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babymetaldoll · 1 year ago

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"Little Miss Reid, entrepreneur" (Spencer Reid x fem!reader x their daughter)

Summary: Spencer and reader help their little daughter with her very first lemonade stand, and the whole BAU family gets together. Requested: Nope Warnings: This might be too fluffy: Reader discretion is advised. Category: Hardcore fluff . A/N: Hello! I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge, I hope you enjoy it! Promp: Character helps their child with their first entrepreneurial venture... a lemonade stand. They weren't expecting half the damn FBI to show up. Masterlist

Summer vacation was an interesting time at the Reid’s house. With both Spencer and (Y/N) having only two weeks off from work, they had to plan in advance and schedule all their activities, to make sure they had enough time to do everything their kids wanted to do with them during the break. Raven was already five years old, and Vicent was already two, and both Spencer and (Y/N) really wanted to make it up to them for always being away, solving cases with the BAU.

That’s why that year, their “Summer fun plans” included a trip to the grand canyon, visiting lots of museums, going to a water park or two, and most importantly: helping Raven with her first lemonade stand.

The little girl was obsessed with the idea of running her own business ever since she had visited her cousin Henry, and he had a little lemonade stand outside his house. Uncle Will had explained to her that that was Henry’s way to earn some money to get a new bike, and that was enough to plant a seed in the little girl’s brain.

- “Dad, remember when you said I couldn’t get a pony ‘cos they are too expensive?”- Raven asked her father later that night, after reading a bedtime story together.

- “Yes, they are too expensive and we don’t have enough room to keep a pony here. Why do you ask?”

- “‘Cos… you know how Henry wants a new bike and he has a lemonade stand to save money and get it?”- suddenly Spencer knew exactly where his daughter was going with that question.

- “Yes, I know.”

- “I was thinking…”- Raven made a pause and looked at her father, who was trying not to laugh.- “I know I can’t get a pony, but what if I have a lemonade stand and save a lot of money and you take me to Barnes and Noble and I get to buy all the books I can afford?”

Spencer never saw that plot twist coming. Of course, there was no way he could say “no” to his kid. Raven was very smart and she knew her dad would be thrilled with that idea. So, after a long logistic debate with his wife, and a talk with Nono Rossi, Spencer and (Y/N) scheduled a day. That Saturday, Raven was having her first lemonade stand in David’s front yard. They decided to do it there ‘cos it was a more family neighborhood than their street. You don’t usually see kids with lemonade stands in front of an apartment building, do you?

While (Y/N) went grocery shopping with their kids and got everything they needed to make lemonade, Spencer asked for professional assistance from a Lemonade Stand professional: Matt Simmons.

- “So, did you ever sell lemonade as a kid?”- Matt asked Spencer as they set all the materials and tools in Rossi’s backyard.

- “No, never. I really wasn’t into outdoor activities, as you might imagine.”- Spencer replied and Matt chuckled. - “But once one of my neighbors set one, and my father forced me to go and buy a cup.”

- “Why did he force you?”- Matt questioned, confused.

- “He wanted me to have friends my age. When I was seven, my best friend was the librarian.”- Spencer explained and looked around - “So, where do we start?”

- “Did you get spray paint?”

- “Yes, all of Raven’s favorite colors.”- Spencer grabbed a few cans and tossed one to his friend. Rossi walked over and left a cooler filled with cold beers.

- “I’ll leave this here, and in case you need me, I will pretend I can’t hear you while I spend my morning reading in my studio with the AC on.”

- “Thank you for letting us do this here, Rossi.”- Spencer smiled at him as he shook one of the spray paint cans.

- “Anything for mi principessa.”- David replied and waved as he walked back into the house.- “Good luck, kids!”

Spencer had been right: Matt Simmons was a lemon stand pro. In two hours they had a green and lavender stand made with four wooden crates. One rod on each side of the stand helped hold a banner (Y/N) had made the night before that read “Raven’s Lemonade” and on the front, Spencer hung another banner that read: “Lemonade: ¢50”

- “All set!”- Matt smiled proudly and tapped on Spencer’s back a few times. - “How do you feel?”

- “Excited, pleased with our work… nervous?”

- “Why are you nervous? Your kid is going to be thrilled!”

- “I know, but… what if no one shows up? She would be broken-hearted…”- Spencer sighed at the thought of his baby pouting, and Matt shook his head right away.

- “There is no way that could ever happen here. Not under this heat and not in Rossi's neighborhood. Elderly people are very supportive.”

- “Hey!”- Rossi argued, overhearing Matt’s comment on his way out. - “Who is elderly?”

- “Your neighbors!- Simmons explained right away, trying not to laugh.

Raven Reid yelled and jumped with excitement when she saw her lemonade stand. She ran around Rossi’s backyard, nearly hyperventilating. She hadn’t been so excited since Santa brought her the telescope she wanted.

- “It’s so pretty, daddy!!”- the little girl jumped into Spencer's arms and he caught her with a bear hug.

- “I’m glad you like it, birdie.”- he replied and kissed her chubby cheek. - “Did you and your mom get lots of lemons?”

- “Yes, and some lemon bars too, in case someone is hungry.”- the little girl explained.

- “Good idea, boo. Did you thank Nono Rossi for letting us set the stand in his front yard?”- the little girl shook her head and Spencer quickly set her down.- “Go tell him thank you.”- and off the girl went, running and yelling “Nono!” on her way into the house. Spencer stared at her as he stood in the middle of the backyard, putting all the tools Derek had given him a few years earlier back into the toolbox. His heart felt full of love knowing he could give his kids the childhood he never had.

- “Hey there, Bob the builder.”- (Y/N) walked out to the backyard and smiled at her husband. - “This looks amazing.”

- “Thank you.”- Spencer whispered and felt her lips on his immediately.

- “Raven is ecstatic, she wants to start making lemonade right now.” - and just in time, they heard the little girl’s voice calling for her mommy.

- “You heard the boss.”- Spencer whispered and kissed his wife one more time. Meanwhile, I’m gonna move this outside to the front yard.”

- “Great, Pen said she was gonna come and help around four, so we should be ready on time.”

When (Y/N) said Penelope Garcia was going to help, she pictured her friend slicing lemons and making lemonade along with her in Rossi’s kitchen. She never imagined her friend was going to… well… be Penelope Garcia, and take things over the top, as usual.

First, Garcia didn’t slice a lemon, she might as well have chopped the entire tree: she got to Rossi’s with homemade lemon cupcakes, lemon cake, lemon tart, and lemon cookies (lemon shaped, of course, and covered in yellow frosting). She had so many trays with goods, Luke was forced to help her. He picked her up and gave her a hand carrying everything over to Rossi’s.

- “Oh… my… good.”- (Y/N) whispered as she stared at the number of treats her friend had baked, piling on Rossi’s kitchen island.

- “I know, I might have gone a little over the top, but once I started, I didn’t know how to stop.”- Garcia apologized and smiled guilty at her friend, who only had one worry in her mind.

- “Ok, now I’m scared. How are we going to sell all this?”- (Y/N) asked, but Garcia dismissed her fears and shook her head immediately.

- “Don’t worry about that! I’m sure Raven is going to do great. We’ll charge a dollar for everything, so she won’t get confused with math.”

- “She is Spencer’s daughter”- (Y/N) chuckled as she spoke- “Math is not the problem. But Pen, I’m just scared no one is going to show up and she’ll feel discouraged. I don’t want my baby thinking she failed.”

- “Nonsense! It’s a lemonade stand, everybody loves a lemonade stand!”- Garcia replied and grabbed a fresh lemon- “Now, let’s make more lemonade!”

Raven ran out of Rossi’s front door carrying a stack of paper cups and a bag of paper straws. Right behind her, her mom carried a big glass dispenser filled with fresh lemonade. Raven’s little stand was ready and open to the public. A glass jar on the top of the counter was ready to be filled with the profit of the dar. Spencer stared at his daughter and took a few pictures with his phone. Garcia and Luke carried some of the sweets to start the sale, and Rossi opened his wallet.

- “Are you my first customer, nono?”- Raven asked, making her mom and dad chuckle.

- “I am, mi principessa. Can I have a cup of lemonade and a cookie, please?”- Rossi placed a dollar and 50 cents in the jar, and Raven’s eyes shone with joy as she poured her first order.

- “I’m gonna need a lemonade too.”- Luke said as he paid and waited for the girl to give him a cup as well.

- “Enjoy, uncle Luke.”- the little girl said and turned to her little brother Vincent, who was playing on a blanket on the grass their mother had set for him. - “Vinnie? Do you want some lemonade? For you, it’s on the house.”- the little girl grabbed her brother’s sippy cup and filled it with lemonade, as her parents filmed the entire moment on their phones.

JJ and Will showed up a few minutes later with Henry and Michael to support Raven’s little business. The kids played on the street with their skateboards, as Raven sat behind her stand, waiting for her customers.

A few of Rossi’s neighbors walked toward the lemonade stand, and Raven was shining. Her parents sat with little Vincent on his blanket and watched from a safe distance as their daughter took care of her paying customers. Meanwhile, Luke and García walked to the backyard with Rossi, Will, and JJ to enjoy the pool.

- “Fresh lemonade, get some lemonade”- Raven said to everyone who walked down the sideway and passed her stand. Everybody stopped and bought something for the little girl, she looked adorable while selling her products. But at a certain point during the afternoon, no one was coming. And Raven looked at her money jar feeling discouraged.

- “Mama… what if no one else comes?”- the little girl walked toward her parents and sat on (Y/N)’s lap. Her mother wrapped her arms around her and kissed her cheek a few times, making the girl chuckle.

- “Come on, it’s still early. It’s been what? just one hour? I promise by the end of the afternoon you are gonna be sold out of all the things you have in your stand.”- (Y/N) smiled and kissed her daughter’s cheek one more time before she stood up and walked back to her stand to wait for her customers. Spencer waited until Raven was far from them and turned to his wife. He didn’t have to say anything, she knew what he was thinking. It didn’t need saying. The two of them shared the same fear.

But after just a few more minutes, something weird happened. Anderson parked his car in front of Rossi’s and waved at the Reid’s as he walked to Raven’s stand and ordered a lemonade and a slice of lemon pie for him and his boyfriend. And less than a minute later, Andi Swan’s car parked down the street, and she showed up with her husband to get a lemonade and a lemon cupcake. Not only that, but Matt Simmons, his wife, and all his kids showed up, excused themselves for being late, and ordered lemonade and lemon cookies for the entire family. Raven was on fire, and her parents were… confused to say the least.

Where were all those people coming from? The cars kept parking: Ashley Seaver showed up with her kid and husband and got lemonade and lemon cake for her family. She hugged (Y/N) and Spencer and introduced them to her family, while more FBI agents kept showing up.

Alex Blake parked and nearly ran to the Reids as her husband followed close behind. Kate Callahan showed up as well, with her kids and husband, and soon after, Tara Lewis came along. Raven got to ask her mom for help to serve all the customers, and soon Pen and Luke showed up with more sweets and to refill the lemonade jar. Somehow, what had started like a simple lemonade stand ended up being an FBI get-together family party.

(Y/N) turned to Spencer and the two of them stared at the scene in shock. Pen and Luke walked to them and Garcia smiled and waved at everybody.

- “What did you do?”- (Y/N) asked her friend and she simply giggled.

- “I might have sent a few emails to everybody at the Bureau and some former agents telling them your little Birdie had a little entrepreneur of her own, and encouraged them all to come.”- Garcia explained and smiled innocently.

- “Everybody is here! We only need Elle and Hotch and we’d have the biggest BAU reunion ever!”- (Y/N) looked around in disbelief and chuckled.

- “You are forgetting me, little mama.”- (Y/N) froze and turned around slowly. That voice. She could never forget that voice. Derek Morgan stood in front of her, holding Savannah's hand and a stroller with their little boy: Hank Spencer Morgan.

- “Derek!!”- (Y/N) jumped and ran to hug him, as he chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.

- “Mrs. Reid! I missed you so much!”

- “I missed you too!”- (Y/N) said and turned to Savannah, who opened her arms and wrapped her in a hug.- “And you are gorgeous!!”

Spencer stared at their reunion with the biggest smile on his face, holding Vincent in his arms.

- “Is that my little nephew? You haven’t sent pictures of him this week! He looks so much bigger! What are you feeding him?”- Morgan joked and looked at Spencer. - “You look like you could use a nap, boy wonder.”

- “Two kids are more work than chasing serial killers”- the young doctor replied and chuckled as Morgan hugged him, tapping his back a couple of times.- “I missed you.”

- “Me too, brother.”- Morgan replied and smiled at his friend- “But I’m sorry to say I’m not here for you, I’m here for my little princess. Where is she?”- Derek walked to the stand, waving at their former colleagues on his way until he reached Raven and held her in his arms.

- “Uncle Derek! You are here!!”- the little girl yelled and wide opened her eyes - “You have to help me with my stand!”

- “That’s what I am here for! Lemme see what your old man did here…”- Spencer stood behind his friend and waited for him to inspect the construction.

- “I’m proud, you used the right nail for the wood.”- Morgan said, nodding.

- “Of course I did.”- Reid replied, almost insulted

- “Who helped you?”- Derek asked, and before Spencer could deny getting any help, his daughter explained.

- “Uncle Matt said he had plenty of experience with lemonade stands, so he helped daddy.”

- “Simmons?”- Derek chuckled and turned to Reid.- “You two did a great job.”

- “Thanks.”- Spencer smiled and turned to Raven. - “So, what is your uncle Morgan going to have, birdie?”

- “For you, lemonade on the house, uncle Derek.”- the little girl said and handed him a paper cup. - “But if you want to eat anything, you are gonna have to pay, ‘cos auntie Penelope said we had to split the profits.”- Morgan tried not to laugh, but failed, as Raven stared at him, waiting for a reply.

- “If that’s the case, I’m gonna have one of everything, thank you very much.”- and the little girl’s face lit with excitement as soon as she heard those words.

The afternoon ended, the FBI agent returned to their cars, and the BAU family moved from Rossi’s front yard to the back. David, Derek, and Luke prepared a barbecue, the kids played in the backyard, and (Y/N) and Spencer put away the lemonade stand. Nothing was left, not even a cookie. The sale had been a complete success.

- “How much did she make?”- Mrs. Reid asked her husband, who held the money jar and shook his head.

- “Over three hundred.”

- “Wow… she is gonna go crazy with the books.”- and as (Y/N) said those words and finished cleaning the last jar that was left in the sink, Spencer stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

- “Thank you.”- he whispered in her ear and sighed.

- “What for?”

- “For giving me everything I ever dreamed of.”- (Y/N) turned around and stared at her husband for a few seconds. She then leaned in and kissed him sweetly.

- “Eeewww!”- Raven said as she saw her parents kissing as soon as she walked into the kitchen. - “Uncle Derek is right, you are always kissing.”

- “Hey! Come here-” (Y/N) commanded with a smile and the little girl giggled as she walked to her parents.- “It’s a good thing your parents are always kissing, and we are also always kissing your chubby cheeks!”- and as soon as she delivered that line, both Spencer and (Y/N) started kissing Raven’s cheeks.

Summer was soon going to end, but those happy memories were definitely going to last forever.

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 4 months ago

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Promp 3. Go back to your coffin ⚰️ with David!

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it!💜

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The window was cold as I laid my head against it, sighing softly, tears welling up in my eyes. The rain was pouring down heavily, the street beneath me barely visible, weren't it for the streetlight. The loud rumbling of the water on the roof, the dreary weather outside - it was a perfect reflection of my feelings.

Thinking back on the night before, I think I made a mistake. A big one. I got emotional. Too emotional, and looking back now, I think I was wrong. I just didn't know how I could tell him. Which was weird - I had known David for two years now, and I had known what he was for one. I told him everything, whenever something happened - be it bad or good - he was the first to know. He was my closest friend, and I had been so happy to call him my boyfriend for the past ten months. But now, after last night, I don't even know if I can face him.

Last night, I was supposed to meet David on the boardwalk. The boys had other plans for the evening, and last night would be ours. He had told me that a coverband of The Doors would be playing in a small venue in town, so I had made sure to get tickets to go. He, in turn, found out that my favourite restaurant had reopened and secured a table for us. It had been perfect. If only the rest of the night was.

After our dinner, we went for a walk down the beach, strolling in the moonlight. It wasn't something we normally did, but tonight felt different. The waves rolled across the sand, moving forwards and backwards, glittering silver in the light of the moon. A warm breeze swept over the land. I looked at him with a content smile, sliding my hand in his.

"I've been meaning to ask you something."

David had stopped walking, looking at me. I looked at him, wondering what he wanted to ask.

"I know you said that one day you'd like to get married. I can't do that-"

I was about to open my mouth to say something. Two months ago, when the topic of marriage was brought up, he hadn't seemed against it. He had liked the idea of keeping it small, just for us, and doing it our way. Our music, take out as food, a homemade cake if we wanted to. We had fantasised about it. So why now did he say that he couldn't?

"Not because I don't want to," he looked at me, causing me to sigh in relief. "But because it would cause some difficult questions to arise with the authorities."

"Why- why are you telling me this?"

"Because I want to offer you an alternative. I want you to turn."

"You want me to become like you?" I asked, a sudden wave of stress rolling over me. Turning meant killing, but killing meant becoming a murderer - could I do that? Could I take someone else's live to sustain my own? And how, I wondered as my initial stress turned to anger, how was this an alternative? He could have gone with anything! Moving in, buying a ring and just knowing we belonged to each other. Why was turning the first step in his mind?

"I want you to be with me."

I looked at him, shaking my head slightly. "I love you, David, but I can't just change. This is not an alternative for a wedding. This is giving up the life I have right now. It's giving up my friends my family - I don't know if I -"

"I am your family. The boys are."

"Yes, you are! But what about my parents or my siblings? Do you want me to just abandon them?"

"You won't-"

"Yes, I will. Because that's what it means to change. I have people that care about me, that will miss me. Changing means going into hiding for years, waiting for the day no one remembers me."

"That's not true, and you know it. We move somewhere else if that's the issue."

"I don't want to give up my family." I looked at him, a pleading look on my face. "I'd do almost anything for you, you know that, but I can't do that."

David didn't say anything, sighing softly as he lit a cigarette. "Changing isn't easy. Having a family to leave behind only makes it harder, I get it. But it's the only choice you have."

"What?"

"My sire found out that you know. He wants to-"

I shook my head, realising where he was going with this. How dared he?

"So my choice is turn or be killed? Seriously?" I glared at him. "Well, fuck you, David. Fuck you! I'm not doing this, go fuck yourself and tell your sire to do the fucking same."

I stomped off, leaving him behind. I quickly made it back home, locking my door, locking my windows, closing the curtains - everything to ensure I had some privacy, before falling on my bed, crying my eyes out.

And that's where I still was now, a day later. I had had time to think, and only now I realised that for David, this was the alternative. A marriage was a human thing, just a contract signed by two parties. But turning, being turned by him, being fully claimed as his mate - it was something so much deeper. So much more meaningful than marriage. Last night, I hadn't seen that, too scared by the realisation that turning was very much in my future - and what if I couldn't do that?

I also realised that he had, until the end of the argument, had tried to protect me from the truth. He had tried to do right by me, he hadn't gotten angry, he hadn't followed me when I ran - he had tried to give me the chance to change because I wanted to, not because his sire forced his hand.

I wiped away a tear that rolled down my cheek as I thought about this, sighing as I realised that my decision had been wrong. Yes, turning scared me, but the thought of David's sire hunting me down and killing me scared me more. I knew that David would be there for me, protecting me and guiding me when I changed. He wouldn't abandon me.

