#and i burst out laughing what an understatement lmao
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I can't do shit tomorrow until I've done some tasks that usually require a bunch of spoons so if I basically disappear for the day you know why
#it's a shame cause i only realised i forgot to draw a response to a comment like#two minutes ago#and it was gonna be a funny lil thing but i foorgooottt#and i cant just do it tomorrow because things to do#just#:(#sucks when you have things you need to do sometimes huh#but yeah hopefully I'll be back tomorrow night bug you never fuckin know with me#will probably be too busy the day after too :(#i got a health checkup or whatever i don't actually know what this is about#or what its even for honestly#just one of those routine things they want me to do or something#i dunno#maybe they're checking I'm still alive with the way this country's healthcare is#some lady was on the news like 'the wait times are... longer than we'd like'#and i burst out laughing what an understatement lmao#anyway#I'm super tired#good night
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Do you remember that ask about platonic yandere siblings Loki & Thor with a sibling who lives on Midgard? Can I request sibling!reader inviting their two brothers for Chrismas the Midgardian style? I would imagine Thor being super excited but totally clueless about the whole thing and Loki only showing up because of their sibling and other then that not wanting any part of it lmao
Yan!Brother!Thor and Yan!Brother!Loki Spending Christmas on Midgard w/Sibling!Reader Headcanons (platonic)
When their beloved sibling decided to make Midgard their new home, taking up permanent residence and choosing to live a day to day life similar to any other Midgardian in complete contrast to their godly title back home on Asgard, Thor and Loki weâre devastated. Their sibling was leaving. They were leaving their parents behind. They were leaving Asgard, the only home theyâve ever known, behind. But most importantly they were leaving Thor and Loki behind.
Out of the two, Thor was the quickest to accept you leaving. Of course it helped with you telling him he and Loki can visit whenever and are always welcomed at your new home, as well as promising that youâll visit once in a while. Not to mention Frigga did her best to ease both Thorâs and Lokiâs distress over the new change. As much as Thor still didnât like the whole thing he was more tolerable of it now. But Loki was a different case.
Loki absolutely detested your moving to Midgard and abandoning your family, abandoning him. His dislike for Midgard and the Midgardians that inhabit it was already pretty bad but now itâs pure unabashed hatred for the place and people that took his beloved sibling away from him. He is somewhat happy that you said he was welcomed to your new home whenever but it doesnât fix anything for him whatsoever. You shouldnât need a ânew homeâ not when you already had one to begin with. To say heâs salty is an understatement, Loki is extremely sulky and resentful of the entire thing altogether and nothing could make him come around to it. The only thing that would make him truly happy is having you back home where you belong.
Also, when Loki first learns about you leaving to Midgard he wholeheartedly believes youâre leaving because of him and his âGod of Mischiefâ antics. There would no doubt be a moment of him bursting into your bedchambers on Asgard, a sobbing and inconsolable mess begging you to stay, that heâll be good from now on if it means you wonât leave him. He doesnât care how weak or pathetic he looks and sounds, youâre the only one he ever felt he could allow himself to be this way with because he knew you wouldnât judge him and you sure as hell wouldnât tell a soul about it. Even if you did find him pathetic yourself, you at least didnât utter a word regarding it.
It takes a lot of getting use to now that they donât have you around. They both miss talking with you, laughing with you, running around and playing games with you (even if all of you were too old for playing games, it was still very much a part of your lives). Thor is a sulking mess, not nearly as boisterous and shining as he was before. Loki doesnât even feel like playing tricks on any one, let alone Thor and keeps to himself more than ever, barely leaving his own bedchambers unless Frigga comes to drag him out herself.
Speaking of Frigga, she is very much the glue that keeps both Thor and Loki from letting their despair swallow them whole. She assures them that you are doing well, that you are safe and happy but it doesnât change their moods too much. It does ease them some but it also leads them to miss you all the more. They wish you were safe and happy with them here on Asgard. No matter how frustrating and unwilling either are to pull themselves out of their funk, Frigga never ceases to do what she can to keep them from dwelling too long in the dark.
Itâs slow and little by little but eventually Thor is getting back to his usual self and Loki is getting back to his old mischievous habits, albeit theyâre a tad bit more cruel but itâs something. It isnât until Odin announces that youâll be making a visit to Asgard that they both perk up more than ever since youâve been gone. Neither can conceal their excitement at being able to see, talk, and touch you. Just being able to be in your presence again has both Thor and Loki ecstatic.
When youâre finally there in the flesh with them again itâs the reunion that all of Asgard had been waiting for with bated breath. Thor canât help himself and immediately engulfs his precious sibling in a bone crushing hug but they happily accept it having missed him and his infamous hugs. It feels like forever before heâs made to let go courtesy of Loki wanting to finally greet his beloved sibling after being a part for so long. He envelopes you in a hug too, not nearly like Thorâs but itâs still a tight hold. He keeps it more under wraps than Thor had but just wait until thereâs no one else around and heâll be latched on to you like a second skin.
It feels so good to have the three of you together again. Frigga and Odin canât help but admire the wholesome sight before them. Their little family was back together again and it felt so right.
During their siblingâs entire visit, Thor and Loki are attached to either side of them the whole time. Neither of them step away for any reason and everyone around knows better then to try and pull them away. If someone were to be idiotic enough to try, Thor and Loki put them in their place without hesitation. Nothing is keeping them from missing out on getting to be with their precious sibling again after whatâs felt like an eternity without them.
It isnât until the very last day of their visit, maybe even right before theyâre about to leave, that they invite both Thor and Loki to spend what the Midgardians call âChristmasâ with them at their new home. Neither Thor or Loki are sure about what this âChristmasâ is but the way their eyes lit up and the smile that spread across their lips showed just how much this âChsirtmasâ thing was to them. And who were both Thor and Loki to refuse an invitation to spend even more time with their beloved sibling. Even if Loki could careless about Midgard and the Midgardians, he wouldnât miss out on this if it meant so much to his sibling.
Thor and Loki would show up a few days in advance before actual Christmas Day just to spend some more time with you and get a feel for what this whole âChristmasâ thing was exactly. Thor is excited to not only get to see and be with you but also to take in everything. He may as well be jumping up like a toddler hyped up on sugar. Meanwhile, Loki couldnât be more uncomfortable and disgusted from what heâs seen so far of Midgard. This was the place you left them and Asgard for? It doesnât look like much at all, let alone something worth your time.
Once they are at your home and in your company they are greeted to bright lights, an array of odd decor, and a tree heavily decorated from stump to treetop with various shiny and dangling things as well as more lights and some sparkly stuff called âgarlandâ. It really is a sight to behold never having seen it before and it certainly appears that you went all out for it. Thor is absolutely captivated by everything he sees and he wants to touch it all but the first ornament he reaches out for breaks within seconds. Meanwhile, as taken aback as Loki is he still isnât too fazed by it. Honestly you could have all of this and more back home on Asgard. He doesnât really care about the bright lights, or shiny decorations, or even the stupid ridiculous tree (he of course wouldnât tell you that). All he wants is to spend time with you and convince you to come home.
After they get all settled you tell them all about what Christmas means to Midgardians and the traditions they follow in regards to it. Thor is all ears, completely captivated by each and every word you say explaining everything. Meanwhile, Loki is also listening intently but heâs much more subtle about it. He still doesnât get it but if youâre so invested in it then heâll be along for the ride he supposes.
You tell them all about the foods and deserts they make to eat on the special day, the songs they sing, the cartoons and shows they watch, and last but not least the gift giving that takes place. Everything so far has had both of their attention but that last one about gifts is what really gets them. They didnât bring you any gifts. They hadnât thought about it. You didnât say anything about gifts. Okay, now theyâre both inwardly panicking cause theyâve come empty handed. Loki could of course use his magic to give you something but Thor is at a loss. He may even pester Loki into conjuring something up for Thor to give you. But they have a few days to come up with something, right? Thatâs plenty of time!
The days leading up to Christmas are spent showing both Thor and Loki around Midgard and to your favorite places. You make the point to tell them that around this time of year things get much more hectic then they usually are but you donât mind too much, if anything you like watching the hustle and bustle. But both Thor and Loki look and feel so out of place, theyâre grateful they have you to guide them but they feel completely out of their element, especially Loki.
Christmas Eve is when you spend the whole day prepping for the Christmas Day feats you have planned and what feast itâll be with Thor there. Both Thor and Loki help where they can with what they can but Loki is the one who ends up doing the better job out of the two only because Thor either ends up breaking something or burning something but heâs content doing whatever as long as heâs involved. Although inevitably the two make a contest out of whatever it is theyâre doing, especially if itâs the same task.
Both Thor and Loki are appreciative and happy when you add some Asgardian traditions to the mix, whether with some of the foods and goodies you make or maybe even in some of the home decor they hadnât noticed before. Theyâre both very relieved that you havenât completely cut Asgard out of your life and you have things that remind you of them and your old home.
When it comes time to bake cookies and decorate them, Thor canât wait. Heâs making all different shapes and sizes, decorating them all over the place that by the end of it heâs covered in an array of icing, sprinkles and probably some odd bits of cookie dough. Loki somehow manages to stay clean and pristine through the whole process, not only that but all his cookies are immaculate and even. It may result in a bit of quarrel between the two but youâre able to calm them down.
If you were to wipe some icing on or sprinkle some sprinkles on Loki then heâd just accept it but there will be retaliation and heâll do the same thing to you. Of course Thor gets involved and by the end of it all of you are more decorated with icing and sprinkles then the actual cookies are.
When met the aspect of wearing matching pajamas or sweaters, Thor is absolutely all for it. Loki takes a bit to come around to putting either on and when he does he does so begrudgingly but really he actually likes it. Especially since you picked them out. If you were to have made the pajama or sweaters yourself then both Thor and Loki would treat them like the most precious and fragile things in existence. They would be so careful wearing them, doing their absolute best to keep them in good condition.
If their sibling were to have gone out of their way to get a small Christmas tree and a few little decorations to put on it so that Thor and Loki could experience decorating a tree alongside their sibling would make them both melt. Thor does his damndest to be gentle and gingerly when putting anything on the tree. He doesnât want to ruin it and in turn ruin the moment theyâre all sharing together. Loki acts like this whole thing isnât a big deal but deep down it is. Their sibling had already excitedly and impulsively decorated their home and the tree before Thor and himself got there but still wanted to share this part of the tradition with them.
It would really make Loki feel nice and warm inside that they went out and did that for him and Thor. He was working his way to warming up to this whole Christmas thing. But what would make it even better was if it was on Asgard, where the three of you, Frigga and maybe Odin could all be doing this and celebrating together like a family if only youâd come back home. To your real home, leaving this pretend one behind.
When Christmas Day is finally here, your excitement for the day is enough to get Thor and Loki in the spirit. Thor is very much more open and outwardly showing his fondness for it while. While even though Loki is willing to participate and go along with it he still isnât nearly as fond of the whole aspect as you and Thor are. But seeing you glowing with joy would keep him biting his tongue and going with whatever.
Now when you hand them their gifts that youâve been desperately trying to keep as much of a surprise as possible both Thor and Loki are excited and anxious to see what youâve gotten them, especially since theyâre pretty sure itâs Midgardian related. No matter what it is they both would absolutely cherish it to no end. Even Loki who could careless about Midgard and everything to do with it because it took you away from him would be utterly infatuated with what you gifted him. As long as itâs from you and the fact that you looked so worried about how either of them would react to their gifts, in particular keeping more of a close eye on him and his reaction specifically, that it automatically makes his gift the best thing heâs ever received from anyone.
Thor is also extremely elated with his gift. You may have to tell him what it is or how it works but he loves it nonetheless and it will become his most prized possession. As would Lokiâs gift becoming Lokiâs very own prized possession that he would keep in the safest place where only he could have access to it.
After that itâs time for your gifts. Both Thor and Loki take out the gifts they had very quickly and sloppily put together for you. Thorâs wrapping was of course messy and scrunched up but it was obvious he had tried his very best. Meanwhile, of course Lokiâs wrapping was immaculate probably having used his magic to do it for him but still it was lovely all the same. Handing the gifts off to you, Thor and Loki sit back anxiously awaiting your own reaction similar to how you had been earlier. They doth wait with bated breath hoping that you love what they rushed to put together for you.
They both got you something to remind you of not only them but also Asgard as a whole. They had even gone back to Asgard at some point and gotten Frigga to add her own gifts into the mix as well as Heimdall and a few others. As much as Thor wanted you to come back home he also realized just how truly happy you seemed during your visit when talking about Midgard and your adventures there. Asgard would always be there for you but while you were making a home on Midgard you may as well be surrounded but things to remind of your original home and the family that was there waiting for you.
Loki wants you to come back home no matter what and he would be the one to drag you back. But having talked again with mother and hearing her explain things he supposed he could wait for a bit before trying to enact any attempts at being you home. He also gifted you something that would remind you of him and of him so youâd never forget about what was there for you when you were finally over this Midgardian phase. It would be something you could always wear; a ring, necklace, bracelet/cuff, a hair piece, broach, etc. But it wouldnât be any ordinary piece, it would be fitted with the most valuable and beautiful jewel or jewels found in all of the nine realms. Not to mention Loki has definitely used his magic to do something to it to keep you and him connected without you knowing about it. Whether itâs to keep track of you and wherever you may be, or itâs had a protective spell cast on it to keep you safe, or maybe it allows him to hear and feel your heartbeat so he can feel closer to you while being so far apart.
Both Thor and Loki would freak out if their sibling were burst into tears at the gifts they got them and the people from Asgard they brought into it. The homesickness would really kick in after all of that. Thor and Loki would both rush to comfort their sibling and calm them down. If their sibling were to make some wholesome comment about family being the best gift of all or something like that it would have Thor smiling like an idiot and Loki smiling softly at them.
The rest of the day would be filled with fun and laughter. Thor would of course have to tell you about how much difficulty Loki had trying to wrap his gift for you and very loudly might I had. It would be even funnier if Lokiâs perfect and pristine gift was actually wrapped by Thor while Thorâs scrunched up and messily wrapped gift was Lokiâs actual wrapping job. Loki would be utterly ashamed that Thor threw him under the bus like that but he would get him back later. Probably with a snowball to the face cause of course there has to be a snowball fight. And making snow angels but thatâll be saved for after the carnage that takes place when the snowball fight starts up.
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GRACE! I wrote my first smut shot and I wanted you to see it, let me know if it's bad LMAO
âWhere Does My Mouth Go?â
MDNI!!!!
Dream x f!reader
WARNINGS: Degradation, Cum denial, begging, Softdom Dream, Slight overstimulation, oral (f! receiving), oral (dream receiving) throat fuckingÂ
To say your boyfriend had been having a busy couple of months would be an understatement.
With the Dream Team finally able to hang out in person, it's been back to back weeks of trips, events, and streams.
Which also means it's been back to back weeks of muffled moans and quickies, only quickies.
It's not that you were jealous of Dreams' time being spent elsewhere, you were just feelingâŚneedy.
You werenât going to go to the extreme of saying neglected but this was definitely not what you were used to. Sure, you guys had quickies before this all happened but they were usually rare occurrences.Â
So understandably you were just craving a good fuck from your boyfriend, was that too much to ask?
Today was one of those rare days where Dream was going to be home, and you decided that you were going to finally get what youâve been aching for.Â
It started out subtlyâteasing him about that time he gave you backshots in the kitchen, to light touching, and just full on brushing over his cock with your ass when you passed him in the hallway. All Dream does in response is shake his head, give you a stern look, and let out a light chuckle, which only frustrates you more.
You decide youâve had enough and youâre just going to tell him straight up what you want. Now.
You make your way over to his office, bouncing with anticipation and so distracted that you forget to send him a text, or even knock before you burst through the door.Â
You open your mouth to begin telling him your troubles before quickly shutting it as Dream whips his head around and widens his eyes in warning.
You stop in your tracks as you take in the discord call lighting up on his monitor, realizing that heâs most definitely in a meeting.Â
Dream quickly apologizes to whoeverâs on the call and mutes his mic before turning to you expectantly.
âWhatâs wrong? Did something happen?â Dream asks with concern. Surely you wouldnât have barged in his office without knocking first unless it was something extremely urgent.
âIt kind of is..â you trail off wondering how you were supposed to justify yourself, âhow long is your meeting gonna take?â
Dream looks at you with a confused expression on his face, âI donât know yet, probably another 20 minutes but if itâs important just tell me nowâ
You hesitate and debate on whether you should just tell him to just forget it and save yourself from humiliation, but you came in here with a mission.
âI need you to fuck meâ You blurt out.
You watch the emotions take over his face, going from concerned to shocked. A smile slowly grows across his face and he lets outs a huffed laugh.Â
âItâs not funny.â You hiss out with embarrassment.
âIt kind of is though,â Dream says before turning to a more serious tone, âseriously though, are you that fucking horny? You couldnât wait until I was done?â
You look at him incredulously, âIâve been trying all day! I was literally throwing myself at you but you werenât paying attention.â
Dream looks at you in silence for a moment, excitement growing in his eyes, before letting out a heavy breath.
âWell, just give me 20 more minutes and I promise you can have all the attention you want.â With that settled, Dream turns back to his monitor, unmutes his mic, and goes back to answering questions.
You canât believe he just brushed you off like that, 20 minutes was a long time to wait considering the day was almost lost.Â
You make your way closer to him, now standing next to his chair, he raises a brow before you drop to your knees and wait for him to make room for you.Â
âWait, what the fuck are you doing?â He asks after muting again. He moves his chair back, giving you enough space to fit perfectly between his thighs.
You trail your fingers up his legs and start to tug his sweatpants off, Dream raises his hips in assistance.Â
â20 minutes is a lot of time baby, why donât we just start now?âÂ
âOh youâre such a cockslut, dropped to your knees cause you couldnât wait 20 fucking minutes-â Dreamâs teasing chide is cut short by a hitched breath as you take out his already half-hard cock and begin stroking it.
You lick up the length of his shaft before parting your lips around the tip and swirling your tongue around his cockhead.Â
âCome on sweetheart, just spit on it and take me alreadyâ Dream rasps out.Â
You give in and follow his orders, letting your saliva fall which earns you a low groan. You take him in your mouth and he instinctively bucks his hips up, fucking further into your throat.Â
You add a hand to stroke at his base as you bob your head up and down in tandem. Dream moans out, the call and meeting long forgotten, as he looks down at you with a fucked out expression.
You meet his gaze and press your thighs together trying to relieve the worsening ache you feel in your pussy, goosebumps growing as your need to please him increases.Â
Your eyes water as you take him even further down your throat, getting his cock more messy as your saliva mixes with his precum.Â
âFuuuck, your throat feels so tight around my cockâ He whispers as he rests a hand on the back of your head and holds you down on him.Â
You moan around him and close your eyes, the burn in your throat and lungs lighting your nerves on fire. You pull off of him, continuing to stroke as you catch your breath. Dreamâs hand replaces your own and pulls his cock up against his stomach, giving you access to lick the underside of his shaft as you continue to breathe heavily.
You watch him as his head falls back and his eyes screw shut, his throat works as he swallows in between heavy breaths before he rubs your lips with his cockhead.
âOpen up for meâ he says, his other hand returning to rest on the back of your head, âNeed to fuck this greedy throatâ
You oblige, opening your mouth before he forces his cock back in your mouth and instantly hits the back of your throat.Â
You hum as he gags you with his length and begins fucking into your mouth with an unrelenting pace. Your eyes are watering even more and heâs pushing your head to meet his thrusts. He moves his hand to trace the stretch of your lips around his cock, admiring the way his girth stuffs your mouth full.Â
âGod youâre such a bad girl, coming in here and begging me to fuck you, now you got my cock way down your throatâ Dreams breaths are coming out shallow and labored as his thrusts begin to stutter.
âGod, I'm gonna cum, and youâre gonna swallow it all like a good girl yeah?â you feel his cock twitch at the back of your throat as you moan around him
âOh fuck-fuuuck yes, yes take it all oh my godâ Dreams hips stutter to a still as his cum floods your mouth.
You pull off and open your mouth, showing him the mess he made in your mouth. He pants and watches with low eyes as you swallow and stand up.
âWhereâre you going?â He asks reaching for you
âYou can come find me after your very important meetingâs overâ You say with a sly smile, leaving the room and nearly skipping away.
Dream follows you shortly after, storming into your shared bedroom to find you sitting on the bed, waiting for him.
âOh baby..I can tell youâre nervous, chill out Iâll go easy on youâ He taunts, making your heart rate speed up.Â
He stands above you and tilts your head up to meet your lips in a kiss. It starts off deceivingly soft before Dream completely dominates your mouth and you feel the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
âTake your clothes off,â He commands in a surprisingly calm voice.Â
Whenever you usually tease him, Dream tends to have very little patience so you were confused as to why he seemed so nonchalant about this whole ordeal.
âNo, take them off yourselfâ You answer defiantly.Â
You see a flash of heat in Dreams' eyes before he gets that blank look on his face again. He pushes you back against the bed and hikes your skirt up. He lightly laughs at what he finds.Â
âNo panties?â he lets out a tsk, âSo eager babyâ
He swipes at your pussy to see how drenched you are for him and your hips buck, trying to chase his hand.Â
âHoly shit youâre so fucking wet, its like you came from just sucking my cockâ
You whimper as he starts rubbing tight circles on your clit and trails his lips down your stomach
âI need you,â You breathe out.
Dream looks up at you, âI know, I know...how do you want me baby?â he asks with fake sympathy lacing his voice.Â
You want to press him more, want to see how far you can push him until his nonchalant facade crumbles, but your neediness speaks before you even have time to think. âI-..your mouth, I need your mouth.âÂ
He hums against your skin and you feel a smirk edging the corner of his lips. âYeah? You can do better than that baby, come on.âÂ
You whine as you grind up into his hand, searching desperately for a semblance of friction.Â
Dream shakes his head at your pathetic attempt before holding you down with more force and stopping your movements.
âNo, come on tell me, where does my mouth go hm?âÂ
âPlease Dream, I need your mouth on my pussyâ
The circles on your clit return and you can feel his breath hitting your cunt as he reaches the place you so desperately need him to be.Â
âWas that really so hard for you to say?â He bites out.
âI mean, I thought you were my chatty girl but you just sound like a pretty little slut right now,â
Youâre only able to let a whimper out in response before his tongue makes contact with your clit, sending your hips jolting up. His big hands pin your thighs open to hold you down while he slurps at your cunt, the lewd noises making you clench around nothing.Â
The choked moans you let out only fuel him further as he slides two of his fingers into your soaked hole, he pauses his ministrations on your clit to spit on your cunt before he goes back to lapping you up, the added stretch of his fingers bringing you closer to the edge.Â
âPlease- please Dream, keep going, Iâm so fucking close- oh my god i think iâm gonna cumâ Your hips are bucking up at him as you chase your release, you feel the burn of his facial hair as your legs close around him, and it only makes you moan louder as you think of the stinging reminder itâll leave behind.Â
You can feel the brink of your orgasm creeping closer with every thrust of his perfect fingers when Dream suddenly slows their pace and stops licking at your cunt to look up at you with something close to malice in his eyes.
