#and she just watched it with curiosity. and now that shes big enough to jump up on her own she does the same thing lol

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My kitten has a new favorite teeny tiny mouse toy that we got at her first vet checkup and she loves it so much. We call it her mousey. She goes crazy over it and could play with it for hours, but sometimes she bats it somewhere she can't reach and we have to get it for her

Today she was getting into a bunch of stuff she shouldn't and I realized that I hadn't seen her playing with her mousey all day. So I asked out loud (rhetorically) "where's your mousey?" and started looking for it so I could give her that to play with instead. As soon as I said that though she walked over to a box of my gf's craft stuff and started pawing behind it, and when I moved it the mousey was right there

She knows the word mousey and she led me to her toy so I could get it for her 🥺 she's such a smart baby

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NOT SO SECRET — inumaki toge

synopsis: you and toge were having a secret rendezvous, far away from all the others, or so you both thought

tags: fluff, gn reader

word count: 1.4k

“Look at him. He’s infatuated....” 

Maki sighed, rolling her eyes at the scene happening around the corner between you and Toge—that is, if she could even see anything, as Panda was practically blocking her vision. 

Just peering from the bushes she and Panda were hiding from, they could see you two—very explicitly, she might mention, holding hands.

She knew something was afoot when Toge grabbed you by the hand the second you finished your dinner and dragged you somewhere, unbeknownst to her. Their curiosity was piqued, only for the two to find you two, alone, sitting together on a bench, enjoying each other's company in the moonlight.

Or so you two thought.

Cue having Maki and Panda staring at you two with wide-eyed eyes and curious spirits. Well, for Panda, anyway.

Now, they were a reasonable distance away—enough to see you two together but not enough to hear a word, and neither could you guys. 

Maki squinted her eyes, trying to decipher what exactly was going on between you and Toge through the dense and overgrown foliage that was Panda’s ass. 

Your silhouette was barely discernible against all the bushes blocking her view and the dimming twilight in the sky, but the subtle gestures and hushed whispers from both your and Toge’s figures spoke volumes. 

Maki leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued despite her initial reluctance. She could not lie. Seeing Toge this intimate with someone was somewhat unexpected, unsettling even.

“...Don’t you think that Toge’s demeanour is a lot more, different? We’ve never seen this before from him,” she noted, squinting her eyes at the bench you both were still sitting on, now laughing.

“Shush Maki! We’re getting to the good part!”

Maki sweatdropped at how invested Panda was. At this rate, she may as well think that Panda was also included in your guys’ relationship. “Good part, my ass. The hell are we even stalking them for?”

“For reconnaissance,” Panda replied matter-of-factly.

“Well, yeah. They’re definitely close,” she shrugged begrudgingly, her voice hardly even audible. After all, they were stalking you two from behind the bushes. “But dating? I’m not so sure.”

“What else could it be? Look at the way they’re leaning towards each other like they’re sharing some big secret!” Panda leaned his body forward eagerly, eyes wide with excitement. He appeared to be more invested than Maki was, as if this were all some kind of romance drama in real-time.  

But Maki, ever being the voice of reason, remained skeptical, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. “Maybe they’re just friends?” she clicked her tongue sarcastically, still in a whisper. “Ever heard of that? We can’t jump to conclusions based on a few stolen glances.”

But the Panda was undeterred. “I doubt it. I believe that there’s definitely something more. I can feel it in my bones!”

“You’re being delusional.”

“Hello, everyone~!” a voice suddenly interrupted their conversation, startling them into silence. 

‘Oh god…’ 

“It’s your good-looking teacher, Gojo Satoru, here to— What are you both doing, hunched down in the bushes like that? Oh no! Don’t tell me you’re now homeless!”

Maki shot her teacher a withering glare, her patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

“Now, what are you doing here, huh, Satoru?”

“So cruel!” he cried out mockingly, but his trademark arrogance and his shit-eating, mischievous grin were on full display. "I was just thinking of checking in on my favourite students, of course. But it seems like I've stumbled upon something much more interesting."

‘...Ugh.’

That’s it. All hope was lost. A lack of privacy did not exist. Not in Jujutsu Tech, where the most unlikely of people—or animals, for that matter—were always watching.

“Honestly, I didn’t think I’d see them here alone again since the last time,” Gojo hummed.

“They’ve been meeting here in this exact spot for the last four days now,” Maki noted. “You think theres something going on that we don’t know about?”

“Well, of course!” Panda said a matter of factly. “Isn’t it clear that they're dating?”

All eyeballs shifted to the scene where they saw Toge holding your hand close to his face, and you leaned on his shoulder. The intimacy between you two was evident even from a distance from where they were watching.

Toge’s fingers brushed past yours before grabbing them firmly, your fingers intertwining with his. Toge's gaze met yours, and a soft smile graced both your lips. A silent exchange of warmth without an onigiri ingredient was said from Toge in sight.

“Oh shit! They’re getting handsy!” Gojo gasped, seeing this happen first-hand. 

“Be quiet,” Maki hissed. “You’re loud-ass is going to get us caught.”

“That's right. We’re just getting to the good part!” Panda added with a playful smirk, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle before them. It was comedic, really. 

Maki sighed. There really was no reasoning with those idiots…

Gojo bent over to Maki and Panda. “So, are we just waiting for them to make out?”

A tick mark appeared on Maki and Panda’s faces. ‘This guy…’

Just as they were spying on you two, Panda’s hefty weight, along with the shock of Gojo’s surprise appearance, poured over the scene. But their attempt at stealth was quickly foiled as they toppled over each other like a cascade of dominoes, making a loud noise, something that you two very much picked up on in this seemingly quiet space. 

Caught off guard, you and Toge stood up and turned towards the commotion, eyebrows raised in surprise, eyes and ears attuned to the noise that had just come unexpectedly from behind where you once sat.

“What the—”

Maki began to sweat. ‘Just great.’

You and Toge, now standing before the toppled mound of bodies, exchanged a puzzled glance, eyebrows raised in surprise, only to be quickly replaced by amusement at the spectacle unfolding before your eyes. 

“Salmon salmon.”

“Huh? Maki, Panda, and— Gojo too!?”

Everyone’s necks turned, only to see you and Toge standing before them, holding hands. You and Toge exchanged knowing glances. 

“Ahem…” your eyes flushed in embarrassment, your voice faltering as your hand remained enlaced with Toge’s, glued to the moment. “Did you… see everything?” 

Caught red-handed, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Well, Maki, mostly. Panda and Gojo could not give a single damn; they were more interested in the fact that you were there.

Finally, they asked the burning question, "Are you and Toge dating?"

They exchanged looks filled with curiosity and anticipation, making you sweat. Their gazes shifted between you and Toge, practically demanding an answer from either of you, clearly not willing to take no for an answer. 

There was silence, right before… 

“Huh? Oh, yeah, we are.”

“WHAT?!”

“I was right!” Panda started dancing around.

With a tilt of your head, you turned to face the pale blonde, who blinked at you, all with the innocent expression he always had. 

“Toge, I thought you said you were going to tell them?”

“Tuna.”

The boy gave you a sheepish expression, Toge’s small muffles speaking through the layered shirt he always wore. You inhaled deeply and continued to hold his hand, tightening your grip. “Don’t worry. I could never get mad at you, Toge. Like, come on, just look at the expressions on their faces. The poor souls.”

‘Huh…?’

Toge's gaze softened at your words as he nodded in agreement. "Salmon roe.”

His expression said it all. It was one of adoration, to be able to hold your hand and spend time with you, that brought him immeasurable joy in his quiet world. One that the others hardly ever saw in the pale-haired boy let alone a mere smile, all but hidden away under his mask, quite literally. 

You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his choice of words. You rubbed at his straightened, pale hair, utterly oblivious to the incredulous stares of Maki, Panda, and Gojo.

“Yes, yes, salmon roe,” you replied with a wide grin of your own, feeling a warmth spread fruitfully in your chest as if the three were mere background props in your own quirky sitcom.

As for the second years? Well…

‘Is this supposed to be romantic…?’ they all sweatdropped.

Heaven forbid the words of onigiri ingredients could ever be considered “romantic.”

“Are we… interrupting something personal here?” Panda neared closer to Maki, whispering in her ear, only to receive a punch right in the gullet.

“So, were we the first to learn about your relationship?” Panda sparkled as if they weren’t just interrupting a moment of yours a moment ago, or even that he was just punched. Having a puppy body has its advantages, perhaps.

“Oh,” you blinked. “No. It was Ijichi, actually, a few days ago.”

“SO YOU BOTH WERE GETTING HANDSY!” 

“Not really. He walked into the classroom while me and Toge were in the middle of-”

“I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! YOU TWO REALLY WERE MAKING OUT!”

“That’s not it either…”

©hxnbi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of my works.

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|| Lizards

Benny x Lu full blurb

Without thinking, because she is twenty four now and has been to the beach and has swam with friends and has lived a life, Lu shucks her dress, her shoes, her slip and dives into the lake, nylon undergarments ruined and only just sufficient to be considered a covering. It’s fine, it’s normal, she comes up to the surface and she knows, somewhere far back in her mind she knows, her chest and its scar is visible but it doesn’t matter. The sun is bright, the water is reflecting so strongly she has to squint and through it all Benny is tossing his hair out of his eyes and laughing between puffs of exertion at treading water. He is laughing at having jumped in, at the fact she went for it, too. It doesn’t matter that her body is on display, as a gruesome curiosity or an incitement to desire.

She is swimming with Benny and it’s all just fine.

It makes the moment so utterly enjoyable Lu feels like all her longing to be out here, to be surrounded by this big vast world— it’s been close to right, very near what she’s needed, it’s just made a little better with him and that’s unfortunate as he lives in Chicago. Benny shouldn’t be in the city, he should be in a sparkling lake with minnows assaulting his feet and diamonds of water caught in his lashes.

They’re laughing at each other, so much so they’re close to drowning, and they don’t have to say why. It’s perfect.

She could count each of his lashes as she swims around him, so close and so circular she’s half minnow herself, Benny’s eyes don’t leave her face and he’s stopped laughing enough to look mildly wary at her antics. She’d like to count his lashes, she realizes, she never really thought of how many there were, distracted perhaps, by his beard at other times.

Back when he had a beard: she knew that about him. Back when she stuffed cardboard into her brassieres: he knew that about her.

She keeps circling him and can’t make any progress on counting his lashes because he begins to laugh again, but it’s short and aggravated and she waits for him to explain it, she knows he will.

“What’re you, half mermaid?” there’s quashed competition in his voice, he’s betrayed at her leaving off their giggle fit to actually swim.

“You sure aren’t.” she laughs back, his neck is almost fully in the water, “Those big strong shoulders can’t hold you up? Am I going to have to tow you to the rock?”

Benny takes the teasing well, his face clears if anything, quick to laugh at himself. “You’ve got an advantage, you come here a lot. I’ve been rottin’ in the city.”

Lu gives an approving nod at his conclusion, it aligns with her own. “Yes, so you’ve gotta fix that. You should come out here more often.”

He doesn’t need to come here. Here with her.

There’s all manner of woods and water and nature just outside his stupid city but that’s not an option somehow, not with the way he’s here with her when he could be in the woods with Jack or out on a boat with Maureen. He chose here, instead.

“Yeah, I should.” Benny just agrees because they don’t have to say all that, say that it feels right and different. It just is for now and they can let it be.

She watches him lay back in the water, floating along with the gentle ripple and his ears are below the water and his eyes are on the big blue sky above them and Lu thinks that’s a perfect idea so she floats back too, staring at the sky they once knew so well, wondering if he misses it like she does- in a way that’s half agony of separation and absolute terror of ever being made to reunite with it.

Bucky doesn’t get that; he’s still flying.

Ida and Gale would still be if their governments weren’t so shit to them.

Jack never wanted to but he’d done it for the country, for his people, because it was right. From how often Benny and Jack see each other, like they’re dosing each other up by sheer proximity, Lu guesses they shared that singular motivation.

She turns her head, one ear clogged and filled with water, her other cheek so far into the lake it’s almost lapping up her one nostril; but she can see Benny floating near her, he has his eyes closed.

He gets it, she thinks, heart so full she could cry from happiness for once.

“-don’t you want to fall asleep like this?” she wants to ask him, says it aloud only because she knows his ears are under the water, his face doesn’t even twitch, his eyelids are smooth without a crease of a squint or a frown around them, his nose is ever so gently upturned and Lu wants to place her hand under his head, keep him like this forever, let him enjoy it like she does, “You could, I’d keep you up, make sure you don’t drown.”

When Benny turns his face to her she blushes hot even in the freshwater lake, he looks like he’s caught her at something she shouldn’t be doing, a chiding look of kindness but it reminds her she shouldn’t be treading water and staring at his face like she loves him. If only he could see himself. He’d understand it then. Anyone would.

It’s Benny. And it’s perfect and before he pulls his head up fully he lets himself sink a little and does a slow lazy flip in the water and she feels him tickle her foot on the way back up.

It’s much the same laying on the toasty flat limestone rocks on the lakeshore. Benny and her, burning their backs on the rock, tender bellies getting scorched by late afternoon sun, underwear drying out as crispy as the grass. He’s got his eyes closed again, lashes fanned out on freckling cheeks. And Lu is watching him once more and thinking how much she’d like to be a couple of lazy lizards with Benny.

She snickers at the thought.

“What’s that?” he hums.

Lu shakes her head, disbelieving that she’s about to embarrass herself like this but at least he still has his eyes closed, “I was thinking that we’re a pair of lizards.” And that she’d like to keep being a lizard with him and have a lizard family.

Benny doesn’t laugh at her, his nose crinkles in a mildly disgusted way but he looks like he’s gotta agree despite it all, she feels so fuzzy by that. “I think my back is gonna stay on the rock when I sit up.”

The clasps of her bra are digging into her spine but, otherwise it’s burning and fabulous and she wants to stay forever. The look on his face, lazily tilted towards hers on the rock with his eyes half masted and open, agrees so eloquently Lu wants to— she doesn’t know. So she settles with reaching out and resting her hand on the browned meat of his pretty shoulder. Benny’s eyes droop further and they chide her ever so gently for the fire it ignites in them both all at once, and Lu would love to be two lizards and stay here forever.

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Fuck Me Like You Mean It

Your best friend, unable to bear your post-breakup malaise, decides to take action. Despite your deep emotional pain following the betrayal by your ex-girlfriend, and your subsequent withdrawal from life, she believes it's time for you to move on. She suggests a night out to reinvigorate your social life. At the bar, your attention is drawn to a redhead and her brunette partner, whose infectious laughter and captivating dance moves stir feelings of attraction.

TW: smut, intersex r, wandanat, mommy/daddy kink, pretty smutty if i'm honest 18+

Word Count: 4.8k

You looked over at the two of them, Natasha's head on Wanda's shoulder, both of them watching you with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. Wanda's hand slid down to Natasha's stomach, her fingers tracing lazy circles, as Natasha purred contentedly. You felt a warmth spread through you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in a long time. It wasn't just the afterglow of amazing sex; it was the sense of belonging, of being seen and desired.

"You know," Natasha began, her voice a little hoarse from her moaning, "Wanda and I, we have a...a particular way of life. It's not all glamour and parties." She looked at you seriously, her eyes searching yours. "But we're good to each other, we care for each other."

Wanda's hand tightened around Natasha's, and she nodded in agreement. "We are looking for someone to share that with, who can handle us both."

You swallowed hard, feeling both thrilled and terrified by the prospect. "What...what does that mean?" Wanda laughed as your voice cracked in the middle of your sentence.

"It means," she started, her eyes dancing with excitement, "that we like to share our bed, our hearts, and our...adventures." Natasha's hand slid down to Wanda's thigh, squeezing it gently. "But only with someone strong enough to handle us." She winked at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up. You weren't sure if you were up for this, but the thought of being with these two powerful, alluring women was too tempting to pass up.

