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softhairedhotch · 1 year ago

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AHHHH FIRST FIC OF COMFORTEMBER YEAHHHH >:D comfortember day one: safe aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader after having a rough night out, you call aaron and he rushes to find you immediately. he fixes you up and the two of you finally admit how you feel about each other. word count: 1.5k warnings/content: mentions of fighting and alcohol but mostly fluff.

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you make me feel safe

Aaron wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing beside him. It gets to the fourth or fifth ring by the time he grabs it and anxiety bubbles low in his gut when he realises it’s you calling at almost three in the morning. Answering the phone, he immediately asks, “Is everything alright?”

“No.”

He’s up and out of bed instantly, throwing on the first shirt he finds and the closest shoes to the bed. “Tell me where you are.”

“I’m at, uh, I don’t, I’m… somewhere. My mind is all over the place.”

Aaron’s heart hammers widely in his chest. “Somewhere? Can you look around for me and see if you recognise something? Anything?”

“Okay,” you reply, voice shaky. After a few moments, you clear your throat. “I’m outside the bar we all went to a few weeks ago.”

“The Tipsy Ship? The one closest to work?”

“Y-yeah, yeah.”

Aaron grabs his keys and runs out of his house, not even thinking about locking the door as he runs toward his car. Jack is sleeping over at JJ's; the house will be fine unattended for now. “I’m on my way. Are you hurt?”

“I think so.”

“You think–” Aaron stops to take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before shoving his phone into its holder and slamming his car door shut. “Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”

“Can you stay on the line with me?”

“Of course.”

***

When Aaron reaches the bar, his heart breaks at the sight of you standing alone outside. He tenses up once he notices that, not only are you alone, but dry blood covers your face, there’s a large bruise forming on your cheek, and the knuckles of your dominant hand are cracked and bloody. “God,” he mutters, running straight for you and grabbing you by the shoulders. He can smell an overpowering scent of alcohol on you and he winces. “What happened? Where’s the bastard that did this to you?”

You point toward an ambulance down the road. “The coward freaked out when I punched him back and thought he needed medical attention. Most they’re gonna diagnose him with is Dumbassery and Stupid Prick Disease.” You look back at Aaron and weakly smile. “And maybe a concussion.”

Aaron can’t help it, he laughs. “At least you haven't lost your sense of humour. But let's get you home and cleaned up, alright?”

“Can I go to yours? I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

He smiles. “Of course you can.”

***

Aaron holds a wet cloth to your face, reaching out to grab your chin between his fingers gently when you flinch away. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s cold, is all.”

“Sorry,” he repeats, gently dabbing away the dried blood under your nose and the corner of your lips. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“I got into a fight.”

“I can see that.”

You shrug, stumbling on your feet at the movement. Aaron gently grabs you by your elbow and shuffles you toward the kitchen counter so that you’re leaning against it for support. Once you’re stable, he begins to dab the other side of the cloth over your knuckles. “It was stupid, really.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” you sigh. It’s quiet for a few moments as you watch Aaron continue to clean up the blood. “He… the guy who punched me… I was on a date with him.” Aaron tenses. “And he kept buying me drinks and told me I had to drink them. I did because, well, free drinks, y’know?” You sigh and shake your head again, letting out a groan when it results in pain. “So stupid of me.”

“Hey, none of that. You’re not stupid.”

“Whatever you say. Anyway, I think he was trying to make sure I was drunk enough so that he could take me home without much complaint. I don’t know. I refused because I really wasn’t in the, uh, mood, and the night was a bust anyway, and he started… tryna touch me, grab me and all that, his hands were everywhere and I didn’t want them to be and…” You stop to take a few deep breaths, feeling sick at the thought of what could have happened. Aaron feels anger rip through his veins. “Anyway, he ended up punching me and I guess he wasn’t expecting me to punch back.”

Aaron grits his teeth. "Twice as hard, yeah?"

"Twice as hard," you grin.

“Good. That’s what I expect to hear.”

You tilt your head at him, trying to read his expression. “You’re not mad at me?”

Confused, his eyes meet yours. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, watching as his large hand moves over yours, his thumb gently sweeping over your skin. “I woke you up.”

“You woke– You– That’s what you’re worried about?” He gives you a fond look. “Yes, you woke me up. But I’m glad you did. Thank you for calling me. And for trusting me to help you.”

“I don’t think I trust anyone more than I trust you.”

Aaron’s hand stills as the words sink in. When he looks up at you, he notices that you’re staring at him with so much love that his breath catches in his throat. He hasn’t been looked at like that in… he can’t even remember. But when he thinks about it, eyes never leaving yours as you blink innocently at him, not understanding his revelation at that moment, he realises it’s the way you’ve always looked at him. With complete and utter adoration.

As if he hung the moon and the stars.

“Oh,” is all he can get out.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Oh.”

Your face falls and he feels guilt grow deep in his gut. “You don’t trust me back?”

“What? I never said that.” He steps closer, moving a hand to your shoulder and looking into your eyes. “Of course I trust you. More than most people. More than anyone else, really.”

“Really?”

His eyes search yours and he nods firmly, squeezing your shoulder. “Really.”

You look all over his face before looking down at his lips, licking your own as your mouth immediately goes dry. “I didn't want… I… I didn't go home with that guy because of, uh, well, you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you... when I was with him.”

Aaron hums as his gaze drops to your lips. “That’s why I don’t go on dates.”

“Hm?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you either.” He inches closer, moving a warm hand up to cup your cheek. “Can I kiss y–"

“Yea–"

And your lips are pressed together before either of you can finish. The kiss is soft, sweet, gentle, and full of so much raw emotion that it’s almost suffocating (in the best way). Aaron moves his lips against yours desperately, holding your face in his large calloused hands as if you might break at any moment, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. The moment your tongue brushes against his bottom lip, though, he pulls back with a heavy sigh. “Shit, you’re drunk. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I’m totally taking advantage of you and–”

“Aaron.”

“I should know better and–”

“Aaron!”

“You should feel safe here–”

You press your lips against his again, effectively shutting him up. It’s a much shorter kiss this time, but not any less enjoyable. “I do feel safe, Aaron. Here, with you.”

“You do?”

“Of course. You make me feel safe; you always have.”

He visibly relaxes and pulls you into a hug. “So have you.” He sighs against you, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “I like being with you.”

“I like being with you too, Aaron.”

He smiles against you and holds you for a moment more before pulling back, hands still wrapped around you. His heart breaks at the sight of the dark bruise forming on your face and he leans forward to press a tender kiss against the skin, careful not to hurt you in any way. “I wonder how long we’ve liked each other.”

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, I think.”

Aaron’s breath hitches at the admission. “You’re in love with me?”

You tilt your head at him, fighting back a smile. “Did I not make that obvious enough?”

“I… didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Well, get them up, Hotchner, because I’m in love with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Aaron’s face softens and he presses a kiss to your cheek, sighing in relief. “I’m in love with you, too.” He runs his hands lovingly over your back. “Now let’s get you changed into some comfortable clothes and into bed, yeah? It seems like we have a lot to talk about tomorrow.”

“Can I sleep in your bed with you?”

He presses another kiss to your cheek. “There’s no other place I’d rather you be, sweetheart.”

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peavhyshy · 1 year ago

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⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - SHOPPING SPREE

ᯓᡣ𐭩 pairing ─ ୨୧ ─ Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron ⋆ Pogue!Reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 summary ─ ୨୧ ─ in which Rafe goes over-the-top as usual to apologize for cheating which includes a grand gesture of buying out an entire boutique is creatively meant to.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 warnings ─ ୨୧ ─ strong language, fluff, semi smut (but not really), power dynamics, mental/emotional manipulation and ulterior motives, reference to cheating, sexually suggestive situations, non-consensual elements (pressure/coercion into sexual acts), dubious consent, unhealthy relationship, discomfort/anxiety, misogyny/objectification.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 wc ─ ୨୧ ─ 5,130

⋆˚✿˖° a/n ─ ୨୧ ─ It's been a while since I posted on here and whatever so here I am, but who's to say I won't disappear for another few months.

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Rafe sauntered into the high-end boutique, the little bell above the door announcing his arrival. The sales associates perked up, eyeing his Ralph Lauren polo and Sperry boat shoes. Ah, a Kook with money to burn.

"Hello sir, can I help you find anything today?" the manager asked, her voice dripping with fake pleasantness.

"Yeah, I need to buy out like, your whole store," Rafe said nonchalantly, checking out a display of cashmere sweaters.

The associates' eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Buy out the whole store, sir?"

"Yep. I screwed up badly with my girl. She's a Pogue, you know? Doesn't really do the whole fancy clothes thing. But she found out I cheated on her with some Touron last week, and now she's pissed." Rafe picked up a floral sundress, scrutinizing it. "So I figured, what better way to say sorry than decking her out in some new designer threads?"

The manager nodded enthusiastically. "I'm sure she'll appreciate the gesture. Let me start ringing up some items for you."

"Nah, like I said, I want to buy out the whole damn store. Just name your price." Rafe pulled out his credit card, waving it around.

The manager's eyes lit up at the thought of the huge commission she was about to make. "Of course, sir, let me calculate our current retail inventory value and I'll give you a total."

"Make it quick. I’ve got a picnic on the beach planned to beg for her forgiveness," Rafe said, leaning on the cash wrap counter impatiently.

The manager returned shortly with the grand total. Rafe didn't even blink as he handed over his credit card. Anything to get his Pogue princess back.

Rafe leaned against the wall near the cash register, watching with disinterest as the store employees scurried around grabbing items off racks and shelves.

"Come on, pick up the pace," he called out impatiently. "I wanna get out of here before the sun goes down."

The manager gave him an appeasing smile as she stuffed an armful of sundresses into a large box. "We're going as fast as we can, sir. I really appreciate your business - this is the biggest sale we've ever had!"

Rafe just shrugged, stifling a yawn. The workers were cramming the boxes full of tissue paper and accessories, trying to maximize what they could fit. Shoes, handbags, skirts, tops - everything was being cleared off the floors and walls.

One associate struggled to fold a pile of cashmere sweaters to fit in an overflowing box while another carefully wrapped up a display of fine china jewelry. The store was slowly emptying out as the minutes ticked by.

"Ugh, this is taking forever," Rafe groaned, pulling out his phone to scroll aimlessly. "I should've just gone to Party City and bought her a bunch of balloons or something."

The manager's smile strained a bit as she kept up her enthusiastic energy. "Almost done, sir! Just a few more minutes and you'll have our entire inventory to present to your lovely girlfriend."

"Yeah, yeah," Rafe muttered, back to being bored. Buying out the whole store was proving to be more tedious than he had anticipated. But hey, you were worth it. Probably.

”I need all of this shipped to her beach house.”

The manager nodded as she taped up another overstuffed box. "Of course, sir. I can arrange delivery to any address you'd like."

She gestured to one of the other employees. "Sara, can you grab some shipping labels? We'll need to send all of these boxes to this gentleman's girlfriend's house once we're finished packing everything up."

Sara hurried to grab a stack of shipping labels and a pen. "What's the address, sir?" she asked Rafe.

"Oh, uh..." Rafe scratched his head. "Somewhere in The Cut, not really sure of the exact address. It's a small blue house near the bay though, it has a tire swing out front. Think the name on the mailbox is L/N or something like that."

Sara looked confused. "Do you have the street name or number? There are a lot of small blue houses in The Cut."

Rafe rolled his eyes. "Jesus, I don't know that shit. Her dad's name is Hank though, if that helps. Everyone knows Hank the Tank down there."

The manager and Sara exchanged a look, neither seeming confident about locating the right address.

"Tell you what," Rafe continued, pulling out a thick wad of cash from his back pocket. "Here's 500 bucks. That should cover you guys figuring out where the hell to deliver all this stuff to Y/N in The Cut. I'm sure one of the Pogues down there can point you in the right direction."

He tossed the cash on the counter and headed for the door without another word, leaving the overwhelmed store employees with boxes piled high and vague delivery information.

You squinted against the setting sun as three large delivery trucks rumbled down the sandy driveway toward your family's weathered beach house. You set down your cards on the rickety picnic table, where you had been playing an intense game of Crazy Eights with John B, JJ, Sarah, and Kiara.

"What the hell is this?" you muttered. The trucks parked haphazardly amidst the uncut grass and strewn beach debris surrounding the house. Drivers hopped out and opened up the backs, revealing piles and piles of boxes crammed to the brim.

"Whoa, did you order the entire Amazon warehouse or something?" JJ joked, sauntering over to inspect the deliveries.

Before you could respond, the porch boards creaked loudly under the weight of multiple pairs of high-heeled shoes. The group turned to see half a dozen boutique store employees teetering across the uneven ground, laden with clothing on hangers and large shopping bags.

"Oh no..." you groaned, realization dawning on you.

"Delivery for Ms. Y/N L/N!" one of the women trilled, scanning the rural beachfront for the recipient.

"That's you, Y/N," John B said, giving you a puzzled look.

Just then, a delivery man approached with an oversized bouquet of roses and a card. "Are you Ms. Y/N? These are for you along with all of these boxes."

"I'm going to kill him," you seethed, grabbing the card. Sure enough, it was from Rafe, attempting to apologize for cheating in his usual over-the-top Kook fashion.

The others laughed, taking in the three trucks overflowing with designer clothes and accessories that had arrived on your doorstep. The group whooped and raced toward the trucks, laughing at Rafe's attempt to buy back your forgiveness. You had to admit - it was a pretty damn good start.

The sun had just set over the expansive Cameron estate as you marched up the long driveway and let yourself in the front door. You breezed past the elaborate foyer and down the hall towards the state-of-the-art home gym, where you knew you would find Rafe.

Sure enough, there he was - shirtless and pumping iron, the clanking of weights echoing through the large room. You crossed your arms, watching as Rafe finished his set of bicep curls before acknowledging your presence.

"Oh hey babe," he said casually, setting down the dumbbells. "I see you got my gifts."

"You mean the eighteen-wheeler trucks filled with designer clothes that choked the road to my house all afternoon?" you replied sharply.

Rafe grinned. "So I take it, you liked them?"

You rolled your eyes. "Did you seriously buy out the entire Verona Boutique?"

"Maybe," Rafe shrugged, grabbing his towel to wipe the sweat from his brow.

"Why would you do that?" you asked in exasperation.

"Come on, I was just trying to apologize for what I did," Rafe said. "I wanted to show you how much you mean to me."

You sighed heavily. "You can't buy me off with fancy clothes, Rafe. That's not how this works."

Rafe stood up and walked over to you. "But did it at least make you smile a little?" he asked with a coy grin.

Despite yourself, You felt the corners of your mouth turn upward. You shook your head, trying to fight the smile.

"You're unbelievable," you scoffed. But Rafe took your reaction as a promising sign.

"So...am I forgiven?" he asked.

You shrugged, struggling to stay stern. "You're not off the hook yet. But...it's a start."

Rafe smiled victoriously and pulled you into an embrace. You hated to admit it, but his over-the-top gesture did melt away some of your anger. Only a Kook would think that buying out an entire boutique could fix cheating - but you had to give him points for creativity.

Rafe's face lit up with a delighted grin as he saw the smile fighting its way onto your lips. Score! He knew you couldn't stay mad at him for long, not when he pulled out all the stops with his over-the-top apology gifts. Sure, buying you an entire wardrobe wasn't exactly practical, but he wanted to go big to show you how much he cared. Because even though he screwed up by cheating, your were still his girl and he needed you to know you were #1. No Touron hookup could ever mean anything compared to you.

Pulling you tighter into his embrace, Rafe pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you nuzzled into his bare chest. He could tell the wheels were still turning in your mind, trying to decide if you were ready to fully forgive him yet. But he had plenty more tricks up his sleeve if needed. Diamonds, a new car, a trip to Paris - anything you wanted, it was yours. Being the heir to the Cameron fortune had its perks when you needed to get yourself out of the doghouse.

"So when are you gonna model some of these new outfits for me, hmm?" he murmured suggestively in your ear. "Maybe a private fashion show tonight? I'll even let you use my black AmEx again if you want to pick up some sexy lingerie to complete the looks." He grinned devilishly.

You rolled your eyes and gently pushed out of his embrace. "Down boy. You're not off the hook yet," you reminded him, though your tone had softened considerably. Rafe held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Okay okay, I know. But you gotta admit, the mental image is pretty hot," he said with a wink. you just shook your head, trying to hide your smile. You could never stay irritated with him for long.

"Alright, I should get home and figure out what to do with the small mountain of designer clothes currently cluttering up my living room," You sighed. "I still can't believe you bought out the entire store."

Rafe waved a hand casually. "Don't even trip about it. Consider it just a small token of my love," he said smoothly.

You quirked an eyebrow. "A small token? Rafe, it's got to be worth at least $20,000 worth of stuff."

Rafe shrugged. "Meh, that's like pocket change for me, babe. You're worth it and so much more." He pulled you in for a quick kiss. "I'll swing by later to help you sort through it all, yeah?"

You nodded, a genuine smile breaking through now. "Yeah, okay. I'll see you later." you gave him one last peck on the lips before heading out, shaking your head slightly at your ridiculous boyfriend's attempt to buy your forgiveness. But even you had to admit it was a pretty damn adorable gesture. The boy was utterly smitten, that much was clear. And even if it took a small army of delivery trucks worth of designer clothes to prove it, you supposed you couldn't complain. After all, what girl didn't love a massive shopping spree courtesy of the Cameron family fortune?

Rafe sauntered up the stairs of your beach house, not bothering to knock before letting himself in. your dad was away on a fishing charter and he knew you’d be home alone trying to organize the massive shipment of clothes he had sent over as an apology gift.

"Knock knock, princess!" he called out as he strode down the hall to your bedroom. "Did you get a chance to try on any of the new outfits I bought you?"

He pushed open your bedroom door to find you sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by mounds of tissue paper and discarded shopping bags. You looked up at him in exasperation.

"Rafe! You could at least knock before barging into my room," you admonished.

“My bad, didn't mean to startle you. Just excited to see my gifts being put to use," he said with a grin.

You sighed, gesturing to the chaos around you. "Well, I've been trying to sort through it all morning but there's just so much stuff. You went way overboard as usual."

"Anything to make my girl happy," Rafe replied smoothly, plopping down on the floor next to you. "Here, let me help you get organized."

He began sifting through the piles of clothing, occasionally holding up items for your inspection. "Ooh, you have to model this one for me," he said, grabbing a lacy black teddy. "And this mini skirt would look so hot on you."

You blushed deeply, snatching the risqué items out of his hands. "Rafe! My dad could be home any minute," you hissed in embarrassment.

"So? I want him to see how smoking his daughter looks in the outfits I bought her," Rafe said with a devilish grin. "Might make him finally approve of me."