âNo- no please, why did you stop please-âÂ
âDid you really think it was gonna be that easy?â He asks, still breathless from having his face buried between your legs just seconds ago, mouth still dangerously close to your pussy.
âThereâs no way you thought you could get away with ticking me off and being a little brat all day, did you? Guess you are just a dumb whore for me after all.â He taunts you with the anger he was withholding earlier, his cool facade broken with nothing left in his voice except pure spite.
Still, his words make you clench around his stagnant fingers and you attempt to roll your hips closer to his mouth again. Your attempts are stopped short when Dream lifts his free hand and gives a sharp slap to your pussy, causing you to flutter around his fingers as you cry out in pain and pleasure.Â
âYou never fucking learn. So needy for me all the time, I knew you were a cockslut but come on baby, this is getting pathetic,â Dream mutters, daring you to challenge him and disagree with his degrading words.Â
But he knew that this was turning you on more, this prolonged tangent he was on was only getting you more wet, adding to the torture of being edged.Â
âI think you need to beg, beg me to let you cum. Itâs only fair, plus maybe itâll teach my bitch not to fuck with me when iâm pissed offâ
âDream, please, iâm sorry, please I need to cum, if you just-â
He cuts off your attempt with a scoff and shakes his head, beginning to move his fingers again, slowly.
âYeah, that was a sorry excuse for an apology. Look if you really wanna cum, i'm gonna need more. Or iâll just keep edging you and stroke off on your face, up to you sweetheartâ
His commanding tone has you melting and begging him in an instant, the thought of him not letting you cum making your eyes well up.
âI promise I'll be good Dream please, I know I'm a greedy slut but I need you. Iâm sorry for bothering you but I just needed you so bad!â You cry out, hoping heâll take pity on you.
Dream smirks up at you before diving back to your cunt, fucking his tongue in your hole while his fingers frantically move to rub your clit at a brutalizing speed. Your pussy uncontrollably spasms around his tongue as your orgasm begins to build again.Â
âCome on baby,â He murmurs against your cunt, âCum for me, get it all messy for meâ
With his permission, your back arches and your thighs move to close around him. He takes a hand and presses down on your lower stomach as your muscles pull tight and you reach your peak. You moan his name as you cum, hips grinding against him as he lets you ride out your orgasm.
You go to catch your breath but you feel his fingers start up again. You kick your legs out in an attempt to escape the overstimulation, but Dream continues holding you down as he looks up at you with a smile.
âAw come on, you didnât really think I was done with you, did you?â
wow anon this is literally amazing wtf
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HII pls elaborate ur thoughts on svt and christmas dates since its november now and i have an unhealthy obsession with christmas LMAO (ignore if u got nothing babes its alr hehe)
naya hello lovely! here you go. these are more like christmas svt thoughts, hope you like them!
seventeen and christmas thoughts
seungcheol: lots and lots of mornings cuddles because it's cold and he'll just crush you against him as he nuzzles in the face in the crook of your neck. won't let you go even though your alarm has rung and been snoozed 3 times already. when you finally get out of his arms he is so sulky and pouty as he goes on about how cold he is now because all the warmth is gone now that you were gone.
jeonghan: ice skating with jeonghan who's surprisingly good for someone who's never gone ice skating before (def went and practiced before to impress you) and you're just holding onto him for dear life as you try not to fall. he'll take your hands and gently guide you on the ice and tell you how good you were doing. will get you something warm afterwards.
joshua: making hot chocolate with joshua on a cold winter night while he sings to you softly and will tell you cute christmas stories from his childhood.
junhui: the cold got you craving something hot and spicy and ramen seemed like the best fix. so that's how you and jun were now in the kitchen making ramen, jun watching over your shoulder until he wraps his arms aorund your waist pulling you closer to him for warmth.
hoshi: dragging hoshi out in the snow to make a snowman only for him to start making a tiger in snow...to accompany the snowman. will turn into an impromptu snow ball fight until ya'll are laughing on the floor.
wonwoo: to say your hands were cold was an understatement because they were freezing and you thought they were gonna fall off. you're desperately trying to warm your hands as you walk along the street with wonwoo to get some coffee in the morning. he notices and takes your hand in his, and puts in in his jacket coat. you lean into his touch and warmth and he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.
woozi: going out to the christmas market with woozi and everything you look at he's like "do you wanna this". but when you don't end up buying anything, he'll surprise you with one of the things he noticed you lingering and looking at longer and you're just surprised at how he noticed that you wanted that.
minghao: getting matching christmas sweaters with hao would be so funny. he'd hate the idea at first but will indulge because of you and you dragged him to the store and got some of the lamest but funniest matching sweaters. would say it was 'okay' but he did like the idea and he loved the smile on your face even more.
mingyu: making a christmas cake with mingyu with matching aprons and all and he's just having so much fun and telling you to relax while you're reading the recipe a dozen times to make sure you don't mess up. it's only when the cake is fully baked and you taste a tiny bit that you realize how much rum mingyu actually put in the cake and he just shrugs his shoulders and will feed you more telling you it's christmas as he kisses your cheeks.
dokyeom: seeing the first snow with dokyeom as you're walking back home, hand in hand and he's looking at you with the brightest smile because you're going on about how you saw the first snow with him.
seungkwan: decorating the christmas tree with seungkwan and you yall put on some christmas tunes and seungkwan is softly singing along in his angelic voice and you're just smiling as you look at him. later when it's time to put the lights on the tree, you just wrap a few lights on yourself while seungkwan is just looking at you like "what are you dong?", and you burst into a fit of laughter.
vernon: crocheting a scarf for vernon to wear since it was getting colder and colder and he was always out for his schedules. he loved it so much and would wear it every day and it was like a little token of you he could keep with him always if he ever missed you.
dino: you and dino decide to gift each other something but then one day you both see each other shopping for the other's gift đso it just then turns into a "buy me this" or "buy me that" and the whole surprise element is gone. but dino will still go out of his way and get you something extra because he really did want to surprise you.
#skye's anons#skye's writing#âď¸'s anon's#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen soft hours#seventeen drabbles#seventeen fluff#seventeen x reader#svt soft hours#svt scenarios#svt drabbles#svt x reader#svt x y/n#scoups imagines#scoups fluff#jeonghan fluff#joshua fluff#jun fluff#hoshi fluff#hoshi imagines#wonwoo imagines#wonwoo fluff#svt woozi imagines#woozi fluff#minghao imagines#minghao fluff#kim mingyu fluff#mingyu fluff#dokyeom fluff
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Together Forever! -- part 2!
Riddle Rosehearts + Azul Ashengrotto + Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader (all separate)
Tw: Yandere, obsession, forced marriage, a lil bit of stalking?
Side Note: My requests are open! I'm out of requests after this fic gets posted so feel free to send me requests and stuff! I literally can't write without requests lmao. I just wanna say thank you to everyone who has reblogged/liked/commented on my posts, it means the world to me and it encourages me to keep writing! Seeing Together Forever! get over 150 notes blew my mind and I'm just super happy you all enjoyed it so much! Thank you again and i hope you enjoy part 2!
~Riddle Rosehearts~
Riddle is conflicted about you. As he watches you from a distance, he can't help but to contemplate his emotions for you. There was this specific feeling that he would get when he looked at you and over time it felt like it was almost... slowly devouring him. What was this feeling?
Riddle had requested you to help Deuce and Ace paint the roses. You were meticulous. You rarely messed up anything he asked of you and almost always did everything perfectly. Not only that, but you were so kind, polite, and most notably, you were not afraid of him like the others.
Whenever you were there for tea parties he would always reserve you a chair right next to his. That way he can hear you better, of course!
He would ask you about your life; how you were doing at Ramshackle, how your studying was going, and other things about yourself. However, you would also ask him questions. It made him excited to think that you cared about him.
There were times where Trey or Cater made teasing comments about his attitude towards you, saying how he seemed to have a "soft spot for you" and how "red in the face" he would get whenever you complimented him. Cater had asked him if he was in love with you. Riddle immediately denied being in love with you and that if Cater wanted to be treated as nice as you then maybe he should do his job correctly. How absurd, him in love with you?
Riddle would also offer to help you with your studies. He has one of the best grades in NRC, so it was only natural that he should help you. He always tried to help you with anything else he could as well. He wanted to be near you all the time, but he also had to follow the Queen of Hearts rules.
He wants you so bad and he doesn't know why. Riddle's feelings kept growing bigger and stronger, and yet he still couldn't name what it was that he felt for you.
At least until today...
Here he was, dressed in a crimson colored suit watching you as you laugh at the antics of Ace, Deuce, and Grim. To say Riddle was irritated would be an understatement. He was about ready to burst a blood vessel watching you hang out with those three. He doesn't know how, why, or even when he got so possessive over you, but honestly right now he was too blinded by his own barely suppressed anger to question these feelings.
He knew he just needed to get you away from them.
Riddle being as open and honest with you as he was, it was inevitable that you would ask about his family life, and of course he told you all about his parents and more specifically his mother. He didn't like to talk about his parents but the way you put your hand on his arm, looking deep into his eyes with sympathy and kindness, telling him how he could always vent to you if he needed to, that you would always be there if he needed someone to talk to, made him feel listened to for the first time.
Yes, he was gonna make sure that you would always be here with him, and he knew that this "marriage event" being hosted at the school was a perfect opportunity.
Riddle didn't have to wait too long to make a move as you had left the trio on your own. You left into one of the hallways of the school and Riddle quickly followed you.
"Y/n! There's something we need to discuss."
Riddle never imagined himself lying to you, but how else was he supposed to convince you to marry him? He told you that his mother had been bothering him about finding a partner lately, and that if you could help him make her leave him alone even just for a couple of weeks, he would be extremely grateful. He made you believe that the marriage wasn't real and it was purely just for getting his mother to leave him alone. You fell for it easily, being the sympathetic and kind person you were.
He was overjoyed. The marriage went exactly as he wanted it to. When Riddle first saw you in your new outfit he was completely enthralled. He couldn't take his eyes away from you. When you caught him staring was when he reluctantly tore his eyes away, quickly saying how you looked very lovely.
He did expect you to be upset knowing he lied, and as your tears flowed down your face, he kissed them away one by one before he finally placed his lips upon yours. This was the moment he finally realized that Cater was right, he loved you. Everyday he will prove to you that he was the best choice. There is no way back now.
And to all those who may try to take you from him, it will be off with their heads!
"I love you my King of Hearts. Now, promise to never leave me."
~Azul Ashengrotto~
Azul has been watching you for awhile now. He sees potential in you, your ability to solve other people's problems, and your ability to tolerate the antics of Ace, Deuce, and Grim is truly phenomenal. Also, being on the good side of so many people in NRC surely has it's benefits. He wants to get you to sign one of his contracts as your abilities could be... useful.
Unfortunately for Azul, he didn't actually know that much about you. So he sent his two "companions" Jade and Floyd to gather information about you, as he is a very busy man and doesn't have all day to watch you himself.
After seeing you in multiple classes of his, and having gathered as much information as he could about you, he made his move. In potions class was the first time he approached you. Even though you told Azul you didn't need help, he made himself your partner and went on to help you with the class anyway, and in every class you two ended up in he would try to help you there as well, saying it was out of the "kindness of his heart".
(obviously that's a lie...)
Over time as he tried to interact with you more and more. He grew much closer to you and eventually, you started to have full conversations with him. He was ecstatic! With you finally starting to talk to him he was one step closer to using you for his own plan- I mean using your excellent communication skills to better his relationship with everyone else at the school. He just had such a hard time getting people to trust him... sigh, how unfortunate...
However over time he grew more and more curious about you. He was starting to genuinely care about your opinions, and was curious to hear what you had to say about different topics (especially if it was about him). He also realized you were intelligent, kind, and surprisingly, weren't as foolish as he first thought. Not only that but you were quite witty and amusing. He had started to take a special interest in you.
As you two talked more and became what one could consider friends, Azul realized he started to think of you constantly. He was always wondering where you were, what you were doing, and how you were doing. He was becoming frustrated, you were always on his mind and he hated it. Even at night he tossed and turned in his sleep thinking about you. He wanted you, and he wanted you badly. He needed to have you, to keep you.
Azul had tried to convince you to make a deal with him for a long time now, but you always refused to sign any contract he offered to you. You always rejected him politely saying how you didn't need his help or some other pitiful excuse. He needed you to sign his contract, he needed to make you his. He was running out of ideas at this point, he just couldn't figure out how to make you sign his contract.
Luckily, he didn't need to keep thinking about it for too much longer.
A "marriage event", being hosted at NRC? This was just spectacular!
Azul watched you from the sidelines as you talked to a couple of students. The students however were getting very... handsy with you. They kept trying to lean closer to you. You looked like you were getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He watched on as his anger bubbled in the back of his throat. He wanted to tell them off, but knowing better he held his tongue and continued to watch. Finally, you turned and quickly left the group. This was his chance, it's now or never!
Azul silently followed you out into the empty hallway you had escaped to, he approached from behind and tapped you on the shoulder.
"I saw you run from your group of "friends", did something bad happen? Go on, you can tell me all about what's troubling you."
Azul listens intently to you as you tell him what happened. He feels his anger boil once again as you describe how they were making you feel so uncomfortable. After you're done speaking, Azul tells you how terrible those people are for trying to hurt a kind soul like you.
But Azul can fix this for you... he offers you a deal, if you "marry him" at the end of this night he will give you anything you could possibly wish for, and he will make sure to send Jade and Floyd to go teach those fools a lesson.
Of course he expects you to be hesitant, but he reminds you that this whole event is fake, remember? So you're not going to be actually married, and it's just for one night so, it's not that bad of a deal, right?
Seeing how desperate you were to get those people away from you, you ended up signing the contract. Thank the Sea Witch, as Azul was starting to doubt himself there!
The wedding itself was kept short and simple. He placed the ring on your finger, and you both said your vows. Finally at the end of it all he takes you to Mostro Lounge to serve you dinner for putting up with everything. He had to admit he didn't think he would get this far, but he wasn't going to complain.
When you finally started to sway in your seat was when he decided to tell you that he had lied to you. Your shocked face amused him greatly, and when you started to cry and yell about how cruel Azul was for tricking you, he gently grabbed you and greedily placed his lips upon yours. He wanted more... He wasn't going to be satisfied with just this.
You fell to the ground not too long after he kissed you. Being the cunning octopus he was, he predicted how you'd react to the news and had drugged your food. Putting you to sleep so that he could carry you to his bedroom for the time being, and once you wake up he's sure you'll have a lot of questions to ask him.
It was for the best. You'll learn to love him eventually.
"Oh you poor, unfortunate soul. Everything you have is mine to take, including your love."
~Vil Schoenheit~
Vil really didn't think much of you at first, you were just another student to him.
But there was something about you that captured his attention. There was this... confidence about you, this hidden beauty perhaps? As much as Vil wanted to observe this hidden beauty himself he was too busy to do so, so he requested Rook to "watch you" for him.
From what Rook has told him, you were usually hanging out with Ace, Deuce, and Grim. Those three were troublemakers, noisy and disruptive, causing problems wherever they went. And here you were fixing every mistake they made. Why? He knew you could do better than them. A beauty like you shouldn't be around such potatoes.
Those three weren't worth your time, and he was gonna make you see that.
He had invited you to the Pomefiore dorm, offering to help you with your clothes and makeup, and to give you a break from those three nuisances. His main intention however was to talk to you and to get closer to you, so that maybe with you so close to him he will finally understand what this strange beauty of yours was.
You always seemed to enjoy the pampering he gave you and your talks were always pleasant. Over time, as he invited you to the dorm more, you two grew closer and closer.
He couldn't lie after you spent so much time with him, your confidence and beauty just seemed to grow. Of course this was expected. His skills in fashion, makeup, and everything else beautiful was simply remarkable, as Rook would often tell him.
However, Vil's plans of getting even closer to you were crumbled, when a certain event at NRC took place.
A "marriage event" was what it was, and apparently you were the main focus of this event. Oh, how interesting...
Vil offered to help you with your clothing and makeup as soon as he heard about it, and being so close together now, you accepted his help graciously.
He had to admit this had to be one of his finest works yet. You were god-like in your beauty, you easily outshined all the other people here, besides him of course. Graceful like a swan and head held high, he watched on in awe of his work. He suddenly came to a realization, your beauty was unmatched, you were the most gorgeous person he has ever met, and would probably ever meet in his lifetime.
He had to keep you. Only he knows how to make you shine like this, only he knows how to make you even more beautiful than this. He knew the perfect way to keep you by his side... forever.
Vil saw you chatting with a group of boys and walked up to you. He whispered for you to follow him out into the empty hallway, saying that your makeup had been smudged and he needed to fix it. He would settle for nothing less that absolute perfection.
As Vil "fixed" your makeup he gently proposed an idea. He told you how you looked stressed talking to those boys, and how you honestly just looked stressed about this whole event in general. But, he can make the night go by a little bit faster, instead of wasting your time looking for a boy, why don't you just "marry" him instead, hmm?
Of course you're surprised by his offer but considering this whole event is fake and that no one is actually getting married, his offer doesn't seem so bad. Besides Vil is a good friend of yours now, isn't he?
He wasn't too surprised by how easily you agreed, after all with how much information Rook was able to gather about your personality and interests, it was mere child's play to get you to trust him.
The wedding went smoothly as planned. Of course, Rook was there singing praises and yelling something or other about beauty. (as he typically does...)
And when you came crying to Vil the next day, shoving your phone in his face, he saw your marriage was trending on Magicam! Now the whole world knows who you belong to. And before you could ask anymore ridiculous questions, he leaned in and hushed you with a kiss.
He was doing what was best for you, you just couldn't see that yet.
"Together we will show those potatoes what true beauty is. We will be the fairest of them all."
#yandere twst x reader#yandere twst#yandere twisted wonderland#riddle rosehearts#azul ashengrotto#vil schoenheit#tw yandere
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Rose Quartz - Glacier Oneshot
Summary: Cole showâs Zane his crystal collection
Pairing: Cole x Zane
Takes Place: after season 10
Warnings: fluffy af
Word Count: 1,081
A/N: I like crystals and considering Cole is the master of earth, i think he does too lmao enjoy
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Cole excitedly ran into the living room. âGuess what I got!â He cheered, plopping down on the couch next to Zane.
âWhat did you get?â Zane asked with a smile.
âDid you spend too much money on rocks again?â Kai said, smashing buttons on a game controller.Â
âNot rocks, crystals. And yes I did. I got more clear quartz and some tiger's eye!â Cole responded, opening the paper bag he was holding. âThatâs the one that grows confidence. I wanted to try meditating with it.â He explained.
âIs there a crystal that can make you shut up?â Jay asked. He and the other ninja bursted into laughter.
âNo.â Cole muttered, getting off the couch. âEnjoy your stupid game.â He said, leaving the room.
âEnjoy your stupid rocks!â Jay yelled.Â
To say that the ninjaâs comments hurt would be an understatement. He would sit with any of his friends and happily listen to them talk about the things they enjoyed, but when he tried to talk about his crystals, they made fun of him. Of course, everyone teases everyone about almost everything, but lately theyâve been getting meaner. He sighed and went to his bedroom.Â
As he was putting his new crystals on the shelves he had for them, there was a knock at the door. He turned to see Zane standing in the doorway. âHey.â He said sadly.Â
âHello Cole. I was wondering if you could tell me about your crystals' metaphysical properties. My data files are incomplete on the subject.â He said, a small smile painted on his face.Â
Cole lit up at the request. â⌠Really?â he asked in disbelief. Zane nodded. âOkay!â He smiled, pulling a chair over for Zane to sit in.Â
He walked over and sat in the chair. âYou have a lot.â He commented, scanning the shelves.Â
âYeah⌠Where do you want to start?â Cole asked. âI can just go down the line, or if there's one youâre curious about I can start there.â He said.Â
âLetâs go down the line.â Zane decided. Cole smiled and picked up the first crystal on the top shelf. Zane always loved the way Cole smiled. It was always toothy and big. It warmed his circuits to see him happy.Â
âWell, this is clear quartz.â Cole started. He handed Zane one crystal and grabbed another for himself. âAnd this is satin spar. Most sellers call it selenite, because theyâre very similar and I guess it sells better. I donât have actual selenite yet, but I want some. They both enhance the properties of other crystals. I use them a lot.â Cole explained. A slight tint of pink made its way to his cheeks as he watched Zane.Â
Zane looked intently at both crystals. The clear quartz was a large point, while the satin spar was a small, flaky rectangle. He held them as his computers recorded the information Cole was giving. Once he was done, he set them back in their spots and Cole continued.
As Cole handed him crystal after crystal, he became happier and happier. He loved talking about his collection, and never got a chance to do it without judgment. He loved the way Zane was smiling and how he never interrupted to make a mean joke. âThis one is my favorite.â He said, picking up a large chunk of a black rock. âItâs black tourmaline. It grounds and protects you, so I use it a lot after big battles.â He rested the piece on his lap and picked up a smaller one. âI only buy it raw because itâs ugly when tumbled.â He laughed, handing Zane the smaller one.Â
âTumbled?â Zane questioned.Â
âYeah. Raw crystals are the ones that look like they came straight out of the earth because, well they did. A tumbled one is like this,â He said, picking up a crystal he already talked about. âItâs shiny and smooth. Points are these,â He said, picking up a tower shaped crystal, âAnd these are geodes, or clusters.â He said, pointing to another specimen. âThereâs also palm stones, that are basically tumbles but in a shape perfect for your hand to hold. Iâd show you one, but I keep them by my bed.â He explained with a smile.Â
Zane smiled back and Cole felt his whole body heat up. He enjoyed every moment heâd ever spent with Zane. He wasnât like the other ninja. He loved all his teammates, but something about Zane was different. He never intentionally made fun of anyone, and he always cheered Cole up. And he was attractive. âHey Zane⌠thanks for letting me talk about this.â He said quietly. âThe others⌠well you know.âÂ
âIâm glad youâre enjoying telling me about your collection as much as Iâm enjoying learning about it.â Zane nodded. âIâve been meaning to ask you about it, but weâve been busy lately.â He added.Â
âWe have been busy.â Cole commented.