"Detka," Wanda started, an enraptured gaze setting into her features. "We know it's... unconventional, and we will date each other separately and together. There is still a lot to learn, but if you would like, we want to extend the offer to you." She paused, her eyes never leaving yours. "To be with us, to be part of us."

You sat there, the words 'dating' and 'us' echoing in your mind. The gravity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. You had just had the most mind-blowing experience of your life with Natasha, and now Wanda was proposing something more. Your heart was racing, your mind trying to piece together the reality of what they were saying. This wasn't just a one-night stand, they were offering you a place in their lives.

Natasha, sensing your slight distress, chimes in. "You were the only one who caught our eyes tonight," she leaned forward, grabbing your hand and rubbing the back of it softly. "And let's face it, you're pretty amazing, from what we've experienced so far." You felt your cheeks flush, your heart skipping a beat. "But," she added, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "you can't just jump into the deep end without knowing how to swim."

Wanda nodded solemnly. "We are not just looking for a plaything, Y/N. We want someone who can stand alongside us, who can handle what we throw at them, and maybe even throw some surprises our way." She leaned in, her breath hot against your cheek. "Can you handle that? We will take it slow, and you have all the power and autonomy to leave if it ever becomes too much."

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their proposal. "I...I think so," you murmured, your voice still shaky from the aftershocks of pleasure. "Can we... can we sleep on it?" you asked, still in deep thought about all the information just thrown at you.

Wanda nodded, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Of course," she said, her eyes warm and understanding. "This is a big decision, and we wouldn't want you to make it hastily." Natasha nodded in agreement, her smile just as soft.

Natasha stood, albeit shakily, and you instinctively reached out, catching her as she nearly fell. She giggled, her legs still trembling. "You know, we're not asking you to marry us," she said, her voice light and playful. "But if it's what you want, we're not opposed to it." A contented smile became apparent on Wanda's face, watching you and Natasha interact. Natasha leaned in and quickly pecked at your lips, before regaining her composure and standing on less shaky legs.

Wanda slid off the bed, standing before you in all her naked glory. She held out her hand, and you took it, allowing her to pull you to your feet. "Let's get you cleaned up," she said, her voice still thick with lust. The three of you made your way to a luxurious bathroom, the tiles cold against your bare feet. The room was steamy from a recent shower, and the scent of their combined perfumes lingered in the air.

Natasha turned the shower on, the water cascading down from the rainfall showerhead, creating a soothing sound that filled the room. She stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter first. You stepped under the warm spray, feeling the tension melt from your body as the water washed away the sweat and the residue of your encounter. Wanda followed, her body pressing against yours from behind, her arms wrapping around your waist. Natasha stepped in front of you, her red hair plastered to her face as the water rained down on you both.

Wanda began pecking light kisses across the top of your back and shoulders, before stepping out from behind you and sliding in between you and Natasha. You leaned down slightly, nuzzling into Wanda's neck. The warm water cascaded over the three of you, mixing with the steam to create a cloud around your bodies. Natasha's hands began to explore yours, her soapy fingers gliding over your skin, making you shiver. Wanda's eyes gleamed as she watched, her hand sliding down to caress your cock, which was already beginning to stir again.

Suddenly, thier attention was turned to each other, you left to watch as the pair began to soap each other up, their hands gliding over their bodies in a way that was both erotic and affectionate. The sight of them together was mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but get hard again, watching the suds slide down Natasha's curves and Wanda's strong arms. They giggled, their eyes sparkling with mischief, and you realized that this was what they meant by 'adventures'. They were a package deal, and the thought was both thrilling and slightly intimidating.

Natasha's hand reached out, tugging at your chin to bring your attention back to her. "Don't just stand there, love," she said, her Russian accent thick with seduction. "Join us." And with that, she began to lather your chest, her touch light and teasing. You close your eyes, letting the sensations wash over you, feeling the tightness in your chest ease as you become one with them under the warm spray.

Wanda's hand slid down Natasha's back, her soapy palm pressing against Natasha's ass, pulling her closer to you. The redhead giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she stepped aside, allowing Wanda to take her place in front of you. "My turn," Wanda murmured, her eyes locked onto yours as she began to lather your chest, her hands moving in circles, her thumbs brushing against your nipples, making them harden. The sensation was exquisite, and you couldn't help but moan, your hands finding Wanda's hips as you pulled her closer. Wanda rose on her toes, placing her lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"I bet you taste so good," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet. You felt Natasha's hand slide down your back, her fingers ghosting over your ass before she stepped closer, her soapy hand caressing your cock, making it throb anew. The sensation of the two of them touching you was overwhelming, and you had to lean against the wall for support. The steam was thick around you, the only sounds were the water hitting the tiles and the soft moans that filled the room. "I want Daddy to put me in my place," she whispered, kissing down your chest as a dangerous glimmer flashed in her eyes.

Wanda dropped to her knees, taking your length in her mouth, her eyes never leaving yours. Natasha stepped behind you, her hands sliding around your waist, her breasts pressing against your back. You felt her teeth graze your shoulder, her breathing heavily in your ear. "You're going to love this," she promised, her hands moving to cup your breasts, her thumbs teasing the nipples. You groaned at the feeling of your tip now prodding the back of Wanda's throat, her moaning sending a vibration throughout your body.

The two of them worked in tandem, Natasha's hands on your breasts, Wanda's mouth on your cock, both of them driving you wild with pleasure. The feeling of Natasha's teeth on your neck was a stark contrast to the wet heat of Wanda's mouth, and you couldn't decide which sensation was more intense. Your hands found Natasha's hair, holding her in place as you pushed back into Wanda's throat, feeling her tongue swirl around you. A deep growl came from your chest before you slid your hands away from the redhead behind you and carded through Wanda's now-saturated chestnut locks. You grabbed the back of her head firmly, forcing her down onto your length, her gags filling the shower as Nat moaned behind you.

Wanda's eyes watered, but she didn't pull away, her eyes locked onto yours in a silent challenge. You smirked, pushing her down further, feeling Natasha's hands slide down to grip your ass, helping to drive Wanda's face into your crotch. "Mmm," Natasha murmured, her voice like honey in your ear. "Wanda loves it when you're rough." Wanda's eyes fluttered up to meet yours, and she nodded, her cheeks hollowing out as she took you deeper.

"Oh, does she now?" you growled, looking down at the watery gaze as she peered through her thick eyelashes. You tightened your grip on Wanda's hair, pushing her down even further, feeling Natasha's grip on your hips tighten as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear, her breath hot and moist. "Mommy is gonna learn today, princess," you snarl at Natasha, turning your head to kiss her fiercely. You pull away too soon for Natasha's liking, as Wanda detaches herself from your member.

"Printsessa," Wanda foggily gazed at Natasha. "Now it's my turn, you get to watch, milyy." The way she said it sent a thrill down Natasha's spine, her eyes widening with excitement. You stepped back, watching as Wanda took Natasha's face in her hands, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. You could hear them both whining and moaning, as Natasha's hand snuck down to her heat, circling her clit vigorously.

Wanda broke the kiss and pushed Natasha back against the shower wall, her soapy hands sliding down Natasha's body until they reached her pussy. She pushed Natasha's hand away, replacing it with her own, her thumb rubbing circles around Natasha's clit. Natasha gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. You watched, mesmerized, as Wanda's hand moved faster and faster, Natasha's legs starting to shake. The water was now a mix of soap and desire, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the tiles. "Mama will give you this one," Wanda growled at her lover, hitting all the sweet spots she knew would result in Natasha's climax.

Natasha's moans grew louder, her body trembling under Wanda's touch. Her hands grabbed onto the shower wall for support, her nails digging into the tiles. You could see her getting closer, her breaths coming in short gasps. Wanda looked at you, her eyes dark with lust. "Isn't our princess beautiful, Y/N?" she moaned seductively, keeping her eyes trained on you as Natasha began to clench her wet heat around Wanda's deft fingers.

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from Natasha's contorted face of pleasure. "Very," you husked, your voice thick with arousal. Wanda smirked before turning her attention back to Natasha, her fingers moving with purpose. Natasha's eyes snapped open, meeting yours, and you watched as she bit her lip, trying to hold back. But Wanda was relentless, her thumb pressing harder, her other hand sliding into Natasha's mouth, muffling her cries. You stepped behind Wanda, rubbing yourself through her folds, causing her to momentarily falter, just as Natasha peaked and came with a rush over Wanda's fingers.

"Fuck," Wanda leaned her back against your chest as you continued to tease her with your cock, prodding and coating yourself in her arousal. Natasha leaned heavily against the shower wall, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath. "You're so...good," she murmured, her eyes glazed over. You couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a sense of pride swell in your chest. Natasha slid down to the bench in the corner, her hazy gaze following the two of you who now stood in the center of the shower. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Wanda began chanting as you continued to tease and work her up.

Her hands found your ass, her nails digging in, urging you to fill her. you laughed darkly at her building desperation, your nose sliding in behind her ear as you kissed up and down her neck. "You think you're in control, don't you, Wanda?" you growl, nipping at her neck as you pull away. She moaned at the loss, quickly turning around to face you.

"Show me that I'm not?" she challenged a glimmer in her eyes. You smirked, gripping her hips and spinning her around so she faced Natasha. "I think Natasha would love to see how good you can be," you whispered, your hand sliding around Wanda's waist to guide her back onto Natasha's awaiting mouth. Natasha looked up at you with a mix of excitement and trepidation, before she leaned forward, trapping Wanda in a passionate liplock. You watched briefly as the two kissed before you lined yourself up with Wanda's waiting hole, and rammed your full length into her.

Wanda gasped, her eyes rolling back as Natasha pulled Wanda's bottom lip with her teeth. You took the opportunity to pull almost out, only to slam into her, feeling her tightness clench around you as she moaned into Natasha's mouth. Natasha's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away, instead, her tongue darted out to taste Wanda's bottom lip. You watched in amazement as Natasha began to suck on Wanda's lip, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as Wanda's moans grew louder.

You felt your orgasm building, Wanda's pussy around your cock too much to handle. "Oh fuck," you groaned, your hands tightening on Wanda's hips as you began to thrust faster. Wanda pulled away from the redhead, her moans and gasps becoming too much for her to continue kissing her wife before you. Wrapping your hand in the auburn locks that were pushed to the side of Wanda's face, you pulled her back by her hair till her back rested against your front, changing the angle with which you grazed the spongy, soft spot within her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she let out a deep, primal scream that was quickly cut short by your hand sliding around to her throat, squeezing slightly, her eyes flying open to watch you. Taking the opportunity before you, you set a torrid pace as you licked and sucked at Wanda's neck, marking up and down her throat as Natasha whimpered in the corner. Wanda's hand snaked down to Natasha's pussy, her fingers easily slipping into the sopping wetness as Natasha's hips jerked up to meet them.

"You see that, our princess loves to watch mommy get railed," you growled in Wanda's ear. Natasha's eyes were glued to the scene before her, her cheeks flushed as she watched you claim Wanda's body. Wanda's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her breaths coming in quick pants as you hammered into her. The sight of Natasha's fingers moving in and out of herself was too much, and you could feel Wanda's walls tighten around you. "Look at her, Wanda," you bark in her ear, directing her attention to the redhead as she milked her fingers with her sloppy cunt.

Wanda's gaze snapped to Natasha, her eyes wide with desire. Natasha's hand worked faster, her other hand reaching up to pinch her nipple. You could feel Wanda's orgasm approaching, her moans growing louder. "That's it," you encouraged your voice a dark whisper. "Make mommy cum for daddy." Wanda's hand began to move faster, her hips grinding back into you as Natasha watched, her eyes hooded with lust.

Natasha suddenly moved to her knees, wrapping her arms around Wanda's thighs as she began to lick at her clit, while simultaneously cupping your sack, massaging them, and sending your senses into overdrive. Wanda's eyes widened, and she threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as Natasha's tongue worked her clit in a way that only Natasha knew how to do. You watched in amazement as Natasha's tongue darted in and out of Wanda's folds, her face a mask of pure desire. You could feel Natasha's tongue and lips occasionally grace your hardened member, sending a shudder down your spine.

Wanda's legs began to quiver as Natasha's mouth worked its magic, her eyes rolling back in her head as she got closer and closer to the edge. You took a moment to appreciate the view, the two most beautiful women you've ever seen pleasuring each other and you. Your grip on Wanda's hair tightened as you watched Natasha's nimble tongue work Wanda's clit, her other hand now stroking her own, the sight of Natasha's knuckles disappearing into herself was too much to handle. "Fuck," Wanda breathed out, her eyes snapping open to meet yours. "I'm going to cum."

"Not until I say, mama," you command, thrusting yourself harder into her now gaping hole. "Fuck, it's like you were made for me." you groaned at the feeling of her walls pulsing around you. Natasha smirks up at you, her eyes glazed with arousal as she continues to lick and kiss Wanda's clit.

Wanda's nails dig into your forearm, her body taut with the effort of holding off. "Fuck, please," she pants out, her voice strained. Natasha giggles, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Wanda, her entire being shuddering in your grasp.

"Look at her, Natasha," you say, your voice thick with lust. "So eager for it." Natasha smiles up at you, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that matches your own. You slow your pace, teasing Wanda's clit before sliding your hand back up to rest around her throat. Wanda's eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a low, guttural moan.

"Now," you command, and Natasha's mouth clamps down on Wanda's clit, her tongue flicking rapidly as she sucks and licks. Wanda's legs give out, and you hold her up with one arm wrapped around her chest, the other tightening around her throat. You feel her pussy clamp down on your cock as she cums, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

"Fuck, Y/N," Wanda started. "Oh my god," she whispered, her voice ragged with pleasure. You chuckled darkly, feeling her spasms around your cock as Natasha's tongue danced around her clit. You thrust into Wanda a few more times, her pussy clenching around you as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her body. "It's too much," she whined, her head leaning back to rest on your shoulder.

"You wanted me to prove who's in control Wanda," you nipped at her neck, before working out to her shoulder. "I'm gonna show you why it isn't you." With a brutal force, you thrust into her one more time before pulling out, spinning her around before leaning down far enough that you could pick the woman up, sliding her up the slick shower wall, her thighs now on either side of your face. The show of power elicited a whimper from both women, Natasha moving over to wrap her lips around you as you buried your face between Wanda’s legs.

The taste of Wanda's sweetness mixed with Natasha's lingering flavor on your tongue was heavenly. You began to lick and kiss along Wanda's slit, her breath hitching as she looked down at you. "Fuck," she whispered, her hands gripping the wall above her head. Natasha watched, her eyes hooded with lust as she took you back into her mouth, her hand reaching down to play with her clit. The sight was incredibly erotic, and you felt your climax building.

You worked Wanda's pussy with your tongue, her legs trembling with each stroke. You could feel Natasha's hands on your ass, her nails digging in as she urged you to go deeper, faster. The water cascaded down your bodies, making everything slick and slippery as you moved in tandem with Natasha's bobbing head. Wanda's moans grew louder, her hips rolling against your face as she approached her peak. "I'm going to cum again," she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure.

"Ask for it, baby," you reached up, tweaking Wanda's nipple before returning it to its place on her thigh. "Beg for it." You could feel Natasha's tongue working you over as Wanda threw her head back, her breath coming in short pants.

"Please," she whimpered, her body tightening around your face. "Please, let me cum."

"It doesn't sound like you want it," you pulled away from her drenched folds, looking up at her heaving chest. You watched the frustration build in Wanda's eyes, her body on the brink of release.

"Oh, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. Natasha's eyes flickered to Wanda's, the look on her face a mix of amusement and arousal as she watched her wife's need. You reached down, pushing Natasha away gently, fully intending for Wanda to be the one to finish you off this time.