You buried your face in your hands. "You're unbelievable," you groaned. "Can we please just focus on organizing? I don't have time for an impromptu fashion show."

"Fine fine, I'll behave. For now," he added in a playful whisper.

You guys spent the next hour sorting your new wardrobe into categories - dresses, tops, bottoms, shoes, jewelry. Rafe "helped" by periodically holding up scandalous lingerie pieces and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively until you threaten to smack him with a stiletto heel.

Despite your exasperation at the overabundance of clothing, you had to admit it was fun exploring all the different styles and accessories Rafe had picked out for you. The boy definitely knew your taste, even if he did go over-the-top with buying out the entire store. You made a mental note to donate some of the clothes to charity once you had a chance to try it all on.

You collapsed backwards onto a pile of cashmere sweaters. "Phew! We’re almost done." You smiled over at Rafe. "Thanks for your help. And for the very generous gift. Even though it's pretty ridiculous you bought out an entire store," you added with a laugh.

Rafe grinned and leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. "Anything for my princess," he murmured. "You deserve to be spoiled rotten."

You giggled as he nuzzled your neck, wrapping your arms around him. You supposed you couldn't stay irritated with him for long, not when he was just trying to show his affection through expensive gifts. Over-the-top as it may be.

"Alright Casanova, that's enough distracting me," You said, playfully nudging him away. "Now help me get all of these clothes put away in my closet before my dad gets home."

You shook your head in amusement. "You're absolutely ridiculous. But…" You tilted your head up to him and smiled."I love you for it."

Rafe playfully tackled you onto the pile of cashmere sweaters you had been sorting through. You let out a surprised squeal, smacking his chest lightly as he hovered over you. "Rafeee, I told you to behave!" you chided through your laughter. He just grinned mischievously, dipping his head to kiss along your neck and collarbone as you squirmed beneath him ticklishly.

"Mm mm, you know I can never keep my hands off you for long," he murmured against your skin, nipping lightly. His hands slid up under your shirt, tracing along your stomach and ribs. You shivered at the contact, cheeks flushing as you felt him growing hard against your thigh already. You really shouldn't be doing this with your dad liable to come home any minute…but then again, the risk just made it more exciting.

You bit your lip, hesitating only a moment longer before grabbing Rafe's face and crashing your lips to his in a hungry kiss. He groaned into your mouth, grinding his hips down against yours. Things were escalating fast, all thoughts of organizing clothes now tossed aside. Rafe broke the kiss only to tug your shirt over your head swiftly. His eyes drank in the sight of your breasts encased in a lacy pink bra.

"Damn baby…have I mentioned how fucking sexy you look in all these new lingerie pieces I bought you?" He reached around to unclasp your bra, leaning down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. You whimpered, arching into him. You were quickly losing the willpower to stop this and he knew it. His hands slid under your skirt, fingers dipping beneath your panties to find you wet and ready for him already. His hands wandered recklessly over your body, groping and grasping wherever they pleased..

"R-Rafe, my dad…" You gasped half-heartedly in protest even as your body betrayed you, arching into his touch.

Rafe silenced you with another bruising kiss, grinding his arousal against you. His fingers tangled in your hair, using it as a handle to maneuver your head for better access to your neck and chest.

"Shh, don't worry about him," Rafe crooned, his breath hot against your ear. "It's just us right now." His knee nudged between your legs, parting your thighs as he claimed your mouth once more.

Your knees went weak, overwhelmed by the onslaught of Rafe's hungry kisses and wandering hands. You clung to his shoulders for support, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the sparking heat of his body pressed to yours. Your token protests died away as Rafe's skilled fingers caressed the soft skin of your breasts.

"That's my good girl," he praised darkly when you arched into his touch instead of pulling away. His knee rubbed teasingly between your legs as he continued his pleasurable assault, intent on showing you exactly who was in control here.

Your mind reeled, inner alarm bells drowned out by the pounding heartbeat in your ears. You knew you should push Rafe away, stop this before it went too far with your dad possibly home any minute. But your traitorous body seemed to have other ideas as it melted shamefully against Rafe's hard frame.

His kisses left you dizzy and compliant, willpower evaporating under the intoxicating strokes of his hands. But when those hands went to zip down your skirt, some deeply buried remnant of reason sparked back to life inside you.

"Rafe, stop," you gasped out, catching his wrists in your hands. He paused, eyes dark with lust and irritation at being denied his prize.

"Come on baby, don't be like that," he cajoled, leaning in to nip at your earlobe. "I know you want this too."

You shook your head, gently but firmly removing his hands from your body. "No, not now. Not here." Your cheeks burned but you held your ground. "I'm not comfortable going any further with my dad so close by. Can we please just…slow down?"

Rafe's jaw tightened, displeasure evident at having his fun interrupted. But after a tense moment he stepped back.

"Fine, princess, whatever you say," he relented, tone dripping with poorly concealed frustration. You let out a shaky breath, tugging your rumpled clothing back into place. Your lips still tingled from the force of Rafe's kisses but the frenzied moment had passed.

"Thank you. I'm sorry, I just don't want our first time to be so…rushed," You said earnestly, hoping he could understand despite his obvious annoyance at being denied. His eyes remained dark but he managed a tight smile.

"Yeah yeah, I got it. Wouldn't want Daddy dearest walking in on us anyway," he said with an eye roll. You smiled weakly, knowing that was as close to understanding as you would get from him right now. At least he had backed off for the moment. But you had a feeling this conversation was far from over. Rafe did not like being told no.

He swallowed down his anger, forcing his face into a strained smile. He had to play this carefully; you Lila too much and you’d bolt. No, he needed to lure you in gently, make you trust him completely.

"Of course, princess. We'll take this at your pace," he said smoothly, stroking your cheek. "I just got carried away because you're so damn irresistible." He kissed your forehead, the very picture of understanding despite the lust still raging inside him.

You visibly relaxed, giving him a shy smile. "Thank you, Rafe. I'm glad you understand. I promise, when the time is right…" You trailed off, blushing. Rafe tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your neck teasingly.

"Don't worry baby, I'll make it so good for you when you're ready," he purred. You shivered, skin tingling from his touch. "For now, why don't you model some of these new outfits for me? Might give me a sneak peek of what I have to look forward to." He grinned devilishly.

You laughed, swatting his chest playfully. "You're incorrigible," you admonished, but went to pick out a few items from the piles of new clothes. Rafe settled on your bed, hungry eyes tracking your every movement. For now, he would enjoy the little fashion show. But it was only a matter of time before those clothes ended up scattered across the bedroom floor instead.

A relieved smile crossed your face as Rafe appeared to accept your request to slow things down without argument. You knew he must be frustrated, but you appreciate him respecting your boundaries for now. There would be a right time and place for intimacy later on.

As you sifted through the piles of new clothes, Your smile faltered slightly. You could feel Rafe's intense gaze following your every movement, almost palpable in its hunger. It sent a shiver down your spine, but not entirely an unpleasant one. Still, something about the glint in his eyes gave you pause.

You selected a few simple, conservative outfits to model - a loose fitting sundress, some shorts with a flowy blouse. But Rafe tsked in disappointment, getting up to rummage through the options himself.

"Oh come on, you can do better than that," he coaxed, grabbing a slinky miniskirt and cropped tank top. "I want to see my sexy girl shine." He shot you a playful grin as he pressed the revealing clothes into your hands.

You laughed nervously. "Rafe, those aren't really my style…" But he pouted childishly, guiding you towards the adjoining bathroom.

"Humor me? Just a peek," he insisted. You hesitated, then relented with a shy smile. You had never worn anything so risqué before, but the delight on Rafe's face was gratifying. And it was just the two of you after all…

You changed quickly, adjusting the tiny skirt over yourself. The top was snug and showed a hint of midriff that made you self-conscious. But Rafe's eager expression as you stepped out stopped any protests before they left your lips.

"Stunning," he breathed, drinking in the sight of you. You blushed under his intense scrutiny, suddenly feeling very exposed. But you tried to push past it, giving an awkward little twirl to show off the outfit fully. Rafe's grin was downright predatory.

"Now take it off nice and slow," he said lowly, eyes raking over you. "Give me a proper show."

You balked, arms crossing instinctively over your torso. "Rafe, I…" His eyebrows shot up in challenge and you faltered. Maybe you were overthinking things. You didn't want to disappoint him again…

With trembling fingers, You reached for the hem of the snug tank top. But the voice inside screaming this was a bad idea only grew louder. You dropped your hands, shaking your head firmly as you backed towards the bathroom.

"I'm sorry Rafe, I can't do this. The clothes need to stay on." Your voice was small but resolute. You wouldn't ignore your instincts, not even to placate Rafe's desires. His scowl made your stomach twist anxiously, but you stood your ground, waiting for his response.

Taking a deep breath, Rafe fixed an understanding smile on his face. "You're right, I got carried away again. I'm sorry," he said gently. "I just can't control myself around you sometimes. You look so gorgeous in that outfit."

He approached you slowly until you allowed him to take your hands in his. "Of course the clothes should stay on until you're ready. I'm truly sorry for pushing you, princess." He brushed a tender kiss over your knuckles.

You visibly relaxed, giving him a grateful smile. "It's okay, Rafe. Thank you for understanding." You leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek before disappearing back into the bathroom to change.

You emerged from the bathroom in a comfortable sundress, feeling infinitely more at ease now that you were back in your own clothes. Rafe's obvious disappointment tugged at your heartstrings for a moment, but you brushed it aside. You knew in your gut that stripping for him, even just down to your underwear, wasn't something you were ready for yet.

To your relief, Rafe seemed to have reigned himself in and was back to his usual charming self, apologizing for getting carried away again. You smiled up at him gratefully, leaning in to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for being so patient with me," You said earnestly. "It really means a lot. I know this is all new for me." you ducked your head a bit shyly.

Rafe tilted your chin up, smiling fondly as he gazed down at you. "Of course, princess. I'll wait as long as you need. I'm just happy to be with you," he assured you smoothly.

Your heart swelled. You knew you had been lucky to find a guy like Rafe. Wealthy Kook boys had a reputation for being entitled spoiled brats. But most people didn't get to see this sweet, caring side of Rafe like you did. He could be impulsive and hot headed at times, but he respected your boundaries when it really mattered.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," You declared, going up on tiptoe to kiss him warmly. Rafe grinned against your lips, strong arms circling your waist.

"Anything for my girl," he murmured affectionately when you broke apart. You playfully booped his nose, eliciting a laugh from him.

"Alright mister, as much as I appreciate these new clothes, I could really use some help donating some of them," you said in a practical tone. "I can't even wear this many outfits in a lifetime!"

Rafe heaved a dramatic sigh but smiled good-naturedly. "Fiiine, guess I did go a little overboard on the shopping spree," he conceded. You giggled.

"Just a bit. Come on, let's get started." You took his hand, leading him back to the piles of clothes awaiting sorting. Even if Rafe's impulsive extravagance could be frustrating at times, You were grateful to have someone so attentive and willing to lavish you with gifts and affection. You hoped in time he would come to value you for more than just your looks or virginity. For now, You were content to take things slow and simply enjoy exploring young love one day at a time.

Rafe resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he let you lead him by the hand back to the piles of designer clothes he had gifted you. Donating them? What a pointless waste. He had spent a small fortune solely with the intent of seeing you decked out in finery, not giving it away to the destitute Pogues of the Cut.

But he bit his tongue, keeping up the doting act. "Of course I'll help, babe. Anything you want," he said smoothly, playing with your fingers.

Soon, he promised himself as he pulled you in for a chaste kiss on the forehead that contradicted his lustful thoughts. Your smile made him want to gag, but he mirrored it charmingly. Let you enjoy playing house a little while longer. He was adept at getting what he wanted from any woman eventually. The thought made Rafe's cock stir impatiently, but he willed it down. Not yet. He needed to lull you into total complacency first before finally stripping away the last of your resistance.

You hummed contentedly to yourself as you neatly folded clothes into donation boxes, Rafe helping beside you. You smiled up at him after he gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead, happy you guys seemed to be back in sync after the brief tension earlier.

You held up a slinky red cocktail dress, pondering keeping it for a special occasion. But no, it wasn't really your style at all. Into the donation box it went. You frowned slightly as you pulled out several incredibly risqué lingerie items - crotchless panties, lace teddies that left little to the imagination. Definitely not your taste.

"Geez Rafe, did you raid the whole lingerie section?" you asked with a laugh. Rafe just shrugged, unbothered. You shook your head in amusement as you set them aside to give to your more adventurous friend.

Once all the clothes were sorted, you surveyed the boxes contentedly. You had kept enough everyday outfits to last a lifetime, but now many girls in the Cut would have the chance to enjoy fancy new clothes too. It made you happy to spread the wealth, so to speak.

"There, all done! The donation center is going to be thrilled." You smiled brightly at Rafe. "This was a really great idea. I know I said it already, but thank you again for being so generous. And understanding about…everything," you finished, cheeks pinking slightly.

Rafe smiled back warmly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Of course, babe. Anything for you," he said, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. You snuggled into his side, relieved you seemed to be back on the same page.

You hoped with time, Rafe would see you as more than just a conquest or object of physical desire. For now, you were content taking it slow, focusing on emotional intimacy over physical. You had all the time in the world for those things later on if things progressed. But for today, You were simply happy snuggling innocently with the boy who made you feel so safe, protected and cherished. Everything was perfect just as it was.

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klausysworld · 2 years ago

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ooh hey, me again i keep thinking and forgetting my ideas i want to send you. anyways, same as always you can skip this if you want to absolutely fine. This is the idea that i thought of:

human days klaus so like back when they were all human, sub!klaus loses his virginity to dom!reader. there could be angst at the beginning where the reader doesn’t know he is a virgin but klaus is like panicking and doesn’t know what to do. or if not angst add some of the fluffiest fluff at the end

thank you very much, and as always you can ignore 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Let me show you

Klaus was incredibly nervous. He had no idea how to do what she wanted him to do. His heart was close to exploding and his skin felt like it was on fire. Thankfully they were both still fully clothed or Klaus would surely be mid panic attack.

Sex wasn’t something Klaus knew much about at all, all he knew was that it was to create life-a baby. But y/n seemed to know what the fuss was and that scared him further because she was clearly eager to engage and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to do it.

So when her hand cupped his most sensitive area through his clothes, he nearly shoved her off. He stumbled back a little, his face bright red as he looked down feeling his blood flowing to wear she had touched. Klaus shared a room with his siblings, he had never touched himself like that, he thought it to be a sin of sorts.

“What- what are you doing?” He whispered, his eyes wide.

“Niklaus, I’m..I’m sorry I thought that you wanted that, I should’ve asked, Nik, I’m sorry. Nik, look at me” her hands cupped his face gently, coaxing him to look her in the eye but his embarrassment was stabbing at him. “It’s okay, we can wait, I just thought you would’ve liked it” she told him softly, her fingers brushing through his long curls.

“Like it?” He breathed, glancing to her briefly.

“Well yeah, course, you know how it feels. Did you not have a good experience the last time?” She asked him, her tone gentle and understanding.

“Last time?” He whispered in confusion and she nodded

“It’s okay, some people don’t do it right, I wouldn’t hurt you” she promises but he only frowned deeper

“y/n…there is no last time” he whispered and she furrowed her brows

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…I haven’t…yet” he wasn’t sure why he felt so humiliated but he did. He wasn’t overly sure what she was referring too but he was quite sure he had no part in any if it.

“Oh” realisation was clear as she stroked his cheek. “Okay, well that makes a little more sense” she nods “come on, sit down, I’ll help you” she pulls him down to her bed.

Y/ns family was higher up in the world than Niklaus’, him being a child of six meant their family spent most of their goods on food and necessities . Compared to y/n who was an only child and had men trying to buy her affections with their families riches. It meant that she could have her own space for her and Niklaus. For times like this.

She crossed her legs, making sure her dress was covering her legs. She took his hands in hers and smiled at him as he mimicked her position.

“Okay, well you know that sex is to make you feel good right?” She questioned softly

“And to have children” he added and she nodded

“Often yes, is that something you want? It’s a possibility that comes with the actions” she tells him

“I’d love to have babies with you” he answered without missing a beat and she smiled brightly.

“I’m glad” she rubbed her thumb along the back of his hand “now, it’s something you have to be careful with and you’d have to tell me if you don’t like something. Different people like different things and that she entirely okay. You’ll learn through time” she tells him with a smile

“And it feels good?” He asked shyly

“Very good” she whispered “have you ever done it to yourself?” She asked but seeing his confused expression she knew his answer and nodded “that’s okay, do you want me to show you?” She asked gently. “You have control, and you can change your mind” she tells him.

“Okay…” he uttered “what…should I do?” He quizzed

“Uncross your legs, just be comfortable, you can lay down if you like” she offers. He moved back to sit up do his back was against the wall, his legs a little open. “Im going to move your tunic okay? And your undergarments, is that okay?” She asked and he nodded nervously.

She slowly rolled his tunic up and pulled down his undergarments. His face was practically crimson when he saw his cock spring up. “Sorry” he whispered as he locked eyes with hers

She shook her head as her hand came forward and stroked up his shaft lightly, his mouth fell open and his fingers curled around the softness that he was sat on.

“It’s perfect Nik. You’re perfect” she whispered. She moved her hand up and down him slowly, gently, to pull a soft moan from his parted lips. Her grip tightened slightly and he whimpered making her smiled, looking up to him “see, it feels good doesn’t it?” She murmured and he nodded enthusiastically. She grinned and took her hand away before licking it and bringing it back to where she knew he needed it. She rubbed her saliva along his length, lubricating him so she could stroke him a little faster.

“Oh” he whispered as her hand tightened and loosened throughout her movements “what-what is that” he whimpered, feeling his lower abdomen twist and turn pleasantly. He saw a little trickle of something white be spread down his cock.

“It just means your body likes it too Nik” she tells him and he nods

“I think my body loves it” he whimpered as his hips raised and bucked without his consent. Her hand moved a little faster, holding him nice and tight. She knew he wouldn’t last long at all, poor boy had never been touched. She watched as his eyes barely stayed open, his muscles tense as his thighs twitched.

“Open your legs a little more” she whispered and he did so without hesitation. His breathing picked up as well as her pace. His hands gripped the bed harshly and he trembled.

“y/n” he whined “y/n I- oh, I think-“ he gasped half way through, a wave of pleasure moving from the base of his spine up making his head throw back

“It’s okay, don’t hold it back” she tells him, her hand keeping a fast but steady pace lower down his cock while she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his head. Involuntary gasps and moans hit against the walls as his balls throbbed and his muscles spasmed before relaxing.

