#and the no fuzzy blanket underneath me was so upsetting

[motheyes]

omg todays shift was a lot

[wndaswife]

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

tags: smut drabble, fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of face slapping, slight cnc, praise, fluff, dom!mommy!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 1264

summary: Mommy's little girl is all pouty and sick, but she knows just how to take care of you. Mommy always knows.

You pulled your blankets over your head with a petulant huff, burying yourself under them. Although you were vexed by Wanda’s avoidance of you, you cuddled into her still as you were buried under the blankets.

‘Play with me, mommy!’ you had pleaded, jumping on top of her and burying your face against her stomach.

She responded hastily, ‘I’m on the phone. Be quiet.’

Wanda’s hand laid atop of your head through the blanket as she spoke to her coworker on the phone. You squirmed away from her contact. She took the last few days off from work to care for you when you got a cold. You understood somewhere within your stubborn little brain that mommy needed to have her call, but being sick always made you insatiable.

She spoke, her voice muffled as you were enveloped in mounds of blankets, “I’ve got to go, Agatha. Thank you. Goodnight.” She always sounded so formal with everyone else but you. It made you feel all fuzzy and special.

She set her phone face-down on the nightstand and leaned over you. Her arm wrapped around your blanket-wrapped body. It felt so good. Wanda squeezed you tightly and pressed kisses to where your head was underneath the soft layers. “My little baby,” she uttered. “Are you upset with mommy?”

Unintelligible noises that were meant to be words were mumbled out of you in response.

“Oh, you dumb thing,” Wanda cooed, “can’t even remember how to speak properly.” She lifted the blankets up and tucked her hands underneath them. Her hands found your sides, lifting you up so she could slip one arm under your body.

Mommy’s strong hands started groping your pretty tits and you whimpered, squirming away from her. Her fingers pushed into your breasts so her nails pierced through your shirt and against your soft skin to keep you from moving away. Your back slammed against her front, knocking your breath out of you briefly.

“Ah! Mommy, that hurts,” you whimpered, eyes screwing shut tightly.

“Don’t be a brat, Y/N,” Wanda warned and slapped your breast. “Don’t pretend you don’t like when mommy hurts you. Dirty girl.” She started pinching your nipples and you rubbed your ass against her hips. She slipped finally under the blankets with you.

Despite the way you continued to wiggle against her, tightening your arms in attempts to restrict her hands’ range, Wanda’s hold remained tight around your body. Mommy wasn’t necessarily a physically strong woman, although she’d been able to deliver many a proper slaps across a few faces- yours, namely- but you were such a weak little thing, so pathetic and helpless with her.

She only chuckled at your squirming. “Oh, baby. You’re so cute when you try denying me,” Wanda said. Her nose buried into your hair so she was able to inhale your scent. “But you know that mommy gets whatever she wants, right?”

The tip of her tongue flicked up and down the back of your neck teasingly. “No matter how hard my baby resists, mommy always gets to touch your body,” Wanda cooed. She rolled your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers painfully. “Tell me you understand.”

“I u-understand, mommy. I’m your obedient baby.”

“You’re so smart, princess.” Her tongue ran up the side of your neck. Your skin cooled as Wanda’s tongue left trails of her saliva up your neck. The tip of her tongue teased the shell of your ear. Her hands found the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Soft lips sucked lazily on your bare shoulder, peppering dozens of wet kisses there. She started squeezing your tits again with her hands, hard nipples rubbing against her palms.

Your head fell back against her neck. “Mommy, I love when you touch me. I love being your good girl,” you moaned. With your cold, your body heated up faster than it normally would. Your face flushed a gentle red. Mommy pulled the blankets down to your shoulders when she noticed how overheated you were getting. You inhaled a sharp breath of cold air.

“You truly are my good girl,” Wanda said. She tugged you so you laid on your back. One of her legs swung over your hips and she straddled your thighs. Her lips wrapped around one of your nipples. Your eyes didn’t leave mommy’s pretty face, her naturally deepset cheeks hollowing in as she sucked your pebbled buds. Her green eyes pierced into yours as she looked up at you, purposely making noisy sounds as her saliva trickled down your breast. She switched tits as tiny whimpers escaped you, mommy’s hands running down your sides and squeezing at your soft tummy.

When she lifted her head from your chest, she kissed your lips and coated them sloppily in her spit. “Mmm,” Wanda hummed, pleased by how tiny and moldable you were below her. “Mommy loves you, baby.”

After pulling yourself up high enough to meet her lips with your arms around her neck, you kissed Wanda again. “I love you so much, mama.”

Wanda slipped down between your thighs, pulling your panties from your ankles and gripping your ass. Her tongue ran through your folds, her nose rubbing against your swollen clit. With noisy slurps and exaggerated moans that tickled your hole, Wanda ate your pussy out. Your hips bucked up against her face and mommy let you because of how good you’d been.

Fingernails ran down your asscheeks as Wanda devoured you greedily. The tip of her tongue teased the rim of your tight little hole, then three fingers pushed into your cunt. Your pussy squelched as she fucked you. Mommy licked through your sticky folds, teasing your clit and puffy lips with the tip of her tongue.

When you came, your back arched as your cunt pushed down against her face. Prolonged cries left you before your body fell back down onto the bed, your body shaking with tremors. She licked up your sticky inner thighs, cleaning you up messily.

Mama came back up your body, the lower half of her face coated entirely with your pussy juices. She slid her tongue into your mouth, spreading your taste across your tongue.

You muffed into her mouth, “Mama, tastes so good.”

Wanda moaned in agreement. Her tongue ran up the roof of your mouth, then against the soft insides of your cheeks. When her tongue slipped out of your mouth, she buried her face into the crook of your neck, coating your collarbone and chest in your juices. “My pretty, pretty girl,” she praised, sucking at your neck. “You must be tired, princess.”

“Tired, mama,” you said sleepily.

Wanda slipped off of your bare body that was slick with a layer of sweat. She sat up to take her own clothes off knowing how much you loved sleeping naked with her. You cheered with a happy squirm and stretched your arms out to wrap them around her hips, tugging her against you excitedly. Once her breasts were free from her bra and her panties were slipped off, Wanda laid down beside you.

Her arms wrapped around your shoulders and she pulled your face into her breasts. One of her legs wrapped around your body, wanting to get you as close to you as possible. Wanda kissed the top of your head repeatedly. “You need your sleep, baby,” she instructed. “I’ll wake you in a few hours so you can take your medicine.”

“Thank you, mommy,” you said, closing your eyes and smiling happily. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my sweet little angel.”

[witchthewriter]

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!      

a/n: (Let me know if you want a separate post for a character - I’ll go into more depth). Also this is one of my favourite posts, it’s so wholesome

Inspired by @angelltheninth. Thank you for always writing such amazing posts!

��ᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

A glimpse into your life with your HP s/o. 

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚  

・Constantly forgets where she puts things

    “It’s the nargles...” Luna mutters, looking underneath the couch pillows for her necklace.

“It’s not the nargles,” you reply, shaking your head.  

・Always makes you late because she forgets her wand or bag 

・So you create a space where she is allowed to dump her things. It actually made it a lot easier. You’ve dubbed it ‘Luna’s Space’ 

・Even though she can ‘Accio’ her things, she actually needs her wand to do that, and she also forgets her wand. 

・Yes, there are a lot of animals in and around your household

・Luna cannot help but attract them

・And they’re usually a mix of muggle animals as well as magical animals 

・Bowtruckles that like to hide in your jacket pockets, jackalope’s that like to sneak inside and fall asleep in front of the fire, a kneazle who actually bonded with you and rarely leaves your side (gets upset when you have to leave her at home)

・You cook as Luna is ghastly at making food 

・But she tidies up and makes sure the fire is always burning (for some reason she’s always cold)

・Nights snuggling on the couch, sharing a big fuzzy blanket and staring into the flames,, or reading a book

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝

・Is very messy. He leaves his clothes scattered around the place. You’ve told him that if he continues to do it then you’ll shrink his clothes. 

・He respected the threat, and his clothes now live in their proper places

・Is a bit of a wiz in the kitchen - 

・Until you realised that he was just enchanting everything to cook themselves 

・Is quite social so there’s usually someone coming around each week (either George or Lee Jordan)

・A lot of testers for the joke shop are done at home, so if something blows up then...Fred is in big f*cking trouble

・He actually journals a LOT

・And has some really interesting ideas

・Wants to travel with you, to experience different cultures

・Ultimately he wants to learn about different forms of magic so he can incorporate it into his life and work

・You do visit Molly a lot, and sit down with her, Ginny and Hermione to discuss life

・Arthur becomes a great confidant as well. He has some great knowledge, espcially about his son

・Fred has extravagant gifts for you. They may not be expensive since he’s saving money, but he does want to make you feel special

・In terms of pets, Fred wants ones that can be useful. But sometimes you get lonely when you come home from work and he’s still at the shop 

・So you’re still deciding on what you want to get...

𝐂𝐡𝐨  

・Wanted to be the sole person in charge of decorating 

・An apartment not too far from the heart of London

・Everything in your house is a light blue with hints of silver and a dash of purple

・Took a lot of inspiration from the beauxbatons, their uniform as well as their overall aesthetic with a hint of Ravenclaw

・Everything is very orderly and she likes things in their proper places 

・For pets you both have your Hogwarts animal - hers is an owl, and you also surprised her with a completely white ragdoll kitten on her first anniversary together (she absolutely loved it)

・Cho loves to sit down with you and talk about each other’s day. What went on and such

・She’s a very touchy person so she loves when you hold her hand and cup her cheek

・She’s also in touch with her emotions and is usually the first to cry in sad situations

・Has a certain routine for her hair, and it actually does work because it is ALWAYS SHINY

・Likes board games as well

・Has a family game night with her side of the family once every two weeks

𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞

・Is surprisingly clean - 

・Always picks up after himself and does a bit of spring cleaning here and there

・He picked it up from his mother; someone had to. And he was used to being the clean twin. The one who cleaned up after Fred 

・His favourite meal is a full baked roast dinner. With Yorkshire puddings and loads of gravy. 

・Once a week you visit the Burrow for dinner. And Molly fusses over you two, saying that you need to eat more. You always leave with a whole sack full of random items for the house. Old lamps, rolls of toilet paper, once she gave you a side table

・Fred is a constant visitor at your and George’s place. He’s almost living there himself

・There’s even been a few times where he’s gotten you groceries 

・George is terrible at saying no to you, so whatever you want, you always get

・Your home is practically the Burrow - you liked the feel of George’s home so much that you did your best to recreate it but add a bit of you in as well

・George absolutely loves living with you. His heart is always full.

・Sometimes he’ll come home and Fred will be in the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry while you’re on the lounge reading, drawing or listening to music 

・It’s a quiet life but George loves it. It’s a reprieve from the shop with Fred, which is always loud and chaotic

・You do visit him and he always has a beaming smile on his face when he sees you

・At home there’s a room full of packages for the joke shop. Some simply toys, others potions and oils. Do you test them out? Sure do - George is happy for you to do so 

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲

・Grew up with everything handed to her on a silver platter

・Once she changed her view on muggles, her family basically threw her out 

・Taking pity on her, and thinking the world can be better, you created a friendship. Friendship grew to relationship and that grew to love. 

・So, instead of being merely roommates, you were now a couple

・She’s not the easiest person to get along with. But once you both found your flow, then you were both settled. 

・Pansy forced her femininity in school, but she found that she actually preferred to take on the ‘masculine roles. 