âWhatâs this one?â Zane asked, picking up a pink crystal. âI really like it.â He flipped it over and scanned itâs surface. He liked the markings inside the crystal, it was like he could see how it formed.Â
âOh⌠Itâs rose quartz. I sometimes keep it in my pocket if Iâm having a bad day, or talking to you and stuff.â Cole blushed, suddenly feeling sheepish.Â
âMe? Why? What does it do?â Zane asked, confused.Â
âIt⌠uh. It calms the mind and brings peace.â Cole stuttered. He moved his gaze to his fingers before continuing. âBut itâs most known for⌠um. Promoting growth in self love and romance.âÂ
âI donât understand. Why do you hold it when youâre with me?â He asked. Cole looked up, his face covered in embarrassment.Â
âWell, I-- I kind of was--â Cole cleared his throat. âI was hoping that if I worked with the crystal more, itâd better my chances with you.â Cole whispered, nerves growing in his stomach.Â
Zane was stunned. He had no idea. He looked down at the crystal. He smiled as he thought of a response. âAre you saying you like me?â he asked.Â
âKind ofâŚ?â Cole responded, anxiety in his throat.Â
âWellâŚI canât say that I haven't thought of you romantically before.â He responded honestly.Â
âReally?â Cole questioned. He didnât exactly believe Zane, but nindroids never lie.Â
âYes. You are quite pleasant to be around.â Zane said with a wink. He scooted closer and took Coleâs hand in his. âI think the crystal is making me want to ask you on a date.â He smiled.
#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago oneshot#glaciershipping#ninjago glacier#ninjago zane#ninjago cole#cole brookstone#zane julien#zane x cole#cole x zane#glacier oneshot
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Fixation
(This is a Yandere Yelena x Fem Reader story ;)) This takes place in a Modern AU outside of the anime, and I wonât justify my reasoning lmaoÂ
TW: Coercion, !Drugging!, Manipulation, !Noncon!, !Dubcon!, Daddy kink (ehehe), spanking, sheâs a straight up Dom w her tall ass, kinda a meanie, degradation!, handcuffs!, use of sex toys!, Overstim!, size kink!, dumbification?, unwanted filming!, etc..Â
Proceed with caution! Sorry if this is too self indulgent lmao, when women (lesbians) talk to me, I become the biggest idiot to ever exist :)) )Â
Today wasnât the best day to wear a skirt.Â
Begrudgingly smoothing down the lilac fabric of your skirt, you huff indignantly. All you wanted to do was look cute for your crush, Marco, but it seems that that was too much to ask for.Â
Your white sweater, at least, keeps you somewhat warm from the harsh wind. Itâs tucked into the waistband of your high waisted skirt, and your thigh high socks push the fat of your cute thighs out slightly. The sound of your white sneakers against the pavement is drowned out by your classmatesâ loud voices, and youâre seemingly unaware of a certain black-eyed glare.Â
Seeing your classroom come into view, you hurry inside, sliding into your lab assigned seat. Eyeing the dark haired male of your dreams, you canât help but sigh pathetically at the fact that he hasnât noticed you. Up until recently, the two of you were great friends-always hanging out and texting one another. But, the moment the both of you picked up this class, everything changed.Â
Hearing the seat next to you slide open, you glance up at your seatmate. Smiling up at the tall woman, you greet her kindly, âHi, Lena! Howâre you today?âÂ
The Russian exchange student smirks down at you, as she plops onto the seat, âGood, now that youâre here.âÂ
Laughing at her gruff words, you wave her off, âYou always say that,â Zipping open your backpack, you pull out your class notes, âWhatâre you going to do this weekend?â
Her smirk widens, dark eyes gleaming, âWhy? Asking me on a date?â You laugh once more, completely oblivious to her hopeful tone.Â
âYouâre so funny, Lena,â Pulling out your pack of multicoloured pens, you start to set up for your class, âI just heard you speaking with Annie about âsomething bigâ the other day, so I became curious.âÂ
Not one to acknowledge boundaries, the blonde woman starts to play with your (hair/sweater), âIâm throwing a party, one you should come to,â Her tone leaves no room to negotiate, but you donât really notice. Nodding, you smile up at her.Â
âSounds fun! When is it and whoâs going?â Her hand trails down to your thigh, fiddling with your sock. Brushing off your mild alarm at her ministrations, you justify her actions through your cultural differences.Â
âTonight at eight. Annie and her friends should be there, same with Marco and a few others,â She name dropped the kind man on purpose, knowing your misguided infatuation with him. If only you knew how much of a pussy he is. All she did was threaten him once, and suddenly he stayed clear of you. It made her life easier, sure, but it annoyed her that he dropped you like a gutted fish. Youâre too good for that.Â
Pulling out your phone, you pull up your calendar, showcasing that you have no plans this evening, âOkay, I can go!âÂ
Her smirk grows wider than before, âGreat,â Yelenaâs accent seemingly grows thicker, her r rolling more harshly than before.Â
With that, class begins without a hitch; Yelenaâs hand still glued to your perfect thigh.Â
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Stepping out of your car, you readjust your new outfit. Keeping the thigh highs from earlier, you changed your lilac skirt for a black, body con one, along with a cropped, black long sleeve shirt that accentuates your cleavage.Â
Slamming your car door shut, you lock it with your key, before heading towards Yelenaâs luxurious flat. You can hear low music and voices from her open top floor balcony, multiple shadows moving inside her home.Â
With a fast beating heart, you canât help but hope that Marco will speak with you tonight. With that hope deep in your chest, you step inside the fancy buildingâs lobby. Approaching the front desk, you go to show them your ID, but are met with brightly smiling faces.Â
âGo on up to the tenth floor, (Your Name)! Yelena already told us that youâre coming!â Surprise overcomes your form. Why do they know you by appearance alone? Youâve never even been here before.Â
âOh, okay! Thank you,â Deciding to ignore the weird situation at hand, you head towards the lift. Pressing the button, you wait a few moments, before stepping into the open lift doors. The sleek metal walls reflect your appearance back at you, whilst you press the pristine â10â button. With a small beep, the lift begins to move, practically flying at top speed to the top floor.Â
Once at the tenth floor, the doors fly open, showing what looks to be a living room. You canât help but gawk at the large flat displayed before you. Your classmate must be quite wealthy to afford a place like this.Â
You awkwardly make your way inside, and are immediately greeted by the partyâs host, âHey, (Your Name), welcome!â Youâre side hugged by a buff arm, practically slammed into Yelenaâs torso.Â
âHey, thanks for having me!â You pat her back in an attempt to have her let you go, but instead, it seems to spur her on. She drags you towards a large L-shaped couch, which is filled by Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt. A handful of others sit at her dining room table and kitchen counter, the open concept allowing everyone to see and speak to each other comfortably.Â
Reiner glances up from the story heâs telling Historia and Ymir, a grin painting his handsome features, âWhoa, thatâs a new look for you, (Your Name)!âÂ
Multiple eyes are suddenly glued to your now self conscious form, an uneasy smile on your face, âHello, everyone.â
âDonât get me wrong, you look great! Itâs just really different from your normal, cute clothes,â People nod and agree with the large man, causing you to break out in a nervous sweat.Â
âWell, I hope I donât look too bad,â You joke halfheartedly, âI just wanted to try something new.âÂ
Yelena takes your appearance in, practically salivating. Whilst she does enjoy your usual clothing, this look fits you quite well.Â
âYou look very nice,â Bertholdt reassures soothingly, patting the spot by him, âYou can sit next to me, if youâd like.â
The short haired woman glued to your side reacts immediately, âNo, the girl needs a drink,â Annie shoots her a knowing look, which she nods to in response. Youâre practically ragdolled to the kitchen bar, as the conversation starts up once more. Once at the marble countertop, the large woman releases you in favour of pouring you a cup of spiked punch, âThis is very good. Made it myself.âÂ
You give her a bright smile, accepting the red solo cup, âCool! Iâm sure itâs delicious!â Bringing the cup to your (lipstick/chapstick/lipgloss) coated lips, you take a small sip. A burst of fruity goodness explodes on your tastebuds, making your eyes widen in surprise. You canât taste a drop of alcohol in it, âWow! This is really good!âÂ
A proud grin overtakes her lips, as she nods her thanks, âOf course it is. I knew you were coming, after all,â You laugh in response, and take another sip of the red liquid.Â
âI see! Well, you have a very nice home!â The tall woman leans against the counter, holding herself up with an arm that goes behind your form.Â
âThank you. Itâs very spacious. I find myself lonely at times,â Her large, black eyes stare down at you, trying to send you a message through them alone.Â
âOh, well, have you tried getting a roommate? Maybe the flat wonât be so empty,â She nods at your words.Â
âYes, thatâs a good idea. Would you be my roommate?â You laugh, thinking that sheâs joking. Not bothering to look up, as you take another swig of your drink, you donât see the somewhat hurt look on her face.Â
âThat would be something! Not only are we seatmates, but weâre also roommates,â You giggle some more, taking more sips of your delicious drink, âBut, your flat is a lot nicer than mine. I may take up on your offer.â
Looking up, you see her grin at you approvingly, âYes, that would be nice,â What you donât know is that her lease is almost up, making it so she has paperwork she needs to fill out. Paperwork that would look great with your co-sign on it.Â
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Three drinks in, and youâre feeling a bit woozy. Typically, youâre not a lightweight, but it seems that you are tonight.Â
Leaning your upper body onto Yelenaâs strong form, you laugh hysterically at something Reiner says, âOh my God, youâre hilarious-â You cut yourself off with a snort, causing the entire room to laugh at your cute giggling.Â
The short haired woman youâre currently using as a pillow holds you tenderly, a pleased smile on her face. The stuff Annie gave her works very well.Â
âMan, if you werenât Yelenaâs girl, I wouldâve cuffed you a semester ago!â Reiner roars wholeheartedly, slapping the leather couch below him.Â
In your cloudy mind, you barely understand the words he just said, âHaha, wha-?âÂ
Pushing your head into her breasts, Yelena shushes you, âMy poor baby is such a lightweight,â She and the others chuckle at that understatement, âI think itâs time to turn in for the night.â
Her civil way of kicking everyone out was enough, as everyone trickles out of her luxurious flat. Once the last person leaves, Yelena stands to her feet, scooping you up in her buff arms. She goes to her lift, pressing the lock input, she types in the lock code, not allowing anyone in or out of her home. Your high mind can barely comprehend whatâs going on around you.Â
She hums an unknown tune, as she goes up her steps to her master bedroom. Kicking open the door, she flips on her bedroom light with her elbow, before shutting the door with her foot. Sauntering to her California King sized bed, she lays your drugged out form on her light grey coloured sheets.Â
â-Lena, wha-â Your head lulls to the side as you giggle uncontrollably, â-Are- are we dating?â She hums in response, starting to pull down your skirt.Â
âYes, my Darling Girl,â She smooches your forehead, âWeâve been together since I moved here,â Pulling your skirtâs fabric down and off of your legs, she tosses it on the floor, exposing your pink panties.Â
âBu-but, I like Marco,â You weakly attempt to push her grabby hands away from you, âI-I wanâ Marco!âÂ
The feelings of disgust, envy, and fury overwhelm her all at once. How dare you! Sheâs always treated you so well, that spineless fucker doesnât deserve anything from you! He especially doesnât deserve your wonderful heart!Â
She says nothing, grabbing your blouse, and chucking it off of you. Your breasts jiggle at her ministrations, your bra just barely containing your tits. Seeing your almost bare, perfect body makes her pussy tingle, but her anger outweighs her arousal.Â
Settling on the bed, she grasps your boneless body, and pulls you over her knees. Youâre still muttering and questioning the validity of your relationship, all whilst saying that horrible boyâs name, causing her to cup the fat of your ass and squeeze harshly.Â
âBaby, you know better than to say those horrible things. I love you very much, and it hurts to hear you say that.âÂ
Your breasts, arms, and head rest over her left knee, as you try to look up at her stern face, âBut-â
âNo buts, you know what happens when you act like a brat,â She slaps your ass experimentally, earning a pained yelp. A small smirk covers her lips, and she hits your ass as hard as she can.Â
ââM sorry! âM sorry! I didnât mean it!â Your pleading is cute, so cute.Â
âI know you didnât, Princess. But I have to remind you of your place,â She slams her hand down once more, jolting your entire body. A shrill cry leaves your lips, as you try to move off of her lap, but seemingly canât find the strength to do so.Â
After five more smacks, the blonde pulls you onto her lap in a straddling position. One of her arms wraps around your top half, pushing your crying face into her neck. The other is wrapped around your waist, hand smoothing over your bruising ass, and playing with the hem of your panties.Â
âDonât cry, Princess. You know I had to set you straight,â She coos, âYour stupid, little brain is far too gone to understand at the moment, but you will once you sober up. So, for now, let your Daddy make you feel good.âÂ
You mutter nonsensical words in between your sobs, but the large woman isnât put off. After sheâs done with you, youâll never think of that freckled fuck ever again. At least, you wonât unless you want him dead.Â
Wrestling your pliant body to the mattress once more, she leaves you on the bed by yourself, before rolling onto the left side. Opening the top drawer of her nightstand, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, a battery powered hitachi wand, duct tape, and a small bottle of lube. Setting them on the bed by your writhing form, she quickly makes her way back to you.Â
âShh, itâs alright, Princess. Iâm right here,â Yelena reaches under you, fiddling with your braâs hooks until it pops open, allowing her to slide your useless arms out of the garment. Tossing it aside, she sucks in a deep breath, enjoying the view of your plush chest. Experimentally, she pinches your right nipple, relishing the small moan you let out at the feeling. Gripping the handcuffs next to you, she feeds your dainty wrists through the opening, popping the pink, plush cuffs on tightly. Happy with the result, she continues her endeavour.Â
Moving farther down your body, she leaves your socks on, loving how your thigh fat squishes up a bit. Grabbing the hem of your cute, pink panties, she pushes them off of you, exposing your pretty cunny. It separates from you with a small string of slick, filling Yel with a sense of satisfaction. Youâre her perfect pain slut, arenât you?Â
Pushing on your pliant legs open, she smiles happily down at you, dark eyes blown wide open, âAwe, is your slutty pussy wet for me?âÂ
You shake your head rapidly, disorienting yourself more than before, âNu-no! Itâs not!â She clicks her tongue teasingly, her smile growing wider than before.Â
âDonât lie to me, Princess. Now I have to punish you once more,â Forcing your legs open, she holds them down with her own, straddling your waist. Her large form easily overpowers you, as she grabs the blue hitachi wand, and flips it on to the highest setting. Pushing it against your clit with a swift motion, your entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation. A loud whine leaves your lips, as you try to buck it off of your sensitive cunny.Â
âPuh-please! Take it off! Itâs too much!â Yelena snickers in delight, ignoring your pleading. Grabbing the duct tape from beside you, she rips off a few long strips, before smacking them onto your skin and the vibrator, effectively keeping it attached to you.Â
Your moans and whimpers continue to grow louder and louder, as you try your best not to cum. You bite your lips in the hopes of stifling yourself, but it does little to help. If anything, it just spurs the large woman on.Â
âGo on, cum for me, cum for Daddy,â You shake your head, a few keens falling from your mouth, as she watches in awe at the way your cunny leaks and clenches around nothing.Â
Your toes curl in ecstasy as you cum, a loud whine escaping you. A gush of your orgasm flows from you, wetting the blonde woman and the mattress below. Two long, slender fingers prod at your slick pussy, forcing themselves inside your sensitive walls.Â
âGood Girl, Youâre so Good for me,â They Start to move in a âcome hitherâ motion, hitting your g-spot repeatedly with how long her fingers are. Â
âToo much! Too much!â You cry, as she quickly brings you over the edge once more.Â
More slick sprays from your cunny, as overstimulation begins to set in. Yelena captures your lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into your mouth. The kiss is wet and hot, as she grips at your plush chest.Â
âNo, no itâs not, Baby. Itâs not enough,â Fumbling with her fly, she releases the strap sheâs been wearing all night. In all honesty, sheâs surprised that you hadnât noticed the bulge or felt it underneath your ass earlier. Itâs a good ten inches in length, and around 5.5 inches of girth.Â
It is pretty intimidating for most, but due to your fucked out stupor, it should feel amazing for you. Grabbing the lube, she squeezes a small amount onto the silicone cock, smoothing it over the toy in sync with her fingers pumping inside of you.Â
Deeming the toy and your cunny ready, she makes the next move. Sliding off of your numb legs, she stands to her feet, towering over you in all of her glory. Hefting you up and off of the mattress, she quickly punched your back against her pristine, white wall. Forcing your arms around the back of her head, she continues to kiss your drooly mouth vigorously.Â
Wrapping your legs around her slender waist, her large leg muscles and arms work to hold you up. Guiding your dripping cunny over the tip of her strap, she slowly sinks you onto it.Â
A keen of both surprise and pleasure rips out of your throat, as you grip onto her short, blonde locks. Giggling, she bucks her hips into yours sharply, causing you to orgasm on the spot. The vibrator and her strap on feels like heaven.Â
Throwing your head back in bliss, you feel your arousal drip onto her dress pants, creating even more wet spots than before. Separating from your lips, she grins down at you.Â
âLook at you, dirty Girl,â She spanks your ass harshly with one hand, as she continues a hardcore pace. The tip of the silicone cock batters against your cervix, causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain, âYou love it when Daddy ruins your pussy, donât you?âÂ
Too fucked out to think properly, you nod your head vigorously, âUh-huh! Uh-huh! I love Daddyâs cock!â She kisses your cheek tenderly, not stopping her thrusts for even a moment. Moving her lips down your vulnerable neck, she starts to suck the tender skin, leaving dark love marks on your pretty skin.Â
âMmm, good Princess! Since youâre such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat. Do you want a treat? Does your dumb little mind even understand what Iâm saying?â You nod once again, eyes teary and pleading.Â
âYes! Yes! I want a treat, please, Daddy!â Smirking against your skin, she reaches into her pocket from around your thigh.Â
âSince you asked so nicely-â She presses the injector lever, shooting a large load of fake cum into your gummy, needy pussy. You cum almost immediately, this clearly being the biggest orgasm of the night, as you practically convulse and squirt a geyser of cum all over the place, âI think you deserve Daddyâs cum inside you.âÂ
You practically sob at the overstimulation and the feeling of being so full, âThank you! Thank you, Daddy!â You kiss her of your own volition, surprising the large woman. Her heart warms, loving how youâve become so submissive.Â
Cradling youâre form to her muscular body, she saunters back towards the bed, pushing any other objects off and into the night side table.Â
Placing you on the now dry sheets, she quickly flicks off the vibrator still taped to your clit, before placing it on the table beside her. Plucking off the duct tape, she then takes off your handcuffs, effectively freeing you. Instead of moving away from the woman, you lay there tiredly, no longer processing the situation.Â
Sighing in content, Yelena grabs a hand towel from the drawer she keeps her sex toys in, and wrestles it under your hips. Smiling, she removes the strap from inside of you, enjoying the sight of the fake cum flooding out of you.Â
Laying next to you, she pulls your head into her chest, curling around you as if she were a safety blanket.Â
âYou did well, Princess,â You donât say anything, snuggling into her warmth, âGo to sleep, tomorrow weâll announce our official status, okay?âÂ
An slurred âOkieâ is heard, before you slip into unconsciousness. Cupping your face in appreciation, her dark eyes glance in the direction of a small green light coming from her video camera.Â
Now youâll have to date her; after all, you wouldnât want your sex tape to get out, would you?Â
#yelena#yelena x reader#yandere yelena#yandere aot#yelena brainrot#yelena aot#aot x reader#yelena thirst#yelena smut#yelena supremacy#yandere aot x reader
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I want to write a story..
Tw: Death, saddness, memories, all around very angsty
Not a request, I got bored lmao
oranger= wilbur
white= you
red = tommy
green= tubbo
(sometimes ill add names just incase cuz there more characters)
P!DSMP x reader
Mostly a platonic friendship with Tommy
youre the same age as him lol
ââââââââââââââââââââ
you close your eyesâŚ.
You always dreamed of writing a story
a story about all your adventures, the people youâve met, and about all your thoughts.
You sat your desk wondering what to write about first, what story to talk about in this brand new chapter
when Wilbur burst through your door asking you if you wanted to join him and Tommy in making a drug van
obviously you said yes
you got up from your seat
leaving the empty notebook there as you walked out the door
closing it behind you
âWell here we are! the drug van!â
you looked at the van then at him
âfits your style just fineâ
You laughed as you ran over to it, seeing Tommy and Tubbo inside chatting
You give them a soft wave as you join in the conversation
Who wouldâve known that in a few months youâd be going to war with a certain green hooded man
During the war you met some new people, Fundy, Quackity, Nikki, and more. You always stuck around Tommy and Tubbo though, you knew them quiet well! Heck you were even there for the whole disc fiasco!
You stood with pride on the land you helped build as dream lit the first TNT
Months later after you guys got independence you all celebrated
You promised to help Tommy get his discs back ďżźand told Wilbur you would help him with anything he needs
When the election happened you voted and went home
You knew Wilbur and Tommy were going to win so why even bother
You went back home and for a few hours all you did was think
you sat back at your desk
and just as you were about to land that pen on paper
Wilbur and Tommy burst in, grab you by your wrists and drag you to wherever
To say you were confused was an understatement and when they told you they needed your help
you didnât refuse!
After all
You did promise you would help them
Wilbur went insane with power though
âWE CANT BLOW UP LâMANBURG WILBURâ
âGuys-â
âITS NOT OURS ANYMORE TOMMYâ
the endless fighting was almost to much
and when they brought poor Tubbo into it you felt even worse
âYou want me to spy for you?â
You honestly felt bad
Tubbo had no business being in this but it must be better than working FOR schlatt
After you all thought you finally got it back..
he did it
he blew up lâmanburg..
your home
your everything
and you watched as everything crumbled
then techno made it worse
he summoned withers and started picking people off one by one
You were safe though
why?
Because you fought with Tommy and Tubbo
and as a group you could get through anything⌠right?
ha
haha
HAHAHA
YOU WERE WRONG!
Months later Tubbo exiled Tommy
not only that but he made you chose
Him and Lâmanburg
or
Tommy and NOTHING
.
.
.
You went with Tommy
âa good friend never leaves the other alone in tough times TubboâŚyou arenât a good friend Tubboâ
You went with Tommy and helped him through everything
all of dreams torment
all of it
you wished you brought your notebook to write it all down, to prove this was happening
and then he ran away with ghostbur to Technos..
he left you while you were sleeping
didnât even think of you
âŚ
that left you with dream
and oh boy was that the greatest time of your life
..
it wasnât
and then one day Philza found you as he was walking to technos
You were all alone, sitting in the remains of the small town you and Tommy made
he picked you up and ran to Technos as fast as he could
When he arrived he set you down near the fire and started treating you
Tommy came up from his room and when he saw you
he felt horrible
he promised to make it up to you
and he did
he protected you after that, when the next war came around he made sure you stayed alive
no matter what it costed him
and you did!