He released a long, drawn out moan as he felt an unexplainable sensation flood his senses.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, he looked down to see his love with her mouth around his cock. His mouth reopened when he felt her tongue touch his tip. Her throat contracted as she swallowed round him.

“Y/n” he whispered, biting his inner cheek as her tongue rolled over his slit “y/n it stings” he whimpered.

She sucked him gently before slowly pulling him mouth up and off of him. Her expression was dazed and her lips were swollen as she eyed his cock. She gave the tip a few little kisses, listening to his soft whimpers and whining.

She leaned back and put her hand back on his cock, stroking him again, loving his little sounds. “You did so great” she whispered “you tasted so wonderful”

His brows furrowed at her words “what?” He asked

“Oh, Niklaus, when you felt that relaxation you let out some…fluid, it’s a good thing, a very good thing” she nods as she speaks making him copy her actions

“Do you do it too?” He asked quietly and she smiled

“Everyone does Nik” she confirmed and he made a sound of agreement. “How do you feel?” She asked, taking her hand off of him so he could answer with a clearer mind.

“Good” he whispered, smiling at her. He tried to repress a yawn but it fought past him and she smiled.

“You wanna rest for a moment?” She asked, her hands pulled his tunic back down over his thighs and pat the spot next to her as she lead down.

“Was that it?” He asked drowsily “did we do it?”

She smiled at his innocence and kissed his forehead “not quite niklaus, that was more of a warm up or a treat” she murmured

“Really?” He breathed “then I can’t wait to actually have…sex” his voice grew shallower, a blush rising in his cheeks again

“You should be able to soon” she whispered, her hand gently pressed against his clothes feeling him beginning to harden again. “Just close your eyes for a minute” she told him

After having a couple hours of sleep, both of them pressed against one another to savour the others warmth, Niklaus began to wake up. Immediately he noticed the overwhelming sensation in his lower region. He looked to see y/n still asleep but her hand still touching his cock. He let out a harsh breath, he had no idea what to do in this situation. He carefully took her hand off of him but found he wanted it back.

“Y/n” he whimpered needily, his hand shaking her by the shoulder lightly. She stirred awake and grumbled at him. “Y/n please, help” he whispered and she blinked herself awake.

“What’s happened?” She asked sleepily, her mind still barely running “was it Mikael?” She mumbled “I’ll get my dad to-“

“No no, no it’s not that” he murmured, his eyes looking away in slight shame at her immediate conclusion.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked over at his embarrassed face. “Niklaus, hey, what’s going on?” She gently took his hand and raised it to her lips in an act of love.

“It’s nothing” he whispered “I should go home”

She frowned and stood up with him, she began to remember what had happened before their nap and instantly felt bad. “Niklaus…please don’t leave” she begged “You know you’re allowed to stay as long as you’d like”

He couldn’t stop the embarrassed feeling in his stomach. Even when she kissed his lips softly to try and comfort him. “You know that none of that stuff means anything” she whispers referring to Mikael. “He will never be half the man you are” she tells him. He sniffs as he pulls her into hug, his face hiding in her neck.

“I hate him” he whispered, a crack in his voice as his mood dropped entirely.

“I know, I hate him too.” She whispered “but he gave me you” she told him (nobody knows Klaus isn’t Mikaels son, don’t come for me) “for that I am grateful” she uttered and he nodded

“Y/n?” He mumbled and she hummed in question, her hands playing with stands of his hair. “I want to have a baby with you” he tells her shyly. She smiled despite him not being able to see her.

“I would love to have a baby Nik, whenever you’re ready” she tells him

“I am ready” he whispers

“Nik…you only just found out how to do it, I don’t wish to rush you” she explained “you’re upset and it wouldn’t be fair to do that to you now”

So he waited, and so did she. He waited for weeks until he realised it was going to happen. They had spent all morning and afternoon in the fields, feeding the deers and running through the flowers.

When they came to her home and he noticed all the flowers covering her room, he realised she had made it special for him.

He had never felt so much love in his heart before, he looked at her like she had put the stars in the sky.

“You didn’t have to do all this” he whispered

“I wanted to…Niklaus I want this to be your day” she told him, a blush climbing her neck “I…I love you and…and I-“

He took a long stride forward and pressed his lips to hers, the words he had craved from her, from his parents, from anyone to say to him. He kissed her as though she were his only source of life. His affection for her would forever be unmatched.

“I love you too” he whispered against her lips. His hand went up to her jaw “I want to have this with you” he told her and she nodded

“I know” she breaths and he smiles, taking a few steps back do the backs of his shins hit her bed. He slowly begins to remove his clothes, she watched as he let his tunic fall the floor and rid himself of any other clothing. He sat back on her bed, laying down and patting the spot next to him.

She smiled as she slipped out of her dress and undergarments. She quickly made her way over to the bed and got on top of him. Her legs either side of his hips as she leant down and connected their lips once again.

He chuckled a little at the fast action causing her to laugh as well. He pulled her bottom lip with his teeth making her hit his chest playfully

“Don’t ruin it” she giggled and he smiled.

“Nothing could ruin this” he assured her. “What do I need to do?” He asked softly

“Just do what feels natural for you, I’ll take the lead…unless you’d prefer to?” She offered

“No I- I’d rather you did” he blushed as he said it but knew he would trust her enough to tell her anything.

She nodded and kissed his lips a few more times before standing on her knees so her core wasn’t touching him. She brought her hand to her mouth to lick it again but Klaus grabbed it before she did so and leant up to trail his tongue over her palm and fingers. He licked and sucked her fingers just like she had his cock only weeks ago. His eyes trained on hers as he brought her hand down to his awaits cock. His teeth sunk onto his lower lip as she stroked him, again covering him enough so he was nearly dripping before bringing her hand back to his mouth to collect more and bring it to her pussy.

She let out a small breath as she rubbed herself. He watched in interest, his eyes solely focused on the way her fingers patted and rubbed at a little bud. His hand came up to touch it, his forefinger moving along if back and forth at a rapid pace making her hips fly away from his hand

“S..start slower” she gasped and he nodded

“Sorry” he whispered before doing it slower. He moved his finger in a more circular motion, his heart raced when she moaned and her hips move back and forth to follow his touch. “Do…do I put it in my mouth like you did with my um.. my..” he furrowed his brows trying to find a non-embarrassing way express his thoughts

“You- oh- you can if you want to but we can do that a different d-day!” She squeaked the last word as her clit pulsed at the applied pressure his finger tip gave her.

“Can I try it now?” He asked shyly

“Ohkay” she whispered. “I’m gonna lay down okay?” She went to move but couldn’t bring herself too as almost immediately she felt something hot flick at her throbbing jewel.

She looked down seeing he had pushed himself up so his face could be between his open thighs. His tongue moved slowly against her clit, both of them moaned in unison as he swallowed the taste of her arousal. He flicked his tongue over the little button repeatedly, his lips closed around its hood and his mouth suckled gently.

“Nik” she whispered, her hand moving to hold the back of his head, tilting it back more so his tongue would rub her better. “That’s it” she whispered “just like that” she praised “a little faster” she told him and he did so straight away. She ground down against his mouth as he sucked and licked like it were the best experience in the world. “Ch-change direction” she panted and once again he did. She gasped and her fingers curled into his hair. “Oh-“ she cried, her brows furrowed as their eyes locked again. Seeing his eyes so dark and yet filled with love and submission as well as the much needed attention to her clit, which had been desperately craving touch since she had given his his first sexual experience, she couldn’t stop herself from letting go. See his eyes go wide as she pushed his head further down so he could taste her properly. “That’s it- good boy” she breathed feeling his tongue move up her folds, she could see his head moving in short motions before he slowly came to a stop and his arms gave out, laying back down between her thighs.

She pet the side of his face with the back of her hand as she gazed down at him. “You were remarkable” she told him and he blushed.

“I love you” he whispered and she smiled

“I love you too” she promised as she took him in her hand. “Are you ready Niklaus?” She asked gently and he nodded

“Im ready, I want this” he uttered, the corners of his lips upturning. She smiled down at him as she brought him to where they needed and slowly took him inside, lowering herself down.

He inhaled a long breath feeling her take him entirely, her walls clung to him like a second skin, he had no idea how should would be able to ever pull off him.

She groaned as she sat on top of him, her jaw clenched as she felt her self gradually adjust to his size. He frowned a little seeing her wince and brought his fingers back to where he knew she liked them. He rubbed that her now puffy clit gently, earning a soft moan from her lips as her walls pulsated around him.

“Okay” she whispered, mostly to herself, before she pushed down on his chest an brought her hips up. Her eyes shut in concentration as she slowly moved up and down him, listening to his muffled gasps. His hand held over his mouth in an attempt to not embarrass himself with quite how much he wanted to moan her name at the top of his lungs. “Do you feel good still Nik?” She asked him, her hand rubbing his chest and her eyes opening as her hips began to pick up a rhythm.

“God yes” he whimpered, his hands went to her hips, loving how they moved in his hold. “Please keep going” he whispered, his eyes begging her. She smiled down at him and moved a little faster, beginning to get more of a bounce as she sat further upright. She heard him whine and looks down to see his eyes on her chest. A smirk tugged at her lips as she bounces faster, his mouth remained open, a range of loud sounds leaving him.

“You can touch them” she whispered, she took his hands in hers and brought them to her breasts. He squeezed then lightly, glancing to her eyes to check it wasn’t too hard but only saw her practically panting as she bit back moans and arched her back to press her chest against his hands. He rubbed his fingers over her nipples before pinching gently. She let out a breathy moan as he did so, her hips rolled enthusiastically as his tip grazed her spot.

“good boy” she whispered when he tugged then a little. As though on instinct to the words, his hips bucked up, a sharp whine leaving his throat. She smirked again and moved faster, one of her hands moved to play with her clit while he did her chest and his cock throbbed inside her.

“Y/n” he whimpered desperately, that familiar crash of bliss rushing through his body.

“Good boy Nik, just let it happen” she whispered. Her eyes closed again as she was met with her own powerful whirlwind of pleasure.

She bit down on her lip a little too hard as her walls squeezed him beyond relief, she kept moving along him, milking his of his every last drop as his body began to tire.

She gradually came to a stop, her eyes falling to his face, his chest moved up and down with each breath and his face appeared hot with a thin layer of sweat covering him.

She put moved some of his hair away from his face and kissed his softly, which he welcomed all too eagerly. His arms circled her, holding her close as she slid him out of her. His hands rubbed at her back and arms, then up to her neck, holding her jaw before gliding back down to her ass. His lips moved down to her neck, kissing softly.

“Niklaus” she breaths, her hand squeezing his shoulder lovingly “I love you” she told him again.

He pulled away from her skin to look up at her, a lazy smile on his swollen lips “I love you more” he whispered making her smile.

“Ill grab us some clothes okay?” She whispered, kissing his gently before pushing herself up and grabbing something to clean the both

“Y/n?” He uttered and she looked to him in answer “can we do it again?” He asked shyly and her smile broadened

“Oh Nik” she breathed “all you ever have to do is ask”

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animeomegas · 1 year ago

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Headcanons for Dabi and Todoroki (separate) with a super loving and sappy Alpha? Snuggling him whenever they can, making him breakfast in bed, absolutely disgustingly cute compliments, getting him a gift or at least some candy once week. Just a total simp.

Aww, this ask is just too cute!! <33 I live for alpha being a complete simp for their omega. Enjoy~

WHEN THEIR ALPHA IS A COMPLETE SIMP

Dabi has a lot of conflicting emotions about an alpha like this, and it's definitely a journey for him.

At first he thinks you're making fun of him.

Then he thinks that you're a bit pathetic tbh.

And finally, when you refuse to give up, he decides you're totally insane to be so smitten with him. He really has no idea how or why.

Eventually he just accepts that you're weird and lets you get on with it.

Of course, he finds himself slipping into loving the constant positivity and adoration, slowly but surely.

He comes back from a running some villainous errands one day, and he's aching and sore and his mind starts wandering, wondering what you're going to have set up for him.

A hot bath? A lovely homecooked meal? Pizza and a film?

He starts trying to guess, until it suddenly hits him.

Oh.

He's being spoiled by an alpha who has made their desire to mate with him very, very clear, and...

He likes it. He's used to it. He doesn't want it to end.

Oh no.

He almost turns around a books it, but then he thinks about how sad and worried you'd be if he didn't go home, and shit, he's got it bad.

He opens the door slowly. He doesn't know why he can fight heroes, steal from banks and literally murder people just fine, but suddenly opening this door has his heart beating out of his chest. What's wrong with him?

He's greeted immediately with the sight of you cuddled up on the sofa with a pile of blankets and a bowl of fresh popcorn. Popcorn and a film, that's what you had planned. He was close.

Your face lit up as he came in, your beautiful smile directed to him and only him. He felt the urge to crawl into the blankets with you, and he definitely needed to get a grip on that. He'd never felt safe enough to nest before, but you were ruining everything.

"Dabi! Welcome home! I missed you so much," you said. How disgustingly domestic.

"Yeah, I'm back," he said lamely.

"I can see that. Here" -you pat the space on the sofa next to you- "I've picked out that new comedy you wanted to see. Come watch it, unless you need to shower or change first?"

Dabi shook his head, mouth dry, "No, I'm good."

"Great! Come on then!"

He blindly obeyed. This was not part of his plan, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't feel angry about it.

At first, Todoroki is so confused. And a little embarrassed.

Why are you doing so much for him?

He knows you're in a relationship and that people do things like that sometimes, but you just seems so happy when you're doing things for him?

Is he doing enough for you? He doesn't know.

But this only lasts for a few weeks, or as long as it takes for you or Midoriya to encourage him to embrace being in a healthy, loving relationship, and then he embraces it whole-heartedly!

And it unlocks a (cute) monster.

Todoroki lives to be pampered.

You could definitely use 'my prince' as a pet name, because it absolutely fits him.

He basks in the genuine and constant affection. It makes him feel fuzzy and warm, and he's always reaching out for you.

He quickly turns from the kind of omega who only holds hands in private, to the kind that always wants to sit on your lap and fall asleep on your shoulder, no matter where he is or who is watching.

If you bring him breakfast in bed, or stroke his hair, or bring him gifts for no reason, you get that beautiful little smile from him every time.

He engages spoilt cat mode very quickly.

Todoroki is cuddly, you just have to introduce him to it and then he never gets enough.

Please cuddle him, stroke his hair, buy him soft clothes, cook him dinner, it makes him so content and happy.

At first, Todoroki is so confused. And a little embarrassed.

Why are you doing so much for him?

He knows you're in a relationship and that people do things like that sometimes, but you just seems so happy when you're doing things for him?

Is he doing enough for you? He doesn't know.

But this only lasts for a few weeks, or as long as it takes for you or Midoriya to encourage him to embrace being in a healthy, loving relationship, and then he embraces it whole-heartedly!

And it unlocks a (cute) monster.

Todoroki lives to be pampered.

You could definitely use 'my prince' as a pet name, because it absolutely fits him.

He basks in the genuine and constant affection. It makes him feel fuzzy and warm, and he's always reaching out for you.

He quickly turns from the kind of omega who only holds hands in private, to the kind that always wants to sit on your lap and fall asleep on your shoulder, no matter where he is or who is watching.

If you bring him breakfast in bed, or stroke his hair, or bring him gifts for no reason, you get that beautiful little smile from him every time.

He engages spoilt cat mode very quickly.

Todoroki is very cuddly, you just have to introduce him to it and then he never gets enough.

Please cuddle him, stroke his hair, buy him soft clothes, cook him dinner, it makes him so content and happy.

"I'm home!" you called out as you pushed open the door, carefully manoeuvring the little shopping bag you had clutched in your hand. A smile automatically bloomed on your face as you heard the tell tale sign of Shouto coming to greet you. The sound of his socked feet padding along the floor was just too cute.

"Alpha!"

"My darling boy," you cooed as Todoroki's smiling face came around the corner to greet you. You opened up your arms and he ran into them, squeezing you tightly and nuzzling his face into your shoulder. "How was your day? You must have got back from patrol about an hour ago, right?"

Shouto pulled away and pouted, "You weren't here when I got back."

"I'm sorry," you said, pressing a kiss to his nose and watching as his pout melted away. "I went past that new bakery and I couldn't resist getting you a little something."

Shouto's eyes focused on the little bag in your hand for a moment before taking your hand and bringing you through to the kitchen. You placed the bag on the counter and gently pulled out the box of macarons. The box was half red (strawberry, red velvet, and cherry) and half white (coconut, white chocolate, and cookies and cream). He opened the box slowly, eyes wide.

"They look amazing," he said breathlessly. "Half red and half white?"

"There's nothing as pretty in my opinion," you cooed, ruffling his hair. His little smile lit up the room.

Shouto picked up one of the cherry ones and fiddled around with it for a moment. Taking the hint, you took the macaron from him and held it up to his mouth.

"Open wide, darling."

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cheshireliam · 1 month ago

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"The Fairytale Keeper's Final Assessment" Story Event: Chapter 2

Liam Evans

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Liam: This is the entrance hall. If you ever want to meet someone, you can wait for them here!

Liam: Oh, speak of the devil…

Jude: What’re ya doin’ chatterin’ away at a place like this.

Ellis: Good morning, Liam and Kate.

Liam: Morning, are the two of you just returning from work?

Ellis: Yeah. One the merchant ships Jude was doing business with sank, so we had to go deal with the aftermath.

Jude: Ah, right… take this.

Liam: … What’s this? Canned food?

Jude: A can of salted ‘n fermented herring. Since the ship sank, the goods’re all dirty now and can’t be sold. Ya can have it.

Liam: Oooh… shall we eat it together later, Kate?

Kate: Canned food is usually mostly meat, right? I haven't eaten much fish, so I look forward to trying it.

Liam: I wonder what we should pair it with. Maybe we could spread it on some bread?

Ellis: Oh… that canned herring has an incredibly strong smell, so you should pick the right time and place to open it.

Ellis: Even just one drop of its broth getting on your clothes will ruin them, be careful of that.

Kate: Eh!? That doesn't sound very appealing… why would you give such a thing to Liam…?

Jude: C’mon now, somethin’ this extreme suits the guy just fine, don’t it?

Liam: You know me so well, Jude. Thanks.

Jude would occasionally bring me rare and unusual things he came across at work.

They always satisfied my curiosity in the best ways.

(Of course, it’s never without expecting something in return…)

Liam: … So what do you need me to do?

Jude: In two weeks’ time, I need yer face at a business meeting.

Jude: The lady we’re dealin’ with’s got a thing for flashy lookin’ guys like ya.

Jude: All ya gotta do is stand next to me and flash those pearly whites of yers when I give ya the signal.