Wanda looked at you with a fiery gaze, her eyes flashing with desire. "I want it," she breathed, her voice hoarse from the screams of pleasure she'd released moments ago. "Please, Y/N," You tut, a smirk playing on your lips as you stop your ministrations. Looking up at her, her legs still wrapped around your shoulders.

"That's not my name."

Wanda's eyes lock onto yours, a fierce desperation for release behind them. "Daddy, please. Please, fuck. Fuck me, let me cum daddy. Let me show you how good you make me feel." The way she says 'daddy' sends a jolt straight to your cock, and you can't resist the urge to push back into Natasha's mouth, letting her deep-throat you once more.

Her eyes water at the sudden pressure, but she takes it, her throat convulsing around you as she swallows you whole. You look back up at Wanda, your gaze intense. "You want it?" Your question, your voice low and gruff. She nods, her eyes pleading. "Then tell me how much you want it," you demand, your teeth clenched as you hold back your orgasm.

"I want it so badly," Wanda gasps, her voice a whine. "I need it, daddy." Natasha's eyes dart between the two of you, the word 'daddy' spiking her arousal as she continues to suck you off, her hand sliding down to her pussy, mimicking the movements you're about to make inside Wanda. You can feel Natasha's warm breath on your shaft as she takes you deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.

With a smirk, you release yourself from Natasha's mouth, her tongue peeking out to catch the last droplets of pre-cum. You slide Wanda down the wall, turning her around so she's now facing Natasha. You lift her slightly, Natasha's mouth immediately finding Wanda's, her tongue slipping inside with ease. Wanda's legs feel like they are about to give way, so you pull up on her waist before driving yourself inside her pulsing warmth.

The sound of skin slapping skin and water bouncing off bodies fills the air as you begin to thrust, your movements in sync with Natasha's tongue. Wanda's moans are muffled by Natasha's mouth, but you can feel her body tightening around you, her orgasm approaching again. Natasha breaks the kiss, her eyes meeting yours, a question in them. You nod, and she moves her mouth down to Wanda's neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks in a line down to her collarbone.

"Gonna fill this bratty pussy fucking full, mama," you grunt, leaning down slightly to reach around and grasp one of Wanda's nipples, rolling it between your fingertips. You hear Natasha's breath hitch in response, her hand moving faster between her legs. Wanda's eyes roll back in her head, and she nods, unable to form coherent words. Pounding into Wanda's pussy, you worked yourself up quickly to your high.

Wanda's orgasm hits her like a ton of bricks, her body convulsing around you as Natasha watches with a mix of awe and envy. Natasha's eyes never leave yours as she brings herself to climax, her hand moving in a blur as her cunt spasms around her fingers. Wanda's pussy tightens around you, her nails digging into Natasha's shoulders as she rides out the waves of pleasure. You feel your orgasm approaching, your cock swelling within her.

"Fuck," Wanda gasps, her eyes rolling back as Natasha's mouth finds her nipple, biting down gently. You can't hold back anymore, your hips jerking as you fill Wanda with your cum, her body shaking with the intensity of it all. Natasha's hand slows, her orgasm subsiding as she watches you claim Wanda's body. Wanda's head falls back, her body going slack against Natasha's, both of them panting heavily.

You pull out of Wanda, your cock still pulsing with the aftermath of your release. Natasha's eyes never leave yours as she takes you back into her mouth, eagerly cleaning every drop of cum from your shaft. You groan, the sensation almost too much after the intense climax. Wanda's legs give out, and Natasha catches her, the two of them now kissing deeply, sharing your taste. The sight is so erotic that you feel yourself hardening again. A deep groan leaves you as you watch them, feeling a mix of possessiveness and arousal that you've never felt before.

You stepped back, pumping yourself as they continued. Wanda's hand slid down Natasha's body, reaching between her legs to continue the gentle ministrations that had brought her to the edge of pleasure. Natasha's eyes never left yours as she licked and kissed her way down Wanda's chest, her tongue tracing the path of your marks. You watched them, the two of them so in sync, so lost in each other's touch, and felt a fierce desire to claim them both, to show them that you were just as much a part of this as they were.

Finally, you felt like you were where you belonged. "Yes." was all you said, the two women before you stopped as they looked at you. "I say yes, to it all." Natasha's eyes sparkled with excitement, while Wanda's were filled with a mix of satisfaction and lust. They shared a knowing smile before Natasha pulled away from Wanda's embrace and moved towards you. She placed her hands on your shoulders, looking up at you with a seductive gaze.

"Are you sure, love?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of concern. "This isn't a decision to be made lightly."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the decision but also the thrill of the unknown. "I've never felt more sure," you replied, your voice firm. Wanda's smile grew wider, her eyes darkening as her soapy hand slid down your chest.

"Good," she purred, moving closer. Natasha's hand reached for your cock, now standing at attention again, stroking it gently. "We're going to take such good care of you," she whispered. You groaned at the feeling, your head rolling back as they began to lather you up.

Wanda's breasts pressed against your chest, her soapy hands sliding up and down your body, as she wrapped her arms around your neck, kissing you deeply. Natasha stood behind you, gently working thier shampoo into your tousled hair, massaging your head sensually. The combination of their hands and lips on your skin was almost too much to handle, but you managed to keep your composure, your arousal simmering just beneath the surface.

Natasha pecked at your shoulders her hands tracing the muscles in your back as you continued your breathless affair with Wanda. Her touch was light and feathery, sending shivers down your spine. You felt Natasha's breasts press into your back, her body flush against you as her arms wrapped around your waist. 

"I can't wait for our first date, detka." 

READ PT 1 HERE

[4ranghaes]

kim leehan x reader [fluff, dad!leehan, fem!mum!reader, use of leehan’s real name]

a/n - i’ve been wanting to write a dad!au about ANY of the members of ANY of the groups and then also aquarium date with leehan and i went to an aquarium today and saw this happening irl and its culminated in this…

13:02 - “mummy,” sua mumbled, gripping onto your hand tightly, her small body almost totally hidden behind your leg. “i’m scared.”

you gasped dramatically, “you’re scared?!” the 2-year-old nodded in response, pressing her face into your thigh.

the entrance of the aquarium lingered in front of you, darker than the reception area and gift shop behind you. you could appreciate how it might be scary for a 2-year-old, but with her dad’s genes, her water-based name, and all the effort it took to get her and the baby strapped to your chest out the door and to the aquarium, you could only pray she would learn to enjoy it.

“donghyun-ah,” you called, looking to your husband who was already staring at the fish in the tanks down the hallway. “sua needs you.”

“what’s wrong, princess?” he asked, noticing your daughter’s shy look. he came up to the pair of you, crouching so he was at her eye level; she flopped into her dad’s arms.

“it’s scary,” she whispered.

“scary?!” he exclaimed, “sua-ya, fish are our friends! do you know how much your daddy likes fish?”

she pulled out of his body, looking at him with a slight curiosity before shaking her head.

“they’re my most favourite animal in the entire world! plus, these fish here are just the cousins and aunts and uncles of the fish we have at home, princess,” leehan smiled at his daughter who was now listening with increasing comfort and curiosity.

“and grandmas and grandpas?” she asked, already looking past her dad to the fish.

“of course!” he exclaimed, standing up and taking her tiny hand in his, “come on, we have to introduce ourselves, right? we’re basically family!”

sua giggled at her dad’s odd behaviour, jumping alongside leehan, who was walking, to the first tank.

“hello fish,” leehan said, unfaltering confidence as he waved, “i’m kim donghyun.”

sua giggled, looking curiously at the fish swimming past.

“sua, look at this one!” he exclaimed, crouching down again as a big catfish swam against the glass. “go on, introduce yourself.”

sua remained shy, hiding herself in her dad’s side as she waved, talking in a small voice. “hello catfish. i’m kim sua.”

leehan put on a funny voice, replying as the catfish, “hello kim sua. nice to meet you.”

sua’s loud laugh rang through the aquarium, suddenly filled with excitement as she ran to the next tank.

“some of these fish are in really terrible conditions, you know,” leehan said to you, as the two of you strolled after your daughter.

you nodded, smiling as you brushed his hair back, your other hand cradling the baby on your chest as he slept softly, “i know, love. but maybe if we come here often enough, she’ll learn to take after her father.”

“she already is! look at her,” leehan smiled proudly, watching sua’s face, millimetres from the glass, as she waved to each fish that passed, “we waited too long to bring her.”

you smiled, agreeing with a hum as you finally reached your over-excited toddler at the next tank.

“hello, i’m kim leehan,” he introduced himself to the fish, turning to look at you expectantly. “mummy?”

laughing, you looked down to your daughter who looked up at you with excited, shining eyes, resembling that of her father’s. “hello fish! i’m y/n.”

sua giggled, looking back at the fish, “i’m kim sua!” she suddenly looked to her little brother in the papoose on your body, “and this is kim haesu but he can’t talk yet.”

leehan looked as if his heart would burst from the cuteness of his daughter as he leaned down to kiss her head.

“good girl,” he smiled, “come on, let’s keep going. i’ve heard there’s sharks here!”

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  when broken is easily fixed

SUMMARY : priestly broke up with tish (yes!) uh, i mean… you watch him be pathetic and sad with his big wet green eyes.

PAIRING : boaz priestly x fem!reader (implied Latina)

CHARACTERS : tish (mentioned)

WARNINGS/TAGS : jealousy, breakups, fluff, tiny angst, innuendos, obliviousness x2

WORD COUNT : 2.7k

A/N : SURPRISE YALL, I’m back, heheheh. title from silverstein’s song. this fills the square “I’m having what you’d call a rough day” on my @jacklesversebingo card. lmao, this was nice to jump back into writing. I secretly like teaching y’all physics. 

You remember the day Priestly showed up at the market in a disappointingly normal state. 

No piercings, no colourful hair, no beard, no eyeliner. Just plain old California clothes, nearly looking Christian with his neat hair, and composed manners.

The only things that reassured you that Priestly was still Priestly after all, were the tattoos that peeked from outside the collar of a white dress shirt and the tiny holes in his skin where his piercings once belonged.

It was confusing at first, but he looked happy. Brighter.

You thought his parents were in town. Or that he became religious after all. Or that he joined a cult. 

You teased him at first. He’d just give you this dreamy look and never said anything to ease your curiosity about his current state. He’d be out the door in a hurry, with a tiny bit of that Priestly swagger that told you he was definitely not brainwashed by a cult.

But the reason for the sudden change in him soon became clear. 

One day, he walked into the store to buy groceries and other necessities with Tish. Hand in hand, the two of them. All giggles and shoves and smiles. The honeymoon phase. She’d kiss him on his cheeks, take his chin in her hand and press herself against him in an unnecessary manner to tell him something, and he’d look stupid, like he couldn’t believe she was there giving him affection. 

Your stomach dropped at the sight of them. 

You’d never felt the way you did before. 

Yeah, there was a cringey-ness and aversion you always had  for PDA and romance that you’d noticed in yourself for years, but it never bothered you like it did now. From watching Priestly and Tish be a couple.

But it also didn’t take you long to realise why it bothered you so much more. Why it was so much harder to ignore than if it were any other couple doing it. Why you felt rejected became clear.

You had feelings for Priestly.

What a dumb way to find that out. 

Excuse the fuck out of yourself if you were too focused on your university courses and your job and your future and your personal life… to realise that you really actually liked him. Romantically.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself and pretend that you didn’t care at all when you were alone. You weren’t  going to lie to yourself about the sting you felt. Or push away the feelings of jealousy and push down how upset you were and the other, million emotions you felt as you watched them go about their lives as a couple for months. 

You never wanted to quit more badly than you did then, just to avoid having to see them get closer, clingier, more affectionate, serious. But it was the only way you could afford living in your dorm, to have enough to pay your classes, and afford your supplies and books... 

You sucked it up and pretended that nothing was wrong. Like you didn’t even care about him. Like you never did. 

It never really got easier, the only thing that became easy was pretending. 

You blamed yourself for waiting too long. That’s what haunted you. If you’d just been braver. If you’d been more honest with yourself and him. If you’d had the courage to say what you felt. If… if…

It was torture.

The high California-in-the-summertime temperatures made you think that you were in Hell, but time passed and you accepted that your chance with him had passed. You told yourself to move on and be happy. For the most part, as long as you ignored them, it was easy to be happy again, to live your life and do whatever your wildest friend was doing to enjoy her summer. 

But that happiness you’d seen in Priestly was gone by the time the fall semester came around. It took six long, horrible months for that happiness in him to fade away. 

It didn’t last. Just like the spring and the summer.

Until one day you didn’t see her with him. And the next day he was alone again. And the next week; alone. And the week after that, too. 

No Tish. 

Just mopey, wet-eyed Priestley. 

His stubble grew, his eyeliner returned—slightly smeared from tears. 

No more Banana Republic, Tommy Hillfigure, or Calvin Klein. Just those ridiculous shirts that always made you smile.

He entered the store today again after a week. 

The shop's bell rang and you looked up out of habit, and watched him with his gorgeous green eyes cast downward to the slightly dusty floor you were trying to sweep. God, you’d guess it was more of a depressing, someone’s-dead type of chime than a merry one—from the state of him.

His hair was a mess and slightly longer, it was not brushed or styled neatly. Like he woke up from a nap after breakfast and decided to go to the store because he remembered something he forgot before his nap. 

You felt bad… at first. 

His cheeks were pink and his eyes were red-rimmed and glassy from tears. He had darkened bags under his eyes. But as he moped around and you avoided being noticed by him out of awkwardness, you caught a glimpse of his shirt, which amused you: Hang in there, it gets worse, with a little thumbs up, too. 

He came completely in black, too. 

It was unavoidably funny. But you stifled your snort as you continued to sweep quietly, until eventually, you got lost in thought again. Your head filled with your to-do list before entering your final semester. 

But you eventually found yourself in the same aisle as him. You swept the trash up into the dustpan as you watched him try to hold bread, bananas, napkins, and toilet paper in one arm while trying to take out a gallon of milk from the fridge.

You saw what would happen from a mile away and quickly released the broom and left the dustpan where it was to help him. Before you could actually get to him, the napkins toppled out of his hold and he mistakenly released the milk to grab it which caused the gallon to burst open when it fell to the floor like a ripe melon in the sun. 

You gasped when the milk splattered on you, but you didn’t actually mind at all. Priestly, on the other hand, sighed heavily again, completely giving up. 

He finally looked at you when you reached for the napkins he dropped and you smiled warily at him, hoping it appeared more reassuring than pitiful. You handed him the napkins and he murmured an apology, taking them from you. 

“They say when you drop your food, it's because someone craved it,” you tried to make light of the situation but he didn’t even notice. He gently placed everything down on top of the shelf behind him with a deep sigh.

“I’m so sorry,” he frowned at the large white puddle, “I’m having what you’d call a rough day.” You huffed a soft laugh which made him raise a brow at you. 

“Day? You’ve been mopey and pathetic for weeks,” you teased playfully, but he remained quiet. You figured you’d offended him or hurt his feelings because he sniffled and looked down at his hands. 

Your face softened.

“I’ll pay for that.” He pointed to the spilt milk and broken gallon.

“It’s fine,” you reassured him. “Let me clean this up. I’ll help you when I finish.” You turned around to pick up some napkins you kept behind the counter and he made a sound of protest. 

He followed you, you heard him walking behind you quickly. “I made this mess. I should clean it. Besides, it’s almost your lunch break,” he tried to stop you. You laughed softly and shook your head as you laid yourself over the counter to grab the napkins from underneath the counter, your feet dangled embarrassingly above the floor.