I closed my eyes, feeling more tears well up, when I heard a knocking on the window. I opened my eyes, looking up. David was outside, floating in the air. I swallowed, trying to blink away my tears as I opened the window, letting him in.

"Hi," I said softly, my voice thick and raw.

"Are you alright?"

I shook my head. "I'm scared. I'm overwhelmed. I feel like shit because of how I ran off last night."

"Don't," David pulled me close, "I understand."

I groaned softly. "Why do you always have to be so understanding?"

"I never heard that complaint before," he looked at me, brushing some stray hairs out of my face. "I get that it scared you, and I get that it overwhelmed you."

"You're not mad I ran off?"

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know, because you're like crazy protective?"

"I knew you got home safe."

"So you did follow me?"

David shrugged. "Yeah."

I shook my head, a soft teasing smile on my lips. He knew how much I hated the idea of being followed, but how much I appreciated him caring.

"Go back to your coffin," I told him, trying to keep my face looking stern. David chuckled.

"Not without you, I'm not."

I blinked, feeling my cheeks heat up. I bit my lip as I nodded. "I'd love to stay with you."

David grinned, pulling me close. "I know you do. "

#the lost boys #marko #tlb #david #paul #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #star #the lost boys x reader #david x reader

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mod-kyoko · 1 year ago

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for the event promp.. might I ask shuichi?

chocolate aphrodisiac ft. shuichi saihara

info: ⚠️nsfw!!, one-shot format, non-despair au, established relationship, reader is dominant and gender neutral, i'm following the prompt exactly lol

a/n: thanks for the request, anon!! i rarely get shuichi requests!

also sorry this took so damn long

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shuichi would never be one to initiate anything, perhaps other than a makeout session, he's too shy. so one day you decided to try something with him. you were at the mall with him earlier, and in a certain store there was an arrangement of candies. you let yourself look around, and your eyes landed on a chocolate bar that was labeled as a 'chocolate aphrodisiac.' it came with a warning, explaining the effects of this so-called aphrodisiac. with a devilish smile, you bought it without shuichi knowing, and the two of you returned home.

here you are now, unwrapping the chocolate bar and breaking it up into pieces. you take the plate out to shuichi, who is waiting for you on the couch, watching his favorite detective show.

"hey babe, i got some chocolate for us," you sit down next to him.

"oh, thanks s/o," he reaches for a piece, but you lift the bowl out of his reach.

"ah ah, there's something special about this chocolate i have to tell you first."

he retracts his hand, furrowing his brows. "what would that be?"

the corners of your lips turn up into a smirk. "this chocolate contains an aphrodisiac," you start, watching his eyes widen. "i want us both to eat some, and then see how long we can go without touching each other."

the blush is already spreading through your partner's face, and you can see he's fighting demons in his head. he averts his eyes, and you start to think you made a mistake. you're about to speak up, when he breaks the silence.

"yeah, okay." he looks you in the eyes now, but his cheeks are still a violent shade of red.

"really?" you smile, watching as he reaches for a piece of chocolate.

"why not?" he says, taking a bite. you feel your own face heating up, and take a piece for yourself. the two of you continue eating the chocolate, while shuichi's show plays on the tv.

once it's all gone, you set the bowl down on the coffee table. shuichi turns and meets your gaze.

"so... how long until the aphrodisiac takes effect?" he asks. you snuggle closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"not sure. i guess that's the fun of it!"

"sure," he replies, turning his head back to the tv. you pick up a book off the table and front of you, and open it to the chapter you're on.

it's not long before you notice shuichi mindlessly tapping his fingers on the arm of the couch. you discreetly look up at him, and notice he's pursing his lips. you return your attention back to your book, suppressing a chuckle. one chapter later, and you feel shuichi's hand on your thigh.

"hey, did you forget about our challenge?" you tease, closing your book. your boyfriend covers his mouth with his hand and averts your gaze.

"i can't touch you sexually, right? what's wrong with my hand on your leg?" he answers shyly.

"well i hope you don't regret it," you reply, tossing your book to the side. your eyes shift to the tv, wondering what's playing. then, you get an idea.

"it's kind of hot," you remark, grabbing at your pants and sliding them down. shuichi stares at you in awe as you settle back into him in only your underwear and shirt. you don't say anything else, instead adjusting your position so that you're now curled up in his lap.

you can feel his hard-on under your ass, and you want to laugh, but you really have no room to talk when you're heating up like this. butterflies are fluttering around in your stomach, and you feel your chest tightening with anticipation. innocently, you adjust yourself every so often, wiggling around in his lap. you don't look at his face, but you can tell how he's reacting because his dick twitches underneath you, and the hand that is rested on your hip clenches.

he tries his best not to look at you, and you do the same, but eventually he relents.

you catch him trying to snake his hand down between your legs, slowly, and grab it.

"giving in so readily, huh?" you smirk, and he takes the opportunity to pinch your thigh, drawing out a gasp from you.

"s/o, i don't really care anymore," he breaths, and spreads your legs while you let your guard down.

"really? i could keep going," you swallow dryly, watching as he rubs up and down your leg. his hand comes to a stop.

"s/o. please." the sound that comes out of his mouth is borderline whining. you laugh, but give in to what he wants. with one fluid movement, you turn and straddle his hips, and grind on his cock. as his breath catches in his throat, you lean forward and whisper into his ear.

"you lose," giving him no warning, you start grinding on his clothed groin, running your hands from his chest up to his face. he groans as you press yourself down into his lap. "so adorable," you coo, taking his face into your hands as you kiss him all over. he's panting now, clutching the arm of the couch as you grind on him harder and faster. you moan a little yourself as you help him chase his high.

"s/o, i'm gonna-" he starts, bucking his hips up into yours, but he's unable to finish his sentence. as you lean down to suck on his neck, he finally cums, straight into his underwear. he leans his head back as he catches his breath, and you stop grinding.

"aw, baby, you were so needy you came right into your underwear? all i did was was grind on your lap a little bit," you laugh tangling your fingers in his hair. "i think you owe me a little something now."

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#mod kyoko #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #v3 killing harmony #shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara

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primary-visions · 2 years ago

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I would ask to request the difficult recovery promps:

*falls trying to get out of the room

*not enought medicine

Plz!!!!! ;3

Word Count 1223

Your head had been killing you for the last few hours. Normally, you could just take a bit of headache medicine and get better, but when you checked your backpack, there was nothing left in your little travel tin. Since your last use of the tin, you hadn’t refilled it. “Man,” you whined, rubbing at your temples hoping that would relieve some of the tension there. It never really did, but hey it was worth a shot right?

Sun looked over to you as you dropped your backpack. Your brow was pinched in pain and the tone of your voice had him worried. “Everything okay, Dewdrop,” he asked, coming to your side with a few other kids in his wake.

You forced a smile and nodded your head. “Yeah, yeah,” you said to dispel his worry. “Just a little migraine and I’m out of medicine,” you informed him. “I’ll be fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” he observed. “Maybe you should sit out at free play,” he said, earning a groan from a few of the kids.

“But we wanted to play dress up with them,” Amelia said.

“Now, now,” Sun started. “If a friend is feeling sick we don’t push them to play.”

“It’s fine, Sunny.” Waving your hand you tried to dispel his worries. “I can play dress up with you all today, Amelia. It’s just a little headache.”

Sun crossed his arms over his chest. “Moon and I don’t like it. If you’re not well, you need to rest.”

“I think it’s from eye strain. I have been on the tablet all day doing paperwork, Sunny. I can’t get out of that. But yeah, if it’s eye strain then playing dress up will help right?”

Sun tilted his head silently, in conversation with his counterpart. “Okay,” he said hesitantly. He reached out his hand and cupped your cheek gently. “If you start to feel worse, promise us that you’ll take a break?”

“I promise,” you said to Sun, patting the pack of his large hand with yours. “Thanks for worrying about me,” you said.

Over the course of playtime your migraine did not get better. In fact it began to feel as if nails were stabbing you through your eyes as the day continued. The throbbing in your head was so painful it was difficult to focus, but you were trying your hardest to keep Sun and Moon from noticing your discomfort. Especially with how they continued to watch you like a hawk for the rest of the day.

During nap time, Moon even made you rest a bit, which wasn’t really new. He always wanted you to take a nap with the kids during nap time, but once you were back awake your headache was even worse. “Feeling better,” he asked as the two of you walked over to the light switch.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you lied. “Never better, Moonbeam.”

Moon tilted his head noticing the way your voice rose with your lie. It confused him and Sun. Why did you do this? Lie to them about your physical well-being as if they wouldn’t know.

‘I don’t like it,’ Sun said to Moon in their headspace.

‘Me neither,’ Moon commented, watching as you shakily walked toward the light switch. ‘They are stubborn.’

Sun shifted back with a shimmer and a rotation of his head as the lights flicked on and stared at you as you squinted into the lights. “The lights aren’t too much for you are they,” he asked, stepping toward you, taking your hand in his own.

“I said I’m fine,” you chuckled out, pulling your hand free of his before walking toward where the children waited for the next game.

“You really think I believe that?” Hands on his hips, Sun stubbornly stood over you.

“No,” you said, shrugging. “I know you don’t, but you have to trust me. I know my body. This is just a regular old headache. Nothing to worry about.” Sun watched your retreating form and let out a sigh, following to start the next game.

At the end of the day, Sun had you sit out of cleaning duties. There were no ifs-ands-or-buts about it. He was not going to let you move from the security desk chair and every time you fidgeted he would turn his gaze on you. “Sun,” you whined. “Come on, this isn’t fair.”

“Your well-being is my priority,” he said. “Think of this as time out. For lying to me and Moon, for breaking your promise. Now just sit there and rest your eyes.”

You let out a groan, stretching your arms out on the desk. You didn’t even try to deny that you did break your promise and lied to both of them. Checking your fazwatch for the time and saw that it was almost time for you to head out for the night. “Well,” you said sitting up. “I’ll just see you tomorrow then,” you said, moving to get up.

Sun’s head swiveled over to you. “Oh, you think we are going to let you drive home in your condition? No sir-y. You’ll probably get into an accident. You can spend the night here,” he said matter-of-factly, giving little room for protest.

“Sun—“

“No,” he said, walking over to the security desk. “Just let us take care of you, Dewdrop,” he said, cradling your face in his hands again. “Humans are so fragile. We don’t know what we would do if we lost you. Now, come. I’ll help you get situated in the nap-time corner. Or would you rather sleep in the tower with us while we charge for the night?”

You looked Sun in the eyes. You realized there was no arguing with him over this. You weren’t going to win. He and Moon could be as stubborn as you could, you knew. He was faster and stronger than you, even without the migraine hindering you. “I haven’t had dinner yet,” you pointed out.

“We’ll walk you to El Chips. Maybe get you a cup of soup if that’s what you want to do first,” he said. You nodded and stood from the chair, a wave of nausea and dizziness crashing over you. The room spun and gravity took complete control of your body before Sun’s hands caught you, supporting your body.

“Maybe, I wait here,” you murmured out weakly, your head still spinning.

“Yes, that’s probably a good idea,” Sun said, pulling you into his arms and moving you over to the naptime corner. “Just rest here,” he said, tucking you in. “If you’re still hungry when we come back, we’ll help you eat,” he said, earning a groan of assent from you. As he left, Sun shut off the lights.

Upon returning to the daycare, Moon entered the darkened room, eyes easily catching sight of your resting form. Silently, he slunk over to you carrying a small cup of soup. He assessed your form, realizing you had fallen asleep.

Putting the cup down, he gently lifted you into his arms and took you up into the tower wanting to better keep an eye on you while he and Sun charged for the night. If you needed anything, he wanted to make sure he was there.

“Sleep well, Dewdrop,” he whispered as he gently tucked you comfortably into the blankets for the night.

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summerlovingbaby · 2 years ago

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Lucky Charm

“ You don’t have to knock, you live here.” Percy said not looking up from kneeling, lookinng underneath the bed, he lost his ring.

“ I know.” she sighed leaning on the doorframe.

Posiden Cabin always smelled like Salt Water and sometimes fish if you thought about it too hard. It felt like home. Well the smell, and her half brother Percy made it seem like home.

Her hand went to her necklace, it was lucky. It was a shark tooth, the only thing her father gave her, and it would be the only thing that he ever gave her. She said it was lucky and refused to so much as arm wrestle without it.

She threw a box , and it caused Percy to look at her from over the bed, he furrowed his brows and looked between the box and her.

“ You should be gone by now, shouldn’t you?” he asked questioningly. He hated the fact that she had volteered to go on one of the most dangerous trips outside of camp since Percy was thought to be dead.

It would be dangerous to anyone, let alone the daughter of the sea god, who made it a habit of dancing with death every chance she got. He could see by the look in her eyes that something was wrong, something was off about her.

“ I’ll be leaving soon, I just had to do something first.” she said, jamming her fist in her blue jean jacket.

“ You threw a box at me” he said.

“ Mail it for me.” she laughed. “ I would, but I gotta go fight Kronos so I’m a little bit busy.”

“ Yeah, yeah you got it.” he said.

Y/N stood at the door awkwardly, her hands holding the photographed picture in her pocket. Y/N didn’t have a mom, well she had one but she wasn’t very pleasant. The picture was one of her and Sally, the woman who treated her like she was her own, no questions asked soley because she could.

She turned on her heels and started to walk on the porch before turning around and coming back through the doorway. She looked oddly calm for someone who was about to swordfight with the Titan of time himself.

“ You know I’m really glad I got the chance to meet you.”

“ What?” Percy asked standing back up, he found his ring under the bed.

“ I’m really glad I got to meet you.” she repeated. “ You’re a good guy and I’m glad I got to know you.”

“ I-”

“ I’ve never really had anyone in my life that I would consider worth living for, and then you saved me from that ogre thing and your mom made me waffles and it made me feel safe. You’re incredibly kind and caring, and I’m glad I got to meet you is all.” she laughed a bit at her words. It was the nicest thing she ever said to him.

“ You going soft on me?” he promped, her demenour started to freak him out.

“ You wish Jackson.” she chided back. “ Tell Mom- I mean Sally that I love her will ya?”

“ She knows that.” he replied. Y/N was smiling, she hardly ever smiled. “ Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“ I just love you, man.”

Percy’s eyes snapped open in surprise.

“ I love you too.” he said. “ And I’m not saying that to you ever again, so don’t get used to it.”

She laughed again, it was so ginuine it was strange. “ Wouldn’t plan on it Jackson.” she said again. “ I should head out. I gotta save the world.”

“ Nervous.”

“Not at all Jackson.”

They looked at eachother for a second before Y/N snatched the shark tooth off breaking the clasp in the process, and tossed it at Percy, who caught it and fiddled with it in his fingertips.

“ Consider it a parting gift.”

“ I thought it was lucky?” he said glancing between the necklace in her, something felt off with her, she was being oddly kind.

“ It is.” she said, crossing her arms.

“ Why are you giving it to me?”

“ I don’t need it anymore.” she smiled.

“ We’re about to fight a war, Y/N.” he stated throwing the necklace on the bed.

“ You’re about to fight a war, Percy.” It was the first time she called him Percy since they met.

“ What was that?” he asked looking up. What did she mean by you?

“ Goodbye Percy.” she said rolling on her heels and turning out the door. “ I love you, man.”

Before Percy could say anything, she shut the door of the Posiden cabin, leaving it feels strangely cold not in her presence. About a minute later the door swung open and Y/N flew in the room, running at Percy, nearly tackling him to the ground in a hug.

“ Thank you for everything.”

Then she left again, once more filling the cabin with cold stale air in her wake. Percy waited anxiously for her to come back so they could talk about her odd behavior.

She never came home.

But Percy thought about her every time he saw the ocean, and something about it told him they weren’t done.

#percy jackson #percy jackson fanfiction #Percy Jackon and the Olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x sibling reader #annabeth chase #annabeth PJO #leah is our annabeth #percy pjo #percy and grover #percy talks

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suna-reversed · 4 years ago

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Hey! This is my first time making a request on a promp. How about number 78 "Shh, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you." with Suguru Geto x female reader?

SUGURU GETO x F!reader//nsfw!

Minors dni‼️

This literally turns into porn without a plot//Also my first time writing Geto so I hope you like it!

(tags/warnings- oral (female receiving), slight mentions of choking, light degradation, geto’s domain)

Teasing THE Suguru Geto was something no one had ever dared to think of.

His words, thought still spit with a venomous underside to them, were limited and uncharacteristically benign when it came to you. You found yourself wondering why you were given so much of his time and leniency, why sometimes he’d simply laugh at your snarky remarks instead of giving one back of his own, or why he’d sometimes be way too close in your personal bubble for a man who liked to keep a safe distance from most people.

It had finally hit you one day as you heard a gentle “excuse me”, followed by a light brush of hands against your lower back as you turned your head, your eyes meeting the onyx orbs of the high grade sorcerer who only gave you a subtle smirk as he moved past you in the small space, his hands lingering a little longer than needed on your skin.

And that’s when it hit you. Suguru Geto had a soft spot for you.

You don’t know why you even entertained the idea, but somewhere or the other, it made you feel special to have his attention more so than anyone else. You didn’t start out with the intent of teasing him, but eventually it turned into a little game. Light brushes against his shoulders, your hands using his knee as leverage as you moved to get up, sometimes rubbing a little past his thighs, or wearing that one skirt you knew he couldn’t resist staring at. The final string broke the day you had stepped close to the man, leaning up to his ear, lightly breathing onto it before saying something mundane and moving away laughing, leaving the anticipating man staring at you with widened eyes. You were barely able to turn around before your wrist was being tugged and a physical aura of darkness and disconnection seemed to veil around you.

And that is how you found yourself in the domain of the powerfully minacious sorcerer, his tongue exploring yours like he had all the time in the world, his strong hands coming up to cascade through your hair as you leaned more into his touch.

Well, your little tactics had been all fun and games and you had been so smug about it, until, you felt yourself being pushed onto a bed in the never ending bubble of space, a hand tugging up the base of your top. Geto, noticing you tense up immediately, pulled back to look at you with a slight tilt in his head, his lips slightly swollen. You hadn’t realised before but he had somehow managed to get his shirt off, making your eyes rake their way down his muscular chest and abdomen, eyed widening at the tent in pants. Hearing a small chuckle, you snapped your head up to meet his eyes. His hand moved forward to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear,

“All bark, no bite. Is that how it is princess?”

Blushing deeper ten shades of crimson, you stuttered over words, mind racing because you never actually thought you’d get till here.

You saw his eyes soften just the slightest bit, before the hand on your face lightly caressed your cheek, a thumb moving down to brush at your bottom lip as Geto leaned in once again, stopping right as he was an inch away from your face,

“Do you want this?” he asked, husky voice laced in blood and honey.

You nodded as a response, sucking in a breath as his other hand came up to your neck, long fingers firmly wrapping around it. His eyes held a look that said that he wasn’t exactly pleased with your answer.

“I do want it...” Gulping, your voice got smaller as you choked out the next words, “...I’m just a little...nervous.”

At that, he smiled his ever-knowing grin, making your eyes dart away from anywhere but the greek god of a man right in front of you. His hand came down to wrap around your jaw, tugging it so that you were staring right into his face, your noses almost touching.

"Shh, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you.” He whispered, following his reassurance with another chaste kiss to your lips, leaving you wanting more. Feeling a little more confident, you leaned up once again, catching his lips in a kiss that made you let out a sweet moan into his mouth. That was enough for him as his arms once again encased your waist, taking you down onto the bed with him.

His lips moved to latch onto your neck, sucking harshly enough that you knew you’d have a plethora of hickeys all over it the next day. He peppered kisses all over your chest, stopping to lick over your pebbled nipple as his hand pinched and rolled the other one. Continuing his journey down, Geto locked his eyes with yours as he lightly nibbled on the skin of your inner thigh, hand moving out to graze his knuckle against your dripping heat.