Liam: The usual, huh. Sure, no problem. Just let me know the details and I’ll clear my schedule.

Jude: Hah. A well-trained cat’s a handy one to keep ‘round.

After saying his piece, Jude left with Ellis.

Kate: Um, does Jude often ask you for favours?

Liam: He does it every now and then. I can’t always agree to his favours because I have my own things to do, though.

Liam: The first thing he ever said was “let me make full use of that charm and pretty face of yers”.

Kate: That does sound like something Jude would say… but don't overdo it, okay?

(Could Kate be worried about the favours Jude asks me for…?)

(It’s true that Jude’s words and attitude can be rough, but I should say something to ease her worries!)

Liam: The first time Jude approached me with something to offer was after I completely messed up on a mission.

Liam: While I was forcing myself to act like I was fine, Jude kept piling tons of work onto me.

Liam: Somehow, that made my situation better because I felt like I was still useful in some way.

Liam: Looking back, I think that might've been Jude’s way of showing kindness.

Kate: I see…

Liam: So I’m really not doing anything against my will. … This time, I’m not forcing myself to smile. Alright?

“Forcing a smile might be kind to others, but not to yourself.”

Those words were something Kate and I had both shared with each other.

Kate: … Okay. As long as you’re fine with it, I feel at ease too.

Liam: Uhh… s-sorry about that. I ended up rambling about stuff unrelated to the tour.

Kate: Unrelated to the tour…?

Liam: My story isn’t necessary for the tour, you know?

(I must've wasted her time with all that.)

(I just really want Kate to see the best of Crown today.)

Liam: Let’s get going! There’s still lots of places I want to show you.

Kate: Okay…

…

Liam: It’s almost noon, how about we grab some lunch?

Liam: I made sure to request your favourite dishes in advance, but let me know if there's anything else you’d like to have.

Kate: You’re so thorough.

Liam: Yeah, someone dear to me once said to me… “you have to eat to gain strength to face tomorrow”.

Kate: That’s…

Liam: Fufu… that’s right, it was you who told me that.

Liam: If you’re eating to gain strength, don't you think it’s best to eat something delicious?

Liam: The chef pours their heart into every dish, so we get to enjoy delicious hot meals every day.

Kate: I see. I’m looking forward to that!

(Alright, I think I’ve successfully made the food here appeal to her. Other things I should explain are—)

Harrison: … Why are you giving Kate a tour of the dining hall?

Harry strolled into the dining hall, staring at us with a puzzled look.

Liam: We’re doing a guided tour of Crown for any new members who might join us in the future.

Kate: I’m helping out by being the “test subject” for it.

Harrison: Huh… sounds like you’re up to something fun.

Narrowing his mint-coloured eyes, Harry gave a faint smile.

Harry, who had the ability to tell when someone was lying, definitely knew that my words were a lie and that Kate fell for them.

(What Harry meant by “something fun” wasn’t my tour, but my lie.)

Harrison: Liam, make sure to share the results of the tour with me later on.

Kate: Are you interested in the tour too, Harrison?

Harrison: Kind of. … Oh, right. Why don’t you try introducing me as a test?

Liam: … The gentle man over there is Crown’s very own human lie detector, Harrison Gray!

Liam: Harry’s my best buddy, and he’s super dependable. You can always count on him if you need help.

Harrison: Be my guest, but bear in mind that my services come with a price.

Liam: For example, you’ll have to pay him with sweets.

Harrison: I wouldn't mind taking you as my payment, though?

Harry shot a teasing look in Kate’s direction.

Liam: … Harry.

Harrison: Relax, I wasn’t saying that to Kate specifically. This tour is for newcomers, no?

Liam: You wouldn't say that to a newcomer either, would you?

Harrison: Yeah, yeah. My bad.

Kate: You two seem very close. Have you been like this since the beginning?

Liam: As for that—...

The three of us laughed and chatted away. Before we knew it, lunchtime was over.

…

Liam: Alright, now that our stomachs are full, our next stop is—

Kate: Oh, this sound…

Liam: … That’s Will playing the piano. Shall we go have a look?

…

Drawn by the graceful melody, we made our way to the grand hall where Will was playing the piano.

Liam: This is William Rex.

Liam: There’s a grand piano in the hall, so you’ll occasionally get to hear Will’s playing.

Kate: What a beautiful tune. It feels soothing to listen to.

We gave Will a round of applause as his performance came to an end.

William: Well, well. It looks like the robin and cat are off exploring Crown’s castle. Have you found any treasures, perhaps?

Liam: We sure did. Your live performance was a huge treasure, Will.

William: Thank you for your kind words. I’m thinking of playing another piece… feel free to make a request if you’d like.

Kate: What’s a song that you like, Liam?

Liam: I’m fine with anything. You choose, Kate.

(I want Kate to enjoy the tour. I want her to see how great Crown is…)

(And so I must put her first…!)

Kate: …

Liam: …? What’s wrong?

Kate: Ah… no, it's nothing. … I’ll leave the decision to William.

William: In that case, I shall dedicate this one to both of you. Chopin’s Waltz No. 9… “Valse de l’adieu (The Farewell Waltz)”.

The melody Will played was sweet and heartrending.

William: … It is said that this piece was composed by Chopin as a gift to the woman he loved.

Kate: Why is it called “The Farewell Waltz”, then?

William: They were still in a relationship when he composed it. However, the woman’s parents opposed their relationship… and the two parted ways.

William: And that’s why people came to call it “The Farewell Waltz”.

Liam: … Even though it wasn't meant to be a farewell song when it was composed. How heartbreaking.

William: Which is why, Liam and Kate…

William: I hope your story remains free of disruptions from anyone, and that it will continue to be written till the very end in a way that satisfies you both.

(Could it be that… Will knows about the assessment and is trying to comfort me?)

(“In a way that satisfies the both of us”... huh.)

Liam: … Thanks, Will. I hope for the same.

After Will’s performance, I continued with the tour, showing Kate to the castle’s infirmary, lounge, and library.

…

Liam: And this is your room. That concludes our tour.

Liam: … How was it?

Kate: I think it was fantastic.

Kate: The explanations were thorough, and while I didn't have the chance to meet everyone, I did meet a few members of Crown.

Kate: I believe that any newcomers would surely feel reassured about living here.

Liam: … What about your personal opinion, Kate?

Kate: My… personal opinion…?

Kate: … There was one explanation I was looking forward to the most, but it wasn't mentioned. I suppose that was something that made me a little disappointed.

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romanarose · 5 months ago

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Puzzle Pieces: Part 3

Ben Miller x Fem!Reader

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Part one; Part Two:

Series: Read is dating Tom and he's not kind to her. Luckily, Benny always is.

Summery: Tom make you feel bad about your dress

Warnings: Toxic relationship (reader and Tom), body shaming, shaming reveling clothing, beginning of emotional cheating type thing.

Immersivity: Afab reader, fem reader. I guess maybe its implied reader is thick? But you know the 2000's everyone was called fat for literally everything lololoool

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Ben and Santi were dding tonight. Santi picked up Frankie and his lady, Mel, and Will and his wife Laura got in Ben's truck and went to pick up Tom and his girl. Ben volunteered to get them, earning him a side eyes from Will who was suspicious, but Ben insisted he just thought you were cool. He didn't tell Will he thought you were the coolest, prettiest woman he'd ever seen and that he thought Tom didn't treat you good.

You were excited. Tom actually invited you to hang out with his friends! He rarely did that, even when later you'd be on snapchat or facebook and see the other guys brought girlfriends... It was fine though, because you were new. Sure, you were living with Tom... but the Mel and Laura had known the guys for years instead of a few months with you. You had to earn it.

So, you found a nice dress in your closet, and did your make-up all nice, wanting Tom to show you off the way Frankie and Will did. After hearing Tom yell upstairs to hurry up, you clip a bow into your hair for extra measure and skip downstairs, your smile grows when you see Ben. Ben was always nice to you. Not that the others weren't! It's just you and Ben got along easy.

"About damn time!" Tom says in a way that sounds like he's joking, but always makes you feel confused, like he isn't. 'It's just a joke, babe' he'd tell you constantly.

"Sorry!" You did a little spin, showing off the dress. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah" He said, chugging a beer down before leaving. Will cleared his throat, so Tom added on. "You look great! But... I thought we were giving that one to goodwill? You said it was too small."

You can feel your excitement deflating. "Oh... um, well I changed my mind... I didn't say it was too small though... I just never got the chance to wear it."

He rolls his eyes, that playful look still on his face but it made you nervous. "Oh, I guess that's my fault for never taking you nice places"

Were you fighting? You couldn't tell. You smile big, trying to keep peace. why was this so hard? "No! No baby that's not it. I just mean it's not my go to, you know? But I think it'd be nice for tonight." You reach a hand out to his shoulder.

Laura chuckles nervously, "I love the dress! Next time you me and Mel should coordinate. I'd don't dress up enough either." Laura was wearing jeans and t-shirt.

Tom turned to you. "Yeah, you should've coordinated with the girls."

"That's not what I meant, Tom." Laura glares at him.

"Well now you can look over dressed because we're just going to the corner bar."

You can feel embarrassment burning at the back of your eyes, throat feeling tight. You couldn't tell if you were being joked with or made fun of. "Well you wouldn't tell me where we're going!"

"Because I didn't wanna hear you bitch about it not being nice!" When turned to you, there was a flash in his eyes you didn't like. He grabbed your hand on his arm and took it off.

Ben watched as Will took the most subtle step forward. "Hey man, relax, there's no need to yell at her."

When he turned to the other, the glint in his eye was gone and his smile was back. "Relax babe, it's just a joke. Of course you'll look nice." He kissed your head, hand on your hip keeping you still as he gestured everyone out the door. "C'mon lets have a good night."

When they were on their way, tom turned you too him. You look up into his eyes, seeing the softness you loved in him, the strength, the traits that made you fall in love. He held one arm around your waist, the other at your shoulder. "You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah, I know. And I love you."

He nods, smiling. "Good girl." Tom's hand reaches for the boy clipped into your hair. "Let's keep this at home, okay? It's a bit too... preschool teacher."

You tried not to look hurt as you let him take it out, placing it on the counter.

Ben watched it happen. He watched it all happen, the ways Tom tried to knock you down, to play hurtful things off as a joke... But then he saw Tom take that bow of oh your hair, the pretty bow Ben thought you looked so beautiful in, and he was done just watching.

"Hey, I gotta piss real quick." He jogs up the front steps, Tom passing him the house keys to lock up after. Once inside, he found the clip

At the bar, they found the table with Santi, Frankie and Mel. Mel told you how hot you looked, making you smile which made Ben smile too. Ben couldn't tell you you were hot, even if he thought it.

"Oh! Hey," Ben called your name. "I think this fell out of your hair when you were leaving."

He pulls the bow out of his back pocket, walking up to where you were sitting with Tom's arm around you. Ben smile softly, trying not to give himself away as he watched you beam up at him as he fastened it into your hair.

"There we go! Beautiful, don't you think, Tom?"

Tom's voice was clipped and short. "Yeah. Beautiful."

He felt Tom's glare and several other eyes on him as he walked all the to the other end of the table but he didn't care. Someone had to treat you right, and it wasn't Tom.

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princess-of-the-corner · 13 days ago

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Villain?Izuku

Think I sent an ask about how Kurogiri could end up at UA with everyone, but I just had the thought of, like. So, AfO isn’t exactly keeping Izuku under lock and key. Izuku has likely MET most of the LoV. So I’m just imagining:

(I’m gonna add my notes in italics on this one!)

Izuku and Himiko

Himiko: Well, my Quirk makes me a monster.

Izuku: *long, detailed diatribe about why that’s bullshit*

Himiko: But, but I drink blood!

Izuku: Pretty sure you need to do that to be healthy. I bet I can prove it! Will you let me try?

Himiko: Uh, ok?

Izuku: *yoinks her Quirk* How do you feel?

Himiko: I’m … not hungry???

Izuku: And I’m suddenly starving! Point proven! But while we’re like this, would you like to know what your blood tastes like?

(Izuku just! Loves Quirks and loves every Quirk there’s no ‘bad’ Quirks to him!!!)

Izuku and Jin

Izuku: So, I’m pretty sure you’re real, I mean, I couldn’t take your Quirk from one of your clones, right? Plus, I broke the finger on one of your clones, and it vanished immediately, so-

Jin: *breaks his finger*

Izuku: OH MY GOD ARE YOU OK!?

Jin: Hey, I’m still here! I AM real!

Izuku: YOU DIDN’T NEED TO BREAK YOUR BONES HOLY SHIT-

(Izuku knowing him for like a week and figuring out exactly how his Quirk works is on brand lmao)

Izuku and Compress

(How it started)

Compress: -which is why my ancestor was one of the great thieves of- are. Are you taking notes?

Izuku: Of course! This is FASCINATING!!

(How it’s going)

AfO: Alright, Mr. Compress, do you know why I called you in?

Mr. Compress: I honestly have no idea.

AfO: I’m aware you taught my son poker. You then took him out to a Shie Hassakai gambling parlour, where he proceeded to clean out everyone who wasn’t working there. He is now buying every piece of All Might merchandise he can find.

Compress: … just to be clear, you’re mad about the All Might merchandise - NOT the fact that I taught Izuku poker, in fact, how to CHEAT at poker, or took him to an underground casino run by the yakuza?

AfO: When I said he couldn’t spend his allowance on All Might memorabilia, I was NOT expecting one of you to furnish him with another source of income!

(the skewed morals lmao. Also I feel like AfO would only have beef with it because it’s All Might. Any other Hero? Okay fine. But All Might? Really????)

Izuku and Magne

*for whatever reason, lots of time spent making scale models and doing puzzles. Cooking. Discussing the bullshit that is women’s clothing.*

(Izuku has vague recollections of how fashion works thanks to spending so much time at Kacchan’s house as a kid. He doesn’t /utilize/ any of this information but he has it!!)

Izuku and Spinner

*several sessions of intense bonding via video games. Spinner teaches him to throw knives*

(Give the boy knives!! New skill unlocked!!!)

Izuku and Kurogiri

The weary uncle looking after his hyperactive nephew.

(it’s great because Kurogiri has known Izuku since AfO brought him home and like. That’s his kid now too damn it!)

Izuku and Tomura (a summary)

Video games. Arguments about nothing. Nightmares weathered together. Getting on each others nerves.

Izuku: You should ask Spinner out, he’d totally say yes.

Tomura: *spluttering as he drives His character off a cliff* Wha- Who says I like that overgrown lizard!?

Izuku: Uh, you do? He’s all you’ve written about in your diary for the past three months.

Tomura: Ok, first of all, it’s a JOURNAL, not a DIARY, and second, YOU READ MY FUCKING JOURNAL!?!?

(late at night)

Izuku: Tomura?

Tomura: What?

Izuku: … do you miss your family? Your first one. Before Dad.

Tomura: … why.

Izuku: … I miss my mom.

…

Tomura: Yeah. Me too.

(Oh that HURT. Also you know that post about someone making a minecraft world and having a chest buried in the middle of the ocean that just has a notebook with their crush’s name on it? That has Tomura energy).

AfO: I have a plan to get the girl with the Rewind Quirk, but the best option involves Izuku. Hmmm. Well, maybe this will finally be a chance for us to bond over criminal activity … but his safety! Well, that League of Villains of Tomura’s is coming along nicely, they’ll make fine bodyguards! And surely their undying loyalty to both Izuku and myself will mean they’ll bring him back to me, where he will be safe!

(One miraculous escape via yakuza fight later…)

*knock on door*

Nezu: *opens door* … ah. The League of Villains, yes?

Kurogiri: Correct. Principal Nezu I presume? It’s an honour to meet you. We’re here about Izuku?

Nezu: I see. And you’re aware he has no desire to go back?

Kurogiri: Ah, you misunderstand. We have no desire to take him back.

Nezu: ?

Kurogiri: Our last order, just before the plan with the Shie Hassakai went into effect, was to keep Izuku safe while he was away from All for One. There was no mention of a time limit on that order, or HOW we were to keep him safe. In fact, given that All for One seems to be gearing up for another go around with All Might, well. It seems to us that Izuku would be safest far out of the line of fire. I see no reason why we can’t protect him here as well as anywhere, if this is truly where he wants to be. Might we come in to discuss the matter with you?

Nezu: Certainly! Why don’t you all come in?

(okay that’s the funniest option lmao. But also Izuku getting the LoV to reform via the power of friendship is always great)

(Also you don’t mention him BUT- Izuku absolutely clocks who ‘Dabi’ is pretty much immediately because he’s a nerd like that. May poke and prod at Dabi’s daddy issues because ‘fuck man I know a thing or two about complicated ‘loves you but is toxic af’ father-son relationships!’)

#submission #villain?izuku

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tgmsunmontue · 8 months ago

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Can't buy me love 2/3

Hangster, Explicit, ~16k (complete, posting chapter/day)

(Part of the Top Gun AU Bingo - squares for Ranch, Single parent, Billionaire, and semi power-balance).

MANY BELATED THANKS to @nevergettingoverit for the beta and correcting all my typos and the discussion of the word fossick.

Summary: Jake doesn't need help around the ranch, but he's not going to turn down cheap able-bodied labor either. He's not stupid. The fact that Bradley knows nothing about ranching doesn't exactly help his case, but he's a fast learner. PART ONE

On AO3 if you prefer.

“I’m going to go out dancing this weekend,” Jake states, and his parents know it’s a euphemism for sex. Hell. He’s pretty sure even Ashley realizes now that her occasional enforced sleepovers at her grandparents house are so he can go out and get laid.

“Sure. Sounds good. Saturday?” His mom asks and he nods. “You going to take Bradley?”

“Take Bradley where?”

“Dancing.”

That euphemism isn’t looking so great now and he rubs at his face. God. He thought he could just leave it.

“Yeah. I guess I can take him into town with me. Dancing.”

… … …

The others have cleared out, his dad will be by tomorrow morning to take care of the animals, he is as responsibility free as he can get for the next eighteen to twenty-four hours. He still hasn’t mentioned it or invited Bradley, has felt a little awkward around him, because he’s pretty sure if he asked he could get laid without leaving his own damned property. So he leaves it for the last possible moment, not quite late, but definitely after dinner and he’s got a plan in mind to make it clear to Bradley that he’s not interested in sex with him. Even though he is, he shouldn’t.

He could just leave without talking to him, without inviting him, but he’s already pushing the boundaries of the ingrained Southern hospitality and his mom will definitely figure it out if he doesn’t at least offer to take Bradley with him. He walks into the bunk house, and it’s quiet, but he can see the lights on in the small area just off from the kitchen, where an old sofa sits in front of an equally old television. Bradley is sitting there, legs stretched out along the length of the sofa, book in hand. He’s wearing sweats and a soft looking t-shirt, comfortable clothes. Good. Maybe he’ll be so settled and engrossed he’ll just say no.

