#and now it’s their thing to do yoga together at lunch

[sheltershock]

just thought about Milla talking to Sasha about something he likes (aliens and whatnot) and Sasha just starts hard core stimming. He's just standing there shaking violently and jazz hand-ing and smiling and he's so excited he can't stop stimming.

Also i think Sasha has very particular stims, like he'll do jazz hands, or he'll start shaking when excited (I do that) or he'll crack his knuckles or he'll shake his hands like you do when your hands are wet. he has so many stims. all of the stims. he's the stimmer of all time

he has this one stim where he'd squeeze the nearest thing to his hand.

one time that was milla's hand.

Milla still thinks about it every day it makes her very happy

I typically like aligning my headcanons with canon in some sort of way, but that’s just a personal preference. Sasha stimming headcanons actually land in this strange area for me because I don’t really bring up stimming for him specifically very often(in posts, in my personal headcanon doc, etc.), and I actually don’t see a lot of people being up stimming for him either. And I think there’s a very important reason for that: Sasha’s stims are really subtle.

Think about it. Throughout the games, Sasha is standing relatively still throughout. His arms don’t move really wildly like the “extreme high level autism” stereotype. And for a little while I thought that he just didn’t stim in the games. But I think he actually does.

In RoR he has that smiling and looking around animation. And compared to how stiff his movement typically is to how wide his upper body is moving, I think that motion could count as stimming. Plus, the context of that animation is that he’s in a really cool space-alien (imitation) aircraft and is naturally super excited about it.

I could only really think of two examples of stimming in PN2, in Loboto’s Labyrinth and in the plane on the way to the casino mission. When Raz meets up with Sasha after the construct starts to collapse he’s already lit a cigarette, and waving it around, due to the chaos. Though his tone of voice and general demeanor seems calm and collected, he’s actually internally freaking the fuck out. Everything he built for the mission is literally falling apart into a sensory nightmare of moist flesh, saliva and hardened calcium. Interesting note about this level, Sasha is for the only time in the games not wearing gloves. Later in the trap room, he’s just pacing around the exterior of the room aloof and unaware of his surroundings(“Sasha, how long as that golden door been there?”). Along with the pacing, Sasha actually repeatedly flexing his wrist while holding a cigarette appears several times throughout PN2. And that definitely feels like a stim to me.

The second example I have, in the plane on the way to the Lady Lucktopus, is also pretty subtle. It’s the animation when Sasha says “It’s crucial that we find out what these Deluginists are up to at the casino. With [Hollis] handling tactical command I’d say our probability of mission success has risen 35%.” While talking he’s fiddling with the room keys found on Nicks body, rattling it, waving it back and forth, at one point flicking it up and catch it… This is actually the first instance watching it happen where I said “this is just straight up stimming.” I mean it’s in the center of the screen and everything.

Headcanon-wise I typically follow patterns presented in canon, so stretches or walking around and repetitive wrist/hand movements. Stuff like absentmindedly clicking a pen, adjusting the cuffs on his outfit, cracking his knuckles(like you said), flicking his hand(like you said), maybe removing and putting his gloves back on again? But yeah, something in that range. I wouldn’t necessarily agree that “he’s the stimmer of all time,” I mean I frequently bounce/flex my legs and I couldn’t really see Sasha doing that.

I do think that he’d have a cute/sassy response if anyone saw him randomly just do a stim and question what the fuck was that. Like someone saying something stupid/redundant in a meeting, Sasha coincidentally flicking his hand, being prompted about it, and him just not skipping a beat going “sorry, that suggestion was so terrible I had to physically distance myself from that idea.”

I like the hand squeezing idea though! Like Sasha just grabbing something nearby to fiddle with in his hands, and accidentally grabbing Milla’s hand? That’s really cute. Them both getting flustered over it, and Sasha apologizing, Milla interrupting the apology to say that it’s alright, but then Sasha continuing to apologize anyway saying “the subconscious works in strange, unexpected ways to the waking mind,” and then Milla blushing in response. Really adorable.

Along with Sasha increasing the frequency of stims when he’s describing something he really likes to Milla. And she’s enjoying that she’s never sees him this animated before and can’t help but smile.

Thanks for the…ask? Was there a question…?

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

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Tags: jjk men as dads, tooth-rotting fluff, comfort drabbles

Synopsis: How the JJK men treat you while pregnant (spoiler warning- they dote on you.)

An: This is my formal apology for writing Nanami angst on the “Baby’s first words” post 😔 it will never happen again (can we stop with the death threats now?)

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA • NANAMI

SATORU

Oh, your loving husband is all over you while you’re pregnant. He genuinely has such a cute fascination with all the changes your body is going through. He seriously thinks you’re so strong for carrying his heir.

He loves rubbing your bump. In fact, he will always be touching it in some form or fashion while you two are together. When he’s away on missions, he has you send him pictures and updates on your pregnancy as if anything major has changed in a couple of days.

You best believe he is ready to indulge you on your every craving, no matter how strange. It’s three a.m and you’re crying because you need that specific brand of chicken wings and a can of whip cream? He’s heading to the store immediately to fetch whatever you tell him to.

He genuinely worries about being a good dad. Many nights he lays his head on your bump and talks to you about how teaching didn’t come naturally to him. He wasn’t born knowing how to meet people where they’re at. He use to expect people to be able to meet him on his level. He worries that he may inadvertently put a lot of pressure on his kid, and that’s the last thing he wants due to how he was raised. He just wants his kid to be a kid.

He’s the best, most loving and compassionate dad to your baby, more than you could ever hope for. Even if teaching didn’t come to him naturally, being a father did.

SUGURU

He’s such a “sit down and let me do it for you” while you’re pregnant. He cooks, cleans, works, and tends to you completely throughout your pregnancy.

Suguru gets hyper fixated on your health during pregnancy. He only feeds you the yummiest and healthiest foods while you’re pregnant. He encourages for you to sit on the yoga ball and do (very) light exercises. He just wants the best for you and his baby.

Whenever I said he tends to you, I genuinely mean he tends to you. He’ll gently brush your hair at night time, rub your back when your belly is becoming heavy to carry around, serve your breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, carries around emesis bags and breath mints for if you get morning sickness while you two are out.

This man is the king of enforcing your boundaries to people when they don’t listen. That really annoying family member that insists on being there for the birth even though you’ve already explained to them that you want this to be an experience for just you and Geto? Yeah, he’s made it very clear to them that they will not be at the birth if they want to be in your kid’s life.

He is absolutely not afraid to hurt feelings if it means his wife and future child are safe and cared for. He really don’t give a fuck who anyone else is. You and his child are first priority.

TOJI

Toji is definitely the type to express his love and devotion for you in other ways than the most conventional methods.

He is so incredibly gentle while you’re pregnant. He doesn’t rile you up as much or play fight with you anymore. He constantly reminds himself that you’re carrying another life inside you and that you have enough on your plate.

This man… whew does he love seeing you pregnant. Toji’s the type of man to feel so feral when he looks at you heavily pregnant with his kid.

He adores your body. He’ll rub lotion all over you and oils to help your skin accommodate to the stretch of carrying a kid. He massages your body and absolutely worships it while he’s rubbing the lotion and oil on you.

Your breasts are sore? He’ll gently massage them until they feel better. Your back hurts? He’d be the type to lift your bump up and take the weight off you for as long as you ask him to so you can feel relaxed for a few minutes.

And look this is probably TMI but like, if you got a clogged milk duct due to breastfeeding, Toji would unfortunately be the type of man to fix that issue with his mouth. i’m sorry but he would.

Final thing is, you better believe that he doesn’t allow anyone to get too close to you. He is so unbelievably protective over you while you’re pregnant. If he could, he’d lock you up at home to prevent anyone from getting close to you.

SUKUNA

On the outside, he acts very nonchalant and unbothered by your pregnancy. On the inside, he is constantly plagued by the thought that your body may not be able to carry his heir. The thought of losing you or his child haunts him.

He will secretly observe and take notes on your body and how it is changing. If he catches you expressing any sort of short windedness, he will immediately send you off to bed rest. Though, you’re usually able to convince him to take you off of it by the next day.

The only servant he trusts to tend to you is Uraume. No one else in his court is allowed to be anywhere near you unless he gives specific instructions. Still, he hates leaving you in the care of Uraume. He trusts them, but he wants to be the one to take care of you.

He loves holding your body close to him at night. All four arms are wrapped around you and holding you closely. Since he doesn’t need much sleep, he will stay awake rubbing on your tummy all night long. One time, he felt the baby moving in your stomach while you were asleep. He was so intrigued that he woke you up and told you to “make them do it again”.

Now, he will randomly approach you at any given time while you’re heavily pregnant and hold his hand out so he can feel his baby moving around inside of you. It soothes his worry.

During birth, Sukuna was a complete mess. The amount of blood lost during birth fucking terrified him. He was panicking and yelling at anyone to do something to save you, even while everyone was assuring him that you’re okay and this was natural.

After 9 long excruciating months of extreme worry and constant fear, he finally feels peace when he’s cradling a newborn in his arm and a sleeping wife in the other arm. All of his hard work to protect you paid off he thinks.

NANAMI

Oh, to be pregnant by the king of domestic love himself.

Nanami is the type of man to immediately start working on a nursery for you as soon as you reveal to him that you’re pregnant. He immediately changes the guest bedroom into a nursery that you design for your little baby.

He reads up on all the parenting books and articles. He’s constantly compiling things to either do or to not do during pregnancy and even while raising a kid.

Like Geto, he tends to your every need. He is a total house husband all while working 40 hours a week. When he’s at work, he is constantly calling and texting you to make sure that you’re okay and taking care of yourself, but let’s be fr he literally did everything for you before he even left for work (meal prepped for you, set out your clothes for you, put out all your self care items in case you want to bathe).

When you express concerns of your body getting bigger to him, he does everything in his power to show you that he loves and respects your body for creating life. He literally cherishes and worships your body for hours if you let him.

Like Toji, Nanami is protective over you. He constantly has an arm around you if you two are in public, and he watches everyone who dares to get close to you like a hawk. If he gets a bad vibe about anyone, he’s immediately stepping in front of you and taking over the conversation.

Nanami is the best partner to have during birth. His reading of articles during your pregnancy really paid off. He is supportive without being overbearing. He listens to your needs and tends to you without question. Constant praise and encouragement while you’re giving birth. The moment he gets to snuggle with you and the baby is the moment he realizes that he cultivated the life of his dreams. He has the family he always wanted.

[thehauntedetheral]

Yan Husband x Pregnant Reader ~

Requests are open!

• You and your husband has been married for 3 years and you have a happy marriage that your life couldn't get any better

• Until one day you realise your period has been late a few weeks. You take a pregnancy test and found out you guys are gonna become parents.

• You told yan about your pregnancy and now you are the happiest couple in world. You always thought yan husband is very protective? Well get ready darling because this man is gonna get double protective and stress out about every single thing till the baby is born.

• Yan Husband who hires the most famous, experienced and expensive gynecologist in city.

• Buys every pregnancy book available and remembers every single thing mentioned in it

• Food cravings? My love he would go buy anything even at middle of night. But you wanted from that specific shop? Well then he is going to make owner open the shop and make food for you at the middle of night no in between.

• Makes the most nutritious breakfast, lunch, dinner by himself. Makes you eat fruits, homemade smoothies that even professional fitness coaches plan is colourless compared to his.

• Reads so many pregnancy articles, cases and watches video. The only thing remaining now is getting a medical degree which he thinks upon to get just in case which you have to put a stop on.

• Constantly checking your blood pressure, sugar levels, pulse that he has become personal doctor of yours.

• Going with you on walks, doing yoga together.

• Buys all the baby stuff with the most safety guarantee even if the price is ridiculous. When it comes to you and baby nothing is expensive.

• Takes leave from work or work from home throughout your pregnancy. Won't let you go out of his sight.

• Won't even let you lift a finger and you are thinking about continuing job? THAT'S JUST STRAIGHT UP NO.

• Baby proofs that whole house. Always looking up at nutritious recipes for pregnant ladies on internet.

• Buys everything that he finds adorable and spending unnecessarily very high that you have to sit him down and explain the budget but still doesn't listen.

• Wants Baby to look like you because you are the most beautiful person in this world for him.

• Attends every doctor's appointment with you like a ritual and bores doctor to death with his constant questions about your pregnancy. Don't be surprised if you find him talking to doctor and asking a question at two in night.

• Talks and kisses to your baby bump everyday and mostly talk about you to baby telling how much lucky he is to have you and how much he loves you both.

• Has multiple panick attacks through out your pregnancy just thinking about you and baby's safety.

• When your water broke and the contraction begins he is just a centimetre away from having a heart attack.

• When you are under going labour threatens doctor that if anything happens to you or the baby the doctor will become a dead body.

Requests are open!

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HANAMUSA HEADCANONS

Woo! Some fun lil headcanons~

Jessie and Delia Headcanons

Delia is a morning person and was surprised to learn that Jessie was even more of a morning person than her

Jessie's a massive romantic and is usually the one to plan all their dates

Jessie and Delia enjoy doing karaoke together

After finding out Delia wanted to be model, Jessie started making a lot of new outfits for her using her years of expertise from making disguises

Jessie enjoys giving Delia makeovers and Delia loves getting them

Delia enjoys being big spoon

Delia initiated their first kiss

Jessie cuts Delia’s hair for her

Once Jessie becomes a nurse and starts going to work, Delia starts packing lunches for her every day. It’s usually way too much food

Whenever Delia’s working in the kitchen, Jessie’s always waddling right behind her. Not really being much help but Delia doesn’t mind

Jessie's not great at cooking but makes an effort to make food for Delia when she notices Delia's tired. It's usually bad but Delia appreciates the thought

Delia is incredibly fond of Jessie’s Pokémon, Wobbuffet and Gourgeist in particular 

Delia is terrified of snake Pokémon

Delia never really drank before meeting Jessie but now they have wine nights together. They usually end with Jessie passed out in Delia’s lap

When Delia gets really drunk, she gets REALLY affectionate and grabby

Delia can't swim and it's her secret shame

Professor Oak is very cordial with Jessie but also wary of her. He mostly wants to make sure Delia is taken care of and won't get her heart broken

Pikachu comes around to Jessie rather quickly after realizing she’s not really a threat and finding out how good at head scratches she is (she has nice long nails)

Mimey takes the longest to come around to Jessie 

Jessie calls Delia “my Deerling” and Delia calls Jessie "Smoochum"

Delia loves when Jessie gives her kisses on the forehead

Delia is a huge Jessilina fan. Jessie reveals that she is Jessilina but Delia doesn’t believe her at first

Jessie and Delia do a lot of movie nights together. Jessie loves sobbing at romcoms and Delia likes really fucked up horror movies for some reason (Jessie’s terrified of them but doesn’t want Delia to think she’s a coward)

Jessie likes to randomly scoop Delia up and carry her around the house

Delia picked up a habit of talking to herself prior to Jessie moving in. It frequently catches Jessie off guard

Jessie gets irritated when people flirt with Delia. Mostly because that's her girl but also because she's mad they weren't flirting with her, herself.

Delia tends to keep a lot of her negative feelings to herself but after meeting Jessie and seeing how unapologetically expressive she is, she starts letting her guard down a bit. She rants about rude customers and Jessie could listen to her all day

Because she lived alone for so long, Delia sometimes needs her space. Jessie’s still getting used to this (as someone who hates being alone)

Delia is very particular about how chores are done as well as how things are organized in her house

Prior to getting her own job, Jessie would just do chores then sit around at the Ketchum house waiting for Delia to come home. She’s very bad at entertaining herself

Jessie puts on a healthy amount of relationship weight over time. Long gone are the days of Jessie eating snow (out of necessity) and starving

Jessie still likes snowgasboard as a treat

Delia and Jessie both have abandonment issues and require a lot of reassurance from one another

Delia's not super strong but she starts working out in order to one day carry Jessie on their wedding day

Jessie, who is used to being on the run, gets antsy from staying home more frequently. She takes up a lot of yoga and running. Delia joins sometimes.

Ash Headcanons

When Ash first found out that his mom was dating Jessie, he was, justifiably, suspicious of her.

Early on Ash would secretly prank Jessie in hopes that it'd make her leave

Jessie and Ash slowly bond through Pokémon battles as well as sharing Pokémon facts with each other

Ash never calls Jessie “mom” and she’s very okay with that. He does however call her “dad” to piss her off

Jessie calls Ash “champ” in retaliation

Jessie's been quietly invested in Ash's love life, having seen him travel with so many people and witnessing all the crushes people have had on him.

James Headcanons

James is aroace and happy not being in a relationship

Now that he's settled down in Pallet, James spends a lot of his time indulging in his many hobbies (bottle cap/Pokéball collecting, gardening, building miniature models of various things, raising and training Pokémon, etc.)

Because Jessie kept passing out at wine nights, Delia started inviting James to them and it's now become more of their thing

James started off as just a waiter at Delia's restaurant but Delia found out he was great at cooking so they exchange roles sometimes

Jessie frequently goes to him for advice on how to impress Delia and be a better person for her. He's the nicest person she knows.

Jessie is still pretty affectionate and close with James and he gets freaked out about it, thinking Delia would have a problem with it (she does not)

James and Ash really get along. Even early on when he was still getting used to Jessie being around the house, he'd confide in James (and James, like a secret helper, would help Jessie out by letting her know Ash's needs)

Meowth Headcanons

Meowth took getting fired from Team Rocket the hardest

Delia and Professor Oak filled the Giovanni shaped hole in his heart

Oak had a really hard time trusting Meowth at first and whenever he translated anything from the Pokémon, Oak wasn't sure whether to believe him or not

After some time working at Oak's lab, Oak gave Meowth a pet on the head after he did a good job and it altered his brain chemistry forever

Meowth had a hard time making friends with Ash's Pokémon at Oak's lab (obviously) but Infernape, right away was happy to have him around. He helped all the Pokémon come around and get to know Meowth

Meowth was the first one to pick up on Jessie's crush on Delia. Unlike James, he didn't get too involved, worried that Jessie dating Delia then potentially blowing it might ruin a good thing (his views on love are a bit jaded after his experiences)

Meowth is now very supportive of Jessie and Delia, and is happy that one of his best friends found love

Other Headcanons

Professor Oak is very cordial with Jessie but also wary of her. He mostly wants to make sure Delia is taken care of and won't get her heart broken

Pikachu comes around to Jessie rather quickly after realizing she’s not really a threat and finding out how good at head scratches she is (she has nice long nails)

Mimey takes the longest to come around to Jessie. Jessie's asked Meowth to help her figure out what Mimey's deal is but Meowth is also scared to talk to Mimey.

Seviper desperately longs for Delia's love and attention but she's too scared of it. She eventually gets to the point where she can pet it with no issues as long as Jessie is also in the room

Early on, Delia's customers start to pick up on the fact that Delia was happier. They assumed she'd finally found a new boyfriend but they were very surprised to find out she was dating a bombshell of a woman

The people of Pallet were initially a bit scared of Jessie. Not a lot of women there look quite like her. She has an intimidating aura but over time find that she's quite pleasant, especially when she's with Delia

General Team Rocket Heacanons!

[auspicioustidings]

Devil's Trumpet

AKA the Appalachian horror brain worms would not leave me alone

Summary: You move to small town West Virginia to get your head on straight but the men in the woods start unravelling you instead.