âŚ..
then the disc fight happened, dream had said it was either Tubbo or youâŚ
Tubbo told you both he would be okay with going
you and him both wanted to do this in a respectful manner where one wasnt over valued then the other
but
Tommy shoved you to dream and then shielded Tubbo
Tubbo looked over Tommy and at you in sadnessâŚ
Tommy chose who he preferred to go
isâŚ
is this how Technoblade felt..
it wasnât you, the person who was by his side no matter what he did
it was the person who exiled him and ditched him for a new friend
Tommy looked stern
he didnât even look like he cared
You looked down and sighed
Youâre about to dieâŚ
You look at Tubbo whose crying and is telling Tommy to move
You wave at him and smile
You make eye contact with Tommy
and give him a sad closed mouth smileâŚ
You see him falter for a second
as if he realized what he did
but you turn around a look at dream and before he can act on itâŚ
Dream stabs you
Tubbo screams in sadness
and Tommy
Tommy runs towards your body as it falls..
he holds you
and just criesâŚ
âGuess iâll never get to write that book huh..â
Thats the moment everyone gets thereâŚ.
they wish they got there soonerâŚ
Tommy looks at you
confused..
âa book?â
you laugh a little..
You hold Tommys face in your hand
he swears he hears his heart break
his tears stream down his face and land on yours
âI want to write a story..â
you close your eyesâŚ
You always dreamed of writing a story
#tommyinnit#dsmp#angst#dream mcyt#dream smp#dream smp x reader#philza#ranboo#tommyinnit dsmp#tubbo dsmp
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These Sparks of Love
This is a semi short drabbleish (?) post about this scenario that I could not get out of my head. The holiday season is when my love for Eliot grows, along with my loneliness lmao. Hope you enjoy and thank you for reading :)
Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Reader (non gender specified)
Warnings: fluff
Word Count: 1,688
Summary: Eliot recounts the moment that he fell in love with you.
Some people say that they donât know the exact moment in which they fell in love with their partner. But Eliot does. You had tagged along with him on a routine trip to the grocery store. He had been gone for a few weeks on a job with the team, and you had missed him profusely. All you craved once he came back was being in his mere presence, no matter if it was for the most mundane task of buying groceries. You had stopped at your favorite cafĂŠ afterwards, both of you getting drinks. Eliot had taken the first few trips into his apartment, and you had decided to take the last of the items in by yourself. It had taken a lot of convincing and threats (that were secretly you bluffing) on your part to convince him to let you help him. Although he had been the one gone for a few weeks, he acted as though you were the one in the most need of rest and relaxation. You have always been a one trip kind of person, but you had to admit, you kind of underestimated the amount this time.
You quickly walk to his apartment after locking the car, entering the doorway just as Eliot is on his way out. He is met with a very interesting sight that makes him concerned but also makes his heart flutter. You are holding the last bag in your left hand, along with the two cups in both hands and the car keys in your right hand. Your phone is tucked under your chin, and to say that your position is awkward would be an understatement. Anyone else would have probably yelled out for help angrily or grumbled in annoyance at the fact that Eliot is still just standing there, staring at you. But youâre smiling. And that reaction makes him suddenly and discreetly emotional.
He finally composes himself a bit, unaccustomed to this sudden onslaught of adoration and emotions that make him want to burst with joy. He is more used to other negative emotions making him want to burst out of his body, using intense workout sessions to distract his mind and provide an outlet for his pent up emotions. Lately, he canât remember the last time heâs had to resort to his old habits, merely being in your presence has provided him more calm than he has felt in a long time.
âWhat are you doinâ, sweetheart?â he drawls, the confusion and concern evident in his voice.
He feels like a parent fretting over their child, which might as well be the case. His hands finally shoot out to grab the cups from your hands. His brows are furrowed and his eyes hold an equally confused and annoyed look in them. He is both amused at your actions but also concerned over your clumsiness. He would be unable to forgive himself if you hurt yourself trying to bring in something as unimportant as his groceries. Sometimes he doesnât think youâre aware of how crazy with worry you drive him. Apparently his feigned annoyance doesnât work on you, because then you further shock him by laughing. His face must soften at the sound, because you donât refrain from laughing further.
âI didnât want to go back for more stuff so I just grabbed everything. But I donât have pockets so I couldnât grab my phone.â
You donât seem at all annoyed or regretful, and his confusion grows. You amaze him more each and every day. He quickly moves the cups to the counter space and then moves back to grab your phone from under your chin and the bag in your left hand, along with the keys.
âI almost dropped it on the way here. Probably wouldnât have survived the concrete. But that would have given me a good excuse to get another phone.â
You laugh again, and he canât help from smiling now. He had always been more serious before your relationship, he doesnât know when the hell you managed to break through all of his walls. But heâs secretly glad that you did.
âYouâre somethinâ else.â he mumbles, but his tone isnât degrading or reproachful.
He hopes that you know how much you amaze him, though you often say you donât believe him when he does tell you.
âI sure am. If I wouldnât be, wouldnât you get bored of me?â
Your tone is playful, but the words make his body react in every which way.
No, is all he thinks. Never.
His hands react first, moving to grab a hold of your waist. He feels your body relax, moving into him more. Your eyes quickly move over his face, gauging his sudden change in demeanor. Your lips are still upturned from your laughter, but your eyes hold a look of curiosity in them. He smiles softly down at you, making sure to attempt to make you believe his next words.
âBored of you? Never, darlinâ.â
He leans down and kisses you so softly, you wonder whether his lips are made of cotton. His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer even more so. His lips become rougher, his body pushing into you. He doesnât want you to think he is trying to initiate anything, he is simply attempting to force all of his infatuation onto you, reassuring you of his seriousness in his feelings for you. Your hands finally seem to unfreeze, because they reach up to hold his face, your fingers running slowly over his cheeks. He doesnât know if heâll ever get to heaven, but when heâs embracing you like this, it feels like the closest that heâll ever get.
It was then that the words came to him, there in your soft hands and against your warm body.
I love you, he thinks.
He hesitates to voice his thoughts at first, wondering if it's the perfect moment, or the right one, because you deserve that and so much more. But then he reasons, any moment with you is perfect.
He pulls away slightly, his lips still barely connected to yours. He is reluctant to physically part from you, your body a magnet that always pulls him in. He opens his eyes to gaze down at your face. Your eyes are still closed, and you have a content, almost peaceful look on your face, as though you are asleep. He nudges your nose softly with his, and you give him the wonderful heart stopping gift of opening your eyes to match his gaze and smiling against his lips. He wants to make sure that you have no doubts about his next confession. If you refuse to believe him, he makes a promise to himself that he will dedicate the rest of his life proving it to you.
âI love you.â
He whispers it, afraid that speaking any louder will overtake the delicate softness and tranquility in this moment.
You donât react immediately, and he wonders whether he said it too quietly. But then you pull back from him, making his hands twitch. Fear sets into him, and now all he wishes is to pull you back further into his embrace and draw all of your fears and worries from you. He doesnât wish he could take back his words, but he is ready to beg you to not let them bring on any doubt or insecurity. He is ready to beg you to not leave him. You frown up at him slightly, and a flurry of questions and desperate pleas spring to the tip of his tongue. All pride has abandoned him now, leaving him only with his fear and utter helplessness.
âAre you sure?â you ask, your voice small.
Eliot has never heard a sentence that has broken his heart more than your whispered confession. This surge of confidence in him regarding your relationship is new to him, but he knows in the deepest parts of him that there is no possibility of him not being sure of his love for you.
He laughs shortly, more a breath of relief than anything.
âIâm damn sure.â he says, louder this time.
His hands pull you back into him, his lips melding themselves against yours again. You let out a small sound of surprise, before your body melts against him once more. Eliotâs heart feels like it is beating again, and he canât believe that you donât know the hold that you have on him. His heart and whole being are in your hands, despite how oblivious you are to this truth.
You pull back from him again, his lips itching to kiss you again. Heâll never be sated when it comes to you, but he doesnât mind. If anything, it just gives him more reason to make sure he is always near you to shower you with love and affection. It does more good for him than you think. Your eyes donât meet his, and he can tell youâre nervous.
âI love you too.â you whisper, your voice cracking.
You frown again, but this time itâs from frustration towards yourself and not doubt. Before Eliot can kiss you into silence again, you clear your throat softly.
âI love you.â you say more clearly, your eyes finally wandering shyly up to his.
Eliot is smiling from the inside of his body outward, the deepest and darkest parts of him being suddenly filled with light and energy at your words. The world often feels hopeless and dark for him, especially given Eliotâs profession, but with your confession he feels as though he can conquer the world solely equipped with your declared love for him.
He smiles again, and his hands and lips assume their previous position. Eliot will never tire of you, neither will he ever grow bored of you. He is now happy to know that your confession shows the reciprocity of your shared feelings towards him. Now he secretly hopes that youâll accompany him on more errands if it means that they end with you giving him more reasons to fall deeper in love with you.
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OĚślĚśdĚś MĚśaĚśnĚś MĚśoĚśvĚśeĚśsĚś
__________________________ Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve shows you a thing or two about being an old man.Â
Warnings: *AGE GAP*, smut 18+ minors dni, very dark/inappropriate joke (only mentioned once but beware)
Authorâs Notes: I know this isnât the most original but hEr yA gO lol (ps this a long one but boy is it a good read #prettyproud ;) lmao) __________________________
âHey Nat, do you know anything about World War II?â you peeked your head in her room.
âNope, ask Steve.â
âHey Tony, do you know anything about World War II?â you walked into the lab.
âNope, ask Steve.â
âHey Sam, whereâs Bucky?â you walked in the kitchen.
âMission.â
âWell, do you know anything about World War II?â
âNope, ask Steve,â you grunted and rolled your eyes.
âHey Wanda, do you know anything about World War II?â
âNope, have you asked Steve?âÂ
âUgh! Everyone keeps saying that,â you flopped down on her bed. Â
âAnd why aren't you asking him?âÂ
You looked at her raising an eyebrow. She was the only, well you think Nat knows but Wanda is the only person you told about your little crush on the super soldier. Upon seeing your face, Wanda chuckled humorously. One time she caught you during a meeting thinking about Steve; every part of Steve. To say you were embarrassed would be an understatement.Â
âWhat about Bucky?â
âHeâs on a mission. Hey, what are you watching?â
âMalcolm in the Middle.â
âNice.â
You laughed at the show for a bit before grunting remembering that you had to finish the history report for your college professor whoâs as old as sliced bread. Before you walked out Vision phased through the door.Â
âOoh! Vis, tell me everything about World War II!â
âNo, Vis! Donât tell her a single thing! You have to ask Steve,â she scolded.Â
âNo!â
âYes!â
âWanda,â you whined.
âIâm pretty sure heâs in his room,â she smirked.
âPlease donât make me do it,â you begged hyperbolically.Â
âThen fail your report,â she smirked evilly.
âDammit, Wanda,â you left her room hearing her snicker.Â
You stomped to your room and collapsed on your bed. You sat at your computer for twenty minutes until a knock disturbed your dreadful staring.Â
âSteve!â you shouted opening the door.
âHey, Sam told me you needed help with a history report?â
âSam told you?â
âYeah; and Tony, and Nat, and Wanda,â Steve phoned chimed suddenly.
âOh, uh, Buck just texted me saying Sam told him that you need help with uh, a history report,â he chuckled.
âYeah, World War II,â you gritted.
âWell,â he stood awkwardly at your door still.
âCome in,â you moved over to let him in.
Steve walked in and sat on the edge of your bed. You scurried over and threw yourself on the bed gathering all your papers and books and your laptop. You sat criss crossed on the bed before looking up at him ready for learning, I guess.
âOk so what exactly do you need to know?â Steve smiled.
âOh well, uh, maybe we start with life before soldiers got drafted?â you suggested.
Steve smiled remembering tons of stories and memories of him and Bucky being teenagers in New York. You stopped caring about your report altogether and just kicked back to listen to all about Steve. The way he lit up whenever remembered something he forgot to tell you made your heart burst.Â
At one point he started laughing so hard, as were you, when he slapped his hand directly on your thigh and squeezed hard from pure humor. Needless to say, you instantly stopped laughing and zeroed in on his large hand and the way it gripped your thigh.Â
âAwe man, that such was a good day,â he breathed out once he cooled down.
âYeah, itâs kinda weird,â you said, coming back to reality.
âWhyâs that weird?â
âI donât know? Youâre the captain, you donât have fun. Youâre an old man,â you giggled.
âOld man? Kid, youâre hurting me,â he clutched his chest dramatically.
âHey, I already told you to stop calling me kid. Iâm twenty years old,â you crossed your arms.Â
âHey come on, Iâm just joshing ya,â he smirked.
âWho the fuck says âjoshing yaâ?â you laughed.
âWhat, the kids donât say that nowadays?â he laughed.
âNo!â you were cracking up rolling on the bed.
âYouâre supposed to be doing your history report,â he defended.
âYouâre such an old man, oh god.â
âAnd youâre such a child,â he pinned you down on the bed.
âOoh, someone busting out the old man moves. Get off grandpa,â you smirked.
âMake me, kid,â he emphasized âkidâ.
You two glared at each amusingly, both trying you very best to not smile. Your shirt had ridden up your stomach and Steve could somewhat see the exposed skin. He didn't think you were a kid per say, he thought you were a very beautiful young woman; too young. He didnât think it would be appropriate to pursue any sort of relationship with you; itâs not like you were very incognito when it came to checking him out. He knew that you liked him.Â
Explains all the teasing you do too.Â
The close proximity between you two make you both bothersome; Steve's muscle clenching and fighting every urge in his body to do something he might regret, or worse, something youâll regret. Your stomach flipped and your mind wandered to what it would be like if you were in this position under different circumstances.Â
In an attempt to relieve yourself without Steve knowing you clenched your thighs softly before moving your knee up. Upon moving your knee, your eyes widened and Steve instantly got off you covering his modesty with your sheet. Your face slowly turned into a mischievous smirk before raising your eyebrow at Steve, who profusely blushed under your taunting gaze.Â
âDo kids turn you on?â you joked.
âY/n!â Steve groaned at your highly inappropriate joke.
âIâm kidding!â Steve simply rolled his eyes at you.
âIâm just joshing ya,â you grinned, making Steve chuckle.
âHow much of your report have you done?â Steve reached for your laptop; making you panic because you didnât even have your name let alone a title typed out.Â
âSeriously?â he looked at you like a stern father.
âDonât look at me like that,â you said.
âYou donât even have your name,â he cracked a smile.
âWell, your stories are just too captivating; I was distracted,â you werenât exactly lying, seeing Steve seem so relaxed and carefree thinking back on memories made you smile.Â
âDistracted,â he repeated sarcastically.
âYeah, I was,â you felt small as Steve got closer to you.
âIs this distracting now?â he mocked.
âMaybe,â you whispered.
He looked at your lips before running his nose along your cheek and your own nose. He pressed his lips too close to your lips, of which you were desperate for him to touch. Your hands grabbed at his arms that were held tightly on your waist for any sort of stability. You felt like you were going to pass out.Â
âYou better finish that report if you know whatâs good for you,â he whispered against your lips.Â
âHuh?â you breathed out seeing as Steve has stood up and made his way to your door.Â
âYou heard me. Come find me when youâve been a good girl and finished that report,â he slipped out smoothly leaving you high and dry, or rather soaking in arousal.Â
Your eyes were practically bulging from your head and you couldnât believe the Steve with that gnarly stick up his ass was the same one that just easily turned you on like an easy-bake oven and called you a âgood girlâ. You immediately rushed to grab your laptop googling facts about World War II and typed faster than Usain Bolt could run.
Meanwhile Steve stood in the shower with cock in hand, his thumb rubbing over the tip leaking with precum. He ran his hand down his shaft and threw his head back at the pleasure. He moaned your name and tensed his muscles getting close to a release.Â
He had to hold on to the wall to keep his knees from buckling. The sight of seeing you under him, squirming and wiggling so innocently made his cock twitch. He knew that you liked him, it wasnât necessarily a huge secret; you werenât desperate to hide that fact. But he knew you werenât going around telling people so he never said anything.Â
He went to your room genuinely trying to help with your college report and he got enthralled with his own memories. He didnât exactly know when the air shifted but he realized it indefinitely when your body tensed under his hand that rested perfectly on your thigh.Â
He remembers the softness of skin and remembers the way your breathing quickened. He kept the conversation going as innocently as possible but then you started teasing him about his age, about what an old fashioned sucker he was. And all he could think about in that moment was flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress you showing his âold man movesâ.Â
âFuck,â he moaned to himself.
Soon enough after a couple more pumps, he painted the shower walls with his cum desperately wishing it was your stomach or even your back. He just wanted you there with him. He felt guilty thinking about you like that. He knew if he were ever to get with you he wouldn't be able to keep up. You were so spright and mischievous and beautiful and gorgeous and sexy and⌠wait; slow down, Steve.
He got out of the shower and cleaned himself off. He changed and just stayed in his room letting the sounds of the TV drown any thoughts he might wandered to you. A sudden knock broke the silence settled in his room and he opened the door to find his best friend.Â
âHey, man,â Bucky smiled.
âBuck, your back,â Steve opened the door further letting him come in.Â
âOh, did you get my text? About helping Y/n with her report? Heard itâs like forty percent of her grade,â he said.Â
âYeah uh, I did,â Steve said hesitantly; Bucky narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously.
âWhat did you do?â he asked.
âNothing,â Steve retorted.
âI donât believe you. Come on what happened?â Buck chuckled.
âShe called me an old man,â Steve pouted.
âHaha! Seriously?â
âYeah but jokes on her cuz I-â Steve stopped himself, what if his best friend thought he was a creep.
âOh no, did you guys fuck?â he asked suddenly.
âBuck,â Steve groaned.
âYou did, didnât you!â
âAlmost!â Steve bursted out, his eyes widening in fear.
âHey, why are you all freaked out? I thought you liked her?â Bucky questioned.
âYeah, but what? Sheâs too young. I thought you were gonna think I was a creep,â Steve was confused.
âWell, how old is she?â
âSheâs uh, sheâs twenty, almost twenty-one,â he muttered.
âOh, yikes. Uh, I donât know man. I mean youâre both adults,â Bucky said.Â
âFuck, man. I really fucked up,â Steve said making Bucky âlanguageâ him of which Steve glared back.
âDid you kiss her?â
âNo, almost,â Steve responded.
âOk then what happened?â
Steve explained to Bucky what happened just hours ago and Bucky couldnât help but laugh at his poor friend's antics.
âYouâre such a fucking tease, Steve,â Bucky joked.
âBuck, youâre not helping,â Steve grunted.
âWell, either you keep your promise and fuck her good, or be that old man she called you with a stick up your ass and make her feel like shit. No pressure though. See for dinner, Iâm going to beat the shit out of Sam,â Bucky stood up.
âWhatâd he do?â
âNothing,â with that Bucky left.Â
Steve sat there on his bed conflicted. He wasnât sure what he was going to do. All he knows is that youâre a beautiful girl and Steve wants nothing more than to show you; he knows you'd be more than willing to let him have his way with you. But on the contrary, you are too young. There are tons of guys who would be so lucky to call you theirs; and theyâre your age.Â
Then again, Steve canât even imagine another man putting his hands on you. Theyâd never be able to pleasure you like he could. Ugh, but you called him an old man! Fuck this, Steve thought, Iâm taking a nap.
-
You sat in your room busying yourself with facts about the war. You cried about the horrid things that happened, terrified that people that live in the world. You were even more shocked that Bucky and Steve lived through that.Â
You glanced at the clock noticing the many hours that had passed you. It was sundown which usually meant Wanda was going to come by any minute-
âWhat do you want for dinner?â There she is.Â
âUh, Iâm not sure. Haven't had much time to think about it,â you said lifting your laptop.
âDid Steve come?â
âI donât know but he came pretty close,â you said snarkily. When he left about 5 minutes after you had to change your panties because you couldnât focus on the report with arousal dripping out of you.Â
âWhat the hell does that mean?â Wanda sat on your bed. You told what happened when Steve came by, how innocent everything seemed until it wasnât. Wanda was rolling on your bed in laughter, snorting at your frustration.Â
âWandaaa,â you whined.Â
âSorry, sorry. But Iâm confused,â she cooled down.
âWhatâs there to be confused about; Steve Rogers is a fucking tease,â you grunted.Â
âI thought this is what you want. He clearly seems to like you back,â she said.Â
âI donât know itâs just-â
âJust what?â
âItâs not exactly clear whether he likes me or just wants some young, fresh meat. He didnât say he liked me back.â
âDid you say you liked him in the first place?â
âNo.â Wanda sighed at your answer. Were you overreacting?
âY/n, Iâve known Steve for a long time and heâs not that kinda guy.â
âPeople change.â
âY/n-â
âI just wish it stayed like a little stupid crush, because then I wouldnât have to worry about my heart getting broken like that; worrying whether itâs real or not. Pining hurts so good, itâs comfortable.â
âWell, on a lighter note, howâs the report?â Wanda changed the subject so you wouldnât feel bad anymore.
âIâm almost done, I think Iâm gonna skip out on dinner. Iâm really close to finishing,â you told her.
âWant me to bring you a plate?â she asked.
âYes, please.â
-
Everyone sat at the table eating silently. Sam held an ice pack to his face because Bucky accidentally threw a rock at him; seriously it was an accident. Bucky threw the rock at his groin but Sam tripped back and the rock landed on his face. There are no hard feelings though, Sam said he was gonna get him and now Buckyâs arm is disabled and limp.
Steve stared at the seat across from him, it was the seat you always took next to Wanda. You werenât here for dinner and he was wondering if it had something to do with him. Did he make you uncomfortable enough that you never want to see him?Â
âSheâs finishing her report,â Wanda said, her voice echoing in Steveâs head.
âOoh whatâs the gossip?â Nat said humorously seeing as Wandaâs eyes glowed red as did Steveâs.Â
âNothing,â Steve mumbled.Â
âHe was wondering where Y/n was?â Wanda said making Steve shoot daggers at her.Â
âYou miss your little girlfriend?â Sam joked.
âShut it,â Steve growled.
âShe never misses dinner. Where the brat?â Tony asked.
âShe has a history report for a college class and she told me she was almost done and that she was gonna skip dinner,â Wanda explained.
No more questions were asked and everyone ate in peace. Small talk and laughter was exchanged appropriately but Steve couldnât help but wonder if maybe you lied to Wanda to get out of dinner. What if you hate him now? What if you were creeped out by him now? Fuck.