“Hey.”

“Hi. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. I was going to head out and go dancing. My parents have got Ashley for the night. Um,” he bites his tongue. Cards on the table time. “Dancing here is a euphemism for getting laid.”

“You seriously think I could go out and get laid right now?” Bradley laughs and Jake frowns.

“Yeah. Where I’m going you won’t have any problems,” Jake says, and he has to grit his teeth at that, because he doesn’t like the idea of Bradley having sex with someone else, and he tamps down the unrealistic possessiveness. It’s even more inappropriate than wanting to act on the attraction. “Look, if you don’t want to come, that’s fine. But if you do, then I’ve got a couple of… tips, I guess,” Jake mutters. And he pulls out a few different colored handkerchiefs. “Just, put this in your back pocket if you want to pickup tonight. It’s a little sign to let people know you’re… gay and interested and available.”

“What? You have little signs?”

“Of course we do. Saves time and stops fights breaking out when you proposition the wrong person.”

“What if someone puts one in their back pocket just out of habit.”

“They don’t,” Jake states, voice dry.

“Do colors have different meanings?”

“So it’s not just ranching your clueless about, but also a whole section of your own culture.”

“I’m not Southern. Pretty sure handkerchief codes are not universal.”

“Nothing is universal, except maybe the human condition. Here. Take an orange one. That’ll cover your bases.”

“What does orange mean?”

“That you’re up for anything…”

“I’m… I’m not up for anything though.”

“Well, pretty sure you don’t want to advertise you’re up for getting – uh,” his brain flicks through all the possibilities. “You know what. Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Yeah. For several reasons,” Bradley says, and he’s standing up, like he’s about to make a grand announcement.

“Jake. I know you care about your reputation here. You shouldn’t be seen walking into a bar with me if I have a handkerchief of any color in my back pocket. You care about what Ashley will hear. How she’ll be treated. And there’s a big difference between me living at the ranch, and you and I going to some bar or dance together and then coming back to the ranch together. You take a gay man out, and then bring him back home with you, regardless of what happens, they’re going to talk. You don’t want people talking about you, do you?”

Jake blinks, realizes that there is clearly information that Bradley is missing, because of course he doesn’t know Jake’s dating history, unlike everyone else in the town. Or that Jake is very much used to being the subject of gossip, even when there’s nothing particularly scandalous to be gossiping about.

“Are you finished?” Jake asks, leaning back against the kitchen table and crossing his arms.

Bradley nods, and Jake has to admit it’s kind of endearing, that this man is apparently concerned for his reputation. Of what impact he could have on the rumor mill that is Jake’s life. And Ashley’s high school experience. It’s as sweet as it is unnecessary.

“I’m not in the closet.”

“What?”

“I’m not in the closet,” Jake repeats. “I mean, I haven’t had a boyfriend or a girlfriend since Ashley was… eight or nine. But it’s not a secret that I’m bisexual. Unfortunately it’s made a few people think that I’m down for anything and everything, the number of threesomes I’ve been invited to is seriously mind boggling. But you don’t need to worry about my reputation. Not here.”

“Oh.”

Jake can’t help grinning at the absolutely shell-shocked expression on Bradley’s face, decides to drop a few more titbits.

“When I dated again, after Jessica died, it was a guy, and you know what the ladies at church said to me?”

He watches Bradley’s Adam’s apple bob, his eyes going wide.

“No. What?”

“That at least I couldn’t knock him up.”

“Oh my god.”

“Of course, there was some fallout, but it’s also ancient history now. Let’s just say my mom rules the church committee with the same iron fist she ruled the PTA when me and my sister were in school.”

“Anyway, we can go out and you don’t need to worry about besmirching my honor or anything.”

“That’s not what I was worried about…” Bradley says, and he’s setting his book on the table, stepping toward him and he’s got an intense look on his face.

“Uh. You just said…”

“I was under the impression that you were… closeted.”

“Oh. Nope. Why? Does that change things?”

“Yeah. Yeah it does…”

Then Bradley is kissing him, his hands on either side of Jake’s hips, bracketing him in, his body pressing Jake against the ridge of the table edge and he shifts, realizing instantly that the action causes his hips to grind against Bradley’s. This was not what he had intended when he came in here. Not at all.

“Uh, Bradley, I… We could still go to the dance… you might get a better offer.”

“Don’t think that’s possible,” Bradley states and Jake’s blood hums in his veins but he has to keep why this is a bad idea at the forefront of his mind and he pushes at Bradley’s chest, although their hips grinding together again doesn’t exactly make the push very effective, his fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt almost reflexively before letting go and reaffixing to the edge of the bench where he firmly tells himself he has to leave them.

“I’m your boss, we really shouldn’t be, uh, doing this…”

“Don’t care. You can fire me if you want, then rehire me tomorrow. If it’ll make you feel better.”

“No… won’t make me feel better.”

“This will though,” Bradley says, then he’s sinking to his knees and Jake’s mouth drops open, every single word and thought about why this is a terrible idea evaporating like dawn mist as soon as the sun hits it. Bradley pauses for the briefest of moments, his eyes locked on Jake’s face and then his hand is there, running over Jake’s cock through the denim and the groan he lets out is low. It’s been too fucking long since he’s had this.

“You don’t need to…”

“And if I want to?”

Jake’s never been great at denying people what they want, and his last thread of self-restraint snaps in his mind, lets him just focus on enjoying Bradley’s hands and fingers and mouth. His jeans and underwear are tugged down and he prays that no one decides to come back early. Then the warm wet heat of Bradley’s mouth closes around the head of his cock, hand moving on the shaft and cupping his balls and his entire body shivers at the sensation. He throws his head back and lets his hips rock slightly, chasing the need to move while also being mindful that he doesn’t exactly want to fuck Bradley’s face.

It’s quiet, he can hear his own breath coming in gasps, the wet sounds of sucking accompanied by little moans and grunts and he glances down the length of his body. He doesn’t expect to find Bradley staring up at him, eyes dark with arousal, lips dark pink and swollen where they’re stretched around him and he uncurls his fingers from the corner of the bench to brush over the top of Bradley’s head, feather soft, feels the vibration of Bradley humming and does it again, a little firmer, gets another little hum and he moans.

“You feel so good…”

“So do you. You can pull my hair, be a little rough. I don’t mind,” Bradley says, his breath ghosting cool air over his cock as he talks and then he’s lapping him again and then it’s his mouth, hot and tight again and Jake lets his fingers weave into his hair and tug a little, grinds his hips a little more forcefully and then he feels an answering groan in the stronger vibrations and it’s like a feedback loop of sensation.

He lets himself just focus on how good it feels, loses himself to the sensation of skin on skin, the building pleasure and heat, thinks, hopes, that Bradley is enjoying it as much as Jake is. He’ll reciprocate as soon as possible, and it’s that thought, the idea of getting his mouth on Bradley’s cock that has him coming and he doesn’t have the wherewithal to give any sort of warning and he opens his eyes to find Bradley looking glassy-eyed and he pulls him to his feet, licks into Bradley’s mouth, kisses him deep and filthy.

“Close, close, so close…” Bradley chants, and his hands are scrambling at his own pants, shoving them down and Jake is suddenly so grateful for sweat pants. He curls his hand around Bradley’s cock, shoves a leg between Bradley’s thighs, knows they’re not young enough to just grind each other against each other until they come. It’s probably called something different now. He strokes faster, rolls his body against Bradley’s, can feel how his whole body is thrumming tight against Jake’s.

“What do you need?”

“Oh god…” Bradley gasps, his body trembling and Jake’s going to take that as a good sign.

“Come on, come on, don’t hold back… want to see you. Feel you.”

Bradley lets out a little broken sound at that and Jake feels his entire body go tense and then shudder and shake as he comes, hot come spilling over his hand and he takes in a slow breath in a likely useless to calm his racing heart. He doesn’t move, just hold Bradley close and lets them have a few moments to just settle.

“Okay. Okay,” Jake says, his mouth so close to Bradley’s neck he can feel the tickle of fine hairs as he talks. “So… that happened.”

“Yep. Sure did.”

“Um. You still want to go dancing?”

“Yeah. I do. Need to get changed first though.”

“You’re not the only one.”

… … …

He accepts the kiss on the cheek from Michelle, spins her out onto the dance floor, spends a good three songs dancing with her, chatting and catching up before he returns her safely back to the bar, their will-they, won’t-they act done for the evening just to keep the local gossips speculating, although the fact is he’s pretty confident he’s going to be leaving with the same person he arrived with and he throws a wink across the room to where Bradley is watching him with hooded eyes. He can feel Bradley’s eyes on him and he hasn’t felt this powerful in a long time, having someone’s undivided attention.

Something he hasn’t mentioned to Bradley, and likely never will, is the fallout of him dating the son of another entrenched family. Between them and his own family it had made quite a stir. It hadn’t been pleasant by any stretch of the imagination, however it had forced the bigots behind closed doors, or even out of town. It hadn’t been as easy as he had maybe implied, but he’d still had more supporters than he had people who’d ignore his mere existence. The fact that Ashley’s family is yet another means most people keep their less savory opinions to themselves.

“Dance with me?” Jake asks him, his hand out and Bradley looks at it, an eyebrow raised.

“You sure?”

To use a metaphor he hates, that horse has already bolted, and the gate is hanging off its hinges. They arrived together, they’re going to leave together, dancing together might get a few eyerolls but it’s not going to set tongues wagging any more than they already will be.

“Yeah, come here and let me teach you some line dancing.”

Like showing Bradley how to augur, fence and collect eggs, he picks it up quickly and starts following Jake’s lead, the smile on his face contagious and Jake is enjoying himself more than usual, although he’d also credit his orgasm earlier to assisting with his good mood. They dance for nearly two hours, and Bradley accepts invitations to dance from several others, but Jake doesn’t miss that his eyes always find him.

“Come on Jake, take me home…”

He nods once, all thoughts of trying to put up any argument gone, because he wants.

… … …

The ride home is quiet, he has the radio on low and Bradley’s hand is resting on his thigh, as if he needs to somehow remind Jake that he’s there, anchoring him. He throws his truck into park and turns the key, his leg feels cold when Bradley lifts his hand away. He starts walking toward his front door, which is a little unsettling, because he’s never brought anyone home before. But it’s not like he was going to take Bradley to a motel. And he sure as hell isn’t having sex in the bunk rooms, he isn’t a fucking teenager anymore. He turns to make sure Bradley is following only to find him standing and watching and he takes a few quick steps toward him, reaches for his hand and links their fingers.

“Come on, want you in my bed…” he states, the feeling of being adrift ebbing away as he starts to feel more certain about wanting Bradley exactly where he just said.

“You sure?”

“Stop asking me if I’m sure. I’m sure.”

“I don’t want you to have regrets.”

Jake is pretty sure that’s impossible, but he’s glad Bradley at least feels that way. He steps back toward his house, and this time Bradley follows, his fingers tightening around Jake’s briefly as they walk. He unlocks the door and toes off his boots, Bradley following his lead and he watches him in the dimmed-light of the few lamps that he keeps on through the night near the kitchen. They don’t speak as he leads Bradley upstairs to his bedroom, a part of the house that Bradley’s never been into. His bedroom isn’t the tidiest, hadn’t expected to be bringing anyone back. Never has before, not here. Though he’s glad he has plenty of condoms and lube, wants to get to use it.

“Just make yourself comfortable, I’m just going to go grab some stuff,” Jake says, and he’s a little sad that he doesn’t get to undress him, but maybe a little space is a good thing right now. He quickly throws back a quick drink of water, licks his lips before grabbing the things they’ll likely need. Because this is in a bed, his bed, and he has time and there’s no need to rush.

He steps back into his bedroom and Bradley is not quite undressed but he’s barefoot, jeans undone and hanging low on his hips. His shirt is on the floor, as is the white singlet he had been wearing underneath. Jake’s seen him shirtless before, working out on the ranch. But he’s never been in a position where he’s soon going to be touching and tasting and he dumps the contents in his hands on the bedside table, knocking over what’s there, but he can’t bring himself to care, pulls at his own shirt while he walks forward, one hand reaching to touch. He feels heavenly under Jake’s fingers, skin warm and soft, like he has a fucking skincare regime or something and Jake gives into the urge to bite and taste, enjoys the sensation of Bradley’s entire body jerking closer into Jake’s reach.

“Oh my god…”

Then it’s a haze of fingers and hands on skin, lips and tongues exploring, quiet words under their breath as they both pepper their touches with endearments. Gorgeous, hot, want you. He pushes Bradley’s jeans down, rubs a proprietary hand over his cock and it’s going to be another change of clothes and he feels smug about it. He can feel Bradley’s fingers under his shirt and he steps back, wants, needs to get just as naked.

Bradley seems to have other ideas though, is pulling the blankets off his bed, is rummaging through the things Jake brought through from the bathroom. He watches, frozen as Bradley spreads out a towel and then strips off his underwear, is covering his fingers in lube and then lying back, his own fingers pressing in and stretching himself open while Jake just watches in dumbfounded silence. He does make a small high-pitched sound he doesn’t recognize.

“Jesus Christ…” Jake says, voice breaking.

“Jake, come on. Please.”

He doesn’t need to hear more, might want to some time, but he strips off his shirt, kicks off his jeans and feels gangly and ungraceful in his haste, reminiscent of teenaged fumblings before he reminds himself he has all night and slows down a fraction. He licks into Bradley’s mouth, feels his breath pant against his face as he trails kisses over his face, down his neck, lets his fingers trail too-soft over his cock as he leaves Bradley to stretch himself open for now. Jake will get to helping him soon. He licks over pebbled nipples, nuzzles into the trails of hair leading down from his belly button and then sucks his cock into his mouth. He slides one of his own fingers in alongside Bradley’s, feels him press down, hear the gasping-groan that becomes high and reedy, his hips twitching.

“Come on, please, need you…”

Jake stops breathing, can’t believe he gets to have this, that Bradley is reaching for him, slapping a condom into his hand and shoving a pillow under his hips, his eyes not leaving Jake’s and he leans down to capture his mouth in another kiss, a touch too hard and biting as he sinks into the tight heat of Bradley’s body. It’s been a long time since he’s had this and he wants to drag it out, his entire body shaking a little as he settles into a slow rocking grind before making his strokes longer.

His mouth doesn’t leave Bradley’s body very much, he kisses every inch of skin he can reach while he thrusts, rests his forehead against his, licks at the sweat as it gathers on his neck, collar and chest. Nibbles with his lips at his nipples, savors the arching movement of Bradley’s body against his, trying to get closer.

Bradley is loud, gets louder but makes less sense as he keeps going. Jake had thought he might be tense and unyielding, fighting for control the entire time, but he's pliant, making little gasping moans at every thrust. Heat sparks up his spine every time he rocks in, the slick open pressure of Bradley’s body overwhelming. It's good, too good to last. He gets his mouth on Bradley’s neck again, works at the little juncture of muscle and sinew, the last bit of tension in his body, and he doesn't mean to bite but Bradley holds him there, his head tipped back. Jake digs his teeth in until Bradley bucks underneath him, breathes fuck fuck fuck, and comes.

Jake wrenches back his self-control enough to pull out, curling into himself and stripping the condom off before he strokes his cock three-four-five times and then he’s coming, breath panting against the skin of Bradley’s neck. The silence afterward is drawn out, like the dawn just before all the birds break into the morning chorus, and he tries to catch his breath and not fall over and keep it together. It's a while before he manages to move, getting up to throw the condom in the trash and grabbing a cloth. Bradley makes a drowsy noise when he comes back, rolling over to peer up at Jake with half-open eyes.

“You want me to go?”

“No,” Jake says, softly quiet, because that would make him feel infinitely worse for somehow using Bradley for sex and then just kicking him out. He doesn’t want to put his own insecurities and issues on Bradley, even if Bradley’s position as his worker is definitely the biggest issue in his head. He can figure out how to deal with it tomorrow. Later. He’s grateful that Ashley is spending the night with his parents. While he doesn’t want to kick Bradley out, it still feels unsettling to have him here, in his space, despite his desire for it earlier. He wants him to stay more than he wants him to go.

… … …

He wakes the next morning to Bradley wrapped up tight behind him, cock hard against Jake’s ass, body rocking against Jake’s ever so slightly. He’d almost think he was asleep, except for the hand palming Jake’s half-erect cock, lips brushing kisses against the back of his neck and he’s clearly awake. He hums and presses back, because it’s definitely up there with one of the better ways to be woken up.

“Morning…”

“Morning. Thought I might try and round it off with a third before you have to leave…”

“Where am I going?” Jake asks, breath catching as Bradley’s hand moves a little faster.

“Church?”

“Oh, I don’t go to church after a night of dancing…”

He pulls a face, glad Bradley can’t see him, because dancing and sex are not meant to be interchangeable.

“Really?”

“Really. I usually sleep in, but I have no complaints about this wakeup call…”

“Well, if I’d known I wouldn’t have made it quite so early…”

Jake laughs softly, shakes his head, because this still feels like a sleep-in, maybe better in its decadence. There’s a brief blast of cool air as Bradley shifts away, but he’s back, hand slick and Jake feels slicked fingers between his thighs, groans and presses back as Bradley slides his cock between his thighs, his slick hand wrapping around Jake’s cock. He starts a gentle rocking rhythm that would rock him back to sleep if it weren’t for the fact that he’s feeling more and more turned on by the second.

Bradley doesn’t seem to be in any rush to get off, seems focused on Jake’s pleasure, murmuring filthy words about how good Jake had felt fucking him. Jake’s never had anyone talk dirty to him before, not like this, and he’s clearly been missing out, because it’s hot, ratchets his arousal up a few more notches and he can’t really move, Bradley moving his hand and his own body and Jake just having to lie there and take the pleasure that Bradley so clearly wants to give him. When he comes his entire body shudders with the intensity of it and he feels a little shocky. Bradley doesn’t let go of him, hold him as he continues to rock, the pace increasing only slightly before he’s coming as well.

“Go back to sleep…” Bradley says, voice quiet, his hand dragging a dry towel to wipe away the worst of the mess, although he’s still going to need a decent shower and change his sheets. Sleep does sound really good though.

… … …

He wakes again about an hour later and Bradley is asleep, and he looks so good, asleep in Jake’s bed, and he feels a sudden wrench of pain that he might not get this. He really shouldn’t be sleeping with him. His joke about firing and re-hiring him kicking at the little part of his brain that has been screaming that this is a bad idea over and over. He doesn’t regret it. Well. He does, but he regrets more that he won’t let himself do it again, no matter how much he wants to.