Words: 3.5k

CWs: mild horror, vague reference to mental illness

This is best read while listening to some Southern gothic tunes 🎶 I suggest Big Dark Love by Murder by Death!

Colour leeched out of the world here. There is something almost comforting about that, something familiar. Familiar too is the way this town moves like syrup too thick to be pleasant in your mouth. It was how you moved though the world once. Not anymore though, no, now your mind is your own and not an invading force. Now you can appreciate the drab slowness as something external to yourself, just an environment around you and not a prison closing in inside your head.

There wasn’t much of a plan really. A will reading that left you with not a lot, but enough to get the hell out. Signing with a fountain pen that made your skin crawl with how it scratched. A stiff drink and a dart thrown at a map and tearing a ragged hole in the Greenbrier River as the sharp point didn’t quite sink far enough into the board and tore its way through the paper on the way down. You were never any good at darts.

You aren’t putting down roots. Those were for old growth, not for hardy weeds that broke through concrete and always found another crack through which to grow when killed. Nothing that felt too much like a home, so instead a room at the only inn.

This town is too small to warrant one, but it doubles as a watering hole come evening. It doesn’t seem to have been updated in an age, you wonder idly if the plaque upkept to a gleaming shine declaring the inn to have been opened in 1824 is somehow conveying pride at the fact. The peeling wallpaper in your room was probably pretty once, but the green now seems sick with age and the delicate floral pattern has started to wilt.

There is no routine to your days here until one slowly creeps in as it always does.

Breakfast first. You don’t know if it’s something in the air here, but you wake up with a bitter taste in your mouth and are eager to drown it in food and mint toothpaste. The inn has a small kitchenette for guest use and you make yourself toast with butter and strawberry jam. It’s a little too sweet but the tea helps, black with no sugar.

You stretch out the back of the inn and enjoy the view of the woods. You don’t call it yoga because it makes you less likely to do it, but you had learned when things were bad that quietly engaging your body in the morning was a good way to quiet your mind. There’s a little tension in the back of your neck you try to work out but it sticks there until you finish up and go back inside to shower. The hot water fixes it you think.

The first few weeks here you just sit and watch the world go by, but then you one day you decide to get up and spend some time wandering the town. It’s small, decrepit. There is the inn, a few sparse houses, one general store. The library, despite being the only venue with any chance of entertainment, is usually empty. You meet Mrs Lela Kaletaws who runs it, although she isn’t always around.

Roads here are barely holding together, but the one main road that runs out of town is at least in somewhat better condition. It runs parallel with the woods at one point, curving off just past old Mr Kleer's house. The man in question usually sits on his porch but he’s friendly enough so you don’t pay much mind to the gun.

After you’ve wandered town you make sandwiches for lunch. It isn’t much exciting, but it is routine and is filling enough that you bunker down for a nap after.

In the afternoon you go for a long walk before returning to the inn for dinner. There is a bar downstairs that opens in the evenings and serves food that while not a delicacy by any means is hot and filling. You retire to your room, read some of your book and go to sleep.

It continues that way. Breakfast, stretch, shower, wander, lunch, sleep, walk, dinner, read, sleep.

At first you only really skirt the edge of the woods, but with each passing dreary day you venture closer to the depths down the packed dirt path. The path through the woods is confusing and unmarked. Where you swore just yesterday it went to the right, today it goes to the left. Even so it must be your sense of direction, because the path always leads you past the jimsonweeds that come up to you chest before spitting you out on the road that leads to old Mr Kleer's house. The flowers are beautiful, but there is some metallic tang to their otherwise sweet scent that causes your teeth to ache.

—

More comfortable with the area now, it causes a fright when you see a man in the woods just in the corner of your eye only to snap your head around and have him vanish. You force calming breathes and keep walking. There is no such thing as ghosts in these woods.

Old man Axell calls to you from his porch as you pass, rifle butt settled on the rickety wood that you worry will collapse and left leg stretched straight out towards you like reaching for something.

“Seeing things in the woods kid?”

“I look spooked sir?”

“Like you’ve seen a Ghost I reckon.”

You give a shaky laugh at that.

“Only if ghosts come in flesh and blood and quick feet. Some man gave me a fright is all.”

“Must be out of towners” Axell says.

You do not like the way he says it. You do not like that he looks at you strangely. But you smile and nod and get on your way. He is only an old man.

—

There is someone in the woods. You feel his gaze on you, feel the dull prickle that rests on your nape from those eyes.

“We really must stop meeting like this” you say.

You have stopped trying to catch him. Now you only speak, eyes set on the dirt path in front of you. You do not think you will get a reply and when you do you shudder horribly at how much closer the voice is than you had anticipated.

“Don’t enjoy the company?”

He’s English and you frown. Out of towner. The old man must know something, but maybe you cannot begrudge him having fun at your expense. You have not made friends here.

“Enjoy company where I can see it if it’s all the same to you.”

The man laughs. It is a confusing laugh, warm and cold all at once as it bounces through the trees.

“Careful what you wish for.”

You resist the urge to turn even as his voice moves strangely, like he is swaying from one side of the path to the other.

“Must have a face like sin to keep hiding away” you say.

The next words you can feel. His breath is right at your cheek, a strand of your hair lifted by his fingers.

“Quite the opposite.”

Your heart is a prey animal running from a predator, beating wildly against your ribs as you turn to find he isn’t there. Only you certainly felt him. He leaves a sweet smell behind.

—

Sleep does not come easily that night. The rain against your window casts the moonlight strangely into your room. You spend hours watching as the creeping vines on the wallpaper seem to twist and shift beneath the moon flowers. When you finally fall asleep, it is almost as if you can smell them. Sweet and slightly metallic.

You wake up with the fading scent of damp earth and something on the edge of rot in your nose and the feel of dirt packed uncomfortably under your nails. They’re clean you find, but you spend the start of the morning cutting them down once you see the fading scratches left on your arms and legs through the night.

—

He is not the only stranger in the woods. You swore you would not go back, but routine takes you there without thought.

The Scottish man likes to walk on your right hand side, just enough steps behind you that you can only see him at the very side of your vision. You think he is handsome, but it is difficult to be sure. What you can be sure of is that he is dressed oddly. You have spoken to him for a while now, discussing yourself mostly. Perhaps it is the eerie quiet of the woods that makes you want to fill the dead space, but you tell him more about yourself than you ever would have thought yourself comfortable with.

“Are you a soldier then?” you ask.

���Sometimes, I think.”

You take a moment to chew that answer, wonder at the taste of it. There is a panic when you smell blood on the air, but it is quickly blanketed by sweetness. You have reached the jimsonweeds. It is too early, you have not walked far enough to be here already. But before you can protest the steps to your right stop and you know the man is gone.

None of them ever come farther than this.

—

You try the next day and the next to get answers from him. He seems to make a decision at one point just as the familiar smell reaches you and you think you will leave with no more information than you had before.

“I’m SAS.”

He is not there when you turn to thank him. He is not there at all when you return the next day.

—

The library run by Mrs Kaletaws is added to your routine. Breakfast, stretch, shower, library, lunch, try to sleep, walk, dinner, read, try to sleep. The small building has the peculiar addition of a cat you never quite see. You hear the skitter of claws on worn wood floor that has started to smell of sickly sweet rot, see fading scratches on the legs and arms of the chair, find hairs on your clothing, feel the prickle of eyes focused on you from the dark running up your spine to settle dully on the back of your neck. You have tried before to get a glimpse of the creature, but it only seems to exist in the very corner of your eye and retreats when your gaze tries to creep around to catch it.

Lela never talks about the cat. She told you once that it is only her and her wife that live in the basement below the library. You have never seen her wife and fear she must have some permanent sickness that stops her from being able to do much. You think they should move above ground so she can at least see the world through the windows obscured by racing raindrops, but you keep it to yourself.

The one computer here is old, the white plastic exterior now yellowed. Still, it is the only gateway to the outside world in this little town and you blow at your tea while waiting for your search results. ‘SAS military bases in West Virginia’ is a shot in the dark, but you need to start somewhere. After a sip you dump more sugar into your cup before looking at your finally loaded results.

There are none. No British military installations at all in the USA. You had hoped at least the results would bring up something about training exercises but it is just pages of useless information about bases around the world. You read about the SAS, fall down a rabbit hole of how they torture their soldiers to train them to withstand it. You go through pages and pages of search results until finally one talks about SAS soldiers in this area.

The link takes you to a dusty website that stopped being updated sometime in the late 90s. It’s some sort of conspiracy blog and you are prepared to close it, but you can’t help but get lost in the story it tells.

The details are unclear which you suppose is the hallmark of any good conspiracy. 40 years ago. There was a team of two, or maybe four or maybe seven. They set up just outside the woods with little to no explanation. There’s an interview from a local, not a name you recognise so one you think is likely long dead. She says two of the soldiers went into the woods first. She remembers something bad must have happened, because there was an argument between the five left outside. Nobody was allowed close, but she watched two more men go into the woods. After that the operation seemed to vanish entirely overnight and nobody heard anything more about it.

Whoever authored the blog has a gift with words because despite your logical mind knowing it was probably nothing but a random training exercise, the hairs on the back of your neck raise.

There is a photo of the alleged unit at the end loading slowly. You stare in fascination as line by line appears from the top. The world stops before it fully loads. At first you are confused as to why your whole body is tense, why your heart is racing. And then you figure it out. Silence. Complete and all together sudden silence. No rain hitting the windows, no scratching of the cat echoing, not even the whir of the computer.

You do not want to look away from the screen. You do not want to turn around. The prickle on your neck goes from dull to sharp.

The computer powers down.

—

He says to call him John. This man does not walk to your right like the Scottish one, or behind you like the first one you met. He walks in front of you. You can see the full expanse of his back clad in a vest. He wears a hat. He only ever turns slightly, enough to see that he has sideburns but never enough to see his face.

You are so enraptured by being able to see so much of him so clearly that it takes you a while to notice there is someone on your left. A few steps behind like the Scottish one does on your right. It takes you by surprise enough that you are about to forget the unspoken rules and turn, but John predicts your move.

“Eyes forward.”

“Sorry” you say automatically, fixing you eyes to his back and letting the other man stay as the impression of a creature just in sight of your left eye.

“They’re pretty, Captain.”

“I’m aware.”

It should not make you blush but somehow it does.

“What’s you name?” you ask.

There is no way to direct it specifically to the man on your left, so you simple direct it to the back of John and hope that the trees will send it where it needs to go.

“Captain?” the man asks, not for permission but as if genuinely unsure of the answer.

“Kyle, your name’s Kyle.”

“Right. Kyle.”

You catch the movement of him touching his chest, maybe rubbing at a name tag there but you can’t be sure.

“You can call me Gaz if you like.”

John and Gaz are your company for weeks. Whenever you ask after the other two, the air turns sweet and bloody and you are left alone among the jimsonweeds.

—

“Got intae trouble for ye.”

You’re not sure where you are but you recognise the voice. Is he in your room?

“We both did. Curiosity would’ve killed you little kitten,” comes the other voice from the first man in the woods somewhere behind you.

You hazily look down at yourself. You are not in the bed at the inn, you are in another bed laid on your back. You feel your legs brush against one another, not clad in the flannel you remembered wearing. Silk, you are wearing silk. Delicate against your skin, not much of it. Were you wearing perfume? Something smells sweet.

As you stare at the bare expanse of your leg a hand sinks into your thigh, squeezes.

“Fuck LT, so soft. Fingers just sink right in.”

You fight the urge to look to the right where the hand is coming from. You can’t look, some primal part of your brain knows you cannot look.

“Stay away from the woods” the man behind you whispers into your ear like a caress as his hands settle gently around your neck.

You do not feel the snap of bone, but you hear it. You taste the blood in your mouth.

You do not manage to fall back asleep when you wake.

—

Breakfast, library, try to sleep, don’t go into the woods, dinner, try to sleep, stare at the wallpaper, try to sleep.

—

You overhear Axell and Lela once. You think they are talking about you.

“You think we’re doing the right thing?” Axell asks.

“I don’t think there is a right thing anymore.”

“It’s been a long time now. Maybe we should let them go.”

“You think we could?”

There is a silence. Neither of them thinks so. Paranoia settles over you that you haven’t felt since back when things got bad. It’s like an old vice settling into your bones, or maybe seeping out of them as if it never truly left. You cannot go back to that place again so you take some aspirin for the rhythmic pulsing behind your eyes and the dull prickle at the back of your neck and resolve to put any thoughts of conspiracy out of your mind. Lela and Axell are simply old, there is not something they know that you do not.

—

You do not mean to walk into the woods again. The man behind you is back. He feels different somehow.

“I could eat you right up” he says against your neck.

Old Mr Kleer sees the bloodied bite at your throat and says nothing as you walk by.

—

You book a bus ticket. It feels too much like there are tendrils growing from you to burrow into the ground, to fix you here. If you don’t rip them out now, it is only a matter of time until the roots are so deep you won’t be strong enough to move. You aren’t eating properly, you’ve hardly slept and when you do you wake up with a bitter taste in your mouth and covered in scratches. There is still the shape of a bite on your throat and the B&B owners in Pennsylvania look at you with pity as you check in.

The building is charming and fairly new. You stare at the neutral pink wallpaper. One corner of it has lifted ever so slightly. You fall asleep staring at the peek of green underneath.

—

It doesn’t rain as much here, the sun is out and everything seems more colourful. Weeks pass in a haze and you slowly emerge again, eating properly, sleeping through the night. The town on the Greenbrier starts to fade to an unpleasant dream.

—

There is something comforting about the old man who comes to stay and sits by you for breakfast in the mornings. He has the remnants of a Russian accent and laughs frequently and easily. The stories he tells are fantastical, but he’s non-committal about his visit to small town Pennsylvania although he at least tells you that he likes the nature around here. He whispers that his legs aren’t up for much walking anymore, so he has to take the easy paths through small patches of nature.

It takes a week or so more to work up the courage to accompany him on a walk. It seems silly, but the woods make you feel afraid. Maybe a short walk through the small area he spoke of will help you get beyond it. You rub at your neck, feeling the marks faded but still there.

—

He notices your discomfort and tries to ease it with his stories as you walk the dirt path.

“It’s the most important thing I’ve learned you know” he says, the aching grief in his voice causing you pause, “you cannot leave friends behind.”

You turn to him, intending to ask how much longer the path leads since it is getting dark now. He is not there.

“Nik?” you ask, calm at first but increasingly more frantic.

That old familiar dull prickle settles on the back of your neck as you run back down the way you came to get out of the woods. Drooping tree limbs get in your way and you push through, ignoring the scratches. As darkness falls you slow to a walk, unable to see anything in front of you. You catch the smell the sweetness of the jimsonweeds. You can smell blood.

Foot steps that are not your own surround you. A set in front of you. One behind. To the left and to the right.

“Welcome home.”

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels perfect winter morning: a guide . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

hi angels! this winter i want to perfect my morning routine. i struggle alot with sleep and energy levels, especially during the first few weeks of winter so this guide is a perfect way for me to ensure i have enough energy to get on with a busy and full day and achieve all my goals! while i cant do all of this every day what i try to do is pick a few things to prioritise daily. i hope you enjoy this and find some good routine inspo! especially if you struggle a bit with slumps during the colder months. enjoy.

school/work days - 20 step routine . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wake up at 6:30 - 70:00.

open curtains and window (if not raining), let air circulate.

do a quick five or ten minute yoga/stretch routine while you watch the sunrise.

make bed (studies suggest its better to let your bed freshen with the sheets unmade first thing to stop the growth of certain bacteria etc).

dress.

clean teeth and floss.

drink glass of lemon water and salt (for natural electrolytes).

start packing lunch or snacks needed for the day.

make a cup of tea (my favourites are chai, green tea or matcha).

make breakfast (my go tos at the moment are turkey bacon and scrambled eggs, sautéed apple and yogurt or a porridge/oatmeal bowl).

clean teeth and mouthwash.

do am skincare.

style hair and jewellery.

make sure bag is fully packed.

journal for a few minutes and plan day.

read or listen to a podcast.

ensure all school work is up together/everything prepared for work.

fill up water bottle for the day.

set up room for when home, leave a cute lamp on, make sure your desk is tidy, lay out evening clothes etc.

put on motivational/winter playlist!

weekends - 20 steps . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wake up at 8 - 8:30.

open curtains and window.

ten minute yoga/stretch routine.

tidy room and make bed.

get dressed in workout clothes.

do a five minute oil pull then clean teeth.

drink glass of lemon water with salt.

make breakfast and a tea (i normally put mine in a travel mug).

fill up water bottle.

clean teeth and am skincare.

if weather nice go on a little morning walk (half an hour to forty minutes).

journal and light a candle, plan day.

workout (i aim to workout for an hour to an hour and a half now weekends).

have a shower.

body lotions/moisturiser.

file nails.

start any work/projects needed, aim to get all finished by end of morning.

during breaks read or listen to podcast.

start weekend clean of room, change bedsheets, clean surfaces etc.

spend time with family or friends!

i want my winter mornings to be slow and mindful, focused on caring for my body and mind and doing what i can to make this time of the year easier and gentle on every part of me! there are lots of complexities within these routines so consider this a fairly basic, un-detailed guide. i might try to make a guide for any changes i make during the winter/as it gets colder if that would interest you angels? thank you for reading and have a great start to winter!

love, m.

[everythingne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ one and two, chapter two (ls2)

Forced to move in together, you and Logan slowly fall into an easy routine. It's not hard to act like you love someone when you do, even if they don't believe it, but you'll show him.

logan sargeant x first daughter!reader // fc: yasmin barbieri

warnings/notes: a bit of low self esteem at the end, drinking and cursing, i tried to keep this as fluffy as possible. sorry for the long wait, i made this pretty long to make up for that <3

previous / next (https://www.tumblr.com/everythingne/756176337028464640/one-and-two-ch-3-drafting)

Apparently, according to your father, the best thing for you and Logan would be to move in together. Which... isn't a terrible thought process if you are in an arranged marriage, but you'd met Logan less than a week ago and now half of your stuff was being shipped overseas without as much as a question.

It felt... weirdly demeaning.

Despite the tension raising with your father, living with Logan is quite easy. He's late to bed, an early riser, your seperate rooms down the hall give you both space that's your own while leaving the kitchen and living room for moments where its okay to be together.

Plus, it makes it easier for you to fix your sleep schedule. The difference between London and Washington, d.c. isn’t that big, but it still throws you off for a few weeks.

And because of that, you don’t travel with Logan until the Spanish GP.

By then you’ve settled into life in London and planned your fashion shows and such around his schedule because it was more concrete than any schedule you'd make yourself.

Life in London was wonderful to you, because you able to keep a lower profile than in the states. It was nice to be able to take yourself out for coffee, or to go to your cycling class, or yoga, or pilates—or whatever you’re feeling, without too many cameras.

And you settle into life with Logan quickly.

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ynfdotus: cannot believe i let a blonde guy convince me to move from the heart of the states to a bit outside london 🩵

potus: big adventures await!

user1: shut UPPPP THIS IS SO CUTE??

user2: nah bc who convinced her.

lilymhe: yayy!!!! ur so close now!!!!! girls day.

⤷ yn.fdotus: only if @ lilyzneimer joins this time

⤷ lilyzneimer: oh babes im down 🩷

user3: wasn't she at the williams paddock for miami.... and her hug with logan after the race?? ive connected the dots.