“tsk tsk, you’re so wet and I’ve barely even done anything.” He said in between more kisses along your thigh. You yelped as a harsh slap came down on the side of your thigh, “Stop moving around so much or I’ll leave you tied up right here, all worked up and wet, without so much as breathing near you for days.” You immediately stilled at his threat, even though it was an empty one.

Geto could not wait to have a taste of you. The scent of your juices was intoxicating to him and he wondered how he’d ever stop once he finally dipped his tongue into you. A slight groan left his mouth as he darted out his tongue along in between your folds, two fingers joining to pump inside of you.

“You’re so tight- I can’t wait to stretch this pathetic little cunt of yours.” He growled out loud. You flustered with embarrassment at his words for a second, right before he suctioned his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves, getting all shame thrown out the window as you wrapped your thighs tighter around his head, hands moving down to grab onto his inky locks. His fingers continued relentlessly pumping in and out of you in line with his tongue alternating between licking and sucking your clit. Soon enough, he had you writhing close to the edge, a saccharine sound leaving your mouth as you arched into his mouth, juices dripping down onto the sheets as you found your release.

Meeting his lips in a kiss once again as he came up, you moaned at the taste of yourself, bucking your hips upwards towards him as you felt his bulge against your stomach.

“Patience, little one, we’ve got all time in the world, and I plan to take good care of you.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu Kaisen smut #jujutsu Kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk smut #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto smut #jjk hcs #gojo smut #megumi smut #jujutsu kaisen getou #getou x you #yuji x reader #megumi headcanons #toji fushiguro #toji smut

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glimmerglanger · 3 years ago

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Good evening.

I dont know if your talking promps right now, but I just reread Convergence Zones and was suddenly hit by the image of Cody finding out about slow-dancing and deciding he'll learn how to dance so he can do something romantic for Obi-wan.

OHHHH that's so cute. Also, this one, uhhh, got away from me a little bit. Set ~1.5 years after the end of the story.

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Cody kept in contact with Adlee after all that happened in Utapau.

She’d found him, in fact, contacted him over one of his social media accounts in the aftermath of that disaster and apologized for pepper spraying him, though it had done him no serious harm.

He forgave her - it had not hurt him - and, besides, she had gotten him to Obi-Wan before he fell off the side of a cliff. They spoke regularly - her work interested him and he knew much about the time period she wanted to study - and he grew to consider her a friend as the world returned to normal.

It was still something of a surprise when, one day, nearly a year and a half after the end of the Convergence, she messaged him to invite him to her marriage.

He stared at the message for a moment, until Obi-Wan nudged him in the side and said, “Darling, I’ve told you, you have to ignore trolls.”

“It’s not a troll,” Cody told him, and then turned his phone so Obi-Wan could see the message.

“Ah,” Obi-Wan said, an eyebrow rising and his mouth curving into a smile. “That’s wonderful news. Give her my congratulations. Do you want to go?”

Cody considered the question and then said, “Yes. She says I can bring a…plus one?”

Obi-Wan snorted a little laugh, looking over again from polishing his sword. “Someone to go with you,” he said. “A friend or partner of your own.”

Cody nodded. “It’s in six months,” he said. “I’ll tell her we can make it?”

He didn’t know exactly why that made Obi-Wan smile at him so softly, but it did, Obi-Wan agreeing that they should certainly plan to attend and then, with a tilt of his head to the side, advising, “Ask her if she’s registered anywhere for presents? I’m not entirely sure how that works in Utapau.”

Cody nodded, sending the questions, and thinking about marriage as she replied back and forth.

He had seen a few marriage ceremonies in the past. The priests did not marry as a general rule, but they did perform ceremonies, couples traveling to the temple to have the appropriate words said over them.

Cody and his brothers had been fully permitted to watch those ceremonies, where entire families arrived clad in silvery clothing with brightly colored scarves and jewelry wound all around their bodies.

Some of the marriage parties had been joyous, exultant affairs, the groom’s family enthusiastically playacting the ritual of stealing the bride away from her family. Others had been more somber affairs, with barely any concessions made to ceremony.

Cody had vague ideas out how marriage ceremonies worked in the present. He’d seen a few on television programs, but also knew well enough that the television often got such things wrong, and so he fell to researching.

It seemed each culture had different rituals. Cody looked through article after article, focusing on the traditions practiced in Utapau, even after Obi-Wan went to bed, pleading exhaustion after another long day.

The ceremonies looked beautiful, with several days of feasting and…a significant amount of dancing.

Cody watched some clips of dancers moving around each other in intricate patterns, tracking the movements. Some of the dances were very energetic, while others were very slow, couples holding one another close while swaying to the music.

It seemed everyone did it. Which was something of a concern, because he had never danced at all.

Cody studied more about dancing over the coming days. Apparently, it was quite a large part of marriages in Utapau. Apparently, it was considered quite romantic. Apparently, it was good luck for couples to dance at weddings, especially for close friends.

He watched more videos online and then searched for classes in the area that could teach him how to appropriately perform the dances. He found, unfortunately, a disappointing number of Utapaun dance instructors in Coruscant, namely, none in his area.

But that was alright.

Adlee sent him videos from other weddings and then, when he asked more questions - because imitating the movements he could see in the videos only helped so much - put him in touch with an Utapaun man she knew who owned a dance studio.

The man spoke no Common, but that mattered little. Cody taught himself their language while Obi-Wan slept one night, so they could communicate, and received instruction over online video.

The man told him about each dance, going beyond instruction. So many of them had distinct purposes in the reception. The placement of hands during the dance said so much about your feelings regarding your partner, about your intentions, about the hopes you had for the future.

Cody absorbed all of the information, knowing very well what he wanted to convey when dancing with Obi-Wan.

By the time that her wedding approached, the instructor had declared him a perfect student, looking bemused over the video call and musing that he wished all his students were so dedicated to learning.

Obi-Wan wore his special occasion robes to the wedding. “It’s somewhat expected,” he said, when Cody raised an eyebrow at him, belting his sword around his hips, tunics neatly in place, robe not yet over his shoulders. “Everyone likes a uniform, and I am a Jedi.”

Cody, as one of the bride’s friends, was apparently supposed to wear specific clothing, a loose and blousy shirt of brilliant orange and a wrap about his legs in brown, with yellow-gold thread making patterns around the bottom, close to his knees.

Adlee had told him that she understood if he preferred pants, that she understood Coruscanti fashion mores differed from those in Utapau. She’d laughed, sounding startled, when he told her that he’d only worn what the Coruscanti considered skirts before he’d woken up in the present.

He still found them less restrictive than pants.

And he enjoyed the way Obi-Wan looked at his legs when the fabric moved around, brushing his thighs.

The ceremony itself only lasted for around an hour.

The marriage celebration, afterwards, would last for a few days, starting with a meal and then the dancing. Cody felt a burst of warmth in his chest when he sat down at his assigned seat in the reception tents to find a platter with several unfamiliar stones neatly arranged.

Adlee had slid little cards beneath each one, telling him where they’d come from and what she thought they contained.

He kept one, sliding it over to Obi-Wan who placed it into one of the deep pockets in his robe with a fond smile, and ate the rest.

He knew no one at the party, really, but Obi-Wan had a skill at speaking to anyone and before long had their entire table listening to a story, expressions rapt. The meal passed in a blur of conversation, and Cody straightened when the first notes of music began to play through the air.

Around the room, people began standing, and Cody pushed his chair back, waiting a beat before offering a hand down to Obi-Wan, who had not moved. “Hm?” Obi-Wan asked, glancing up at him.

“It’s time to dance,” Cody told him, and Obi-Wan blinked at him, before smiling and taking his hand.

“I had no idea you were a dancer,” Obi-Wan said, his hand very warm as they fell in with the crowd, heading to another tent, this one wide open, with a high ceiling and a smooth floor. A live band stood near the middle of the space, on a raised platform.

“I’m not,” Cody told him, because he wasn’t, he just wanted--

To tug Obi-Wan around, so Cody stood close behind him - a position not all the dancers took to start, only the ones who wished to convey a position of support and commitment to their partner - touching Obi-Wan’s left arm to coax him to lift it, and hearing Obi-Wan suck in a little breath as Cody ran a touch up the underside of his arm to clasp his hand.

His other hand he settled on Obi-Wan’s hip, and Obi-Wan made another little noise, more felt than heard, and placed his palm over the back of Cody’s hand.

He glanced over his shoulder, started to say something, and then the music swept up.

Cody realized only as they took the first steps - Obi-Wan just a little halting - that he perhaps should have asked if Obi-Wan knew these dances. He’d--assumed so, because he’d gotten used to Obi-Wan just knowing things about the world that he had to research.

But Obi-Wan was not from Utapau. He’d come from Stewjon and then lived for years in Coruscant, only visiting other countries to fight their monsters for them. That left little time for learning to dance, but--

Obi-Wan kept up with the steps as long as Cody provided some guidance with his hands and body, letting Cody lead him through, making a single, surprised sound when the music swelled, and Cody - wanting everyone in attendance to know exactly where Obi-Wan stood in his regard - lifted him, spun, and put him back on his feet.

“Force,” Obi-Wan panted, as they ended up face to face, and close, “you are a dancer.”

“No,” Cody said, sweeping his hand down Obi-Wan’s back. “I just--wanted to dance with you.”

There seemed something different there, a distinction in his mind, anyway. And the words made Obi-Wan’s expression go soft and infinitely fond. “You’ll have to tell me how you learned, later,” Obi-Wan said, “for now, I should focus on keeping up.”

#convergence zones #cz snippets #my writing #glimmer replies #ask me anything #cody is a romantic ok i can't help it a very romantic stone man

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years ago

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Hiii❤

Bestie 🎉🎉🎉congrats on 1k🥳🥳🥳, i'm so happy for you

I love your writing so much so to celebrete i chosse to request this promps: Smut 1 & 2 and Fluff 1

Much love ❤

ahh, this was very well played, my friend. i’m very excited 😌

if anyone would like to request another blurb, the link can be found here.

smut #1: “i’m just pregnant, you don’t have to go that easy”

smut #2: “... you’re not wearing underwear?!”

fluff #1: “will you let me rub your back?”

CW: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink (duh), pregnant sex, horny reader and spencer (duhhh), creampie. *let me know if i missed anything*

you were now nearing the sixth month in your pregnancy. you were just ready to be able to see yours and spencer’s sweet baby girl growing inside of you. what didn’t help with your impatience was the immense pain you felt when doing nearly anything - and the fact that spencer refused to fuck you.

“shit,” you groaned after dropping a plate because of a sharp pain in your lower back, shattering the glass on the floor.

apparently trying to lean down to pick up the pieces was not the right call, because you felt yet another pain in your back, shooting you right back up.

“sweetheart?” spencer poked his head in the kitchen from the living room where he was working on old case files.

“yea?” you strained a response, turning slowly on your heels in attempt to not hurt your back any further.

“honey, what’s wrong?” he walked over to your obvious struggling position, placing a hand on your shoulder and lower back.

“i was doing the dishes and then my back hurt really bad and then i dropped the plate and then i tried to pick it up and that only made it worse and then i corrected it and now you’re here and i’m still hurting really bad and i’m sorry,” you rushed out, not realizing tears were falling down your face until he wiped them away for you.

“you don’t have to apologize,” he chuckled with a supportive smile. “it’s okay to be in pain. although i know it must hurt. you’ve been carrying around another human being in your body, it’s bound to bring discomfort.”

“yea ‘discomfort’ is one way to put it,” you chuckled as you wiped your own tears, leaning into his touch. “it really hurts.”

“will you let me rub your back?” he asked, his fingers tracing patterns on the very place he offered to massage.

“really?” you mumbled into his chest.

“yea, really,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“yes, please. that sounds amazing,” you sighed and pulled back from his touch. “right now?” he nodded. “ugh, i love you so much.”

soon enough you were laying down on your bed, your face down in your pillows in wait for spencer. you would guess that being frustrated isn’t good for the baby, and maybe that frustration included sexual frustration.

ever since you got pregnant, spencer refused to have sex with you. he just wanted what was best for the baby, but your hand wasn’t cutting it anymore. you needed something more. you needed spencer.

so... maybe you decided to tease him a bit during the massage. was that such a crime? by you just wanted your lovers help with your situation.

and tease him you did. well, not so much as tease but taunt.

“that feels really good, spence,” you groaned as he worked the flesh on your shoulders.

see, he had a thing for you in a sundress. a big thing. and when a sundress is paired with no underwear... things are bound to ensue.

“mmm,” you moaned once more. “fuck, right there, spencer.”

“here?” he questioned, hitting the same spot once more.

“mhmm,” you nodded your head in the pillow, sighing out with relief. “feels so good. can you go a bit lower?” his hands trailed down your back a bit more. “lower...” they went to your lower back, his weight going onto your upper thighs. “right there,” you announced as he stopped at your lower back.

his hands worked wonders on your muscles. you weren’t lying about being sore from carrying a baby around.

“i actually have a surprise for you,” you grinned, in spite of him not being able to see you.

“what would that be?” you could hear the confusion laced in his voice.

“look a bit lower on me, baby,” you moved your hips up so he could get a nice look at your bare core.

“... you’re not wearing any underwear?!” he exclaimed, not moving from his spot on your legs.

“nope,” you mocked him. “i need your help, spence,” you pouted, knowing he couldn’t refuse.

“i don’t want to hurt t-“

“don’t want to hurt the baby, i know!” you huffed. “but i also know that you know that there’s no harm in having sex within the second trimester. i’m cleared for it from my doctor and i’m frustrated spencer,” you tried to explain, turning onto your back to give him a better look at you pouting.

“do you know how frustrated i’ve been?” he asked himself. “you walking around here in your little sundress and moaning underneath me?” he motioned to the noticeable bulge in his pants. “i want nothing more than to fuck you.”

“then just do it,” you argued, now sitting up to face him, you now sitting in his lap. “please. i need you,” you began grinding your bare, wet core against his leg.

your head dropped into the crook of his neck, he let his leg begin grinding underneath you to give you more friction. he connected his lips to your neck and sucked a dark mark into your skin as your breathing began to pick up.

“spencer,” you kissed beneath his earlobe before sucking it between your lips, nibbling it gently to feel his body shiver beneath your touch.

“c’mere,” he moved his nimble fingers below the hem of the dress, allowing them to stroke gently through your folds.

you pulled back and looked him in the eyes before connecting your lips together. you drew his bottom lip between the two of yours, much like you had his earlobe, and moaned into his mouth as he drew circles on your clit. your chest heaved against his own as you reached your high, your breathing turning into pitched squeals as your nails dug into spencer’s back.

he let you ride out your high before lifting you up gently, sliding you back up the bed to lay down. he slid between your legs as he pulled the sundress up and over your body, your stomach and breasts now revealed to him.

“so fucking beautiful,” he awed before connecting his lips to one of your breasts, marking it while kneading the other.

he took your nipple between his teeth, relishing in the faint moans leaving your mouth as he worked your body. he switched breasts and began grinding his knee between your soaking core. your hands found his hair, tugging it lightly to bring his lips back to yours.

“please, spencer,” you begged. “i need you so bad,” you pulled his shirt off as he worked at his own belt, pulling his pants and underwear down.

he started kissing down your stomach once more, you knew where he was going. you didn’t need that anymore. you just needed him. so so bad. you pulled him up once more by his shoulders.

“just, please,” you reached between the two of you and lined him up at your center.

he slowly pushed into you, emphasis on slowly, to allow you to adjust to him once more. he treated you as a glass vase on the edge of a shelf as he began slowly rocking into you.

“so fucking tight,” you could tell he was holding back.

“harder, spence,” you sighed as you bit into his shoulder.

“i don’t want to-“

“i’m just pregnant, you don’t have to go that easy,” you reasoned before kissing the mark you made on his shoulder.

“you want me to go harder?”

“mhmm, need it,” you sighed into his warm skin.

“i can go harder,” he started slowly speeding up his thrusts into you. “want me to fuck another baby into you? gonna wreck you so much.”

“yes, please,” you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to get even deeper into you. “fuck, yes.”

“you want me to fill you up again? make you mine over and over and over?” he kissed beside your ear as his hips began snapping into you at a ruthless pace.

“oh my god, yes. i want it so so bad,” you lifted your hips to meet his.

“walking around in sundresses all the time, looking so good carrying my baby, you think you’re so fucking cute. don’t you, bunny?” he growled. “remember how we got into this in the first place? these stupid fucking dresses, right? or does my dumb bunny not remember?”

“i-i remember,” you sighed, feeling that warmth beginning to pool in your stomach once more.

“you remember how these make me feel? how they make you look? i bet that’s why you wear them all the time. to drive me fucking insane,” he whispered, you felt the warmth spread over your entire body. “you know how many times i’ve had to excuse myself because i see you walking around in things like that, looking how you do? to. fucking. many,” he punctuated each word with a particularly harsh thrust.

“spencer! fuck!” you threw your head back as you came on his cock, him following you over the edge and spilling himself into you with cries that were similar to your name.

“it’s a good thing you’re already pregnant,” he laughed after he took a few minutes to calm down, laying on your chest as you stroked his hair. “because after that, you definitely would be.”

“i don’t think i’d mind,” you sighed. “as long as you keep fucking me like that, i really don’t care at all.”

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flowercrown-bard · 3 years ago

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Promp idea: Jaskier finds a new born Griffin and Griffin thinks Jaskier is the mom. It starts to follow him. Like how hard it can be being a mother of a cute but deadly baby.

hello my dear <3 Ahh I am so so sorry it took me forever to get to this prompt! But better late than never, right? *laughs nervously*

word count: 1877

warnings: none

pairing: Geraskier, pre-relationship

AO3

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Geralt spent more time than necessary brushing down Roach. If anyone had asked for the reason, he would have told a lie, or more likely just grunted noncommittally. Anything but tell the truth, which was that facing Roach allowed him to smile like an idiot without Jaskier seeing it. If the bard were to see that his ramblings made Geralt drop his mask of gruffness, Geralt would never hear the end of it.

“- really is heart-warming how much you care about Roach,” Jaskier said from where he said on the forest floor, something he would never have done when they had first met – or at least, he wouldn’t have done so without complaining about getting dirt on his breeches. “There’s nothing more charming than a man who takes care of animals, wouldn’t you agree?”

Geralt’s hand accidentally brushed against the braids Jaskier had plaited into Roach’s mane, while Geralt had been away on a hunt this morning. He faltered, but then he gripped the brush tighter, doing his best to pretend he hadn’t reacted to Jaskier’s words at all, when really, he couldn’t help but think that Jaskier was right.

Each winter, when Eskel brought Lil’ Bleater inside the keep to make sure she wouldn’t be cold, Geralt would feel a new wave of affection for his brother. When he saw a pompous lord drop all decorum and posture to bend down to pet a cat, Geralt would feel an unreasonable sort of respect for the otherwise stuffy and unlikable noble.

And when Jaskier snuck Roach treats when he thought Geralt wasn’t looking, he – well. He was glad that his travel companion was someone who got along with Roach. Her liking him was the main reason why Geralt had let Jaskier travel with them. He couldn’t break Roach’s heart by making her leave one of the few friends she made on the Path. Empathy for Roach - that was all he felt as he thought of her and Jaskier together. Definitely.

“Say, Geralt, how would you feel about getting another pet? Hypothetically speaking.”

Geralt huffed, his lips twitching up.

“I have already enough work feeding and cleaning up after you, songbird.”