“Hey, it’s no trouble,” you dismissed, smiling triumphantly to yourself when you got up with the napkins. “Go be a customer and bring your stuff… take two trips this time. There’s no one else here.” You snatched the napkins away from him when he tried to take them from you. 

He smiled a little. 

It made you smile more earnestly. 

“Okay… Fine…” he gave in hesitantly and followed you as you walked towards the mess he made. He picked up the stuff he left on the shelf and watched you squat down and lay some napkins over the puddle. The paper soaked the milk up and he slowly walked to the counter then returned as you finished up. 

He stood there awkwardly at first. Still just watching you clean up and then you got up and smiled at him sweetly. He smiled back at you gently and your heart sped up the way it always did when he looked at you. Your stomach clenched happily, but you frowned and quickly stepped away from him to throw the wet paper towels away along with the gallon that had contained the milk. 

“I’m really sorry,” he apologised again when you returned. 

“Priestly, it’s fine, accidents happen,” you chuckled to convince him and eyed the new gallon of milk. “You ready?” You wiped your hands on your jeans despite still feeling icky. 

“Yeah,” he answered quietly, then looked around at the unusually empty store. “You want me to finish sweeping for you? Or maybe… Do you wanna wash your hands? You look uncomfortable. I can wait,” he rambled.

You laughed at him, this was all too much for you so “early” in the morning. He instantly shut up and became flustered. His free hand flew up to the back of his neck and he laughed awkwardly. 

“Well, if it matters so much to you, put the Closed sign on while I throw the stuff in the dustpan away and wash my hands. I’ll meet you at the counter in five.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said automatically. 

You rolled your eyes at the name, but walked away wordlessly to finish up. You actually were pretty hungry.

When you returned, Preistly had his hands in his trouser’s pockets, he was chewing on his lip, and his cheeks were red from embarrassment. 

“What’s that thing you said earlier about dropping food?” He asked, trying to alleviate the thick tension that hung in the air around the two of you. You smiled as you scanned the items he needed. 

“Oh, nothing,” you shrugged, “just a saying.” 

He was quiet for a moment and then you looked up at him. He was already looking at you and your face instantly started to get warm again. You looked away as casually as you could to finish scanning the remaining items and neatly placing them inside a plastic bag. 

“It was funny.”

“Ha, I guess…” you shrugged awkwardly and told him the price of his groceries. 

“Right…” he took out random, balled up dollar bills from his back pocket despite having a wallet with enough space. You smiled curiously and took the money from him. 

God, hurry and leave, you prayed internally as you placed his money in the cash register and took out his change. You dropped three quarters and a nickel into his hand when you began hearing the soft sound of rain hitting the windows and the concrete outside, and the delightful aroma of petrichor sneaking through the vents into the store.

“Fuck,” Priestly muttered, his fingertips grazed your palm and your body lit up like the second the temperature of the universe hit one billion Kelvin after the Big Bang, finally allowing neutrons and protons to form atomic nuclei as they hit and stuck to each other. “The worst day ever.”

You snapped out of your daze, disappointed, but not surprised at his obliviousness. 

“I could give you a ride,” you offered with a shrug, taking your bag from inside the bottom drawer as he took his bag of groceries.

“I keep wasting your time…” he trailed off, but he did not decline your offer. 

“That’s fine. Where do you live?” You made your way around the counter and walked past him to stand at the door and watch the rain slowly come heavier.

“You’re a stranger,” he joked, and you turned to roll your eyes at him. “What? You could secretly be a Mankiller.” You opened the door with a sarcastic laugh and squirmed as rain hit your face.

“Please, look at me,” you scoffed playfully, locking the door to the store once Priestly stepped outside with you. 

“I am,” he said gently. 

You looked up at him with your brows knitted in confusion. “Whatever. My car’s over here,” you brushed him off and quickly led him to your car.

You both sighed once you were safely inside the freshly cleaned car. He laughed to himself as he looked around inquisitively, but you didn't question him. You turned your car on instead to pull out of the driveway and asked him again where he lived as a Britney Spears song played on the radio. This time he finally answered your question seriously.

The conversation was light and you kept asking him about the sandwich shop he worked at and about his friends to avoid talking about yourself or his break up. It was basically small talk, bleh. The conversation was superficial because you didn’t want to get close to him, not now, not when he was freshly broken up and still clearly hurting. 

He ran his hand through his hair once you parked outside his house, somehow he managed to make it look tame. He looked at the time and you waited patiently for him to get out so you could leg it and cry to your friend over the phone about how you were so not over him. 

“Stay,” he proposed suddenly when he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I can make you a sandwich, I’m really good at that.” You shook your head at first and racked your brain for some excuse to get away. “Whatever you want, I’ll make it for you, I’ve even got some soda in the fridge. Please, I feel really bad.” You chuckled softly at him and the pleading eyes he gave you. They looked much wider and greener. 

“Fine,” you gave in, “I’m really hungry, so… I guess I could stay for a bit.” He lit up slightly and started to get out of the car before you managed to turn it off. But you caught up with him as he kicked the welcome mat to the side to retrieve his house’s key. 

“You want a sub?” He asked, you bit your tongue to stop yourself from making a joke out of that and nodded as you entered his messy house. Oh well, he’s been going through a breakup. 

“Oh, God, I forgot it’s a mess,” he apologised when he looked at the star of everything around him. “Close your eyes, pretend you don’t see it,” he pleaded jokingly. 

“As long as I don’t step in something squishy, we’re all good,” you reassured him with a small laugh. You followed him to the kitchen and figured he must be going through the not-eating breakup rather than the eating-my-feelings breakup.

“How big do you want it?” He asked you, setting the bag down on the counter and going to wash his hands.

“How much do you think I can take?” You asked before you could actually filter it out of your mind. He quickly looked at you, amused and intrigued while he dried his hands with a clean towel from inside his cabinet. “Kidding, how big is it?” He laughed loudly at your question which made you get more flustered, but he still gave you a measurement with his hands. “Half of that,” you tried to ignore his face and sat down before your knees gave out from embarrassment. 

“If you can only take half of that, I don’t think you could handle me.” 

Your mouth fell open. You were sure you stopped breathing for a few moments when your heart stuttered and your stomach lurched at the thought.  

This time, you blinked at him in surprise, but your eyes stayed wide, and you felt yourself turn hotter before you both bursted out laughing. 

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[mandy-asimp]

the two year teacher

pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x black!fem!reader

warnings: language, smut, mentions of bullying, smut mommy kink, rough ish, cunnlings, fingering, love confession

summary: y/n is a very big CEO of her own company. and when her daughter comes home talking about her teacher she’s had for the second year in a row, y/n just goes with it. but when she meets a red head at the grocery store, she never would've put her as a teacher. then when y/n's daughter gets into a mishap, a lot happens

a/n: she has me kicking my feet and twirling my hair. im so deadass fr.

“Mommy! You’ll never believe it!” Your eight year old came running into your home office. You prepared for her to jump into your lap, so you opened up for her to not get hurt. “My teacher from last year is my teacher this year again!”

“Really?” You took all your attention onto her. “So you’ll know how to behave right? Be on your best behavior for her?”

You daughter nodded before running off again. “Hey Nance?” You called for your neighbor who was over for a drink. Smiling kindly as she appeared. “I’m gonna run out to go grab stuff to make dinner, can you watch Mimi?”

“Of course, I’ll have her play in the living room.” She softly nodded and walked away.

You saved your file and got ready to head out. And it was all fine and dandy, till you were at the store. You had planned to make your daughter’s favorite pasta, seeing as she was starting school tomorrow.

Just as you reached for the perfect tomato, your hand bumped into someone else’s. You looked up to meet the nicest green eyes, yet they held fire and furry.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Please,” you offered for her to go first. Watching as the fire and furry disappeared. She could only stare at you.

“Do I know you? You look incredibly familiar,” her voice. God you could’ve melted. The rasp, the accent, the volume. You could tell she saw the spark of curiosity run over your eyes.

You gave a small shrug, "Maybe I just one of those faces. Are you making Panzanella?"

Her curiosity for you sparked now. How could you look at her cart and just know? "Italian?" She softly whispered.

You caught it just barely, but didn't acknowledge it at all. Instead you grabbed a few more tomatoes and went on with a smile.

She swore she seen that smile before. She's positive you were meant to be more in her life. But once she came back to her senses, you were long gone. The tomatoes were also in her cart. How were you so quick?

Eventually, you were ready to check out, having everything you needed for the dinner. That's when you saw the red head again. She was standing there staring you down. Like she was waiting for you to finish to ask you something.

You were good at reading people…sometimes. And right now, you couldn't read her fully, but you could sense the confidence and burning question she has for you.

It had you thinking what the question could be for you. After all, she thinks you're Italian. Once you finished and got close to her, she just stared at you.

You held out your hand, "Y/n." You introduced.

"Melissa," she took your hand. Put in awe at how soft your hand was. "You Italian or working with the cops?"

"My mom was, she taught me everything there is too cooking. You must be a Schemmenti." You tilted your head.

She eyed you with caution. "You must be working with the cops."

You quickly dismissed the idea. "I've met enough Schemmenti's to know one when I see one."

Suddenly it seemed you had more control than anyone in the world in this conversation. "I don't think it's fair that you know more about me than I do you."

"Oh angel, I never play it fair. It's how you retaliate." You got closer to her, enough where there was still a distance.

Just as she realized the distance, you were gone. You had this woman absolutely smitten with you and she still couldn’t place that face. And that was the last time either of you saw one another.

Until deep into the school year. Your daughter had came home with a letter for you specifically. "Mimi? What's this?" Through the entire car ride she was quiet. Quieter than usual. You didn't get the whole spew that lasted the entire ride of her day.

She didn't answer at all, instead she put her bag down and started on her homework. Waiting patiently for you to open the letter.

As your eyes scanned over it, you could feel her about to start crying. "Honey, why didn't you say something?" The letter had been from her teacher. "Mimi, look at me baby." Her teary eyes met yours. She knew you were mad, but that look absolutely destroyed you. "I'm not mad at you. Come here, follow me."

You lead her into the bathroom. Sitting her on the sink and facing the mirror. "Do you see that little girl right there? That is my strong, amazing, smart daughter. I'm not mad at you at all. You were so brave. So incredibly brave. And to be honest my love, I've done the same thing as you." Her face lit up at that.

"You beat someone up too?" She flashed that toothy smile. Her head whipping around at you when you nodded. "How?"

You turned her around to face you. "Well, when I was just a little bit older than you, this kid, her name was Ellie. She wouldn't leave me alone ever. And I'm talking everyday she came to bug me. Your grandma had told me to just ignore her. But one day she caught me on the worst day I've ever lived."

"What day was that?" She interrupted, a confused look dawning on her.

"It was the day I told your asshole father I was pregnant with my absolute bundle of joy. And he had yelled at me in front of the entire hall and left me. So Ellie had found me during the day, and she had to say something. I was so angry at what she was saying, the names she was calling me, and what she was saying about you before I even met you. I had enough of her, and I walked away untouched. But you should've seen her. She had to move schools because everyone was making fun of her for getting her shit rocked by a pregnant woman."

"So you're not mad at me?" Mimi stared at you in awe. Her look of absolutely smitten by her mother.

You shook your head, "Of course not honey. You defended yourself and I know you're in trouble with school, but look at me. I had to talk her parents down for pressing charges and had to keep myself together while also moving schools. Don't ever let someone try and tell you what you are and aren't. Cause you'll always know who you are and who you want to be. So, when we go to meet with your teacher in a little bit, you'll tell her everything and defend your name ok?"

"Ok mommy! Can I go play for a little bit?" She beamed. You helped her down with a nod, letting her run off. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you were in pajamas still.

So you took a few minutes to put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. A baseball cap sealing down the fly aways. You quickly put yourself together and then worked on getting your daughter ready. Helping her from the school uniform into something similar to what you were wearing.

Together you went into that school knowing what was about to go down. It was only a little bit after the school day actually ended. The door was closed, so carefully you knocked.

The door flying open, "Janine I don't want to come with you I promise!" The voice came before the face. But once the eyes finally met yours, they went wide. "I...What are you doing here?" She fumbled out the question.

Without any words you held up the letter and looked to Mimi. "I believe you were the one who requested me." Meeting her green eyes once more, you flashed that smile.

That's where she's seen it. "Your Mimi's mom? But you're so young?!" You gave a nod, glancing into the classroom at the other mom. Melissa was just staring at you, but she finally snapped back at Barbra coming pass.

"Y/n?" The older teacher lit up at the sight of you. "Oh it is you! Look how you've grown!" Her eyes fell to the kid holding your hand. "Mimi! Baby girl you have grown!"

"Hi Mrs. Howard," you softly gazed. Engulfing the woman.

Melissa was even more shocked. You knew Barbra, and yet the woman has never once mentioned you to her.

"We should catch up soon, a girls day! Say Friday night?" Barbra was quick to plan, knowing you'd make time for her any day.

With a bob of the head, "Of course, you still have my number right? We can plan it further once I'm done with this meeting."

You two had finished the conversation quickly with hugs and bye's. Following the red head into the classroom. You and Mimi sat next to the other mom and her child.

"Right, so I figured you both know why I asked you here. Mimi started a fight with Amber. Now, from what I gathered, it was out of no where?" Her eyes mainly were on the kids. Mostly cause she couldn't bring herself to look you in the eyes. "I'll let Amber go first."

And so the little girl told her story, it was poorly put together for a lie. Even for a child trying not to get in trouble. Her mother smiling like she had won best parent of the year for this. Then it was Mimi's turn, and her story was very well put together. Wiping that smug smile off the mom's face.

After an hour of going back and forth trying to figure it out, it became clear. Amber had been picking on Mimi since last year and today she had said some meaner things. Amber had apologized and everyone was on their way.

The mom and Amber didn't stay long to even look at you, but Mimi was back to rambling about her day to you while you put on her coat.

"And then my day lead to be here again! With my two favorite people!" She glowed, watching as you zipped up her coat.

You puffed, then looked up to Melissa who was hovering over you, "I didn't know I had competition to be the favorite." You joked with a hint of seriousness. "Hey honey, why don't you go see if Mrs. Howard is still here? I'll be right behind you."

She didn't waste a second before running off. Leaving you two alone. You stood back to your full height. "So you're the famous teacher I hear so much about?"

"Huh?" She spat, back in that daze she had at the store. Your light laugh didn't help pull her from the state. "Oh! Like from Mimi! Um, she's a wonderful kid, I mean she probably has amazing parents at home."

"Just me and her in that apartment." You shrugged. Watching the flash of something go through those green eyes. There was a silence now. One eating you alive. "Ok! I'm not gonna try and like take all your time, but I am just going to jump to the point now. I find you very attractive, would you like to go on a date?" You spat out before you could double think it.

Not only did you have to hide how shocked you were, but so did Melissa. You were so forward. Her eyes were wide, "Wait...what?"

"Me and you, alone, Saturday night?" You smiled. Before she answered, you were at her desk writing your number on a sticky note. "Maybe then I'll tell you how I know you're a Schemmenti." You winked. "Goodnight, Melissa."

To say that date was the first of many. You two had done a lot together now. You went with her to a friends wedding. She then came and made dinner with you and Mimi, that was the day you had told her. You both had gone home separately for the holidays though. Both agreeing it was still very early on to meet family.

But now it was summer, more specifically the fourth of July. Your family never truly celebrated it like an all American family, no you celebrated with style. It was the most serious taken holiday. The whole family was going to be there. You had yet to ask her about coming with though.

You had yet to even say the big L word. Yet, you had already talked to Mimi about keeping Melissa around and possibly her becoming her step-mom. She was thrilled to finally hear you say that.

Tonight was your six month anniversary. Almost a whole year spent together. You had invited Mel over for dinner while you sent Mimi to a friend's for the night before the trip to your cousin's. Everything was set in stone for the night.