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⤷ user3: i connected them !!

"I'm home!" Logan shouts down the hall of the flat as the door clicks shut behind him, his hand automatically reaching to lock it. You call back a greeting as you check over his meal plan notes once more to ensure you've cooked the food correctly before turning back to look at him as you turn off the burner you're using.

"You had lunch today right?" He asks as he comes around the corner and you nod softly, standing on your toes to grab some dishes out of the top of the cabinet. When your fingers miss the edge of the bowl, Logan's hand comes to your back to keep you still while he reaches up and grabs them for you, before settling them in your hands and kissing your cheek. And eyeing the dinner you're making with a bit of curiosity over your shoulder.

The quick kisses were another thing to help settle into the way you had to act for media. But honestly, they ended up being more of a habit now. But Logan would kiss anywhere but your lips, which sucked, because kissing Logan was like being shocked with electricity. It made you blush, it made your heart stutter, all you wanted was to be with him.

Logan moves back to the counter as you set down the dishes by the stove, and you turn fully to actually take him in now. He's in a hoodie and jeans, having changed after going to the gym, and you smile at him when your eyes meet, then you gasp.

"Oh! Flowers!" You exclaim as he sets down a few bags of groceries and other items you'd asked him to go run out to grab.

"I bought them for you." He smiles, genuinely real, crinkling at the corners of his eyes as you turn around to grab a spoon to get a little bit of the dish for Logan to taste before you plated it.

"Oh, what's the occasion?" You ask as you hold the spoon out to him, and he happily bites the salmon off the spoon with a content hum.

He raises his hand to his mouth and says, "There has to be an occasion? I just noticed the other flowers you have in the house are dying and these were pretty. Also, you cook this shit way better than I ever could."

You laugh out a thank you, and agree the flowers were dying as you turn to plate the food. Logan makes himself busy swapping out the flowers and getting all your little mood lights up so he doesn't have to turn the big light on when the sun finally sets. The big bay windows of your apartment letting in the last fleeting rays of golden sun, and he stands behind you for a moment to admire the way it curls on your skin.

"Hey, after dinner..." You turn, making eye contact with him and pausing at the way the golden glow lights up his eyes. The two of you just pause, sort of staring and taking in the moment before you clear your throat and you somehow manage to pull your eyes away to go set down the food.

"After dinner?" He prompts softly and you turn over your shoulder as he brushes behind you, one hand gently sliding across your back so you know he's there.

"Do you wanna walk to get ice cream? This little gelato place opened around the corner." You say softly, blinking at him with a sort of... awestruck, love filled expression. It makes his cheeks warm as he leans down to press a kiss to your hairline.

"Sure, just don't tell anyone I'm going off my meal plan."

You chuckle softly, moving to sit down next to him at the table, facing the window so you can watch the city around you moving around. Lights flickering on as the night closes in, the silence of the apartment is very soft and welcoming. Dinner is finished pretty quickly and soon you find yourself tugging on a hoodie while Logan finishes up the dishes, and then you both head out.

Walking down the busy but slightly quieter London streets, you wander towards the roadside to look at a flyer. Logan watches as you return to his side, and after a moment of walking on his left, you feel his hand gently take your wrist and bring you to the inside of the sidewalk.

You watch his face soften a little as he takes your hand in his and at a crosswalk, pops a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

And in the moment, you forget all about the gelato, all about London, all about the world around you. In the moment, it's just the warmth of his hands against yours.

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yn.fdotus: got to teach a wonderful group of sustainable fashion designers at @ cambridgeuniversity this morning. while I'm hitching a train ride to barcelona, i'm full of love for all the creatives.

my next teaching event will land me back in the states at @ SCADFASH in savannah during september ! you can book tickets at: scad.edu/yn.fdotus.visit !s

cambridgeuniversity: it was wonderful having you! see you soon!

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logansargeant: see u soon miss america :)

⤷ yn.fdotus: you too, captain america 🩵

⤷ user2: SHUT UPPPP????

Coming into the garage, you can feel the tension across the entire building. You glance to your side, taking in Logan's half the garage, before passing over with no hesitance. Dipping through some of the larger groups of workers, you find solace in the drivers rooms. Knocking twice, you hear Logan call for you to come in, and you pop open the door before shutting it behind you.

"Hey." You breathe softly and Logan smiles as he tugs his sleeves on, coming over to press a kiss to your cheek, "good luck out there."

After a few disappointing races, you knew Logan wanted nothing more than to finally smoke out his competition. And he'd been qualifying better and better, but was having an almost George Russel level weekend luck. You figured he might be the next Mr. Saturday.

You'd missed the past two days, busy with your own work, and you note how Logan is clearly at much more ease now that you're by his side.

"Thanks, baby." He murmurs softly, pulling you into a tight hug. You reciprocate without hesitance, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you do. But theres something stiff that makes you step back, taking his head in your hands and pressing your foreheads together.

"What's a matter?" You hum, rubbing your thumbs under his eyes and hoping and he'll tell you whats up with him. Finally, he sighs and crumbles into your hold.

"I didn't tell you on the phone," Logan murmurs, closing his eyes as he leans into your touch, "I was having steering issues yesterday, they haven't been able to figure out the source of it."

You hum softly, leaning down to peck his nose before settling your foreheads together again, "how bad was it?"

"Not the worst I've dealt with, just some understeering."

"I don't know much about these cars, only what you've babbled at me before," You start with, earning a curious look from Logan as he opens his eyes, "but could it have something to do with your like... what is it, downforce? Isn't understeer or whatever affected by that? Like DRS?"

Logan blinks, then gasps, capturing your lips quickly before whispering, "you're a genius, I didn't even think of that."

And he drags you with him into the garage as he goes to ask about a million questions about his car, you're just happy to tag along with a bounce to your step and your hands intertwined. Alex and Lily are also in the main garage area, making some sort of Tik Tok together, and you suction to Logan's side as he speaks with his engineers.

The answer ends up being something with--not the rear wing but the front wing, or at least they find another issue that might kinda fix the steering issues with some shit like downforce or something... so you count it as a success.

Logan happily pops a kiss to your cheek in thanks as his head engineer gives you a fist bump for thinking of something they'd overlooked, you say its a lot like fashion, how one wrong stitch can ruin a whole dress.

Alex goes on to call you Elle Woods, and you feel like a nickname is cementing in Williams.

Logan goes on to place P6, his highest ranking of the season, which you determine calls for getting absolutely fucked up at the club. Your plan is surprisingly well accepted by the team, and you rent out a little back private room of some club blasting songs from any and everywhere as you drag Lily with you onto the dancefloor.

You're not sure how long you're out there before Logan and Alex are pulling you both back to reality, settling you at the back corner of the bar where you can watch Lando and Oscar betting over something Max and Charles are doing a few feet away. George trying to get Alex to try some sort of liquor, and Fernando chipping in a few bucks to the bet that Alex will like it.

"How much water have you both had?" Logan asks, a beer in hand as he leans on the bar behind you.

"I had two glasses, I think?" Lily says, "I can feel I need more though."

"I'll need more water." You smile, trying to hide the fact you don't remember if you've had water at all tonight. Logan nods, and whisks off to where Yuki has flagged a bartender down.

"You two are so cute." Lily gushes once Logan's out of earshot. Alex coming to stand beside her as he now nurses whatever liquor George was trying to get him to try in an Old Fashioned glass.

"I would've never expected the First Daughter to be dating a dude from Florida." Alex deadpans, offering Lily a sip of his drink, and she's also surprised by how good the drink is.

You laugh softly, tequila on your tongue letting the truth slip, "It's a Public Relations thing."

"What?!" Alex gasps and Lily nearly spits out her second sip of Alex's drink.

"Wait, seriously?!" Lily echoes, "But how? You two are so perfect!"

"And Logan's a shit actor." Alex adds with a tiny laugh. You feel an arm slide around you, and peek to see Logan as he hands Lily a water bottle, and then hands you one as well.

"Well," Logan chimes, "It's more of a like... arranged marriage kinda deal, rather than PR."

"You got in an arranged marriage? What, are you mormon?!"

"Mormon's don't do arranged marriages actually." You hum into your bottle before taking a sip, "And it's because of my father. He thinks, because my brother was a big party guy in his mid-twenties, that I'm gonna be the same way. Which is stupid, because yeah, I'll go and get drunk, but I won't blackout and flirt with a professor."

"Did your brother do that?" Lily snorts as you nod with a loud sigh, leaning into Logan.

"So, we're arranged." You shrug, "Doesn't mean I can't still like the guy. My parents were arranged too, and they literally are sickeningly in love with each other."

"Can vouch for that." Logan laughs softly as you smile up at him and take another big gulp of your water bottle. With Alex and Lily now in on the secret, you feel a bit more at ease, not having to play anything up as much with them.

But the night drags on far longer than it should, with Logan's arm around your shoulders between the hours when the clubgets too busy to really move.

The drivers all plan their escapes around three in the morning, and it's sobering for you to have to literally lean on Logan so you don't fall and die in the halls as you make it back to your hotel room.

"Christ. I didn't know you were worse of a lightweight than me." Logan hoists you up, one arm secure around your waist so you stay cemented to his side as he fiddles with the key to unlock the door. As you both get in, he helps you settle on the bed, taking off your heels for you and letting you curl up in one of the throe blankets you'd brought. He stands, moving back from you to the dresser with a soft yawn.

"Lo, baby," You hum softly and he turns, nodding as you reach out to him.

"It's okay, darling," He says softly, moving back over to kiss your forehead as you cling to his arm, "I'm just gonna get changed and grab you something to wear that isn't... a mini dress."

"Okay." You whisper, tired from the long night, and release him as much as you don't want to. Logan works around you for a moment, getting himself ready for bed before he leans down in front of you and helps you to your feet.

"C'mon. Let's get you ready for bed before you knock out."

Logan takes your hands as he leads you to the bathroom, sitting you on the toilet while he roots through your bag. You clear up which is which product, what order, and how to use them.

Logan takes the oil cleanser, pouring a little bit out and applying it to your face. The only spot he has you do is by your eyes, before he uses a wet rag to wipe it off. While he works you keep trying to wrap your arms around him.

He laughs softly, letting you cling to his side as he tries--bless him, to apply another cleanser to your face to properly clean your face now. Eventually, and after a bit of fighting with you to let go of his torso, he manages to get all of your makeup cleaned off, and skin... semi-properly washed.

"C'mon, pretty girl," he croons softly, brushing a hand across your jaw to tilt your head to face him, "Let's get you in bed, yeah?"

And even though the hotel has two beds, you coax Logan to cuddle with you in your drunk state. And you don't mind being wrapped up by his warm arms when you wake the next morning.

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yn.fdotus: so. about last night... i don't remember much after the twentieth tequila shot... <3

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After Barcelona, the next race you go to is Silverstone. You've been biting your nails for weeks about this, the upgrades Williams is planning on bringing don't seem to be very... solidified. Logan tries his hardest to seem confident, but it's clear he's more worried than you are.

You do the track walk in Barcelona with Williams, idly tagging along last moment with Lily. It's more for PR, as the cameras snap photos of the four of you (Alex, Logan, Lily, and yourself) dicking around as you walk.

But theres a damper to the mood.

Sure, the weight problems in the Williams car is 'fixed' but it seems like something was taken away... something helpful.

You and Lily settle in the little watch area in the garage, you pulling out your laptop to get some emails sent out before the race, while Lily posts something on her Instagram.

Logan appears with his helmet on, wrapping an arm around you and saying, "Any last words before I get in the car?"

You look over, and pop a kiss to the little part of his helmet covering his lips--leaving a little smudge of lipstick behind as you knock three times on the side of his helmet, "Don't worry about the upgrades. You'll be fine, Lo."

"Thanks, baby." He almost grumbles, eyes squishing from his smile under the helmet. You send him on his way, and Alex scoffs from besides you where Lily is fixing his glove.

"I still don't get how you two claim you're 'just arranged.' Like, I just watched a cute couple moment." He laments, making Lily laugh as she leans back on the couch next to you.

"I'm just a great actress," You shrug, but can't deny the heat that rushes to your cheeks. You and Logan had an undeniable spark, and you acted way too romantic to be platonic even behind closed doors. But you had always just chalked it up to being for the bit, being for the media.

But... had you even done any of this for the media?

Alex bids farewell and you, with a bit of stammer and a blushing face, retire to Logan's drivers room. It's just practice today, so you find your able to get somewhat comfy, turning on the TV to show you highlights as you work in quiet solitude.

You're not sure when you doze off, but when you come back, theres something plush under your head. Blinking, you look up to see Logan, idly scrolling on his phone... with your head on his lap. Your arms are wrapped around one of his legs like you'd snuggled in, and he's thrown his jacket over your legs.

So you close your eyes and move to wrap your arms around his waist instead, and he chuffs out a soft laugh, murmuring, "c'mon, baby."

He hoists you up as he slides down to lay on his side, shifting until he's inna comfortable position. Then he slowly shifts you back into place, your head coming to his lay on his bicep as you bink your eyes open.

"Hi, sleepy." He whispers to you, "Don't worry, I saved your email drafts before shutting your laptop."

"How was practice?" You whisper and he shrugs, kissing your temple as you wrap your arm around his waist and slot your knee between his as usual. Or, your new usual since Silverstone.

"P10. Not terrible." He hums, "you were right about the adjustments. I just wasn't used to the car yet, it made me lag behind."

"You'll do better tomorrow." You murmur through a yawn and Logan draws you into his chest a bit more, firm arm around your shoulder as he lifts his chin to tuck your head under it.

"We have a bit to nap, get some rest." He whispers and you hum back a yes, the warmth of your arranged husband and the soft whir of the world outside pulling you into another nap.

You find later that night that Logan's being overly self-ciritical once again. You do all you can to coax him to at least apathy, but lay awake with his head on your chest (the hotel room now with one bed), thinking.

The next day you sneak down to a corner store to buy a tiny notebook, tape, and glitter pens, and employ both Alex and Benny to help you with your task.

You scrawl the notebook full of reassurances, word even getting to engineers, media workers, analysts, who all take turns writing little notes for Logan (and some for Alex you give to Lily)

And then you spend the time Benny distracts Logan with training to sprinkle them around his drivers room and gear. A tiny smile on your face as the stupid little idea tickles you so much. Even writing one and taping it to his water bottle.

You manage to miss Logan before qualifying, but he drives exceptionally well and ends in Q2. And when he comes back, you have a cold water bottle in hand, something Benny had started giving you to encourage Logan to drink more water.

Cameras follow him into the garage, but cut before he gets to you. His helmet is long since discarded as he leans down to peck your cheek in thanks for the water, taking a few gulps as you ask about the race.

"The race was good, it was... I felt more confident with the car." He swallows another sip of water, "I think we have a good chance tomorrow. Must be thanks to your notes."

You beam when he says that, his hand firm on your back as he holds you close. There's an air around you both for a moment, and you wish the feeling could stay forever.

If only.

He ends up getting track limits on his qualifying run, bumping him back on the starting grid by a hefty amount. You literally cannot determine where he breaks limits, but even with Williams challenging it, the penalty stays. Logan tries to brush it off, to pretend it doesn't hurt him, but you can see the stress in his eyes.

Another night you fall asleep thinking. But other than the notes you already placed, you didn't have any more ideas.

And then he places out of points when Alex snags a podium, in a stroke of luck and a safety car. Logan doesn't take the cold water you offer him, barely greeting you as he slips by to his drivers room, and you try not to feel distraught.

Benny gives him space, as does everyone else, so you follow suit and walk to the paddocks. Which is where you and Logan are finally reunited after the race.

"Hey, baby." You murmur as he walks over, slumping into your hands as you let his face be molded by their grasp, "You drove well."

"I couldn't get around Lewis." Logan murmurs in complaint, and you can feel the pant up anger starting to burn in his cheeks, "if I hadn't been such a fucking dumbass."

"Hey." you chastise, squishing his face before he pulls himself away, "You're not a dumbass, you had a shitty penalty. Lewis is a really good driver, sometimes it's hard--"

"But I can be better." Logan interrupts you, and you go to speak again before he says, "You deserve better."

"What the hell are you talking about? Deserve better?" You ask, stepping towards Logan as he tries to retreat from you.

Logan groans, turning back sharp enough you step back to avoid his shoulder colliding with your outstretched hand. Gritting his teeth, he hisses out, "You can back out of this little arranged thing, stop being so cutesy and so kind and so loving to me, because I don't deserve it. You deserve someone who wins. Because you're so fucking amazing, and I'm just... whatever the hell this is."

You are genuinely shell shocked, but Logan just continues before you squeak out a very soft,

"But I love you. Like I... I genuinely do."

And then Logan goes to backtrack, claiming you're lying and that there no way you actually do. You watch him sputter, scraping for excuses and reasons you're lying and theres only one idea that pops in your mind. Damn the cameras, damn the people around you.

"I am hard to love and you're just gonna hurt yourself trying--" Logan says as you cup his jaw before you press up on your toes enough to lock your lips to his. There's a moment of hesitation before his arm slides around your waist as he breaks to reconnect you properly.

And when you pull back, your cheeks burn as you whisper, "I do love you. And I'd crawl with bleeding knees and palms for years if it meant one day, one day, I can make you see yourself the way I do."

Logan is just staring and you stammer again, "Sorry, was that too much?"

"No." He answers quick, "No, that was what I needed. Do it again."

And you laugh, tossing your arms around his neck to pull him into a proper kiss this time. The scattering of camera flashes like the fireworks you feel in your gut.

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[taintedcigs]

eddie and steve live together & steve is completely in love with reader but she’s with eddie.

he comes home one day and shes standing in the kitchen making lunch in the tightest yoga pants and he is literally gonna implode. he can’t handle it anymore 🥺

to the edge — s.h.

a/n: wrote this while listening to deftones and omfg this idea is KILLING ME nonnie!!! did not proof-read pls ignore all mistakes!! im sorry i made this soso pervy but i swear i held myself back lmao!! also idk if this is what u wanted but hope u enjoy bb <33

warnings: perv!steve,18+ only, minors dni!!!!! kinda dark but not rlly ??, male m*sturbation, steve j*rking off to ur picture, degrading nicknames but also praising kind of! just filthy idk what is going thru my head im sick. (wc: 1.5k+)

Steve didn't know how much longer he could handle this.

How much longer could he hide this from you? Or even more importantly, how much longer could he hide this from Eddie?

His breath strained the moment he came home from work, he was already worked up, going through hours and hours of paper work, and now he was beyond frustrated.

Because there you stood with the prettiest smile adorning your face as you greeted him, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander off to your body when you wore the tightest fucking yoga pants that he had ever seen.

Showing all of your curves in the best possible way, the way your breasts juggled as you skipped over to give him a greeting hug.

He felt... so fucking perverted about his thoughts of you, the way his entire body froze when your breasts squeezed over his chest, the way his hands lingered on your waist when all he wanted to do was lower them further, cupping your ass while you squealed, hitting his chest with those pretty giggles escaping your lips.

"Can you help me out?" You asked with those doe-eyes. Steve was sure he would do anything you asked if you gave him that look. Any fucking thing.

He nodded breathlessly, no words able to push past his lips as he watched you in awe.

Eddie was nowhere to be seen, probably still stuck at work and Steve felt horrible. He felt horrible by how he eyed you, he felt horrible by how his mind framed you beneath him, whimpering for more until he pounded into you senselessly.