・Can’t lie magic is still a big help though, and Pansy would be absolutely lost if she was in the muggle world 

・Your friends are now her friends. It took a lot of time for them to get around the idea, especially Ginny, but turns out they bonded really deeply

・When Ginny invited the both of you to the Burrow one day Pansy cried that very night

・She had never seen a family like this

・There was so much love. And Mrs Weasley was so attentive.

・One of the things that Pansy loved the most was when Mrs Weasley called her “dear”

・And you nearly cried because it’s such a little thing and Pansy never got to experience that

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲  

・He wasn’t sure how you wanted to go about this

・Because Harry grew up in the muggle world, as did you, so you were both excited to find the charms that would make domestic life easier 

・Like in the Burrow, where Mrs Weasley had the chores done by magic 

・So you and Harry went to Hermione to find the charms (for some reason Flitwick hadn’t taught that)

・The first time you used it, you and Harry jumped up in the air and wooped. You high fived and kept doing it on different items

・It’s one of your favourite memories 

・Headmaster McGonnagall comes to dinner every second Tuesday - she wanted it to be weekly but she was just too busy. 

・She comes in her robes and is tight lipped when she first enters your home. But after she sits down, her demeanour changes. 

・Minerva knows what she can and can’t say, but when she’s had a few wines she becomes loose-lipped 

・Once she turned into her animagus and fell asleep on your lap, purring loudly

・Sometimes you have to leave the room because her and Harry have very intense conversations; you just want to give him privacy - he never wants you to leave. But you’re usually make ten minutes later with three steaming cups of tea 

・You have framed pictures of Dumbledore, Hagrid and Snape hanging on the hallway walls

・His parents are in the centre on the fireplace mantelpiece 

・The first night you slept in your own home, Harry cried. When you asked why, he told you a story about the Dursleys

・And then you started crying as well

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞  

・Busy lifestyle. She always has something to do, so you both split the chores 50/50 as you both work

・Things always have their place. And when they aren’t in their place Hermione does her best not to lose it

・And the house is always clean (she knows all the charms)

・The kitchen cleans itself, the bed is always made, shoes are at the front door etc

・They’re charms that are a few steps ahead of what Mrs Weasley uses (Hermione learnt them while reading of course). Once she tried to tell Mrs Weasley about them and the red-headed woman practically walked away (she thinks her way is best). 

・You’ve asked Hermione to teach you everything she knows, that’s why your relationship works. You love her intelligence and knowledge. 

・She isn’t that big on pets though, and has a 5 year plan

    “I’m sorry Y/n, but having a pet wasn’t a part of our plan.” 

“Hermione please, look at him!” 

・She absolutely crumbled when you did the puppy dog eyes while holding the puppy against your face

    “...okay fine, but I’m not picking up any poo.” (She most certainly did.)

・So you have beagle called Finley. And Hermione pretended to be indifferent with him for about a week, and then she fell in love

・Finley goes everywhere with you two, and Hermione’s parents are shocked when the three of you turn up to dinner

   “Umm, sweetheart why-”

“This is Finley, mum and dad, please treat him with respect.”

𝐑𝐨𝐧  

・He had no idea where to start when you first moved in together. He was an absolute mess

   “I just don’t know what you mean by decorating! This is too stressful-”

・Has Harry around a lot. Or at least, asks him to come around a lot

・You guys go to the Burrow at least once a week for a family dinner - everyone is there, and when someone can’t attend, Mrs Weasley is nearly on the brink of tears

・After Ron gets used to the idea of living in his own place, with you. He starts to settle. He finds his routine. 

・He’s usually the last one to wake up and the last to go to bed.

・Absolutely adores sweets, and keeps a whole drawer full next to his bed. In the middle of the night you’ll hear a rustle and it’s Ron opening a chocolate frog

  “Aw, Dumbledore again-”

・Sends howlers to Fred and George, specifically to their shop so they’ll open them in the middle of the store

・You told Ron it was a terrible idea because they hit back 5x harder

・Harry tells Ron about television and Ron absolutely loses it, goes out and buys one the next day 

・His favourite programmes are the Vicar of Dibley and Absolutely Fabulous (although pretends to hate it - turns it off whenever you come into the room), 

𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲  

・So excited to move in together!!!

・Her parents are extra pushy because she’s their little girl. But they know you’ll look after her (which is true, but Ginny is the one who wears the pants in this relationship) 

・A lot of Quidditch posters and books

・You have to tell her not to ride her broom in the house 

・Wants to adopt ALL THE DOGS

・She’s at Quidditch practice a lot, so you usually get the things you need to get done in that time so when she comes back you can spend time together

・Ginny is always bringing you back flowers. And they’re huge bouquets. They’re different every time 

・Likes to surprise you with her cooking skills because Mrs Weasley is a bit traditional that way (she didn’t teach her sons how to cook)

・Actually doesn’t cry that often and has her sh*t together most of the time 

・Or she seems like she has her shit together most of the time

・Very good at remembering appointments and the like

・Didn’t care much about decorating the place, but did want it to be cosy like the Burrow

・Has little knick knacks on the kitchen window sill

・And wears gloves while she does the dishes 

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞  

・I think it’s pretty obvious, but Neville’s home would be COVERED with plants. Vines growing on poles, flowers blooming across window sills, 

・He waters, feeds and tends to them everyday. Not missing a single one. 

・Neville is awake at about 5:30am to do all of it

・Because by that time it’s nearly 7:45 and he has to get ready for work

・Never leaves to go anywhere without giving you a kiss

・Feeds the birds but doesn’t realise that that means a whole flock will came back next time

・You go to see his parents with him at St. Mungos hospital

・And you hold him as he cries in your arms afterwards

・Has nightmares about his parents and it wakes you up in the middle of night

・You met his grandmother and although you have to give her credit for raising Neville, she was quite horrible to him. 

・You’ve told Neville that you will have a go at her if she says one bad thing about him (that includes passive aggressiveness, alluding to him, or anything that could be seen as an insult)

・He loves you for it

・But still has a soft place in his heart for the woman that raised him

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨  

・After the Battle of Hogwarts Draco’s perspective of the world changed

・He saw horrors as well as allowed horrors to happen. He felt immense guilt. 

・And his relationship with his father was practically ruined 

・His mother was the only parent he saw. But she still had the outlook that purebloods were the only people worthy of respect

・Draco knew he had to make amends. His conscience was heavy. 

・So he went back to Hogwarts and asked the Headmistress McGonaggal how to make up for his wrong doings. 

・That’s how you and Draco got together

・After some time, when your relationship was established, he moved out of the Malfoy Mansion and in with you

・It was a difficult transition, especially the fact that there was no one to wait on him hand and foot

・You taught him how to cook - or at least the charms on how to do so 

・At first it was goddamn hard, but he endured

・And the look on your face when he got it right ... god ... he needed to impress you again and again. Just to see that look. 

・Turns out he’s actually he very good cook. Not that great at cleaning up after himself, but luckily you live in a world of magic 

・You even let him decorate wherever he wished

・He chose quite gothic dark academia style 

・Rich colours; deep emerald, dark blue, burgundy, maroon

・His mother was still giving him money though-

・And you said that he should invite her over

・That first dinner was especially difficult. The look on her face when she walked in ... you could read exactly what she was thinking ‘small, ... poor, why would he give up living with me for this.’

・But the love for her son outweighed the prejudice in her heart

[pro-mammonologist]

how abt mammon and MC who gets super clingy/needy during PMS/their period?

Mammon was burning alive under your warmth, plus your heated blanket, plus the fact it’s the middle of winter and the heat is on blast. But it was worth it since you were finally resting after a long day of bathroom trips, overwhelming emotions, and just… stress. Just stress.

You were clinging onto him, clenching your eyes shut, trying to nap while your stomach was in knots. You pressed the heat into your stomach and pursed your lips, Mammon saw your expression and stroked your hair.

“It’s okay, I gotcha.” He kissed your head.

“I love you.” You told him. “I really really really love you.” You rubbed your face against him almost like how a cat would. He was red, either from the heat or your claims.

“Love ya too.” He said softly, heart warming as your smile stretched across your face. “Whatcha makin’ that face for?” He teased you, hoping he didn’t step too far.

“Because I love you.”

Man, if you weren’t as cute as a button right now. He hates seeing you in pain, but your face was absolutely adorable how you nuzzled into him. “Ya gonna just answer all my questions with that?”

“I love you.” Was your answer, albeit, confirming his suspicions. You went from laying on your side with your hand and face on his chest to just plopping on top of him. He can’t believe that he wishes for a fan now in arctic like weather. He rubbed your back, slipping his hands underneath your top. You let out a little noise, approving of his actions. “Your hands are cold, it’s nice.”

“I dunno how they’re cold, but if you like it.” He reminded himself that the furnace (you) on top of him was his partner, someone he loves dearly, and for you to be this clingy, you must truly be suffering.

Mammon could barely feel your heartbeat syncing with his. He had turned off his tv and every other sound so you could nap and he could only hear your breathing and his. He could feel how you wiggled your feet, moving the blanket around and he could also tell when you were bracing for another cramp, your body tensing up. Mammon felt as though he was fully in tune with you and that nothing else was there. Just you and him.

He remembered when he got up this morning and went to go get water and then returned to find you looking distraught. You were embarrassed to tell him that you were sad that he left but he was even more humiliated when he found out that you upset about that. Also, yesterday, when you were in class and decided to text him every 2 minutes, begging for his attention. Mammon, of course, indulged, how could he not? Or last night, when you kissed him and wouldn’t stop even after he, yes the avatar of greed, was exhausted. He was somewhat familiar with the menstrual cycle, but he wasn’t surrounded by demons with uteruses all the time let alone humans, so you really educated him fast.

Now, he had you down to a T. All that mattered was that you needed to be on him 24/7 and that you needed comfort. He was so used to being material and to buy you everything you wanted, to get you every bit of chocolate or every French fry or every pair of fuzzy socks you wanted. You loved that but you loved him more. Truth be told, nothing made him happier to know that he was your primary comfort. He was what you needed.

He looked down at you, angling his neck awkwardly to peek at your eyes. You were asleep, finally. He smiled to himself and kissed your head, still tracing his hands up and down your back. “Love ya, treasure.” His voice was lower than a whisper, only for him to hear. “I love ya so much.”

Note: this is literally me. This ask is me.

[thesassypadawan]

A New Good Time *part 3* (Padawan Anakin x RealWorldFemReader)

Notes: Read A Scary Good Time *part 1*, Halloween Pumpkins *Headcanon*, and A Old Good Time *part 2* first to get an idea of what’s going on. 

New Year’s Fete Week is the first five days of the year (according to the Galactic Standard Calendar) and is a five-day festival that celebrates the new year.

Summary: A little throwback to the fanfics of old! Short, sweet, and cheesy! Anakin awakes to the wonderful surprise of you, his beautiful angel, tucked beside him in bed.  What a perfect way to start out the day and the year.  Happy New Year! 

Warnings: Contains fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

New Year’s Day, the first dawn of the year. A time of renewal and fresh starts. The moment when we say goodbye to the old and hello to the new…by celebrating with those we care for the most.

“Stang, that sun’s bright”, Anakin grumbled, throwing an arm over his eyes. Reaching out with his free hand, he ungracefully closed the curtains.

Laying there in the semi-darkness, Ani tried to clear the sleepy fog from his mind. Memories of finishing off the rest of the champagne and cuddling with you on your couch came flooding back. He smiled fondly at that. What happened afterwards…the two of you must have dozed off together. But, if that was the case, why was he in his bed all by his lonesome.