“No. Nope. I don’t like that look on your face…” Bradley says, and he’s blinking up at Jake, still half asleep but he’s frowning and poking at the space between his eyebrows and he bats his hand away.

“Hey. Morning. Again.”

“Morning. Again. I don’t like that look on your face.”

“What? It’s just my face.”

“No. It’s your bad thoughts face, where you are clearly thinking about every possible bad thing that could go wrong right now. Just… what are you thinking?”

“I… we… really shouldn’t have slept together.”

The look that Bradley gives him is incredulous, which he guesses is fair, given that they’re both currently naked, in his bed, and have cum crusted in all sorts of places.

“Okay…” Bradley says slowly. “Tell me why you think that.”

“I’m your boss! I pay you. Am meant to be paying you more now. But… not because of… this.”

“You’re not paying me to have sex with you,” Bradley states, and he’s shifted to hold one of Jake’s hands in both of his.

“No, of course not.”

“Would you stop paying me if I refused to have sex with you?”

“No!”

“What about if I have a fantasy of getting paid for sex?”

Jake chokes and splutters.

“Do you?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it… might do. If it’s you.”

“Bradley…”

“I’m joking!” Bradley says, and then pauses. “Maybe. Probably. But, anyway, I don’t want to stop… seeing where this could maybe take us.”

“Not just sex?” Jake asks, wanting, needing clarification, because okay, his mind is spinning like an out-of-control top and okay, if it’s more than sex, then it would make him feel considerably better.

“I think we’re pretty good at that already, although I’m never going to say no to getting more practice in.”

“Come on, be serious.”

“I am being serious. I want to date you. Try a relationship. If I need to quit working here I will, but…” he sucks in a breath then, and he looks sad and Jake’s reminded of what he’d looked like when he’d first arrived. Lonely.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere,” Jake states firmly.

“Good. I don’t want to go anywhere. Except to shower. I really want a shower.”

It feels too easy, but so much in his life hasn’t been easy so maybe he’s due a break.

… … …

They’ve showered and dressed, and Bradley has borrowed underwear and a shirt, which Jake has to admit he appreciates the way his shoulders stretch it out just that little bit more than he does.

“You like travel books huh?” Bradley asks, running a hand over the dozens of spines of his travel books and Jake didn’t mean to literally shelve his dreams so blatantly, but it’s not lost on him now that Bradley is looking. He’s reminded that he actually knows very little about Bradley’s past, that Ashley may know more, given how openly Bradley talks with her. Can he ask questions now?

“Well, I can’t exactly travel with my life, so I need to find out about the big wide world without getting there myself.”

Bradley hums, gives him a soft look that Jake quite can’t parse the meaning of, his mind already snagging on just how comfortable Bradley looks, like he belongs.

“I loved photography when I was younger, dreamed about just, travelling and taking photos. Mainly the travelling. Never leaving the state except for a couple of livestock conferences wasn’t exactly my dream.”

“Then you find a new dream… my parents died when I was young. I was raised by my godfather, Pete. I mentioned him before.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that…”

“No. Jake. I wasn’t telling you to get sympathy… You don’t know much about me because I haven’t shared anything with you. Uh. Maybe we could talk over some coffee?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He goes through the motions of making coffee, this is familiar at least, Bradley in his kitchen, although the bare feet make his heart twist for reasons he doesn’t want to dig into right now. He pours them both large mugs, settles back against the counter and stares at the curling steam, waits him out. His own life is an open book Bradley has been taking a part in the last few weeks, he doesn’t need to share anything about himself.

“Okay, first thing I need to say is, if it bothers you that much I can move out, work somewhere else.”

“If what bothers me?”

“Dating me. Having sex. If you really don’t think you can do those things while I live here I can leave. Just move into town, because I’m serious about wanting to try… well. Dating. As a bare minimum.”

Jake stares at him. He’d thought they’d just cleared this up. Decided Bradley wasn’t going anywhere.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere,” Jake says, repeating what he’d said earlier. “I want to date you. Try a relationship. But I do feel uncomfortable when I think about paying you. Especially now that you’ve learnt so much more.”

Bradley’s lips twitch at that and Jake rolls his eyes, but the nerves that had started clawing away at his insides dissipate at the humor Bradley is showing.

“Told you it’s a fantasy of mine, getting paid for sex…”

“Shut up, it is not…”

“Might be. Might need a more convincing act from you…”

“Stop being an asshole.”

The smirk on Bradley’s face makes him aware he walked straight into that one.

“Just don’t pay me anything. I don’t mind. Or I can just… stop working for you, but maybe still stay in the bunkhouse?”

“No, that makes me feel even worse! For fucks sake Bradley, you’re a decent worker, for all you know fuck all about ranching. You’re tutoring Ashley through her AP Calculus, you’ve maintaining all the machinery, you’re cooking for everyone… I want to pay you what you’re worth.”

“Oh my god, we’re going in circles. Then pay me for that. Jake. I don’t care about the money. Okay? I enjoy being here. Hell. I never knew I had a gift for somehow making calculus easier for someone to understand. And cooking for people who enjoy it? These are all… they might seem like small things to you, but they’re huge for me. That I get to do them and enjoy them and have people be so grateful and happy that I’m simply there…”

“I’m grateful for you.”

“Well, I make you a different sort of happy,” Bradley says, smirking at him and Jake lets out a laugh, but it feels a little forced.

“What would you do, if you didn’t work here? What did you do, before?”

“Oh… Mechanical engineer. But also some other stuff.”

“That’s super vague.”

“Yeah. Uh. Shit.”

Not for the first time since they started talking he feels worried that they might just be talking themselves into the end before they’ve even started and he doesn’t want Bradley to put it in the too-hard basket, even if it feels like that’s where it should be. Fuck it.

“I want to be with you. I want you to stay here. I will ask my dad to take care of paying you. Cards on the table.”

Bradley looks at him, eyes serious before he’s nodding slowly.

“That sounds like a good compromise. We going to trial it out for a month or so?”

Jake groans, pretty sure Bradley is being a dick on purpose. … … …

PART THREE

#hangster #top gun maverick #sereshaw #AU #Ranch #can't buy me love

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Solar Opposites: Unleashed Episode #1: “Darkness and Light Part. 1”

One fine sunset day, something big happened one day when the GeenasDavisville laboratory at sunset. The scientist were trying to create a cure for Joan’s boyfriend Scott, who is strapped to a chair.

Scott: Are you sure about this?

Joan: Don’t worry honey. I’m sure it will work. kiss Scott on the forehead

Doc. Green came in with Barry West, Mark Baine and Martin Sewers.

Doc. Green: Don't worry, Scott. This will only hurt for a few seconds.

Martin Sewers however walks away as he walks towards the device connected to the device near Scott as he grins. He gets out a wrench and breaks a part of it as he sneaks out.

Barry: What the?

Doc. Green: What the hell?!

The machine starts malfunctioned as it makes a little explosion as some of the scientists screamed. Then, the electrotechnical starts spread around a bunch of viles, chemicals and other element based stuff as they break apart

Joan: Doc, what’s happening?

Doc. Green panics and tries to stop it

Doc. Green: Damn it! The explosion is taken a hold!

Barry: I’m on it!

Barry runs to the telephone as he panics.

Barry: West to Base. Inform Korey Opposites there is a huge explosion. chattering in the phone He’s where?

Doc. Green: What's going on?

Barry: Korey is not at the base today. He’s busy with something?

Then, it cuts to Korvo and Terry at home, kissing while Korvo is in the couch and Terry is on his knees on the floor. “Time after Time” by Cyndi Lauper plays in the background:

Terry: Oh, baby. You're so dirty.

Korvo: I know. kiss Terry again So today is our 10th anniversary.

Terry: Yeah it is.

Korvo: kiss Terry again The ladies are also at their homes too. Wanted to surprise us.

Terry: That's cute but I know how we can celebrate. whispers in Korvo's ear

Korvo: Oooh ho… of course…

Then Pupa comes in..

Pupa: Korvo? Terry? I’m hungry.

Terry: Oh. Uh...

Phoebe then comes in while picking up Pupa.

Phoebe: Don’t worry Pupa, I’m just about to make rump roast for dinner.

Korvo: Thanks, Phoebe

Terry: Wanna make our toast at dinner?

Korvo: Sure do.

Korvo and Terry kiss.

Pupa: Toast

Phoebe: Okay okay. I'll make you toast, Pupa.

Phoebe chuckles. But then, an explosion happens in the basement while Yumyulack was coming downstairs while texting Mark lovingly as smoke appears.

Yumyulack: What the hell?

Jesse then comes down while singing her “Scrub Scrub” song as Korvo, Terry and Phoebe grow shock by the smoke.

Jesse: singing Scrub scrub scrub! Scrub scrub scrub! Scrub!

Terry: What's going on?

Korvo: I don’t know I- realizes something as he sighs of course.

We then see Sonya with a destroyed chemical set as she froze in shock while holding a burned beaker. Korvo and Terry downstairs as Korvo sighs and looks as the smoke clears, Sonya with her goggles covered in smoke.

Korvo: Sonya?

Sonya takes off her goggles as she looks nervous at her dads. Sonya laughs nervously.

Korvo: Sweetie, what are you doing?

Sonya: Well...

Sonya shows them a broken speaker as Korvo sighs as he smiles and gets out a cleaning clothe to wipe the smoke out off of Sonya.

Korvo: I warned Terry not to buy you that lab kit.

Terry smiles nervously as Korvo sighs

Sonya: I just wanted to be a scientists like you.

Korvo sighs and puts a hand on Sonya's shoulder.

Korvo: I know. But, you also have to be very careful. Anything like that can result in someone getting hurt and-

Jesse: calling from upstairs Hey Korvo! Come upstairs! A siren is blaring! Ugh!

Korvo: What?

The scene then slides to Marin putting a key in the machine as he opens it and pulls the lever while the alarm starts blaring. Then, one of the soldiers head to the microphone to announce evacuation.

Soldier: Something's on its way! We have to evacuate.

A woman named Dr. Janiz gasp as she went off and tells one of her coworkers. Then, the scene slides to the school where Ms. Perez heard the alarm while teaching her class and gasp.

Ms. Perez: Oh my god!

Miss Frankie quickly gets the kids to the MPR while meeting with Principal Cooke as they kiss and heads back telling the kids to get the auditorium for safety. Meanwhile back at the Solars' house.

Korvo: Kids! What’s going on and-

Korvo gasp as he and his family sees the glowing green light.

Terry starts breathing in and out

Terry: Oh my God! Oh my God! What’s happening,

Yumyulack: I don’t know!

Phoebe: Don’t worry, I’ll go check outside and-

But then, Korvo recognizes it as something terrifying as he gasp and grabs Phoebe’s hand.

Phoebe: Korvo! What is wrong with you?

Korvo: Don’t go out there! I know what that means! It means an experiment has gone wrong! It made some sort of dangerous chemical reaction!

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: What?!

Pupa: gasp

Terry starts to have a panic attack. Korvo quickly grabs the family as they hide beneath a table and huddle next to each other while the building starts glowing brighter in green.

Jesse: Oh shit! The glow is getting brighter!

Korvo comforts Terry who is crying.

Korvo: Terry! What’s wrong?!

Terry starts breathing in and out.

Terry: Oh my god! Oh my god! It’s the end! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! WE’RE ALL GONNA-

Korvo slaps Terry.

Terry: Ow! Why did you-

Korvo kiss Terry who melts into it as Terry finally calms down and the two husbands smile.

Korvo: It'll all be okay, darling. Just relax for me, okay?

Terry: Okay!

Phoebe sees the glow and gasp.

Phoebe: Um Korvo… I think that base is gonna blow!

Korvo: Shit! Everybody-

The explosion happens as the Solars huddle against each other while they scream. The glowing spreads around town with electricity. As the dust settles, the town appear to be find but with broken windows. Korvo groans as he gets up.

Korvo: Is everyone okay?

Terry: Yeah.

Phoebe: Definitely.

The kids however are shaken as they run to their dads and embrace them while crying.

Sonya: I thought we were gonna die.

Jesse: tearfully It was so scary

Yumyulack: Korvo? Why do bad things always happen to us?

Pupa: whimpering

Korvo and Terry then pulls their crying kids close to them as they comfort them. Korvo sighs.

Korvo: Shh shhh… it’s okay… we’re here…

Phoebe: You're okay...

Suddenly, the news turns on. The Solars then turn into their human forms just in case someone sees them.

Human Yumyulack: looks at the tv What the hell?

News Reporter: This just in! An epidemic has spread over the town!

Solars: What?!

Human Pupa: faints

News Reporter: Tonight, an attempt to cure Scott Bannar somehow resulted in a r chemical explosion that seems to have infected a few members. We go now live to the labratory where we start to report local scientist, Dr. Janiz.

News Intern Reporter: I’m here at the laboratory so we can get to bottom of how it all started. to Dr. Janiz Dr. Janiz, what can you tell us about this dangerous experiment that created this new epidemic?

Dr. Janiz: Well, we were trying to cure him but...things got out of hand.

As Dr. Janiz continues talking on TV, Human Korvo began to develop suspicions as he looks at the woman closely.

Human Terry: What's wrong, Korv?

Dr. Janiz: Then the explosion somehow….

Dr. Janiz sighs.

Dr. Janiz: We don’t who started it! But I’m afraid some of us might be experiencing something that is…

Then the talking turns into muffling as Human Korvo starts to notice the necklace on Janiz’s neck as he then sees it looks like the crystal on his robe.

Sonya: using her calculator Well, the math checks out.

Human Jesse: Another epidemic?! What kind of town is this?

Human Korvo: Odd.

Phoebe: Now Jesse, there are some epidemics that have happened throughout history! Just like the Chinese flu-spreading epidemic back into the beginning of the 2020’s!

Human Jesse: So the Chinese started COVID?!

Human Yumyulack: Um…

Human Terry: Yep. This town is as fucked up as we are!

Human Terry notices Human Korvo staring at Dr. Janiz on the TV.

Human Terry: Honey, is everything okay?

Human Korvo however says nothing, which made Human Terry concern as he begin to feel a connection towards the locket on Dr. Janiz’s neck.

Human Korvo: Dr. Janiz looks...familiar.

Suddenly, Sonya sees something on tv that made her scream.

Human Korvo: Huh? What is it Sonya? What’s wrong?!

Sonya stammers and points at the TV.

Sonya: M-m-m-Monster!

Human Solars: Wait, what?!

The family then sees a scientist screaming in pain as he turns into hulking rock reptile monster as he roars. Sure enough, that man is seen turning into a monster.

Dr. Janiz: Holy shit!

Everyone starts running for their as more victims start turning into monsters as Dr. Janiz turns her attention towards the camera to warn everyone.

Dr. Janiz: Oh my God. Everyone in town, this a huge problem we must deal with! Everyone, please. Stay inside! Lock your doors! Don’t get infected! This a huge epidemic that is totally different! I repeat! Stay away from any monster inefected!

As Dr. Janiz runs off for safety, the camera drops and the scene goes static as the family becomes terrified.

Sonya: Oh God.

The family look each other nervously as they ran out of the house on the porch as they see people turn into monsters causing a rampage while scientists shoot cures at them.

Human Yumyulack: Shit!

Human Terry: Oh my God. What has happened to these people?

Human Korvo: I don’t know but we gotta head back inside

Human Jesse: But why?

A mutant tiger appears as it roars at the family

Human Korvo: That’s fucking why!

The family heads inside while screaming. Then, Phoebe locks the door.

Sonya: What? The hell? What that?

Human Yumyulack: A man tiger! That’s what!

The family look outside of the window as more monsters appear.

Human Terry: What’s the fuck is happening?!

Phoebe: Holy fuck. How long is this gonna go on?

Human Jesse: I don’t know but what’s the worst that can happen?

Human Terry: L-look! Don’t worry guys. Let’s just stay calm and maybe this whole is gonna end today or the next and it will all be over soon!

Human Yumyulack: panicking IT’S AN EPIDEMIC!

Three months later….

Human Korvo: deadpan And… it’s still fucking going…

Everyone looks at Human Terry with angry looks

Human Terry: nervous laughing

A monster tries to break free the window as Sonya and Human Jesse screams. But, luckily Human Korvo puts a needle into it.

Human Korvo: Look, if we all just stay calm-

Human Jesse: Hey yeah. Let’s look back to what Terry said. Maybe we stay positive, we might-

Human Terry kicks the wall in anger.

Human Terry: Aw man aw man aw man! FUCK WHAT I SAID! WE’RE ALL REALLY GONNA FUCKING DIE! HOLY SHIT-

Human Korvo runs up to Human Terry and tries to calm him down.

Human Korvo: Terry easy, just calm down!

Human Terry: DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!

Human Korvo then slaps Human Terry as he sighs.

Human Korvo: Oh Terry, don’t tell me you’re still upset the epidemic started on our wedding anniversary three months ago…

Human Terry then grows sadden as he breaks down in tears and starts crying.

Human Korvo: Darling?

Human Terry starts sobbing

Human Korvo: Oh honey…

Phoebe: Terry…

Human Terry: tearfully I’m sorry this fucked up our anniversary! sobs as tears fall done his eyes

Human Korvo: Oh Terry.

Human Terry: tearfully I am so sorry. I just wanted us to celebrate the most special day of our lives. None of this would’ve happened if I just let you go to work. Now there is an epidemic, and our whole lives are in danger and it’s all my fault.

Human Korvo hugs Human Terry as he comforts his husband.

Human Korvo: Ssh…

Human Terry: I’m so sorry babe. I never meant for any of this to happen.

Human Korvo smiles.

Human Korvo: Oh Terry. I know. I know you wanted our anniversary to be special, and I’m sorry this goddamn epidemic fucked it up. But don’t worry, at least you’re here with me along with Phoebe and the kids.

Human Terry: B-But everything’s ruined…

Human Korvo: I know it was. But, Terry, me being there with you when the epidemic happen already made it special. All I wanted to do is celebrate this with my husband, which already happened before this came. Terry, I don’t care if everything’s ruined. I am just happy to be here with you. I don’t know what this whole thing is gonna bring. But, as long as I am here with you. I know we’ll be okay.

Human Terry: Oh Korvo…

The two husbands kiss while the kids hug their dads while crying.

Sonya: tearfully Oh daddies…

Human Yumyulack: tearfully We’re scared…

Human Jesse: tearfully What’s gonna happen to us guys! What if we get infected and become monsters too?

Human Korvo: I won’t let that happen. I promised.

Human Terry: Shhh… it’s just okay kids… your daddies are here… shhh…

Phoebe: It’s okay.