And he was doing every fucking thing he could to keep it in his pants, it was truly torture. But he seemed to be doing fine. Until you decided to brush past him in an attempt to reach the knife next to him.

It wasn't intentional, you probably thought nothing of it. But the way your curves molded into him, the way your ass grazed against his boner was a whole new territory that Steve wasn't ready for yet.

In his mind, you two might as well have been naked. And he knew he was fucked. Because all Steve could think about now was fucking you from behind, seeing that pretty view of your ass while you melted into him, pretty lips opening slightly to mewl at him for more, his hips relentlessly pounding into you, his veiny cock stretching that perfect little cunt he always dreamed about.

Fucking you senselessly until your mind was filled with nothing but Steve, and his cock. He wanted to have you drooling for him, begging for him to let you cum, begging for more...

Shit.

Steve looked down at the bulge in his pants, it was very fucking visible as his cock strained against his zipper, even the wet patch from his pre-cum was starting to form and he knew if he didn't do something about it he was going to explode.

"I—I'm just so... tired." He fake yawned, and you looked up at him.

"Oh! It's okay, I'll just finish up here, there isn't much left anyway." You gave him a small smile.

"You... uh— you sure?" He asked, hand perfectly placed to cover up his boner.

"Yes, yes... I'll let you know when the dinner is ready, Stevie." You giggled, waving him off.

Stevie.

He didn't even know how he made it to his bedroom, heaving a breath of relief as soon as he locked the door.

Stevie. He was sure you were trying to fucking kill him.

Steve was quick to take off his pants, almost juggling over them by how fast he was being.

Jesus fucking Christ

He shouldn't do this, he can't fucking do this.

He tried to reason, but the memories of you flashed through his mind faster than he could comprehend, the way those tight yoga pants framed your curves in the best way possible, the way you licked your lips as you concentrated on cutting those damn vegetables.

He could turn every memory of you into something sexual, he could picture those lips wrapped around his throbbing cock, your delicate tongue lapping up his pre-cum as your mouth struggled to take all of his length, and you stared up at him with those doe eyes.

Fuckfuckfuck.

He couldn't hold it off as he climbed into bed, trying his best to stifle his grunts when he wrenched his cock from his boxers. His cock pulsed harder as he swiped his thumb along the tip, hissing as he spread the bead of pre-cum that collected at his pink tip.

A low groan rose in his throat, as he closed his eyes. Shaky hands stroking up his lengthy cock. So slowly.

And all he can imagine was you.

He wanted you so badly that it ached, his cock in his grip was almost hot to touch, pulsating with need.

He wanted— no, he needed you. He needed you trembling under him, eager to fill all of your holes, he wanted you pleading for him, he wanted to sheath himself inside of you, as he told you how much he loved you.

He wanted to fill you to the brim, not stopping until he made sure that you were stuffed with his cum, not stopping until he made sure he painted your velvety walls white.

He fisted his cock feverishly at his thoughts, so roughly that his knuckles turned white. But he didn't care, pictures of you etched into his brain were enough to get him over the edge.

Steve was sure he had never felt this way before, he felt out of his mind, hooked on you. You were like a drug he couldn't get enough of, and it was killing him.

He tried to keep his moans stifled—but it was so hard when his dirty mind was filled with X-rated images of you.

You with your mouth hung open, tongue sticking out as you begged to taste his cum, to feel his load shooting down your throat.

"Fuck—fucking slut." He let out before he could stop himself. Tugging harder at his abused cock. "Such—such a pretty baby for me, yea?" He praised envisioning you.

He didn't hesitate to grab his bedside picture when he felt himself closer to release. He examined the picture carefully, curses slipping past his lips. There you stood next to him, and there was Eddie.

His veins throbbed with rage at the sight of him, he knew it was wrong, so fucking wrong. But every inch of him resented Eddie for getting to have you.

His thumb was quick to cover Eddie's face, he gripped harder on the picture as he focused on you.

God, did you look pretty.

Your hands were wrapped around his waist as you leaned toward him, you looked so fucking happy.

You wore the smallest fucking skirt, and your tits were pressed up against your tiny top, and it was driving Steve crazy.

He stroked his cock harder and harder as he imagined you naked, squirming under him. "Please, Stevie." You mewled, the nickname clinging to his mind.

"Cum inside of me, Stevie. Please, baby... please—need your cum." He imagined you whimpering, batting your lashes at him as tears threatened to spill from those innocent eyes.

And Steve reveled in the thought, of having you begging for his cum, his desire to get you full of him, the visual of his cum leaking out of your cunt pulled a guttural groan out of him.

"Please, Stevie, wanna be filled with your load."

He tugged at his cock harder, the thought of you begging for him, the thought of you begging to be his flooded his mind. "'M gonna make you mine, honey." He promised.

"Shit—gonna fuck my load into you, yeah, baby?"

"Gonna make you my personal fuckin' cock sleeve." He cursed as he stroked harder, gripping the picture in his hand.

"Make you my fuckin' cum dump." He groaned, the desire to have you jolted every inch of him.

"'M yours, Stevie." He envisioned you mewling for him.

And that thought finally sent him over the edge, he spurted his warm cum all over the picture in his hand. Most of it spilling on your frame as he let out loud groans, not even able to hide or stifle them anymore.

He grunted as the last of his load dripped from his softened tip onto your lips and all over your face on the picture. He couldn't help the satisfied smile on his face as he admired it.

You looked so fucking gorgeous with his cum spurted all over your pretty little face.

"Stevie!" You called out for his name and Steve froze immediately.

He panicked and covered himself up as soon as you knocked on the door.

Did you fucking hear him?

Did you know about his disgusting thoughts?

"Y—yeah?" He replied, voice filled with shame.

Thankfully, you didn't open the door as you just yelled. "Dinner is ready!" He heaved a sigh of relief quickly.

You were going to be the death of him.

[susansontag]

studio ghibli ranking list let’s go

(will include nausicaä and the red turtle)

the these-are-actually-bad section:

24. earwig and the witch

actually the only one I haven’t watched so it’s cheeky to put it here. but I won’t be watching it and no one will blame me.

23. ocean waves

who sincerely cares about these teenagers they’re so annoying. if the boys had been gay it would have honestly been homophobic.

22. pom poko

this film is about shape-shifting raccoon dogs waging a war on humans and there’s copious jokes about their testicles. so on paper a perfect film. execution wise it’s so long and so boring and you care about none of them.

the cure-for-insomnia section:

21. tales from earthsea

hayao miyazaki was right to walk out of this one even though he probably is a terrible father for having done so. some of the animation was really nice but these protagonists made me yearn for the ocean waves cast because at least they have semi-personalities.

20. castle in the sky

proof miyazaki was judging his son too hard for earthsea because this is basically his version of the same thing: a nice idea with good animation and the most boring boy/girl protagonists imaginable. has got that whimsy he does so nicely however.

the passable-films section:

19. the cat returns

but should he have? was that really necessary? has a scene of cats walking in a procession on their hind legs though so that’s a plus.

18. arrietty

visually gorgeous but otherwise a very run-of-the-mill adaptation of the borrowers, which in something that should feel wondrous is less than ideal.

17. my neighbors the yamadas

some harmless and inventive fun that you can put on in the background whilst eating lunch or doing some light yoga stretches.

the don’t-harm-me-I’m-right section:

16. howl’s moving castle

yes I do in fact understand the intricacies of the plot and I still don’t care. this is one of ghibli’s messiest films for sure, it can’t decide what it wants to be or focus on and the plot just seems to happen and then not happen for no good reason. I also think howl’s a whiny bastard and hate that sophie has to mother him and endure his contemptible man tantrums. a shame because she’s actually cool.

15. grave of the fireflies

it was sweet but I’ve watched more moving animated films set in war-time, even. I don’t have much desire to watch it again honestly but maybe I will at some point.

the this-is-getting-there section:

14. the red turtle

I liked it! an acquired taste but I really felt the harshness of the elements and the cruelty and the love. it's also very beautiful to look at, one of the most visually arresting ghibli productions.

13. only yesterday

a tale of two films with this one. the parts where she's a young girl are much more interesting, but if this had stuck the landing and it'd been more even overall, could have potentially been a favourite. alas.

12. the wind rises

a genuinely weird one in ghibli's lineup, in which miyazaki meshes two different stories together (one of inventive 'genius' and a doomed love story, respectively) in a likely attempt to try and grapple with his having chosen his career over all else, including family (noteworthy is that his wife was not able to retain her career as an animator). as a piece of art it's less whimsical and more mature than many of these films, but I struggle to not let my distaste for what it potentially represents get in the way of my appreciation for it as a film, but it's so blatantly personal that it's impossible.

the that-was-just-a-good-fun-time section:

11. nausicaä of the valley of the wind

aesthetically one of the coolest films on this list but I don't remember the story as well. great protagonist too. must have been great to experience when it first came out in the '80s.

10. porco rosso

I love this film about a tomboy mechanic and some pilot guy who went off to war and was so changed he is now a pig. watching it feels like if the mediterranean was so small it fit into your back pocket and was also populated by all your friends all your enemies and your ex-lover also.

9. from up on poppy hill

I found this one boring the first time I watched it but it really grew on me with subsequent rewatches. I really like her predominantly female household and the community they share in the backdrop of the rest of the drama is sweet. the bit of drama midway through is still batshit though but in a loveable, disney-would-never way.

the near-perfect section:

8. the tale of the princess kaguya

probably takahata's magnum opus with the studio, if slightly overlong. folktales are tricky because they tend to feel moralistic and the characters one-note if you're not willing to build on them but kaguya herself feels very spirited and alive. the prettiest on the list too I'd say.

7. my neighbor totoro

cozy late summer comfort film. perhaps even more special now because I was able to see the london production. cute!

6. when marnie was there

surprised this one has ranked so high for me but that's the power of tomboy lesbians heck yeah etc. also the fantastical element of this one is so up my alley and touches upon a particular kind of childhood nostalgia I have of being in old houses and imbuing them with magical qualities. the image of anna facing the house across the marshland is burned into my retina.

the I'd-die-for-her section:

5. princess mononoke

aesthetically too cool for school and has one of the best ghibli villains and female characters (lady eboshi). they really said all the spirits of the forest are going to die in this one but well it was a nice thought.

4. ponyo

my comfort movie of all-time! heartwarming! with another great female ghibli character in lisa, sosuke's mum who is legally allowed to drive like that apparently. also one I actually watched for the first time in my childhood when I was around 7 or so at an after school club. the subtitles taught me the useful and now underused gem of a phrase "bog off".

3. kiki's delivery service

asks the important questions such as: what if you were a young witch from a dying tradition who moves to a gorgeous town in sweden? what if your remarkable gifts were no longer appreciated due to rapid advancements in aviation technology? what if you could live in a bakery?

2. spirited away

when you're just a timid child who is scared of admittedly a lot and your parents manage to mess everything up spectacularly so now you're forced to work at the age of twelve for people who steal your identity. still one of the best honestly they may never top this as the peak of their artistic achievement.

1. whisper of the heart

have you ever been a struggling artist? have you ever been in love? have you ever been obsessed with john denver's take me home, country roads? in all seriousness love a story of two artistically inclined people inspiring each other and this has a unique feel compared to other ghibli films forever favourite probably. it feels like basically no one has watched it and that's a shame. rest in peace yoshifumi kondō.

[welldonebeca]

Guardian Bot (6)

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You could feel Sam’s eyes on you as you looked over your schedule with Charlie, ready to just go out to lunch but wanting to make sure it didn’t disturb your day.

“I can set the meeting with your team for 3pm, so if you’re back from yoga at 2:30, there’s half an hour for you to shower and get ready,” she suggested, pointing at the hologram in front of you. “And you’ll have an hour of lunch. If you send in your order now, it will be ready by the time you sit down.”

You nodded along.

“I like that,” you confirmed. “Just ask for the same I got the last time I went there.”

She hummed a confirmation, and Sam cleared his throat.

“Charlotte, can you order for me too?” he asked. “I think I’ll cash in on that lunch invitation.”

You were a bit surprised as you turned to him. When was the last time you had lunch with one of your brothers to talk about anything but your company?

To be honest, you didn't even remember when you had asked him to have lunch.

“Of course, Mr Winchester.”

She set up your orders and Sam opened the door for you to get out of the office, following to the self-driving car and watching you quietly as you two waited inside it.

The whole way to the restaurant was filled with awkward silence, and he held the door open for you to walk inside, and pulled the chair for you to sit down.

Sam cleared his throat and looked at you with an awkward smile.

“It’s a nice place,” he noticed. “You like sushi.”

You nodded along slowly.

“I do,” you confirmed.

The two of you fell into silence and you watched him for a moment before speaking again.

“And how’s Jess?” you changed the subject, trying to start an actual conversation.

“She’s alright,” Sam perked up. “Great, actually. We’ve been looking into some houses outside the city. Maybe out in the country side.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock. They were moving in together already?

Sam and Jess had been together for, what… two years? You didn’t quite remember, but it couldn’t have been a lot of time, right?

“I was talking to mum and she offered her engagement ring. So… you know…”

“You’re proposing?” you asked, shocked. “Sam, that's great!”

That was amazing!

It was so good to see Sam happy. You still remember when he was just an awkward skinny boy, more limbs than anything else. Sure, you two were just two years apart but he was still your little brother!

“What about you?” he asked. “Are you seeing anyone?”

You stopped, surprised at the sudden flip of focus.

“I mean, I know you and Dean are two bachelors,” Sammy smiled awkwardly. “Though, he is not very private with his… fun outings.”

A waitress walked to you two, placing your food and drinks on the table slowly, and you were grateful for the interruption.

Was that how he saw you? An eternal bachelorette?

Or maybe he just pitied you and didn’t want to say you didn’t have any social skills to get into a relationship.

“I mean…” you looked for words, trying to be vague. “Things are fine.”

How were you supposed to explain to your brother you were technically, maybe, sort of, dating your robot?

“So... uh…” he spoke slowly. “No plus one in our house-warming party?”

“I… don’t think so,” you decided. “I mean, I can invite… well.”

You shoved a slice of salmon into your mouth before you could mention Cas.

Still, Sam raised his eyebrows, waiting for what you were going to say anyway.

“I’m still in… undefined territory,” you chose your words carefully. “So I don’t know if I’ll ever get to any house-warming party with… you know.”

As if you would ever feel comfortable enough bringing your fucking robot to your brother’s house-warming party.

It would be too humiliating.

“Unless you count Cas,” you chuckled, trying to evade any suspicion from him.  “He is great for travel and you know how bad I am with planning.”

Sam shot you a confused look.

“Cas?” he asked. “You mean Castiel?”

You shoved another sushi into your mouth. Stupid, stupid you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, mouth still full. “Castiel. Yeah.”

Sam watched you, looking at you as if he could see all of your thoughts.

“How is he being as a companion?” he asked. “Helping you out alright?”

You shrugged.

“I mean, he’s getting me into eating real food,” you chuckled. “And into yoga. And the flat is always spotless. He even cleans the rooms I don’t use.”

He also fucked you brainless last night and had been edging you since yesterday morning.

But he didn’t need to know that.

Sam chuckled.

“Well, that’s a good job done,” he smiled. “Your home was always dusty.”

You scoffed.

“I barely step there, how can I clean it?”

Your brother sighed.

“You work too much,” he pointed out. “I’m glad he’s getting you into a better routine.”

Sam nodded, eating again, and you two fell into a quieter moment before he spoke again.

“But… uh… are you sure there is no one I should know about?” he insisted. “No new guy or girl, no… important person?”

You frowned.

“No,” you denied. “Why are you so curious, Sam?”

Suddenly, your brother flushed, and you put your chopsticks down.

“What?” you asked. “Sam!”

He moved a hand down to the side of his neck, scratching it and staring right at the same spot on yours.

You rushed to grab your bag and a mirror, angling it, and your eyes widened when you saw it.

A hickey, blue against your skin and visible through your makeup.

Oh, fucking shit.

You had put makeup on it before leaving your house. Cas had done it himself, and it was perfectly covered.

“Stupid brand,” you grunted, pulling your hair over it. “Cover it all concealer, my ass.”

Sam looked away, blushing pink.

“I burned myself,” you lied. “A hair curling iron.”

That absolutely didn’t look like a burn, and your brother seemed to know it too well, still staring at it.

“Alright,” he spoke slowly.

Your face burned in embarrassment, and you shoved food into your mouth, not wanting to think about what was going through his mind.

“I’ll go… use the bathroom,” you decided , grabbing your bag.

He didn’t say anything, just sipping his wine as you walked past him.

You locked the door behind yourself, picking up the makeup on your bag to try and hide it again, and Castiel called you the exact moment you put it down.

“Good afternoon, miss,” he spoke into your ear. “How is lunch with your brother going?”

You grunted, annoyed.

“It was fine,” you tossed your hair back. “Cas, you said that concealer was the best they had in store and it wouldn’t-”

You stopped, just now processing his words.

“I never told you that I was having lunch with Sammy.”

Castiel didn’t even sound phased.

“I have access to your schedule, miss,” he reminded you. “I’m programmed to analyse it all, including during your work day.”

Yes, of course.

“Do you want dessert recommendations?” he asked. “I’m sure I can assist you with that.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, not nearly in the mindset of thinking of dessert.

“Why didn’t you notice the hickey?” you asked him, instead, powdering the spot. “Cas, what would people from work say?!”

“By my calculations, even if the makeup faded like the reviews, it wouldn’t have been noticed unless someone was looking at you intensely,” Castiel explained himself. “Which no one should do, because you’re mine. And everyone should know this.”

Your cheeks burned as you flushed. He said it so matter of factly that it shouldn’t turn you on. And yet, it did.

“Cas, I’m in a public bathroom,” you hissed, pressing your legs together. “And I have family! They look at me all the time! Now my little brother thinks I’m sleeping around.”

Sam was probably texting that to Dean as you tried to recompose yourself. Those two were basically glued to one another.

“We can’t have that,” he hummed. “You are a very faithful slut to me.”

You pressed your legs together. This really wasn’t a good time for him to turn you on,

“Cas…”

“Unless you’ve been looking at other men?” he asked. “It’s a shame that you don’t allow me out of the house except for groceries, but maybe that should change.”

You flushed.

“Cas, where would I take you?” you asked. “To yoga? I only leave the house to go work.”

Cas was already so possessive of you, you weren’t sure he’d ever hide that. People would notice it immediately.

This relationship… whatever it was. You would be immediately found.

How ethical was it, to fuck your robot?

Did he even have rights?

Could he legally consent?

That was so messy.

“I’m sure we can figure out something,” he assured you. “All you have to do is command it and it’ll be done.”

Yeah, that didn't make you feel any better about everything.

“Can we talk about it when I’m home?” you asked, instead. “And not in a restaurant bathroom?”

“Of course, miss,” he agreed, and you relaxed. “Be at home at time. Good girls aren’t late.”

You flushed, embarrassed.

“Have a nice lunch,” he wished before hanging up.

You breathed in deep, looking into the mirror to make sure the hickey wasn’t visible, and walked back to your table, finding Sam waiting.

“Sorry for the delay,” you sat down, and your brother just waved a dismissive hand before you could even justify yourself.. “I was answering a call.  Let’s just finish eating.”