“Excuse me?” Geralt didn’t need to see Jaskier’s face to know his mouth was opened with indignation. “Well – I have enough work washing and brushing your hair. Between the two of us, you’re the one who gets muck everywhere, wolf.” There was a brief pause. “But…that means you wouldn’t want another pet?”

Geralt’s shoulders sagged as he sighed and finally gave up on his pretence of brushing Roach. He turned, carelessly tossing the brush to the bags sitting on the ground next to Jaskier.

“Careful!” Jaskier squealed.

Geralt rolled his eyes. “Calm down. I didn’t hit you, did I?”

“Well, no, but –“ A strange noise coming from bags made Jaskier stiffen, his eyes widening, before his smile turned painfully artificial. “As I was saying, it is very rude of you to just throw-“

“Quiet,” Geralt hissed, his eyes not leaving the bags.

Jaskier shifted his weight on the ground and it was obvious he was avoiding looking at the bags. “Now really, I know you just love complaining about my voice, but –“

“Jaskier.”

Geralt’s tone made Jaskier’s mouth snap shut.

For a moment, there was utter silence. Then the strange noise returned and the bags began to move.

With slow and silent steps, Geralt crept closer, praying that Jaskier wouldn’t panic and make any sudden movements that would startle whatever was lurking in their bags and make it attack the helpless bard.

With one hand, Geralt unsheathed his silver sword. The other hand he held up in a signal for Jaskier to remain calm.

Jaskier, of course took that as a sign to do the exact opposite. The spiking of his pulse and the sudden scent of nervousness hitting Geralt’s nose were the only warning Geralt got, before Jaskier jumped up. But the bard didn’t run away from the danger into the thicket or to hide behind Geralt. No. He stood in front of the bags, holding up his own hands defensively.

“Geralt, listen. I –“

“Get away from the bags,” Geralt growled, a sudden spike of fear piercing his chest at having Jaskier so close to that unknown thing.

Jaskier only shook his head, a look of determination crossing his face.

“No. This is what I wanted to talk to you about. I…uh… might have acquired a pet? While you were off fighting…that ugly thing with the deadly teeth that I wasn’t allowed to get close to.”

Geralt halted, blinking.

“A pet?” he replied incredulously, lowering his sword.

Jaskier swallowed thickly, his eyes darting to the side, revealing that he was about to lie, even before he opened his mouth.

“Yeah. It’s a cat.”

“A cat.” Geralt repeated deadpan.

Whatever Jaskier saw on his face, he must take it as Geralt believing him, for his own expression flooded with relief. “Yes! A cat.”

“And you kept it hidden from me because…?”

“Because cats don’t like witchers! Or witchers don’t like cats. I’m still not sure about that. But anyway, I thought that maybe, if I got Daisy used to your smell first and talked to you–“

Daisy chose that moment to tumble out of the pile of bags, knocking her small head against Jaskier’s shins in the process.

Geralt and Jaskier both stared dumbly down at her. For once, Geralt was the one who found his voice first.

“A cat, huh?”

“Yes?” A furious blush rose in Jaskier’s cheeks. “In my defence, when I found her I did actually think she was a cat.”

Geralt rubbed a hand over his face, while the griffin-baby that could in no way be mistaken for a cat, began climbing Jaskier’s leg until Jaskier took mercy on her and lifted her up in his arms. He groaned with the effort. The griffin was nearly big enough to obscure the sight of Jaskier’s face. Jaskier’s nose scrunched up adorably – no, there was nothing adorable about an idiot who was snuggling a griffin-baby! – when the griffin’s fur tickled his nose.

“What the fuck made you think that was a cat? Was it the beak?” Geralt lifted a brow, shooting a pointed look at the wiggling beast. “Or maybe the wings?”

Jaskier gave him a decidedly unimpressed look. “It was dark in that cave you left me in! Not all of us have witcher-eyes. And she was alone and happy to keep me company while you were gone on your hunt.”

“Yes,” Geralt said slowly, so that Jaskier couldn’t possibly miss the ‘I-think-you’re-an-idiot’-tone of his voice. “I go on hunts. Where I kill monsters like her.”

Jaskier squawked in outrage, pressing the griffin protectively against his chest. The griffin made a noise not dissimilar to the one Jaskier had just made, but after the shock of being nearly squashed receded, the griffin snuggled contently against Jaskier, chewing happily on the fabric of his doublet.

“She is not a monster! Daisy is a baby and an adorable little darling that would never do anything wrong ever!”

The sound of fabric tearing and a triumphant griffin-shriek disproved Jaskier’s words instantly.

Geralt groaned. He did that far more often since he had started travelling with Jaskier. Life had been so much easier when it had been just him and Roach. No bard who had made it his life’s mission to get in as much easily avoidable trouble as possible.

Life had also been much more boring and lonely without Jaskier. Still.

“She won’t stay a baby forever. Give it two months and she will do more than just tear holes into your clothes.”

Jaskier’s face lit up. “So I can keep her for another two months?”

“I – that’s not – “

“Besides, did you just imply that Daisy tearing holes into my clothes isn’t a bad thing?”

Geralt didn’t dignify that with a response, which Jaskier apparently took as a victory on his side, for he came closer to Geralt, holding Daisy out to him.

“Look at her, Geralt. Look into these eyes and tell me, she isn’t the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.”

Geralt didn’t need to look at her to know that that was objectively untrue. It couldn’t be true, not while Jaskier was standing right in front of him. Still, he indulged Jaskier and reluctantly stared into the little monster’s eyes, glaring at her in the most intimidating way he could. His own eyes reflected back to him from the dark griffin eyes.

An excited noise that almost sounded like purring left the griffin and with her beak, she snapped at Geralt’s hair that had fallen into his face when he had bent down to look at her.

“She likes you!” Jaskier cooed, while Geralt quickly straightened his back and put some distance between his hair and the beak and claws of the griffin. Still, she tried to snatch the strands, not unlike a cat would. Alright, so maybe Jaskier had had a point with that comparison.

That didn’t change the fact that the bard was holding a damn griffin in his arms.

“She’s already practicing hunting,” Geralt said.

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “She’s only playing. Tiny adorable griffins are allowed to play, aren’t they?”

“She won’t stay tiny! Don’t you listen to anything I told you about monsters?”

“Of course I do.” Jaskier lifted his chin in a challenge. “Which is why I know for a fact that we have to keep Daisy.” The narrowing of Jaskier’s eyes stood in stark contrast to the gentleness with which he stroked the griffin’s feathers and fur. “Griffins are reliant on their parents’ care until they learn how to fly. And!” Jaskier added, before Geralt could so much as open his mouth to protest, “You can’t leave me to take care of her on my own, because I also know that griffins mate for life and a griffin baby needs both parents to survive.”

A triumphant grin spread across Jaskier’s lips.

Geralt’s brows drew together. “I am not letting you rope me into becoming that griffin’s parent.”

Jaskier huffed. “Oh please, don’t be silly. Of course you’re not her second parent.”

Small mercies. Geralt was already about to release a sigh of relief, when Jaskier added, “That position’s already filled. Her other parent is Roach.”

And Roach, the traitor, took that as her cue to trod over to them and nose at the little creature in Jaskier’s arms that returned the mare’s greeting.

Geralt stared incredulously at the bard and Jaskier…Jaskier’s eyes softened as he watched that display. His fingers buried into the soft fur of the griffin and he pressed his cheek against the griffin’s head, nuzzling into her. He looked…happy.

Something twisted inside Geralt’s chest. He looked at Roach – a last hope of getting the moral support he needed to keep him from making a very very stupid decision.

But Roach payed him no attention. She huffed some warm breath into the griffin’s face, before nibbling on Jaskier’s already ruined doublet affectionately.

Just like that, Geralt’s fate was sealed. After all, Roach seemed to like Daisy and he couldn’t break her heart.

And…well, Jaskier had been right. There were few things more attractive than a man who liked animals.

#thank you for the prompt!#again sorry for the delay #prompt #my writing #geraskier #geralt #jaskier #roach #witcher #the witcher #fic #fanfic

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enaelyork · 3 years ago

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Evil grows with love [Robotnik x Reader] - Part 15

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The communication seems definitely broken between Y/N and the doctor. But there is still the coat...

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- We can't do that.

-Do what?

Fear is what she saw in Robotnik's eyes. Fear and something else. Was it hers reflecting? Was it the doctor understanding what was happening?

His lips had rested on hers with less violence but not without ardor, her eyes had gone out and her whole body vibrated with a new echo. She invited him to go further, gently parted her lips to let him pass, let herself be drowned by the shivers that this kiss gave her.

Framing his face with her hands, touching the roughness of his cheeks.

Claiming his body closer to hers.

Fall in love.

The sentence echoed in her head, her face took off from his, intoxicated by the perfume that enveloped her, she remained in front of him, her eyes planted in his.

It was too late.

[Y/N] blinked, feeling tears rolling down her cheeks.

You lost.

Robotnik's voice, his abject smile, the way he looked at her. Contemptuous, haughty, Machiavellian. Her legs were shaking, unable to hold her body any longer, becoming too heavy to bear.

His shadow drifted away, leaving her hands empty, her heart in pieces, bathed in tears.

Quickly, she was alone in a deafening silence. No hand against her throat, no violent kick, She. Silence.

Her defeat.

She had sworn to herself that she would never feel like a failure again.

Loving you is a losing game…

Like an echo in the darkness, the melody spread through her, distilled by her sobs. Paralyzed, heavy, unable to make the slightest movement, frozen in a frightening torpor. She could still hear the melody, her lips moving so she could almost hear herself singing.

Sing.

Music had always been a sweet escape. But why this song? Right here ? In the back of a completely destroyed bar locker room, just like her.

I've spent all of the love I saved

We were always a losing game.

Shut up. she heard herself say. But tirelessly it continued, it sang over and over as if each word pierced her heart with sadistic delight. Her hands over her ears, she tried to block the violence of the words.

I got addicted to a losing game.

- Shut your fucking mouth!

Her own voice startled her.

The silence.

The softness of the sheets she had buried herself in. The heaviness of her head on the pillow.

The scent of the dark jacket she wore over her shoulders.

[Y/N] blinked several times, she had to muster all her strength to get up and rub her face. She had hoped it was all just a heavy dream, but the cloak over her shoulders made it clear to her that things had happened in the previous hours that had directly involved Robotnik.

Loving you is a losing game…

On the bedside table, the melody picked up again, distorted by the violent vibrations of the telephone on the bedside table.

Shit. She absolutely had to change the ringtone.

She glanced at the screen, [Lieutenant’s name] was indicated there in large characters and given the number of notifications she guessed, she must not have been on her/His first attempt at contact.

-Damn it, do you…

- Oh, you're not dead!

She raised her eyebrows, glanced at her screen, eight in the morning. She couldn't think of anything to make a fuss about, she had only slept a few hours.

- What fly bites you? It's still morning, lieutenant.

She heard her colleague burst out laughing.

- Yes commissioner, in the morning, but not the same day! You have slept for more than twenty-four hours.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she registered the information. Head heavy, everything was now becoming very clear. The warm mark of Robotnik's hand on her neck, like the bitter taste his lips had left on hers.

His perfume embedded in her like his coat was on her shoulders.

-You are still here ?

She jumped, realizing that she was staring at her bedroom window with a strange feeling in the bottom of her stomach.

-Yes, Lieutenant.

-You are fine ?

She hesitated. No, of course she wasn't.

- It's okay, I'm just a little numb. But I hold on.

- Okay, so could you get your butt off your bed and come open the door for me? It's starting to get heavy.

Sorry ? Was her lieutenant really calling her from the other side of her bedroom door? Without waiting, she hastened to open the door to a smiling [Lieutenant’s name], a paper bag in one hand, the telephone in the other. She/he didn't even wait to be invited to enter.

-Do you know that there are other ways to enter people's homes, for example, knocking on a door?

The lieutenant shrugged as she/he put the bag on the table.

- I know how you are when you get up on the wrong foot, I preferred to stay away before making sure everything was fine.

- Wise decision…

She closed the door behind her and froze. Why was [Lieutenant’s name] looking at her that way? With this look mixing irony and pity?

-What ?

-Damn it's hard to see, it was time for me to arrive!

-I don’t understand.

It was then that she realized the situation, the fact that she was still holding Robotnik's coat around her shoulders and that after having slept for more than a whole day her face must not breathe freshness.

Robotnik's coat.

She casually laid it on a chair back, hoping the lieutenant hadn't seen anything. Everything proved otherwise.

-I don't particularly want to know what I look like.

- Awful, you are awful.

- Thank you lieutenant, do you have any other compliments to suggest?

- Many, but I have something to embellish you! He/She exclaimed, rummaging through his/her purse. [Y/N] had the urge to kill, but the carton of chocolate milk on the table took away all her urges for good.

-It's from the grocery store, fresh out of the fridge.

- What a wonderful colleague you are.

The lieutenant looked at her with a satisfied smile. He/She was one of the few people who knew how to keep [Y/N] at bay and get exactly what he/she wanted from her. But the compliment stung him/her to the quick and he/she turned his/her head away so as not to blush. It was far too rare not to take advantage of it.

-And I brought you breakfast, I imagine you'll be starving.

Not a word came out of the commissioner's mouth for a few minutes. Biting into these pastries was like coming back to life after being dead for a thousand years.

- So how were you punished by locking you in the hotel?

She was delighted not to have to explain this episode.

- Somehow. But it won't last long.

-It's obvious, they can't do without you.

A smile formed on their lips as they exchanged a knowing look.

-I kept my promise, Lieutenant, nothing will happen to you in this story. It was me who screwed up, totally and I made sure that you could continue to live normally...

-Speaking of normal life…

[Y/N] froze, a piece of pastry on the edge of her lips.

- Agent Stone invited me to dinner…

Her eyebrows arched in astonishment and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. Seriously ? He/She and… him?

-Agent Stone? She said, feigning ignorance. Hmmm, wait, let me remember…Your…Just…Friend right?

- And you don't care anymore.

-Obviously not ! And so, when does your "just friend" Agent Stone want to invite you to dinner?

- Tonight, I have an appointment at 8 p.m. at the Italian restaurant. And yes, commissioner, this is a meal between colleagues.

She needed a second pastry to accompany this ugly lie.

- What a classic! She giggled like a fifteen-year-old girl. Nothing amused her more than seeing the lieutenant uneasy as if he/she were dating the first boy in his/her life. So you're asking me for permission, is that right?

- Well, let's say it would be totally great if you said yes. Otherwise I would have to jump out of the hotel window to join him and we are on the third floor.

-Regrettable.

- And then, I brought you something to convince you…

He/She put the whole pack of chocolate milk cartons on the table, it was like a child meeting Santa Claus for the first time.

-Damn… Go ahead, and promise me, don’t talk about work.

- I promise.

- And also to enjoy your evening.

-Absolutely !

- Will you be wise?

A silence, she saw the lieutenant stop himself from laughing as his cheeks turned red.

-I'm not sure I can do that.

-Right answer !

The commissioner stuck her straw in the carton of milk to whistle the contents. Agent Stone and her lieutenant… It was still something completely crazy, right? She hesitated to remind him/her of the ethics, the fact that having an affair with a co-worker, a stranger at that, was not a good idea. But [Lieutenant’s name]'s sparkling gaze, his/her smile and above all the relief he/she felt when she/he had given her verdict took away the idea of spoiling the mood.

- Did you seriously plan to blackmail me, Lieutenant?

The latter shrugged.

-It was in case you were angry, but since you're in a good mood, I'll give them to you.

-Adorable…

The lieutenant watched her silently, and [Y/N] knew that didn't bode well.

-What ?

-Now that you have a full stomach. Can we talk about the marks you had on your neck the other night?

-Nope. Without hesitation.

- Did the doctor do this to you? What happened, is it...

- We're not talking about the doctor either…Never again.

Silence, but [Y/N]knew her lieutenant was much more tenacious.

-I know that this case exhausts you, but I haven't seen you in this state since… For a long time. So I wonder.

- He's the one who put me in this state. I told you in the car.

- I don't think so.

- I don't want to know what you think.

-I think. He/She didn't care what her boss wanted. That it is you who put yourself in this state. Because you are afraid.

She blinked in surprise. Afraid of what ? From whom?

- From Robotnik? Certainly not, he doesn't scare me, he annoys me.

- You freak out because you feel something for him.

[Y/N] felt like he was being punched hard in the chest.

- Hatred?

- Something else.

-I said we weren't talking about any more of that.

- We will have to learn to trust people. And to you too.

- I'm unstable, [Lieutenant’s name], that's what they say about me, isn't it?

Unstable, that was how they had called her, that was how she had always been called.

But how to be stable when nothing around her was?

It's the world that makes us like this… She thought. She thought about how people had always treated her, how she had offered her trust, and how she had been flouted.

To this affair which had made her realize that even those in whom she had put all her love and trust could trample her.

Still, what [Lieutenant’s name] had said shook her. She was scared, that was obvious. Only fear could make her fall into anguish in this way. But what was she afraid of if not of herself? What she felt for this man?

-I have nothing in common with him. she breathed. Our collaboration was doomed from the start.

- Again, I don't agree. You have a lot in common. First of all, you are as unbearable as him...

- Thank you lieutenant, if it is to list my many qualities, let me go back to bed.

- You are complementary. He has the machines, you have the intuition and above all... Above all...

She didn't want to hear the last sentence.

- He doesn't trust anyone either. The world destroyed him.

- I trust you, [Lieutenant’s name].

It was without doubt the finest confession of her friendship.

- Yes… Like Robotnik only trusts Stone, but you will tell me that you have nothing in common, won't you?

She was blown away, felt like she was up against the wall and about to fall. The realization was violent, like a slap that dislocated her jaw, she could no longer act as if [Lieutenant’s namen] was wrong and preferred to quickly change the subject.

- So you have a date tonight?

The lieutenant looked up, resigned. Knowing that continuing the conversation would lead to another temper tantrum or worse, he/she gave her a shy smile as he/she ran a hand through her/his hair.

- A dinner, between colleagues… He/She breathed ironically.

-Of course, and I imagine that you have already planned your outfit, right?

His/Her silence spoke for her.

- What ?? Not yet ?

- I was too busy … Working.

[Y/N] gulped, realizing that she had left her lieutenant to his/her own devices without caring about the workload she was placing on his/her back. Her stomach churned with guilt. How could she have given up like that? How could she have collapsed before she finished what she was here for?

-You forget work now and you know why? Because I'm stuck here for a few days and really need to take care of myself. While you...

The lieutenant's eyes widened in surprise, a mischievous smile on the commissioner's lips didn't bode well. Before he/she had time to react, he/she felt his/her boss's hand in hers/hims, telling him/her what to do.

-You will choose your outfit.

- What ? Now ?

- Absolutely, and I will help you. I can't leave the hotel but I can leave the room, let's see what you're hiding in your suitcase.

—

The day had been cottony. Since she had opened her eyes, [Y/N] had had the feeling of living outside of time and reality. Immersed in her computer and her notes, she tried to move forward while stationary, fighting the frustration of not being out in the field tracking this animal and the sheriff.

Her gaze was once again drawn to her bedroom window. She had refused to open the curtain, but the colors the room was taking on told her clearly that the day was passing at a strange speed.

Was it already dusk?

She thought back to her night, to the dreams that had haunted her sleep and to her restlessness. Was that where the feeling of being watched came from?

-Everything is fine ?

She jumps when she sees a head sticking out of the door frame. Sitting at her desk, computer on her lap and earphones tucked into her ears, [Y/N] probably hadn't heard the lieutenant knock on the door.

-I was thinking of something… Nothing serious. Damn it, lieutenant, is that you?

She clearly distinguished the shyness of her partner.