You finished just as the door opened. "In the kitchen, baby." You called carefully. Trying to calm your nerves of what the night was. Greeting her with kisses all over her face, she knew instantly something was up.

Only cause you did the same thing when you broke her lasagna bowl that she had from her childhood. She ignored you for what was the longest week of your life.

"What?" She frowned. You stayed silent and dragged her to the chair. Straddling and kissing slowly all over her face and neck. Hands carefully trailing her body. but it was stopped the moment her hands pushed yours away. "What's wrong?"

Suddenly your eyes were being threatened by tears. You moved quickly and went to grab her a glass of wine. Handing her hers while you downed yours. Needing the liquid courage more than you anticipated.

You were physically shaking and you knew it as you held the glass with both hands. "Hon, seriously, talk to me?" Her voice even wavered. Her thoughts running with this is where it all ends. The silence killing her as she was positive that was what was happening. "Is this...are you?"

Your eyes widened, "No! No! Um, you've been so incredibly patient with me, and I...I'm ready."

"Are you sure, I'll wait for you forever." She stood up. Coming closer with each and every step. You gave a firm nod, eyes sparkling with want. "Words, baby. I need you to use them."

"I want you." You almost whimpered. Practically throwing yourself into kissing her.

It was heated, but it was so passionate. Every ounce of emotion was thrown into it. You were so lost you didn't notice the thigh press in between yours. Nor the hands that pulled your hips to grind against it. With the sigh you let out, Mel took the chance to slip her tongue in.

Pulling back slightly to stare at your dazed headspace. "Are you alright pretty girl?" She purred.

"Yes, god yes!" You moved your hips on your own, letting a moan free as the thigh flexed.

Melissa smirked, "Such a good girl for me. Why don't we head for the bed huh?"

You frantically nodded and dragged her with you. Desperate to have her on you again. Moving to push her onto the bed while you were on top. Kissing at her in a frantic manner.

"Easy girl, I want you to savor this. Let me do all the work, you relax." She flipped you two. Now she was nestled between your legs. Taking in the sight of you in the short short dress you had on. "Was this all for me tonight?"

You were in such a fuzzy state. Her words, her touches, her kisses, and most of all, the hungry look in her eyes. You were a goner all because of Melissa Schemmenti.

"You look so pretty for me baby girl. That fuzzy look in your eyes. Can I take of this dress?" She fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingers grazing over your hips and near your inner thigh.

"Yes, please..." There was a hesitation in your voice. Melissa with drew her hands.

"Y/n if you're not ready, we can stop." She instantly snapped out of the feeling. She took in how you looked ready to cry. "Hey, hey. None of that, ok? It's ok, we don't have to. I know this is a big step."

A single tear escaped, but the smile on your face said many other things. "I...I love you." You whispered. "Please, Mel. I need you."

Her smile couldn't be hidden. She kissed you hard. Hard and with all the love in the world. "I love you too baby. I love you so so incredibly much."

You felt confidence hearing the words back. And suddenly your hesitation from earlier left. You pulled the back of her neck so you were next to her ear. "Please, mommy. I need you." You licked her shell of her ear. Causing her to shiver greatly.

She had that look again, she was about to take you entirely and you wouldn't know. She was going to make you feel like never before.

"Mommy's gonna take good care of you, I promise angel." Her hands ran under your dress and pulled at your panties, pulling them down and off your thighs. "Whenever you want to stop, just say anything."

"Ok, but please, no more foreplay." Your hips bucked again.

"A needy little thing you are. Did you think of this moment all day? Or did you start thinking about it the day we met?" She spurred you on, her hands pushing your thighs apart. "How good I could make you feel?"

You whined, trying to search for her hand. "Please mommy!"

How could she deny that pretty face? Her hand finally met you where you needed. Making you gasp as she drew tight circles before dipping down toy our entrance and back up. Teasing you till tears.

"You're so sensitive, I've barely fucked you and you already are in tears. You truly must've needed this." She kept talking, but wasn't giving you anything, or so you thought. She slammed two fingers into you, making you cry loudly. She could feel your walls fluttering around her. "Shh, you're ok baby, mommy's right here. You're ok. Just let me know when you're ready." She kissed your forehead. Waiting for your signal.

With a soft head nod, she didn't waste a second. You had figured she start of soft, but you were wrong. Melissa Schemmenti liked it rough. You gave her a power she never knew she wanted the first moment you said mommy.

She brought you over the edge at least three times, you were in no state to remember. With her kisses to your face and the withdrawing of her hand you thought you were done. Until she pulled you down to the edge of the bed.

There she devoured you in ways you never knew existed. And each new way brought you over until you were so overstimulated you had to physically crawl away from her. But you loved every single second.

You came back to her crawling into bed with you. She had changed you from that dress straight into one of her hoodies. "I wasn't too much was I?"

You shook your head, barely able to stay awake. You glanced up to her, "Do you want to come meet my family tomorrow? We're having a big party for the weekend. I want you to meet them all." You got out before falling asleep on her.

"I would love nothing more angel." She kissed your head, falling asleep right after you.

[isaidlandowecanbeworldchampion]

Sparks Fly - Lost the Breakup Part 4

A/n: I'm sorry for the long wait between chapter, I find it hard to write longform style things without jumping straight to the fun stuff and building enough tension.... But we all learn somehow so i hope you bear with me.

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The cool air hit your burning face as you rushed onto the balcony and began to pace in the small space. The hiss of the shower echoed from the bathroom. You ran your hands through your hair and heaved a deep breath. 

What. The. Fuck. 

Oscar is just a friend, right? So why do you feel like an electric current is running through your whole body? You slump onto the small chair occupying the space, you head resting in your hands. You need to clear your head. Standing back up, you spot the small notebook on the desk in the corner of the room. Quickly scrawling a note to Oscar. 

Gone for a walk, don’t wait up. 

–

The cool water of the shower did nothing to wash away the excitement running through Oscar's skin. He had almost done it. He’d almost kissed her. He tilts his head back and lets the water run over his face. The way she looked up at him minutes ago flashed through his mind, was she disappointed that he’d pulled away? Was she disgusted that it had even happened? Oscar’s mind races with the possibilities. 

Once he had washed his hair and relaxed from the day of travelling, he stepped out of the shower. Immediately, he realised that in his haste he had forgotten a change of clothes. 

Wrapping a fluffy hotel towel around his hips he poked his head out of the bathroom. Y/n was nowhere to be seen but he could see that a note had been written on the pad by the desk. 

He stepped out of the bathroom and quickly read the note before getting dressed into pyjama pants and laying on the couch to watch some netflix. If she wasn't going to be here when he went to sleep, she couldn't argue that he deserved the bed more. 

–

Oscar thankfully had left by the time you awoke. Now, half an hour later and sipping a coffee on the balcony, you decide to bite the bullet and text Oscar. 

Y/n:  I’m sorry if I snore 

Osc: You don’t, Don’t worry

Y/n:  Shouldn't have taken the couch though, I thought I had won it fair and square 

Osc: As I said, My mother would kill me if I let a lady sleep on the couch

Osc: Although I can’t say my back is thanking me though

Y/n:  Maybe you should come share the bed then…

You fling your phone onto the couch next to you and run your hands through your hair. Your phone buzzes and you grab it, before lowering it back down again. You stare down at it, eyes wide with nervous curiosity. It buzzes again and, your nerves suddenly overcome, you open your chat with Oscar. 

Osc: I mean if you’re offering

Osc: We’re both adults right 

– 

You are settled in bed once Oscar returns from his media duties, having grabbed dinner with his team on the way back to the hotel. 

“Hey, How was your day?” he asks  after coming through the door, placing his backpack next to the door and pulling his team polo over his head. 

Your mouth goes dry at his toned chest. You had seen him shirtless before, but he had really bulked up since joining the team. Everything was turned up, every muscle defined perfectly without Oscar looking strange or too big. 

“Y/n?” he asks again.

“Oh yeah” You answer lamely, “ I went and explored a little, I forgot that there's not really much to do around here outside of the race, but I was thinking that while you're at the track tomorrow I’d drive down to Stavelot and visit the Abbey and the Race Museum… If  you don’t mind me using the hire car that is?” 

Oscar smiled, “I got the car so you wouldn't be stuck at the hotel, it's yours to use. I’ll ask one of the guys to give me a ride to the track.” 

You nod, “Okay, it's just Lando didn't like me driving the hire cars, and he always wanted me at the track with him so I never got to go exploring” 

“You don’t have to explain.” Oscar grabbed his pyjama pants and his towel, “I’m going to have a shower, do you want to pick a movie to watch?” 

–

You burst out  a giggle when you look at Oscar. He’s sitting popped against the headboard of the hotel bed, mouthing  along with the words of the movie. You’d picked Cars for nostalgia, but watching Oscar remembering all the words to the childhood classic was more entertaining. 

Oscar looked at you, his ‘secret weapon’ ice cream bowl abandoned on the nightstand. 

“What?” He laughs with you, “I love this movie!”

“Nothing” You hum, curling up tight under the blankets, facing Oscar. Your eyelids fluttering when you realise how tired you are. 

“Goodnight, y/n” Oscar murmurs, running his hands through your hair splayed on the pillow. 

You mumble a goodnight back before drifting off to the murmur of the tv and his hands in your hair. 

–

YN LN spotted in Spa ahead of the Belgian GP. Does this mark a reunion for YN and Lando?

-

Lando grips his phone as he storms towards Oscar’s hotel room. Rage pumping through his veins. He bangs on the door with his fist, pausing before banging again. 

Oscar swings the door open, his hair mussed and wiping sleep from his eyes. 

“What the fuck is going on, mate?” He mumbles, leaning gently against the door. 

“Where the fuck is she?” Lando asks loudly, making a start into the room. Oscar gently places his hand on Lando’s chest and pushes him back into the hallway. “I know she’s here.” 

“Can you chill out?” Oscar hisses, “Yes, shes here” 

“ I-” Lando begins but Oscar puts a hand up to stop him. 

“Mate, you fucked up. You hurt her and then when she saw you in Monaco, you hurt her again.” Oscar says. “She didn’t come to see you. She came with me. Go to bed.” 

“How am I supposed to sleep when you’re fucking my girlfriend?” 

“Lando” Oscar gently places his hand on Lando’s shoulder, “ She’s not your girlfriend anymore.”

All of the emotions hit him at once and Lando found himself with tears running down his cheeks. 

“But I love her,” Lando sobs. “We can’t-, I can’t, I need her”

Oscar pulls him into a hug, Lando’s face smashing into his shoulder. 

“Goodnight, Lando.” Oscar releases the older man, “We can talk more in the morning”

The door to the hotel room clicks shut, leaving a sniffling Lando in the hallway. Oscar rested his head against the shut door. He never wanted to hurt Lando. Just like Lando hadn’t wanted to hurt you. They would talk in the morning though. 

Oscar turns and shuffles back to bed, slipping under the covers next to you. 

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♜ More Than You Asked For ♜ – S.R.

Request: idk if you're doing requests or not BUT IF YOU ARE: "spencer lends his hoodie to reader on one of their adventures. After he's dropped her off, she realizes she forgot to give it back. While folding it up, a few things fall out, including an old iPod. Curiosity getting the better of her, she can't help but look through the music and finds a playlist with her name as the title" — @wherewitcheslie

Pairing: Best Friend!Spencer x Fem!Reader

CW: Fluff | NO USE OF Y/N | friends to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff, pining, a kiss

Cases have the tendency to escalate at times; I know that's what is to be expected in this job. What I had not expected, however, was a freaking chase through the sewer system of New York.

By the end of this Hollywood movie cliché, I smelled so bad I actually felt like crying. But the unsub was caught, and the last victim was now asurvivor.

Stepping out of the hotel shower, I blow dry my hair. I brought heat protection and a leave-in conditioner so I don't fry my poor hair to death. Slipping into stretchy, actually comfortable jeans (Yes, those exist. Yes, they were expensive.) I put on an oversized pajama top and stumble out into the hotel room.

Spencer stands there, packing his go-bag, already done with packing mine. I love having my best friend be my co-worker. Fucking hate packing, and it's nice to see that he packed my sewer-clothes into a separate plastic bag.

"Feeling better?" he asks with his boyish grin.

I nod. "I needed that shower."

A chuckle escapes him. "Yeah, you reeked."

I throw my towel at him. "Thanks, cunt."

He catches the towel mid-flight and watches me drop onto the bed. Within a second, the towel is thrown onto my face. I grab it, giggle weakly, and roll it into a ball, tossing it onto the floor.

"You should put on a sweater or a jacket. I know we're just getting into a cab and then into the jet, but you're freshly showered, and it's starting to rain."

I have packed nothing comfortable. The shitty part of looking professional is that professional clothes are professionally uncomfortable. I definitely need to go shopping and buy stuff that ticks off both comfortable and professional.

I let out a childish groan. "I don't wanna..."

"C'mon, you're gonna catch a cold," Spencer tells me in a firm but gentle tone.

I roll onto my stomach, pressing my face into the mattress while complaining about my clothes. I hear him come closer, lean in, and reaffirm my protests with "Uh-huh"'s.

I run out of oxygen and stop whining. That is when Spencer sits down next to me, rubbing small circles into my back.

"Would you want to wear something of mine?" he offers.

I instantly jump up, kneeling on the bed and nodding. He chuckles, opening his go-bag. I know him well enough to know he gets uneasy when I rummage through his neatly folded clothes, so I just look at them.

"So, what do you want?" he asks. "A cardigan, a shirt-"

I interrupt him. "Can I wear your hoodie?" He raises his brows. "The grey one."

"I wore it to bed."

I know that. It's one of his favorite sleeping items when it gets colder.

"I know," I say, making grabby hands. "Now, gimme."

Pulling out his hoodie, he says, "What's the magic word?"

I sigh, trying to reach the hoodie, which he starts holding further up. "Spence."

"Wrong. Try again."

"Please," I tell him and get the soft hoodie placed into my hands.

"Wasn't that hard, now was it?"

I stick out my tongue and then let myself get swallowed by the hoodie. It smells like old books, coffee, and Spencer... or maybe all of that is Spencer. I happily flop with my arms, the way too big sleeves flopping around.

"You know, this is the best thing that came out of your fling with Max," I tell him as he hands me a pair of socks.

"A little harsh, isn't it?" he says, still smiling.

I shake my head. "She was a bitch whenever I tried befriending her."

"Yeah, but that was mostly my fault," Spencer quickly defends the woman who dumped him and moved to New York.

"Not true."

"Very true."

"Why should that have been your fault?" I ask as I put on my shoes.

"Because I constantly talked about you. She felt threatened."

"About what? Us being friends?"

There is no chance Max was actually jealous. I was the jealous one because she was constantly around my best friend, making alone time impossible.

Spencer shrugs, grabbing both our bags and leading me to the door. "Just repeating what she told me when we broke up."

I stop in my tracks. "She broke up with you because of me?"

He quickly shakes his head. "No, no, sweetheart. It just didn't work out with us."

"But- But why didn't you mention it earlier? You and Max broke up a year ago."

Why did my best friend not tell me that I was part of the breakup talk his girlfriend gave him?

"Wouldn't have changed a thing. You only would've bullied yourself into thinking it was your fault." He looks at me for a split second, then smiles. "You're doing it right now."

I shake my head, lying. "No, I'm not."

He leans closer while locking the room's door. "Liar."

I love when his face is this close to mine. It makes it so much easier to see the green specks in his hazel eyes.

"I'm not lying," I insist, but he knows me too well.

Letting go of the key still sticking in the lock, he tickles my side until I'm backed up against the wall.

"Shame on you for lying. Evil little thing," he chuckles with fake appall.