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[builtaworldwithyourlove]

I Forget Where We Were

1.6k/ joel miller x f!reader / MINORS DNI 

summary: life with Joel from the start. Be kind please- this is my first piece and has taken 6 months of courage🤍

Chapter Seven: Evergreen

Take me back to the catacombs, I am tempted by her love.Bluest eyes against my own skin, I have never been so caught up. 

what to expect: There’s radio silence, as Joel contemplates his options.

warnings: bad language i guess idk?😂fluff, dad!joel,lover boy joel, no specific physical description of reader, female reader (please let me know if there is anything I’m missing, I will elaborate as the series goes on) no outbreak, age gap (reader is mid 20s and Joel is mid 40s), boyfriend!joel? i repeat boyfriend!joel, angst, another woman but relax guys, Daddy Joel loves you and things will be okay, alcohol consumption 

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The only sign of life from you was Tommy telling Joel he had seen you at the gym and you offered to pick Sarah up from school on Thursday.

He couldn’t help the way his heart sank like lead everytime your name was mentioned.

‘Sarah’s at a sleep over Friday night, you fancy the bar?’ Joel asked Tommy.

‘Yeah sounds good, think we need to have a chat’ Joel sighed and hung up the phone to his brother.

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You somehow made it through to Friday afternoon, and you and Laura sat together at lunch still investigating all the possibilities of who Mia was and why she missed Joel.

Usually you weren’t an overthinker and you were good at taking things at face value. The reality was you were Joel’s girlfriend, he had told Tommy and all his work buddies about you, weeks before becoming official, and not to mention, you were now part of Sarah’s life, and all your friends knew about Joel.

This, however, a random woman you had never heard off popped back up telling Joel she missed him, and reinstating plans. How else should you take this?

‘Worst case is, she’s an ex something who Joel’s not spoken to her since you guys got together and she’s just checking in on plans they made pre- you& Joel. A little needy and desperate, sure, but haven’t we all been there?’ Laura played with you hair as you held back tears and rubbed your thumb on your bracelet.

‘Let’s go for drinks tonight doll, I need it’ you composed yourself and tried to give Joel the benefit of the doubt.

Laura agreed, and you texted Joel.

You:

Look, I’m sorry I just went silent for a couple of days. I love you, I love Sarah, somehow I love Tommy🙄 but we’ll talk soon. I don’t want to lose you, but I just need answers x

Within seconds your phone chimed with a reply:

Joel:

I love you too, we all do. It’s just a misunderstanding, I want to explain it, I do. Let’s just do something Sunday and sort this out. 

You sighed relief, but couldn’t rid yourself of the underlying feeling of dread.

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Laura turned up at your apartment, and shrieked when she saw you.  You were in a dark grey two piece, a maxi skirt which sat low on your hips and a high cut long sleeved top to match, showing off your stomach and curves.

She looked stunning as always. Auburn hair, tanned skin, and glowing emerald eyes, wearing an orange satin backless ankle length dress to match.

Meanwhile, Joel and Tommy were getting ready to talk all things devastating. 

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The drink went down too easy, as you& Laura ended up in an unfit state, dancing on tables and making a fool out of yourselves.

Joel and Tommy were sat in their local pub, down the block to you, unbeknownst to either of you.

The whiskey took over, and Joel pulled out his phone. 

Joel:

I’m still up for this weekend if you are.

*current location*

Mia:

Be there in 5.

Simultaneously, Tommy noticed Joel texting but couldn’t see the red heart emoji next to the name, just like you had.

Tommy:

You better get down here.

You.

Be there in 5. I’m with Laura, you’ll love her, she does yoga😉

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You and Laura left the bar and stumbled down the road to where Tommy and Joel were. At the same time, a gorgeous black haired girl with piercing blue eyes held the door open for you. You thanked her and Laura said ‘I loveee your outfit’ in typical drunk girl fashion.

You noticed you were hot on her heels as you followed her through the exact same route to get to Tommy and Joel.

The knot in your stomach tightened as she leaned into Joel before you could, with her arm snaked around his neck. You were both the same size, and so Joel draped his hand around her waist as he did you, and pulled her in. He kissed her cheek as he made eye contact with you. Time stood still, and Tommy gulped and was in the middle of you all like a deer in headlights .

‘Mia, this is Joel’s girlfriend. Joel, remember her?’ Tommy spat venom towards his brother.

‘Baby, let me explain’ Joel croaked, looking at you offering his hand.

‘Explain what, Joel? ‘Mia interrupted’How we make plans to live in the same city, and you ghost me for three weeks before inviting me here and rocking up with a whole ass girlfriend?’

‘God damn I ain’t talking to you’ Joel hissed.

‘Then why’d you ask here’ Mia spat.

‘I’m leaving’ you sobbed, and Laura followed you, darting out the doors.

‘Baby wait’ Joel yelled, but you were gone.

‘Look I’m gonna drop the girls back. Joel, you know what you’ve gotta do. Mia, go do something or someone else’ Tommy patted his brother on the back.

‘I want to go to Joel’s’ you sniffled.

Tommy agreed and let you in with a spare key, and then drove Laura home.

You stumbled around the bathroom and got ready for bed, slipping into one of Joel’s old t-shirts. You started to regret your idea, out of fear that Joel would bring Mia home, and you played the whole situation over and over in your mind.

As you started to drift off, the lock clicked and you heard Joel’s footsteps come up the stairs. He showered and then crawled into bed next to you.

‘I’d never do anything to hurt you, you have to believe me’ Joel sighed.

Your body shook as you sobbed ‘Leave it for tomorrow, I don’t want to talk about it now.’

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You were woken up by the blinding summer sun in your eyes. Ordinarily it would start your day positively, but it was accompanied by a dull dehydration headache and the weight of saving your relationship with Joel. 

Joel was still beside you, and his hands were wrapped around your forearm, as if subconsciously begging you not to leave. You wrapped a loose curl around your finger and swept it off his face, and kissed his forehead. Already, his presence calmed you, although you were devastated. He began to stir, and pulled you closer. His movements were slow, and he took in a deep breath as a pang of guilt and anxiety took him like a stake to the heart.

The alarm clock read 7:13am. Plenty of time to clear the air and get your affairs in order before Sarah gets home.

You nuzzled into Joel like a runt of a litter, and he held you so tight, you swear you stopped breathing. ‘I’m so sorry baby. Please let’s fix this.’ Joel ran his hand up and down your back, and you fell back to sleep,

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It was only half an hour later but you woke up and went downstairs to make some coffee.

Joel was still in bed, but his phone, wallet and belt were on the breakfast counter.

His phone was flashing and buzzing.

Tommy:

2 new messages

Mia:

6 missed calls

You sighed, and left the phone screen facing up, dreading the outcome.

The floorboards creaked as Joel made his way downstairs. He crept behind you and kissed your shoulder. You gave him his phone.

He shook his head and lounged back on the sofa bringing his coffee through with him.

Like a lost puppy, you followed him through and sat in the armchair opposite the sofa.

‘Look, I don’t care who texts you or messages you. You can’t help it, but I just care how you respond. And you responded by texting her last night when you were drunk and putting your hands over her.’ Tears spilled over your lashline, and rolled down your cheeks.

He took a deep breath, and his eyebrows raised as he searched for the words to give to you.

‘It was a mistake. We saw eachother a couple of times way before you, and I just wasn’t that serious. She never met Sarah, she never came over. Mia lives out of town and she had to come here for work for a weekend so we just planned to do something. Obviously I met you and just didn’t text her back. Like you say, I can’t help that she still wanted to see me or the thought crossed her mind.’

You cringed slightly as he didn’t seem to grasp why you were upset. You wanted to be understanding but couldn’t get over that he texted her still last night, and cuddled her the same way he does with you. 

‘So what were you planning on doing when she met you last night? If Tommy wasn’t there or if I didn’t come?’ 

For the first time, Joel was speechless.

‘Look, you’re my girlfriend. I wouldn’t have let anything happen. I’m sorry for what did happened and I know I crossed a line. I should never have done anything to make you feel as shitty as you do. I love you’ Joel sighed as words failed him.

‘I love you too, I just don’t want to be wondering what if.’

‘All I can do is prove it.’ Joel sighed.

‘Let’s go get some breakfast’ you said, ‘We’ll go get Sarah soon and go do something with her, don’t want to ruin her Saturday.’

‘You’re right- thank you for looking out for her. I promise I’ll make things right for you’ Joel grabbed your hand as you walked past and rubbed his cheek into it.

‘I know. It just takes time’ you sighed, and cradled him into your hip.

Now to begin the healing process. 

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[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part twenty-three: "The Day of Phone Tag"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt has court all day and you both keep missing each other's phone calls while trying to make plans for the evening.

Or

You touch it. You finally touch Matt’s ass.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.3k

a/n: Transferring more of these over again! Enjoy this fluffy little installment! You can find the other installments for this series on tumblr here.

Tuesday Morning

Your hands lathered the shampoo into your hair, scrubbing your scalp with your eyes closed as you showered. You were still feeling half awake despite the warm water running over you, not used to waking up and jumping in the shower instead of making yourself a cup of coffee. Having not had a chance to shower last night, too focused on finishing an article for Ellison, you’d rushed to grab one before needing to leave for the office this morning. You knew your hair would probably be a bit of a mess, not having much time to fix it once you finished showering, but you didn’t have an option. You were just hoping you’d have enough time to at least dry it so you weren’t freezing as you walked to work.

As you were about to stick your head under the spray and rinse off the soap, you heard your phone’s ringtone coming from the bathroom counter. Curious, you pulled back the shower curtain and peered around it. Matt’s name was displayed along your screen. With a sigh, you slipped back under the warm spray. You’d have to call him back when you got out and were dressed or you’d be late to work. Rinsing off your hair, a minute later you heard the telltale beep that meant he’d left you a voicemail and you hurried to finish your shower.

It was almost quarter to seven by the time you were grabbing your things and racing out of your apartment, locking up and shouldering your phone to your ear as you listened to Matt’s voicemail before heading towards the elevator.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. We never really finalized our plans yesterday. Were we getting together tonight? Or was it tomorrow? I can’t remember when you, Karen, and Marci were shopping for costumes.” He paused, clearing his throat as the sound of honking echoed through the message. “If you call me back soon you might catch me before I head to the courthouse. Otherwise maybe I’ll catch you during lunch recess or something. Love you, sweetie.”

As the elevator doors opened to the first floor, you smiled at the addition of the ‘love yous’ that had started popping up in the voicemails the pair of you had been leaving each other. Shifting your bag on your shoulder as you stepped out and into the lobby, you quickly dialed Matt back. The line rang a handful of times as you stepped out of your building and onto the street, being hit with the chilly October wind immediately. And then your phone went straight to voicemail. You sighed as the automated message told you Matt was unavailable. 

“Hey, Matty,” you began after the beep, walking your way briskly towards the office, “guess I missed you. My morning has sort of been off and I’m running late, but it was tomorrow I was going shopping with the girls. Which–you still haven’t told me what you’re going to the bar as and with what Foggy was saying, I’m now dying to know. You should at least give me a hint.” You swerved around a woman who was taking up way too much space along the sidewalk, shooting her a curious eye as it looked like she was doing yoga in the middle of the sidewalk dressed as a pineapple. New York City was fucking weird sometimes. “Anyway, I’m free tonight if you are. Just let me know what you want to do or who’s place you want to meet up at. Good luck with that case today and I love you, too.”

Tuesday Afternoon

“Katy,” you whined, head rolling back along your shoulders in your desk chair. “Just give me my damn phone back. I need to check that message from Matt.”

She grinned devilishly at you, your phone in her hands behind her back. Currently you two were the only ones in the office, everyone either out for lunch or chasing a lead. Which was why Katy was being exceptionally difficult right now.

“Not until I hear you promise me,” she pushed.

You rolled your eyes at her. “I am not promising you that!” you cried out.

One of her brows rose on her forehead as she shot you a very pointed look. “Seriously? You have Hell’s Kitchen’s finest ass in your bed, girl. I’m just asking you to take one little bitty bite of it. You can’t tell me you don’t want to. And I have no idea why you haven’t even grabbed it yet.”

“You really need to stop thinking about my boyfriend’s ass so much,” you told her. “That’s my ass, now.”

A wicked grin spread across Katy’s face as she stared back at you. “Then claim that ass, bitch. Take a fucking bite out of it or something. Fuck. And then tell me about how goddamn delicious it is afterwards.”

“ Katy !” you gasped out, eyes darting around the office as you prayed no one had slipped back in from lunch and overheard her.

She laughed at your discomfort and you felt your cheeks reddening. A moment later, your distinct ringtone rang out from behind her back. Katy quickly glanced down at it behind her, her face lighting up as she turned back to you. 

“Speak of the fine ass devil,” she teased. “Lover boy is calling.”

You bolted out of your chair towards her but Katy was quick, darting around the side of the cubicles. A frustrated groan flew out of you as you glared at her from across the office.

“Promise me you’ll at least grab that man’s ass,” she said, holding up your ringing phone. “Or I’ll let this go to voicemail.”

“Oh my God,” you breathed out, frustrated. “Katy, I don’t want to play phone tag with Matt all day, come on. He’s going to be back in court and I’ll have to wait hours to get ahold of him again.”

“Then promise me you’ll at least just touch that glorious butt that your man has!” Katy pressed, your ringing phone still held up in her hand. “Stop being so damn nervous–touch the butt!”

“Fuck–alright!” you agreed in exasperation. “I’ll touch his damn ass, now give me my phone!”

Satisfied, she tossed your phone across the cubicles towards you, but you fumbled catching it and it dropped to the floor. The moment you turned, about to bend over and pick it up, the call had already been sent to your voicemail. You groaned, frantically bending down and grabbing your phone. Quickly you opened your contacts and dialed him back, hoping to get ahold of him before bothering to check the messages–but to no avail. 

“Goddammit!” you cursed, ending the call.

Immediately you went into your voicemail, pulling up the message Matt had left you a little over an hour ago. You’d missed his call since you hadn’t been at your desk, too busy checking a lead yourself and having accidentally left your phone behind.

“You know I’m not telling you my costume,” Matt’s deep voice said in your ear, a light chuckle following. “Nice try though. I appreciate the effort. You’ll just have to wait until the party, like I already told you before. And Foggy is keeping his mouth shut on it, so don’t even try to get him to talk.” He sighed, his tone shifting to something softer and less amused. “I miss you. Two days without you is too long. Why don’t I grab dinner for tonight? Your place or mine, you pick. Or we could go out? We never did get around to that new restaurant after we both got sick. Whatever you want, sweetie. I’ll see you tonight, hopefully.”

You chewed your lip, wishing you could have answered any of his calls today. Two days was too long without him, he was right, and you were missing him, too. And missing his calls all day wasn’t helping. Frustrated, you played the message he just left next.

“We are not having any luck today with phone calls, are we? I just finished a quick lunch, was hoping to catch you before court is back in session but I guess I missed you again. Call me back, sweetie. Let me know about tonight. I love you.”

Exhaling roughly, you quickly dialed Matt back. The phone went straight to his voicemail as you expected. You knew he was back in court and his phone would be off until he was out again. That’s how it always was on days he had court.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I missed your calls again, Matt. That last one was Katy’s fault,” you told him in a rush. “She stole my phone. Wouldn’t give it back until I promised to take a bite of your ass and I–” you stopped short, eyes widening as Katy barked out a laugh beside you. “Shit,” you breathed out, eyes closing. “I did not mean to tell you that.”

Katy cupped a hand around her mouth, calling towards your phone, “She needs to gnaw on it like a dog with a bone! Fucking let her at it, man!”

“Katy!” you scolded, lowering the phone from your face for a moment. “Not cool!” She let out another laugh as you returned to your message. “ Anyway , I’m open to whatever you want to do tonight. Go out or stay in, whatever you’re feeling after work because I know how exhausting your day can get. And also, I’m pretty sure if I bribe Foggy with those bagels he likes, I can get him to tell me what your costume is.” You laughed lightly at the prospect–Foggy was a bagel whore. Everyone knew it. “So I uhm, I’ll talk to you later, baby–”

“Awww, he’s baby now?” Katy called out.

You shot her a pointed look. “He doesn’t need your commentary!” you harshly whispered to her. “Anyway, I love you,” you said back into your phone. “Hopefully I don’t miss the next call.”

You hung up and glared at Katy and her yogurt cup.

Tuesday Early Evening

Sliding the wet strands of hair from off of your face, you pushed open the door to your apartment building and stepped inside. Of course it had to start raining when you were half a block away and you had gotten caught in the middle of it. 

Sighing, you slipped into the elevator next to two other people, pushing the button for the fifth floor and then crossing your arms over your chest. You were starting to get cold in your damp clothes despite the heat in the building. A moment later you felt something vibrate in your pocket and your brows furrowed. Your hand darted down, slipping your phone from your dress pants pocket. Immediately your shoulders sagged when you’d realized you’d missed another call from Matt. You forgot you’d left your phone on vibrate when you’d gone into the staff meeting later this afternoon and you’d been too busy afterwards to remember to take it off. 

As you stepped out of the elevator onto your floor, you hurriedly made your way down to your apartment. Unlocking your front door, you stepped inside and pulled up your voicemail, quickly holding your phone to your ear as you kicked your shoes off.

“Well if you want a bite of my ass for dinner, I suppose we’ll just have to stay in tonight,” Matt’s amused voice said into your ear. You winced, having forgotten about the last voicemail you’d left him. “So staying in it is. I’ll grab us dinner from that sushi place and head to your place. Just got out of court for the day so I should be there soon.” You could tell he was walking, the sound of foot traffic and car traffic a bit louder in his message at this time of day. “And you can’t bribe Fog to tell you for bagels, because I already bribed him with those very same bagels not to tell you. Like I said, you’re waiting until Halloween to find out.” A beat later when he spoke again, his voice had dropped to a sultry whisper, one that even recorded was raising the little hairs along your forearms. “And I like it when you call me baby. Especially when it’s accompanied by those little breathy moans you make.”

The voicemail ended, your jaw partially hanging open at the way he’d ended it. Remembering that your clothes were wet, you set your phone down on the coffee table and made your way into your room, trying to ignore the way Matt’s voice at the end of that message had somehow worked you up a little. 

You peeled out of your wet work clothes, changing into leggings and a sweater since Matt was coming over–it was casual and comfortable but a little more dressed up than sweatpants and a sweatshirt would have been. As you were brushing through your damp hair, you heard a knock at your door. Setting the brush back down on your dresser, you quickly left your bedroom and headed to your front door.

Pulling it open, you spotted Matt holding a bag of takeout and it was obvious he had clearly gotten soaked from the rain, too. He had a big grin on his face though, apparently unphased by the drenched dress shirt and dress pants he was wearing.

“Hey, Matty, come in,” you told him, stepping aside.

“If I couldn’t already hear you in here,” he said, entering your apartment as you closed the door behind him and took the bag of food, “I’d have been afraid you wouldn’t be home with how we kept missing each other’s calls all day.”

“Yeah,” you said with a light laugh. “That was quite frustrating. Looks like you got caught in that downpour, too. You want me to grab you some dry clothes?”

“Yes, that’d be great, sweetheart,” he told you, leaning his cane against the wall by your front door as he always did.

“So how’d court go?” you asked, setting the food on your coffee table before heading back into your bedroom.

“It was long and tedious,” Matt called back to you from the living room. “The case is going into tomorrow. One of the witness testimonies dragged on for longer than expected. But it seems to be going well. For us, at least.”