“Hatari,” he sadly sighed. “Wish you were here.”

Just then, he felt something moving beside him. Accompanied by a small voice mumbling, “’M here.”

A wave of relief and joy washed over Anakin. Slowly he pulled back the blankets to reveal…

You curled up in a ball, peacefully snoozing away.

Grinning ear-to-ear, Ani kissed you gently on the top of your head. “Stay put,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

Carefully he slid out of the bed, trying his best not to wake you, and snuck off to his and Obi-Wan’s kitchenette. Hoping to not bump into his master, because it was too early for a lecture. Plus, he would never live down being caught in those long, fuzzy socks of yours.

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Thankfully, Obi-Wan was nowhere to be found. Just a note that said he was glad Anakin made it back safely and that he was going to be meeting with the council for most of the day. He would join Ani and you at the festival later. To behave yourselves in the meantime.

Anakin laughed and rolled his eyes at the last part.

Grateful that his master wasn’t upset with him, Ani returned to his room with two mugs of piping hot caf. The perfect thing for a cold morning in bed.

Setting the drinks down on his nightstand, he eased himself back into bed. Trying his best to not jostle you too much. You, who was currently spooning his pillow.

Brushing the hair out of your face, he chuckled softly. “Hey, wouldn’t you rather have the real thing instead?”

Nodding sleepily in response, Anakin quickly made the switch and burrowed underneath the covers. With you immediately snuggling up to him and he wrapping his arms around you.

“Good morning, my handsome devil,” you mumbled, nuzzling your head against his chest.

“Morning, my beautiful angel. Happy New Year.”

A sweet smile crossed your face. “Happy New Year. I -” Pausing a moment, your eyes opened a crack, and you gave the air a little sniff. “Do I smell coffee?”

“Sure do,” he hummed, gently rubbing your back. “Made it special just for you.”

You made a tiny happy noise and kissed the underside of his chin. “You too good to me.”

“Anything for you, only the best,” he muttered, handing you your caf.

“So cheesy,” you giggle, giving his braid a playful tug.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ani said teasingly. “Now tell me, Ms. Padawan from Earth, what would you like to do today?”

You pretended to think for a second or two, before declaring lazily. “Stay in bed as long as possible.”

“Can do,” he said, booping you on the nose. “And later on, we can go check out the New Year’s Fete with Obi-Wan.”

“New Year’s Fete?” You asked, taking a small sip from your mug. “What’s that?”

His eyes twinkled with excitement. “It’s a five-day festival that celebrates the new year. There are all sorts of games, live music, different types of food… Oh, and fireworks at the end of every night!”

“That sounds perfect to me,” you sigh contently. Burying your face into the crook oh his neck, you whisper a soft… “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Pulling you in extra close, Anakin rested his head on top of yours.

And, as both of you fell into comfortable silence, the jedi holocron shinned brightly on a nearby shelf…tucked amongst all of Ani’s most precious possessions.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hi,  so I saw your request for ideas for day 31 and I was thinking, and what do you think about a

Minsung date night like u know just Han is really tired that dose not want to go out

so its like a movie night

but then lee know wants to keep han awake and starts to tickle him so he’ll stay up

or the other way around it’s lee know who’s getting tickled it up to you

i hope i helped a little bit ❤️

Day 31: Aftercare

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𝖙𝖜: MINSUNG, hurt/comfort, date night

I DO NOT SHIP THESE IDOLS IRL!!! This is all fiction 💗💗💗

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @minsungisvreal

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“I’m home!” Lee Know yelled, walking into the living room. 

“How are you, baby? Dance practice was rough.” Minho looked down at the bundle of blankets, his boyfriend’s face peeking out. 

“M’kay.” Han replied dully. 

Lee Know frowned. Something was wrong. “What’s wrong? Don’t even think about lying-” He looked down, only then noticing the tear-stained face of the younger. 

“Hey. Hey, why are you crying. What’s wrong?” He crouched down by the boy before wiping his face.

“Nothing, hyung. I just feel really anxious and I don’t know what to do about it.” Jisung sniffed. 

Lee Know immediately wrapped his arms around the boy, ready to cheer him up. 

“Date night? Wanna go out?” He asked, turning Jisung’s head with his hand so that the younger actuallylooks at his face.

“Mmm…Can we stay at home? I’m tired.” Hannie hummed. 

“Okay. Let me take a shower and we can watch this movie i’ve wanted to see for a REALLY long time-” Minho rambled, boba eyes sparkling as he clasped his hands together. 

“Okay.” Jisung grinned at the dancer, who picked up his favourite hoodie and a pair of shorts. 

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“Hey…Hannie stay awake it’s the good part!” Minho squealed as Jisung tried his hardest to keep his eyes open. 

It wasn’t that the movie wasn’t good, he was just unable to stay awake. Or focused, for that matter. 

Jisung looked up at his boyfriend. The older was just so…genuinely happy at the moment. 

It made the ace’s eyes well up, and the sleepiness just made it worse.

Meanwhile, Minho had been noticing the younger nodding off for quite a while now, and he knew that if his boyfriend could stay awake for just a few more minutes, he would probably enjoy the movie. 

Lee Know had also noticed the tears brimming in his eyes as he looked at him. 

He wondered what could have made the younger so upset. 

Time for cheer up. The bunny was well aware of how ticklish his boyfriend really was, but he never really got the chance to exploit it. Until now. 

Minho’s attention had been fully taken off the movie. Now he was interested in seeing the younger smile. 

He suddenly slipped his hands underneath the boy’s shirt, scribbling over his waist. 

Jisung immediately jolted awake, biting his lip to keep from laughing as he tried to stop the older’s hands. 

“hyuhuhung! thahahat tihihickles!” He giggled out, throwing his head back as he continued to fight the invasive hands. 

“Tsk tsk, you know how much I wanted to see this movie. Why couldn’t you stay awake?” Lee Know asked in mock annoyance. 

“ihihim sohohohorry! ihihill stahahay awahake! stohop tihihickling mehehe!” Hannie continued to laugh as Minho’s hands moved upwards towards his armpits. 

The younger immediately slammed his arms down, leaning backwards into Minho as he continued to tickle him. 

Any thoughts that Jisung had were gone as the tickles took over his brain entirely, leaving his mind a fuzzy daze. 

It felt kinda nice. 

“Hannie~are you enjoying this?” Lee Know cooed as he sped up his hands on the ace’s torso. 

“YEHEHEA!” Han cackled cutely as Minho massaged circles quickly into the sensitive skin. 

“Aweee! That’s cute! Mind if I continue?” Minho laughed when Jisung blushed a bright  red, hiding his face in his hands and making no effort to stop the older. 

He did shake his head, though.

Lee Know had to stop himself from squealing from the younger’s cuteness. 

“You. Are the cutest person EVER!” Minho accentuated the last word by sticking his hands into the ace’s armpits. 

“HAHAHA NOHO TEHEASING!” Jisung beamed up at the older through his uncontrollable laughter. 

Hannie shook his head as he cackled, his hair flying and fluffing up as he did so. 

Minho made sure to go light, wanting the moment to last longer, which the younger certainly appreciated. 

Until Minho started moving lower. The older wanted to find his boyfriend’s worst spot, for…reasons.

Jisung screamed with laughter the second Minho’s fingers began working into his thighs, thrashing around with the widest gummy smile. 

“Is this your worst spot?” Lee Know kept asking, moving further down every time the quokka shook his head. 

Lee Know suddenly had a feeling. He knew which spot was the worst.

So he saved it for last. 

Minho immediately headlocked Han’s feet and went to town, laughing as the younger absolutely howled with laughter, slamming his hands into Lino’s back. 

“HYUNG! HYUHUHUNG! THAHAT TIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!” Hannie screeched, grabbing at the older’s hair weakly as he squirmed. 

Lee Know decided to give the quokka a well deserved break, sitting up and kissing the boy’s cheek, which was wet with tears. 

“ha…ha…did I ask you to stop…?” Jisung breathed out. 

Minho’s entire body froze up. Then his face split into a wide smile. 

“That is SOOO CUTE!” He squealed.

Jisung giggled as Lino showered his whole face in kisses, his fingers digging into his waist as he did so. 

Hannie squealed when the dancer flipped his whole body over and scribbled into the back of his knees, immediately throwing the younger into hysterics. 

“HAHAHAH! IHIHIT’S SOHO BAAHAHA-” Han fell into silent laughter as he felt the older’s lips connect to the back of his knees in a raspberry. 

After multiple raspberries, Minho decided to let up, not wanting to kill his boyfriend. 

He immediately snuggled into the younger, who was pleased with this moment of aftercare. 

“Do you feel better?” Lino asked, making sure to treat his baby with cheek kisses. 

“mhmmm” Jisung puffed his cheeks out, making Minho laugh and kiss him more. 

“The movie is over.” Hannie pouted at the tv, disappointed that the older didn’t get to watch what he wanted to. 

“Nah. Tickling you was way more fun.” Minho laughed when the ace let out a squeak at the word. 

Minho made sure to snuggle into the younger as much as possible, the thick hoodie enveloping the two in warmth. 

He made sure to treat the younger to ice cream later, both as a reward, and for the aftercare that the younger deserved.

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i hope you enjoyed this fic! have a spooky october! ✨🎃

[buckybeardreams]

Been working on my shifters verse 👀👀

@snarky-drabbles

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He found Buck laid out in a sunbeam, the morning rays warming his fur.

He was clearly asleep, and clearly so at peace under Athena's watchful eye that he didn't even stir when Eddie approached him, only jerking his head up when Eddie's hand rested on it.

"Shh, you're okay," Eddie soothed, fingers brushing through thick fur.

Buck dropped his head back to the ground the moment he realized it was Eddie, content to just lay there and be pet.

He was so domesticated, past Buck would be disgusted, but current Buck was more than happy to greedily accept all of the attention from his Alpha after spending the early morning hours just lazing around the packhouse, no care in the world.

Eddie leaned down to press a kiss to his head, Buck’s ears twitching when his Alpha murmured, "shift for me."

Buck's snout scrunched up like he wanted to object but he shifted back obediently, only to find himself pinned belly-down under his Alpha.

Buck huffed, squirming a little and blushing when Eddie just pushed his hips forward, letting Buck feel the hard line in his sweats.

"E–Eddie!" Buck squeaked, cheeks burning. "Athena's on post!"

Athena was, in fact, on guard duty at the moment, but she politely turned her eyes away when Eddie all but tried to mount Buck fully-clothed on the front lawn.

"Should have stayed in the nest if you wanted privacy, baby," Eddie rumbled.

Buck huffed, letting his body go limp under Eddie.

Eddie growled approvingly, nipping at the back of his neck before soothing the spot with a lick and an apologetic kiss.

"Sorry, Buck, think my rut's getting close."

Buck hummed, rubbing his cheek against the grass and lifting his ass invitingly, pushing back into Eddie to show he wasn’t really upset with him.

"S'okay, Alpha," Buck mumbled. "Just not out here."

Eddie nodded, the movement registering for Buck even if he couldn't see it.

"Don't worry, pretty Omega, I'm gonna keep you safely tucked away in my nest, rut into your ass over and over until you're so full of my cum, you're round with it."

Buck's dick twitched at the thought but he still made a face because he actually wasn't looking forward to being stuck in the nest again.

He figured this time around it'd be more manageable, or at the very least, he'd be distracted by the Alpha constantly trying to knot him.