I try to squirm away without actually trying to escape. Because once he stops tickling me, we stand here, his body pressing me against the wall, his face way too close to mine.

We're both quietly staring at each other, and I wonder if he feels it too.

Okay. Maybe just calling him my best friend is hypocritical and dumb and simply not true.

I have been somewhat crushing on him since I first met him. Doesn't speak for my taste in men that it was when Tara had taken me to visit him in prison. I had seen him, he said hello, and my stupid heart skipped a beat so intense I am still recovering from it.

I joined the BAU as Dr. Spencer Reid's temporary replacement for the time being as he went to prison. I had practically jumped at the opportunity to play with the big guns, and when everything was cleared, the dust Mexico and Mr. Scratch had created had settled, Spencer had made sure I was promoted to a permanent part of the team.

He softly whispers my name, and I think he feels it too... this connection that is hunting us while we pretend to just be friends.

We jump apart the second somebody opens a door on our floor. Luckily so, because Emily and JJ come out of their room, joking about something. Spencer and I avoid our gazes until all of us are in the elevator; there, we just smile at each other.

Like...Friends.

*****

At home, I throw my go-bag aside, dump some clothes into the wash, and collapse on the couch. I'm too tired to grab a blanket, so I shove my hands into the pocket of Spencer's grey hoodie, hoping that's enough to keep me warm.

But there is something in the pocket I haven't noticed before.

Spencer's old iPod.

I love that he refuses to simply get a smartphone. It's one of those not-fully understandable quirks that just make you way more fond of somebody.

Turning it on, I decide to snoop a little – Checking out what my favorite doctor likes to listen to... It's only fair. He's all over my stuff too. No secrets; we're best friends, after all.

Putting the headphones in, I go through his playlists and...Oh My God, Spencer is a Swiftie.

But then I stop in my tracks. I need to look twice.

There is a playlist with my name.

Okay. Nothing too out there. This playlist can have a multitude of reasons. Maybe those are songs he knows I like, maybe ones he thinks I'll like once he shows them to me... Or what if they're songs that remind him of me?

I open the playlist and go through the songs. Yes, there are some that I like, but why in the world are most of those songs about unrequited love?

I sit there (rather lay there) on the couch for almost an hour, just having the songs play. As"I Can't Make You Love Me"by Bon Iver stops playing,"Line Without a Hook"by Ricky Montgomery starts...

Why?

Why does it seem like I am not the only one holding feelings that go far beyond friendship?

I sit up and turn off the iPod.

Is Spencer in love with me? Am I actually that fucking lucky?

Do I now just confront Spencer about it? What if I read the playlist wrong, and it's actually just a playlist like any other, and I make myself out to be a gigantic dummy, ruining my friendship with him?

This is stressful. But... Spencer wouldn't end our friendship just because of my little crush. The one I have since I first saw him. The one that makes me want to say"I love you"whenever he makes me laugh.

Right?

No. No, not Spencer. It's not like I decided to fall for him. It simply happened. He'd understand that should he not return my feelings, right?

Yes. Definitely.Maybe.

Maybe I should just stay quiet? Leave this question unsolved.

Is not knowing better than taking the risk? Is it smarter?

My phone rings, the picture of my best friend lighting up on the screen. Sometimes I am worried that he's able to read my mind.

I pick up, sounding so calm and cool I wanna pat my own shoulder. "Hey, Spence."

"Hey. Uhm... Did- I- You don't know by any chance if I left my iPod in my hoodie pocket, right?" he asks quickly.

"Yeah, I have it right here," I tell him.

"Cool. Cool," he answers, still sounding unnaturally stressed.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Of course. Listen, sweetheart, would it be okay if I'd come pick it up real quick?"

I frown. "Okay, what secrets do you have on that thing? Nudes? Porn? Homemade porn?"

"What?" he asks back, confused.

"Nobody loses it that much when their best friend has their iPod unless there's something on it you don't want me to see. So, is it nakey pics of you?" I tease. "Because if so, I can't guarantee that I won't be snooping for them."

"D-Don't turn it on. It- It's nothing suspicious. I just want- I need you to. It's cause..." he stutters and stammers until his voice falls silent.

Thinking about it for a second, I decide to take a leap of fate. I can easily play it off as part of the teasing, after all.

"Is this about the playlist with my name?"

The other end of the phone call is quiet. For a solid minute, I wonder if Spencer became unconscious. This silence somehow speaks louder than any excuse he could throw at me.

"Spence?" I ask.

I hear him swallow roughly. "Y-Yeah?"

"Is it about the playlist?" I whisper.

"Yes."

Goosebumps form on my entire body.

"Why?" I ask.

Almost silently, he says, "I think you already know why."

I hold my phone between my ear and shoulder so I can pinch my left hand. "Ouch."

Not a dream. I am wide awake.

I am wide awake, and Spencer returns my feelings.

I should buy a lottery ticket because this was a one-in-a-million chance of ever happening, and I should use the universe's decision to favor me as much as possible before my good luck streak fades.

"What happened?" Spencer asks, alerted by my whimper.

"N-Nothing," I answer quickly and a little dumb. "I just pinched myself."

"Why would you do that?"

Because I'm an idiot, Spencer.

"Wanted to make sure I didn't fall asleep on my couch."

He chuckles softly.

"Hey, uhm, Spence? Can we, like, I don't know... Meet in the park next to the De Luca Bookstore?"

"Of course. Why?"

"Because you asked for your iPod back," I say. "And maybe we could... I mean, weshouldtalk."

"Meet you there in 15?"

I agree. "Meet you there in 15."

*****

I walk through the park, glad that the rain we had encountered in New York hasn't reached DC yet. The sun is setting and casting a beautiful golden light over the little lake full of ducks and their little ducklings.

I pass a couple of benches until I reach the one Spencer sits on, staring at the water.

"Hey," I say, sitting down next to him.

He jumps a little, seemingly having been deeply in thoughts. "Hey."

I hand him his iPod. "Sorry for snooping. Wasn't cool of me."

He chuckles weakly, shoving the iPod into the pocket of his suit. "You know I don't mind when you're all over my stuff."

I giggle childishly. "Dirty."

He joins my laugh, making all of this way less awkward. As he stops laughing, a deep sigh escapes him. "I'm sorry you found out about it like that."

"How else would you've let me know?" I dare to ask cheekily.

"Honestly?" he laughs. "I would've taken my feeling to the grave with me."

"Why?" I tease. "Does being with me sound so bad?"

"You know that that's not the reason," he says, leaning closer and bumping me softly with his shoulder. "What would I've done if you didn't feel the same? I couldn't risk losing you."

Suddenly he jerks upright. "I- You- Do you even feel the same, or am I making a fool out of myself right now?"

"If I were to turn you down, I wouldn't still wear your hoodie," I mumble, amused, pulling the sleeves over my thumbs and feeling my face heat up.

A silence spreads between us, but it's not an uncomfortable one. We both seem nervous, but the good kind of nervous... the kind of nervousness you feel when newness in a relationship occurs.

Suddenly, Spencer's hand reaches for mine. I practically jump at this opportunity and enlace our fingers. He lifts my hand, placing a kiss on the back of it, and my heart skips a beat.

"I want to take you out on a date if that's okay with you," he says, making me nod excitedly.

"You have to pay, tough," I tell him. "Only brought my keys and 5 bucks."

Spencer chuckles. "You wanna go home and change first?"

"If you take me home now, we're staying in," I warn him with a smirk.

His tongue darts out, wetting his lips and a pink blush spreads on his cheeks. "We can always just order and watch TV."

I nod, and Spencer stands up, pulling me onto my feet.

As the night creeps in and the lanterns turn on, we walk towards the park's exit, still holding hands. All of a sudden, he stops his steps and pulls me in for a gentle yet longing kiss that lets me feel just how long we have wanted to do this.

"Sorry," Spencer smiles against my lips. "Couldn't wait any longer."

I peck his lips again, the butterflies in my stomach being the sweetest feeling I've ever felt. Then I grin.

"Look at you; got your iPod back, and it even came with a girlfriend. You really got more than you asked for today, huh?"

Continuing to walk, Spencer laughs. "Now imagine how much sooner we could've had this ifyouhad asked for it."

Giggling, I punch his arm. "Oh, shut up."

[thehomophobe]

When encountering a child 🧒: Part 2

Roxy 🐺: "Alright, so here's what you do." Roxy instructed as she pointed at the gas pedal inside the kart. "Your foot pushes on that pedal. That's what makes the kart go."

"And what about this one?" The kid points at the other smaller pedal in curiosity.

"That's the brake pedal."

"That's what stops the kart?"

"Mmhm." Roxy nodded. It was a simple vehicle but simple is different when it comes for children. (Y/N), the kid in the Roxy themed kart, had never touch one these in their whole life. Which is unbelievable despite living inside the literal walls of the mall in secret. The was right by the raceway, hidden in the dark shadows in the back where no guests, staff or robot could define. The only person who clearly notice the standalone slum from the darkness was Roxy. (Infrared vision obvi) And with an effort, Roxy decided to keep the kid's shack a secret from everyone, including her bandmates. How could she not keep allegedly her #1 fan practically standing by her side? 

(Y/N) held tightly to the steering wheel; all the might in their arms was forced onto the apparatus. They were nervous, only the adults drive a car, not little kids. But they had Roxy as their teacher, who gave a small chuckle from behind. "What's got you so tense?"

"Nervous." said (Y/N)

"You're going to be fine. Just follow the path" Roxy made a vague, squiggly outline of the track. "and slow down if you close to the edge." She points the barracks blocking around the perimeters of the track. (Y/N) loosen up and steadied themself, ready to race.

"You ready?" Their instructor asked, jumping over the barracks near the finish line.

"Mmhm." (Y/N) nodded determinedly. "I'm ready." 

Roxy couldn't smile anymore at the kid's determination. That furrow of focused, it's just too cute. 

"On your marks."

"Get set."

"Go!"

The colors fly, soar even. The wind blusters through with an unmatched force. The lights glow, illuminating with their shine. The crowds would cheer, whoas, wows, and whoos can be heard. Zooming through the gravel, bottles on the ground spin at the speed of light. Spray the champagne, pass the bottle. Hit the gas and go full throttle! You say to yourself. It felt amazing. It felt exhilarating. 

And you were one going 14 miles per hour.

Hey, it was fun for you. Especially with that big imagination of yours.

Riding the line at the final minute, you wanted to be first in line. Not really worried about the time. Roxy stood and watched for the last minutes ticking passed, arms crossed but she was smiling. Happy to see you're fun. You smiled back, showing all your jagged teeth to the gynoid.

Once you passed the finish line, Roxy cheered and clapped for you. You got out the kart and ran towards her like a kid after their first day of school, happily hugging her legs. Roxy didn't exactly know how to respond, but she thought a simple hug in return was good enough. 

You won the pole position by having the slowest qualifying time. 

Sun 🌞:

Riley Magner and Sally Rovere; left just after snack time was over.

Tommy Reignheart and Harry Kent; they too had made their descent.

Clementine, Jezbelle, Reggie and Nevin; all went home with their nanny Mrs. Delvin.

One by one the children all go, except for one who's all alone.

(Y/N) (L/N). The last child of the night. 

Sun kept to their side siting in one of the plastic chairs and assisted the young child on their paper pal. A competent distraction from the somber situation, the solemn moratorium of their guardian picking them at the late hours of the night. It is about this time when the daycare should be closed and Sun would rest while his brother handled security outside the giant play place. But for now, we craft a friend, to accompany us in this quiet, sepulchral yet serene moment in time. 

"Wow. That's a very nice paper pal friend!" The android complemented, marveling the poorly colored paper pal in front of the child. (Y/N) smiled both proud of their creation and happy about the complement. "

Tank you Mr. Sun." They slurred with glee and not-quite-right pronunciation. A grammer lesson would wait, Sun has to put all these supplies back to their rightful homes. With the help of (Y/N) of course.

"Do you know where the little crayons go?" Sun asked.

"Into the boo box." (Y/N) said, placing the crayons to their happy home. 

"That's right! Good job little star!" Sun clapped in congrats.

(Y/N) was always a sweet child. Whether it be during playtime, snacktime, naptime or an afternoon lecture, they would always behave wonderfully in the daycare. A trait both Sun and Moon admire dearly. Of course they were other sweet kids, but our spotlight is on (Y/N) today is it not? After cleaning up, Sun's battery alert popped up, reminding him of his low power.

WARNING! LOW BATTERY 

20% Power Remaining

He really needs to charge soon, both for him and Moon. He yawns of tiredness and rubbed his eyes. It was in his code for to be drowsy when his power depleted under 50%. You know, to look more human to the kids. With all the perks: stiff shoulders, malaise, slowed reflexes, constant yawning, and of course, droopy eyelids slightly covering powder blue eyes.

He was fatigued. He needed sleep. Sleep mode that is. But he can't leave (Y/N) unattended, even if they're responsible enough to be unsupervised.

"Mr. Sun." A small voice peeped. Below the 8ft android lied the small child looking up with big eyes. "Are you sleepy?"

"Sleepy? Me?" He perked up after the question and shook his head quickly to shake some spunk back into his system. "Oh nonononono I'm ok! I'm wide awake! See?" He smiled, trying to play off the exhaustion.

"Oh ok. Kan you braid my hair? Pwetty pweaze?" (Y/N) asked politely. 

"Why I loved to my little starbeam." Sun grinned. He really would. You had nice hair and it was an activity that doesn't require a lot of power. He's just gotta sit down and braid your hair. That's it. He can do that. He can absolutely do that. 

With newfound energy, Sun searched for the chest of scrunchies a coworker once donated for kids with longer hair while playing. Meanwhile, (Y/N) found a comfy spot. It was the perfect place. The sleepaway tent near the back of the daycare. Mainly used for kids who were more introverted and calm then the others. Away from the bedlam of children's games and cacophony of laughter and loud screams. 

Chest in hand, Sun scanned the area, looking for the little star that had just eluded him. 

"(Y/N)~. Where are you~?" Sun sonnets, like a princess serenading the woodland creatures around her. 

"I'm in here Mr. Sun!" (Y/N) giggled, a little head peeked from the tent. 

Oh dear. Sun silently worried. The sleepaway tent was also made for naps too. It was quiet, calming, peaceful, and according to Moon, incredibly comfortable. He was starting to wonder if he wasn't gonna make through the night.

"Come on come on!" (Y/N) hurried the android.

"I-I'm coming star." Sun stammered a little. Robotic celestials above please give him strength.

Moon 🌚: Moon check the doors. Once, twice, thrice. He can't have those pesky nightguards ambush him tonight. The perfect night for a late slumber party. He checked one final time; the pitch black is what the average person would see outside fake Lincoln log doors, but for Moon it's an empty hall slightly dirted from the patrons from early and are due for some scrubbing. Good, no ones here. 

"All clear little star~." Moon grinned, closing the door slightly.

A little giggle rumbled from inside the sleepaway tent. A lilac blanket shifted before rising from the floor. A child emerged from beneath, the blanket turned into a woolen shawl wrapped around their small body. An equally cheeky grin matched the one on Moon's. Let the fun begin.

It's been two whole weeks since Moon found (Y/N) living inside the plex. During a midnight security run, Moon found a small cot hidden deep within the gift shop, hiding behind old boxes of merchandise untouched by anyone in the past. (Y/N) presumably utilized the boxes for their hut. Moon found the child sleeping with an old (and incredibly ugly) plush of himself. Their guest id wasn't registered at all in the system, meaning they snuck in during the rush hours. So with a heart of gold, (and Sun's incessant use of persuasion), he took (Y/N) in as his own. 

To think: Moon's (and Sun's) very own child.

"We could be their dads!" 

"Don't push it."

But it doesn't sound bad, (Y/N) is a good kid and both brothers wouldn't have it any other way.