You closed your dresser drawer, holding onto a pair of his sweatpants and one of his shirts. “That’s good,” you replied, turning and heading back towards your hallway. “Hopefully that means you guys will–”

You stopped abruptly at the sight of Matt in his tight boxers, his damp clothes folded and set off to the side of the room on your floor. He shot you a cheeky grin, clearly hearing your heart pick up at the sight of him. 

“Uhm, hopefully, uh, hopefully you guys will win,” you stammered out, crossing the room towards him. You cleared your throat, holding out his clothes. “I uh–here’s some dry clothes.”

The cheeky grin was still on his face as he accepted them from you, but he didn’t immediately start dressing. Instead, his head tilted a little to the side as he shifted the clothes to his left hand, holding out his right.

“Give me your hand,” he ordered.

You blinked hard a few times in response. “Uh, what?” you asked him.

“Give me your hand,” he repeated.

Uncertainty rolling through you, you tentatively placed your hand in his. The saucy little smile on his mouth only grew before he pulled your hand behind him and placed it resolutely on his right ass cheek. Your eyes widened, heart hammering wildly in your chest.

“What are you doing?” you asked him nervously.

He shrugged, taking his hand off of yours. You were too stunned to remove your hand from his ass, though.

“Figured you’ve been staring at it long enough,” he said lightly. “Thought I’d encourage you to just grab it finally.”

“I–I–” you stammered out, brain suddenly short-circuiting. 

You were grabbing his ass– finally . There was no way words were coming out of your mouth for the next thirty seconds while your brain remembered how to function. 

Matt chuckled, tossing his dry clothes onto your coffee table. “Here,” he said, grabbing your other hand and placing it onto his other ass cheek. 

Your face went red. He chuckled again before his hands snaked their way over your hips and onto your ass. Gripping a handful of your ass in each hand, he pulled you into him and you stumbled forward.

“Now I’m going to feel up your ass before I get dressed and we sit down and eat that sushi,” Matt informed you. “So you can either stand there overthinking, or you can take the opportunity to grab my ass like I know you want to.”

Biting your lip, noticing how Matt was unphased about boldly kneading your ass in his hands, your hands gave him a little squeeze–and your jaw dropped. How was it so fucking solid ? Your hands slid downwards a bit, cupping his ass, but hell, it was so large and round you couldn’t even fit an entire cheek in your whole hand. 

Matt huffed out a laugh beside your ear. “Does it live up to your expectations?” he asked.

Shyly you squeezed his ass in your hands another time, unsure when would be the next time you’d have the nerve to grab it again. And you sure as shit wanted to commit the feel of it to memory. 

“You don’t even need the suit,” you joked lightly. “I’m pretty sure a bullet would bounce off of your ass.”

A loud peel of laughter flew out of him as his hands slid off of you. Reluctantly you removed your hands from him as well.

“I don’t think I’d want to find out, sweetheart,” he told you, a large smile on his face. “Let’s have dinner though. I want to hear how your past couple of days were.”

Wednesday Morning

You slid your desk chair back from your computer, your head darting around the side of your cubicle. Katy glanced away from her monitor towards you, a spoonful of yogurt going into her mouth. She raised a curious brow as she slid the spoon back out.

“I touched it,” you whispered.

Her eyes grew wide and she quickly swallowed down the yogurt, sliding her chair towards you. “Oh my God , finally! How was it?” she asked quickly.

“It was the roundest, firmest, perkiest ass I’ve ever touched,” you whispered.

Her eyes closed as she smiled. “Fuck, I know you haven’t touched a lot of asses so that shouldn’t mean much, but goddamn I know what you’re saying,” she whispered.

“It was well worth the wait to touch,” you told her.

Her eyes opened and her brows rose up high. “Like so perky you could bounce a roll of quarters off of it?” She pointed a firm finger at your chest as she added, “Which, by the way, you should totally do.”

You grinned, nodding. “Yes. You could bounce a roll of quarters off of it.”

She playfully swatted at your shoulder as she leaned in further. “Then girl go bounce yourself off that man’s ass like it’s a fucking trampoline.”

“ Katy ,” you scolded, catching sight of Bianca shooting you both a strange glance as she walked past.

Katy laughed, leaning back in her chair and scooting back to her desk. “What?” she asked, picking her yogurt cup back up. “It’s not like you don’t want to, is it?”

You rolled your eyes at her bluntness, sliding your chair back towards your own desk. But you’d be lying if you’d said you weren’t thinking about Matt Murdock’s ass throughout the rest of your day.

[demigodsanswer]

Finale Chapter!

Twice Upon A Pointe 13/13: Finale // Tchaikovskey Pas de Deux

April - Spring Season 

He woke up to Annabeth grumbling as she turned off her alarm. Before he could start moving to get out of bed, she rolled over and snuggled back into his side. They were still naked, and the warmth of her bare body was a welcome comfort against his. 

“What if we just skipped?” Annabeth suggested, her eyes closed. 

Percy laughed and twirled one of her curls around his finger. “Who knew New York’s star was so lazy?” She mumbled something Percy couldn’t understand. “Come on, gorgeous. It’s the first day of the season,” he reminded her. They started rehearsals in the afternoon, and before company class started Chiron would be making announcements about the Summer Season and upcoming tours. 

“So what? We could just stay here instead,” she said, a hand slipping down under the blanket, tracing its way over Percy’s abs, and then lower. 

Percy rolled over and turned her onto her back as he got on top of her. “You’re a corrupting influence, you know that?” 

Annabeth’s smile told him that she’d gotten exactly what she wanted. 

~ 

Now they were late. They finally got out of bed half an hour later, and they were scrambling to get themselves together. Annabeth showered as Percy tried to do some yoga; he showered while she did her hair and makeup. He made them a quick breakfast as she did her warmups. Percy glanced in the fridge for something to make lunches out of, but she didn’t have a lot to work with.

“I meant to go grocery shopping yesterday,” she said, picking up the pointe shoes from her coffee table. “ And I meant to finish sewing these shoes,” she said, obviously scolding herself. 

“Sorry for being such a distraction,” Percy teased. He walked over to her and pulled her in close again, his hands on her waist. She threw her arms over his shoulders.  

“No you’re not,” she said. Percy nodded in agreement. “And anyway, I’m the one who keeps jumping on you.” 

“Yeah, but I keep catching you,” he said. This time, he wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but they were kissing again, their bodies as close as they could get with their clothes still on. For a moment, Percy thought they might actually just ditch company class and spend the morning tangled up in each other. 

But Annabeth’s intercom buzzed. They jumped back from each other, both shocked by the loud, awful noise ringing through the apartment. Percy forgot this building still had that old system hooked up, but sure enough it still worked, and Beckendorf’s voice shouted at them through it. 

“Annabeth Chase, you are late!” 

She ran over and responded. “Sorry! I’m leaving now!” She promised. 

It was Beck’s first day back. He was just doing class and sitting in the back for rehearsals, but he had some hope he might be on stage again by the middle of the season. With him and Silena in the same building Percy figured they’d be traveling uptown together. But it didn’t sound like they knew he was here. 

“Come on,” Annabeth said, grabbing her to-go mug of coffee. Even though she was certainly the one who had made them late in the first place, she turned to him and said: “You can’t be late for your first day as a principal.” 

~ 

“There she is! What took you so -- Oh ho ho,” Beckendorf said. Annabeth had come down the stairs first, and his face broke into a wide, knowing, teasing smile when he saw Percy with her. “Nevermind then.” 

“We should be happy she showed up at all,” Silena said to her husband. 

“Shut up,” Annabeth said, a smile and blush on her face. 

“Did you two work things out about Miami?” Beckendorf asked. Annabeth confessed she’d told them already (“Sorry, I was just so … I didn’t know what else --” “Annabeth, it’s fine. It wasn’t a secret.”)  

Percy looked at Annabeth, who was smiling wide back at him. “Can I tell them?” She asked. 

“Sure,” Percy said. 

Annabeth stood up straight. “You are looking at New York City Ballet’s newest male Principal,” she said. 

Before he knew it, Percy was swept up in a big hug; Beckendorf lifted Percy’s feet off the floor with the force of it. “I knew you could do it, man!” He said. 

When Beck stepped away, Silena offered him a much more restrained but sweet hug. “I’m so happy for you,” she said. Silena glanced at Annabeth, “and for you,” she said with a wink. 

On the subway, Annabeth pulled out one of the shoes she hadn’t finished sewing. 

“Run out of time to finish prepping your shoes?” Beck teased. 

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. She didn’t regret a thing. 

“You know Percy, when she came back in December, she swore up and down that she would never date another company member?” Silena said. “Three weeks later she was in the costume shop talking my ear off about how much she liked you.” 

The tops of Annabeth’s ears were red. Percy smiled. If he had to spend last night watching his mother flip through albums of pictures of him, he was glad that she got at least a little proper  embarrassment right back. 

~ 

Chiron rolled up to Percy before class. He and Annabeth were warming up on the floor near each other; if Chiron noticed they’d arrived together (several of their friends had), he didn’t show it. 

“Ah, there you are Percy. Annabeth, may I borrow him?” Percy stepped to the side with Chiron. “I wanted to let you know that I’ll be announcing another promotion this morning, and I wanted to make sure I could announce yours as well,” he said. He lowered his voice more. “It would not mean you’d need to accept it,” he added. 

“Yeah, of course,” Percy said smiling. “I would love that.”

“Any sense of your leanings?” Chiron asked. 

Percy tried to stay completely neutral as he shook his head, but his eyes glanced back to Annabeth as he did, and Chiron just smiled. 

“Well, let us know,” Chiron said, wheeling away. 

Percy went back to his warmups. 

“Alright, alright,” Chiron said from the front of the room, calling everyone’s attention. “I know you’ve all been waiting to find out the details about this summer’s tour. There have been plenty of rumors about us going abroad. So I am happy to finally tell you,” a bunch of company members began slapping their thighs as a drum roll, “The New York City Ballet is officially going to Paris!” 

Annabeth grabbed Percy’s arm and smiled as the room erupted in cheers. 

“I’ll be posting details soon. We intend to take the whole company, so if you don’t want a trip to Paris, make sure to let me know.” The room was still in a celebratory uproar. “But before we go to Paris, I think we’re a little short on principal dancers in the company, don’t you?” 

There was another cheer. Percy scanned the room, and found Piper in the back. She was looking at him, her eyebrows raised. He made the same face back, and they both smiled.  

“I want to congratulate our two newest principal dancers: Piper McLean and --” there was too much cheering for Chiron to continue. He repeated “--and” several times before the room calmed down enough for him to say, “and Percy Jackson.”

Percy basked in his own celebration, trying not to turn away from or dismiss the applause. Annabeth pulled him in close for a hug, before kissing his cheek, which made people cheer louder. Finally, Piper ran over to him, pulled him up off the floor, and they hugged. The company photographer started snapping photos, so Percy lifted Piper up into a shoulder sit, both of them triumphant. 

~

“We should celebrate!” Piper said after class. “We should go dancing!” 

“Sure, because we never do that,” Percy said. He looked at Jason. “How about tequila shots?” 

Jason pretended to gag, bending over the barre as if he meant to puke behind it. “They told you about that, huh?” 

“About what?” Piper asked. 

“Jason holds the Miami City Ballet record for most tequila shots in a single night,” Percy told her. 

Both Annabeth and Piper’s eyes went wide as they looked at Jason. 

“How many?” Piper asked finally. 

“Eleven, apparently,” Jason said. “But I don’t remember anything after seven.” 

“Eleven?!” Piper and Annabeth yelled at the same time. 

“Where did you put it all?” Annabeth asked. 

“In the bushes outside the bar, mostly,” Jason said. 

When they finished laughing at Jason’s expense, Percy asked: “Have any of you been to Paris before?” 

Piper said something in French that Percy assumed translated to: “Of course. My mother is the editor of Vogue, you idiot.” Jason also had, but Annabeth shook her head. 

“I’m surprised. Seems like a place you’d love to visit,” Percy said.  

Annabeth nodded. “Well, I was actually supposed to go last summer,” she said. 

“Why didn’t you?” Piper asked. 

Annabeth laughed. “It was going to be my honeymoon.” 

~ 

Technically, news of Percy’s promotion had been published in The New York Times. 

Sure, the headline was “Piper McLean, Daughter of Movie Star Tristan McLean and Vogue Editor Venus di Milo, becomes New York City Ballet’s First Native American Principal Dancer,” but at the bottom of the article, the journalist had added, “Percy Jackson, 25, and one of McLean’s frequent dance partners, was also promoted to principal.” They’d even posted a picture of him and Piper from act two of Sleeping Beauty. 

His mom hung the story on the fridge. Percy couldn’t be mad about it. Annabeth had threatened to frame it.  

~

A week later, Percy scored a reservation at a nice Italian place not too far from Annabeth’s apartment. After rehearsal, she’d shut herself in her bathroom for forty-five minutes, and came back out with her hair down in perfect curls, her makeup impeccable, and her dress a dark red wine color. Performing arts had given Percy an appreciation for how long it took to get hair, makeup, and clothes just right. If it wasn’t for that appreciation, he’d’ve thrown her right onto the bed and ravished her right there. 

Instead, he settled for a kiss. “You’re beautiful,” he muttered, his mouth still against hers. 

“Come on, I want that dinner,” she said, pulling him out of the apartment with her. 

Annabeth was seated across from him, and she hadn’t stopped smiling the whole time. She looked radiant, and all Percy wanted to do was keep her laughing and smiling for the rest of … well, forever. 

He reached for his phone in his pocket. “Could I take a picture of you?” He asked. 

He worried the request would make her nervous, or trigger something, but she just smiled more. 

“Yeah, of course,” she said. She posed a little and Percy snapped some photos. He’d played photographer for Piper enough to know that the best thing to do was just keep taking pictures. She started to move a little, letting him get some more candid ones. 

After a few seconds, he put his phone down. He’d look at them later. 

“Thanks,” he said. 

She leaned in, reaching her hand across the table to him. “As long as my clothes are on, you don’t have to ask,” she told him. 

Percy took her hand, kissing her knuckles. “I probably still will.” Annabeth just kept smiling. 

On their drive home, she asked to see the pictures. He handed her his phone and told her the passcode without giving it much thought. 

“Can I delete the ones I don’t like?” She asked. 

“They’re pictures of you. You can do whatever you want with them,” he said. She kissed his cheek. 

Percy watched as she scrolled. She deleted a few where she had her eyes closed, or where he’d caught her in between facial expressions, but most of them she left. 

There was one towards the end that had Percy saying “Wow,” involuntarily. It was a simple picture, one of the more candid ones. Annabeth’s head was tilted down and to the side, so the picture caught mostly her profile, but her eyes were turned up towards him. Her blonde hair was swept to one side, perfectly arranged, and her hand rested on the table, her fingers reaching out towards him, her smile soft. She looked like … a princess, Percy thought. She looked like a goddamn Disney Princess. Or a Barbie Doll. He almost laughed. Of course she did. 

Annabeth smiled, clicked on the share icon, and changed it to Percy’s lockscreen background. 

“Can I post this on Instagram?” She asked once she’d done that. 

“Mine or yours?” Percy asked. 

“Yours.” 

He nodded. “What’s the caption going to be?” 

He watched Annabeth type “ My dream girl 😍 ” into the box before posting it. 

~

Later that night, as they laid in the dark together, his arm over her side, her hair in his face, he finally summoned up all his courage. He pressed a kiss into her temple and whispered, “I love you.” 

Annabeth rolled over. Even in the dark, he could tell her gray eyes were wide. Percy worried for a moment that it was too soon for a confession like that. Maybe it was. No, it definitely was. It was dumb. He shouldn’t have said it. 

But she just smiled, and said in a shaky voice, “I love you so much.” 

They leaned in at the same time, and before they knew it, all thoughts of sleep had abandoned them in favor of something else entirely. It was almost a contest to see who could repeat the refrain the most. 

The next morning, they woke up late, basking in the day off, before resuming their contest. Percy had a feeling this wasn’t exactly what Balanchine imagined when he choreographed Agon. But Percy was glad to finally have an answer for what they were competing for, and that, yes, the were lovers in every sense of the word.  

~

His Miami offer arrived later that week. They were offering more money than New York. But when Percy told Chiron, he just said: “Give me a week.” 

Chiron came back with a stronger counter offer. Annabeth had been right (of course). He was able to get a little more money out of Chiron. More money for future stuff, he thought. 

He emailed Lupa Chiron’s new offer. She only responded that they could not go above Chiron’s pay, but that she could match it. 

So, on April twenty-first, Percy signed his contract to officially become a New York City Ballet principal dancer. His mother cried for him all over again, and Estelle and Paul bought him a new cake. 

May - Spring Season 

Percy wasn’t not loving A Midsummer Night’s Dream. 

Annabeth sobbed and reached for him, but Percy dodged. She reached for him again, getting her arms around his neck and leaning forward, her face against his chest. He pulled her off. Finally, when she was sitting on the ground, shoulders shaking, he moved as if to kick her, but he held back, giving up and walking away. 

“Alright, pause there,” Mr. D said. He called the second cast Demetrius and Helena up to run it

Percy offered Annabeth a hand, helping her off the floor before they moved to the back of the room to rest their legs a moment. 

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered to her. 

“For what?” She asked. 

“Being mean to you,” he explained. 

“In the ballet?” 

After a few days of rehearsals, they’d been cast as Demetrius and Helena in Midsummer Night’s Dream, opposite Jason’s Lysander and Piper’s Hermia. The ballet matched the comic tone of Shakespeare’s play, but that meant exaggerated solos, pas de deux, and other dances between three or even all four of the lovers, where the men were either pushing them away or grabbing them, while one or the other of the girls had to cover their face, hunch their back, and pretend to sob about their scorned love. 

Needless to say, Percy was not enjoying playing Annabeth’s Demetrius. 

“Yeah, I feel bad,” he said. 

She touched his face gently. “You’re too sweet,” she said. “Just play it up like Piper and I do with the crying. It’s meant to be funny. Don’t overthink it.” 

“I’ll give it a try,” he promised. 

It was, at least, a fun technical challenge. There was a lot of push and pull. He needed to look completely disinterested in her, as if he were trying to push her away, while still holding her steady and supporting her in all the ways he’d been trained to support a partner. 

There was also plenty of acting and gesticulating. He shook his hands at her constantly, as if to say: Why won’t you leave me alone ? while she sobbed dramatically. 

But he couldn’t help himself. After their next run through, he still found himself saying “sorry about that.” 

~

“Are you okay with our roles in Midsummer? ” She asked that night. He was staying over again. He’d been staying over most nights, honestly. They were already tucked into bed, cuddling together in a position half way between sitting up and laying down. 

He shrugged. “I’m having a lot of fun and I love dancing with you, but I don’t even like pretending I would ever treat you like that,” he said. 

Annabeth ran her fingers through his hair. It was comforting. They were in their pajamas -- or, she was, he was in his boxers. They hadn’t slept together when they got home. Percy just cooked a dinner that they ate on the couch, and then he rubbed her feet and calves. It had been blissfully domestic. 

“I don’t think you ever would,” she said. “I just want to make sure it’s not too triggering for you.” 

Percy shook his head. “No, I just might need to apologize to you six thousand times between now and the end of the run.” 