Last time would have been a lot more bearable if Eddie hadn’t been both constantly fretting and refusing to bite him.

Being bitten just did things to him!

Made him want to stay in the nest all day and just float in the fuzzy softness of blankets and Alpha wrapped around him.

"Eddie," Buck groaned.

Eddie chuckled, nuzzling at his neck once more before easing them into a more appropriate position, rolling off his mate and pulling Buck on top of him instead.

Buck immediately settled, sprawled out across Eddie's chest, damn near large enough that Eddie just disappeared underneath him.

Buck may be acting more and more like an Omega these days, but he still looked plenty Alpha, standing taller than Eddie by a good inch or two, with a bodyweight to match.

He wasn't some dainty little thing that needed to be pampered, but he found that he liked it, liked being spoiled, liked being a pillow princess, as Eddie called him, liked whining and getting his way.

He was sure he was setting an awful example for his pup, but what was so wrong with an Alpha being treated like a spoiled little Omega?

Buck found very little need to object to it.

[kitweewoos]

“I didn’t think you knew what that word meant.” + Moustead 💜

Thank you babe!!!

Edit: ao3 link

Jay was freezing, and he kept shifting on the couch, tucking his feet underneath Mouse’s leg, wrapped up in a blanket that smelled so much of Mouse that he wanted to bury his face into the soft plush and just breathe it in. Even while upset, he still loved Mouse and wanted to be surrounded by him. The chill outside had dug into his bones and he’d been looking forward to warming up once he’d gotten inside their apartment, and yet, he couldn’t warm up. So, instead, he stuck his feet under Mouse’s leg to keep his toes warm, and he just stared at Mouse as if that would get across his displeasure.

“You look like a teddy bear,” Mouse said. 

“Shut up,” he grumbled, tucking his chin down and letting the blanket cover his nose which was cold at the tip. 

“An angry teddy bear. Like, a teddy bear that someone drew upset eyebrows on with a sharpie.”

Jay pulled the blanket tighter around himself, a shield against the worst, and frowned at him over the fuzzy edge of the blanket.

“Look, this is my fault, I know. I didn’t do what I said I would do, and now we’re sitting in the cold, and you look like a grumpy little bunny peaking out of your blanket, because I didn’t. I’m sorry, Jay.”

“I didn’t think you knew what that word meant.”

“Oh-kay, mister, I know it’s cold, but –”

He muttered softly, “yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Come here,” Mouse said, and he leaned back against the couch cushions, making room in his lap. “I can keep you warm until the repair guy gets here.”

“How much longer?”

“He gave me like a six-hour window, unfortunately,” Mouse said. “So, anywhere between now and five o’clock.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jay groaned and then climbed into Mouse’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, burying his face into Mouse’s chest which was covered in a thick cardigan. “Order us some lunch. I don’t want to make any food when it’s freezing.”

“What do you want?”

“Anything hot.”

“You’re such a baby in the cold. You’ve lived in Chicago your entire life. You’re not used to this?”

“Listen,” Jay mumbled, “I hate being cold. I especially hate being cold indoors where I’m supposed to be warm, Greg.”

“Wow, pulling out the first name. You’re really cranky, huh?” Mouse kissed his temple slowly, and muttered gently, “it’s okay, baby. Just lay against me, and I’ll order you a big cup of coffee, and some soup. How’s that sound?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, good boy, relax. I’ll keep you warm.”

[bisexualdumbassvampires]

Hot coco and cuddles.

A HTTYD book series AU fanfiction.

On the lost island of tomorrow, that wasn’t so lost anymore, a storm was raging. The small village that had been built out of the ruins of Grimbeard The Ghastly’s kingdom was being battered by sheets of rain and howling wind, and inside a hut, laying in bed trying to sleep, was a little boy with a lot of skeleton tattoos.

The little boy (Who’s body wasn’t very little anymore) was tired, he was lonely, and he was scared.

He lay on his side, hugging his small plush dragon that his cousin had sewed for him to his chest. He was suckling the wooden pacifier his uncle had carved, trying to ignore the wind shrieking at him. A particularly savage gust rattled the hut. It sounded like a dragon’s roar and for a second Snotlout thought it was the Dragon Furious, back to get him. He let out a squeak that would have embarrassed him if had he been older, and ducked underneath his blankets. He buried his face in his plush and muttered to himself.

“I am a big boy, I am a strong big boy.”

He was Snotface Snotlout, heir to the throne of the Wilderwest, and he was a brave boy.

He was braver then the storm.

He waited until there was a lull in the wind, and then he threw back his covers and jumped out of bed. He ran out of his hut, pausing only to put on his boots, into the rain. He ran straight to Hiccup’s hut, clutching his dragon plush to his chest. The rain soaked through his shirt and ran down his face but he tried to shield the fuzzy little dragon from the worst of it.

He made it to Hiccup’s home and banged on the door hard.

“Hey! ‘Iccup! It’s me ‘Iccup, wake up!”

He lisped, hoping desperately that his younger cousin would hear him. Thankfully he did, and finally the door opened to reveal a very tired looking King Hiccup Horrendous Haddock |||.

His hair was plastered to one side of his face by his pillow and Snotlout would have laughed if he hadn’t been so cold and wet and little.

“Snotlout? What are you-? Oh buddy.”

Hiccup cut himself off when he saw the pacifier in Snotlout’s mouth and the rain splattered plush in his arms. If he had been physically able to he would have scooped the little boy up and carried him inside but unfortunately the boy king was quite a few feet shorter then his older cousin, and weighted about ninety pounds soaking wet. He quickly ushered Snotlout inside and shut the door.

“Kiddo you’re soaked, what are you doing in the rain?”

He sat the little boy by the fire and look off his dripping shirt and boots, covering him with a warm blanket. Snotlout gnawed on his pacifier for a second before mumbling a response around it.

“The storm was loud. Didn’t like it.”

His ordinarily deep, confident voice was light and lilting, unguarded.

He sounded young.

“Hey buddy, how old are you?”

Hiccup asked as he busied himself with finding a towel for Snotlout’s strawberry blonde mop of hair. Snotlout thought about for a second.

“Five.”

Hiccup paused in rubbing the little boy’s hair with the towel and blinked. Five was Snotlout’s youngest age, he rarely regressed that fair back unless he was really upset. Hiccup tried to look causal.

“Wow little star, that’s really little! Did something happen? Did you have a bad dream?”

Snotlout held out his dragon for Hiccup to dry and shook his head.

“No, wind scared me. Sounded like big roar.”

Hiccup’s heart melted and he tried hard not to show it. Snotlout got embarrassed when someone thought he was cute.

“Oh did it champ? Well, the storm can’t get you in here.”

He finished drying his cousin off and ruffled his newly fluffy hair.

“Do you want something nice to drink buddy? How about some hot coco?”

Snotlout looked up from his inspection of his plush and grinned around his pacifier.

“Yeah!”

He jumped up and hugged Hiccup tightly, crushing him to his chest.

Hiccup let out a quiet “Oof!” but quickly hugged the not-so-little boy back.

“Let’s get you some then bud, come on.”

Snotlout followed him to the small kitchen and promptly sat down on the floor to watch Hiccup make the coco.

He handed the first mug to Snotlout when it was finished.

“Careful, it’s hot! Do you want to sit by the fire or at the table?”

Snotlout took out his pacifier and put it on the floor. He took a small sip of coco and licked his lips thoughtfully.

He liked the cozy kitchen, even as a king his younger cousin preferred to live in a cozy small hut. But he was still a bit chilly.

“Fire, it’s warm!” He decided.

Hiccup laughed softly and helped Snotlout up off the floor.

“Alright little dragon, let’s go back to the fireplace.”

They sat together drinking their coco and watching the fire until Snotlout’s eyelids began to droop and he started to yawn.

Hiccup gently pulled his mug out of his hand and set it down on the hearth.

“Come on star, let’s get you to bed.”

Snotlout didn’t even protest, he was so tired.

Hiccup led him down to hall to his bedroom with one steadying hand on his back and another on his arm. He gently sat Snotlout on the bed and took his blanket off.

Snotlout swayed slightly, and rubbed at his eyes with a fist as Hiccup slipped a nightshirt over his head.

Toothless was sleeping on the other side of the bed so Hiccup had to wake him.

“Wha-wh-what’s the big idea?”

He grumbled, yawning and blowing smoke in Hiccup’s face.

“Stop that.” Hiccup whispered in dragonese.

“Snotlout is sleeping here tonight so you have to sleep on the foot of the bed.”

“What you sayin ‘Iccup?” Snotlout mummered.

He didn’t speak dragonese yet. Hiccup decided he would have to teach him.

“Never you mind little star, I’m just getting Toothless settled.”

Snotlout nodded and yawned.

“F-fine. But just because he’s cute like this. D-d-don’t tell him I said that!”

Toothless huffed and lay down at the foot of the bed.

“Thanks Toothless.”

Snotlout lay down as well and Hiccup tucked him in, placing his plush in his arms and laying down beside him. Toothless was already snoring softly, his little dragon body heating the room like a furnace.

Snotlout sighed contently and rested his head on Hiccup’s chest.

Hiccup’s heart melted again.

“Can I give you a kiss goodnight buddy?”

He whispered, scratching at the fuzzy stubble at Snotlout’s jaw.

Snotlout nodded and closed his eyes. He rarely excepted kisses, declaring them “Icky”, but he felt safe and warm and soft, and maybe a kiss could be okay, just once.

Hiccup brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead softly.

“I’m so proud of you for coming to me when you were scared. Goodnight little hero.”

Snotlout smiled around his pacifier.

“Goodnight ‘Iccup…”

[the-last-concert]

Chapter Twelve:

_____ Conspiracy

Speedy was in the kitchen, full attack mode to every germ inside the flat. We’re having guests over later. Apparently as the newest addition to the Blocc PartIE, Pepper had to host the first Christmas party.

It’s Christmas Eve. This was a time of celebration, but I couldn’t bring myself to fake any of it. I was left with so many more questions than answers. I was restless, uneasy. But I tried my best not to share them. To my surprise, Speedy was at his happiest right now. Vickie was coming into town soon.

My heart was relieved to have one more familiar face from Mystique. And a familiar face I’ve grown to love like family.

I was settled on the sofa chair, with a blanket thrown over and tea in my hand. I had my fuzzy peppermint socks on. Speedy’s old college sweatshirt. And this time, underwear.

I got up from the couch and adjusted my socks. I went to meet him in the kitchen. He was bent down, cleaning on the stove. His curly hair tied in a bun, showed his taper he recently got cut. He had no shirt so his back muscles rested as archers to the visible tattoo of his truest angel. His striped pajama bottoms were loose and showed a slight V cut off his torso. He’s been working out more frequently and consistently. The results were starting to show.

“Need any help?” I asked.

His amber eyes moved slowly from the stove and at me. He sniffed before saying, “No… I’ve got it.”

I ignored him and took a rag off his shoulders, anyways. “I don’t like when you do all the cleaning. You shouldn’t tire yourself that way.”

“I said I’m fine, Moggie.” He stood up and turned on the sink faucet to rinse off the sponge he was using. We brushed past each other and the tension rose instantly.

“Just say it.”

“Say what?”

“You’re upset with me. You are, aren’t you?”

“Moggie,” he shakes his head. “I don’t have time for this. We still gotta go grocery shopping before picking Vickie up.”