"What would you like to play first star?" Moon asked. The child hummed in thought before choosing. 

"That one." They pointed at a pack of colorful cards in the center of pile. Old Maid: Simplified. A simple game. And it had little pictures for (Y/N) to learn. 

Moon dealt the cards out for the both of them while he explained the rules. "You see these people?" He laid three different cards in front of the child: A milkman, a ballerina and a police officer. "If you two of the same person," he pulls the same three cards again, "you put them over here." The child nodded.

"You win if you don't get the old maid." He pulls the old maid card up to show. 

"Why?" (Y/N) asked.

Huh? A question Moon couldn't properly answer. He wasn't sure why the game maker deemed the old maid the losing degree. She's just an old lady. "I'm...not exactly sure star." He shrugged after dealing the cards. (Y/N) got into a comfortable position before the game started.

 You must've played hundreds of games tonight with Mr. Moon. You won some, you lost some other ones, but you had fun tonight. And now you were sleepy. You yawned and rubbed your eyes.

"Getting sleepy little star?" A rumbly voice purred. You always thought Mr. Moon's voice was pretty. It sounded like those cats you would hear on the streets. You nodded slowly. A pillow was placed by your side like magic. You held the blanket closely, feeling the softness around you. A nap sounded good to you anyways.

"Nighty night, little star~."

[goddess-of-all-creation]

Chapter 1: The odd frequency

(Chapter list / Read on ao3)

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-Earth-TRN414-

Professor Charles Xavier loved finding new mutants. Discovering their gifts and knowing what they could do, he was fascinated by them. Sure, he’d try to convince them to join him for their safety, so that they wouldn’t harm others or be harmed themselves. But he had to admit, at least to himself, that his curiosity also played a part in it. Charles loved finding new mutants, especially out in the open without having to use Cerebro. What Charles didn’t love was the helplessness he felt when one of those mutants was very close to being.

It had been a lovely day out, so lovely it gave him the circumstantial urge of going outside. Not just outside his big empty mansion but outside in the town, to be amongst people. A human-looking Hank, of course, came with him; and the two mutants sat in a mildly fancy restaurant having lunch and talking about their plans for the future. The topic of reopening the school had just been brought up by Hank when Charles heard a noise so loud, he had to immediately cover his ears while grabbing his head. It was only for a split second, but it hurt like a drill in his skull.

“Charles? Are you okay?”

“You didn’t… hear that?”

“Hear what?”

The horrible feeling of not having control over what he could hear in his head came back. Even as a child he had learned considerably quickly to control his powers somehow, to lower the volume of people’s thoughts in his own head. And more recently he had... But these weren’t just thoughts, this felt different. If it came from somebody’s mind… he knew it had to be a mutant.

“Let’s take a walk.” After paying the check, and still very confused, Hank took Charles outside the restaurant as he grabbed his head in pain once more.

“What’s wrong?”

“That way” he just said, pointing in the direction where he thought the sound was coming from. “Hurry.”

They came to a stop once they arrived at a small multitude gathering in front of a building.

“Excuse me.” Hank approached an old woman and tapped on her shoulder. She had been looking at the floor like it was the most exciting thing to watch, and looked up at Hank with a confused expression. “Excuse me ma’am, can you tell us what happened?”

“Oh, oh nothing it was…” she stared into the distance. “It was a very nice young lady; she… fell from a balcony.”

Hank looked at Charles and now it was his turn to talk.

“Where is she now?”

“Oh, she’s fine, she got up and left. She was very polite, yes, she was.”

With that, the woman turned around and left, and so did everyone that had gathered. As if nothing had happened. The professor looked inside their minds and was surprised to find that none of their immediate memories showed any of what had just been said. In fact, nothing had happened. Everyone around there had a missing something, a jump from a memory before the gathering to one of just now. Without any logical link. As if something had been erased.

The two mutants went back to the mansion and Charles immediately headed to Cerebro “It is imperative that we find them, Hank. You don’t know… we don’t know what someone with that kind of power could do.” Hank followed, worried enough to ignore the irony. He did try to get back to the conversation they were having before, he believed it was necessary to reopen the school. Imperative, even. But there was no case, all other subjects were pushed aside by the professor, who now had this and only this in mind. And he knew his obsessive tendencies enough to know this was going to be tough to get through.

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If Charles Xavier hid his selfish curiosity under his honest dedication towards finding and caring for new mutants, it could be said that his good friend Erik proudly displayed it whenever he could. He didn’t put as much effort into it though -how could he? He wasn’t the one with telepathic abilities and a fancy machine to help him. The past months had made everything even harder for him. He had to hide, lay low, run away. He wanted to go back home, he yearned for a home to go back to, one he didn’t have. So, instead, he settled for the next best thing: a one-way ticket to Poland.

The airport was full yet busy enough not to get recognized. He dressed unassumingly in a casual suit, turtleneck and a combination of hat and glasses that did it’s best to cover his features. He blended in just fine. The same couldn’t be said about the girl in front of him. Erik wasn’t someone who gave too much thought to what other people looked like, but this girl, she looked…odd. The jeans she wore were ripped, worn out and so tight they left of her legs nothing to be imagined. Her leather jacket was clearly too big for her -too big to be fashionable, in his opinion- and her boots were thick and shiny black. Her hands were covered in fingerless gloves, and her black nails were shaped like sharp claws. Aside from that, there was something indescribable about her: a certain strong energy, strong in a classically masculine way. Erik couldn’t help but stare. Her looks, however distracting, didn’t stop him from eavesdropping a little.

“I’m sorry miss, we don’t have any destination with that name.”

“Ugh fine, what about Ukraine?”

“There is a flight to Boryspil, Ukraine… in twelve hours.”

“Is there anything sooner for Poland?”

“We do have one flight going to Warsaw later today, leaving at seven.”

“I want a ticket for that one, first class.”

“I’m sorry, all our first-class seats are already booked.”

Even with her striking manner of speaking and dressing, Erik wouldn’t have given a girl the second look if it wasn’t for what he saw next. She quickly raised one hand at eye level, and lightly waved her fingers at the airport employee. Soft purple particles came out of her fingertips as she spoke again.

“I’m getting a ticket for that flight, first class, and I’m not gonna be the one paying for it.”

“Of course”

Erik smiled.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Babysitter

The Media Nanny Mcphee

Character Simon Brown (Age up)

Couple Simon X Reader

Rating SMUT AF AF

Warning: Semi non-consent / aged up smut /

I rolled my eyes and sighed, as I stood at the top of the stairs my father was going out with Evangeline for the evening meaning we needed a babysitter. I utterly protested the idea but he was insistent, After all this time he still doesn't trust me! Then again I suppose my childhood of chasing away nannies this is my pay for it, nineteen and still having a bloody babysitter. Then again there are a lot of kids in this house and I'll just wanna stay in the bedroom so... maybe it's not all that bad an Idea, even if I'm not happy about it. 

My father and Evangeline came out from wishing everyone goodbye in the playroom and were faced with me, 

"Simon stop pouting," he said, 

"I'm not pouting."

The door knocked and he rolled his eyes, "Be nice." He said going to answer it, 

I stuck my tongue out but I admit... I was taken aback by what stepped through the door. Most of our babysitters had been older women from town but...

She was young with a bun of sweet hair and a long blue dress she... she's beautiful. But I stiffened myself.

They gave her some basic info and they headed off shutting the door leaving her and I alone. 

"Good Afternoon Master Brown." She cooed, 

"Uhhh After- Afternoon." I nodded, "And you are?"

"Y/n. The Babysitter."

"Ahh." I glared, 

"I hope you don't mind you seem a little old for a babysitter?" She giggled, 

"Yeah, I'm nineteen."

"Aww a year younger then me," she giggled, "seems a little odd."

"I have uhhh I have a lot of siblings,"

"Ohh I see, I take it you're the big eldest boy."

"I am the oldest. yeah." I snapped not exactly thrilled she was talking to me like I was a child. 

"Very well I'll stay out of your way then Master Brown" she curtsied before heading into the house, 

I rolled my eyes and followed her at a distance making sure to keep an eye on her as she looked after my siblings even if I admit looking at her in that cute little blue dress was making me a little crazy, especially if she bent over revealing her black boots and stockings below, she was now in the kitchen preparing dinner I did feel kinda selfish not helping her but still I couldn't help but watch.

I noticed my little half-sister, one of Evangeline's daughters scamper in, little Lisa came in and looked at the dinner being prepared before grabbing the skirt of 

"aww hello there, how can I help you? yes it's a lovely dress isn't it, you're welcome to feel if you'd like,"

And of course, Lisa was happy to do so playing with Y/n's dress excitedly and giggling away, Y/n didn't bother to pay her that much attention and it was... such a strangely arousing thing to watch as Lisa in her innocence was fluttering and flapping y/n's dress trying to flip it and getting frustrated that she couldn't make it do the things she wanted it to do, it was completely innocent just a young girl playing with a woman's skirt nothing sexual of course given Lisa is four and has no idea what she's doing and y/n doens't know I can... uhhh see... what's happening and the mere flashes of her stockings was enough to send me up the wall. But the play had become tugging and pulling and flicking and flapping, trying to see what was under the skirt in her sweet innocent curiosity oblivious to her antics and the effect they had on me, I watched for a creepy amount of time as one flick made the fabric flick up and for a moment reveal the top of her stockings around her thighs and a flash however brief of white cotton panties... 

I gulped as I tried to savour such a view for a mere second before the dress fluttered back down. 

"Go on go get your brothers and sisters," Y/n told Lisa as she finished making dinner, Lisa nodded and scampered away happily to tell everyone and it was then I was caught looking. "Can I help you master brown?" 

I jumped at the thought she may have known I was there but given her glance, she only just saw me, I sighed in relief to think she didn't know I saw everything, "I was just... I was just, err, checking to see that you were alright - you're a pretty woman you must get all the attention, I hope my siblings aren't annoying you?"

"of course not there all lovely" she Smiled "Dinner, is ready if you'd like to join us? if you're not too big and grumpy up in the bedroom?"  

"No I uhh I'm happy to," I nodded, even if I was a little annoyed at her once again talking to me like I was a child,

I took my seat as everyone headed in and began to eat, the food was nice and she did keep everyone settled fairly well and once again after dinner, everyone scurried off outside to play. 

"I guess you're pretty good at this babysitting thing, I thought you'd have given up by now."

"why your all such Angels" she Smiled picking up Lisa and helping her down from her chair to run off too, 

As she bends over to set Lisa on the floor I can't help but look and think of what I saw, I wanted so so badly to see them again. 

"yes?" She asked "Something the matter Simon? You're as red as a strawberry?"

"No, no, no nothing really I was just... I... I'm okay. Just... I-I was just watching you... you're a great babysitter is all, and you're so patient."

"Well thank you very much," she cooed, before she headed out to the garden to keep an eye on them, I followed her of course and stood with her a moment, "aren't you going to play Simon?" She asked and for a moment I glared as, "Sorry," she giggled, 

"no, I'd rather watch you. You're such a good babysitter you know, it's fascinating."

"Thank you," She smiled "But you're never too big to play you know" She smiled, "It's fine your just coming to the end of your I need to be cool phase?"

"I guess..."

"I went through a too-cool phase too"

"It's a weird time, especially with so many kids around I wanna be an adult but... also feel like, I'm not too cool, you know, I'm still young - I'm still a kid. It's just, we have our own thing going on back there and I... I was fine just watching you."

"Alright," she smiled,

For a moment there was this... quiet between us a gentle acceptance I suppose, but she soon broke it.

 "I know you were looking"

I blushed like crazy, embarrassed, humiliated but I had to speak, "Oh-oh, uhm, yeah... I-I couldn't help it. You're an attractive woman and I couldn't help but notice. Sorry."

"you're not in trouble." she giggled, "It's fine Simon, Perfectly natural for boys your age Girls are a big thing for you,"

"I guess... kinda hard to meet any given I'm struck here all the time with them," I said I had to admit it, it was true I rarely see girls my own age or anywhere near it, I rarely see anyone but my great aunt and my siblings, and she is so beautiful, so cute and sweet, 

“you share a room I notice with your siblings?"

I nod my head, still feeling overwhelmed and blush a little bit but I don't want to make it awkward, so I just keep my head lowered. "Y-Yeah, we all sleep in the same room."

"awww poor thing" she cooed "Why not ask your father for your own space? he surely can't expect you to be happy bunking in the same room as your baby sister at your age"

"Yeah, yeah I'd like my own space,"

"I'm sure of it, and I have to admit that attic with that nice round window does look nice and spacious, it might be a little dusty and need some TLC but a good space for the eldest brother to make his own" she smiled "plenty of space and privacy too... Grow up"

"It would be like my own private sanctuary, you know, my own corner of the world. I think I'd love it." I smiled, "I've always been really mature for my age. but I would give anything for my own space to... grow up." 

"Simon?"

"Yeah?"

"Promise me, no matter the... Raging hormones and rebellious madness, don't forget to still be a kid, you might be mature for your age I was too but trust me one day soon... you'll suddenly realise all you ever really wanted want to be a kid." she explained and even if she had only lived one more year then me I felt the weight in her words more so then any other person, I felt like I truly believed her for once, "but you can always have fun as an adult it's not the be all and end all, you can be childish any age and mature any age, what matters is experiences and having fun"

"Thank you, I will" I nodded, unable to stop looking at her,

"I take it girls are a big focus for you right now or am I just lucky?"

"um... yes... I mean, yeah, girls have been catching my attention lately. and uhhh you are also lucky I uhh don't get to see many girls- Women sorry."

"It's alright, I went boy crazy when I was a little younger than you," 

Just the thought of her being boy-crazy gives me butterflies in my stomach, "Yeah I guess getting to the end of the cool phase far more into the girl crazy, I guess maybe I'll level out when I'm a bit older."

"Perhaps you can peak up ladies' skirts" she laughed "when you're older"

"Ughhhhhh...."

"something wrong?"

"Um, no, nothing's wrong. I'm just... thinking, that's all."

"I'm just thinking about... uh..."

"your thinking about my skirt aren't you?"

"Okay, yes I am. Do you... do you mind?"

"not at all."

I froze up at the idea she didn't mind me thinking of her skirt! Ohh god I wanna do so so much more then think about her skirt 

"Simon?"

"I uhhhhh i ughhh I umnmmmmm yes y/n?"

"It's fine, you can look we're both adults here."She giggled and plaid with her own dress skirt a little

I'm not sure why the way she's playing with her is so distracting and hot... but it is. I can't seem to look away from the way the skirt is rising. The more she plays with it, the more I can't see myself looking away. her hips and legs are too distracting. I blushed so intensely because despite telling myself to look away, I just can't. I should look away, but I'm enjoying the view way too much. The more I stare, the hotter and more intense it is for me. her legs are so incredible, she is simply out of this world. I can't believe she's letting me keep peeking! she knows I'm standing here, she knows I'm looking! but... it almost feels like she wants me to look... 

Maybe I should play with her skirt. I can't possibly miss this chance, it might not ever come by again. I guess it wouldn't hurt to just.. play with her skirt. It would be fun and a little cheeky right...? Without really thinking too much, I slowly moved my hand onto her dress's skirt and moved myself to stand behind her she had yet to protest or even turn to look at me so I quickly slipped my hand up underneath her skirt. I can't even think straight right now but I'm enjoying this way too much. the soft skin of her thighs, her sweet stockings, her slinky dress, her warm skin, her lavender perfume, I can tell that this is wrong and I probably shouldn't be doing this... But I can't think too much when I'm so hot and distracted by her body. Playing with her skirt is so naughty, and I love being naughty... I'm gonna play with it.