âSteve your plate?â Wanda asked him.Â
âOh sorry, Iâm finished. Thank you,â he handed her the plate of picked food.Â
âY/n, asked me if I could bring her a plate when we were finished.â
Steve simply looked puzzled at her.Â
âTake this. And donât break her heart,â she said handing him your plate.Â
âI would never,â he said.
âDonât tell me, tell her.â
Steve walked hesitantly up to your room. He knocked careful not to disturb you. He heard you shout, giving him access to your room and he found you laying on your stomach typing away on your laptop while cartoons played lowly on the TV.
âI brought your dinner,â he said softly.
âThank you! Ugh, Iâm starving but I swear I have like two sentences.â
He smiled and placed your food on your bedside before sitting on the bed with you. He watched your face carefully memorizing the smallest things about you that heâs never really noticed before. He noticed the dryness of your lips because you bit them whenever you were immensely focused just as now.Â
He admired the small creases between your eyebrows and the way you scrunched your nose. Your hair was a little crazy and he noticed you had changed since heâd last been with you. He thinks he knows why that is and if it was true, he felt a sense of pride almost. Imagine if he really got to touch the way he wants. How ruined you would be.Â
âSteve?â you asked.
âIâm sorry?â he asked.
âAre you ok?â you smiled awkwardly.Â
âOh uh, yeah. Iâm ok.â
You ate quietly, eyes trained on the TV and Steve felt out of place. He went to stand up but you placed your food down and called after him.
âWhere are you going?â you asked.
âI didnât think you wanted me here anymore,â he said softly.Â
âBut, but you said to come find you when I finish my report. Youâre already here,â you said shyly.
âSweetheart, I donât think-â
âI was a good girl and finished,â you said innocently biting your lip.
âY/n,â Steve sighed.Â
âWhat?â Oh no, you guessed it. He doesnât actually like you and he's just messing with you.
âHey look at me,â Steve grabbed your chin softly. You didnât want to but you ultimately did.
âI want nothing more than to reward you for being a good girl but I canât,â he said sadly.
âIt's because Iâm too young, isnât it,â you whined.Â
âI canât do that to you. You have your whole life ahead of you, sweetheart. An old man like me shouldnât keep you back like this,â he said.
âYouâre not keeping anywhere, Iâm an Avenger just like you. I donât have anybody else. Iâm only going to college because Tonyâs paying for it and I took this stupid histroy class because I wanted to know more about what life was like for you. Because I like you,â you said.Â
âY/n, you can have anyone and youâre choosing me?â he chuckled.
âYes, guys my age donât even know where the clit is!â you shouted exasperated.
âShow them,â he said stupidly.
âAh, yes. Because a twenty-two year old college frat boy is gonna wanna listen to you tell him how to have sex,â you said squinting your eyes, making Steve chuckle.
âI donât want a guy my age, I want you.â
Steve cupped your face softly and you leaned into his hand with a childish pout. Steve smiled at you and your pout turned into a smile too.Â
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, babygirl,â he sighed, pushing you down to lay on the bed.
âNot if you die from a stroke first old man,â you cracked.Â
Steve wrapped his large hand around your neck bringing his face dangerously close yours.
âSmart mouth, and to think I was about to reward you.â
His voice gave you chills and you audibly whimpered under him. Steve pressed his leg between your thighs and your body shudder feeling his muscular thigh firmly pressed against your core.
âFuck,â your voice shook.
âDoes that feel good?â he asked mockingly, he knows what heâs doing.
âYes, Stevie,â you whimpered.
âFuck, you sound sweet whimpering and shaking under me. Almost feel kinda bad.â
His hand squeezed a bit harder and your body melted into the bed. He leaned down and kissed for the first time. Your eyes opened wide before fluttering closed again wallowing in his kiss. Your hand moved from his forearm to his face cupping it gently and your lips moved against his impeccably.Â
His lips faltered and trailed down your throat, his hand pulling your hair gently to move your head back to give him more room. He nipped and bit at your throat hungrily before soothing his marks with his tongue. His hands sneaked up your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin under your breasts. He could feel the chills that rose all over your skin and he chuckled darkly in your ear.Â
âIs this ok?â he asked softly tugging the waistband of your shorts.Â
âYes, please,â you moaned.Â
Steve pulled them down little by little pressing kisses to every new part of exposed skin. He littered your hip bones and thighs with light bruises and bites. You were practically dripping in arousal, toes curling under themselves anticipating Steveâs next move.
He stood up at the edge of the bed keeping his eyes trained on yours, slowly unbuckling his belt. He pulled his pants down showing off his very impressive length. He gripped with his hand pumping it softly. He grabbed your ankle with his other hand and pulled you close to the edge of the bed.
âLay on your stomach, babygirl,â Steve directed.
You eagerly flipped over, pushing your ass up to the air. Steve smiled at your ambition and gently rubbed your cheeks you put up for him. He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up with you.Â
âFuck, you gonna be my good girl?â he asked seductively.
âYeah, fuck. Stevie, fuck me good,â you moaned.Â
âOpen up those pretty legs for me, will ya?â Steve smirked. You spread your legs wider and arched your back more. When Steve finally pushed past your entrance, you felt so full.Â
âYou gotta breathe baby,â Steve soothed.Â
âSorry, youâre just⌠so big,â you whimpered.
âI know baby but you're taking my cock so well, you're being such a good fucking girl.â
âSteve!â you squeaked.Â
Steve snapped his hips in and out of you rapidly and you couldnât help the high-pitched moans that escaped your mouth. Steve gripped your hips harshly, forming littles red and purple marks on your hip bones that youâll have to admire tomorrow morning.Â
You gasped and moaned at the feeling of Steveâs cock driving into you and you couldnât hold back any longer.Â
âStevie, Iâm gonna come! Fuck, I canât hold it. Please daddy let me come!â
âCome on pretty baby, come for daddy. Make a mess all over my cock like a good girl,â he groaned above you.
Your body trembled and your arms fell forward as you nearly screamed Steveâs name in pure ecstasy. You breathed heavily but Steve wasnât done with you yet. He pulled his still ever hard dick out of you momentarily to rid his shirt. He walked to the side of the bed and sat comfortably with his back against the headboard.Â
âCome here baby girl. I know youâre tired but I think you pull one more for me, yeah?â his voice was silky.Â
You whimpered and tried your best to sit up all the way, crawling desperately over to Steve. He kissed you softly before slowly pulling the hem of your shirt over your head to expose your breasts fully to him.Â
âFuck, you are just too beautiful, sweetheart,â he whispered in your ear, his voice raspy making your body shudder above him.Â
His hands roamed your body; smoothing over your ribs, your hips to your thighs, back to hips against pulling you impossibly closer to him. His lips again just as before nipped and pecked the skin along your neck and collarbones and you could resist the small whimpers you made.Â
âSteve,â you moaned.
âI got ya, baby. Iâm right here.â
You looked into his lust blown eyes before kissing him messily. Your age divulges your experience but Steve couldn't care less. You lifted your hips for him and he lined himself once again to your entrance.Â
Your arousal made it easier this time around and you were able to fully bask in the feeling and pleasure from Steveâs length. You hastily moved your hips around, back and forth, the position completely new to you. You felt erotic and confident and Steveâs kisses and praises did nothing but egg you on.Â
âYou're doing so good, my love. God, you keep clenching me like that and Iâm gonna blow,â he moaned.
âPlease, Stevie. I want to make you feel good,â you encouraged.
âYou already are, donât even worry about that,â he smirked.
Your hands gripped at his shoulders hard, nails digging into his pale skin. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis and soon enough you felt another orgasm approaching quickly. As you grew tired, Steveâs hands went to your cheeks and aided you in moving back and forth.
Your arms gave out again and you fell against Steve's torso still thrusting your hips back and forth with his help. The pressure built rapidly in your lower stomach and you couldnât hold it again.Â
âSteve,â you moaned.Â
âI know, just hold on, please. I wanna come with you; Iâm almost there,â he gasped.Â
You held back as long as you but soon enough your body shook against Steve, desperate to release everything you have in you. In an attempt to distract yourself momentarily, you treated Steve the same by nipping and kissing the skin of his neck and shoulder. Your hands combing into his hair, tugging on his short blonde hair.Â
âOk, go ahead babygirl,â he grunted, âFuck!â
âUgh, Steve!â you couldnât help but sink your teeth into his shoulder. Ecstasy waved over you and you feel euphoric. Your body trembled from intensity and Steve whispered soft praises in your ear. His words soothed you and your eyes felt heavy. Steve tracing little patterns on the small of your back did not help your tired case.Â
âI gotta clean you up, sweetheart,â Steve whispered, you could hear the smile in his voice.
âNo, stay with me, please,â you whined.Â
âI promise Iâll be back,â he chuckled.
âHm,â you huffed.
You slowly rolled off of Steve and he practically ran to your bathroom emerging with a warm wet towel in hand. You laid limply on the bed, your breathing slowly returning to normal. Steve kissed your stomach and hips softly as he cleaned between your thighs gently. He went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up as well.
âCome back,â you whined, making him chuckle.
âYay,â you cheered softly when he did.
âAre you ok, sweetheart?âÂ
âMh-hm,â you nodded tiredly.
âI freaking love you,â you said, hiking your leg over to lay on top of him again. You nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck.
âYou do?â
âYeah.â There was a slight moment of pause.
âDo you love me?â your voice crack and tears brimmed your eyes.
âI shouldnâtâŚâ he started. His heart nearly broke when you looked up at him with teary eyes; afraid he would say he didnât and you fell in love just to get your heart broken.
âBut I do,â he finally said.
âThanks,â you sniffled, making Steve smile.
âI love you, sweetheart,â he kissed the top of your head.Â
âI love you too, old man.â
-
The next morning, Steve slipped out of bed while you were still asleep, you looked so beautiful and peaceful. It took everything in him not to just crawl back into bed with you but Steve had a couple things to do and it was already past eight. He promised to himself that he was gonna come back before you wake up.
So he softly closed the door before immediately running around the compound filing paperwork, directing agents and trainees, meeting with Nick Fury, and lastly making breakfast for you and him. Wanda, Bucky, and Sam all sat at the counter eating bowls of cereal watching Steve frantically run around the kitchen making breakfast.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Bucky spoke up.Â
âIâm making breakfast,â Steve momentarily stopped to say.Â
âOk, but why are you freaking out like that? Youâre running around like a crazy person.â
âI have to make it before-â Steve stopped himself. He didn't know whether or not he should say anything, whether you were comfortable with others knowing yet.Â
âWhat did you do?â Wanda said, smiling like an idiot.
âNothing, Iâm just really hungry and I need to make breakfast before I starve,â he said.
âReally?â Bucky said.
âYeah.â
âWhereâs Y/n?â
âSheâs aslee-â Steve stopped himself again.
The three at the counter bursted into a fit of laughter at Steveâs slip up and he just simply rolled his eyes before finally plating the food and running upstairs. Not without flipping the three still laughing off.Â
He slowly opened the door finding you still asleep in bed. He smiled at your beautiful form illuminated by the golden rays of the sun peeking through the curtains. He placed the food on your table before sitting on the bed, his hands softly running up and down your side to slowly wake you.Â
Your eyes fluttered open and upon seeing Steveâs gorgeous face you smiled.Â
âGood morning, old man,â you grinned cheekily.Â
âWhen are you let that go?â he shook his head.
âNever,â you winked.
âI brought you food, pretty girl.â
âThank you,â you sat up covering yourself. You ate the food he made for you and made grabby hands for him to cuddle you. He laughed before crawling back into bed with you. You made a face though before he got fully under the covers and he gave a puzzled look.
âWhat?â
âWhy are you all dressed?â
âI had a couple things to do this morning and then I made you breakfast. I couldnât walk around in my birthday suit,â he laughed.
âHm, fine. Iâll give you a pass,â you said making him chuckle, âCan you at least take your shirt off again?â
He smiled cheekily before getting up and taking his shirt and pants off leaving him in his boxers. You cheered making him laugh even harder before he dived into bed cuddling you extra close. His strong arms wrapping safely around you and his legs entangling themselves with yours.Â
You kissed him one last time before grabbing your TV remote and turning on the TV to watch cartoons.
âYou know sometimes you really are a kid,â Steve snickered.
âYeah grandpa? What about this,â you fluffed his beard that specks of grey hairs.
âDo I need to show my old man moves again?â he smirked.
âYeah, I think you oughta,â you winked before Steve threw the covers kissing your stomach all the way to your core. You gotta admit, the old manâs got some moves.Â
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Soft Touches | Draco Malfoy x Reader Part One
Summary: When Y/N had first met Harry and Ron on the train, she would have never thought that that interaction would have led to years of adventures and near-death experiences. Throughout their time at Hogwarts, several things had become clear. First, there will be at least one thing that tries to kill you a year. Second, Draco Malfoy was Harryâs archenemy. Third, no matter how hard she tried, Y/N still had just as big a crush on the blond as the first day they met. Harry and Ron would never let her live that one down while Hermione was at least a little understanding. Y/N knew that some of the things that Draco had done were horrible, and she would probably never forgive him for the things he had said to Hermione. And yet, she still liked him.
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A/N: Lmao Iâm back and Iâve been on draco tiktok
As expected, being a fifth year student was far more stressful than anyone could have imagined. Not only did they have the O.W.L.s to study for, but ever since Umbridge had been brought on as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, you had to practically teach yourself if you wanted a proper defense theory. At this rate, a muggle would probably know more about defense against dark magic. Either you practiced on the weekends, which almost no one aside from Hermione did, or during free periods.
It was only a few weeks from Halloween and autumn was in full swing. The grounds were painted with trees that held an array of yellow, orange, and gold leaves and there was a strong smell of bonfire, hot cider, and butterscotch that wafted across the hills during the day. On late afternoons, when the air was crisp and the sky slightly darker than what it had been during the first month of term, the courtyards and hills near the Black Lake were the perfect places for students to relax.
Y/N was sitting on the sill of one of the arches that opened into the courtyard, writing in a leatherbound journal with her green quill when one of her textbooks slipped out of the opening of her bag and smacked onto the stone floor below. She had barely registered the sound when someone had reached down and picked it up, extending their hand to her. Y/Nâs eyes followed the line up the owner of the handâs toned arm until she had reached their face.Â
Instead of Dracoâs usual sneer, there was no wrinkle between his brow, and his features were soft. Her hand slowly extended to meet his, and their fingers brushed against one another as she grasped the book. His startling blue eyes were veiled with an unreadable expression.
She was still too shocked to say anything, but the corner of her lips turned up slightly in a silent thank you. Draco stared for a few more seconds before his hand fell back down to his side and he turned, striding down the empty corridor. Y/N stared at his retreating figure. He wasnât wearing his robes, despite the crisp chill that hung in the air, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, displaying his forearms and the distinct veins that ran across his skin.Â
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It was nearly nightfall when Hermione had found her, still staring at the end of the corridor, deep in thought.Â
âWhere have you been? Itâs time for dinner, Harry and Ron have already started without us.â Hermione questioned softly. Y/N turned her head, looking a little dazed.
âIâll tell you later tonight, in the dormitories.â Hermione tilted her head and smiled a little.
âKnowing you, youâve probably been out here for hours. Come on, before Ron eats all the best parts.â She stretched her hand out and pulled Y/N from her seat. Together, they walked arm in arm to the Great Hall, taking in the setting sun through the tall window panes and the lingering chill that had swept over Hogwarts over the past few days.Â
It was getting colder, and the Winter recess was creeping closer day by day. As the two girls walked to the Great Hall, all they could smell as they walked through the open-air corridors was birch smoke coming from Hagridâs hut and cold air. Y/N breathed deeply and sighed contentedly. She was convinced that there was absolutely nothing better than autumn at Hogwarts, and not even Professor Umbridge could spoil that.Â
The second they opened the door to the Great Hall, it was like being hit by a wall of warmth, light, and the wonderful smells of the banquet. Y/N finally snapped out of the haze she had been in all afternoon once she realized how hungry she truly was. Hurriedly, the two of them sat down on the bench across from Ron and Harry, both of whom were animatedly discussing the upcoming quidditch game against Slytherin. They were discussing different strategies to use, especially since the Slytherin team was notorious for cheating.Â
Y/N had joined the Gryffindor team as a Chaser only a year after Harry had and had experienced her fair share of Slytherin fouls to last a lifetime. Y/N caught sight of some serving platters and began serving herself along with Hermione.Â
âSo what were you doing all day? I havenât seen you since breakfast this morning.â Y/N asked as she filled the corner of her plate with mashed potatoes.Â
âIsnât the answer obvious? She was in the library of course, where else would she be?â Ron interjected as he stole a roll of bread off of Hermioneâs plate. Evidently he and Harry were done talking about quidditch, Ron had piled loads of food on his plate and Harry was stuffing chicken into his mouth. The two started to bicker until Ron shoved the entire roll into his mouth.Â
Y/N was watching amused as Ron tried to speak around the bread roll when a flash of blond hair caught her eye. Just over Ronâs shoulder, Draco was just beginning to sit down next to Pansy Parkinson who was absorbed in a conversation with Blaise Zabini who sat across from her. Draco and Y/Nâs eyes met briefly before both of them shifted their gazes. Hermione paused for a moment, looking at Y/N and then to Draco before a subtle look of realization dawned across her face. Suddenly, she switched the conversation to their History of Magic paper that was due by the end of the week.
âWhat have you two chosen for your topics?â Hermione questioned, making Harry and Ron freeze. They obviously hadnât chosen a topic yet, let alone begun writing.Â
âErm, well⌠Hereâs the thing Hermione-â Ron had begun stammering when Hermione cut him off.
âWhat is wrong with you? Professor Binns assigned this paper over two weeks ago!â
âI havenât had time, Iâve had quidditch practice nearly every day and Snape hasnât exactly eased up on Potions assignments, has he?â Harry defended himself, poking at a carrot on his plate and avoiding Hermioneâs gaze.Â
âHarry, Iâve been at the exact same quidditch practices as you and Iâm almost finished with my paper. Iâm writing about Grindelwaldâs rise to power. You need to find a topic and fast!â Y/N said pointedly. Ron sat up at the mention of Y/Nâs topic. âAnd no, you cannot use that topic, pick something else!â Ron deflated once again.Â
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They eventually finished their dinners, filed out of the Great Hall, and began heading towards Gryffindor Tower. Once they had finally entered through the portrait hole, Hermione grabbed Y/N by the crook of her elbow and pulled her up to their shared dormitories. Once she had shut the door behind them, she whirled around to face Y/N and pointed to her bed.
âSit. We need to talk.â Hermione walked over and sat across from her. âWhat was that look that you gave Draco at dinner?â
Y/N looked down at her hands, an embarrassed flush across her cheeks. She was fiddling with the hem of her skirt and refused to look Hermione in the eye.
âWell, earlier today I was by myself writing in the courtyard, and I guess I must have knocked over one of my books because the next thing I know, Draco was just standing there, handing it to me. It felt like I was in a dream, he didnât say anything, but he looked⌠different. I donât really know how to describe it. He looked⌠soft, almost?â Y/N groaned and threw herself backwards onto the pillows, her legs hanging off the side of the bed. Hermione shifted so that she was lying next to Y/N and facing her.
âOkay,â she said carefully, âwhat does that mean exactly?â
Y/N paused for a moment in thought. What did it mean? Y/N had never thought about Draco in that way before, and the spark she felt when their fingers brushed together couldnât have just been her imagination.
âI⌠donât know. I donât really know how to explain it. Whenever I start thinking about it, I feel this squeezing in my chest, like I canât breathe properly.â Y/N closed her eyes and pictured Dracoâs face once again. Hermione also seemed to be lost in thought, but those thoughts were most likely not about how handsome Draco looked with his hair pushed back and his sleeves rolled up. Hermione stretched her hand out and grasped Y/Nâs hand.
âWell, I suppose it could be worse. It could have been Goyle handing your book back to you.â The two girls looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Goyle wouldnât touch a book, let alone read one. In fact, it was unclear of whether or not he could actually read.
Once their laughter had died down and the two were sitting in comfortable silence, a thought dawned upon Y/N.
âYou wonât tell Harry or Ron about this, will you? Knowing them, theyâll make a fuss about it and then never let me live it down.âÂ
Hermione smiled in response.
ââA fussâ is a bit of an understatement. âWhat do you mean you fancy Malfoy?! Heâs a git!ââ Hermioneâs impersonation was spot on and the two girls laughed once again.
The two girls then spent the next few hours talking about their classes, Y/N and Harryâs upcoming quidditch match, and making plans for their weekend in Hogsmeade. Y/N wouldnât have to worry about Draco until the quidditch match, and that wasnât for another 3 days. So for 3 days, Y/N would avoid him and distract herself with studying for midterm exams and Quidditch practice.
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Perfectly Oblivious - Zach Dempsey
Synopsis;
You are certainly oblivious to Zachâs feelings towards you, as he is with yours. A misunderstanding leads to a confession from both ends.
Warnings: lil bit of angst maybe, language, low-key slow burn. I dunno, Bryce lmao. May be shitty due to this being my first bit of writing.
Words: 3,139
Pairing: Zachery âZachâ Dempsey x Reader
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With an aggravated groan, Y/N stretched her limbs out whilst throwing a deadly glare towards their phone, which continuously blared out the awful sound of their alarm. Exhaling a long, sleep ridden sigh, she threw her warm, comfy covers off and proceeded to remove their fatigued body from the mattress to turn off the overly annoying tone that continues to taunt them and start their day.
Finally turning off the alarm that so rudely awoke them from their dreamy slumber, Y/N notices the text from her best friend Tony, notifying them that he'll be there to pick them up to head to school in 15 minutes.
Which was sent 10 minutes ago.
"Shit."
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Just as Y/N finished running around like a headless chicken trying to get ready for their day at hell, ahem, I meant school, the purr of the famous 'stang accompanied with a quick double honk of the horn could be heard just down the driveway of their house, notifying her of Tony's arrival.
Quickly doing a mental checklist, she gave herself a small nod of approval and ran straight through the door, speedily locking it behind them and sprinting down to the car.
As Y/N reached the red, metallic stead, she noticed a certain leather jacket clad friend not so successfully hiding his amusement over his friends' rushing about. Playfully narrowing her eyes at the boy in the drivers seat whilst settling into the front, Y/N spoke in an unamused tone. "Shut up."
"I-wha-I didn't even say anything," he spluttered slightly whilst trying to keep from bursting out with laughter when replying to his friend whose appearance was slightly dishevelled. Starting the engine of his car back up, he smirked slightly as he pulled off, side-eyeing his company for the ride. "I see you've had a wonderful morning."
"Fucking brilliant," she replied, rolling her eyes, trying to hide her own amusement.