She smiled. “Okay, baby.” Annabeth slipped further under the covers, lying all the way down. Percy took that as his cue. He turned off the light before rolling over to hold her as little spoon until she fell asleep. 

~

The girls got to wear beautiful Grecian gowns that went nearly to the floor. Annabeth's was a magenta color, and Piper’s was light blue. Their hair was down, with pieces braided across the top to keep it out of their eyes. 

And Percy and Jason looked like discount Lord Farquaads. Their wigs were horrendous bobs with little caps on the top. 

“The idea that any woman, let alone two women, would run into the woods after us is completely ridiculous,” Percy said. 

“This is awful,” Jason said, pulling at the long blonde strands of his wig. “Do we really need to wear these?” 

“It was Balanchine’s vision, take it up with him,” Silena said as she finished noting down some small adjustments and repairs. 

“Anyone got a ouija board? I have to file a complaint,” Percy asked the room. 

The capes were almost worse. They didn’t look bad like the wigs did, but dancing in them was a challenge. They kept swinging around, throwing off the position of their arms as they spun and jumped.  

Despite the costumes, the wigs, and Precy’s ongoing need to apologize to Annabeth after nearly every scene, the show had been a smashing success. 

Percy felt a bit like son of the year too. He’d managed to secure a solid group discount for Paul to take his AP Lit students to see one of the matinee shows as a field trip. Sure, that meant all of Paul’s students saw Percy in a wig that made him look like a little lad who loves berries and cream, but their laughter echoed throughout the ballet. Percy felt so great he almost forgot to apologize to Annabeth. 

“Sorry,” he said, kissing the side of her head after the curtain call. 

Almost . 

June - Summer Break 

“You two do get your own room,” Sally told them, as she opened the door to the cabin. “It is meant for two.” 

“Wait,” Percy said, “you’re putting us in that room? What about the room I usually stay in?” 

“That’s got a twin bed,” Sally said, walking him and Annabeth to the room. On the way, she pointed out the bathroom for Annabeth. 

When Annabeth saw the bunk beds, she started laughing into Percy’s shoulder as he said, “These are also twin beds, Mom.” 

“But there’s two of them,” she said. 

Annabeth just walked into the room and tossed her duffle bag onto the top bunk. “Dibs!” 

It didn’t take long for everyone to decide to head down to the beach. 

“I can’t believe you’re making us stay in bunk beds,” Percy complained while Annabeth changed in the bathroom. 

“Oh Percy, it’s just the bigger room. One way or another you two were sharing a twin bed. Might as well give you more space.” Sally reached into her beach bag and pulled out a box of condoms. Percy’s face went red as she handed them to him. He slipped them into his swimsuit pocket quickly. 

“Mom --!” 

“I just want to make sure you two are extra careful. You and Stella were both conceived in this cabin.” 

“Hey, so I could have lived the rest of my life without knowing that,” he said, the most uncomfortable he’d ever been.

Later that night, they took turns showering off the salt, sand, and s’mores. 

When Percy came back from his shower, Annabeth was laying on the top bunk. 

“You’re not actually sleeping up there without me, are you?” He asked. 

“Come on, it’s fun. It reminds me of the dorms at SAB.” 

“I never stayed in the dorms,” he reminded her. 

“Right,” she said. 

“What was it like?” Percy asked as he got dressed for bed. 

She shrugged. “Fine. Some drama, naturally, but it was a lot of fun.” She rolled over and watched him towel off. “But I remember, there was this one kid in my year, Matt Sloan, who was just such a bully to everyone. Right before I got taken into the company, I’d had enough. I mean, he was being a real jerk about this boy I danced with in pas de deux class,” Percy tilted his head and smiled, as he realized she had no memory of what boy she was talking about, “and it was so unfair. So, at night when no one was in the little kitchen areas they had for us to keep snacks and stuff, I went in and I would just … squeeze his fruit.” 

Percy laughed. “I’m sorry, what?” 

“I would just,” she made fists with her hands, “squeeze all his pears so they would get brown spots.” 

“That’s the most incredible petty revenge I’ve ever heard,” he said. He walked over to the bed, and rested his arms on her mattress, putting his face close to hers. “You squeezed Matt Sloan’s fruit all for the boy you were dancing with in pas de deux class?” He asked. 

Annabeth ran a hand through his damp hair. “Don’t be jealous, I don’t even remember who he was.” 

Percy smiled. “It was right before you got into the company?” He asked. She nodded. “You know, I was in that class.” 

“You were?” 

“Sure was.”

“Any idea who I squeezed fruit for?” 

“Annabeth …” He said. She still looked clueless. He kissed her. “It was me.” 

“Ha, no it wasn’t,” she said. 

“Yes, it was. We danced together for three weeks. You taught me a lot actually,” he said. 

“I don’t believe you,” she said after a moment of quiet, “I think I’d remember if it was you.” 

Percy tilted his head to one side. “Would you?” He asked. 

“Yes, because I love you very much. And I know we didn’t meet until Saratoga in 2017,” she said. 

Percy just kissed her gently. “It was me,” he promised. 

“If you say so,” she said. 

He kissed her again. “Now you’re just being stubborn.” 

Annabeth gasped dramatically. “When have I ever, in my entire life, been stubborn?” She asked in an exaggerated voice that told him she was (mostly) dragging this out for her own amusement. Percy didn’t press the issue any further, lest he wake up to find her bruising the bananas and peaches they’d brought with them. 

He turned off the lights and slipped into his bottom bunk bed. After a few minutes, she still hadn’t come down to join him. He put his leg up in the air, resting his toes on the underside of her mattress, and then he started to shake it. 

“Annabeth,” he whined. 

“Alright, you big baby,” she said, climbing down out of her bed and onto his. 

For all her talk about staying in her own top bunk, it only took a few kisses and a gentle touch here and there before Annabeth was in his lap. 

“Condoms?” she asked in a hushed voice. 

“In my bag,” he told her. 

She sat up to grab them, but she moved too quickly, and the back of her head hit the bed frame of the top bunk. 

“Oh no,” Percy said, carefully pulling her back down to him, holding her close and rubbing her head, “are you okay?” 

“Fuck these beds. Maybe tomorrow we’ll just sleep on the beach,” she grumbled. 

~

“Do you know what today is?” She asked, rolling over on her towel to face him. Her bathing suit was a white bikini with little strawberries on it, and Percy thought they looked good enough to eat. 

“The sixteenth?” He said. 

She nodded. “It would have been my one year wedding anniversary today.” 

“Oh.” He scooted closer to her. “How do you feel?” He asked. 

She just smiled and rested a hand on his face. “How do you think I feel?” She rolled onto her back, her long, lean legs stretched out towards the ocean. “I can't help but feel like, if I’d gone through with it … that marriage never would have lasted the year. I think the moment I danced with you in rehearsal, I knew. I think that, even if I was married, I would have known.” 

“Known what?” He asked. 

“That it was always supposed to be you.” 

July - Summer Season 

The company brought Midsummer Night’s Dream on the summer tour to Saratoga. They had three weeks in Saratoga, a few weeks off, and then they headed to Paris. 

They kept the casting consistent, meaning Percy was back to his routine of apologizing. 

During their last show, Chiron found Percy in the wings. He was watching Oberon’s solo. It had been one of Edward Villella’s roles. Percy had always felt most comfortable in the roles Balanchine had choreographed for Villella, especially Tarantella. Percy couldn’t help but stare in envy as he watched Chris Rodriguez do the quick series of jumps, wishing that was his role instead of Demetrius. 

“That role would suit you,” Chiron said, as if reading his mind. “The next time we do Midsummer, you are my Oberon.” 

“Really?” He asked. “Is that a promise?” 

Chiron nodded. “I said the same thing to Annabeth about Aurora when she was eighteen. Once I see the perfect casting, only injuries can make me deviate.” 

“It took you eight years to stage Beauty again, though,” Percy said. 

“I was waiting for the right moment,” Chiron said, before wheeling away. Percy had no regrets about his decision to stay in New York, but he had to appreciate that Lupa was not nearly as cryptic as he was. 

~

The theater in Saratoga was outside, which meant bugs were much more common. They loved the fake woods of their Midsummer set. 

He’d spent enough time in Annabeth’s apartment to know that even the smallest spider could send her into a panic. So he knew that if she noticed there was a spider on her shoulder she would … well she was a professional. Maybe she wouldn’t scream and cry. But Percy didn’t want to take that risk. 

Percy wasn’t supposed to push her. It was supposed to be a gentle tap to her shoulder to cue her to move on her own, and then Percy would follow through with the pushing movement, allowing her lead in faux-shove, his hand following where she went, keeping her in control of the where and when of the motion. But this time, he put just a little more force into it, squishing the spider against his hand, but taking away just a bit of her control. 

He tried to wipe it off on his costume discretely as Annabeth fake fell. There wasn’t enough force in the shove to actually send her to the ground without her being in total control, but she did stumble a bit more on her way there. When she found her landing spot, he could see in her eyes that she felt something different in his action. 

When they made it off stage, he went to apologize, but before he could she hissed: “What the hell?” 

“Sorry, there was a spider,” he said. A few of its little buggy legs were still stuck to his hand. One of her hands flew to her mouth, the other to the shoulder he’d shoved, before pulling that one away as if the ghost of the spider still lingered. 

“Oh my god, thank you, ” she said. Percy went to hug her, but she stepped back. “Wash your hand before you touch me,” she said. 

Percy laughed and did as he was told. 

August - Paris Tour 

The Paris tour program was themed, unofficially, around romance. Chiron didn’t say it, but everyone picked up on it. The first half was Serenade, Fancy Free, and the Sleeping Beauty wedding pas de deux. The second half was “Emeralds,” The Romeo and Juliet balcony pas de deux, and it all ended with Tchaikovsky Pas De Deux.  

They were only doing six days of performances with two casts. And Percy found his name on the schedule twice: first cast Sleeping Beauty and second cast Tchai Pas. 

And both were with Annabeth. 

The Paris tour program was themed, for Percy and Annabeth at least, after fish dives. 

They took to the stage for the Wedding Pas as Fancy Free was clearing out. Fancy Free was a heels ballet about sailors on leave in World War II wooing three ladies in a bar. It was the first time Piper and Beckendorf had been cast together. Beckendorf was the shy boy, and Piper was the girl he tried to woo. Percy thought they looked great, and he had to assume this was a trial run for her promised debut in Slaughter that Fall. Beckendorf was back in full swing now, and Paris was truly his triumphant return, as he led Fancy Free and Emeralds. 

“I think the four of us are going to become interchangeable to Chiron,” Piper said on her way off stage once the curtain fell. She was in a 1940s hair style, dress, and shoes. Annabeth was standing next to her in a princess tutu in a tiara. They made quite the strange scene. He and Beck next to each other didn’t look any more normal -- a sailor and a prince. 

“You looked amazing,” Annabeth said. 

“Don’t drop her,” Piper said to Percy, as she walked away, hurrying the two of them to the stage. 

They hadn’t brought the set with them, or dressed up the corps to play wedding guests. This time, it was just the two of them on an empty stage, with nothing but the music and their dancing to fill the space. 

“Back where we started,” Percy said. They had another moment before the curtain was set to rise, and Annabeth used it to lean up and kiss him. 

They took their place, his hand on her hip, and when the curtain rose, there was a gasp from the audience. For a moment, Percy panicked, worried that something had gone horribly wrong. But no, he realized, it was anticipation and admiration. He and Annabeth hadn’t even moved yet, and the audience was already stunned. 

In their very first rehearsal back in January, Percy had walked to the front of the room expecting to just piece this pas together with her. He expected starts and stops. He expected looks of disappointment from Chiron and Annabeth. But then the music just kept playing. There was nothing to piece together. They already had it. 

And they hadn’t lost it. 

The two of them only had a handful of rehearsals to get this dance back in their bodies. All of their rehearsal time had gone to Tchai Pas, but the audience would never have known. Percy felt like they were born to dance this role together. 

As she squeezed her leg around him, holding on for that final no-arms fish dive, Percy basked in how truly easy it was to show people how much he loved Aurora. 

~

Tchaikovsky Pas De Deux  was set to a piece of music Tchaikovsky had cut from Swan Lake. Balanchine took the music and choreographed one of his most iconic pieces. It was a ballet that took a tremendous amount of risks in such a short performance. But to Percy, all of that risk just felt like trust. How much could a dancer trust their partner? 

At the start of rehearsals, Percy was surprised to find out it wasn’t just his debut. 

“I hope I can do this,” Annabeth said. 

“You’ll be amazing,” Percy promised her.

It was a twelve-minute piece that blended the speed of Balanchine’s rep with classical grace and beauty. There were big jumps and fast turns, but it was also romantic and flirtatious. There was space to play with the musicality, and every time they rehearsed it, Percy felt like he learned something new about his dancing, and about Annabeth as a partner. It pushed them both to work harder. They had to stretch their skills to the breaking point and really, properly improve their technique and speed. Their trust was solid, though. That didn't need any work. 

As they danced it, Percy realized he had been wrong. Carousel wasn’t the perfect ballet for them. It wasn’t even Sleeping Beauty. This was it. It was everything great about the two of them blended together in one beautiful and self-contained piece of choreography. Maybe she'd been born to dance Aurora. Maybe he was made for Tarantella. But this one was for them together. It was always supposed to be them.

Annabeth was in a peach-colored costume with a flowing skirt that moved like water around her with every lift, spin, and jump. Percy loved to watch it move, and when he wasn’t on stage, he found himself completely transfixed on it and the woman wearing it. 

Their pas before the solos ended with a new style of fish dive for them. Annabeth crossed her arms at her lower belly, and Percy stood behind her. He took her hands around to her back, lacing their fingers together as he lifted. Annabeth lifted her feet off the ground, and her weight was held up by the grip of their hands, and balanced on her forearms. They smiled at the audience as if to say it’s too easy. 

It was not too easy, but that was what made ballet fun. You did something impossible and made it look beautiful.

The tempo for Annabeth’s solo was fast, and she had to work hard to stay on the music. But she did, every time. Really, she made it look easy. 

As she did a series of quick passé’ s, bringing her foot up to her knee, and then back down, switching which leg came up each time, she was able to play with her accents. She held the balance of the third on just a little longer, smirking at the audience, flirting with them. 

Percy stood in the wings watching her, his chest still heaving from his own jump-heavy solo. Let anyone say she can’t keep up now, he thought. The company’s videographer was in the audience recording their tour for the company’s record and social media channels. This would make it online, he was sure of it. There was no slowing down this tempo, there was no letting her off easy. Annabeth had worked hard to get this just right, and now she was on stage making it look like it was no big deal. 

He came out for the coda with another huge series of jumps, and when he made his exit, she entered for another series of jumps onto pointe, landing on her toe, the other leg out behind her in arabesque. Then she had pique turns, doing a series of small spins as she traced a large circle around the stage. Finally, when she was completely exhausted, Annabeth had to do a series of fouette turns. She had to stay on one leg while she kicked the other out to keep momentum going in the spin. She threw in a double, even a triple when she could. And just for fun, she added some arm movements to the turns. 

She’s a star, Percy thought, and Balanchine’s dancer through and through. 

Their final coda ended with two more fish dives. The tempo of the music picked up, and Annabeth ran towards him. She jumped into his arms, and he caught her mid-air. There was no hand on her waist to guide her down, no grip on her hands. All they had was her total and complete trust that he would catch her. 

They earned another collective gasp from the audience as Annabeth jumped head first towards the floor. She started her jump from as far away from Percy as they could manage. 

He caught her, of course, before standing her up to do the same thing in the other direction. 

They danced the final measure, and then he pressed her up above his head, his hands on her back, his arms straight up, as she leaned back and extended one leg towards the ceiling. He carried her off to a triumph of applause. He’d been a principal for months, but in that moment he really felt it. He was a star in the company in his own right. And now, he had international praise as well. 

They took their bows. They were composed, lovely, and the perfect end to a great show. 

And then they made their way back into the wings, and she jumped on him. Percy’s heart pounded in his chest, working overtime after the ballet and with the sheer fact of how much he adored her. They held on tight to each other; Annabeth’s legs were wrapped around his waist as he spun her around. He kissed her cheek over and over as she told him how much she loved him. It was so clear to him just how right she'd been: it was always meant to be them. 

~ 

The tour in Paris ended with a gala dinner reception. The formal event had forced Percy into a suit, but he couldn’t complain when it had also given him the opportunity to see Annabeth in a floor-length, dark blue gown. It was sleeveless, showing off her arms and collar bone, but it covered everything else. It sparkled in the light; the glitter seemed woven into the fabric, as if she’d hung the stars on her dress. She had a string of gray pearls that matched her eyes. They had been a gift from her father when she’d made principal. She’d pinned her curls up in an elaborate updo, looser than a ballet bun but evocative of the look she wore so well. 

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. 

When enough time had passed that making their exit wouldn’t be seen as impolite, Piper collected them -- Percy, Annabeth, Beckendorf, SIlena, and Jason -- and got them into the back of her mother’s car. She spoke to the driver in her perfect French. 

Being friends with Piper was truly paying off now. Her mother had gotten them suits at the Ritz when she found out what sub-par (by her standards) hotel the ballet was housing them in. She’d hired a driver for her daughter, and gotten her reservations at the best restaurants in town. All Piper had to do was pose in some ballet-core spread when she got home. An easy trade, she insisted. Percy had to agree. 

Their evening plan had been Silena’s idea. All of them -- even Piper -- wanted to see the Eiffel Tower lit up at night, and Silena had suggested waiting for the night of the gala. 

“We will be dressed to the nines. Perfect for pictures.”

In the car, Annabeth squeezed Percy’s hand with excitement. She’d made a list of all the museums and monuments she wanted to see, and had drafted an itinerary for them. They were staying in Paris an extra two weeks to make sure they saw it all. The Tower hadn’t been her number one attraction, but of course it had been on the list. And now it would be the first thing they crossed off. 

Tomorrow, though, they were scheduled for “stay in the hotel and …” until their triple date dinner reservations at 7:30. 

Piper had the driver drop them on the other side of the pont d’léna so they could walk over the bridge for maximum romance. 

Annabeth pulled Percy along, somehow moving faster than him despite her high heels. Percy let himself hang back just a bit. 

“Can I take your picture?” He asked, calling after her. 

“Yes!” She yelled back to him, not slowing her pace at all. 

He got a few from the back, with the Tower glittering in the distance. She turned towards him, and he captured a few blurry ones where the city lights blended with her gold hair. Without a doubt, her smile was the brightest thing in the photo. 

Silena took the phone from him before posing the two together. They were still on the bridge, not even close to being in front of the monument, but Silena wasn’t passing up the opportunity. They did a few cute poses, before Annabeth turned Percy’s head towards her. She pulled him in for a kiss, her finger resting under his chin, and then she dipped him backwards for once, her arms holding him steady under his back. 

“Well, that’s perfect,” Silena said, before handing Percy his phone back. 

“Now, come on,” Annabeth said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the Eiffel Tower. She stayed ahead of him, occasionally looking back to make sure she hadn’t lost him. Percy just kept his eyes forward, always on her, taking her in -- every inch, every ounce of joy, and every excited little laugh. Every bit of it he savored. 