-What ? Something is wrong ? Is…

- I was just wondering if you still live with your parents?

The lieutenant burst into a hearty laugh. He/She was radiant, bright and incredibly fulfilled. This image of her lieutenant full of carelessness and enthusiasm made her feel better.

- Commissioner, you helped me choose my outfit.

- I didn't realize how much it aroused your sex appeal during fittings

She laughed heartily, but the idea of her partner having dinner with Stone sent her back to Robotnik and her pride in having managed to keep him from invading her thoughts for more than eight hours was crumbling like a castle of cards. [Lieutenant’s name] had probably seen the trouble, for she approached her with concern.

- You're sure everything will be fine, aren't you? I don't like the idea of leaving you alone tonight and...

- For God's sake, [Lieutenant’s name], get the hell out of here and go join Stone, you're already late. And don't worry, I won't be mad if you miss midnight permission.

She had her back to her assistant and did not hear his/her footsteps on the plush rug in her bedroom. His/her arms around her neck hugging her with gentle tenderness surprised her.

- Thank you. He/She kissed his hair. You are insufferable, but I adore you all the same.

A smile formed on her lips. Me too, she wanted to answer her/him. Words she couldn't utter to anyone and [Lieutenant’s name] knew it. As she also knew perfectly well that h/she was the closest thing to a friend in her eyes.

- Come on, outside prince/princess, the prince is going to get impatient… She breathed, patting his arm.

-I will send you messages to tell you.

- Don't even think about it, you idiot! she giggled as the lieutenant closed the door behind her/him, leaving her alone.

Alone in front of herself and all that she had repressed.

It was the first time since she had been in America that she had been truly alone here, and the silence was deafening. Usually she knew the lieutenant was in the next room, and when she was in that situation she could sense his footsteps and movements on the other side of the wall.

But this time, there was only this eerie silence.

- We can't do that.

-Do what?

She closed her eyes, emptying her lungs of the air she was holding. All day she had been shot at work, obsessed with success and frustrated not to empty her mind on the ground, it was not to see these images again before her eyes now.

Placing the computer back, she hastily got up, realizing that she hadn't taken a shower since she woke up and hoped the water would clear her mind as well. She decided to connect her phone to the speaker to broadcast her playlists. She wouldn't bother anyone if she turned the volume up.

It was her night, too.

She dove under the jet of warm water as the first melancholic chords of Something i can never have were intoned by Nine inch nails. If his entire existence could be summed up in a playlist, this song was its centerpiece, whose rhythm, both powerful and sad, was its essence.

The water ran over her, but the image of Robotnik clung firmly to her mind, constantly reflecting on her eyelids when they were closed. It was a losing battle.

Had she made the right decision in pushing him away? Should she have defied him rather than run away? To see how far he could go?

It shouldn't matter anymore.

Out of the shower, she had put on a nightgown light enough not to suffocate in her sleep. The air rushing in from outside couldn't cool the room, and she already felt like her thoughts would smother her before the night was over.

Her lips formed the words of the song without saying them as she glanced at her phone. [Lieutenant’s name]had already sent her a photo of his/her aperitif and she ordered her/him to put his/her cell phone in her/his bag so she/he wouldn't take it out again for the evening, reminding her/him that she wasn't his/her nanny. The sleeping pills she planned to swallow would be perfect to accompany her until morning in a heavy sleep without dreams and oppressive anxiety.

No news from the doctor.

Had she hoped for it? Did she imagine for a single second that he would have reconnected with her after all that?

That evening, alone in her room, she thought about everything that had happened since she had arrived in America. Today, she was convinced that, even more than the discovery of an alien hedgehog, it was her meeting with Robotnik that had disturbed her the most. She was professional, always had been. But without realizing it, he had drawn her to him like a magnet. She had felt the need to be with him, to work with him, simply because he was so intelligent that he stimulated her.

There was a connection between them, inexplicable.

When had she started to be attracted to him? From the start ? When they ended up in the hedgehog's lair? After ?

Either way, what happened was a mistake.

Which will never happen again.

We had warned her, she hadn't wanted to hear anything and she had ended up burning her fingers like an idiot.

The music couldn't drown out the knock on her door, [Lieutenant’s name]? Already ? Impossible, he/she had only been gone for an hour, his/her love life couldn't be as disastrous as hers. Without cutting the music, she moved cautiously towards the door.

It insisted.

Hand on the knob, she hesitated.

What if someone was threatening her? Who wished him harm? Her loneliness was almost oppressive.

It was the last chorus before Trent Reznor gave way to another song.

I just want something i can never…

The last word remained there.

Stuck deep in her mouth.

Eyes wide on the figure that had just been revealed by its open door.

The silence.

The air suddenly missing in her room.

Pressure on her chest.

The piano dropping its last notes.

Him.

She blinked once.

Him.

Two times.

Him again.

It was not a dream.

-Did you…come to pick up your coat?

These were the only words she managed to utter in front of Doctor Robotnik.

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animeyanderelover · 3 years ago

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Can you write promp 15 to Shuu tsukiyama :) Thank you I love your writings.

I love my writing as well😉. No, but seriously guys. If it wouldn't be for my passion to write, I would have gone on a hiatus the moment I found out that I was being shadowbanned.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, clinginess, manipulation, paranoia, mentioning of kidnapping, catcalling, sexual harassment, blood, killing, Shuu being a sadist to the victim, eccentricity (?)

Prompt 15: “Shh princess… don’t cry over this scum, he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

"Kanae!! What happened to her?!?! Why is she crying?!?!"

You hadn't wanted to burst out in tears like this, but replaying the scene in your head over and over again like a movie had caused you unimaginable frustration and embarrassment. Now you remembered why you hated people so much, they were all just greedy and disgusting jerks. Calling you such nasty names in public and daring to go as far as following you. If Kanae wouldn't have been there with you, you didn't even want to imagine what might have happened to you.

"My poor princess! What happened?! Tell me!"

Furious tears were falling down your face, even though you had wiped them away already countless times before. You were not in a very good mood at the moment, you felt quite etchy at the moment. And that was what caused annoyance washing over you when you heard Shuu's cooing words, taking quick steps towards you to comfort you somehow. You knew what would come now. Another smothering session of his. Something you didn't need in the least bit right now. What you needed was time. Alone.

You still tried to stay as calm as possible, not wanting to make a huge scene that would only gain you more annoying attention. All the servants were honestly so much like their master, they all appeared to be overly dramatic when it came to you, the only real exception was Mirumo.

So when you suddenly stepped back from Shuu, lips pressed together and a mixed look out of sadness and anger on your face, you knew that you had hurt him. It was all too obvious judging from his wide eyes, confusion and pain already reflecting in them, and the way he had frozen when you had suddenly put a distance between you two. The hand, which he had extended, was staying in the air, shaking slightly. As always, he was overreacting.

“(y/-y/n)…What did I-“

“You did nothing Shuu. You didn’t do anything. I just wish to be alone right now. So I ask you to do me the favor and leave me alone for once. If you don’t, I might say things to you that will hurt you and which I don’t mean. Don’t test my patience for now.”

You were surprised by your own tone of voice, you sounded extremely rude, annoyance dripping from your voice like venom. It was hard to keep a calm and collected voice under such conditions. But for the reason of you having been well raised and well treated by the people in this place, you wanted to return the favor by doing the same.

You just stormed past both, Kanae and Shuu, without saying a single word, chewing furiously on your lips whilst the voice of the man kept ringing in your head. You felt like you wanted to smash something to relieve yourself of the ocean of emotions inside of you. Today had been the wrong day to convince Shuu with the help of his father to let you out without him.

“Master (y/n)!”, you heard Kanae yelling after you, followed by a thud sound that caused you to turn around shortly, feeling slightly startled by the sudden noise. But you were left feeling a bit surprised when seeing that your company for the last few hours had gone done to her knees, forehead pressed against the floor of the mansion and bowing deeply down in front of you.

“I can never forgive myself for not being able to help you. I failed you! I’m so sorry! It’s all because of my own foolishness and incompetence that you had to go through all of this!”

Her voice was shaking and you guessed that she would break out in tears at any moment, she was just as theatrical as your partner was.

“Kanae, it’s not your fault. We were under too many people, you couldn’t have done more than you did already. And that was already a big help. Also, please don’t refer to me as your master, I don’t like it when I’m being called this way. I see you as a friend, so that makes things always a bit awkward when you call me your master.”

Only the fading and fast footsteps of yours were heard in the silence which followed afterwards, leaving two people left dwelling on what had just happened. Shuu, who was staring with still shocked eyes at the stairs where you had just walked up, and Kanae, who was still remaining in her humble position. Somewhere upstairs the rather loud slam of a door was heard, indicating that you had just entered your room.

“Kanae…What…happened?”

Even her master seemed to be left flabbergasted by this sudden change of events, although tears were already starting to fill his eyes. It was not as much because of your rejecting behavior towards him, although that had hurt as well. No, it was because someone had upset his little dove so that she had cried and he hadn’t been there to protect her.

“So eine Scheiße!”, the girl suddenly shouted furiously and frustrated, slamming her head against the floor harshly as if wanting to punish herself.

By now she had bursted out in tears, drops splashing to the ground. “What am I good for when I couldn’t even keep her safe and this-this disgrace away from her?! Now she is angry! Please forgive me Master Shuu. You chose me because you trusted me to protect her, but I was the wrong person to choose.”

The last few sentences of her were told much more softer than the previous ones, only proving to Shuu that Kanae felt beyond miserable for what had happened. But it didn’t answe his question! It only made him more anxious.

What had happened whilst he hadn’t been there?! Who the duck dared to make his lovely darling cry?! Who?!

“Would you just please tell me what happened?!”, he yelled at the servant, his string of patience snapping right then and there and leading him into raising his voice.

Kanae flinched when hearing him shouting at her, the panic in his voice overwhelming her even more. It was all because of her that her master would have to go through the same pain as you as well. How should she even start explaining what had happened without him losing it right away?

“Mast-I mean (y/n)…She has been catcalled! And I was unable to take proper care of this threat! Watching this bastard…It was disgusting! Enraging! This rotten mouth of his…The things he called after her, I wish I could have gouged his tongue out! And he even had the audacity to follow her through the city, using every opportunity he had to spit more gross words out! And (y/n) had to endure all of this without losing her self-restraint. She even had to stop me. She stood her ground without breaking down in front of him. She was so admirable. I should have taken an example on her.”

The confession of the truth hurt, having to go through it all again hurt. Her master’s darling had been so brave, so perfectly in control of her emotions, so empathetic to rather let herself get humiliated instead of risking to let Kanae get triggered and reveal that she was a ghoul in the center of the city. And (y/n) still saw her as a friend! She was so kind. No wonder Master Shuu was so madly in love with her.

After that the ghoul waited for some reaction from him, shouting, yelling, crying, lashing out on her, anything. But nothing came. Instead another silence befell both of them, coming with a creepy feeling. An almost paralyzing feeling that made the violet-haired girl stay on the ground. The air felt like it was weighting her down. She knew this feeling.

Fear.

"So you're telling me that ma chérie is crying because some walking useless trash thought that he could use her and play her for his own entertainment?"

His voice was beyond spine-chilling, spoken like a true lunatic. His voice sounded for the most part quieter than expected, though it was trembling slightly. But what made her body nearly forget to function out of terror was the icy blood lust in it, like he was on the brink of insanity.

Barely, only barely did Kanae manage to lift her head, enough to catch a glimpse of his face. It only made her break out in cold sweat more. She thanked the heaven that he wasn't looking at her right now, instead staring in the empty space, a murderous grin on his face. His eyes were wide, reflecting the craziness inside of him perfectly. Just by looking at him was enough for Kanae to know that he was tearing the culprit in his mind currently to a bloody and deforedly mess. Her master was thinking like her, she had planned on doing the same. But she hadn't looked that unnerving.

"As much as I would love to torture and rip this waste of oxygen right now, this will have to wait. My princess needs me right now."

The sudden change in his whole personality was delightening yet also the slightest bit stunning for Kanae to witness, how he went from psychopathic sadist to his normal dramatic and lovesick self.

"W-wait! C-can I do something, anything to make somehow up for my failure?", Kanae stuttered out, stopping Shuu from crossing the stairs with huge steps. She had to do something, she felt truly feeble.

Shuu noticed her still majorly guilty expression, giving her a small sympathetic smile. "Don't work yourself up to hard over it now. (y/n) was only right. You would have only done much worse if you would have let lost control then and there. You already did a better job than I did in keeping composure. For now just tell the others to prepare dinner, (y/n)'s favorite. And also..."

The sudden drop in Shuu's voice and his face was a dead giveaway what he wanted to say next. "Let's meet later outside when my darling is sleeping. I believe we have something to take care of, don't we?"

That alone was enough to make Kanae stand up, the anger and feeling of helplessness scratching her feeling of self-esteem. Her master knew that she had a score to settle as well after having only been able to watch. She felt grateful that he took that into reconsideration even though she had let this happen in the first place.

"It would be my pleasure to be from any help. I feel honored that you still chose me."

"Why are you here? I think I told you I want to be alone.", you shot out after Shuu had simply knocked and entered your room without permission, giving you nearly no time to wipe away all the tears on your cheeks. You hated crying in front of people, you hated looking weak and vulnerable and being it as well. That's why you always wanted to be alone when you felt like crying.

"You expect me to just stand away when my dove clearly needs someone right now?! You were just sexually harassed and want me to leave you alone?! Forget it!"

His reaction was what you had seen coming, the paranoia coloring his face being all too obvious and he looked distressed as well. Shuu wasn't good in handling something like this at all, not when it had you being in any sort hurt involved.

"Go away. I look terrible right now.", you just said without replying to what he had just said, though this had been a rhetorical question. You didn't look very good right now, tears smearing all over your face, your eyes reddened and puffy and your nose running due to all the crying.

"That doesn't matter to me. For me you look beatiful no matter what, even if you cry."

Despite feeling upset, you managed to let a chuckling scoff out when you heard the man saying this, still not being completely used to his more cheesy lines. But right now he probablly had the intention to cheer you up.

"Good grief, you're really too much. Let go of me.", you replied slightly ironically in between your sobs when he suddenly just clinged to you, wrapping you up in his arms. It wasn’t uncomfortable though, his hug was warm and managed to soothe you a bit.

You actually shouldn’t feel this way, not in the arms of the man who used to torment and hurt you out of pure and utter sadistic fun. Back then it had just been horror for you. And only thanks to his well-mannered father things had changed for you, only then. You owed Mirumo for that more than you could effort, but his only request had been staying, knowing the attachment his son had for you would never perish. But at the same time you had the feeling his father had helped his son as well, causing you to get along with him better and better until you had started to forget where acting stopped and where real feelings were showing.

“Shh princess…don’t cry over this scum, he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

He had a point. That asshole had wanted to get under your skin which was the second reason you had stayed strong in front of him. But you were human as well, you had feelings which could be hurt. You were currently hurt which was why you needed some sort of comfort right now and Shuu provided it. Maybe a bit too much.

You estimated that you needed about five minutes until you had calmed somewhat down, though the after effects from your crying session still shook your body every once in a while. But you felt the tiniest bit less shitty.

“I think I’m feeling better now. Thank you…Shuu.”, you told him softly, feeling your cheeks warming up the tiniest bit.

He just let out a content ‘hmm’, his chin resting on your shoulder and his one hand playing with your hair a bit. He didn’t look like he had any intentions to move despite you giving him the look. You had a rather silly bad feeling.

“Do you want to let me go?”

“Never. At least not until the dinner is prepared.”

“Shuu.”, you protested slightly, pushing him a bit against the chest which turned out to be good for nothing. He didn’t budge. Instead you could almost see with your inner two eyes on the back of your head that he was grinning upon your attempt to remove him.

“Oh well. I’ll let him have it his way. He deserves it.”

Kanae was walking, as quietly as possible, nervously back and forth. She would never blame her master for anything at all, but maybe she just felt extremely uneasy right now that she wanted to leave desperately. Tokyo was huge and finding one single man would be hard, though she remembered the few broken pieces of informations she had heard when the man had been taken away from some other people who seemed to know him.

“I have to avenge (y/n) or else I’ll never be able to feel like I deserve this happiness.”, the girl thought bitterly, intending to bring suffering over this piece of garbage.

“You seem rather impatient. Believe me, I am just as eager as you are, though we shouldn’t waste too much time with this sad excuse of a man.”

Kanae quickly turned around, anticipation shining from her eyes when she saw Shuu appearing from the shadows, already having put on fitting clothes and holding his mask in his hand.

“I apologize, I simply couldn’t bring myself to leaving my princess alone. She looked too gorgeous to not marvel over. That’s why I want to speed this all up, I want to return to her as fast as possible. It of course doesn’t mean I intend to let this person easily of the hook.”

He chuckled a bit, for a few moments softness dominating his face when recalling the sweet memories of his darling sleeping peacefully. But in the blink of an eye he changed, the lust to kill someone taking over him and twisting his face into something entirely else.

“Kanae, do you know where we should start?”

His voice was terrifying, his feelings and intentions dripping freely from it and a malicious glint shining in his eyes. Not like Kanae minded, her own face being overshadowed by her negative feelings.

“Yes, I do have an idea.”

#yandere tokyo ghoul #yandere shuu #yandere shuu tsukiyama

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ladyeliot · 4 years ago

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Exceeding expectations

Valentine’s Day (Masterlist)

Request: Anonymous: Hey this is for the Valentine’s Day promps! Tony, ⚡️, enemies to lovers, 4. & 11.

4. “I bought a dress, shaved my legs, and put makeup on. I refuse to be stood up.”

11. “Cupid just shot me in the ass with an arrow!”

Pairing: Student!Tony Stark x Fem!Student!Reader

Summary: All your life you have been focused on your studies, for you that was all that mattered, but during your third year of university things take a sharp turn and love appears in your life.

Warnings: College AU. SMUT ⚡️

Word count: 7254

A/N: This is very long! It has gotten out of hand. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

At the age of thirteen you had discovered that love, or rather what adults used to call love, because you barely knew what those four letters meant, doesn't always bring you happiness. Jason Filton had sent you a note in the middle of Biology class informing you that you were no longer dating and that his new girlfriend was Sarah Rickman. After reading it, you threw the paper over his head as hard as you could, making all your classmates laugh and you ended up in the headmaster's office. At that moment you decided that love was rubbish, as well as everything else that had to do with it, so you chose to dedicate your life to more important things, such as your studies, and that's how you got a place in one of the best universities in the country.

For the first two years of aeronautical engineering you abhorred any distraction that would make you lose track of your own path. No parties, no conversations of more than ten minutes with anyone that weren't helpful to your future, no going home for holidays, it was all a waste of time that tended to break up your daily routine. Your university lifestyle tended to be unconventional, and unconventional didn't tend to go unnoticed in those places, and it didn't help that you were a year ahead of everyone else and your grades were above average. It seemed that everything stood in your way, but you used to overcome obstacles with great ability, you didn't let anything get to you, especially coming from society.

In the third year things changed, you were offered the possibility of taking two parallel degrees, as many subjects were validated, there was no evidence that you accepted, so in your weekly planning began to appear subjects of mechanical engineering. At no point did it ever occur to you that this choice would bring with it some murky consequences that you did not have in mind. A smarty-pants is not always well accepted in a class when there is already a person who occupies that position, there he was, the cause of all your future ills during the university year ahead, Tony Stark.

It's not that you hadn't competed with people like this before, well, you'd never really come across someone like this before, he was worthy of analysis, one of a kind, any student of psychology or even anthropology would be willing to do a doctorate on him. Although he obviously wouldn't come out of that research alive.