"Hey! Watch your fucking language, kid!" Within moments of Tony's reply, they simultaneously exploded with boisterous laughs, so much so that if Y/N threw her head back any further, their skull would be through the headrest of the car seat.
Soon calming down from the ridiculous early morning banter, Tony glances towards his best friend resting her elbow on the car door, dangling their arm out the window and enjoying the breeze, he smiles and speaks up, breaking the blissful silence. "Sooooo, when are you going to ask out Dempsey, huh?"
Y/N flushes slightly, a soft pink tint rising up her neck and onto her cheeks, the tips of her ears feeling uncomfortably hot. "I am NOT asking him out, I'll look like a damn idiot T." they reply, shaking their head vigorously. "It's just friendly banter and homework talk between us anyways, no actual indication that the tall bastard likes me."
"Tall, handsome, bastard." He blatantly 'corrects' her, as if stating a well known fact, which it most definitely is. Chuckling slightly, he continues. "You haven't seen the way he looks at you when you aren't paying attention. He's got it bad, baby and so do you. So God help me, if you don't do something soon, I sure as shit am going to interfere like you won't believe." he finishes, shaking his head slightly with slowly pulling into a parking spot in the lot at school.
Letting out an exasperated yet sad sigh, she grabs her bag and gets out of the car, waiting for her 'short-stack' pal to exit the vehicle himself before linking her arm around his and make their way towards the entrance of the school.
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As they walked through the doors together, arm in arm, they are greeted by the regular bustling school body of Liberty High, occupying both sides of the hallways as they either loiter or obtain their textbooks needed for their classes of the day.
Once further into the busy building, Tony and Y/N part ways and head to their respective lockers to collect their own books for the day. When Y/N reaches her locker, she feels a gaze upon her as she focuses on collecting her books. As she's about to close her locker, the one and only Zachary Dempsey  appears beside her with a blinding smile that makes her swoon and weak at the knees.
She meets his eyes and notices the bright shine behind them, filled with happiness but also a hint of something else she can't quite put her finger on. Brushing the thought off, she returns the smile, beaming just as brightly at the taller male.
She chuckles softly, containing a hint of amusement and nervousness as she greets him. "Hey Dempsey."
"Y/L/N."
"And what do I owe the pleasure of being graced by your immaculate presence?" She giggles softly at her over dramatized question.
Zach shares a small chuckle with the girl. He looks down slightly to hide the inevitable flush of colour to his face. Though she quickly notices, she neglects the idea to bring it up and the corners of her mouth turn upwards more so slightly, smiling to herself victoriously.
"Well I was wondering you'd allow me the honours of walking to class with you fair maiden." He replies in a cheeky tone, speaking with just as much of a dramatized tone, looking back up to meet the gaze of the girl in front of him again.
She snorts out in laughter but quickly flushes with embarrassment, eyes widening slightly at the action. As she avoids his gaze, nervously playing with her fingers in hope of it comforting her in her time of embarrassment, his smile widens, believing it's the most beautiful and quite possibly the cutest sound he has ever heard a human make in the entirety of his existence. He gazes upon her adoringly but of course, she doesn't notice.
Deciding to help her out, he stands from his leaning position against the locker and looks at her expectantly as he speaks. "Well m'lady, will you allow my to escort you to communications class?" He raises an eyebrow as she looks up at him with a soft smile, blushing even more profusely. She nods her head and finally closes her locker as she starts walking along side him. He smiles victoriously and slings his arm over her shoulders as they continue walking to class, pulling her into his side.
'This is going to be a great day', they both so happened to think to themselves as they head towards their destination for first period.
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As the weeks progressed, Y/N noticed a slight change within Zach's behaviour around her. First came the sweet, kind gestures like carrying her bag as they walk to class together, then the flirty comments, making her blush madly as she would smile up at the basket ball player. But then it soon developed to more shared touches, his fingertips lingering on her skin, goosebumps rising along her arms and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand.
His touch feather light and delicate, as if she was the most precious, fragile thing in the world, sending a tingle up her spine every time they came into contact.
Y/N also noticed the way his jaw clenched whenever she laughed at Foley's jokes or when she became engrossed in a conversation with Atkins and gave him her undivided attention. He wanted that attention so badly for himself but that's something she certainly didn't see.
All these actions between the two often put the thought of "Does he actually like me back?" into her mind but she is just as quick to dismiss them with a shake of her head.
Surely he only likes her as a friend. Right?
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Y/N was heading towards the parking lot to meet up with Tony, her ride home, when an ear studded Jeff in all his decked out in letterman jacket glory jogged up to her and slung an arm over her shoulders, taking the poor, unsuspecting girl by surprise and making her jump slightly.
Looking up, she meets Jeff's gaze and gleaming smile as he chuckles. "Jesus Jeff, you scared the shit out of me." She huffs and pauses momentarily, holding her hand over her heart before resuming with walking, Jeff still slung over her two shoulders.
"Sorry Y/N/N." he laughs boisterously at her pouty expression.
"We need to put a fucking bell on you or something so you can't sneak up on people like that." She suggests playfully.
Jeff continues to chuckle, responding with a small shake of his head in amusement. "Are you saying I'm a pussy, Y/N?" He retorts back, giving her a slight smirk. "I wanted to know if you're coming to the party tonight at Bryce's."
"Yeah, I'll be there. For some reason, Jess and Hannah are actually pretty excited for it so they're forcing me and Clay to go. They've even roped T into going too somehow." Rolling her eyes, she smiles up at the boy.
"Glad to hear it. I'll see you later then." He winks at her and starts to walk away when he shouts back with a mischievous glint in his eye. "AND WEAR SOMETHING SEXY!"
She laughs loudly as she finally gets to Tony's car and climbs in, throwing her back on to the back seat and heading home ready to start preparing for the party later that night.
Throughout their interaction, Zach watched the whole thing from his spot in the parking lot next to his car with furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw. His fists balled up so tightly by his sides that his knuckles turned a ghostly white. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. Jeff knew of his not so little crush on Y/N and wanted to know what he was playing at. hell, he encouraged him to ask you out most of the time.
One way or another, he was finally going to ask you out tonight at the party. 'Before someone else does first', he thought bitterly to himself.
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Y/N gives herself a final once over in her full body length mirror, admiring her outfits that accentuates her features perfectly without being to revealing and uncomfortable. She beams at the handy work of her hair that works beautifully with her outfit for the night. With a pleased smile and a nod of her head, she grabs her phone and heads downstairs to wait in the living room for Tony to finally pick her up.
As she waits on the sofa, viewing her friends snapchat stories, she notices a certain tall, dark haired basket ball player in the background of Monty's snap talking to who she deducts to be Jenny. She notes how blissfully happy he seems to be while Jenny grasps at his biceps, pushing her breasts up and towards his arm, obviously flirting immensely.
With a disheartened huff, she locks her phone and continues waiting for her friend in silence.
'I knew he didn't like me, she's obviously his type'. Her saddening thoughts consumed her mind until the familiar rumble of an engine snapped her out of her revere. She grabbed her phone, making sure she had everything she needed before heading out the door, locking it behind her and hopping into the car, NOT looking forward to watching her long time crush have a girl hang off his arm all night like the worlds most irritating koala ever.
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Walking into the party, the music reverberated throughout the room, adding a thumping pressure on her chest. The music pounding loudly in her ears, she heads towards the kitchen, ready to have her first taste of alcohol that night, which will hopefully help her avoid him.
Upon entering the kitchen, Bryce, who was surrounded by a few other jocks, including Scott and Monty, took notice of Y/N and beckoned her over with a loud greeting and use of her name.
She looked up at the boy and gave him a small, sheepish smile. "Hey Walker." She may not like him greatly but she sees no harm in being civil as he did so too.
"Glad to see you came." He gave her a slight smirk, pulling his bottom lip in-between his teeth.
"Looking good Y/L/N!" Monty complimented loudly over the high volume of the music, giving you a once over with his eyes, looking you up and down. Scott seemingly doing the same.
"Uh, thanks guys." She flushes, more so from feeling uncomfortable under the stares of the jocks she had no interest in sticking around by. "I'm just gonna-uh-get a drink." She gives a tight lipped smile as she squeezes past and gains access to the beverages.
Finally finishing grabbing a drink, she makes haste towards the backyard where she assumes her friends would be. She unfortunately didn't find her friends and was greeted to the sight of a overly tipsy Zach playing beer pong with irritatingly loud Jenny cheering him on. Y/N rolls her eyes at the sight and speedily heads towards the opposite end of the yard.
Sighing, she sits on one of the few sun loungers surrounding the pool, starring sombrely into the amber liquid in her red solo cup. If the drink was a few shades darker, it would be like staring into his eyes, the eyes she wished would look at her filled with love and adoration.
Taking a big gulp, she chances a glance over towards where they had set up the game of beer pong, hoping to get a peek at the guy in question, although she didn't know whether she would like what she'd see.
To her surprise, Zach was already looking over in her direction with a sour face to match her mood. She quickly glanced back down, returning to glare and her drink in hand before taking another big gulp. She felt his gaze burn holes into her and she shifted uncomfortably.
Without so much as a warning, Zach had apparently made his way over without her noticing and sat down beside her on the sun lounger, startling her slightly.
"Hey." she greeted softly, fiddling with her nearly empty cup, basking in the awkward atmosphere, feeling the air surrounding them thick with tension.
"So, where's Jeff?" He questioned bitterly, causing her to furrow her eyebrows in confusion towards the boy sat beside her.
"What? Why would I know where Jeff is?" The confusion she's experiencing crystal clear in her tone of voice just as much as her expression, staring at the boy quizzically.
His jaw clenches slightly and he downs the rest of the liquid within his cup. Sighing heavily as he turns his body towards her, he has an unreadable expression on his own perfectly sculpted face, causing her to frown. "Because you're dating. Or are you messing with his feeling just like fucking mine." He snaps at her slightly. You open and close your mouth repeatedly, shocked by what you're hearing. Before you can ask what he means, he continues, slurring slightly from his consumption . "Yanno, I really like you, like really like you but you clearly just love messing guys around and fucking with their heads. First you lead me on, then you claw your way to Jeff. You've probably lead on half of the fucking school. You're just a bitch like the...rest..."
Zach trails off as he sees the tears building up and threaten to spill from your eyes at any second and he realises what he's done. He shakes his head vigorously with a sad expression upon his. "I-I-I didn't..I didn't mean that...I-I'm sorry..."
He kneels in front of her, taking Y/N's small hands into his larger ones and kisses her knuckles repeatedly, muttering apologies, so quietly that she barely hears them escape his mouth.
"Wh-uh-why wou-would you say tha-at?" She hiccups as she questions his hurtful words. She sniffles slightly and allows some of her tears to fall and roll down her cheek. The sight breaks Zach's heart and he berates himself in his head for hurting such a sweet and an amazing person. In truth, he knew she did nothing wrong but with his overthinking combined with his alcohol consumption, he couldn't help himself.
"I'm an idiot, I don't know, I am SOOOO sorry." He brings his hands up to cup her cheeks and wipe her tears away gently with the pads of his thumbs. "I've definitely ruined my chances now, huh?" He chuckles dryly, a lump forming in his throat.
She looks up at him shocked, cheeks stained with tears that slowly start to dry up. She sniffles and gives him and incredulous look, shaking her head. "You've got to be kidding me." She chuckles softly at his confused expression. "Do you know how long I've wanted to be with you. Jesus fucking Christ Zach. I thought you didn't like me so I sure as shit didn't make a move. I thought we were just friends with weird interactions and banter." She shakes her head, hiding her face in her hands as she lets out a small frustrated groan.
Zach removes her hands from her face and smiles up at her. "How could you seriously not realise that I like you? I made it way too painfully fucking obvious." He lets out a breathy laugh as he slowly moves closer to you. "You are so perfectly oblivious, you know that right?"
Y/N flushes a light pink as she giggles softly, slowly meeting him halfway, alternating between looing into his eyes and staring longingly at his lips.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asks, barely above a whisper, afraid that he would ruin the moment if his voice raised a decibel higher.
Without answering, she closes the gap, pushing her soft, plump lips on to his slightly chapped ones, savouring the moment between the two. She slowly moves her hands up and around to the back of his neck, playing with the hair on his nape as his left cupped her cheek and right gently held on to her waist.
Cheering and wolf whistles sounded not too far to the side of them near the house. Breaking apart slightly, the two saw a small gathering of their friends being over excited about their kiss. Y/N caught sight of Tony and he sent her a cheeky, sly wink. She giggled softly as Zach shook his head, trying to hide his beaming grin.
"Yeah! Get some Dempsey!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BRYCE!" Everyone simultaneously shouted altogether, silencing the perverted party host.
Y/N and Zach go back to looking at each other, both of their eyes filled with adoration for the other sat in front of them. The share a cheek splitting grin before leaning in a sharing a final kiss before Zach stands up and extends his arm out, offering his hand to Y/N. "Come on m'lady, I think we need another drink."
_______________ . . . . . Okay, so I know this wasn't the best, I honestly didn't know where I was going with this. I'll probably be able to formulate a better story if I have an idea on what my story is actually going to be about lmao But seriously, if you've read this, then thank you. I'll be uploading as often as I can (when I'm not swamped with college work), and that means I'll slowly improve. I'd love to get some requests. I can work on them in my spare time and I think it'll be fun to see what others want.
Constructive criticism is gladly welcomed :D
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[Tales from the Pack] Jihoon: Unfamiliar (Part Eight)
Characters: Jihoon x female reader
Genre/warnings: werewolf au, familiar au, fantasy, fluff, smut (itâs kinda rushed bc i was lazy lmao, unprotected sex, fingering, super nervous jihoon trying so hard to act cool lmao, biting/marking, idk thereâs not much to warn yall about)Â
Word count: 2,008
Summary: Jihoonâs never really been considered a warm or affectionate person. His pack teases him about what itâll be like when he finally gets a mate, but he doesnât worry about it. Little do they know that his mate is a lot closer than they think.
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Despite how flustered Jihoon got whenever he was cuddly with you or you were affectionate with him, he couldnât stop himself. He was almost always touching you in some way, earning soft chuckles or teasing smiles or almost inaudible jokes from his pack. The teasing did eventually become old, but Jihoonâs blushing never stopped.
But with you now knowing you were Jihoonâs mate, there was only one thing he had to worry about now other than you going to the market without hiding your ears and tail: marking. To say he was nervous was an understatement, but so would be saying he was excited. He just wanted you to belong to him in every single sense, and marking was that last step. But Jihoon was Jihoon and despite being unable to control his instincts to want to be near you all the time, he was still shy and awkward and couldnât manage to initiate anything.
How he wasnât a virgin was a mystery to just about everyone.
Then again, those were just random people before. You were his mate. This was special and important and something he didnât want to mess up. He wanted it to be absolutely perfect.Â
But he wasnât going to show his nerves or how badly he wanted everything to be perfect. He knew when the time came, he was going to act calm, cool, and collected. He wasnât sure when it would happen because he felt like planning it out might be too weird, but he knew when it happened, he would act like he was totally relaxed and ready -- not that he wasnât ready, he just didnât want you to know he was nervous about making it perfect. He couldnât let it show that he was overthinking everything.
As had become an average night, the two of you laid in bed together with your head on his chest and him playing with your hair and ears until he happened to fall asleep. But neither of you were too tired considering you decided to take a nap in the middle of the day, and Jihoon had joined you about half an hour in. The two of you ended up sleeping three hours until Seokmin woke you up for dinner. So you were talking quietly together while the rest of the house slept or did whatever they did before going to sleep.
âWho do you think will have a baby next?â you wondered since the current topic of discussion was Mingyu and Danbiâs daughter who Jihoon could hear babbling down the hall in his brotherâs room.
He hummed while he considered the limited options before deciding, âIâd put my money on Woo and Soomin.â
âReally? ...Huh.â
âWell the only other options are Jia and Minghao, but I have a feeling Minghao would tell her theyâre not ready. And you canât tell me that Jooyeon seems like she wants to have a baby anytime soon,â he snorted.
You lifted your head and rolled onto your stomach to look at him, âWhat about us?â
You almost burst out laughing from his face when you asked that. Youâd clearly taken him off guard and he wasnât sure if heâd offended you by not including you two or not.
âO-oh... I didnât mean like--â
âNo, I know,â you giggled. âYeah, weâre not really ready right now, huh?â
âCan I ask a question that might be rude?â he wondered.
âIs it if our child would have cat ears?â
âYeah,â he smiled cheekily as you started laughing.
âWhat if itâs part cat and part dog?â
His smile turned to a pout, âIâm not a dog.â
âHow come Seungcheol doesnât care when I say youâre dogs?â
âBecause Jooyeon keeps saying it and at this point, he goes along with anything she says as long as it doesnât get her or anyone else killed, arrested, or injured.â
You shrugged with a nod, figuring that was fair enough. Jooyeon was pretty stubborn and sometimes intentionally went out of her way to push everyoneâs buttons -- all in good fun, of course. One could only correct her so many times before realizing it was useless.
You shifted so you were laying on Jihoon on your stomach, your arms resting on his chest as your chin sat on your arms. You stared down at him, and he raised his eyebrows at you expectantly. Because of your topic of conversation, it had brought up thoughts that you had in the back of your mind, but you werenât sure when to bring it up or how Jihoon would feel about it.
But now was as great a time as any other, right?
âWhy havenât you marked me yet?â you asked bluntly, your tail flicking behind you.
He mightâve stopped breathing when you asked that, his eyebrows raising but his expression staying the same for the most part. And it wasnât because he was calm, cool and collected like he hoped to be when the time came. No, it was because he was too taken off guard to even look like it.
âUm...well...d-did you want me to?â he wondered slowly, trying his best not to stutter so he wouldnât show his nerves despite the fact you were laying on his chest and his heart was beating a million times a second.
âOf course I want you to,â you chuckled. âIâm your mate.â
â...Now?â
You shrugged, âWhy not now?â
He nodded, âOkay, then kiss me.â
Jihoon asking for a kiss was easy. It was something he did all the time without thinking twice about, so when you did kiss him, he didnât feel exceptionally nervous. The feeling of your lips on his and the way your lips moved together was something he was used to by now and no longer got flustered about.Â
When things started to get more heated, he managed to stay calm. As you began grinding down on him and feeling him slowly grow hard in his pants, you let out soft moans that had his hands gripping your hips tighter while his eyes spotted red behind his eyelids. Your lips moved down to his neck, nipping and sucking as he let out a sigh of your name, continuing to guide your hips. It was like his instincts were kicking in and he forgot about how nervous he was to do this with you.
As you left hickeys on his neck and collarbone, his hands explored your body. One went lower, though, moving underneath your bottoms and going between your legs. His fingers started rubbing your clit over your underwear, smirking to himself when he felt your hands squeeze his shoulders harder as you let out a moan of his name.
"You sound so pretty,â he mumbled, his eyes closed as he listened to your breathing and your quiet whimpers.
You broke away from Jihoon to roll on your back and tug your bottoms off. Once they were gone, you tugged on Jihoonâs shirt to pull him on top of you. But before you kissed him again, you pulled his shirt off and tossed it off the bed like you had with your shorts. He smiled down at you before kissing your lips briefly, kissing down along your jaw and down your neck while his fingers went back to work on your clit. His fingers soon pulled your underwear to the side before he was dragging his index finger up and down your slit, making you whimper and buck your hips up. He slid his finger inside you and slowly pumped it in and out, letting out soft grumbles as your moans filled his ears.
Gradually, more clothes came off until your naked bodies were pressed against each other while Jihoon worked you open with two fingers. You reached down to grab his wrist to keep his hand from moving, looking up into his eyes.
âAre you ready?â you asked quietly.
And that was when calm, cool, and collected Jihoon suddenly disappeared. It hit him what was about to happen, and he was hit with a wave of nerves that had his face turning red as his red eyes raked your naked form beneath him.
âU-um... Iâm-- Y-yeah,â he stammered.
âAre you sure?â you wondered. âItâs okay if youâre not.â
âN-no, I am,â he insisted.
You smiled, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, âNervous?â
â...Yeah.â
âAw, thatâs cute,â you giggled.
He frowned, grumbling, âIt is not...â
âHere, maybe this will be a little better,â you said as you rolled on top of him, straddling his lap. He stared wide-eyed up at you his hands almost immediately going to your hips as he admired how you looked naked above him. âIâll do all the work and then you have nothing to be nervous about.â
You lifted your hips, holding the base of his cock and aligning his tip with your entrance. Jihoon opened his mouth to protest, but you had already sunk down on him and silenced anything he couldâve said -- though he wasnât even very sure himself what he planned on saying. He let out a moan, his head falling back against the pillows as he squeezed your hips.
After taking some time to adjust, you began slowly moving your hips. Jihoon groaned out your name softly as he enjoyed the feeling of how you felt around his length, his eyes never leaving your body. His hands moved up your torso to your breasts, squeezing them and rolling your nipples between his fingers. You whimpered as you pressed your hands against his chest for leverage, increasing the speed you were riding him.
âYou feel so good,â he growled lowly.
As you increased your speed and adjusted your angle, your tail twitched and your ears flattened on your head. You let out moans and whimpers as you chased your release while Jihoon began to thrust up into you. He eventually got impatient and needy, holding your hips in place as he fucked up into you. You mewled as your nails scratched his skin, letting him do whatever he wanted with you.
As Jihoon got closer to his release, his instincts outweighed his nerves. He suddenly flipped you on your back and began pounding into you as he growled in your ear. His fangs began elongating as he rubbed your clit with one of his hands, the other still having a hard grip on your hip that would probably bruise in the morning. You whimpered and gasped, writhing beneath him as you grabbed onto any part of him your hands would touch.
âAre you close?â he asked, his fangs grazing your neck so you knew that meant he mustâve been close.
âY-yes,â you mewled.
It only took a few more thrusts before you felt warmth fill you. Jihoon released inside you with a loud moan before you felt something sharp in your neck that you thought wouldâve hurt, but somehow caused your orgasm to come crashing down on you. You arched your back off the bed, seeing stars behind your eyelids as you came around Jihoonâs cock, crying out his name.
After riding out your orgasm, you relaxed back onto the bed. You didnât even realize Jihoon had pulled his fangs out and was lapping at the mark to heal it faster, but his softening length was still inside you as your release mixed with his and dripped down your thighs.
âThat was fun,â you giggled breathlessly.
Jihoon lifted his head from your neck to look at you, the hints of a smile on his face, âYouâre the only person I know who would giggle after being bitten.â
âIâm also the only person you know whoâs part cat, so,â you shrugged, âI guess Iâm a little weird.â
âAnd I love it,â he told you before pressing a kiss to your nose. Then he pulled out of you and pushed himself off the bed, âIâll get a towel.â
You reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back to you before you snuggled on his chest like you always did, humming, âFive more minutes.â
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for fluff: "one more chapter" or "there's enough room for both of us"
itâs been 84 years............ but here u go lmao tysm for the prompts!!!!!! i used both!