I threw the rag at him. “Make time. I won’t keep walking around you. You’re acting like I’ve done something wrong. All I wanted was-“

“What?” Speedy interrupts me. “All you wanted was what, exactly?” His stance was unmovable. He towered over me as we stood off in the kitchen. He had the same blank expression at the diner. This was new. I couldn’t get through to him like this.

I sighed. “I just wanted to do the right thing.”

“That’s the problem,” he mumbles. “You’ll do the right thing a million times over, before you realize how much it affects you. You didn’t think I’d notice? You’re still having issues sleeping.”

I gulped with shame. I thought I had it under control. I was careful. So careful. But I couldn’t lie to him. I didn’t have the capacity to even try.

“Even so,” I started to say. “This is going beyond what I’m struggling with. All those people-“

“Moggie, if you think I give a damn about those artists instead of you, you’re wrong.” Speedy started moving past me as he was placing dishes away. Each slam of a cabinet, or drawer made my eyes swell up even more. I was so far away from him. He drops a cup on the counter, hard. “Why can’t you help yourself… just this once? I will not watch you abandon your needs for someone else’s.”

I sniffed back all my tears. I couldn’t fall apart in front of him. Not like this. I left the kitchen. My feet were moving so fast at a time, it felt like I was transporting. Once I reached my room, it’s like my legs gave out from underneath me. I cried. I cried so much that I didn’t think any water was left. I muffled the sounds against my pillows. I couldn’t possibly understand why every tear felt so heavy. There was a pit of ache in my body. He couldn’t have been more right. I wasn’t good to anyone like this. How could I possibly try to right the wrongs of a man who didn’t deserve it? But I wasn’t doing it for him. I wasn’t doing it for his wife either.

What did I have to prove?

I had to accept the altercation of my life. I will never be the same. I had to silence the woes that kept me up at night. But I didn’t know how to juggle my own emotions and fears at the same time. Was it even possible? Could something so dire eventually fade away into a blackened soot of redemption?? Every time I try to speak up, I get this retention. Is it my body warning me that this pain is only the beginning?

“Moggie.”

I looked up from the pillows to see a sliver of light cracked from the door. It was Pepper who emerged from the light shining. He reached out for me as he sat down on the bed quickly. I rushed into his arms to feel the warmth passing through us and around us. I was safe here. Even from myself. He grips me tightly and doesn’t let go.

“Pepper-“

“Shhhh. You don’t need to say shit about what happened,” Pepper explains. “But I would be damned if I left you alone.”

So I didn’t say anything. Just rocked in his arms like a baby cradled to sleep. We were like this for a while, in the silence. I didn’t notice we fell asleep until I heard a knock on the door. Pepper rubbed his eyes and I untangled my body from his.

“I’m going to get Vickie,” Speedy says. “Thought y’all want to go.”

“If you think I’m missing out on her life changing hugs, you’re crazy,” Pepper springs up and pushes Speedy, excitedly. “Man-I haven’t seen her since-“

“The Santa Monica ficaso,” Speedy smiles softly. I wanted to know the story but I bit my tongue down from asking. It didn’t feel like the right time. For a moment, I thought we got him back. But it quickly disappeared.

“Come on. We leave in 10.”

It was a silent car ride to the airport. We’re all dressed in layers of clothing, the temperature was dropping by the second. Speedy was the driver. Pepper, the passenger. I took the backseat, knowing that it was probably for the best. I couldn’t bear to face Speedy right now. And I knew sitting directly next to him would’ve made us more resentful.

“Hey,” Pepper said. “When was the last time everyone talked to Vicks?” I appreciate him, trying to break the tension. But even I could see beyond that ruse.

“I’d say, a couple of weeks?” Speedy responded as he flexed his gloves on the steering wheels. “Work got kind of crazy after the promotion. I don’t even think I told her about the flight.”

Because I did. I wanted to do something nice for Speedy as a holiday gift. Something more sentimental. Having his mom for the holidays in London was the perfect fit. He won’t admit it to himself right now, but I knew he missed her so much.

I cleared my throat. “I spoke with her over the phone a couple of days ago. But seeing her? It’s been years.”

“Well, we know who she’s attacking first,” Pepper jokes as we reach the arrival strip.

I looked out the window to see her. It was hard with the clumps of people spread out for miles. But as the Jeep came to a stop, we became directly parallel to an older woman with burnt brown hair and fiery amber eyes. Her freckles were less intense than Speedy’s but she still had them. There was a distinctive mole on her neck that was smaller than the one on her face. Above her eyebrows. Her smile was full as ever as she spotted all three of us exiting the Jeep. She waved her arms, flaring in every direction. Like she didn’t care if she hit someone around her in the process.

“Oh! Oh! My babies…. So grown up and here at last!” Victoria rushed towards me and Pepper first. We all embraced her famous hugs “You better not let time get between us again, ya hear me?”

“Ahhh.. ahhh. Yes, ma V,” Pepper obeyed as Victoria hung her fingers on his ear.

“And you-“ Victoria pulled back and looked at me. Her hands cupped my face to meet her eyes. Vickie saw all. It was hard to keep anything from her. “Such a rare beauty like Mon. No wonder they kept you in their clutches. These boys better be wine and dining you til the ends of the moon.”

I chuckled against the cold wind. “I’m well looked after, Vickie. It’s so nice to see you again after all these years.” She smiled and squeezed my face once more.

“What? I'm the last cause I’m your son?” Speedy pouts and Vickie waves him down.

“Come around that car, boy. Is that any way to greet your only mother?” Victoria said as she embraced her beloved son for the longest time. Tears went down both of their eyes. I saw a wall leave Speedy’s heart just for a moment. Like the ice barrier was warmed by Vickie’s eternal love for him.

After they break from their reunion, she grips Pepper. “Come on. Let’s get you out this cold. No child of mine will be shivering on my watch. Cai- my bags, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” they both said. We quickly piled in the Jeep as her bags were safely stored away. I ended up in the passenger seat because Pepper took my seat next to Victoria. Before Speedy pulled off, he checked my seatbelt out of habit. It was a small gesture, but it relaxed me for the rest of the car ride home.

We stopped at Trader Joe’s. There was one on the route to our flat. When Speedy stopped the Jeep, he naturally opened the door for his mother first. She smacked his head and Pepper and I had to hold in our laughs.

“Boy, aren’t you dating? I raised you better than that.”

Vickie was more a chivalrous woman than any man could claim. She set a standard for her son to treat women with the upmost respect. Especially Black women. She knew of a world that wasn’t too kind to women of this particular race. In this particular circumstance. Always ridiculed for not being the prettiest or the thinnest. Not having European beauty standards that was at the forefront of every T.V. station and magazine. Vickie’s complexion was lighter than most, but her identity was always Black.

She raised her son to see Black women more than what the media has bad mouthed or watered down. Never to sexualize a Black woman too early. Understand what’s in their mind. What’s going on in their heart. To seek wisdom from them. And when dating a Black woman, show affectionate and gentle kindness in every action necessary. She raised her son to see princesses and heirs to every Black woman he dated.

“Ow, Ma. Alright, I got it.” Speedy reached for my door handle and I held my breath. His amber eyes lifted at me as the door went flying. My heart was ready to leap out of my chest. “My lady?”

It took a minute to find my voice. “Oh… t-thank you.” I exited the Jeep with his hand guiding me to the ground. We stared, trying to find each other's souls once more.

“Okay, come on now.” Vickie instructed as she already had a basket and threw her purse in. I blinked and realized how much her and Pepper were ahead, arms adjoining. “Let’s get the cornish hen before it’s all gone.”

In the store we went to, I was aware of the groups that broke off into finding what we needed for tonight. Pepper and Vickie were looking for items for the main course. Me and Speedy were looking for side dishes.

I stumbled on this pasta out of a box Monica made all the time for any cookout, reception, and art event. It was fool proof. I chuckled silently, picking it up and reading the back ingredients.

“Found something good?” Speedy crept up from the side with curiosity.

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Remember this pasta salad?”

He grabs the box from my hands and laughs. “How can I not? It was at every game function we had. How people didn't get tired of it is beyond me.”

“It was Monica,” I shrugged. “Less was more for her. It worked and it was gone after every event.”

He eyes the box some more and shakes it like a prize would pop out. “I don’t know. Think we should get it?”

I lifted my shoulders once more. “It wouldn’t be a Mystique meal without it.” I frowned at the flavoring though. I couldn’t stand the ceasar dressing option. I backed up to see the Italian version was all the way on the top shelf. I eyed it before stretching my limbs as high up as I could.

“Moggie,” Speedy says. My head turned back, looking at him snickering through his hands.

“What?” I said, still trying to grab it. My fingers brushed the top before my weight was lifted off and I was at eye-level with the shelf. My legs were balancing on Speedy’s shoulders as he boosted me up to grab the boxes I wanted. My head shifted down in shock.

“Why are you freezing? You’re not exactly 9 anymore. Hurry up.” Speedy struggled to secure balance with both our weights. My hand went moving, grabbing all the Italian boxes I could until we both went crashing down. We froze then laughed obnoxiously off impact.

“What on earth?” Vickie asked as she saw the scene of boxes scattered across the floor, and me and Speedy responsible for it. She shook her head. “I swear- some things never change. Let’s go before they kick us out. This grocery store actually has class.”

She rushed off to checkout as Pepper taunted behind her with you’re-in-trouble faces. Speedy swept the falling boxes off both of us. His hand went up to my face swiftly and pulled my chin towards him. He looked, almost if he wanted to….

“Sir- you’re going to have to pay for those.” A rude worker shouted with a broomstick.

“That’s fine,” he replied without looking her way. He sighed and brushed his clothes off. Whatever moment drew him near, it was gone. He held his hand out to me. “Ready to go?”

“Yes.” I took it. Him helping me up shook my conscious mind awake. I had to remain in the present again. We gathered the remaining boxes we dropped. “I’m ready.”

My room looked like Christmas barged into my space and threw up the North Pole along with it. It was heavily themed with red and green patterns along the bedding and walls. I was in the mirror, putting on my earrings as the last accessory for this evening. I thought I looked fairly nice. Nothing dramatic. Just a velvet maroon vest and trousers to match. Boots were black. I didn’t want to look like a plum all the way. There was a slight knocking just outside my door.

I turned around to Vickie dressed in a beautiful emerald gown that hugged every curve of her body. Her hair curled to perfection and the jewelry sparkling white diamonds.

“Ma V, wow! Look how beautiful you are.” I got up to hug her so tightly. Her scent of cinnamon and jade was flaring through my nostrils.

She waved as we sat down on the bed. She patted my hand rapidly. “Nonsense. Wait until people see you, our boys might be in the fight for their lives.”

I smiled down. “If you say so.”

“Mahogany Green-“ Vickie stares into me like my own mother would do. “What’s gotten into you? I see what’s going on with you and Cai. Why do you think I made y’all shop together? ”

I shake my head. “He’s just-“ my mouth closed. I had to correct myself. Victoria did not need me defending her own son. I smiled. “We’re figuring it out.”

“Mmmmm,” Vickie pressed her lips together. “Figuring it out. I know he loves you. And you love him. What else is there?”

I felt like this was the time to be honest with Victoria. She was the only person I could trust to lend on. Aside from my own family, she took me in without hesitation. There’s a lot of ways we’re alike and a lot of ways we’re not. But one thing stood certain. We both loved Speedy very much.

“So,” she tried to gather all the facts. “He thinks you shouldn’t contact this Marvel girl right?”

“That’s correct,” I sighed. “Even after I explained that I wasn’t doing this to make her happy. Frankly, I don’t care how she feels. I want to save the gallery on my own accord.”