A week after attending those classes, you discovered that he was the same age as you, so he was also advanced in Mechanical Engineering, but the most surprising thing was that he already had a PhD in Physics, which made you wonder what you were doing wrong. Even so, the most curious thing is that he hardly paid any attention in class, he spent the whole time chatting amicably with his colleagues in the back row, but every time he was asked he answered the professor's questions correctly and wittily. He was a scholar, and that got on your nerves, although it was easy for you to hide it.

You avoided getting in his way at all times, but it was very easy for him to do so whenever you were in class, and one point in your favour was that when classes were over you used to lock yourself in your bedroom, and you were lucky that your classmate hardly ever came around, so those 15 square metres were all for you. But even so, the biggest drawback of your third year was not the competition with Tony Stark, it was someone else, James Barton.

James was a boy who shared some Mechanical Engineering classes with you, he was a year older than you and it was more than evident that he was a real inconvenience, because from the first day you entered the Micro/Nano Engineering Laboratory and he sat next to you, you knew you were in serious trouble. You felt the same as when Jason Filton at the beginning of eighth grade invited you for an ice cream in the cafeteria, that's right, that was the closest thing to love you had ever felt, that's why you knew you were in serious trouble.

During the first few months there were no clear developments, mostly because you never noticed any interest on his part. In your case, you hid with all your might the excitement you felt every time Tuesday morning came and you had to share a lab with him, the last thing you wanted was to look like a desperate high school teenager every time you saw him. But by magic, or perhaps fate, things gave you an incentive for your relationship as classmates to evolve.

Apparently James had been down with the flu for a week, so he was unable to attend class that Tuesday, it was obvious to you from the first moment you saw his empty seat. Therefore, Mr. Gregory thought it appropriate, since you always sat next to him, that you could bring him the material he had offered during that class. You were grateful that he thought there was at least a friendship between the two of you, it was an incipient one for you. You were a little reluctant at first, mostly because you didn't think it was appropriate to introduce yourself to him in his dormitory when you had barely spoken a word to each other beyond a morning greeting and a goodbye when you left class, but you chose to accept it as a personal challenge.

It was not complex to find out which dorm you were staying in, nor to find out which room you were in, the complexity was in making proper social conversation, as your social skills were far from what any young person could wish for. Nor did the male gazes cast upon you as you entered the building and began to walk down those corridors to the third floor help, you didn't know if you were in a dorm, a circus or a petting zoo. It made you wonder how those people had managed to get a place at MIT.

You positioned yourself in front of the wooden door with a set of papers and notes from Mr. Gregory's class in your hands, replaying over and over in your mind how you could start an ordinary conversation, but before you could knock on the door someone behind you thought you needed help so with his knuckles he rapped on the wood.

"If you don't knock no one will open the door," said a boy flashing you a friendly smile, perhaps the first you had ever seen in that place, as he continued on his way.

"Come in!" exclaimed a voice behind that door, you knew at that moment it was James.

Taking a breath you slowly rested your hand on the doorknob and turned it slightly, leaving only a small gap to put your head through.

"I'm sorry," you began, "I don't mean to intrude. I'm just dropping off the notes and materials Mr. Gregory gave in class today. He thought they might come in handy for next week's class."

James was lying on the bed, you found that the atmosphere was a little heavy with sweat mixed with his particular scent with hints of cinnamon, but the moment he discovered who his visitor was he sat up and started to pick up some tissues that were scattered on the sheets.

"God... I'm sorry, this is a mess," he said, taking the wastepaper basket in his hands and stuffing everything he could find into it, his tone totally congested.

"No, don't worry about it," you added quickly, stepping into the room. "Don't mind me, I was just coming to bring you the notes and I was just leaving."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, collapsing back onto the bed from flu-like exhaustion.

"That's all right," you gave him a small smile and put the material you had brought on the desk nearest his bed. "I guess you'll understand everything, but if you don't understand anything or need anything at all you can tell me."

"Thank you very much," he said leaning back against the wall, "I appreciate it."

You nodded smiling at him, thankful that the situation hadn't been too complicated, at least so far, so you decided not to push your luck and head for the door.

"Wait," he exclaimed as best he could behind you, causing your footsteps to stop and you to turn back to him. "Would you like to go out for a drink sometime?"

During those moments you were trying to process his request to buy you a drink the dormitory door opened with a thunderous bang against the wall, bringing you face to face with your beloved Mechanical Engineering partner.

"Oops, sorry, am I interrupting something?" he said curiously, contemplating you both gradually.

"Could you not give those bumps every time you come in?" complained James almost incomprehensibly due to congestion.

"Sure mate," having said that he gingerly closed up and walked over to his bed, picked up a book, lay down and pretended to browse through it.

"So?" James looked back up at you waiting for an answer.

It had all happened so fast that your mind had not yet come to terms with the situation, but all you had to do was say "sure", "yes, I'd love to" or "of course, that would be fine", but you only managed to nod with a small smile.

"That's a yes?" he asked trying to clarify your intentions.

"Sure," you managed to say between nods, which managed to extract a smile from your partner. "So... I'll see you next week in class. I hope you get better."

To your surprise you had overcome that personal challenge with great talent, you knew that if your sister were present she would award you the medal for bravery, not only for having talked to a boy, but for having managed to get a possible future date with great elegance, and without hardly expecting it. But what you didn't realise, or at least not until first thing on Wednesday morning, was that you were in for some curious comments from your opponent about the previous day's events.

"So you're going out with Barton," he said almost before he sat down behind you. "I thought your social life was limited to striking up a conversation with the lady at the post office one Sunday a month."

Over time you had learned that the best thing you could do was to ignore that annoying little voice that sat behind you every Wednesday and tried to interrupt you every time you were offering an explanation during class. It was the best way you had found to get through those first few months with him.

But it wasn't all that simple, especially when you and James started a friendship that developed into something a little more serious just before the Christmas holidays. Like any other relationship where two people are attracted to each other the search for intimacy is normal and ordinary, during the third year of university you were lucky that your roommate was practically a ghost and you found the best place to have your own intimacy, because obviously you didn't know why Tony Stark was always in his bedroom, and when he wasn't he used to appear at the most inopportune moments, and worst of all without knocking.

"Are you crazy?" you exclaimed, hiding under the covers. "Don't you know how to knock?!"

"Oh, come on! It's nothing I haven't seen before," he said throwing himself on his bed. "Don't worry about me, I don't care."

At those moments you didn't know whether to get up and cross his face or just not show up there anymore, because things didn't stop there, he used to drag out the subject at hand and make inappropriate comments to you in class, such as "I hope you used protection" or "you forgot your bra" or "if you need any advice you know you can ask me for it". It was quite frustrating, because there was little you could do about it, just ignore him or else he would come over the top.

Apart from that everything seemed to work perfectly with James, or at least that's what it seemed to you, the two months that you had been together things were coming together without forcing them, you met every now and then to go out to eat, you took advantage of the moments you were alone to study and sometimes things generated moments of intimacy, it was the closest thing you had had to a love relationship, although your experience was very basic in that matter in question. So basic that you barely understood a lot of things and you could be very naive about anything to do with social relationships.

Discussions started to become your daily routine, they all came hand in hand because of your clashing characters, he used to have a very evolved social life, three times a week, he even skipped some classes because of the hangover that the night before he had self-inflicted, although you accepted his lifestyle, you didn't share it at all and his constant initiatives to integrate you in his environment didn't usually turn out as he expected. So a constant back and forth ensued from then on, which brought out a character you didn't like.

You began to hear rumours, which you tried to avoid, so as not to get caught in the net. These rumours ranged from whether James had hooked up with Nancy Skelton the night before to whether he had taken her to his room. So every time you sought an explanation he seemed to find himself sufficiently unwilling to offer one. The same thing happened on Valentine's Day.

You had been ignoring the rumours that were torpedoing your ears for two weeks, James had sworn and swore to you that nothing that was going around the halls of the college was true, that he hadn't done anything with anyone at the frat party. You, like an innocent fool, accepted his words, letting yourself be carried away by those green eyes that knew how to make your legs tremble. So that meant that the Valentine's dinner was still on. It was the first time you had bought a dress for a special occasion on your own, you didn't choose to take risks, black was always welcome and straps too, although you really did take risks with the neckline, and with the reddish lipstick. In short, you wanted me to discover that you could also become Nancy Skelton for a night, but apparently I didn't feel like checking it out. You waited for twenty minutes in your room for him to come and get you, but you thought something must have happened, so you headed off to find out for yourself.

Again, as if you were in a circus attraction, and you were the main attraction, you rushed through the corridors of the male dorm with whistles, sexist comments and cheers behind you. It was Thursday night, which meant that the party had started early that evening and most of them had traded blood for alcohol. You knocked on the door, waited a few seconds but no one answered, knocked again, but the case was ignored so you tried to turn the doorknob, but to your surprise the room was locked.

"What the hell?" you asked yourself.

Totally confused you look at your wristwatch, expecting to have got the time wrong, but no, it was 8:35 p.m. just thirty-five minutes later than you had arranged. You stood there for a couple of minutes waiting for him to appear out of nowhere, but the most you could find was one of his mates running past you in his underwear.

"Hey! Do you know where James Barton is?" you exclaimed trying to find an answer.

"In the common room!" he shouted without turning to look at you.

Looking like a complete idiot for not having considered that fact you walked back through the hallway in embarrassment in the direction of the common room, from where laughter, shouting and anything else that involved a group of boys with beer bottles around them was emanating. When you appeared through the door frame there was little time for your presence to be noticed.

"What have we got here?!"

"Oh my god, is this my birthday present?"

"Shut your mouths you idiots!" James stood up from his seat and walked towards you, with a subtle wobble in his body and his eyes completely rolled back in his head. "Is it time already?"

"It's actually been forty minutes," your arms were still crossed preventing his body from approaching yours. You could smell the stench of beer all over him, even his shirt was stained with a few drops.

"All right, all right," he said abandoning the bottle on a bookshelf. "Let's go."

Unable to hold on, and under the watchful eyes and laughter of his companions he offered you his arm, but lost his balance and fell to the ground, right at your feet. You took a deep breath and began to let it out very slowly, but you barely flinched, you couldn't believe what was happening to you at that moment. James tried to get up as best he could and stood back up in front of you, pulling his shirt back on.

"Come on," he made a second attempt.

"No, no James," you said in the most serious tone you could rescue from your broken insides. "I'm not going anywhere with you. But you know what, I bought a dress, shaved my legs, and put makeup on. I refuse to be stood up. So I'm going to take advantage of the reserve we have." You uncrossed your arms for the first time and pointed your finger at him. "Ah! And in case you haven't made it clear, it's over between us."

The cheers went up like you'd just scored a touchdown in the middle of the national finals, but you just kept your composure and got out of the place as quickly as possible. You were so pissed off about the situation, as well as yourself, that you felt the sting running through your veins. You asked yourself over and over again how you had been so stupid as to get into this situation, you, but you couldn't find a coherent answer. You assumed that smoke must be billowing from your head as you cut your way through the labyrinthine corridors to get out of the building as quickly as possible, but just around the corner the one person who could complicate things appeared.

"Hey!" he exclaimed behind you, picking up his pace and coming up beside you. "I was thinking, why go to dinner alone when you can have good company?"

You turned your head to the right, flashing him the most incoherently terrified look you could extract from yourself at the moment, but Tony didn't seem to care enough because even that didn't stop his grin from being wiped off his face.

"Are you kidding me?" your footsteps were rather light. "Oh, of course not! Do you really think I'll accept you coming to dinner with me?"

"Do you have someone better to go with?" his arrogance was pushing you over the edge.

"Of course! Me, alone," you said walking down the steps of the dorm and stepping outside.

"Really, by yourself on the most romantic night of the year, in a small Bistro in downtown Boston?" he said without breaking away from you. "That sounds really sad," he paused. "Do you have a car?"

"Welcome to the world, I don't need a man to go out to dinner whenever I feel like it and there are taxis," you walked as if you were going to miss the train of your life.

"Alright!" Tony definitely seemed to give up and fall in behind you, "See ya!"

You were so upset at the time that the only thing on your mind was to head for the campus taxi rank, and so you did. You were lucky that there were a couple of taxis waiting, so it didn't take you more than fifteen minutes to get to the door of the Bistro, located in the centre of Boston. The place was really charming to anyone's eyes, its round tables were perfectly placed to offer a cosy dinner to any of its diners. The candles offered that romantic air that anyone could want on that night of the year, and the aroma of traditional dishes was wafting from inside, whetting anyone's appetite.

You looked outside through the glass windows to see the couples who seemed to be enjoying a really lovely evening, it was at that moment that your spirited idea seemed to wane, for now it didn't seem to make much sense to go inside and dine completely alone under the watchful eyes of the waiters who wondered what had happened to put you in such a situation. The metre who stood at the door waiting to receive his customers watched you, for you were only a few feet away from him.

"Do you wish to wait inside, miss?" he asked with a pleasant smile.

"No, I..." you shook your head as if to leave.

"I'm here baby," a hand took hold of your waist. "Sorry it took me so long, it's impossible to park in this area."

As you heard that voice and felt that hand on your waist you knew immediately who it was, caramel coloured eyes accompanied by a wide smile were looking at you right next to you, you were about to give him a push if it wasn't for the fact that that metre opened the access door to the place and the last thing you wanted was to make a scene in the middle of the street.

"Did you have a reservation?" asked the waiter, checking the list.

"Yes, under the name of James Barton," said Tony, barely letting you speak.

"By all means, follow me," he began walking among the diners arriving at a small round table just outside the window, where he didn't take a second to light the candle that adorned the table. "Will you have something to drink in the meantime?"

"Yes, what wine do you recommend?" his way of waving his hand embarrassed you, he seemed to want to pretend to be knowledgeable.

"Oh, we have a Château Montrose, which goes perfectly with the meat tastings," he informed her.

"Perfect," nodded Tony, opening the menu.

As quickly as the waiter left, your attitude changed, expressing all your feelings with your face.

"Are you crazy?" you whispered, leaning towards him so that no one else could hear you. "Do you have any idea what that wine might be worth? But more importantly, what the hell are you doing? What are you doing here? What is this?"

"Oh come on, you know if I hadn't come you'd be back in college right now, don't you?" he cocked his head to the side and smiled at you, "Besides, the wine and dinner is on me, just enjoy the night."

"Enjoy the night? With you? Really?" you frowned, it was unbelievable to you that this was happening, but at least he'd had the courtesy to ditch those rock band t-shirts he used to wear and that messy hair, he'd shown up in a white shirt and black peg trousers.

The wine soon arrived and you'd be lying if you said it didn't help the dinner go more smoothly, allowing you to chat like two normal people. You found it hard to let go of that stubborn attitude you have inside you, but when you managed to put it aside you came to discover that Tony could be a lot of fun, even if he didn't share your sense of humour. You spent two hours discovering similarities in each other and also many differences, but it was a fruitful conversation, for the candle that lit the centre of your table was gone. You surprised yourself by observing more than once the features of his face, his honey-coloured hazel eyes, his upturned nose, his full lips and the way he smiled that seemed to bring out your colours every time he did it. But you blamed it all on the bottle of wine you had finished between the two of you.

When they brought the bill he barely allowed you to look at it, as he deposited his american express and smiled proudly at you.

"How about now...?"

"Shall we go back to campus?" you cut him off by stepping outside with a smile you couldn't keep off your face and pink cheeks.

"Well, actually, I was thinking..."

"I'm exhausted," you cut him off again, draping your jacket over your shoulders. "Besides, we have a class first thing in the morning."

" Okay!" he exclaimed in a melodious tone shoving his hands into his pockets. "Then we'll go back to campus."

In three minutes you found yourself sitting inside a red Porsche, which was going at a speed well above what you were used to. From the speakers came the sound of the Australian rock band AC/DC, but without knowing why Tony stopped the music.

"What's wrong?" you asked looking at him quizzically.

"I thought you didn't like it," he shrugged. "You were very quiet."

"First of all, I was listening, I like it," you began, "and secondly, in case I didn't like it you don't have to indulge me, this isn't a date, or anything like that."

"All right," he gave a half-smile and turned the music back on. "So this isn't a date..."

You smiled quizzically at his last words, trying to assume that it had been the alcohol that had given you that little smile and not your subconscious that seemed rather pleased by the last two hours you had spent together. During the drive you couldn't help but laugh when you discovered his imitations of Angus Young, the lead guitarist of the band you were listening to. But the situation changed when the Porsche pulled up right in front of your dorm, but before you had even taken off your seatbelt your door was open and Tony's hand was waiting to help you out.

"Thank you..." you whispered a little reluctantly. "Oh, you don't need to come with me, I think it's rather late, so I'd better..."

" Okay," he nodded smiling, again that wry smile that you knew was going to cause you to either want to come along or not.

"Alright," you said giving up and walking towards the inside of the building. "Don't even think about making a sound."

"Please, I'm all grave," he said behind you as you walked up the stairs, but he didn't keep his word as a stumble caused the sound to bounce all over the stairwell.

"Tony..." you reproached him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he raised his hands in his defence.

Within a minute you had reached the door leading to your room and the awkward moment of saying goodbye was upon you, face to face.

"Okay, well... I guess thank you very much for... dinner and for walking me to the door," you nodded without knowing why in a slightly nervous tone.

"It's been my pleasure," he bowed, his voice sounding utterly confident, the opposite of yours.

"Great... so, I'll see you in class tomorrow," you rummaged through your bag to find your room key and when you had it in your hand and looked back up at him you discovered Tony's gesture biting his bottom lip, so your mouth let out, "or maybe..."

Why the hell had you blurted out those three words, 'Or maybe...' 'Or maybe what?' Your unconscious was working and coming alive in you, your inner self was saying that you didn't want to part with him so soon and that you couldn't wait for him to come into the room with you.

"Or maybe?" a half-smile came to life on his face, showing you part of his tongue running subtly across his upper lip that made your heart race. But finding that you didn't know what to say in that instant, he added, "Are you inviting me in?"

"I..." you looked a little hesitant, but found the courage to face the situation, "Only if... you feel like it."

There was a few moments of silence in which your wives seemed to be electrified.

"All right, but first I think you should know something," he added, breaking the moment of sexual tension that had built up. "The James rumours are true. I caught him and Nancy in our bedroom," he paused and tucked back a strand of hair that had come loose. "I should have told you before."

Why did you feel as if you knew deep down that this event was true? Maybe because it only took you three months of being with James to find out what he was really like, a total prick. But the funny thing is that when you took in those words, the sexual tension returned, making you forget everything he'd told you.

"Okay," you nodded with a blank stare, "So does that mean you don't want to come in?"

Again he made that arrogant smile present again that even as he brought his face close to yours to catch your lips did not disappear. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, crushing your body against the wooden door, preventing you from escaping from that place if you were planning to do so. It was really infuriating, to have his lips between yours and still feel the need to have him closer. You were so lost that the key slipped from your fingers, catching Tony's attention and he opted to pull away from you and bend down for it, you hated those seconds, but instantly you discovered his hands roaming the nakedness of your legs along with his lips rediscovering that new area.

"Come on Tony," you begged, resting your hand on the doorknob so as not to give in to his touch as it slowly crept up your thighs. "Open the door."

With a small nibble on the inside of your left thigh he pulled himself back up to your height to force your lips together as he tried his best to open the door as best he could in the dark. You felt the door offer you passage into a room dimly lit by the moonlight coming through the window. Tony closed the door behind you regardless of the noise he made in doing so.

" Damn it, Tony," you said, pulling away from him.

He took the opportunity to pull your dress up to your waist and wrap your legs around his waist to direct you towards your bed. The position is really intimate, but your head wasn't in the right place to dwell on it at the moment, there was practically nothing romantic about what was happening or what was going to happen in a few minutes. During the ride you opted to get rid of the black dress that seemed to be burning your skin by dropping it to the floor, revealing your naked body only covered by a pair of black panties.