CW for some brief suicidal ideation, just in case. itâs v mild but pls be careful yall (i know, this fic was supposed to be fluffy đ
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posted on ao3
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Billyâs life had changed a lot in the past two years.Â
So much that some days he barely recognizes himself in the mirror. The scars, the state of his hairâwhich he hasnât cut since last summer and generally just throws back for convenienceâ sakeâthe stubble he doesnât bother with most days. Small things, in the grander scheme of whatâs different about his life, but it adds up.
And itâs Friday night, heâs curled up at home, and perfectly content to be there.Â
Thereâs a steaming mug of cider on the coffee table (a scratched-up old thing that Hop left him when he officially handed off ownership of his trailer to Billy), and wind rattling the windows, and Max is asleep in the next room. Itâs...cozy.Â
El stopped by earlier that afternoon, Max in tow, demanding Billy let them stay because Mike was being a dick or a DnD campaign was going on too long and Elâs character died a while back so she was bored, or...something. Possibly Mike was being a dick about her character being dead. Max kept chiming in with her own two cents worth but it really just made the whole thing harder to follow.
But it didnât really matter why they stopped by, theyâre always coming up with reasons to invade his living room and eat all his food and nag him about teaching them how to do fancy braids. And Max usually wanders off to nap in his room when El starts asking Billy to read to her.
Which is what heâs doing now.Â
Last month he read her Jane Eyre (her idea). A week ago they started The Hobbit.Â
Itâs been slow going, considering how often El interrupts to ask questions, and every time thereâs a song they have the same argument about him not actually singing, but theyâre making progress.Â
Heâs reading through the weird goblin song as monotone as possible just so he can laugh at Elâs disgruntled scrunchy face, and putting up with her poking his thigh with her toes when he rolls his eyes at her, and honestly having the time of his fucking life, because, yeah, saying things have changed in the past two years is the understatement of the decade.
When he gets to the end of Over Hill and Under Hill and closes the book she gasps dramatically, sitting up and pulling the ugly orange throw blanket (gift from Mrs. Byers) sheâd been snuggled up in tighter around her shoulders.
âBilly, no!âÂ
He drops the book in his lap and raises his eyebrows at her. âItâs the end of the chapter.â
âNo.â
âYeah, it definitely is.â
El frowns at him, her whole face going pinched. âBut you canât stop there.â
Itâs moments like this that almost make Billy forget she can kill people with her brain. Moments when she just looks like a kid, all wrapped up in her favourite blanket and pouting.Â
And itâs like she knows thatâs his goddamn kryptonite. Because those moments also remind him that she deserves this. More than anyone he knows, she deserves all the childish crap she wants, and more. It wonât ever replace the childhood that was taken from her, but itâs a start.
So, needless to say, Billy has a hard time saying no to her.
He drops his head back against the cushion behind him, staring at the ceiling for a momentâpretending to contemplate, while she glowers at himâand sighs loudly.Â
âOne more chapter.âÂ
She beams.
Theyâre only a few pages into Riddles in the Dark when a car pulls up, and Billy doesnât even have time to put the book down before the front door bursts open.Â
âEl! Will thought heâis that The Hobbit?â Dustin comes to an abrupt halt two paces into the room, blinking at the book in Billyâs hands. All his little friends nearly collide with his back, and thereâs suddenly a gaggle of obnoxious teenagers huddled in Billyâs doorway.Â
âWho cares,â Lucas scoffs, pushing him out of the way so he, Wheeler, and Will, can shuffle the rest of the way inside. âGet out of the way!â
Billy is still trying to figure out what the fuckâs even happening when Steve goddamn Harrington walks in behind his pack of brats. Because of course he was the one who drove them here. Him being a fine upstanding citizen and all that. With nothing better to do, apparently. (Not that Billy has room to judge anymore.)
Suddenly the bickering kids are mostly background noise. Billy always did have a hard time concentrating on anything else when Steveâs in the room. Especially when heâs looking like that, warm brown eyes lit up with interest, and the corner of his mouth pulling upwards in a half-smile. His cheeks are pink from the chill outside, his hair a mess from the wind, and locking eyes with him makes Billyâs heart pound.Â
Theyâve been on good terms these past few months and itâs a special kind of torture that Billy wouldnât give up for the fucking world.
But he doesnât get to enjoy the view for long becauseâ
ââthe Mind Flayer might be back!â
Billy stiffens. âWhat?â He glances at El. Sheâs sitting up straight now, her eyes dark, expression closed off.Â
Mike sighs irritably. âWerenât you listening? Will thinks he might have sensed the Mind Flayer, so we needed to make sure Elâs okay.â He crosses his arms, glaring at Billy. âBecause the stupid thing wants her dead, remember?â
âWheeler,â Steve hisses, and smacks the kidâs shoulder.
âYeah.â Billy grits his teeth, cold fingers trailing down his spine. âI remember.âÂ
The room is silent for several agonizing seconds, the kids all exchanging glances. Until Billyâs bedroom door opens and Max shuffles out, rubbing her eyes.Â
âWhatâs everyone doing here?âÂ
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Theyâd all been hanging out at Steveâs when Will had a bad feeling. The same kind of prickling bone-deep chill heâd gotten two summers ago. Needless to say, ignoring it until people started dying didnât seem like the way to go this time, hence the home invasion.
Which had been Steveâs idea, apparently. Or. His initial reaction had been to blurt out does this mean Billyâs possessed again, and it had spiraled from there. To Mike freaking out about El not being safe because she was here, to Lucas reminding him that Billy had only gotten the better of her when she didnât have powers, to Dustin yelling about checking in with her either way because she might have The Facts.Â
And so theyâd broken a couple traffic laws to get here.
Billy suspects Steve feels guilty about suggesting he might be possessed, because he got very awkward when it was brought up. And he stepped in several times when Wheeler and Sinclairâs interrogation got a little too intense (there were threats of hot pokers involved).
It should have felt condescendingâBillyâs a grown-ass adult, he doesnât need someone defending him from lanky teenagersâbut he canât help feeling a little warm when itâs Steve coming to his defense.Â
The discussion overall is a mess. El doesnât have any answers, Billy hasnât felt anything odd lately, and the lack of anything to go on beyond Will having a momentary freakout is putting everyone on edge.Â
Max, who squished herself onto the couch between Billy and El, cuts through the cyclical arguing after the third dramatic eye-roll from Mike. âGuys, can you cool it for a second. Weâre getting nowhere.â Her protest is punctuated by a yawn, which makes El giggle.Â
âSheâs right,â Steve sighs, mussing with his hair absentmindedly. âBilly and El are fine, everyoneâs fine, we should all get some sleep.â
âDude, are you sure youâre good to drive?â Dustin asks, squinting appraisingly at Steve. Itâs a fair question, itâs late and Steve looks like heâs about to keel over, but Billyâs not sure he likes where this is going.
âWho said anything about driving?â Max snorts, glancing at Billy.Â
Damnit Max.
âIs there even space for everyone here? This place is tiny.â
âFuck you, Wheeler, not all of us can live in goddamn mansions.â
The kid opens his mouth to retort, bristling with indignation, but Will interjects, stuttering a little in his haste, âI, um, Iâd feel a little safer if everyone, you know, stayed in one place? At least for tonight?â
And that pretty much settles it.Â
Once everyone mumbles their (in some cases reluctant) agreement, El crows âSleepover!â and drags Max off to find spare blankets, leaving Billy sitting on the couch alone and wondering where the hell Steve is gonna sleep. For...no particular reason...other thanâŚ
Well.
Itâs not like Mike was wrong, the trailer wasnât built to house six teenagers and two twenty-somethings. Most of them are going to end up squished on the living room floor, and Max and El already called dibs on the couch, and...well, unless Steve wants to crash in the fucking kitchen there really isnât anywhere else for him to go other than Billyâs room. He doesnât even have a goddamn tub the guy could curl up in.Â
And just because heâs wanted Steve Harrington in his bed since minute one, doesnât mean he wants it right now. Not like this.Â
Because like this he has to deal with Maxâs side-eye, and Elâs knowing look (the girl has been in his head, she literally knows everything about him), and Willâs weird wide-eyed interest, and worst of all, Steve not doing this because he wants to.Â
In fact, judging by the way he blanches when Max suggests it, Billyâs room is the last place heâd like to be. Which is not really something Billy ever really wanted hard proof of, thanks.Â
Heâs dealt with enough in his life, he didnât need to know exactly how repulsive Steve finds the idea of sleeping in the same room as him.Â
âYouâre welcome to sleep in your goddamn car if my floor isnât good enough for you, Harrington,â he bites out, probably harsher than was warranted.Â
Steve blinks at him, mouth falling open, eyebrows raised.Â
âOh my god, itâs too cold to sleep outside, Billy,â Max says, rolling her eyes. âStop being such a dick.â
âWhatever,â he mutters. âFigure your shit out, Iâm going to bed.âÂ
The silence he leaves behind is tense and awkward.Â
Heâs been laying in bed staring at the ceiling, moping and berating himself, for about ten minutes when the door creaks open.
âHey, uh,â Steveâs voice is soft, uncertain, and Billy feels like even more of an asshole for snapping at him. âIâm just...gonna...crash on the floor. Um. Good night.â
This is punishment isnât it. For being such a douche for so long. Now he gets to try and fall asleep knowing Steve fucking Harrington is laying nearby, sleepy and warm and out of reach. He listens to Steve shuffle around, getting situated, laying out blankets and trying to find a soft bit of carpet to lay on. Has to bite his tongue to keep from saying something stupid. Like offering up his bed. Or poking fun at how much Steve sighs when heâs getting comfortable (Because itâs dumb, not cute. Definitely not cute.).
Itâs unclear how long they lay there in the dark, Billy watching moonlight cast the outlines of skeletal trees across the wall, listening to Steveâs quiet breathing to remind himself heâs not alone. That the shadows are just shadows and thereâs no reason to be tense and sweating andâ
Billyâs pretty sure itâs been long enough that Steve should be asleep, considering how tired he looked, so he tosses his blanket off and swipes the pack of cigarettes off his bedside table, hoping to god the floor doesnât creak when he pads across the room. Thereâs no noise coming from the other room, so either the kids are asleep too or a miracle has occurred and theyâre all just being really quiet.Â
He slips out the side door, and takes a breath. The lake is too still, despite the wind. No self-respecting body of water doesnât have waves. But itâs pretty enough, he supposes. Enough to make for a decent view while he smokes a cigarette.
Takes a couple tries to light up. His hands arenât what they used to be, especially in the cold. Holding off a thirty-foot meat puppet bare-handed does that to a person, tears shit up that doesnât heal right afterwards.
Heâs about halfway through his cig when Steve joins him. Billyâs shoulders stiffen at the sound of footsteps, and he doesnât relax at all when he realizes who it is.Â
âHey.â
Out of the corner of his eye Billy watches Steve lean against the porch railing beside him. He takes another drag before he looks over properly, keeping his expression as neutral as possible. âFancy meeting you here.âÂ
âCouldnât sleep?â
Billy raises his eyebrows. Gestures with his cigarette and turns away again. âNo shit.â
He can feel Steveâs eyes on him, and he resolutely ignores it. Stares out at the water and flicks cigarette ash over the railing. The wind picks up again and cuts through his thin shirt. Shouldâve grabbed a fucking sweater. Not because the cold bothers him at all, but...well, because it doesnât anymore.
He shivers when a completely-unrelated-to-the-weather chill runs down his spine.
âSooâŚâ Steve fidgets, and trails off awkwardly, his nonchalance painfully fake.
The corner of Billyâs mouth twitches, and he raises his cigarette to his lips, a flimsy excuse to hide his smile.Â
âDid, uh. Did El choose the book, orâŚ?â
He chokes on a mouthful of smoke. Doc Owens did tell him he shouldnât have taken up smoking again. Though he was probably more concerned about Billyâs scarred lungs and than Steve Harrington-related hazards.Â
Coughing definitely does hurt a lot more than it used to though.Â
He flinches when Steve touches his shoulder, pats it, rubs a littleâtrying to help with the coughing, presumablyâmaking Billyâs heart trip over itself.Â
Once heâs no longer wheezing he wipes his eyes, and waves off Steveâs apologies, hoping the embarrassed flush on his cheeks isnât too visible in the dim light.Â
Steveâs hand stays where it is.
For several quiet moments Billy waits for him to withdraw but he doesnât, and Billy finally meets his eyes. Which was probably a mistake. His heart skips again. Heâs still not used to Steve looking at him like that. Soft and wide-eyed and concerned andâŚ
God, heâs so fucking beautiful. Billy used to dream about getting this close without needing pretense, without having to pretend, getting to bask in the warmth coming off him and feel his breath on his skin and see something other than indifferenceâor worse, the hatred that came laterâlooking back at him. What he has now is...not quite what he wants. It lights him up but leaves him wanting.Â
Another gust of wind makes a mess of Steveâs hair, locks falling into his eyes and sticking up in all directions, and Billy itches. Clenches his fist to stop himself from fixing it.
âHer dweeby little friends kept talking about it, and she couldnât get through it herself. So...â Billy trails off, scratching his cheek and glancing away. âI may have had a copy laying around.â
Steveâs hand finally leaves its perch on his shoulderâboth a disappointment and a reliefâto brush the stray locks of hair out of his face. He grins at Billy, whole face lit up and stupidly pretty even as his fingers get stuck in tangles. âReally?âÂ
âYeah.â Billy bites the inside of his cheek. âMy mom used to read it to me.âÂ
Itâs easier to talk about her now. Mostly with El, whoâs still the only person who knows the full story, but, well, heâs pretty sure at least Max and Steve have guessed the bits they werenât told. Or, hell, maybe El told everyone everything during those months he was out of commission and everyone thought he was dead, and no oneâs brought it up to his face because it would be awkward as hell.Â
In any case, Steveâs expression softens.Â
âOh,â he says quietly. âSo, you and her were pretty close, huh?â
If asked Billy would have blamed the sudden sting of tears in his eyes on the wind. âI guess.â A pause. âNot enough for her to take me when she left,â he mumbles, chewing his thumbnail and frowning out at the lake.
His cigarette hangs between two fingers in his other hand.Â
âBillyâŚâ
âDonât. Iâve heard every condolence in the book, okay. Itâs...itâs fine.â
For several long moments the only sounds are the dry rustle of leaves in the wind and Billyâs nail-biting.Â
Then Steve slips his fingers around Billyâs wrist and tugs gently. Too surprised to resist, Billy lets him. Lets his hand be pulled away from his face, thumb pressed to his pulsepoint, lets him hold on for a beat longer than necessary before letting go. And Billy stares at him the whole time, lips parted, shoulders tense, waiting to see what Steve will do next.
What he does next is smile a little sad, and tilt his head. âItâs a bad habit, you know. Biting your nails.âÂ
âI donât have any other kind of habit.â
âHm,â Steve hums, âI donât think thatâs true.âÂ
Which is a weird thing to say, and a weird thing to get emotional over, and yet Billy kind of feels like heâs been punched in the chest.
He rubs at the knotted scar tissue that spiderwebs across his whole torso, and canât help but wonderânot for the first timeâif Steveâs perception of him might be a little blinded by the one good thing heâs ever done. Heâs tried to be better since then, atone a little, but Steveâs confidence in him still feels unearned.
And all the work heâs put into getting his shit together might all be for nothing anyways, if some fucking slime monster decides to crawl down his throat again. If Willâs right and that thing is back...for all he knows the thing has it out for him too, after the shit he pulled at Starcourt. He thought heâd end up dead, he wasnât exactly worried about making himself a target in the long run.Â
But now...
Billy exhales slowly through his nose, eyes falling shut for a moment before he grits out, âI canât do it again.â Steve blinks at him, nonplussed. âThis,â he taps his scars, âThe fucking. Mind Flayer bullshit. I canât.â
âYouâŚâ Steve folds his arms across his stomach, hands clutching his elbows. Itâs a nervous tic that makes Billy ache. Always makes his heart clench, but tonight that gets lost in the black hole of anxiety already twisting up his insides âYou wonât have to, Iâweâll protect you. If we stick togetherââ
âItâs not a guarantee.â
âNo, butââ
âWe donât know anything about this alien shit, for all we know I was never really free of it, andâI justâpromise you wonât let it use me again,â Billyâs voice breaks, and he clenches his jaw to try and hold it all back, the taste of bile in the back of his throat, the crushing weight of existential panic pressing in.Â
Steveâs eyes widen, âWhat do you mean by that?â
âYou know what I mean. Crash another car into me. Let your ex shoot me in the fucking head. I donât care how, I need you to stop me.â He needs to understand, Billyâs eyes bore into him, willing him to understand.
But he shakes his head, face twisted up with horror, âI donât think I can do that.â
Billy takes a step towards him, desperation bleeding into his voice, âSteve.â He blinks back tears. âPlease.âÂ
âDonâtââ Steve looks away, curling in on himself, âDonât do that.â
âDo what, ask you to perform a public fucking service?â Billy spits, eyes stinging, face burning. He regrets the words once theyâre spoken, but thereâs no taking them back now. Heâs talked with Owens about this sort of shit and he thought he was past it.Â
Apparently not.
He deflates. Like a slap in the face, it stops him dead, turns his agonizing back inward where it fucking belongs. Wiping his eyes, he sighs.Â
Itâs too late to stop the puppy-dog eyes Steveâs giving him now though. The unreserved sadness in the way heâs looking at Billy is so overwhelming itâs almost palpable. âIs that really how you feel?â
Is it? Heâs not sure anymore. It was for a long time. Long enough that he couldnât remember feeling any other kind of way until El reminded him. But nowâŚ
He shrugs. âItâs...complicated. Iâah, shit!â His hand jerks, and the cigarette heâd been holding falls to the ground. That never used to hurt so fucking much. âDamn thing burnt me.âÂ
He sucks on the stinging knuckle, waiting for the pain to subside, tasting salt and ash, and looks back up at Steve.
They lock eyes.
Steveâs expression has closed off, his gaze still heavy, but with something else, sliding down Billyâs face with an intensity Billyâs not quite sure what to make of. Heâs struck dumb by the attention (not something he usually has a problem handling), lips still wrapped around his finger but his mouth has gone slack.
It feels like a static shock, one crackling jolt of a moment, something sharp lancing through him, and then itâs over. Steveâs blinking, glancing away. Billyâs hand falls to his side. It would be like it never happened except he still feels charged, pent up, heart full to bursting and stomach in knots.Â
Billy sighs, and rubs his eyes. âLetâs just...go back to bed.â
Wording, Billy. Wording. His cheeks warm a little, but he manages to keep his expression neutral as he turns and heads back inside.
He practically throws himself into his bed, curling up on his side and pulling the blankets around him, back turned to Steve. Sleep seems like a pipe dream at this point, but doing anything other than pretending to get some rest would involve talking to and/or looking at Steve, so. Not an option.Â
But after he listens to Steve settle back into his little pile of blankets, the minutes crawl by, and Billy gets twitchy. Wants so badly to move, toss and turn and fidget, and say something, but doesnât know where to start and doesnât want to draw Steveâs attention, andâ
God, this is so fucking stupid.
Billy rolls over. âSteve.â
âYeah?âÂ
The room is silent for a beat. He shuffles around a little and the sheets rustle loudly in the quiet. Â
âWould you get up here,â he says suddenly, all at once, demanding, scarcely believing what the fuck is coming out of his mouth.Â
â...What?â Steve sounds a little breathless and it makes Billyâs stomach clench.
âJust...thereâs enough room for both of us, alright.â Jesus christ.Â
The lump of Steve and blankets on the floor doesnât move. He doesnât speak, for what seems like an eternity, and Billyâs about to brush it off, turn it into a joke, take it back, something, whenâ
âOkay.â
Oh.
What?
Oh god, heâs getting up. This is happening. Billy stares at his silhouette, the tense line of his shoulders, his awkward gait, and wonders why heâs agreeing to this if heâs so goddamn uncomfortable.Â
Guess the floor is officially less comfortable than being in bed with Billy. Joy.
But then heâs sliding under the covers and Billy forgets to be bitter because his brain is mostly static at this point. White noise and his heartbeat thundering in his ears and the deafening creak of boxspring groaning under unexpected weight.
And Steveâs doing that thing again, sighing, little hums as he wiggles around getting himself situated, and Billy is dying. He thought he was being punished before, but now heâs sure, because this is ridiculous. No grown man should be that adorable.Â
By the time heâs gotten himself comfy Billy is about ready to combust.Â
It doesnât help that heâs decided to lay down extremely close and facing Billy. Itâs so intimate it hurts.
âDo you think youâll actually sleep?â
Billy shrugs noncommittally. âMaybe.â He tries to make it sound more casual than it is. Like itâs a choice and not the sad fact that heâs too fucking anxious to relax.Â
Seems heâs not the only one though, Steve keeps fidgeting, his face doing something weird Billy canât quite see in the gloom. But he doesnât have to see to recognize Steveâs tics.
âSpit it out,â Billy sighs.
âWhat did you mean. When you said itâs complicated?â Steve asks softly.
Ah.
âYou really wanna get into this?â He sure doesnât, but Steve nods and Billyâs fucking weak when it comes to giving Steve what he wants. âI meant that...I...used to feel like that. All the time. It was fucking relentless.â He thinks about rolling onto his back so he wonât have to look at Steve for this, but finds himself stuck, drawn in by the faint starlight reflected in Steveâs eyes. âBut nowadays Iâve got...shit to hang on for, I guess. Doesnât make it all go away, but it makes it easier.â
âOh.â Steve wriggles a little closer, his hand landing in the space between their pillows. Right next to Billyâs hand. Close enough that he can feel him there, but not quite touching.
He doesnât say anything else, which Billyâs grateful for. Heâs got Doc Owens for the big speeches about how life is worth living, and itâs grating enough getting them from someone whoâs literal job is to say that kind of shit.Â
It helps. It does. But he can only handle so much.
Speaking of which.
âIâm sorry,â Billy says quietly. Heâs keeping his hand too still for it to come across as casual, trembling with the effort. If he moved his pinky just a little theyâd be touching, and heâs painfully aware of this fact.