Phoebe joins in on comforting the kids as Human Korvo and Human Terry looks at the kids wit reassurance as they touch each of their faces soothingly.

Human Terry: You’re alright…

Human Korvo: wipes away the tears from Yumyulack and Sonya’s faces It’ll be okay…

Meanwhile, at the lab, Joan is busy putting the finishing touches on the lab while Human Korvo arrives.

Human Korvo: Um, what are you doing?

Joan: Just fixing the lab.

Human Korvo then sees a huge tube connected to a bunch of bubbling chemicals as he grows concern about this.

Human Korvo: What…is that?

Mark Baine: The nutrient bath! It’s our biggest experiment yet

Human Korvo: Huh. Nice. But uh, why is it called-

Joan: It’s called that because it can help separate a victim from his/her own beast. We are planning to use it in Scott. So we can cure him

Cheery then runs in.

Cheery: Bad news! Scott broke out again!

Human Korvo and Joan: What?!

Joan: Oh no! Quick Doc! Go find him!

Doc. Green: On it!

As Doc Green runs off, Human Korvo then looks at the blue prints and began to grow concern.

Human Korvo: Look, Mark. Are you sure this is safe?

Mark: Oh please. This is the only way we can stop this. What are you are you so worried about?

Joan: Yeah. Are you feeling okay?

Human Korvo: I don't know. With epidemic going on, it's just...

Joan: I know. But we believe this is the only way we can stop this.

Human Korvo: I hope you're right.

Mark: Yeah. Besides, don’t tell me this huge tank can make one big wound. There is nothing to worry about. If you love your family, then maybe this is best for them.

Human Korvo sighs. As soon as Joan and Mark leave, Cheery puts a hand on Human Korvo while giving him a reassurance smile. Then, the scene fades to school, where Human Jesse is eating her lunch. Suddenly the Stacies show up.

Sonya: Man. Even school became a dangerous place to go to ever since the epidemic

Stacy H.: Oh my Lard. Look what we have here. The two weirdo Opposites Sisters!

Stacy F: You freaks don't belong here.

Sonya: Uh, yes we do.

Stacy K.: Whateves. Your daddy should’ve been at the freaky lab then this stupid epidemic would’ve started.

Human Jesse: What do you mean?

Stacy H: Um. Hello your father just ditch his work day on the epidemic just to celebrate a silly hoedown with your other lazy dumbass father

Human Jesse growls.

Human Jesse: C'mon, Sonya. We're going somewhere else to eat.

Stacy F: Good luck sitting with this runt. throws a used crumpled napkin at Sonya

Human Jesse: catches it before it hits Sonya in the face Say that again about my sister, and you're gonna regret it. throws the napkin back at Stacy H’s face

Stacy K gets angry.

Stacy K: grabs Jesse Get it straight Opposites! You’re a freak! And you always will be a freak! drops Human Jesse

The Stacies left while laughing while Sonya helps pick Human Jesse up.

Sonya: You okay?

Human Jesse: Yeah…

Human Yumyulack came by and sees his sister beginning to cry while Mark sees them.

Mark: What's going on?

Human Yumyulack: Aw man, I think the Stacies insulted Jesse and Sonya again.

Human Yumyulack runs to comfort Human Jesse who is sobbing.

Human Yumyulack: Oh sis. What did the say to you?

Sonya: hugs Human Jesse Aw, don’t listen to them Jesse. They’re just being jerks.

Human Jesse: tearfully But we're freaks. Stacy K said.

Human Yumyulack: Hey. Don’t listen to them. Okay, we are not freaks. We’re a brunch of brave little weirdos who live with two dads. Remember what Korvo said, “our weirdness is what makes us strong”!

Human Jesse: Yeah. I guess that's true. But what about the Stacies.

Sonya: The Stacies are just total skanks. Screw them. Don’t let it get to your head

Human Jesse: I need to go to the bathroom...

Sonya holds Human Jesse’s hand as Miss Frankie came and looks at them sadly as she feels sorry for Human Jesse.

Sonya: Come on sis. Let’s go…

Later, Human Jesse is crying in a bathroom stall.

Sonya: Oh sis… I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that…

Human Jesse: I'll never be pretty...

Sonya: Aw you’re still pretty to me. Not the Stacies. They’re just a trio of whores…

Human Jesse: I know…

Then the scene cuts to Principal Cooke, who is just writing something until he heard something banging on the walls that shook his office

Principal Cooke: What the fuck?

He then sees huge monster hand appearing through the hole as he screams. Principal Cooke frantically tries to call the police but then, Hulk Scott comes in and roars while Principal Cooke frantically search for his gun, which is the one the army gave him.

Principal Cooke: Shit shit shit!

Hulk Scott heads towards Principal Cooke.

Principal Cooke: Come on come on come on! Oh fuck! Come on!

Principal Cooke finds the gun.

Principal Cooke: Okay! Now to- guns breaks apart Aw come on!

Then, Doc. Green came and prepares to use a tranquilizer gun at Hulk Scott.

Doc. Green: Stay back! Hold still Scott!

Doc. Green shoots Hulk Scott with the tranquilizer.

Principal Cooke: Who are you?

Doc. Green: A friend of Korey’s. Come with me.

Principal Cooke: Okay?

Principal Cooke looks unsure. Then, it cuts to Doc. Green and the army arriving while SWAT spies disguise as soldiers watch.

Swat Agent: talking to walkie talkie Okay Agent Bronze. We’re keeping a close eye on them.

Agent Bronze: On it.

Later, the scientist put Hulk Scott in the tube

Human Korvo: Thank God you found him.

Doc. Green: No problem. Okay people, stand by.

Joan began to press a button.

Joan: Here goes nothing.

The tube activates. Green foaming water flows through the tube as it covers Scott’s body. As it starts flowing, Human Korvo receives a reminder notification on his phone, which made him terrified.

Human Korvo: I have to leave.

Joan: What? But we were just about finish.

Human Korvo: I’m sorry but, you see everyday on May 1st, I have this condition-

Suddenly, he sees an agent using a crossbow aiming at the tube.

Doc. Green: What are you doing?!

Human Korvo: EVERYONE DUCK!

The crossbow fires and hits the tube. An explosion occurs as the scientist duck, while Human Korvo runs out as suddenly, glowing aquamarine spots appear on his forehead. Then, suddenly the beam where Principal Cooke is standing on top of, breaks and Principal Cooke falls in the tube screaming.

Human Korvo: COOKE!

Principal Cooke: heads to the surface while struggling to swim up HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!

Human Korvo: Shit!

Suddenly, with some kind of inhuman strength, Human Korvo lifts the tube as it reveals an unconscious Principal Cooke and Scott, who is now separated by his Hulk form.

Human Korvo: No! Cooke!

Suddenly, something big and wet emerges, it and it is revealed to be some kind of were-hedgehog, or as people would say, a werehog.

Doc. Green: What the fuck is that thing?

The werehog awakens and roars as it attacks some of the scientists and rushes through the wall as it runs off. Suddenly, Human Korvo sees something monstrous in his eyes in an aquamarine background, as soon as it fades away, Human Korvo screams in pain as he starts breathing in and out. After catching his breath, Human Korvo looks at an unconscious Cooke and Scott and puts them on medical beds as he runs off. Human Korvo heads home on his bike.

Joan: Korey! Wait! Where are you going?

Human Korvo: Don't worry about it. I'll see you tomorrow.

Human Korvo drives off his wipes some tears in his eyes as suddenly, glowing aquamarine spots appear on his forehead. A few minutes later, Human Korvo made it the lab where uses a machine that created some sort of aquamarine pills in a tube. He puts a pill in his mouth and drinks it with water as the glowing spots disappear. Human Korvo then breaks down in tears.

Human Korvo: tearfully Can't get stressed. Can't get stressed.

Then, Korvo turns back into his Shlorpian form as he starts weeping. Then, Terry comes in and gasp upon seeing his husband crying.

Terry: Korvo? What's wrong, baby?

Korvo looks at Terry tearfully as he runs into Terry’s arms and cries into Terry’s chest.

Korvo: tearfully You won't believe the day I had at work.

Terry: Hey hey. It’s okay… what happened?

Korvo: tearfully It’s Cooke. He’s hurt. He went into the nutrient bath! He’s in a concussion along with Scott.

Terry: Oh no. That's terrible.

Korvo: weeping He got hurt Terry. And a monster was created. A werehog! He’s out there. And I-I just ran away, because of a condition I have when I was just Replicant….

Terry: Wait what? What condition?

Korvo shows Terry a glowing mark on his thin skin as he keeps weeping which made Terry concern.

Korvo: Every year my family has been blessed with something unimaginable. Something that has to be controlled or, it will cause you to lose yourself. But, I’m afraid I’m not ready to tell you…

Terry: Why honey?

Korvo: Because it's dangerous! You wouldn't love me if I told you!

Terry: gasp What? Is that what you’re afraid of? Oh Korvy…

Korvo starts weeping again.

Terry: Oh baby shh shh…

Korvo: weeping Terry, please don't leave me.

As Korvo continues crying, Terry starts whistling the song, “Beautiful” from Zac Nelson as he continues to soothe his beloved husband. Korvo then leans towards Terry’s shoulder as he smiles and feels his husband’s love. Korvo then falls asleep in Terry's arms.

Terry: Don’t worry, I don’t care what kind of condition it is. I won’t leave you Korvy. kiss Korvo on the forehead

Korvo snores peacefully. Meanwhile, Martian came by and see the chemicals as he grins evilly.

Martin: Looks like it’s time now.

Martin manage to absorbs the chemicals with the needle and injects it in him as he grins evilly and his eyes starts glowing.

Martin: heads becomes a martain’s head as he starts growing bigger and muscular and his skin turns green Oh yyyyeeeeeesssss! I feeeeeeeeellllll gooooooooooddddd!

Martin, now a hulking martian alien, laughs evilly as he heads towards town. Later, when the kids arrived home, they see Martian and went out to see what is happening on top of a building with Martian on it.

Human Yumyulack: looking up Holy geez. Who is that guy?

Cheery came and gasp.

Human Jesse: What is that?!

Cheery: No...

Sonya: Who is that guy?

Human Yumyulack: I don't know but we gotta head inside!

Martian: Citizens of Earth-4! I am Martian! I was a former scientist, who ended up being neglected and left on the shadows thanks to a local scientist named Korey Opposites! Well, those who ignore me are gonna pay! For I have become a new breed of monster! The Martian!

Martian laughs evilly as the people stood in horror.

To be continued…

Special thanks to @avaveevo for help

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justamessedupdisneyprincess · 6 months ago

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Lost in labyrinth mall! Part 2

A Barley X OC (Izzy) fanfic!

There was no getting out of it, Laurel made that abundantly clear. Barley had no choice but to go shopping for new clothes. At least things should be that much more interesting with Izzy by his side. He grabbed ahold of his phone and rang Izzy’s number.

At the time the imp was in the middle of playing a video game, when she hears her phone ring she groans at first. F**king scammers…” she mumbles, she had assumed it was just another person trying to call her to scam her. It had been happening a lot lately and it’s been driving her mad! Still, she knew she had to check and when she saw Barley’s name appear, nicknamed “🐻Barley Bear��” she instantly got all excited! Her scowl changed into a huge grin as she answered the phone. “Hey, snuggle wuggle!” She says sweetly.

Barley chuckled a bit once he heard the name she had given him. “Good evening, Princess! I hear that you’re still able to come up with new names for me?” She had dozens of nicknames for him, all with a similar theme. To many it would make them cringe but Barley finds it rather endearing how she gives him so many special titles like that. Deep down he actually likes it as well, even when he was a tiny bit flustered when it first started happening.

“Ah- sorry. Is that ok?” Izzy says nervously over the phone. She was very affectionate but was always so fearful of ever annoying anyone with her quirks and whatnot.

“Oh that is perfectly fine. I gotta hand it to you with that, you’re pretty creative with some of the nicknames you’ve given me. What was it you called me the other day? Bar kins?” Barley said in response, a slight teasing tone to his voice.

Izzy blushes and giggles shyly. “Y-yeah. I just can’t really help it I just- I really love you. That’s uh…that’s not weird right?” Izzy was an interesting person to date in this regard. She kept going back and fourth from being highly affectionate to insanely shy. The change can happen within a matter of seconds as well, but that of course all depends on how the partner responds.

Barley couldn’t help but find that endearing about her as well. He laughed a bit more as he tried to imagine how bashful she might have been in that moment. “Hahaha! Hey you know me, I love weird! And you’re the best kind of weird too!”

Being called weird was not at all uncommon for Izzy. Barley was the only one who ever used the term weird as if it had a positive meaning to it. There was a moment of miscommunication between the two before because of this. Once when Barley called Izzy weird as a term of endearment she immediately took it the wrong way. When they were able to work it out though, he made sure to try and refer to her as good weird and how he loves it so she doesn’t forget. She is unique and he loved that about her. Although he did say those words before, Izzy still had a tiny bit of trouble understanding his type of logic but she loved him regardless and their love was new. “Really?” She says with a small hopeful smile.

“Heck yeah really.” Barley replied. “Anyways…Mom has kinda been bugging me to head out and buy myself some new clothes. As an adventurous young warrior…I find that stuff totally boring. But I figured it might not be so boring if you could accompany me? Perhaps we could have a look at any other store’s you like the look of? Pick up a plushie or two?” He knew she would be happy too of course and he had no doubt that she would refuse. Izzy made for a very loyal partner as well and was always eager to accompany those she cares for.

“Yeah! I’d love to tag along.” Izzy says, she already got excited as she began to wonder what kind of treasures await her. Although while Barley’s idea of treasure was more related to the far more literal term such as ancient relics lost in the labyrinth, Izzy’s term for her was any adorable plushie or figurine she could get her hands on. She is quite the collector.

Barley grins. “Then it is a date. I’ll pick ya up at nine in the morning! That should give ya enough time to prepare yourself for our little adventure right?”

Izzy nodded her head, even though technically he wouldn’t be able to see it without FaceTime on. Her tail started to wag as well. “I’ll be ready by then, Barbar!”

The next day Barley drove in as far as he could towards Izzy’s home. It was tucked away in a dense forest so Guinevere can only go so far sadly. She had moved into a home that once belonged to a very successful warden. A warden is a type of class in quests of yore and much like every other part of the game it is historically accurate. Wardens have a special connection with animals and nature, they can tame any beast and help any plant bloom even in the harshest of environments. Their skills are beyond just having a green thumb or love for animals. Much like how Ian happened to be a wizard in modern times, Izzy happens to be a warden in modern times.

This old hideout which was once a sanctuary for magical creatures is covered in dense strangle weed that not even construction workers could tear through. The mystical vines only move and allow passage for warden’s and those who they trust. Because of this Izzy was able to move in easily and help fix the place up. She is now continuing the legacy of the warden who once lived there centuries ago, to take care of animals in need.

The strangle weeds opened up an archway that allowed Barley to enter. The place was out of control when he first got to lay his eyes into the place. But they were able to fix it up nicely. Barley was eager to help Izzy!

He looked to the stable and saw some of the wild unicorns she picked up from the streets, they were already looking much healthier. Then he looked to the coop that was full of Phoenixes who had been left behind, some flew above his head and landed onto the thick branches that covered up the skies like a giant tent made from nature. Large exotic flowers bloomed around almost every corner. It was like a piece of paradise. Back in the day it was not uncommon for warden’s to have sanctuaries like this, a warden’s nest is what they used to be called.

Barley had not even arrived at Izzy’s doorstep, she just dashed right out and ran over to him. Barley eagerly opened up his arms and scooped her up the moment she wrapped her arms around him. He lifted her into the air and twirled her around, the butterflies dance around them as they laughed. She wore a plaid blue and pink dress with a purple shirt underneath it, ribbons were on the straps of the dress that rested on her shoulders. “My little Izzy! Looking as beautiful as ever I see.” Barley says cheerfully.

Izzy had always been bashful when it came to compliments, her cheeks went rosy but she hid it by complimenting him back. “And you’re looking as adorable as ever!” She says as she squishes his cheeks.

Barley chuckled a bit and the two kissed. “So are you ready to join me on this new…not exactly so exciting quest? I’m certain your company will help make things far more interesting.”

Izzy nodded her head. “Yeah! But you know…shopping isn’t actually that boring if you look in all the right places.” Izzy says.

“True true, you might discover an old tomb that lies underneath the mall itself!” Barley said with a glimmer in his eyes, he began to walk back, still carrying Izzy.

“Well there’s that. But I am thinking more along the lines of finding cool collectables.” Izzy says with a giggle.

“As much as I would love to seek out any old relics for sale…mother will have my head if I spend my money on something other than clothing.” Barley replied.

Izzy tensed when she imagined how furious Laurel might get. She felt bad for Barley in that moment, especially knowing her family allowed her to spend the money literally however she liked…only scolding her on occasion when it came to her love of collecting many things. “I’m so sorry about that.” She says as she gently cuffed his cheek. “But y’know…maybe you can get at least one thing you like the looks of? I mean you should be able to treat yourself at least a little, she can’t really argue if it’s nothing too expensive too, right?” Izzy offered.

Barley grinned at the idea. “I like the way you think, little imp. Ooooorrrr…maybe she doesn’t even have to know about it at all.”

“I get the temptation but if you sneak too many goodies she will notice the clunkiness of the bags.” Izzy stated.

Barley sighed, she had a solid point there. Plus his mother was always clever enough to figure him out. “Yeah, you’re right. Hardly anything gets past her eyes!”

#onward #onward fanfic #barley lightfoot #onward barley #Izzy the imp #izzyley #oc x canon #Izzy sparklberry #fanfic #labyrinth mall #Disney #Pixar

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fandomlovingfreak · 3 years ago

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Welcome to Hawkins (2/?)

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

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Rating: SFW (no lemon)

Includes: Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe where Eddie & reader are around 24 (it’s still 1986 though) and Eddie isn’t from Hawkins, Fake/pretend relationship, begging to go along with a crazy plan, best friends, the proposal AU (loosely based!), best friends kissing

Word Count: 914

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Summary: When you slip up and tell your mom you'd be bringing your "serious boyfriend" home for your week-long family reunion, who else would you turn to but your best friend, Eddie?

AU that's loosely based on "the proposal" (aka I rewatched and am obsessed w Eddie Munson rn) Eddie is NOT from Hawkins in this fic!

Disclaimer: I do not own Eddie Munson or the Stranger Things universe. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: Thank you so much for the comments, likes, and reblogs! I know I’m not as exciting as the lovely people who write smut (I love them toooo) but I hope you like this story <3 (BC I really like it :))

Enjoy

"What, did you buy the outfit off the first mannequin you saw?" He walks out from his bedroom dressed in some of the clothing I'd picked up earlier at The GAP.