“Head strong like Mon too,” She giggled. “He should’ve known better than that. Well, I understand completely. But you know-I’m not the one who you gotta convince.”

“But what else can I do, V?” I asked, hopelessly. “He really believes that I will neglect myself if I go through with this.”

“Then prove him wrong.” Vickie said, shaking my shoulders a bit. She looks at the door and smirks. “Maybe it’s my fault in how I raised him, but Cai always believes in results. Telling him won’t do no favors.”

This I knew, but I was afraid of acting on my own. Now, I know I have to. Speedy wasn’t going to believe my word on something this trivial. I had to show him that I was strong enough to face my demons head on without him worrying about me. Speedy is and will remain to be my protector. But he can’t protect me from myself. This is a journey I will have to fulfill by my own merit.

“Enough about that boy,” Vickie waved her hand and pulled out a velvet box from behind her. “Merry Christmas Moggie.”

“What?” I was in shock as she placed the long blue velvet box in my hands. “V you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Hush up and take the present, Moggie Green.” Vickie almost looked offended. “Like I wasn’t going to thank you for booking me this flight to see my boy.”

I wiped my eyes before the tears fell. “Well, that was really for me, anyways. They’ve been smothering me since we moved here. I needed a friendlier face.”

“Ahhh, that’s my girl.” Vickie joked and pinched my cheek. “You’ve always been my favorite. Don’t tell Cai.”

“Don’t tell me what?”

Speedy peeked in, all dressed up. He wore an orange velvet blazer and a red silk shirt underneath. It was patterned and loud. But he dared fashion the best. His trousers were dark and his sneakers were low orange Retros. He looked so good. I got a whiff of his newest Bath & Body Works Men collection that was mysteriously left in his room. I knew that scent suited him perfectly. Mahogany Teakwood. His expression rang wide as his eyes landed on me. He tried not to make it obvious, but he seemed fixated on my choice of dress tonight.

Vickie noticed too. She smiled and patted my shoulder, taking this time to bow out. She gave Speedy a side kiss before swiftly leaving the room. His eyes found me again as he slowly walked towards me.

I fidgeted my rings. “Your mom was just thanking me with this gift. I told her she didn’t have to get something…” Speedy sat down and his face was inches away from mine. I lost my wording a bit. “S-so expensive.”

“You should open it,” he said, handing me the velvet box between us.

“Okay,” I nodded. I was excited to know what it was exactly, but it was off putting for Speedy to not objectify. What was he thinking? I really wanted us to be in sync again. As I lifted the box, the case revealed a beautiful tennis bracelet laced with colorful gems decorated along the sides. I look at him, dumbfounded.

He nudged me. “Turn it over. She had it engraved.”

Dearest Mahogany Green, my beloved daughter to be.

-V

Tears ran faster than I could catch them. It was the highest honor Vickie ever gave me. Especially after her only daughter, Valerie. I couldn’t believe she took the time to have this made. But it made my heart soar. She saw me as family. More importantly, a daughter. All things I always knew, but it hits differently when it’s literally written down right in front of me.

Speedy helps me put the bracelet on and we smile together. He touches my face, tears be damned. He brings me closer than I anticipated. My heart was already leaping out of my chest.

“Shit… all I wanna do is kiss you,” he mumbles under his breath. “Will you let me do that?”

He never asked me before, but I understood why. I wasted no time giving my verbal consent. “Yes. Please ….. kiss me Speedy.”

Our lips collided and we exploded. My hands were moving so quickly through his hair. He pulled me into his lap, cupping my ass firmly. My senses were going everywhere. Nothing else mattered. We were back in our infinite bubble. It wrapped around us warmly like a welcoming cocoon. We can lose so much time being confined like this, just us two. I felt him. I mean-really felt every emotion pass through me like waves riding on the surface. As the crash de-escalated them.

Speedy blamed a lot of things on him. He tends to do that when someone he truly loves is hurting. He didn’t want to push me away, but in his mind, there was no choice. He couldn’t bear to see me how I was. It brought his own fears, his own triggers, dealing with his mother. His greatest fear was losing someone he cares about. So he sabotaged a lot between us to come to terms with what happened back then.

In the art gallery.

“Speed-“ I broke off his lips for a second, trying to gather oxygen.

He looked down, breathing heavily too. “I know… fuck.” Speedy’s eyes poured into mine. He gripped me harder. “Moggie, I need your forgiveness.”

Time started up again as I stared back into the eyes of my longest friend. It zoomed past memories of us growing up. From grade school to high school. All the times, he was over my house. Or I was over his. Between studying, doing nothing. Speedy was wrapped around so many of my core memories, it was hard for me not to relate to him. I knew his character long ago and nothing was ever different from the boy who helped me balance my first bike ride. Life with him was never a bore.

“I forgive you.”

He rushes to press his lips against mine. He brings me down with him as we both lay across the bed.

“I’d never deserved you,” Speedy tells me. “But somehow it’s like you’re my other angel that walks alongside me.”

“Funny,” I giggled quietly. “I was going to say something about that to you.”

His eyebrows creased. “I’m not kidding, Moggie. You’re going to be my wife someday.”

I gasped. Marriage was never discussed. But he said it so casually just then. He realized it too and started to get restless.

“Fuckkkkkk… . I’m ready to be inside you,” he says, taunting me.

“Shhh,” I warned, placing my fingers on his lips. He inserts them and sucks around them hard. A shiver left me. “We have guests just outside the door.” We both listened in the conversation. Pepper and his band mates were two feet outside my door.

“Where’s the cranberry sauce?” Zap shouted. “It’s not a traditional meal without the cranberry sauce.”

“If you ask me one more time-I swear to God, I will find the can and shove it up your ass.” Pepper said, deeply frustrated.

“We’ll be quick,” Speedy tried to convince me while shutting my door and twisting the lock. “You know we can be.”

“Malachi.”

“I won't pressure you. But I don’t know how much longer I can wait….” He trails along the seams of my pants and grabs my ass tightly toward him. “You sitting hella pretty here.”

My body was craving him too. But I was too timid to push myself on him. I just didn’t have the confidence to drag him down where the aching started. My eyes shifted over to his lips and they were swollen from our kissing before. My hands moved down his pants and he stopped me.

“Let me lead on this.” Speedy scooped my lowered half closer to the edge of the bed. He lowered my trousers off and my silk red panties too. I sniffed the air loudly as he touched my bare skin. The impact was powerful, but I had to hold firm.

Speedy looked for my approval before he moved on to every single step. He pushed my legs wider. I nodded. He kissed the inside of my thighs. I nodded. His lips brushed against my entrance, and his eyes were on fire. They never left me. I nodded. And I nodded again. Until I had enough.

“Just fuck me!” I screamed out in frustration.

He laughed against my clit as he wasn’t expecting such a bold response. “Gladly.”

He rose up and lowered himself down after removing his pants. He didn’t bother to pause and roughly put it in. The pressure was too much but I didn’t care how long he had to try to push through. I needed him. I thrusted upward and he slid easily in. We moaned off the breakthrough.

His strokes were strong. He didn’t care to be gentle. I gave him enough consent that he was able to be himself. He sucked my neck off like he was trying to stimulate my nerves again. It worked. He did. Tingling and jittery I was reaching the end. He grabbed me tighter as we both battled each other for the lasting climactic orgasm.

“Fuck. Fuck!” I lost. I came first and was riding the aftershocks after Speedy came too.

He collapsed on the side of me, saying. “Never make me wait that long again.”

I smiled so widely at the ceiling. “Never again.”

We emerged from my room like two troubled teenagers. We checked each other’s clothes before exiting the hallway.

“Wait, your lip.” I whispered to Speedy as I wiped my lipstick residue off him.

His smile was so kiddish. “Thanks.” He grabs my hand and lingers. I shooed him away before his ways got us back in trouble again.

Pepper saw us first. He had a drink in his hand and was talking to Elliot, who had his back turned. He pushed past Elliot instantly and came to dap up Speedy.

“My bro,” Pepper congratulates him. “Finally.”

“What?” I scoffed. “You can’t be serious.”

“Moggie, you can’t begin to imagine how much I've been nagging his ass,” Pepper explained. “But he worked it out. Nicely done.”

“I need a cigar,” Speedy exits, going to the cigar case left on the fireplace.

“So you knew exactly where we were?” I asked him, taking his drink out of his hands. He knew he shouldn’t be drinking. Not in his condition. I downed it in one sitting before he could protest.

“Correction,” He mocks me. “I knew exactly who you were doing.” Pepper jokes and I smack his shoulder, sitting his empty cup on the counter.

“Now, since everyone is here,” Vickie started to say, eyeing us. I look at the ceiling. I didn’t want to feel any more awkward than I already did. “Let’s eat.”

Pepper pulled me closer to his waist and I started noticing his attire closely. He went with a more settled formal wear. A mesh white shirt with tiny red and green gemstones shining around the stitches. His black trousers were flared and striped like candy canes. His socks had actual candy canes on them.

“I’d like to make a toast, if you don’t mind.” Elliot stood up after we all took our seats. We all had white wine (Vickie’s choice of poison) except for Pepper. I made sure it was something sparkling. He held out his glass and raised it above his head. “This is my last tour with you guys. After the holidays, I’ll be walking into the doors of the most prestigious record company.”

“You fucking earned it, you twat!” Lizzie shouted in the middle of his speech.

“Yeah. Iz- man thank you for giving the Blocc PartIE a chance to come alive.” Elliot sounded like he was trying not to cry. “You took a chance on this bugger, and made all our dreams possible. And let’s admit- you’re an acquired taste.” She flicked him off. But he continues on, “But you’re stoked and brilliant. That’s with everything you’ve achieved with us.”

Lizzie blew him air kisses and nodded with sentimental satisfaction. Elliot grabs a handkerchief and makes a joke about how he wouldn’t have stood up first if he knew he was going to be this hysterical. He paused and down the wine before he moved on to Zap. Zap’s full name is Zealand Trigonibole. He’s from New Zealand. But was raised in southern parts of London.

“Zap, you Barney rubble.” Elliot said. “When Iz first scouted you, you couldn’t even get the tempos right.” They both laughed together like two heartbeats. “But you worked hard and pulled through. Cheers mate.”

“Cheers,” Zap repeated, lifting his glass. “It’s been a hellish ride, bruv.”

Elliot turns to Pepper and breathes heavily. “What isn’t to like about this lad? For bloody sakes, he knows his way around a guitar.” Pepper waves him off, not wanting to be recognized. “No no… Pep, they need to hear the countless hours you’ve pulled through. And I know it wasn’t easy, especially for you.”

I tried not to get misty-eyed during Elliot’s speech. I knew there was a lot Pepper hadn't said. Between the late rehearsals and the early doctor visits. Between being able to move one day, and bedridden the next. But he carried on because he promised them. This band in the past three months we’ve come to know them, was his family.

“What killed me the most about Pep,” Elliot continued. “Is his bloody resilience. And that alone is an extraordinary achievement. Cheers mate.”

“Cheers El,” Pepper lifted his glass. “Don’t forget us small people when your big ass is on a billboard somewhere.”

“Never that, mate.” Elliot smiles as they strongly hug across the table. “Never that.”

When things settled down and the main course was finished, everyone was silently chatting amongst themselves. Until Pepper and Speedy gathered everyone in the living room. Among the biggest Christmas tree they could find, there were presents all around.

“Happy Christmas, as the blokes would say.” Pepper said to everyone. “I gotta admit I was questioning London for the longest time. Didn’t know if an American boy like me could fit in, you know.”