âWhat for?â
âEarlier, when I...I was asking for a lot.â
âOh.â Steve shifts, the blankets rustling as he shuffles around, but as much as he fidgets, his hand stays where it is. âBilly...I donât want you to have to go through that again, butâŚâ
Billy, on an impulseâwith a feeling somewhat akin to stepping off a ledge without a parachuteâhooks his pinky over Steveâs. In the dark he hears a soft intake of breath, can just barely make out the way Steveâs mouth falls open, moonlight casting shadows when his tongue darts out to lick his lips.Â
âI know. It wasnât fair toââ
âNo, no,â Steve flips his palm upward and laces their fingers together, squeezing Billyâs hand. âItâs not that. You have every right to be scared, and...look, this whole thing is batshit crazy, none of us know how to deal with it.âÂ
Billy runs his thumb along the length of Steveâs index finger, marvelling at the contact, and the way his pulse flutters when the gesture is returned. It takes him a second to find his voice, âTrue, but youâve never asked me to mercy kill you.â
Steve exhales, the ghost of a laugh, and it warms the back of Billyâs hand. He shivers, his whole arm tingling. âBilly, I havenât gone through half the shit you have.â A pause. âI want to help. Anything you need, just...not that.âÂ
Anything. It catches in Billyâs throat, stops his heart for just a second, reminds him that theyâre inches apart, in bed together. For the second time tonight he feels like heâs been punched in the sternum, and he goes rigid, relaxing only minutely when Steve squeezes his hand again.
âCareful, pretty boy. Saying shit like that might give a guy ideas,â he murmurs, gaze searching, wandering Steveâs face, the shadows cast by the soft fall of hair across his forehead.
âOh yeah?â Steve pulls their clasped hands to his chest. His heart is racing, but his voice is steady, âWell, have enough ideas with no follow-through and a guy might think youâre all talk.â
Billyâs breath catches. The world stops. âYou...you donât want me to follow through.âÂ
The reality of the situation hits him like a train. Flirting is one thing, heâs always had a hard time keeping his mouth shut around Steve, but this is something heâd only ever regretted letting himself imagine because he knew heâd never have it. And now that itâs within reach...
âSee, the thing isâŚâ Steve slides a little closer. His knee brushes Billyâs thigh. âI really, really do.â
âIââ his voice breaks, mouth dry, throat closing up as he tries to swallow past the lump making it hard to breathe.Â
âBilly,â Steve whispers, a hot puff of air against Billyâs lips. âPlease.â
Fuck.
He surges forwardâhard enough that their teeth click togetherâand his mouth muffles Steveâs gasp. The hand not cradled against Steveâs chest comes up to touch his cheek, fingertips caressing his jaw, coaxing him closer, sliding back to thread into his hair.Â
Steveâs lips are plush and warm against his, curved into a smile that leaves Billy tingling, dizzy and drunk on sensations. The way his mouth tastes, the softness of his skin under Billyâs scarred palm, the way his heart twists when Steve reaches out to touch his chest.
He pulls back, and rests his forehead against Steveâs. His eyes stay shut and he just breathes. Soaks up the moment.Â
âGod,â Steve sighs, nuzzling their noses together. âAlways knew youâd be good at that.â
âYeah?â Billy asks quietly, fiddling with the stray locks of hair behind Steveâs ear. Heâs feeling...raw. Vulnerable. Itâs a fragile state of being, one wrong word away from breaking. Or a few right words away from fucking bliss, but that never seems to be how it goes for him.Â
âYeah, even when we didnât like each other I wondered. Annoyed the hell outta me.â
âSteveâŚâ He pauses, choosing his words carefully, âI always liked you.â If his heart wasnât already racing, it sure would be now. He braces himself for the worst.
But it doesnât come. Thereâs a pause. Steveâs fingers curl into the front of his shirt. âOh.â He presses a chaste kiss to Billyâs lips, lingering, before chuckling lightly. âThat explains a lot actually.â
Billyâs cheeks burn. Yeah, he supposes it would. âYouâre not...freaked out?â he ventures, hesitant.Â
âMm, nope.â He reaches up, brushes a stray curl out of Billyâs face. âDefinitely okay with this.â
I love you.
The thought doesnât shock him but the desire to say it out loud does. The way it lodges itself in his throat and sticks. He hasnât said it to anyoneâhasnât wanted to say it to anyoneâsince his mother left. The precedent is intimidating, butâŚ
Steve smells like honey and clean air, laying in bed with Billy, warm and pliant next to him tracing patterns in Billyâs scars, his gaze is fond, his smile is soft, and...and Billyâs in love.
He swallows. Pushes it down for now.Â
He kisses Steve again. Slower. A gentle press of mouths, and another. Takes his time deepening it, teasing with his tongue. He waits for Steve to pull away, to decide that this thing is one thing too far, but it never happens. Steve lets him escalate, and gives as good as he gets.Â
Theyâre both breathless and flushed and Billyâs riding high on the bubbling warmth in his chest, lightheaded from it. He slides his leg over Steveâs, straddling his thigh, pressing down, seeking friction.Â
He shifts, rocking forward a little, and Steve moans, low and deep right in Billyâs ear.
They both freeze. Steveâs breath coming in ragged little bursts against the side of Billyâs face.Â
âPretty boy, as much as Iâd love to hear more of that, no one else in the house does.â
âJesus christ.â
âNo need to bring him into it.â
âShut up,â Steve laughs and buries his face in Billyâs shoulder. âJust give me a minute.â
âAw, I get you all riled up, baby?âÂ
Steve slides a hand down, down, and palms Billyâs cock, drawing a short gasp from him. âYes.â
They stay entangled the rest of the night, dozing in and out of consciousness, Steve pressing the occasional sleepy kiss to Billyâs collarbone. And...Billyâs not sure what will happen after tonight, but he knows itâll be easier to deal with if he gets to keep this. Whatever this is. He doesnât have the heart to ask, not yet, but for the first time in a while, he has hope.
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Spanish Princess Episode 5: many many thoughts
Strap yo selves inÂ
-WHERE WAS THE APOLOGY?? Linaâs just back with Catherine like nothing happened??Â
-Katherine, I get why youâre upset, but you kind of should be unsurprised?? Your dad was unfaithful to his wife, most kings were. Henry VII and Richard III were the exceptions, and even they had illegitimate sons before their marriages. Many kings also had official mistresses that everyone knew about, so by the standards of the time Henry and Bessie are actually being pretty tactful in at least trying to keep their affair out of sight. (Sexy dancing aside).Â
-Honestly it would have been so much more moving if KoA was like âI know kings take mistresses...but I thought...I was so sure... he would be different...â
-âthey gave me a purse of gold!â Itâs expected that you give the monarch lavish presents, lmao Ursula and Stafford would do that even if they hated each other and you
-âeverybody loves a masqueâ the only sensible thing Henry has said so far in this show. Also court probably had way more masques than we see in the show, and it would standard to have a masque every holiday.Â
-âshe is not a boyâ hurry up with your character development and learn to love Mary already i am so TIRED of this miserable BS
-seems a rather depopulated masque? If the Chateau Vert pageant is anything to go by putting on a masque was a court activity, with most of the ladies performing. Â
-Bessie Blount in her cute masque costume... sweet mother i cannot weave Aphrodite has overcome me with GAAAAAAAAAAAAY
-âI never enjoyed carousing...my mother scolded meâ look i love the Neville sisters with my whole heart but a) Margaret was 3 at most when her mother died, how does she remember her? Sheâd have clearer memories of her double-uncle and double-aunt, Richard III and Queen Anne b) Isabel Neville in the White Queen was established as very prim and proper, a well-bred girl who cared about enforcing decorum, she refused to âcarouseâ and she certainly would never bring a 3 year old to a party c) we saw little Margaret as a girl at the end of the White Queen and she didnât seem at all shy.Â
-âshe died young, didnât sheâ ...yes? most people did?
-âthey both didâ understatement of the year. Isabel Neville died young because she was ill, George died young (in the universe of The White Queen, at least) BECAUSE HE WAS FORCEFULLY DROWNED IN A VAT OF MALMSEY WINE. THESE TWO THINGS ARE NOT THE SAME! I do at least trust the writers of this show that the understatement was intentional, Iâm sure even Emma Frost couldnât forget a major character getting violently drowned.
-So the court only noticed the plague when one of their own got it so obviously and then died? Yes, plague could move fast, but if there was a whiff of plague the court would flee with the speed of the Looney Tunes road runner. If an acquaintance of an acquaintance of a cook had a cousin who saw someone with the plague, the court would flee to the country. How have these people not died of terminal stupid?! Like Compton was in the same building as the heir to the throne
-To be fair, it makes sense that theyâre surprised Comptonâs dead. Because the real Compton died of the sweating sickness. In 1528. Also he was involved in Buckinghamâs downfall so... you just wrote yourself into a corner.
-Oh wow an actual good reason for More and Pole to be quarantined together i am amaaaaaazed
-âattend the queenâ Boleyn, what do you think your daughterâs been doing all season if not attending the queen? Playing tetris?
-Katherine helping Anne into the wagon...I actually like that little moment. Like it does make sense, because the two have no reason to hate each other yet. (And who couldnât like Anne? Sheâs such a babby!)
-Thomas More in the Tudor equivalent of casual clothes... much better. Shame about the 1930s ladyâs wig.
-âwhat else should we do?â Maggie, this cannot be the first epidemic youâve ever lived through. Have you forgotten the sweating sickness of 1485? Youâve probably lived through more epidemics than Oviedo has, you should know the protocol better than him.
-Oviedo continues to be the only man with rights. I wish we could see him crying and missing his wife and babies, but then my lil heart would break so maybe itâs for the best.
-They burn Maggieâs weird blue hood AS THEY SHOULD! IT WAS UGLY AND STUPID! I NEVER HAVE TO LOOK AT IT AGAIN NOW! THANK YOU SO MUCH! yes they also burned her nice dress with the strawberries on it but honestly itâs worth it, bc now i can rest easy, knowing the evil hood has been defeated.
-âyou were a playthingâ Katherine is so obviously insecure. Iâm getting second-hand embarrassment. Like if she really was certain Bessie wasnât important, she wouldnât need to say it, would she? Except to rub it in. Which this KOA would absolutely do.Â
-literally all Bessie said was good morning?? Like Bessie is doing her best?? The masque was Henryâs idea, not hers, she hasnât shown off about her affair, she hasnât demanded money or titles, she hasnât demanded any status to rival Katherineâs, she doesnât flirt with or even speak to Henry when Katherineâs around, she acts like theyâre strangers, she doesnât even react when Katherine loses her temper...someone please please stick up for Bessie!
-âthe rocking of the cart is unsettling to the stomachâ is Anne naive, or is she covering for Bessie? I hope itâs the latter, in which case Anne is the one person looking out for Bessie...the babby is Soft, I repeat the babby is Soft!
-the irony of Mary being cold to Bessie when sheâs next in the firing line...
-âit is not the rockingâ Thank you Lina, where would we be without your gift for stating the obvious?
-âwhere did Wolsey get his moneyâ...Heâs a churchman...at the top of the church hierarchy...how do you fuckin think he got wealthy. Have yâall not been in the sixteenth century for five minutes? Why do you think Luther is so mad at the church?
-âI know of no other man in her bed most nightsâ Honestly wow Iâm surprised KoA wasnât like âwell :/ a girl like that :/ who knows how many men process in and out of her bed :/â KoA gets half a point for being less bitchy than usual. Also Bessie looked so uncomfortable with Henry groping her stomach in front of Katherine. I pray the next man in her life treats her right and that Fraham donât prematurely kill her off like they did with Compton. Â
-âthe future kingâ if youâre regent on his behalf, then heâs already king! âCivilised companionshipâ back at it again with the Scots-are-barbarians.
-Laura Carmichael is utterly stunning this episode, with her hair down. The cinematography was beautiful in general this week.
-âfreedom to speak and licence to speak are two different thingsâ hey look at that one of Thomas Moreâs actual beliefs. I am giving all the credit to the historical advisor for that, I donât believe for one second Fraham knew that beforehand.
-Maggie I love you but no, God does not sanction adultery. For any reason.Â
-KOA smirking and gloating about Bessieâs pain...she has never been so punchable. I would understand, if not condone it, if Bessie was manipulative, or greedy, or ambitious, or trying to supplant Katherine. But Bessieâs been betrayed by Henry too, and thereâs no concrete evidence she ever gloated about her affair, to anyone let alone Katherine. Â
-âYou think only of your own fate while London is struck down with plagueâ Earth to Katherine?? What concern have you shown for the Londoners?? Also calling Bessie selfish...Bessieâs not the one who lashed out at Lina, was jealous at Lina for having twin boys, and who wanted to continue a war for personal reasons. And then Bessie proves KoA wrong 5 hot seconds later by sticking up for Mary. Bit rich of KoA to be all âhow dare you leave my daughter unattendedâ when she herself wonât even hold Mary.Â
-âLouis didnât last a yearâ What! Is! The Timeline!
-Meg in that cloak reminds me of the Scottish Widow adverts. Georgie is so greedy- she steals every single scene she is in! Even when sheâs raging she has more dignity and more presence than KoA ever has.
-âYOU LYING SODâ i burst out laughing itâs really not the little two-timing shitâs day, is it?
-Mary receiving Charlie B in the most Extra way possible. A++
-Why does Wolsey look like heâs about to cry?
-âthoughts are not actionsâ Lina I love you but... that is NOT what the New Testament says. Jesus said evil thoughts are very very much sins. Iâll give you a pass because maybe you havenât been Catholic as long as Katherine has? Idk your backstory.
-Aaand now sheâs wishing death on Bessie and her unborn baby and Lina isnât disgusted? At least Katherine is feeling guilty. AS SHE SHOULD.
-âmust it always fall to me to be magnanimous?â Katherine, you think only of yourself, for 23 out of every 24 hours.Â
-âGod wants me to be compassionate to Bessie because of my sinsâ God wants you to be compassionate because thatâs how Christianity is supposed to work. Itâs not very selfless of you to decide to be selfless so that you can get what you want.Â
-oh wow look at that! Sheâs getting some self-awareness, i never saw that coming.
-âyou betrayed Bessieâ 5 points to Katherine of Aragon for standing up for Bessie when Henry screwed her over. Finally, some positive character development.
- MINUS 20000 POINTS FOR BABY STEALING
-WHAT THE FUCK
-is henry so dumb he thinks that baby is Katherineâs? Katherine was so obviously not pregnant
-When a babyâs born his skin needs to touch his motherâs skin so they can bond. They should have at least an hourâs cuddle time. Katherine of Aragon is literally traumatising a baby the very minute he is born. For her own selfish, selfish desires.Â
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Um if you ever wrote a fic about Ian and Mickey being their adorable selves in their room the after night they get engaged (the second time lol) id cry
okay i was cONVINCED iâd written this before and couldnât remember how or where and it wasnât until i wrote literally the exact same sentence that i realised i included this scene in the last chapter of How About Every Lifetime lmao but i wrote this anyway bc that scene was only short and tbh there can never be enough versions of that night imo (especially since lip robbed us in canon)
so here you go, i hope u like it!!!!!
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Ian is roused from his doze to the sensation ofMickeyâs mouth on his chest. Feeling his mouth curve up in a grin, he tightenshis arm around Mickeyâs shoulders and opens his eyes.
While Lipâs announcement had somewhat halted theirplans when theyâd first gotten home, Ian had promptly forgotten about the restof the world the second theyâd finally been able to retreat to their room andlock the door. Make-up sex had quickly segued to holy-fuck-weâre-engaged sex and to say he felt worn outnow would be an understatement.
With his limbs feeling pleasantly heavy and Mickeyhalf-sprawled on top of him Ian hadnât found it hard to drift off as theyâdbasked in the afterglow.
Now, he meets Mickeyâs gaze and sees his ownwide-eyed wonder reflected there. He canât believe they made it here. He canâtbelieve he has Mickey back. And notonly back but committed. His, forever.
Knowing how close heâd been to them losing it allsits heavy in his chest and he feels renewed with a new sense of determinationto make sure Mickey never doubts him or his feelings ever again.
âHey,â he mumbles after theyâve stared at each otherfor just a beat too long, raising his head from the pillow to close the lastscant few inches and slot their mouths together.
Mickey hums into the kiss, pulling back a momentlater with an expression on his face more content than Ianâs ever seen him. It remindshim of the moment they were reunited all those months ago. When Mickey threwhimself down on the prison bunk bed and Ian had lasted a grand total of fiveseconds before following him down. Heâll never forget the look on Mickeyâs facebefore they kissed again for the first time in years. The surety that heâd beenright where he was supposed to be.
Ian feels like that right now.
âHey,â Mickey replies softly and Ian feels a specialkind of smug knowing no one else will ever get to hear Mickey sound like that.
Ian runs his free hand down Mickeyâs arm, catchinghis hand and holding it up to look at the ring. Somewhere between ripping oneanotherâs clothes off and desperate kisses, Ian had managed to take the ringsfrom the nightstand and slide Mickeyâs one onto his ring finger. He hadnât had muchtime to linger on the sight, too distracted by what Mickeyâs mouth had beendoing as soon as the ring was secure.
Now though, he slowly folds Mickeyâs fingers to get acloser look, mouth quirking up in a smile at the way the ring cuts through the âuâtattooed on Mickeyâs knuckle.
âGetting second thoughts?â Mickey asks after aminute. His voice is light and obviously meant to be joking but Ian notices theslight hesitance.
He tears his gaze away from Mickeyâs hand and meetshis eyes, lacing his fingers through Mickeyâs and squeezing tightly. âYou knowme freaking out was never about you, Mick,â he says lowly. âItâs always beenyou. Iâve tried being with other people and it never fucking worked.â
He can tell Mickeyâs biting the inside of his cheek,a nervous habit Ian wants nothing more than to soothe away with a kiss. ButMickey deserves a full explanation. âNo oneâs ever made me feel the way you do,âhe promises, leaning his forehead against Mickeyâs. He breathes him in andhopes Mickey can feel his heartbeat where his arm lays over Ianâs chest.
âI was scared because I didnât want you to be stuckwith me for the rest of your life,â he continues. âStuck looking after me andputting up with my bullshit when I fly off the handle-â
âStop fuckinâ talking about yourself like that,âMickey interrupts, his attempt to look intimidating completely cancelled out bythe softness around his eyes.
âYou know itâs a possibility,â Ian tells him calmly. âBut-I just. I used be so much better at taking risks, yâknow? And I think after Igot diagnosed I stopped doing that because some of those risks put me in somepretty dangerous situations. But in doing that I forgot about the best risk Iever took.â
Mickey looks at him, eyebrows expectant as he waitsfor him to keep going.
âYou,â Ian says, finding it impossible to keep thesmile out of his voice. âMick, you coulda fuckinâ killed me that day I tried toget the gun back off you,â he laughs, feeling triumphant when the barest hintof a smile quirks Mickeyâs lips. âHell, every fucking day of our relationshipwas a risk for almost three years but I kept taking it.â
Levelling Mickey with a look, he lifts the arm heâdhad draped across Mickeyâs back and curls his fingers in the hair at the napeof Mickeyâs neck. âAnd the only the thing I regret is that I stopped,â he says,hoping Mickey can hear the earnestness in his voice. âSo yeah, marriage is arisk. But every single risk Iâve ever taken with you has been worth it so Iwant to do it.â
Mickey watches him for a beat, eyes boring into Ianâslike heâs trying to search for any trace of uncertainty. When he doesnât findany he ducks his head, gaze falling to where their hands are still interlinked.
âItâs not a risk if itâs you,â Ian whispers,heartbeat picking up speed in his chest as Mickeyâs head suddenly snaps up tolook at him.
Wordlessly, Mickey shifts forward where heâs stilllying half on top of Ian and crushes their lips together. Itâs heated at firstbut dissolves into something slow almost immediately as their foreheads rolltogether, petering off after a minute or two until theyâre just pressing theirlips together over and over again. Soft and insistent and sure.
âFor what itâs worth,â Mickey mumbles against him afew minutes later. âWhen you asked how I know I love you-â
âMick, you donât have to-â Ian starts because heknows. He knows and thatâs enough butMickey cuts him off anyway.
âLet me say it,â he says and he looks nervous butthereâs determination in the set of his mouth. The same look he always gets onhis face right before he says something to make Ianâs knees weak. âI just knowbecause I do. I know it the same way you know all that kinda stuff that justbecomes fact in your head eventually. The skyâs fuckinâ blue. Grass is green.Winter in Chicago is cold as fuck. And Iâve been stupidly fucking in love withyou since I was a teenager.â
Mickey shrugs, helpless and honest and unravellingIan from the inside out. âThatâs it. I just know.â
Ian stares at him, speechless, before he lets out abreathless laugh. Itâs awed and overwhelmed and barely audible but it makesMickey smile. âCome here,â he breathes, feeling giddy as he tips his head up sotheir mouths can meet in the middle. And Ian thinks he could do this forever;kiss Mickey until both their mouths are numb and revel in this feeling until hecanât even remember what a time without Mickey felt like.
He reluctantly releases Mickeyâs hand so he can lifthimself up to straddle Ian properly but Mickey doesnât break their kiss once soIan figures he canât really complain. As soon as heâs settled over Ianâs hipsMickey reaches for both of his hands, lacing their fingers together and pressingtheir joined hands into the mattress on either side of Ianâs head. And theyâvedone this a million times before but itâs different.
Because he can feel Mickeyâs ring in the spacebetween his fingers and he knows Mickey can feel his too and itâs just- itâsmore. Itâs proof. Itâs definitive proof that they belong together. Itâs a headyfeeling and Ian allows himself to get lost in it as he urges Mickey closer,ignoring the ache in his leg and using their joined hands to roll them overuntil heâs crowding Mickey into the pillows.
In the brief moment they both take to catch theirbreath Mickey looks up at him with a cocky grin and says, âYou ready to goagain?â
Leaning down until theyâre plastered together, chestto chest, Ian noses at Mickeyâs jawline, mumbling his words into Mickeyâs neck.âTalking about feelings gets me hot, who knew?â
Mickey barks out a laugh, fingers twisting in Ianâshair. âI fuckinâ did. Always the quickest way to get in your pants.â
Ian pulls back, mock-affronted before a laugh burstsout of him. âAre you serious?â
Mickey just smirks up at him, a devilish look in hiseye as lets out a quiet, âI love you.â
Ian raises an eyebrow, body tingling and absolutelybetraying him. âKeep going.â
âAlways loved you,â Mickey murmurs, making Ian shiveras he trails a hand down his back. âCouldnât stop.â
Ian lets out a sound somewhere between a groan and alaugh, tugging Mickey into a bruising kiss. âYouâre a dick,â he huffs againstMickeyâs mouth, hardly kissing him with how hard heâs grinning. âI love youtoo.â
Mickeyâs smile meets his own and for a moment thereâsnothing except that, lips curved wide, teeth clashing as they swallow eachotherâs laughter but slowly, it slips back into something more. Intonever-ending kisses and wandering hands and heated breaths and Ian thinks arisk has never felt so much like safety.
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