"No, of course not. I asked the salesperson about the newest styles and chose from there." I'd spent an embarrassing amount of time picking clothing I thought would look nice on Eddie. He had to look 'smart.' I already knew my dad would make comments about Eddie's long hair and didn't want to hear about how 'my boyfriend dressed like a hooligan' on top of that.

I walk closer to examine the outfit I'd picked out. I was right; the color looked great on him, "You should wear colors once and awhile, Eds." I grin, tugging the red button-down so it sits straight. "They suit you."

"How nice of you. This leather jacket better be worth it, (y/n)."

Electing to ignore him, I continue, "Do you like the jeans?"

"They're wranglers," his nose wrinkles like I've bought him surf shorts instead of sensible jeans.

"They're nice! All the guys are wearing them."

"Maybe all the dorks," he mutters under his breath.

I sigh, reaching behind him to straighten the shirt collar, "Will you at least try them on?"

Eddie stands perfectly still until I've completely straightened the shirt he's wearing. I look up at him, waiting for his reply to my request.

"Eddie," I say his name, "Did you hear me?"

"What?" He jerks like he's been snapped out of a daze, "Oh yeah-- I can do that."

I flop onto his shitty second-hand couch when he returns to his room. So far, I feel like this will work, and once this charade is up, we can go back to being friends. All I have to do is tell my mom two months from now that Eddie and I 'broke up' and we'd be in the clear! It really was one of the best plans I'd thrown together in desperation.

"I won't lie. I look good despite these jeans being everything I'm against," He's grinning as he walks back into the living room.

He's got another one of the shirts, a deep navy blue, tucked into the wranglers.

I beam, "See! It's not going to be that bad."

"It's not going to become my new style, but yeah, it's fine." He does a little twirl for me.

"You sure about that? You're preening pretty hard, Edward."

He frowns, "Ugh, are you going to call me that around your parents?"

I make a face of disgust back to him, "No, definitely not."

"Good, I don’t anyone’s called me Edward since I was ten,” Eddie flops down next to me on the couch, “So, I've been thinking..."

"You have?" I mock, grinning as he hits me with one of his couch pillows.

"Very funny. Anyways, I've been thinking about what we're going to be doing in... Haskins--?"

"Hawkins."

"That's what I said," he grins.

"God, I'm going to be eighty by the time you get to your point."

Eddie rolls his eyes, "Fine. Isn't it going to be weird when I go in to... to kiss you, and it's pretty clear that we've never kissed before? Like we don't know each other like that, (y/n),"

I hadn't even thought of that... He knows me too well because my face will surely show my nervousness. Drumming my fingers against the couch, I attempt to determine what to do with this realization.

After a moment of silence, I ask, "What are you suggesting?"

"Well--" Eddie's cheeks redden, "What if you let me kiss you for the first time now, so it isn't so weird later? And--" how can't he be finished? "Maybe to get used to-- kissing, we start when couples usually do. Like when you get to my place and when you leave."

I'm mad that this makes so much sense and especially mad he clearly knows I would freak out in the moment if we waited till the moment we had to kiss to make this believable.

"Okay..." I squirm against the couch.

"If you don't want to--" He starts.

"No! You're right; I'll make it weird if we don't... practice now."

"Okay--" he starts to lean closer, but I stop him with a hand against his chest.

"Can you change back into your clothing?" Anything to give myself a moment to breathe.

"No, no. You've got to get used to kissing Eddie, man who mows his own lawn. If I change back into my clothes, it'll ruin the whole effect." He cracks a smile, trying to ease some of my discomfort.

"You're ridiculous, you know?" I try hard to subdue the smile that's threatening to spread across my face.

"Just let me kiss you, (y/ln)." He chuckles, scooching over on the couch, his knee pressing against mine.

"Okay, okay--"

"Close your eyes, (y/n)," his voice deepens with the command, and I listen without a second thought.

The anticipation is going to kill me, and I'm about to tell him to get a move on it just as I feel cold fingers brush against my jaw. The kiss is so soft and tender, and over before I can register that Eddie Munson just kissed me.

My eyes flutter open when our lips separate. Eddie's face is still inches from mine, his brown eyes searching mine.

"See? That wasn't so bad." His voice is breathy, too breathy for a simple kiss. It sends electricity through my body that I don't quite understand.

That's the understatement of the century.

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mxchellesworld · 4 years ago

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Discuss!

Spencer Reid x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

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

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

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

Then a sad look came across his face.

“Spencer what’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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lulubobatea · 2 years ago

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𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡. Yuuji itadori

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛. @luvbub

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞. abshsbsjb i had lots of fun making this! This is my contribution to "it couldn't have gone worse" collab with @luvbub !<3 fr fr yuji sweet boi, so i hope you enjoy٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Part of “it couldn't have gone worst” collab.

You just stared at your friend with a dumbfounded look, just in shock before clearing your throat. "Could you repeat? didn't hear right".

"I said I set you up on a blind date!"

"Why!?"

She flinched at your tone before nervously explaining. "Well, you haven't dated anyone in years, and whenever i meet up with you, you always end up staring at couples.." you soften your eyes as she continued.

"i thought if i set you up on a date, maybe you wouldn't feel lonely. Of course you don't have to go! I can cancel it right now" she took her phone out ready to send a message.

"What's his name?"

Looking up in shock, her lips turned into a big smile. "His name is yuuji itadori!" As she continue with the details, you space out, thinking what outfit to wear or what makeup to put on.

As you leave the cafe you head home and open the closet, massaging your temples you started looking for an outfit to wear.

Time went fast and it was already 5pm. "Do i look fine?" You question. Your outfit was a simple summer dress, with peach color saddles and a bag to hold your things.

Leaving you looked at your phone, checking the time every now and then. Your meet spot was at the theaters. As you came close to the place you noticed a boy with pink hair, remembering what your friend described him as you walk to him.

"um, is your name yuuji itadori?" Looking at you he smiled brightly, "yeah! You must be (y/n) then" nodding you both entered the theater and looked through at the movies they're playing.

"wanna watch a horror movie?" he said to you. "Yeah sure, im not really scared of horror movies" oho, how wrong you were.

As you sat down and watched the movie, a woman with dark hair, and pale skin came out from a tv making you flinch. Without noticing yuuji, you felt a tap on your shoulder, making you scream and drop the soda on your dress.

"(y/n) Im sorry!! Didn't mean to scare you!" Embarrassment creeping up your face, you bolted to the bathroom.

"shit shit shit!! That was full on embarrassing.." you say trying to wash off the stain you sign as you rub your temples. "This day couldn't have gone worse..".

Exiting the restroom you see yuuji on the phone, most likely waiting for you. Seeing you approach him he put his phone away, and asked "are you okay?? I really didn't mean to scare you, you just looked uneasy" you felt your heart flutter.

He was worried for you.

"im okay, but my dress isn't. if your okay, mind if i buy a new dress?" His expression lighten up. "Sure! I was thinking of asking you after the movie if you wanted to go shopping!" Smiling you both chatted, opening the door and exiting, without looking up to see the sky was now clouded.

As you pick out a new set of clothes, you looked around to see yuuji checking out funny hat's. A chuckle left your lips before purchasing your clothes.

Yuuji soon paid for his things, and as you both left the store you suddenly felt cold and wet. Shit.

A sudden pour of rain came out of nowhere making you and yuuji get wet. Standing there dumbfounded you curse at yourself. The blind date wasn't going well, and knowing well you thought yuuji would most likely head home.

Thought.

A sudden burst of laugher was heard next to you. Yuuji was laughing? Dumbfounded you felt your hand being hold as yuuji and you started running in the pour.

As you both entered a 24 internet cafe, you still stood dumbfounded at the sudden burst and rush of running. Feeling your hand being pulled again you looked up to meet yuuji eyes.

"come on! I was able to get the couple suite they had!" Yuuji cheerfully smiled, heat rushed to your cheeks as you nodded.

As you entered the small room, yuuji spoke first, "there's showers here! you can go first!" He placed the bags down and took off the sweater.

A small smile was plastered on your lips before nodding, "okay, ill be back then" you took the bag and left.

As you stood in the shower, thoughts running in your head. 'Why is he still here? Doing it out of kindness? Maybe just doesn't leave me to be a bad person..'

Snapping out of your thoughts you turn off the water and dried up. Putting your large hoodie on, with shorts you exit and entered the small room again.

You notice yuuji scrolling through Instagram. "Im back" you spoke softly, making yuuji turn around and smile warmly. - Patting the spot next to you, you took the spot and sat. Complete silence. You were about to speak but yuuji beat you to it. "hey, i got you something!" You turn as he gifted you a box.

Opening it there was a necklace. "It looks pretty.." you smiled softly. But soon you thought back to what you were thinking.

"yuuji..why continue the date when its been ruined?" Yuuji stared blankly at you, making you regret your words. "Ah, nevermind sorry about-" but before you could even finish yuuji spoke up.

"its because i don't wanna let the date end. Yeah, it didn't start great but it was fun!" Your heart fluttered at his words. "Your a wonderful person (y/n), and if you'd like, could be have another date?" Cheeks burning up, you both blush.

Nodding you grasp his hand letting the silence take over.

The date didn't start off great. Didn't go the way it was suppose to go like. But the time you spend with him made up for it, and maybe the next date would go better.

"wanna lay down?"

"sure"

As you both lay down you stare at the ceiling.

"thank you for agreeing to go this blind date".

"im glad i didn't, if i didn't i wouldn't have met you"

"well!-we would have met someway!"

"yeah but then we wouldn't have had this blind date"

Cheeks turn red you changed the subject.

"how did you meet my friend?" - "we both have same classes! I always ask for help eheh".

As time went on, you both spend your time talking about your daily life's, not realizing that you still kept holding hands until the end of the day.

"thank you for dropping me off"

"of course! I had fun (y/n), let's have another date!" Blushing you nodded before heading in.

Closing the door shut, heat rushed throughout your body. Covering your cheeks you tried to calm yourself down.

Heart fluttering at the moments you had through the day. His hand, his laugh, his smile.

Thinking back at his words, you decided it wouldn't be bad to have another date with him. "This time, it'll go well." You promise yourself.

Bonus:

As he watches you leave to take a shower, he was left alone.

"bcjabdhsbdja!!!"

Cupping his face, he felt his face heat up. "She's too cuteee..!" His heart fluttered when he recalled the moment of him holding hands with yours.

"her hands are so small" he muttered to himself. Grabbing his bag he took out a necklace, ready to give it to her the moment she comes back.

Smiling silly he waited for your return.

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dreamylittlesugarcube · 2 years ago

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The Trench Coat

Genre: EXO AU, Baekhyun AU

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, discussion of nudity, implied smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: It’s your boyfriend’s army discharge day and you’re ready to spend the day together–that is, until your boyfriend’s friends show up unannounced for a surprise welcome party. When your boyfriend arrives, he’s got other things on his mind, mainly what you’ve got underneath that trench coat of yours!

A/N: This was a request for a Baekhyun discharge story, so I hope you like it! Please re-blog if you liked it so that others can find it easier <3

*Please note: I do not own the pictures above, so credit should be given to the original owner(s)*

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You opened the drawer, running your hands over the multi-colored garments within. It had been a long time since these particular clothing items had seen the light of day. You surveyed your options: red lace, pale pink satin, green chiffon, and purple silk. You pondered long and hard, wondering which ensemble would be most pleasing to your man– it was his welcome home party today, afterall, and you wanted to welcome him in style.

Sometime later, you stood in front of the mirror, modeling a red lace teddy and analyzing its effect. Unsatisfied, you removed it, dropping it onto the floor in frustration. Nothing seemed quite right and you had no time to go out and buy something else, with your boyfriend being due in–

You jumped at the sound of the doorbell.

You frowned, looking over at the clock. Baekhyun wasn’t supposed to arrive home for another two hours and you definitely weren’t expecting anyone. Hurrying to your closet, you threw on a tan trench coat, making sure the thick fabric covered all the important bits.

Walking barefoot to the front door, you checked the video feed, surprised to see the faces of your boyfriend’s best friends–Chanyeol, Jongdae, Minseok, Junmyeon, and Kyungsoo, and Yixing, carrying an assortment of party decorations and snacks. You had no idea what they were doing here–sure, they knew Baekhyun was coming home today, but he’d been very clear that he wanted the first night to be with you and you alone.

Chanyeol’s voice booms through the speaker: “Y/N-ah, we’re here!”

You cracked the door open part-way. “Hey, guys”, you greeted lamely. “I–uh–wasn’t expecting you…what are you doing here?”

“We’re here for the surprise welcome home party for Baekhyun, of course!” Minseok fist pumped the air, clearly jazzed for a celebration.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. At no point did you recall having a conversation about a party of any kind. “Right…the surprise party…for Baekhyun…”, you laughed nervously, struggling to play along.

Junmyeon’s smile faded. “Yeah…the one that Chanyeol asked you about last week…right?”

When you gave no response, Junmyeon looked to Chanyeol, who had suddenly gone very quiet, for an answer. “Right, Chanyeol?”

Chanyeol handed the balloons off to Minseok. “Hyung, I definitely texted Y/N about this last week,” he said, confident at first. He scrolled through his phone to locate the afore-mentioned texts. Gradually, his shoulders slumped, as he tried and failed to find what he was looking for. “Sorry,” he said, looking abashed.

“So, let me get this straight…Y/N had no idea we were coming and we just showed up here, out of the blue?” Junmyeon looked ready to give the taller, yet younger man a stern scolding.

You intervened, hoping to ward off a fight and avoid making a scene in the hallway. It’s fine–really,” you said, lying through your teeth. “I’m sure Baekhyun will be excited to see you.” You held the door open and waited as they filed through, returning Kyungsoo’s small smile of sympathy as he passed by.

~*~

You were overwhelmed. No, that was an understatement. You were really overwhelmed. What you’d hoped to be a quiet night with just you and your lover had turned into nothing short of a circus. You watched in a daze as Chanyeol hung the piñata filled with sour candies. In the kitchen, Kyungsoo grilled meats, rolled kimbaps, and seasoned side dishes. Minseok was setting up the bar area and Jongdae was getting a song playlist going. When Chanyeol started vetoing most of his song choices, Jongdae could be heard loudly exclaiming, “Ahhh waeee?!”

Looking for a bit of peace, you quietly slipped out the door. You made your way to the stairwell, still clothed only in your tan trench coat, having been unable to change due the boys’ presence in every room of your apartment. With a sigh, you plopped down on the top step. Nothing’s going according to plan, you thought miserably. You’d wanted nothing more than to have Baekhyun all to yourself, to touch him and hold him as much as you wanted. To fall asleep in his arms, his familiar scent on your pillow.

You hid your face in your lap, tears burning in your eyes and slipping traitorously down your cheeks. You didn’t want to be sad, not when the day you’d been waiting for had finally come.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, struggling to see through your tears. But, you didn’t need to see to know he was there. You’d recognize his voice anywhere. It was your Baekhyun, coming home to you at last.

Dropping his pack, he came to you immediately. “What’s the matter, baby?” He held your face in his hands and tenderly wiped the tears away.

You threw your arms around him, holding him close, remembering what it felt like to be held. More tears came and went, soaking into Baekhyun’s coat, as the events from today melded with the long, lonely nights of waiting. How long you stood there, you didn’t know–seconds, minutes, years, it didn’t matter, time stood still.

“Y/N, why were you sitting in the stairwell crying? Did something happen?” Baekhyun ran his hand rhythmically over your hair, making it hard for you to concentrate.

You hummed into his chest. “It’s a long story, Baek,” you said quietly.

“Yeah? Well, let’s go inside and you can tell me all about it.” Baekhyun bent to gather his pack in one arm, keeping the other tightly wound around you, clearly wanting as little space as possible between you. He led you out of the stairwell and down the hallway.

“Baek, before we go in, there’s something I need to–”

Before you could finish your sentence, the door opened and you and Baekhyun were pulled through. Confetti poppers exploded around you as the boys swarmed Baekhyun for hugs and enthusiastic back pats.

Looking over Jongdae’s shoulder, Baekhyun mouthed, “What?”, confusion obvious on his face.

Resigned, you simply shrugged, not wanting to ruin all the hard work the boys had put into everything. Kyungsoo offered you a drink and you accepted, noticeably parched after your waterworks episode earlier.

As the swarm thinned and the boys went to grab food or drinks, Baekhyun made his way back over to you. “So this is what you were trying to tell me about, babe?”

You nodded your head affirmatively, learning towards Baekhyun so the other boys wouldn’t hear. “Yeah, they showed up about two hours ago…unannounced,” you admitted.

“Chanyeol?” he asked, clearly understanding of the score.

“Who else?” you asked rhetorically, a small smile in your voice.

Baekhyun sighed, gathering both your hands in his. “I know this isn’t what either of us were envisioning for tonight, but soon they’ll be out of here and then it’ll just be the two of us. And then the real fun begins,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

That definitely sounded good to you.

“That coat looks kind of warm, Y/N. Do you want to take it off?” Baekhyun moved to undo the belt at your waist.

You assured him you were fine, skillfully moving out of reach before you happened to flash anyone at the party.

Undeterred, Baekhyun continued: You don’t need a coat in here, Y/N, you’ll get overheated–”

“Baekhyun, stop,” you hissed. Lowering your voice so you were sure no one would hear, you added: I’m. Not. Wearing. Any. Clothes. Under Here.”

Baekhyun’s pupils dilated and he released the breath he’d been holding in a loud whoosh. He slid his arms around your waist, pulling you close till his lips rested at your ear. “You’re naked under there?”

His voice had taken on a strained quality, spurring electrical pulses in your belly.

Baekhyun turned abruptly to address the guests in the room. “Everybody out.”

The room stopped and all eyes turned to you and him. It was Chanyeol who spoke first.

“But hyung, we planned this whole part for you, we can’t just–”

Kyungsoo grabbed Chanyeol and pulled him to the door, muttering that he should “be quiet” and “read the room”. The others took their cues, emptying the place in record time, with Junmeyon assuring you they’d be back tomorrow to clean up.

Finally alone.

Before you could blink, Baekhyun pulled you in for a mind-numbing kiss, pointedly fingering belt on your coat. “Now, let’s see the present that my baby got for me,” he whispered, a wicked smile on his face. “And look, she was so kind as to wrap it up.”

You squealed as Baekhyun hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you into the bedroom.

After depositing you on the bed, Baekhyun slowly loosened the ties at your waist, his hands shaking with anticipation after so long.

Watching as Baekhyun took in the sight of you, you were reminded of one of the most basic tenets of fashion: sometimes simple is better. And as far as this outfit went, you were very inclined to agree.

~*~

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