"Shit. Cupid just shot me in the ass with an arrow!" he exclaimed finding his gaze at the level of your breasts.

Tony's body collapsed on the mattress, unable to take his eyes off your body, he maintained an upright, seated position, straddling him. Your gazes connected, in your eyes there was nothing but tension and lust, the passion of two young university students who needed to let off steam as soon as possible. However, inside you both hid a sense of nervousness that you kept from coming out.

Although you'd had sex with James before, you weren't exactly an expert on the subject, but something inside you was working, making it seem like you had no problem with it. In Tony's case you had heard things, but you didn't know how much of it was true or not. Still, Tony's kisses trailing his mouth down your neck were methodical, the way he brushed his tongue, bit into your neck and finished by pressing a soft kiss seemed to transport you to paradise, just as it did him, as you could see it in the hardness forming between your folds. A moan escaped your lips causing your hips to move gently to feel more firmly what was hidden in his trousers.

"Oh, god, do that again," Tony uttered against your ear in a completely gnawed tone of voice.

As if it was a command you were incapable of refusing, you did it again. His hands gripped your thighs firmly and his lips lingered on your breasts for the first time, brushing his lower lip over your right nipple, letting his intense breathing fan it. Your back arched bringing your breasts closer against his mouth, likewise your fingers found themselves stirring his hair. Tony simply played with his tongue against you offering equal attention to both breasts, making sure it was pleasurable, and he assumed he was succeeding thanks to the sounds coming from inside you.

Your hips kept making circular motions pressing against him trying to relieve the need that had built up in your core. Tony seemed to feel the same need so he parted his lips from your breasts and made a sudden movement grabbing your waist and trying to flip you over on the bed, trying because in the process he caused your head to hit the bedside table next to the mattress.

"Shit!" he exclaimed with a surprised look on his face, but your reaction generating a giggle in you, calmed him down expressing a smile. "I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay," you say finally taking the position he wanted, lying down on the bed and finding Tony's body on top of yours.

You feel his lips moving over your skin again as he undoes his shirt, uncovering every part of his back with your fingertips. Your whole body was being a mess, the path of his tongue was heading south, his fingertips formed circles around your navel and his mouth had a clear direction, you felt it when his fingers brushed the top of your panties. All you could do was keep your eyes closed with your head on the pillow, bite your lower lip to stop the curses coming from inside you and press your legs against each other.

"Open your legs," he whispered against your skin and then placed a kiss on your lower belly, making all your nerves want to explode. "I'll be gentle, promise."

You feel those words crash against your skin, and as if they were a switch they are able to make your legs open subtly giving way to the fabric of your underwear sliding down your thighs. Tony decides to take his time until he manages to extract them through your feet as he doesn't take his eyes off your completely naked body exposed before him. He slid his fingers around the inside of your legs to again run his lips up and down them so that his hands were free to free himself from your trousers.

"Do you have...?" he asked moving his kisses up your thighs.

"What...?" the word almost came as a plea from your lips.

"Condoms," he said against your skin.

Something in your brain clicked, bringing you back to consciousness in those moments, you lifted your head off the pillow and looked directly into Tony's eyes that were practically over your core in those moments.

"Are you telling me you don't have any condoms?" you asked with a frown, a little gruff at the situation you were in.

"Well, I wasn't really planning on ending the night like this," he lifted his face with a smile from between your thighs, but as he watched your head fall frustratingly against the pillow he added, "Okay honey, don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

As quickly as he uttered those words he managed to get your lower limbs onto his shoulders, meeting again between your thighs. That was the first time you discovered what lips on your clitoris felt like. Your frustration was fully replaced by pleasure, a pleasure that made every part of your body tremble. You really didn't know how you could have missed this for so long. Your hands were fixed on either side of your body gripping the sheet tightly, but there came a point when you couldn't let him pull away from you, so you curled your fingers in his hair. Right now you had Tony Stark kissing and licking your most intimate part and all you could think about was that his movements wouldn't stop.

"Please... Don't stop," you urged between moans, feeling two fingers thrust inside you at your words.

You find yourself in complete disbelief, you're a mess, and you can't help but open your eyes and look at the one causing the disaster, who just like you was a complete mess against your intimacy. That action, along with the speed of his movements inside you and his moans against you, causes all your senses to connect and decide that the time has come to explode. You drop your head back down onto the pillow, arching your back in an attempt to establish a closer connection with him. You're exhaling, screaming his name between your moans without thinking about who might hear you. He continues to consume you, sucking you in as he brings you to full orgasm. Your limbs slowly manage to steady their movements, until the euphoria inside you ends with a soft moan.

Tony subtly withdraws his fingers from inside you as he leaves his wet kisses around your thighs, searching for your gaze amidst the mess of sheets that existed around you at that moment. He finds himself climbing up your body, kissing every part of it gently until he reaches your face where he catches your lower lip between his teeth.

"I told you, I'll take care of everything," he added with a half-smile. "And I think I've managed to exceed expectations."

"It's possible," you kissed him again finding your breathing much calmer. "That means it's my turn now."

With more skill than he did, you were able to get his body underneath yours in an instant, causing his tongue to come out and lick his upper lip. It was obvious that he was tremendously proud of the job he had just done, thanks to how well you had let him know with your facial and guttural expressions. But now it was your moment, discovering that your needs had not yet been fully satisfied and that you had a burning need inside you to feel him in you. Your kisses moved from his lips to his neck, taking on the taste of his perfume. You exerted just enough pressure with your teeth to profess from his throat his sweet gasps that were filling you with madness.

The path of your kisses was present on his chest, which rose and fell because of his accelerated breathing. He was soft, sweat was present on him from the previous exertion, but you hardly thought that fact mattered to you. Your tongue had reached his lower abdomen with great skill, the evidence of which was that Tony had chosen to lose eye contact with your actions and now looked a complete mess biting his knuckles. If it had been any other time you would have enjoyed the scene in front of your eyes causing him to beg, but he had been so good to you and you were so eager to kiss what was hidden by his briefs that you wasted little time in sliding the fabric down his thighs and releasing his erection.

You had been in that situation only once before in your life, so you opted for a marked subtlety in bringing your lips to his tip and licking it clean of his pre-cum. Luckily for you the noises coming from Tony were a map for your movements. you just start by testing the ground, tasting it, feeling it deep in your throat.

"Don't stop, whatever you do. I like that, a lot," his hand wrapped through the strands of your hair as his gaze focused on you.

Those words ignite your movements, you circle his shaft with one hand, accompanying the movements, you find that it intensifies his panting and generates a slight movement in his hips that causes him to thrust his erection deeper against your throat. You bring your free hand to his hips instilling a show of confidence and acceptance of his thrusts, which causes Tony to increase his speed.

"Shit, I'm so close, keep going -," his frantic tone could barely finish the sentence.

You felt the hand disappear from your head allowing you to withdraw right then and there, but his desperation was also shared by you, and just as you had orgasmed against his lips as you couldn't hold him inside you wanted to feel him as much as possible. Throbbing moments later inside your throat, accompanied by curses accompanied by your name coming from inside Tony. His hand returned to its proper place, dropping subtly to your head, enticing you to follow his movements.

Your lewd movements stopped over time as you noticed his limbs returning to their normal function and his breathing resumed its normal rhythm. You withdrew, offering her a soft kiss on the tip, and connected your gaze with hers, which strangely seemed a little embarrassed.

"I hope the walls are thick," you commented with an arched eyebrow.

He merely took in your smiling face and intertwined his fingers with yours to bring you closer to his height. He placed your bodies sideways, intertwining your legs, and with his fingertips he wiped the droplets of saliva from around your lips.

"So... would you say I've exceeded expectations too?" you asked, caressing his bare arms.

"I don't know," he said hesitantly. "I need more than one round to find out."

His half-smile lifted again, in no doubt that that had been the best sexual experience he'd had to date, because not all rumours are true.

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urmomsstuntdouble · 4 years ago

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89 for the writing promp game? 👀👀 whichever characters u feel like it fits

oof this took a while. wasn’t sure who to write it about, and i didnt use those exact words, but. yeah. here it is!

(3rd person pov, lithuania x romano)

Nobody enjoyed world meetings. It was a known fact, and one regular humans would probably assume without knowing what transpired at such meetings- Which wasn’t much, in all honesty. And while they weren’t fun, they weren’t always bad. Sometimes they’d be in a nice city, and flights would line up with those of friends, and so forth- Today was not one of those days.

Tolvydas had stumbled off their train at three o’clock in the morning, and into their hotel bed two hours later. Their body now ran on two hours of sleep, and the conditions of the meeting didn't do much to help them stay awake. Jackets and ties were folded over the backs of several chairs, and some of the other nations held small wooden fans in death grips. Some were slumped over, and others stayed at attention. Of the other Baltic states, Estonia had removed his glasses and Latvia was clearly more focussed on his smartphone than the presentation. Tolvydas couldn’t blame them. The heat of the room seemed a cage, pressing in on them and making sweat drip down their back.

Why did the meeting have to be in Southern Europe? Tolvydas could handle the heat, but being trapped inside for an entire day- On which nothing tainted the pure azure of the sky- was a lot. A glance around told them they weren’t alone, as nearly every forehead shone with sweat. Every now and then, Tolvydas’ head touched their chest and they jerked back to attention. Their efforts were futile, though, and they’d yet to catch a single word of Paraguay’s speech.

Someone tapped their shoulder- Feliks, sitting at their left. Tolvydas looked down at them, where they’d rested their head on crossed arms.

“So bored,” they mouthed, and Tolvydas nodded. They shifted their notepad into Feliks’ line of sight and gouged the word TIRED into the paper. Feliks nodded with pink cheeks and drooping eyelids, and swiped the pen away from Tolvydas. Wish there was air conditioning. LORENZO DOESN’T BELIEVE IN AIR CONDITIONING.

Feliks giggled at that, attracting the glares of some nearby nations. Pink cheeks turned red, and they sank down a bit in their seat, folding their arms. Tolvydas sighed, and rested their head in their hands. Would it be a good idea to tape their eyes open? No, and they didn’t have any tape…shame. Tolvydas tilted their head around, looking for the host nation. Lorenzo. Romano, or Italy- They hardly ever spoke of things related to their nationhood. In fact, they only spoke as a result of social happenstance, that being Feliciano’s friendship with Feliks, and the Italy brothers shared a car, and that Tolvydas had spent much of the 90s on Feliks’ couch. A coincidence Tolvydas was fond of, actually. It was rare that nations befriended each other purely for social reasons. Even Feliks came into their life for the sake of politics.

Tolvydas looked around the room yet again, this time searching for Lorenzo. Would he be drowning in sweat too, they wondered? The answer seemed to be yes, and they bit back a smile upon seeing him. He sat hunched over the desk, with his suit jacket resting on the back of his chair. Dark circles lined both his armpits and eyes. As if cued by their staring, Lorenzo opened his water bottle and took four hearty gulps, then returned it, empty, to the desk. Tolvydas blinked, and wiped some sweat from their forehead. When they returned to their hotel room, they would get rid of all these clothes and lay on the bed with the windows open until they fell asleep.

They shuffled their papers about, searching for the weekend’s itinerary. They gave their speech the day before, but about a hundred nations still had to take their turns…According to the schedule, today’s last presenter would be Qatar. So the meeting would be over by…seven, maybe? Tolvydas pushed some air through their lips and picked at a loose thread in their shirt sleeve.

It wasn’t until about seven thirty that Qatar gave her presentation, and closing the meeting took another half hour. Once that was done, the nations milled about and spoke, as per their custom. Rare was it that they were allowed to be people- Tolvydas would never understand how people could say they ‘didn’t pay attention to politics.’ Paying attention to politics was all they could ever do. Then again, they were Lithuania, not a person.

Fortunately, many of the nations elected to move outside after the meeting ended. They fit right in with the students, bustling around the university campus. Nations fragmented here, splitting off with friends or returning to their hotels. Most importantly, though, they were stopped by people asking to take selfies. Tolvydas smiled and laughed when required, and let themself be dragged around with the other EU members.

“Where are we going?” Asked Feliks at their side, and they nodded, glancing around. Tolvydas wasn’t sure they recognized this city- They’d been to so many, it was hard to remember, and European cities started to look the same after a while.

“Not sure,” said somebody- Hungary. “I think Vene said something about a bar? I wasn’t really paying attention.” She snorted like it was punctuation, and Feliks laughed.

“Oh, Erzsi! Hey, I didn’t see you there!” Feliks launched himself at her, and was lucky that she reacted fast enough to catch him.

“Hi, Erzsebet,” Tolvydas said, suppressing a laugh.

“Hey, losers,” She said, arms clenched around Feliks’ waist. “Glad to see you here, that meeting was stuffy as hell.”

“Ugh, I know, right?” Feliks said. They righted themself, walking independent of Erzsebet again. “I was practically dying of the heatstroke.”

“I don’t think you can get heatstroke if you’re not in the sun,” Tolvydas said.

“You can,” a voice chimed in- Spain. “Trust me, summers are brutal at my place. Hey, can I ask you a question, Lithuania?” Tolvydas glanced over their shoulder, as if there was some other Lithuania he could be talking to.

“Uh, yes,” They said.

“Do you have nude beaches in your country?” Tolvydas choked on their own spit, and let out a strangled chuckle.

“Y-Yes,” They laughed, “Sorry, I didn’t expect you to ask something like that-”

“I was thinking about all the ways I’ve gotten heat stroke before,” Spain told them, holding his hands in front of his chest like a T-Rex.

“And one was at a nude beach?”

“Well, yes…” He narrowed his eyes. “More than one, actually. I don’t like nude beaches, Lithuania, because if you’re not careful you can get sunburned…I mean, you can on a regular beach, but it’s so awkward to be, like, in front of your people and putting sunscreen on your entire body, you know? And I’m a country, so it’s a lot of attention, and all that…You know?”

“Well,” Tolvydas said, “Not really, because I don’t get a lot of sun, but yeah, sort of.” They bit their lip- Since they’d been talking to Spain, they had totally lost track of where they were in the city. The university was out of sight, and Feliks was now absorbed into a conversation with Hungary and the other EU Slavs.

“Hm. You are pretty pale.” Tolvydas tucked some hair behind their ear.

“Yeah,” They said, not sure what else to say.

“Yeah,” Spain murmured, eyes darting about the street. “Where are you taking us, Feli?”

“What?!” Asked Italy. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, causing Finland to crash into him. “Oh, crap! I’m sorry, Finland.” Finland gave him a smile and assured him it was no problem.

“I said, where are you taking us?” Spain shouted, “I don’t recognize this street.”

“Umm, I actually forget?” Italy laughed, “My brother has a bar he likes that’s near here, but I don’t like it so I don’t remember what it’s called? And he’s busy now, so- Yeah. Oh, hi Lithuania! I didn't see you there, how’re you doing today?” Tolvydas started, eyes widening.

“Hi,” They said, “I’m tired, but it’s alright. You have a lovely home.”

“Thanks,” Italy said, “Though it’s really my brother’s, I…I don’t really like it that much down here, to be honest. Don’t tell him I said that. But it is nice to visit!”

“Excuse you, it’s lovely here!” Spain said, “I’m telling on you, Feli.”

“Don't!” Italy shrieked, “Please?” He turned to Spain with wide eyes. Even Tolvydas would have to oblige, and they had plenty of experience saying no to cute people. Well. Cute dogs. And Raivis. And Feliks, and Russia. Maybe they did have experience saying no to cute people after all.

“I’m only joking,” Spain said, “Besides, Lithuania here agrees with me, don’t you?”

“Uh,” Tolvydas said, “I do, yes. It’s- It’s a very nice climate you have here. And I like this street- Very, uh, very nice cobblestones.” Italy snorted, his hair falling into his eyes.

“Thanks, I’m glad you like them,” He said, though they weren’t his. Tolvydas hummed, and took a moment to really look at the street they were on. Buildings kept the sun from reaching them, but not the warmth. Storefronts beckoned here and there, with parked motorcycles at intersections and window boxes at second floor windows. Every so often they passed some graffiti, though most of it was nonsensical to Tolvydas. Not once did they see a street sign. If it weren’t for Lorenzo’s lead, Tolvydas would be completely lost.

Finally, the group made it to the bar. It was a nice, quiet place- Tolvydas felt bad for the staff. They hoped nobody would get kicked out, though it was unlikely. Who was a nation, really, if they’d never been asked to leave a bar before?

Tolvydas wound up sitting beside Spain, with Lorenzo on their other side. Neither spoke to them- Spain was discussing the art of bartending with Italy, and Lorenzo preferred glaring into his cocktail. Tolvydas wondered if they should talk to him- They’d only spoken a brief hello today, after all, and that was a formality. But he seemed annoyed, with his furrowed brow and crossed arms…And now he was looking at them.

“Why are you looking at me?” Tolvydas sat a little straighter.

“Um. I, uh, I was wondering if it would be okay for me to talk to you,” They said, mouth dry. Lorenzo bit the corner of his lip, eyebrows raised.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, you looked, like, a bit irritated,” Tolvydas said, “S-Sorry.”

“You’re right, I am,” Lorenzo said, “Fuckin’ hate hosting world meetings. There’s so many people who are just in my space, you know? And I didn’t even realize there were so many people following me when we were on the way here.” He lifted his cocktail. Black salt rimmed the glass, and Lorenzo licked some away. “Was talking to Belgium, got distracted. But she left to go back to her hotel, so. Anyway.” He hung his head between his shoulders. “That’s a bit much, I know.”

“No,” Tolvydas said, “World meetings suck, whether you’re hosting or not…I don’t hate it but also there’s that invasion-y feeling.”

“Invasion-y feeling, yeah,” Lorenzo murmured, and licked more salt from the rim of his glass. “‘M tired.”

“Me too,” Tolvydas said. “I need to bring hair ties tomorrow.”

“That sounds useful,” Lorenzo mumbled. He took a slow drink of his cocktail, wincing at the end. “You don’t have anything to drink.” Tolvydas glanced down at the bar in front of them, and no, they didn’t. Huh, they hadn’t noticed.

“I don't,” They said, and glanced over at the bartender. A young man with veiny forearms, chatting as he shook up a new drink. His hair was greased back into a pseudo helmet.

“Giulio!” Lorenzo shouted, catching his attention. Giulio paused in his drink-making and glanced back, then nodded and went on with his business. “He’ll get you in a second.”

“Thanks,” Tolvydas murmured, “I could’ve waited.”

“Yeah, but you’re talking to me right now,” Lorenzo said. He sipped his drink again. “And I don’t want to talk to you when I’m drinking and you’re not. Then it’s not equal.”

“Fair enough,” Tolvydas said, “I can just shut up if you want me to-”

“No, we’re talking now,” Lorenzo said, “I want to talk. And it’s my country, so…yeah.” He took a drink.

“I think it’s nice here,” Tolvydas said, “Very warm.” Lorenzo hummed, then glanced up- Giulio stood at the ready, finished with his previous drink. He exchanged some words with Lorenzo, who turned to Tolvydas after a moment.

“What do you want?”

“Um- Could I please have a krambambula?” Lorenzo relayed the message, and Giulio was up to drink-mixing.

“What’s a krambambula?” Lorenzo mused, peering over the bar.

“Wine and vodka,” Tolvydas responded, “Belarus’ favorite.” Lorenzo hummed.

“Didn’t you used to be married to her or something?” Tolvydas bowed their head, letting hair fall in front of their eyes. “So you did, huh?”