“No worries, mate.” Zap smiled. “We forgive ya.”

“Fuck you, Zap.” Pepper laughed wholeheartedly. “But what I’m saying is that-“ His and Speedy’s eyes cut to me and now my curiosity has sprung. I inched further into the room before he finished with, “I could really see London being a permanent home.”

“You mean it?” I asked him. Pepper walks over to me and hands me an white envelope. I looked around at it and saw its address was somewhere different. He nods to open the seal. I do and my hand is holding a set of keys that dropped from within the package.

“How’d you like to move to a quiet home in Hallow?” Pepper asks me. “It’s two stories tall and it’s a bit of a fixer upper but-“

I leaped in his arms and almost dropped everything. We’re staying here. It wasn’t a dream. Pepper bought a house under my nose and waited until Christmas to tell me. It was the most beautiful gift ever given.

“We can view it after the holidays,” Speedy said. “There was a really nice elderly couple who were the previous owners. They’re looking to relocate and you’re going to laugh, to America.”

“What are the odds of that?” I glanced at the keys once more. “So how close is the clinic and art gallery?”

“Not far. That’s the best part.” Pepper pointed out. “Everything is within walking distance and it holds that small town charm like Mystique.”

“I can’t begin to thank y’all,” I hugged them both. “I really enjoyed being here.”

“We know.” They both smiled and pulled me closer.

“And Vickie okay with- I mean, you told her right?” I whispered to Speedy.

“Ha,” She laughs from the kitchen as she brings a tray of her famous sugar cookies. I swear she has sonic ears. “Who do you think put money up for the down payment, little one?”

They were scheming with Victoria this whole time and I never knew. I was so worried about their decisions in staying. This last conversation we had about it wasn’t fairly good. It was only natural to think of it not being possible. Speedy was worried about being away from his mom so many miles. Pepper was doubting about fitting in with the culture changes. I never thought this would’ve been the end result. But they pulled through. Because they loved me. I could never hide my truest desires from them.

“Happy Christmas, Moggie.” They sang in unison, kissing each cheek on my face.

My arms hung over them both as I soaked in all the love that constantly rang through my ear drums. “Happy Christmas, my rose-colored boys.”

[reallyromealone]

can i request again? :'))

If you're free can you do the bonten men reacting to their boyfriend wearing their hoodie looking all cute while sleeping? ( With nothing underneath;) ) I want to see how they would react lol

So I'm assuming you mean like the separate members lol

And sure dude you can request as much as you want, it's encouraged here lol

Warning: kind of nsfw

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MIKEY

Mikey was exhausted as he came home early in the morning, having spent the night dealing with Bonten and just wanting to pass out.

Walking into the bedroom he scanned the darkness till he saw a leg on the bed and trailed up to see (name) his sweet husband snuggling the pillow, blanket abandoned while in Mikey's hoodie and judging from the lack of boxers peeking out (name) was only wearing that hoodie.

Mikey stared at the other unapologetically, he was tempted to wake (name) by doing...activities but he had yet to sleep so he just pulled the blanket gently from (name) and slotted himself in there instead, looking at his adorable husband who snuggled into him more.

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SANZU

Sanzu knew he was late.

And for once?

He felt bad.

Specifically because this was a date night with (name), the two being less than social people and Sanzu being as lovable and sweet as a cactus, date nights usually were a very private affair.

They hadn't had a date in a minute and Sanzu knew (name) was excited but he has gotten caught up with a poker game with Bonten, he knew (name) would be upset.

Walking into the luxury penthouse he saw the rose petals and blown out candles and walked to the livingroom where there were two cakes set out and a bottle of champagne and (name) snuggled into the couch wearing nothing but one of Sanzus sweaters, leg bent up a bit to give Sanzu the show of the other wearing his sweater he was naked.

Sanzu sighed and lifted (name) up into his arms and brought him into the room and layed him down on the bed before snapping a few photos.

He wasn't outwardly expressive with his affection but he did care about his adorable lover

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KAKUCHO

"You know not to wait up for me, you're awful at staying up at night" kakucho teased his sleeping lover who looked so peaceful before lifting him up.

The scarred man smiled when (name) shivered as his entire bottom was exposed "your fault for sleeping like this darling"

Situating (name) into bed, kakucho got himself ready as well and taking a shower.

"Kaku...?"

That's what he heard when he came back, the sweetest sound ever "yeah baby it's me, go back to bed"

"Ok..."

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TAKEOMI

Homies back gave out trying to carry you to bed

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MOCHI

Mochi knew (name) could be a little lazy and often wore comfy clothes so when he came home to see (name) passed out on the large beanbag chair in nothing but mochis hoodie he was visibily empassive.

Internally though? He was loosing it in a good way.

His super cute and hot boyfriend was naked in only Mochis hoodie and out cold and then Mochi thought about the fact that if (name) was naked then that meant everything was touching the sweater.

And at that moment Mochi decided to A) buy more sweaters that were soft and comfy for (name) to steal and b) to go take a really cold shower.

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KOKO

He had been staring for half an hour, the others wonderful legs on display as he snuggled into one of kokos soft fuzzy hoodies and at this moment Koko was thankful that (name) hated wearing pants to sleep because he got little slip of (name)s ass and... Other things.

He could die happy just staring at (name) honestly.

"Koko...?"

"Shhh go back to bed baby, don't worry"

And with that Koko took a nice butt pic and went about his day.

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RAN

Ran was a pervert.

He was unapologetic about it too.

Seeing (name) sleeping on his stomach in Rans hoodie?

He couldn't help himself when he bit his boyfriends ass playfully.

"RAN!" (name) screeched out as he jolted up, Ran looking unashamed in himself while groping the other "what? You're laying here all defenceless!" He said smoothly "so cute and sweet"

"Makes me want to r u i n it"

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RINDŌ

He didn't know what to do.

There (name) was, laying on his bed in his sweater looking fine as hell and he just blue screened at the sight.

He stood there for a few minutes, debating on what to do.

Being the sadistic bastard he was he decided to wake (name) the only way he could.

By smacking his ass.

He wasn't expecting a moan.

"Well...good morning"

"Rindō... You asshole"

[imaginedreamwrite]

Enjoy a random thought/drabble that popped into my head

“Sir,” a knock at the office door had broken Ari’s concentration and he’s raised his head to see one of his pack members stepping inside, “your luna-“

“Yes, my darling Sweetpea,” Ari had grinned at the mere thought of seeing you today after you’d gone a few counties over to meet with a potential client, “where is she?”

“She’s not…here.” The lower pack member has faltered as he spoke to Ari, stuttering almost.

“Where is she? Where is my luna?” Ari had pushed himself to stand, his fingertips touching the firm top of his desk. “Do you know where she is?”

“She’s at home, sir. She…got back safely but she brought back something…”

“Something?” Ari was already in the motion of grabbing his keys and his plans for the menu changes, tucking both in his hands and under his arm respectively.

“The client she helped gave her a gift, a thank you really but…”

“A gift? Another creature gave my luna a gift?” Ari’s cool composure had flitted for a moment, and the tension lingering underneath had risen.

“As a platonic thank you, alpha-“ Ari had clapped his hand on his pack members shoulder, his steely gaze locking on the other werewolf’s.

“Find me the creature and his name. I need to welcome my luna home.” Ari had stepped by and stalked throughout the restaurant to where his car was parked out front.

He had driven with his mind on you, entirely focused on what kind of gift he was expecting to see in your possession when he had gotten home. There was a surreal wonder afflicting him that was rooted in concern and curiosity.

Some creatures were far more innocent in nature than others, while a few had ill-will in every action.

Ari had parked his car in the estate driveway upon reaching home, and had sparsely yanked his keys from the ignition before he had darted toward the front door. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before he had entered the home and called for you.

“Luna! My Sweetpea-“

“Ari!” You chirped from around the corner, your eyes giving you away. “You’re home!”

“The gift, Sweetpea…” He had set his things down and fixated his attention on you. “What did this creature give my luna?”

“Ari, Ari please…please promise me…” you had grown worried, your bottom lip trembling as you approached him, your hands resting on his forearm.

“Why are you crying, Sweetpea? Baby, don’t be upset.” His offence immediately fell and instinctual care had taken over, a soft coo leaving his lips as he tried to calm you.

“Don’t eat them, okay? You have to promise me-“

“Eat them?” Ari had looked past you toward the couch in the living room, the sight of two small fuzzy creatures on a blanket confusing him.

“I got them as a gift and at first I was confused and then the creature said that they made good pets but better food. And then I saw the menu you were planning and-“

“Shh, shh…” Ari cupped your cheeks and tilt your head up, making you look at him. “Relax, Sweetpea. Take a breath.”

“Please don’t eat them!” You squeaked, pleading with him.

“Sweetpea…” Ari had chuckled and leaned down to kiss your lips tenderly, stealing your breath with every lingering moment. “I promise, I won’t eat your pets.”

“You won’t?” You sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve. “They’re safe?”

“Yes, baby.” He crooned, wiping your tears. “Duck is on the menu but they come from a responsible farm out of the city. These little ducklings you have, they won’t become food.”

“P-promise?” Your lip trembled and your voice shook, the state of you making Ari fall even deeper in love with you than he had before.

“I swear, luna.” He kissed your forehead quickly then pulled away. “That was your gift? Ducklings?”

“They’re so cute…so cuddly…” you grasped his hand and gently pulled him toward the sleeping ducklings.

“We should build them a pen, Sweetpea. A safe place for them to grow and give them a little pond.” Ari suggested, laying a hand on the small of your back.

“Yeah? We can?”

“Absolutely baby, and I promise your ducklings are safe.”

[frogtanii]

warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

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an - OK THE TITLE IS MISLEADING THE STORY IS NOT OVER YET SKENSM (there are 2 more official story chapters before all the endings :3) also m not the biggest fan of this chapter?? so i’d love to hear what y’all think <33 don’t forget to feed me!!

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[sirenreading]

Fire Place

(Day 5-Fire Place) of December Challenge

pairing : Frank Castle x f!reader

word count : 386

warning : light/implied smut, fluff, cuddling.

A/N: my queue messed up the other day and posted this too early so here it is (again)

gif creds @darlingshane

The two of you had a busy week, From coming back from visiting family and spending time with them to finish up at work before your vacation time. Now you and Frank sat cuddled into each other, and the tree was up; you’d lite a few of your favorite holiday candles, which now made the room smell of flannels, and the fireplace blazed in front of you.

“I’m gonna go get us a blanket,” Frank whispered into your ear. You looked out of the window to see the snow falling from the view of your penthouse window. The lights of the city against the dark sky were a sight to see.

Before you know it, Frank was hurrying back, A soft throw blanket in one hand and a pair of fuzzy socks in the other. You smiled as you got down on his knees before you, helping you pull them onto your feet.

“What a gentleman.” You pulled him by his forearm into a kiss, and he used his free hand to balance himself on the armrest of the couch, trying not to collapse onto you.

“Be careful, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“What if I can finish?”

“You wanna do this right here?”

“Why not? It’s a beautiful view and nice and warm.” The crackling of the fireplace behind him made him smile as he placed another kiss onto your lips.

Before either of you knew it, you were undressed as he was fully thrusting inside you, the feeling of his girth splitting you open as your head hit the back of the furry rug underneath you. Your boyfriend took you in a slow and passionate way, the fire still lit keeping the two of you warm from the frost on the other side of the windows.