And for once, he didn’t look back.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

With Good Weather Brings Good Breedings. (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Poly!KiriBaku x Black!Bunny Girl!Reader

Synopsis: In which your spring cycle comes a little earlier than usual and you’re too afraid of your boyfriends–whom you’ve been dating for five months–thinking you’re weird instead of telling them about your cycle during mating season. However, during a picnic thrown especially for you, your two favorite pros are more aware than you realize and are more than happy to help you with your little problem.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS STAY TF AWAY), Poly Romance, AgedUp!Pro!Bakugou & Kiri (they’re in their late 20s), Black!Reader, Bunny Girl!Reader, Mating Cycle, In Heat, Dick Crazed, Public Sex/Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Foreplay, Nipple Play, Light Foot Fetish (Toe Sucking), Clit Stimulation, Overstimulation, Deepthroating, Biting/Nibbling, Hair/Ear Pulling, Tail Stroking, Spanking, Face Fucking, Light Hints of Dacryphilia, Degradation, Name Calling, Pet Names, Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Full Nelson, Mating Press), Non-Protected PIV/Non-Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Mentions of Breeding, Squirting, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Happy spring, y’all!! Decided to celebrate by giving y’all another smutty short fic. You’re welcome, enjoy & thank you tons for the love on my work so far. Stay safe out there cuz COVID ain’t over. Wear your mask!! -Jazz

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Read on AO3 here!

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CHAPTER TWO: Fever

The next day is Friday, which means you don’t have to go to work until noon.

Which gives you just enough time to work out what to say to your boyfriends when you see them at work.

Since yesterday when Mina and Jirou gave you some good advice that you may or may not take, you’ve been suffering in silence with your anxiety over what to do next.

You lie in your bed now in your bunny PJs, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom. You’ve been up since 7 AM contemplating whether to call Kiri and Bakugou, ask them to lunch, or visit tonight to talk things over. No amount of yoga or meditation you did earlier soothed you either. You were buzzing with anticipation and anxiety, making your stomach turn before you even had breakfast.

You rolled over to stare at your phone on the charger next to your bed. You should probably call. ‘But what if they’re sleep?’ you wonder. Still, you could shoot them a text. But how should you start it? How would you even start the conversation once you’re face to face with them?

You know logically, it’s not that hard, but it’s easier said than done. You groan, throwing an arm over your eyes. Almost as if punishing you for your acting so bizarre and forcing you to face your shit, your phone rings.

You look, finding Kiri’s name flashing across your screen. Your heart begins to pound against your chest and your stomach flips. With a deep breath, you reach for your phone and answer the call. “Hello?” you answer, making your voice sound groggy and soft as if you just woke up and you weren’t awake for hours dwelling over your life’s decisions.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Kiri’s deep, raspy voice fills your ear, making warmth curl into your core. “How’s it goin’ this morning? We missed you yesterday.”

“Good morning,” you reply and fake a yawn.

“Shit, were you sleep?” he asks, sounding apologetic. “I thought you’d be up by now since it’s 10 AM.” “She doesn’t go into work till noon, dumbass!” Bakugou growls in the background. “I told your ass to wait till then!”

“Bakugou says hi,” Kiri sighs as you giggle to yourself. “As you can see, we’re together and driving to work now. Just wanted to give you a call and see how your day went yesterday since we didn’t get a chance to talk last night.”

You remember coming home early from work yesterday before sunset and falling asleep before ten while Bakugou and Kiri were out patrolling for the night till about midnight. You don’t know how they stay so upbeat and resilient despite the long hours of being on the streets, not to mention fighting crime and getting bruised, beaten, and banged up. These are just two of the reasons why you adore them so much.

“It was fine,” you say on your back, still looking up at the ceiling. “I met up with Mina and Jirou; they said hi.” You roll over onto your stomach, giving your tail time to stretch. “I missed y’all though. The office was a little less bright without you seein’ you two waltz in.”

“Well, lucky for you, baby, we’ll be there all day today,” Kiri chuckles, the pet name making you stupidly smile into the phone.

“So what’s up with today?” Bakugou asks, getting right to the point. “You still got your break at two today, right?”

“Yep,” you reply. “I’m at work from 12 to 6 today since I come in at noon. How come?”

“Just asking,” Kiri replies. You can hear the smile in his voice. “Wanna make sure you eat in between work, y’know? You’re always hustling in there. I can see why your boss likes you.”

“A little too much, if you ask me,” Bakugou grumbles, making you roll your eyes. He’s always had this theory that your boss is trying to get a piece of you. “It’s bad enough you got that cute lil’ cotton tail.”

Hearing him talk about your tail like that–something you’re a bit insecure about anyway–does something to you. “Mmm, definitely,” Kiri purrs, sounding positively hungry for you. “Not to mention those damn skirts and work pants you wear. I’d wish you let those ears of yours free too.”

You find yourself pushing your thighs together as warmth curls into your core at their sweet words. These are just a few examples of how they sweet-talk you. Most of it is done when you’re all intertwined with one another on your couches or beds, lips moving against skin, and hands all over each other.

Bakugou’s fingers would be caressing your jaw as he whispered to you in his graveled, baritone voice, “Why are you so fuckin’ cute? I just wanna eat you up.”

And Kiri, with his hands caressing your hips and fingers coaxing you out of your top, would chuckle in your ear, “He means in, mama. Not that he’d get any farther than me. My tongue would be between your thighs before he could blink.”

You desperately want that now as your mind wanders to unholy places. “You know I can’t do that, ‘Suki,” you tell the grumpy blonde over the phone. “I only put my ears back to avoid the looks and unwanted tugs from snot-nosed kids and pervs on the street. It’s bad enough I have to ruin my clothes to let my tail breathe.”

“So If I say I wanna tug at your ears with your consent, does that make me a perv too?” Kiri asks curiously. His question makes you laugh. “You sayin’ that as if I wouldn’t let you,” you boldly reply, your fingers toying with the collar of your shirt.

“Oh, would you now?” Kiri chuckles suggestively as Bakugou groans in the background, the sound making your clit jump excitedly. “Keep talkin’ like that, baby girl, and we’ll come right over there.”

“Promise,” Bakugou growls, pure conviction in his voice.

“I…” The words die in your throat suddenly, but not that you would have a good response to that anyway. You already created a trap for yourself that exposed your deviant, horny side to your boyfriends.

And just like that, something happens to you in that moment. A switch flips and you find your body reacting immediately. Your skin becomes hot and clammy, your heartbeat accelerates, and your face flushes as if you’re growing a fever. That warm feeling in your core that grew at the sound of your boyfriends’ voices grows, as well as the wetness that had begun to coat your pussy walls. You’re suddenly soaked, ruining your panties despite no stimulation.

‘What the fuck?’ you think.

“Baby?” Kiri questions, and you realize you’ve been silent. “You still there?”

The pet name he uses only seems to make things worse. You cover your mouth to hide a whimper of need, swallowing it down. “U-Uh, yeah,” you stutter out as you abruptly sit up. “I just realized I need to clean my apartment before work. I-I have to go.”

“Well, okay,” Kiri replies, obviously noticing your sudden change in demeanor. “Just don’t work yourself too hard.” A grin splits across his face as he teasingly purrs into your ear, “That’s our job.”

Your body reacts immediately, even to Bakugou’s sexy ass laugh in the background. Especially your pussy. It’s as if she has a mind of her own as she clenches around nothing and gushes in your panties.

Not to mention your ears and tail. They twitch and are sensitive to the touch, even as you lightly brush the tip of your ear. Sparks of pleasure shoot into your core and you bite back a soft moan.

“Y-Yeah, okay!” you quickly reply. “I’ll see you guys at work. Be safe, bye!” The goodbye is practically word vomit, but enough to get you out of that call. Quickly, you hang up, toss your phone aside, and move to your mirror to check yourself out.

The woman staring back at you is not at all you. She looks feverish, her forehead coated in a light sheen of sweat and her face flushed. The fluffy rabbit ears atop her head are standing at attention, the fur standing on end as if stimulated beforehand. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breasts jiggling slightly as she attempts to catch her breath.

“No,” you whisper to your reflection, your eyes wide with panic. “No, no, no!”

You immediately race to your calendar and trace the dates to March 20th. Next week on Tuesday. The first day of spring. Also the day you’re supposed to begin your spring cycle.

However, with the symptoms you’re showing now, you know damn well that isn’t the case. You’re on your spring cycle early.

“Fuck!” you shout, your hands going to your hair. How is this happening? You thought you had more time to prepare yourself. How is it here this early?

Your pussy pulses again and you buckle, dropping to your knees with a yelp. Your hands immediately go to cup the space between your thighs which is completely damp, your PJ shorts soaked through the fabric.

You roll onto your back with a whimper and buck your hips in the air, your body moving on its own. Your pussy throbs and aches, desperate for something to cure you of your fever. “Okay, okay!” you groan at your body’s complaints.

You have about two hours until you’re due for work, so you hurry to pick yourself up off the floor and dig into your bedside dresser into your goodies drawer. Some extra condoms for hookups, a rose, and your trusty vibrator sit in there, beckoning you forward.

You pick up your vibe which you specifically got for the different settings, speeds, and the anal plug attached to it. Quickly, you lie back against the plush pillows on your bed and turn your vibe onto the second setting.

Slow enough to start but fast enough to build up tempo. You pull down your shorts and panties immediately, hissing softly as the cool air hits your sobbing wet pussy. There’s no way you can go to work like this. So you’ll have to solve this problem yourself.

‘Your boys would help you solve this problem,’ you think to yourself, that deviant, needy, desperate side of you making an appearance. ‘They’d come right over if you asked and help you out. They’d fuck you from dusk till dawn.’

A whimper escapes your lips as you press the vibe to your aching clit. As soon as the vibrations hit the bundle of nerves there, your toes curl and your mouth opens into a silent O. Your eyes flutter closed as you drift off into a land of fantasy, your mind going blank except for the visions of your boyfriends behind your mind’s eye.

You can see them now: them entering your bedroom door to find you with your vibe between your legs, a whimpering, needy mess. They’d smirk deviously down at you, lust in their vermillion eyes.

They wouldn’t have to ask if you want them; they’d know from the pleading gaze you’d give them. You’d watch as they strip themselves of every article of clothing they’d have on until they’re forgotten on your bedroom floor.

Your eyes would trace every ripple of muscle, every scar, and imperfection that just makes them sexier. They’d let you touch their pecs and abs, your fingers trailing over soft, heated skin and their biceps, squeezing and appreciating their impressive builds.

And then your eyes would go to their cocks: hard, thick, and veiny, standing at attention and dripping in precum. Just for you. “Well?” Bakugou would growl at you. “Don’t just look at ‘em, you pretty dumbass. Do somethin’ with ‘em.”

“We took ‘em out for you, gorgeous,” Kiri would coo down at you, standing on his knees on your mattress. “Touch them. Taste them. Let us know how much you want them.” They’d both push their hips out toward you, pushing their cocks in your face.

You’d be ravenous as you’d wrap your hands around their shafts and slowly begin to stroke your hands up and down, enjoying the soft moans and grunts that leave their luscious lips at the feeling. Your pussy would gush and throb knowing you’re making them feel that good.

Then your mouth would be on them, one at a time, sucking each of them off. You’d switch between their cocks, stroking one while sucking the other, your tongue lapping at their heads. As your boys toss their heads back and become louder with their moans, they’d touch your little cotton tail and ears, stroking and gently tugging at them to your liking. You’d whimper and moan around one of their cocks in your throat, doing your best to keep focus.

“Such a naughty girl,” Kiri would breathlessly laugh as he toyed with your ears. “Such a good little bunny.” He’d say the same thing between your thighs, his hands holding your legs apart with impressive strength.

Or maybe Bakugou would do that for him. He’d be sitting behind you while you’d lean against his broad chest, his big hands holding your legs open by your ankles while Kiri lapped at your pussy, sucking gently on your clit.

Your eyes would flutter closed at the sheer pleasure, your mind going blank. “Uh-uh, mama,” Kiri would coo into your pussy. “Eyes on me.” His ruby gaze would stare you down from between your twitching thighs.

“No,” Bakugou would growl, turning your face to face him by your chin. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. Just on me.” His fingers would tweak and pinch your hard nipples, making your toes curl and your voice come out in broken moans and syllables of their names.

Then they’d switch: Bakugou would then be eating your pussy while Kiri toyed with your nipples and ears, sending your body into overdrive as you writhed and moaned, begging them for release.

The same teasing would ensue when they finally fucked you. They’d have you in every single position known to man: doggy style; missionary; cowgirl; reverse cowgirl; spitroast. The spitroast would be the one that sent you over the edge, too aroused by having Kiri’s thick dick in your mouth and Bakugou’s long, curved cock in your pussy, pounding into you again and again.

They’d fuck you silly; dumb; stupid. They’d make it so the only thing you could think about was them and the way they slang dick. They’d coo sweet nothings and degradation laced with saccharine to you as their dicks pulsed inside of you.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good!” Kiri would shout, his voice bouncing off your bedroom walls. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard for you!”

“Gonna fuckin’ breed you,” Bakugou would growl into your ear, his cock driving into you again and again. “Gonna cum so deep in you, you’ll be feelin’ me for weeks. Ain’t that what you want, slut, hm? You want daddy to cum up all inside you?”

“Yes,” you whimper, the vibe now on its fastest setting, the vibrations against your clit quickly sending you over the edge. “Yes, yes, please!”

“Cum with us, baby girl,” Kiri would moan as he gripped your hair and palmed your ass as Bakugou pounded your pussy so fast, it jiggled. “Fuckin’ cum all over Katsuki’s dick. Be a good little girl for us.”

You’d be helpless to resist his request and you’d cum all over yourself, the bed, and Katsuki’s amazing dick deep inside your cunt. That would trigger their own orgasms. They’d cum in your mouth and pussy, coating your tongue and pussy walls in their cum. The lewd sounds falling from their lips would trigger another mini-gasm out of you, making you shiver and shake as you do now.

You cum with a loud moan as you burst all over your vibrator, your cum dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets below your body. Your hips buck and your back arches, your mouth fallen in an O. You envision your boyfriends’ eyes, hot and filled with lust as they stare at you.

‘You’re ours,’ their eyes say. ‘And we’re yours.’

Finally, your orgasm fades and the aftershocks stop, but it did nothing to satisfy or satiate you. Though you know you’ll be good for another fifteen minutes, the need will just come back again until you’re a throbbing, needy, hot mess in need of some relief. How you’re gonna survive today at work or talk to your boyfriends without jumping them you have no idea.

You groan in frustration as you throw an arm over your eyes, panting heavily.

Fuck this shit.

[bunny-lovers]

Hi Rumi ^_^ 🤎 and 💛 please :3

Hope you & your f/os have a great day & thank you for the ask! 😊 @a-special-ship-safe-space @flareblitzraleigh @solitaireships @edencantstopfallininlove @selfshipping-tboy @hyacinthhearts

🤍 when did you first realize you were in love with s/i?

"It was when she and I met in person at the coffee café, just about a week after I saved her from the villain. When she was talking, I started to have a warm feeling that I never felt before. That's when I knew I was in love with her."

🤎 what was the first thing you remember gifting to s/i?

"I remember giving her a yellow bunny plush. She really loved it!"

🖤 how do the two of you celebrate holidays or birthdays together?

"For holidays, we stay home and have a holiday lunch/dinner. For birthdays, it depends on what the person wants to do for their birthday. For my girlfriend, she always wants to go to the mall and have lunch at a restaurant on her birthday."

❤️ is there anything you would like to do with s/i in the near future?

"Yes, marrying her and move to a new home."

🧡 who worries more about the other?

"Rebecca worries more about me since I'm a Pro Hero though I do worry about her. It's for her safely."

💛 if s/i were a colour, an animal and a place, what would they be?

"She would be yellow, cat, and cat café."

💚 what does the perfect date look like to you?

"Watch the sunrise, do yoga at the park and take a cooking class."

💙 do the two of you have a shared morning or evening/night routine?

"Yes, on our night routine, we eat a light snack while watching TV, we make sure we hydrate, take a warm bath/shower, have a healthy dinner, brush our teeth, and do yoga."

💜 what is something you would like to say to s/i right now?

"Rebecca, my bunny, I love you so very much! I love every moment of you and I spend time together. I find it so cute when you flustered every time when I carry you in bridal style. I love when you and I wear each other's clothes!"

[goldenshornyjail]

Single Mom Au: Blake is an absolute tease but gets all nervous and flustered when things get serious.

Ha! I like it! Honestly, it's probably how it's going to turn out once I get back into writing more than blurbs again.

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Yang: (sitting on the couch with Kela sitting next to her and reading out loud)

Blake: Okay, I haven't worn these in a while, but I think they'll work.(takes a deep breath and saunters by the couch wearing tight yoga pants)

Yang: (listening to Kela read - her eye drifts towards Blake's hips as she walks by and discreetly adjusts how she's sitting) Sweet molasses trap....

Kela: Did you say something, Yang?

Yang: Uh! Nope! Not at all! Just super curious what happens next!

Blake: (turns the corner into the kitchen, looks back, and sees Yang's nostrils flaring and a bright red blush on her face) Still got it.

-Later-

Yang: (washing dishes after lunch)

Blake: Hey, Handsome~ (wraps arms around Yang's waist)

Yang: Hey, Gorgeous! What's u-

Blake: (trails hands low enough to brush against the front of Yang's jeans)

Yang: (knees buckle slightly as she drops the cup she's washing) -uuuuuhhhh....

Blake: (glances around the corner to where Kela is coloring in the living room and drags her nails over the slowly hardening bulge in Yang's jeans)

Yang: whooooooa... (grunts quietly and braces her elbows on the edge of the sink)

Blake: (dips her hand into the waistband of Yang's jeans, under her boxers, and scratches her nails through the coarse hair before trailing the back of her nail over the base of Yang's -now hard- cock)

Yang: (grunts again to avoid moaning too loud and squeezes the sponge in her hand)

Blake: (leans over Yang's back and whispers in her ear) Thanks for doing the dishes~ (kisses her temple, pulls her hands away, and saunters into the living room to sit next to Kela) Wow, sweetheart! That looks almost exactly like Fernstar!

Yang: (blinks in disbelief and drops to her knees) Gods dammit.....

-Later-

Blake: (sitting in bed with a book, wearing her yukata)

Yang: (rounds the corner after putting Kela to bed) You.

Blake: (glances up from her book) Me?

Yang: (grabs Blake's ankles from under the covers, pulls her bodily down so she's laying flat, and straddles her hips) You are an absolute menace.

Blake: (blushes hotly) I-I don't know what you're- ah!~

Yang: (places one hand next to Blake's head while the other trails up her bare thigh) Oh, I think you do. The yoga pants. The teasing while I was doing dishes. Absolutely devilish.

Blake: (bites her lip as Yang's fingers skim her inner thigh) Yang, Kela's probably not asleep yet.

Yang: Blake, I carried her to bed because she was passed the fuck out. (skims her fingers over the silk panties covering Blake's mound, trailing further south)

Blake: (gasps and pinches her thighs together, trapping Yang's hand) I-I haven't... uh... I haven't shaved!

Yang: Doesn't bother me. (gently kisses Blake's neck right over her pulse) If it actually bothers you, I'll stop.

Blake: (whines) It... doesn't really bother me....

Yang: (continues to lavish Blake's neck with kisses, gentle bites, and licks) Sooooo?

Blake: I... uh.... (swallows thickly and jolts her hips up as Yang's fingers brush over the front of her panties) oh, fuck! Please!

Yang: (smiles) Gladly.