“Y-Yes,” Tolvydas stammered, “Briefly, a hundred years ago-”

“She good in bed?”

“What?” Their cheeks grew warm, too warm for it to simply be the heat. “No- I mean- I don’t know, see-”

“Hey, calm down, I’m just making conversation.” Lorenzo waved a hand, “It’s none of my business, I know.”

“We, um. Never slept together,” Tolvydas said, “She doesn’t like me very much, actually.”

“Oh. That’s a shame,” Lorenzo said, and Tolvydas nodded, though they weren't sure what the shame actually was. A shame they never slept together? Maybe- Since she didn’t reciprocate their feelings, it was hard to really fantasize. They could daydream about kissing her all they wanted, but they’d still know that acting on it would be assault. So their feelings were in the process of fading away. A shame she didn’t like them very much? Eh, they would get over it. Eventually, maybe. They had time.

Giulio returned with their drink.

“Can I have a taste?” Lorenzo asked, “Never tried that before.”

“Of course,” Tolvydas said, and handed him the glass. He took a sip, and struggled to keep his face from contorting in disgust. “You don't like vodka?” Tolvydas asked, taking a swig.

“Shit’s nasty,” Lorenzo said, “Tastes like sadness. And like, we’ve all got issues or whatever, but mine aren’t so bad I need to drink vodka.” Tolvydas snorted.

“Okay. Lightweight.”

“Lightweight?!”

“Yeah, vodka’s like 95% alcohol volume.”

“Psh, whatever.” Lorenzo scoffed, and Tolvydas giggled at the sheer nonsense of it. “Why are you laughing at me?” He asked, leaning forward in his chair.

“Psh, whatever?” They repeated, “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It does so,” He said, “You’re too small-brained to get it.” That stung a bit, but Tolvydas didn't mind. They understood it was a joke, though they didn’t appreciate it any more for understanding.

“Whatever,” They said, looking away. Their eyes naturally picked Feliks out of the group- He sat on the bar, legs crossed, with a glass of wine held in both hands. He’d unbuttoned his shirt to the third button. Tolvydas shook their head- It wouldn’t be very long before they were completely drunk.

“I hope Feliks doesn’t overdo it,” They thought.

“Probably will. They look like they’d be wasted after two glasses of wine,” Lorenzo commented. Tolvydas jolted- They hadn't realized they were speaking aloud.

“They’re- Yeah,” Tolvydas said, “They like parties, always have, but they get drunk too fast to enjoy it.”

“Maybe that’s why they like parties so much. ‘Cause they don’t remember what one’s like, from all the drinking,” Lorenzo said, “Toni’s like that, sort of.” Tolvydas hummed, and swirled their drink around in the glass.

“I don’t think such heavy drinking is a sign that one likes parties,” They murmured, “After all, if you like doing something, wouldn’t you want to experience as much of it as you can?” Lorenzo scoffed, and they turned their head to look at him. His arm was thrown around the back of his chair, with his chest out and facing them. Sweat still clung to his forehead- It was less oppressively hot in this bar than the meeting room, but only just.

“Part of the allure of drinking is that it can make you forget about things,” He said, “Happy people don’t develop alcohol issues. And, you know, for people like us, it’s different, seeing as how we can’t fucking die.” Tolvydas shrugged in response. They shifted in their seat, feeling the cheap leather through their pants, and took another sip of their drink. Lorenzo was correct in that one liked to drink to forget. For people like them, there were virtually no downsides, save whatever you did while you were drinking. Once, Tolvydas had set a cow on fire and didn’t find out until the next morning when, in the clutches of a hangover, they were arrested.

“I guess,” They said. Then, mind caught on the cow-arson, “What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done while drunk?” Lorenzo sucked air in through his teeth.

“Done too much stupid shit to tell you off the top of my head,” He admitted, “But, uh, this one time, I drank up a town’s entire supply of wine. Bad move. Had to regrow my kidney.” Tolvydas winced, a bit less inclined to finish their drink.

“That sounds painful.”

“Yeah,” Lorenzo said, “Much like hosting the fucking world meetings.” Hosting the world meetings was terrible- It was a constant headache to have so many other nations around you, especially if it was in your capital city. Tolvydas had never had maggots in a wound before, but they imagined that was what it felt like.

“Oh, I know,” They said. It was a good thing they all shared the burden of hosting the meetings. Locations cycled through nations, such that Lithuania wouldn’t be the host country for another ten years- They’d still have to do smaller meetings, of course, like the EU and UN and such, but at least it wasn’t a world meeting. Over two hundred nations in the same city could make even the humans feel a bit off.

“I’d be better if all you people hadn’t- hadn’t fucking followed me here. I mean- I didn’t want my idiot brother to invite the entire goddamn continent.”

“I’m sorry,” Tolvydas said, “I was just going with everyone else-”

“I don’t- You know, actually, I need to continue this conversation outside,” Lorenzo said, and stood up. He said a few words to Giulio and turned around, making for the door. Tolvydas’ skin pricked- What had they done wrong? It was just a simple conversation- But of course they’d manage to screw it up. They remained on the edge of their seat, with their eyes fixed on Lorenzo, as he walked out of the bar. As he got to the door, they stood. Should they apologise? Or- Or did Lorenzo want to fight them now? They pushed away the idea, knowing it was all probably fine.

Tolvydas pulled out their wallet, and left a few euros beside their drink. They followed Lorenzo outside, stumbling when they left the bar. The moon had risen while they were in the bar. He stood in the middle of the sidewalk, bathed in silver light save the faint glow of a lit cigarette. Tolvydas swallowed. While it was dark outside, the heat from the day had yet to evaporate. Tolvydas speculated that if they were to touch Lorenzo’s skin, he’d be as warm as if he were sunbathing. Right, Lorenzo- They were not here to stare at him.

“Are you okay?” Lorenzo jumped, turning around with wide eyes. His shoulders sagged when he saw them.

“Yeah,” He mumbled, “Just fuckin’ tired. Want to go home.”

“Oh,” Tolydas said, “Sorry then, I’ll- I’ll fuck off now.” They turned away, poised to return to the bar.

“No,” Lorenzo said, then bit his lips. “I mean-” He put his cigarette between his lips and took a long drag. He looked hollow for a moment before he turned his head and blew a ring with the smoke. “You smoke?”

“Uh, no, not really…not anymore.”

Lorenzo hummed. “Shame. I could teach you how to blow rings, if you did.”

“You still can,” Tolvydas said, voice paper-thin, “If you want. And if I could borrow a cigarette. World meetings are hard on the rest of us too.” Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, and pulled a pack of cigarettes out from his back pocket.

“Ah, but you’re not the host, Lithuania. And you represent your entire country.”

“You can call me Tolvydas,” They said, “I mean, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“I just offered to teach you how to blow smoke rings. I don’t do that with everyone you know,” Lorenzo said, “Maybe I’m still fucked up from the meeting…But okay, sure. Tolvydas.”

“Thanks,” They muttered, “Also yeah, sorry about your. Brother.” Lorenzo shrugged, and took another drag.

“I don't want to think about him right now…No, I want to go home…” He bit his lip, and swayed from side to side. Was he alright? Tolvydas ran through a list of all the little things they knew to do if a nation was sick. Lorenzo coughed, and they twitched, hands reaching out for him. Instead of falling or even stumbling, Lorenzo put his cigarette to his lips another time. His cheeks shone in the orange glow. When he was done, he ground the butt under his heel. Three smoke rings floated away from his mouth.

“I’m gonna go get drunk at home now…You can come if you want.” He turned on his heel, reducing the cigarette butt into a stain of ash. He had a nice gait, Tolvydas thought. A medium sized stride, and they couldn't help but notice the sway of his hips…

Several short and fast steps later, Tolvydas was by his side.

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Pairing: phan

Genre: smut

Summary: after what happened on Phil's house, he asks Dan to talk. One thing leads to another and he discovers Dan's neck is quite sensible

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Promp request: If your open to promts, I would really love it if you did one about the first time phil discovered dan's neck thing. I've seen it done before but I just really love your writing! Thank you!!

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words!! Sorry this took so long to write, I hope you enjoy!

part 1 here (read it before if you want some context)

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It's been a week since "the incident", as Dan calls it, the regret of it happening made an appearance about two days later when he had to take his chemistry exam and his mom told him not to worry and that the study-time with Phil would show up. With flushed cheeks Dan managed to get the best grade on his class, but also a semi erection.

Thank you, Lester.

On wednesday Louise, his best friend, mentioned how Phil hasn't been around much, meaning he didn't make insinuations towards Dan all week. Dan fakes a smile, not knowing how to respond to that and shocking himself at not being gratful for not having Phil and his inapropied comments around.

Is friday now and Phil is sitting in the table in front of Dan in the cafeteria. Well, Phil, his best friend PJ and a girl Dan has seen in a few clases but never learned her name. He is not rude, he just has a bad memory. The fact that she is sitting next to Phil has nothing to do about it, he swears.

Dan shakes his head and looks back at his food, Louise is busy taking her English exam and since they don't share that class, Dan is left to have lunch by himself. He looks up again at the same time the girl takes Phil's hand and pulls it into her lap. Phil goes with it, caressing her leg a little, just like last Saturday he did to Dan.

Stop. Dan tells himself, not wanting to go down that memory lane again and let alone in that moment.

When he focus his view one more time, he is meet with a pair of blue eyes looking back at him. Phil winks at him and Dan almost chokes on the fries he is eating. Obviously this doesn't go unnoticed by Phil, who smirks at him.

"Are you okay?" Phil mouths.

Dan rolls his eyes, turning away. But the older doesn't take that as an answer and walks towards Dan's table.

"Are you okay, Danny?"

"What do you care," Dan answers with an agressive tone than even surprises him.

"I do. Why are you so angry, though?"

Dan looks at Phil as he sits down, a look on his face that says "what are you doing?" but no words leave his mouth.

"Dan?"

"I'm not"

"You clearly are upsed" Phil points out. Is not like Dan's responses are the nicest towards him anyway, but he can tell something is up.

"Now you know me?"

"Is because of last week?" Dan looks at him with a mix of shock and shyness on his face. And that's enough for an answer. "Dan-"

"Don't" he cuts Phil off. But blue eyes look and him sternly.

"We have to talk. After school, I'll take you home."

Phil doesn't wait for an answer and Dan doesn't bother on even thinking on one. He knows Phil will wait for him either way and even if Dan tries to avoid him, they are neighbours so that wouldn't last long.

...

Just as expected, Phil is waiting for him on his car right in front of the school, Dan climbs in after telling Louise is something his parents make him do, so she doesn't ask more questions.

"I thought you wanted to talk," Dan says after they ride in silence for a few minutes.

"You're so angry today"

"You already pointed that out."

"And I made a question you didn't answer." Phil's actitud changes to a serious one, making Dan more nervious about the conversation.

"Why would I be angry about that?"

"You are. What I want to know is why."

"I don't know" he answers because he honestly doesn't know what makes him angry. He wasn't angry after it happened, in fact he felt pretty good but he is not telling that to Phil. He wasn't angry when the exam bonner happened, he was embarrassed. He wasn't angry when Phil wasn't paying attention to him anymore, he was sad.

Wait.

"Oh..." Dan let's out in realization.

"What?"

"N-nothing."

"Dan." Phil turns to look at him, only to see Dan is fidgeting with his sweater's sleeves to then focus on the road again. "Listen, I'm not gonna force you to talk to me, but if I did something that made you mad you need to let me know so I can apologize."

There's silence in the car once again until Phil parks in front of Dan's house and the younger one doesn't get out.

"I've never done that." Dan says, and as he noticed Phil is confuse, adds. "I mean, I've make out before, but you know... Never... Not like... What we did."

"Oh" now is Phil's turns to realizes things. "Dan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure yo-"

But he still doesn't get it.

"No, no." Dan cuts him off, again. "That's okay. You didn't pressure me into it... I enjoyed it..."

Phil can't help but smile a little at that confession.

"Don't get cocky" Dan demands when he sees him.

"Sorry. Why are you upset then?"

"You didn't..." he takes deep breath, "you stoped being around, you didn't say anything to me the whole week. And then," Dan stops himself not sure if he wants to keep telling Phil all about how he feels.

"And then?" Phil encouraged, he has turn around all he can in his seat to look at Dan properly.

"A-and then... In the cafeteria your hand was on her lap and I..."

"And you got jealous?" Phil is a bit surprise and chuckles, finding Dan adorable for acting all shy about it.

"Is not funny!"

"No, is cute"

"Phiiiiil!" Dan covers his face with his hands, feeling how warm it is from the embarrassment of the confessions he just made.

"Aw, baby. I'm sorry," Phil tries to moves his hands away. "Sorry for saying you are cute when you are the cutest"

Dan groans and uncovers his face to glare at Phil.

"Sorry for not talking to you, too." Phil continues, "I thought it was better to give you some space, I didn't know how you would react if I approached you,"

"And..." Dan urges him to go on.

"And I'm sorry I let Lenna put my hand on her lap."

Dan smiles at him, Phil words are genuine but his curiosity (and jealousy) gets the best of Dan and asks "why did you let her?"

"Because you were looking" Phil answers with a smirk and Dan kind of wants to punch him. But Phil is quicker than him and closes the space between them and in a matter of seconds their lips are barely touching.

"Wanted to see if you got jealous," he moves his mouth closer to Dan's ear, "Wanted to see your reaction so I'll know if you were interested in more"

"M-more?"

"Uh-uh" Phil kiss his neck softly, "In me. In us." he leaves another kiss, a bit more firm and it causes Dan to tremble. "Are you, baby?"

"We... We should go inside." Dan answers, finding the will power to move Phil away and open the car's door. Leaving Phil to chuckle victorously to himself.

Dan managed to open the door to his house and leads them into his room without Phil taking off his clothes until they are upstairs.

"This is my room" Dan says nervously, covering his shaky hands with his sweater sleeves once again.

"Is nice." Phil says, looking around in his way to sit on the bed. "C'mon here,"

Dan obeys and walks to stand in front of him. Phil holds his hands, "I know people think I'm an asshole and just fuck around but I'm not, Dan. I mean, yes, I've had sex with some people," this is not a surprise to the youngest and he appreciates Phil's honesty, "but if you don't want to do anything we don't have to. If you want to stop, you tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

Dan nods, looking at Phil's eyes to know he means it and then back to his hands that even when they are been hold by Phil, are still shaking.

Phil pulls him in, puts Dan's hands on his own shoulders and holds Dan by his waist until he gets the hint of what Phil is asking for. Dan straddles his neighbor and is pretty sure the guy can feels how his heart is beating so fast.

"Fuck, this is a nice view." Phil says, getting back Dan's attention. "You in my lap, all flushed. You look so damn good."

"P-phil..." the youngest wishpers

"Tell me what you want, baby boy"

"K-kiss me?"

They meet in the middle, Dan has to bend a little since in this position he is taller than Phil for once. The kiss is a bit messy at first, the tension of the whole week making its way into it but soon they find a rhythm, one that is soon follow by Phil's hips bucking up into Dan's ass.

"Hmmm" Dan moans against Phil lips at the actions.

"I missed those sounds" Phil breaks the kiss, letting Dan breath and his moans to not be muffle. If there is something he regrets about last week is the fact they have to keep quite and he couldn't hear them properly.

Phil takes a look at Dan's face, noticing how the pink on his face match the color of his sweater and how his lips open to let out a moan when Phil repeats the movement with his hips.

"So hot," Phil murmurs against his lips, kissing him firmly before kissing his jawn and making his way to Dan's neck, making him shiver when his lips touch a particular spot, the same way it happened in the car. Bringing one of his hands up, he tills Dan's head to the side, making room for himself, and testing a theory he kiss him there once again.

"Aaah" Dan moans particularly loud and his hips move against Phil's erection, causing the oldest to groan, his lips still on Dan's neck and causing pleasure once again.

"Oh god!" Dan is glad both his parents work until late and he has the house for himself all afternoon. He knew his neck was a sensible place for him, but didn't expected to have that reaction to Phil kissing him. Maybe is the contrast of Phil's soft, warm lips and the cold, hash feeling of the olderst' piercing against his neck at the same time. Or the movements that are just a reflection of how much experience he has compared to Dan.

Either way, it feels like nothing the has feel before.

One of his hands moves up to the back of the punk's head, but he doesn't know if he wants Phil to stop or continue, so for a second his fingers just play with the black hair. Phil takes all that as encouragement and sucks Dan's skin into his mouth, just hard enough to leave a mark, and gently so it stills feels good for the guy in his lap. Dan moans even harder in respond and tugs at Phil's hair.

Phil licks the spot after leting go, sutting the pain a bit and sending more shivers down Dan spine. "You're sensible there," he says all proud of himself. And keeps kissing to see if he can find another good spot.

Dan is overwhelmed, he is just sitting in Phil's lap moaning not even realising he is humping against Phil until the oldest holds him by the waist, stoping Dan's movements.

Dan groans, words are to much work for his horny brain and sounds are his only way of communication right now. Phil finds this funny aparently, he is chuckling against Dan's neck while he kisses and licks.

"I think you can cum just by this," he says refering to the actions with his lips, "you're so horny anyway, all I need to do is kiss here," he touch slightly with his thumb, "and suck here" this time he kisses, "and you could cum untouched. Should we try, baby?" he kiss again, Dan moans predictably and tries to move his hips unsuccessfully.

"Yes, yes. Please... I-I need t-"

Dan doesn't finished his sentence because Phil's lips are moving right after the first 'yes'. He sucks particularly hard, this time making sure it leaves a mark and Dan throws back his head screaming in pleasure as he hits his climax.

Phil holds him for a second, but can't help the movements of his own body as he sees the image in front of him. "F-fuck, Dan." he groans, doing his best to not just buck his hard on into Dan's ass right there and then.

Dan moans at the feeling, puching down into Phil. "You're hard" he says dumbly, still a bit out of breath.

"How can I not? You just came from a hickey sitting on my lap,"

"Ughh" Dan complains, embarrassed by what just happened, hidding his face against Phil's neck, who laughs lightly, only causing more friction against his own erection. He moans and Dan push down again.

"You wanna help me cum?"

"Uh-uh" Dan nods.

"Shit. You really are incredibly hot." he holds Dan by his hips once again, moving him in a rhythm Phil finds satisfying.

Dan holds against the leather jacket Phil is wearing while letting him have control of his body's movements as the older pleases for his own satisfaction. Groans leave the youngest throat as the movements become more rough, Phil stops moving Dan's hips and now is bucking into him while holding the chestnut in place. Is like he is fucking into him and that thought is just what Dan needs to let out another loud moan.

"You like that?" Phil asks satisfactorily, "You would love for me to fuck you, don't you? Oh god, I'll love to do it, baby." he rambles, himself moaning too at the thought of what that would feel like. The encounter of last week giving him a good idea of it, "I'll love for you to ride me," he admits, "Just like this but without clothes, nothing between us. Oh, that would be so fucking good. Tell me you wan it, babyboy."

"I-i want it." Dan answers as fast as he cans. And he knows he is not as experience as Phil in the matter, but seeing him so turn on gives Dan confidence to keep talking. "I want you to fuck me. Want to ride you. Want to feel your cock inside me, d-daddy."

Hearing Dan, the innocent soft boy, saying those things and calling him that is what helps him reach his orgasm.

"F-fuck," He bucks up particularly hard as he cums agains Dan's ass, imagining what it would actually feel to cum inside of him.

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the end

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Let me know if I should write part 3, I think I got and idea for it hehe

#phan #phan smut #phanfiction #top phil #punk phil #punk!phil #top!phil #bottom!dan #bottom dan #pastel dan #pastel!dan #phansmut #onlyphans #thats a suggested tag 😂

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