After your orgasm, Frank laid next to you, on his chest as he placed soft kisses around your breast and neck. “Told you I couldn’t control myself.”

“Well, I’m not upset about it.” You leaned over to grab the clothes that scattered around the rug around you. Scooting over to the fire, rest your hand near it to bring warmth to your body.

“Still cold? After all that.”

“You didn’t exactly make me sweat Frank.”

“Let’s try again then.” Pulling you into his naked chest.

“Easy there cowboy- maybe later.”

[leatherednlace]

Jolene

Dean Winchester x Male reader

Tags - Drinking, Tipsy, Sad, Phone calls, Mentions of Sam x Male reader, Revenge, Kissing, Dean Winchester puts the P in A, Riding, Hickies, Dirty talk, Praise, Slow sex, Aftercare

You watch as the man of your dreams, sam winchester fall in love with a women...you out of your mind, angry, upset for him leading you on, you call Dean to take you home...by telling Dean, now’s your chance to get back at sam...

A/N - Thank the “slowed” version of Jolene for this...

Taglist - @flamencodiva @wonder-cole @superfanficnatural @that-one-gay-girl

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You took the last swig of your drink, the glass slightly cold in your hand, but the feeling was so comforting...the numbness.

“Another”

You slurred. Your eyes set on the pair in the far corner, you could already feel your blood boil, stomach turning, mouth twisting in disgusting.

There he was, hands on the strangers hips, moving there bodies to the music, he was heavily intoxicated clearly by the empty sets of glasses on the table they were once sat at.

You sigh...music filling the void, the drink making your head fuzzy with each beat. You continued watching them closely. Sam was never like this with you, his hands never travelled up your back, never wound up in your hair, lips never met yours...

Shaking your head...you had enough, you wanted more, anything.

You heard the regular knock of the glass being placed infront of you, the whiskey sat at the bottom, the brown liquor making your mouth water, you needed it.

You bring the glass to your lips, taking a swig, you feel the burn which was very addictive, your throat already revelling in the contact, but you wanted to go home, to feel those soft blankets wrap around your body keeping you warm.

Sam wasn’t paying any attention to you at all, as if you were invisible, non-existent. You could feel the usual pang in your chest, the hurt, the empty feeling, everytime you thought of him.

One of your hands steadily dove into your left trouser pocket, you pulled it out, as soon as the phone screen turned on, your eyes flicked over the 2 missed calls from Dean...why Dean?

Your eyebrows furrowed, without thinking, presumably letting the alcohol take over, you tap call. A wave of nervousness travelled across your body, hands standing up on your arm, why were you having this reaction?

“Hello?”

The deep, gruff, slightly soothing voice echoed in your ears, you couldn’t help the groan that left your lips, not only was it Dean...but his voice...

“D-Dean...”

He could already tell, a sigh sounded from the speaker, you don’t blame him, you had told him you wouldn’t get drunk, but he can thank Sam for that.

“Are you drunk?”

You nodded, but blurted out a sloppy “y-yeh”. You couldn’t help think why Dean hadn’t hung up yet, but you were glad he hadn’t, nothing ever compared to how...horrible you felt right now...

“You want something?”

You paused, to regain a somewhat “sober” state.

“D-Dean can y-you come p-pick me up...Sammy left me alone f-for some woman.”

You awaited an answer, clearly he was annoyed, not at you, but at his brother. He felt kind of sorry for you, Sam had been leading you on for all these months...it’s not right...he would treat you so much better.

“Hold on...”

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Silence.

The silence was like a heavy weight, both you and Dean keeping your eyes on the road. You tried mustering up some kind of plan to forget about Sam and what he was doing...what his deal was with kissing that woman.

But you couldn’t, every touch, every kiss, they were like memories imprinted into the back of your head, everytime you closed your eyes, you saw the way Sam was with her...he was never like that with you.

You could feel the tears brim at your bottom lids. You could feel anger course it’s way through your veins, taking over your body.

“What Sam did...” Dean paused, correcting himself “is doing...it’s not right, it’s not fair” Dean kept his eyes on the road, glancing back at you and forth to see if you were okay.

“It isn’t...D-Dean nothing’s fair...not in this life, we are hunters, we hel-“

You were cut off by Dean pulling off the road into a lay by, he couldn’t handle seeing you like this, the guilt he saw in your eyes every time he looked at you, Sam has broken you.

Parking the car he switched the engine off, twisting the keys and sliding them into his pocket. Placing a warm, comforting hand on your thigh he shook his head.

“Listen...I can’t control my brother or his actions, what he did tonight shouldn’t really be any of my concern but I can’t bare to see you like...”

His voice had you shivering, it was a comfort at this point, deep, quiet, much like a whisper but loud enough to not be. You looked to his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, smiling weakly to yourself.

You look up into his green orbs, everything stilled as if time itself switched off, if only for mere seconds. “It’s nice to know i have someone fighting in my corner...”

Your words were rather breathy, both of you close...too close to be friends. Dean’s hand squeezed your thigh, his eyes asking if this was okay...there was a slight pause as you watch Dean closely, hungry tongue lapping over his dry bottom lip.

“I-Is this okay?”

Removing his slightly warm hand from your thigh, he brought it up to cusp your cheek, pulling your face towards his own, nothing could prepare you for the way his lips crashed against your own, this wasn’t needy...this was want.

This kiss was wet, deep, everything you had dreamed of...with Sam. But what was this feeling? Butterflies? Maybe...Maybe Dean was the problem solver here, What if it was Dean all along?

Dean sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, slightly tugging on it. A whimper escapes you as Dean took charge, his tongue sliding against yours in a fight for dominance, clearly he’s won.

Soft grunts left his lips at the sounds of your whimpers, they sounded oh so heavenly. You move closer wanting to feel more, his hands pulling you into his lap. You were now situated on his lap, knees at either side of Dean’s thighs, his tongue still in your mouth.

He pulled away, eye’s now getting a good look of you, your features. “God your more beautiful then I remember”. Dean already managed to make you feel good with just words…you wonder how else he could do that.

You feel yourself blush underneath the street light, Dean chuckled deeply, clothed cock brushing against your ass. “D-Dean please make me f-feel good” you moan sloppily, hoping he would take charge of the situation and make you forget.

His hands pushed down your rather loose bottoms past your hips, your bare ass on show. You hiss at the cold air now surrounding you, hands clinging onto his shoulders as he manoeuvres your trousers and boxers.

Your cock sprung free and rested against his clothed stomach. Dean smirked knowing it was him doing this to you, making you hard under his touch.

“I’ve always wanted to make you feel good…fuck” he groans into your ear, his deep gruff voice forcing a shiver out of you. Your hands wonder down to his belt, unlooping it from it’s confines, finding it easier to unzip his trousers.

He buries his face between the crook of your neck, hiding away as he nibbles on the soft skin. One of your hands dive into his now open trousers, grazing the plump hard on he was sporting.

You pull him out, now feeling the heavy weight of it in your hands. Dean moans at the slight friction your hand gives his aching member…god he was a mess.

“I-I need to feel y-you”

You place his aching tip at your wanting entrance, plunging into you.

The low rumbling moans that leave his lips make you clench around him, squeezing him tighter, “oh my God.” Dean can’t even find the words. 

You whimper in pain, the feeling of his thickness stretching you to accommodate his size.

Chanting your name over and over, whimpering as he sinks further into your warmth, as deep as he can possibly go. He grips onto you for dear life, as if he’d loose you.

His lips circle the shell of your ear, nibbling the soft area, breath fanning against it. “So fucking tight” he groans, using his hands to force your hips up and down, bouncing away in his lap.

Holding each other, you stay connected for a little while, enjoying the moment as Dean continues his harsh thrusts, rocking his hips into your tight heat, whimpers sounded out into the now fogged-up car.

“So much better then Sammy” you groan, this only had Dean slowing his hips, now pointing his aim at your sweet spot. “Love feeling myself deep in you…balls pressed to this ass” he gives it a smack, watching your face twist with pain and pleasure.

“Thought about this for years…’bout plunging my cock deep inside your little boy pussy…”

That’s all it takes for the coil to snap, you cling to Dean, hands squeezing his skin tightly as you scream his name, your cock twitched as you released your load onto his flannel, vision turning white.

“That’s it…squeeze around me, milk m- shit” Dean cums deep within you, load after load filling you making sure you knew who you belonged too. His eyes closed tightly…you could hear him pant, hardly able to catch his own breath.

He chuckles, half blissed. His eyes watched you closely, one of his hands coming up to cup your left cheek, taking in your features.

“How was it…” he mutters.

Your too fucked out and slightly tipsy to even open your mouth, instead you kiss him to show how much this actually means to you. Dean held you against his chest, kissing back with the same amount of passion.

Sammy was now a distant thought, everywhere you looked there was Dean…this felt right.

[when-the-feet-hurt]

cw: strangulation

The feeling of a cold towel wakes Whumper up as it wipes away the crusted blood on their forehead.  They sink into soft cushions and melt under a gentle touch.

Wait a moment… they passed out in an alleyway.  Yet here they are, lying on a couch with a thin, clean blanket covering their lower half and a new shirt on their back.  Who rescued them?  Their vision is so blurry, they can’t even make out a face.  Goddamnit…  Those guys really did a number on Whumper, didn’t they?  That’s what they get for letting their guard down.

“You’re awake?  Thank goodness,” a familiar voice says.

“You…”

“You remember me?  It’s been so long…  I didn’t think you would,” the voice replies, laughing softly.

Whumper blinks repeatedly, trying to make sense of what’s in front of them, but their eyes refuse to work, everything fuzzy around the edges.  

“Can you not see, Whumper?  When I found you, your head was bleeding a lot, so I wouldn’t be surprised…  What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

They’ve grown bold since the last time Whumper spoke to them.  “Nothing.”

Whumper’s vision clears a little.  They can see the person pout a bit, sticking their bottom lip out like an upset child.  “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.”

“I got jumped on my way home.  Is that what you wanted to hear, Whumpee?”

Whumpee frowns.  “No, not at all.  I’m sorry that happened, Whumper.”  They put a hand to their chest.

Looking away, Whumper clicks their tongue.

“You may not have been kind to me before,” Whumpee continues, “but that doesn’t mean I want you to get hurt.  If anything, I was hoping we could put the past between us.”

Whumper narrows their brow.  “What?”

“I meant exactly what I said.  I want to start fresh.  I don’t want to hold any grudges or live in fear.  I want to move on.”

“...  That’s nice and all,” Whumper says, trying to push themself up off the couch, “but I’m not interested in any of that.  I’ll move on, but I don’t care about ‘starting fresh’ or whatever.  Now, if you don’t mind—” “No,” Whumpee interrupts, pushing Whumper back down.  “We’re starting fresh.”

“What the hell do you mean no?  Let me go, you piece of sh—”

Whumpee’s fingers nimbly undo the collar Whumper failed to notice and tighten it until Whumper can barely breathe.  Their hands nestle themselves just underneath the collar.  They squeeze.  Whumper claws at Whumpee’s hands, cursing themself for letting their guard down a second time.

Just as black dots begin to blur Whumper’s vision, Whumpee lets go.  Whumper hacks and coughs.  “What the…  What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.  I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting to start fresh.  Don’t you think this’ll be fun, with our roles reversed?”

Whumpee’s smile stretches across their face from one ear to the other as they snake their hands under Whumper’s collar again and press down.  Whumper scratches at Whumpee’s wrists and tries to prey their hands away, a small part of them wishing they’d bled out in that dirty alleyway.