I slide my hand up a little bit further, not all the way up but far enough that my hand is just below the top of her thigh feeling the soft warm skin. I'm really getting close now, a little bit closer and my hand could accidentally slide higher with a few more inches. I wonder how far I can really take this before she tells me to stop... I'm at the point where if I move my hand a tad higher, then my fingers will be resting on the hem of her panties. This is probably a little too naughty, maybe I should stop. But I'm enjoying this a little too much. she seem to be letting me do this as well, so I guess I can't get in trouble for it... can I?

The thought of moving my fingers a little bit higher has me tempted. It would be extremely naughty, and I'll definitely be taking a huge risk... But the thought of doing it is so alluring and tempting at the same time. I need to make a quick decision, because if I hesitate too long, then my hand will move on its own... And I don't want that to happen. I should just do it

I slipped my hand up to meet the soft white cotton of her cute little panties they were so smooth and soft I fondled her ass through them with my hand for a few seconds already feeling like I'm drooling all over her shoulder just at getting to touch her! I don't know how much more she'll let me do but I am not stopping! I don't think magic or madness could stop me now!

I kept fondling and groping her ass for a good while but I knew what I wanted I decided to move my hand to a naughty spot. I moved my hand down between her legs and stroked her sweet pussy through her panties I found her clit and began to stroke it softly The way I'm moving it is not so much a playful touch anymore, but a very naughty touch. It's making my heart beat so fast, but it's such a thrill to do it. I can't believe I'm doing this to her, but I'm getting such a rush from this.

The moment my fingers grazed her, "uhh! Simon!" She squealed slightly but not enough to alert anyone,

Hearing her squeal slightly takes me by surprise, but the sound of her moaning and squealing in enjoyment is so hot. I'm already blushing so intensely, and with that sound, in my ears, the rush is getting even stronger now. She has no idea the things I want to do with her right now but these things flooded my mind, of ripping her panties and fingering her like a creature possessed, of bending her over and having my way with her, of throwing her over my shoulder taking her up to my bed in the bedroom and... ohh god the things I'd do to her, but I didn't want to waste a moment of this, I don't want to stop and I want to keep going, especially after that little squeal she made. I don't know what's getting into me, but touching her like this is making me feel really hot my erection had fully jumped to attention in my pants and was throbbing at the sound of her gasps, 

"uhh Simon..." She moaned "this isn't an appropriate way to touch your babysitter -"

"Ummmm I know, I know, I know," I told her kissing her cheek, "Tell me to stop. Please... Please... Tell me to stop before I do something bad..."

"Are you going to if I don't tell you to stop?"

"I think so... make me stop, beg me to stop, tell me to stop, I... I want to do this.... so so fucking bad." 

she only moaned again her moan is absolutely enchanting, so much so that I start to feel incredibly hot and passionate. I can't believe she's letting me continue doing this, but I'm enjoying it so much. I really am. The thrill and rush is making me feel so naughty and excited. The more her moan keeps filling my ears, the more I enjoy playing with her.

I think I'm going to continue this, and maybe even go further.

My fingers keep touching her very sensitive spot her sweet little clit. I'm blushing and giggling softly as she continues moaning. The rush of this is incredible, I've never felt this good before. And the sounds of her getting more and more aroused and excited is like music to my ears, it makes all my senses more vibrant.

My fingers caress her clit gently, making it more and more enjoyable. I'm playing with her and teasing her like this. I'm enjoying it so much. I'm enjoying it a little too much, actually. My own heart is pounding so fast and my cock throbbing in my pants, I can hardly focus. The way her body moves and reacts to my touch is just too hot. It's impossible to stop at this point, I just can't resist anymore...

"uhhhh! Simon, I'll-"

her moaning fills my ears and makes me so excited. I feel so tempted to touch her more, the feel of your body and how it moves and reacts to my touch is just too much. The sounds of her moaning my name only make me more curious to touch her  like this, she isn't stopping me so I'm gonna keep going, 

At this point, my fingers began rubbing on her clit hard and mercilessly through her cotton panties, The touch against her body is making her moan even more now, and the way her body reacts to me playing with her in such a naughty way is just too much. she seems to be enjoying this a little too much, which only makes this even more appealing. I'm going to keep playing unless she really stops me, and even then I'm not sure I'd be able too 

"Simon- Simon- ughh!"

The sound of her getting closer and making these noises is driving me crazy. I'm blushing so hard, my fingers are rubbing and caressing her so much they were tried but I didn't bear to stop. It's making my blood boil all over my body and all I see now is her in front of me, I'm enjoying this so much. her body looks so beautiful and I can't really think about anything else right now. she is making me so hot and I can't make myself stop this.

She suddenly clamped a hand on her skirt and on his hand holding my hand tightly the other on her mouth as she concealed her squeal, immediately her body tensed up and the wetness that had been gathering in her panties as I touched her began running like a river down her legs 

"Simon!" She protested

My heart stopped when she grabbed my hand. her tight grasp on my hand and watching it all running down her legs made my mind shut down completely. I could barely think straight anymore and I was completely at a loss for words. I thought I was gonna faint! Or cum! Or both i don't even know what I was gonna do! 

I just had to get a grip on myself!

Or don't get a grip on myself if I don't wanna make a mess all over her dress... but ... also... i kinda wanna... 

The feeling of the wetness running down her legs was unexpected but something about it also aroused me immensely. It was hot, really hot. The grip she had on my hand was so tight but it's like I didn't want to move my hand either. I know what she did... what I... made her do, but I just want to have a bit more time playing with her. She make me feel so seductive, so intoxicated.

 she's like a forbidden fruit, and I just want to have a lil' more taste.

the way her body reacted to me touching her makes me acknowledge that I definitely am not the only one enjoying this... The wettness running down your legs is making me feel hot and giddy at the thought I had her do such a thing. I wanna do more than just touch, I wanna explore... I wanna slide my hand down there and explore her entire body.

My hand is still firmly clamped down by her, and I have to figure out my next move. I don't think I can go any further than this. Unless she'll let me. I feel like she may be open to playing a little more. she seemed so spirited earlier, and her body is still trembling showing she enjoyed my touch and I bet she wants more...

I bet she's clamping my hand to her pretty pussy to make sure not to let me move my hand. 

Maybe this is her way of stopping me moving away? Or maybe you just want more time to let the adrenaline settle? 

she still trembling from her orgasm and I'm still trembling from the rush, and I still feel like playing a little bit more. It's such a hot moment, one that I don't want to take for granted. I must not let this moment pass and I need to keep exploring her body...

after a minute or two She let go of my hand moving her own back from her mouth gasping hard,

Immediately My fingers go back to caressing that sensitive little clit again,

She gasped was loud, and I hope nobody can hear this. My cheeks are still blazing red, and I'm breathing pretty heavily myself. her body feels so hot and shs shaking so much, but I must not stop playing with her just yet...

"no! No! No! Simon!" She gasped almost squealing,

her voice and the way she breathed that last one sounded a lot like a moan, and the more this moment persists the hotter it keeps getting. 

she says no but you're not stopping me that easily babydoll? Do you really mean no or are you teasing me now..? 

My fingers are still caressing her lit, I'm enjoying this too much to stop...

her breath gets faster and I can hear her getting more and more aroused. her body keeps trembling and I can hear her making little noises to keep it all inside. I'm enjoying this way too much, I really am... Even if we're going to get caught, it would be completely worth it. I'm going to keep caressing that body of hers, I could keep playing with her like this all day if she really let me...

"Simon stop!" She begged,

"Mmm... Why? You're not stopping me now are you?" Your voice is barely a whisper now and she's begging. "Ummm! I told you to stop me before I did something naughty babydoll" I growled in her ear, "You should have stopped me when you had the chance.."

Your words sound so hot, so provocative. And the more you beg the hotter and more passionate this whole moment makes me feel. I'm not gonna stop, not yet at least. Not unless I'm forced too...

"ohh... ughhhh! Simon... you... You have no clue what you've done do you?" She gasped,

"Humm babydoll? What have I done?" I growled, "We both know what I made you do babydoll... and I'm gonna keep playing with my little doll until I'm finished with her," 

"Simon please your father could-"

"He could come home your right, he could see us." I smirked, "Or any of them, humm what would my father say his trusted babysitter was found with my hand up her skirt, dripping her squirt down her legs having just orgasmed while she was meant to be taking care of the children?" 

"Simon stop please- I" she begged, 

 her words are so hot and so arousing, it's hard to think straight.

How can I think about anything else when it feels like her body is burning hot with arousal? I can't believe the way this has escalated, but oh god I don't regret a minute of it. her body is still trembling and her voice keeps getting more and more flustered. I can't stop, I refuse to stop playing with her.

"no! Simon, you have to stop please!" She begged

"Mmmm... Don't worry, I will stop. when I'm done." I growled, "Ummm just let me touch you babydoll,"

"Suimon please..." she begged,

her begging just makes it more tempting, and honestly, I don't really care that we're on the verge of being caught.... It kinda makes it even hotter that way.

I'll keep playing with her as long as I could, until she can't take it anymore. I'm in complete control of her body and she is in complete control of me. The thrill is amazing. all I want is her, all she needs is me, I want to throw her on the grass and fucking take her! I grab her panties and push them aside slipping my fingers inside her as I rubbed her overstimulated clit, 

"no! No more!" She whines

"Just for a little bit? I promise you'll love it, it'll be good for both of us..."

"No please" she whined,

"come on babydoll, come on, little more for me," I groaned fingering her so hard her wetness was flooding down my hand her whole body shaking and squealing as quietly as she could her only suppose to even stand is me and I'm the one torturing her giving her no escape from this feeling inside her, and she hit her second orgasm screaming below her hand as she clamped it back over her mouth her body almost falling against me as wetness flooded out of her and her whole body tensed and suddenly related, "Ummmm you feel so good when you do that," I muttered slowly down to let her ride it out and as soon as she could breathe again I smirked and began to finger her again moving them as hard as what got her to her orgasm but she forced my hand away and turned to me holding her hand between her thighs as she struggled to even stand,

"no!" She demanded, "No more."

"Just one more for me babydoll."

"I said no." She snapped grabbing my hand and tugging me inside with her, 

The moment they where in the kitchen she whispered but with her face red and her hands clamped between her legs "oh my god - oh my god- oh my god- Simon!"

"ummmm I know, it was so so good-"

"It was not!"

"wasn't it? we both can see what you did y/n."

she's completely red in the face and she still has her hands clamped between her legs. she's 

Ummm just watching her like this in the aftermath of two orgasms it's so hot and arousing, she's almost moaning as she tries to speak 

her body is moving and trembling so much and it's making it so much more difficult to keep my head straight I just wanna get my hands back up that dresses skirt,  she still biting back her moans which just makes it so much more arousing. My entire body is shaking as well now, the heat from this little moment is getting my body hotter and hotter.

"Simon we- We-"

"I know what we did babydoll... now... uummmm let me back at you-" I groaned trying to grab her but she pushed me back, 

she kept saying she wanted me to stop playing but her body looked so desperate, so needy like she needs me so badly to keep going. all her begs are doing is making me want to play more and more with her I try again to get at her but 

"Simon I said stop!" She demanded forcing his hands away

My mind is almost shutting down from this but I don't want to let go just yet.

my body is craving for more play, even if you want me to stop. I'm not going to let anyone or anything get in my way of playing with you babydoll

"Don't stop... I said do NOT stop!" I demanded, "Please just let me play more. Your body wants it too right? You know it does... Your body is dying for it. It makes it so much easier if you don't keep fighting me..." I growled kissing all over her face trying to tug her dress up as I pinned her waist to the table, 

My hands run up to the hem of her dress and I can't help myself, I lift it up completely exposing her thigh her stockings and her little soaked white panties still put to the side to make room for my fingers, she turns bright red humiliated and embarrassed at having herself exposed like this, I don't even hesitate I grabbed her waist with one hand and set my other to thrust two fingers inside her and rub her clit as hard as I can, The sensation of my hand coming into contact with her skin is intoxicating. 

"Simon! No!" She ordered, "Simon!" She screamed, "stop it! Now! Immediately you stop this right now! Or I'll tell your father!" She begged, "ahhhhh! Simon!"

"One more of your orders and you think I'll stop?"

I'm in total control of this moment right now and I will play with her as long as I can. I can barely breathe right now and I feel like I'm going to pass out from such excitement, her orders don't stop me one little bit, I'm not going to stop until I feel like stopping. Even if that means me keeping my hands on her skirt, I'll find a way to play with her. 

I know You can't resist me, and you can't stop me either babydoll, 

"If you wanted me to stop you should have stopped me when you had the chance. Now my little doll let me play with you until I'm tried of you." I demanded, 

"uhh Simon" she muttered

her response only drives me even wilder, at the moan of her giving in, her submitting, I admit.... The thrill and excitement of what I'm doing gets me so agitated that I want more and more. The idea I've already made my babysitter cum twice and I'm gonna force another out of her was more then anything I could imagine, 

"uhhh Simon!" She moans

her moans It makes it so much more intoxicating for me. "Ughhhhh fuck! Babydoll.." I muttered kissing her neck, "Uhhh your moans are gonna make me cum my little doll," I smirked rubbing on her thigh the sight was enough to thrill me but I need a little friction to get myself there even if I'm pretty sure I don't need much, 

"uhh Simon please -"

We both seem totally lost in our own little world as our exploration brings us a lot of pleasure. I feel my mind start to drift off as everything seems so euphoric, I know I'm close too and god damn do I just wanna take my pants off and fucking ruin her! 

She begins to shake her hands gripping the table her head thrown back which only made my hips go faster and faster, 

The sight of her now is driving me insane, her body is shaking and she's obviously letting go of everything but the pleasure my hand can give her, The sound of her heavy breathing in my ear makes it feel like my senses are shutting down, all I can feel and hear is her. It was like the whole world was coming together to give her as much pleasure as possible.

 I'm only now admitting just how much power I have over both of our bodies...

"Simon Simon please im-"

Hearing your voice calling my name makes my body suddenly seize a little. "Ummmm I know babydoll, I know, I am too. just... just let me keep going, just let me feel you-"

"ohh Simon! Your gonna make me- ughhh! Simon, please don't stop don't stop please"

When I hear her voice beg me not to stop it sends a sudden shiver throughout my body. 

"I won't stop, I'm never gonna stop my beautiful little doll!"

"Simon... Simon... I-" her voice breaks

 I can tell that she's losing any control she had on her body, it's shaking hard and her voice is breaking. 

"If I continue further then it's possible you might lose yourself completely to me babydoll"

"uhh! Uuuhh!" She froze up her body completely shut down and gave herself to my pleasure completely her arms wrapped around my neck her head thrown back as her squirt ran down her legs and that sight was enough to tip me over sending me to an utter plane of ecstasy and euphoria unlike anything I had ever given myself in the rare moments alone in the bath or if my family had gone out, this was another level and my eyes rolled back as I pushed my body hard against her 

"Ughhhhh! Ughghhhh Y/n!" I moaned as I tried to hold both of us up as we gasped and relaxed from that high, "I uhhh I uhh I'm sorry I uhh I think I went mad there."

"Yeah, you kinda did. it's fine Simon" she smiled giving my lips a little kiss, I happily kissed her back cradling her in my arms and fixing her dress for her, 

"Thank you.. so so much!"

"You're welcome, thank you very much," she giggled,

"You are... without a doubt the best babysitter I have ever had." 

"Aww thank you, Do you think you could recommend me? get me some more work?"

"No way."

"No?"

"No, you're all mine babydoll," I cooeed kissing her sweet soft lips when we pulled back I noticed the uhh state of my pants and her dress, "Ohh uhh we should uhhh"

"Yes, look after them I'll go wash this" she nodded scampering away, 

I happily did so still feeling on a little cloud when she came back I went and changed my underwear and my pants, hiding any evidence of our snuggles and we may have... made out in secret a little after she put everyone else to bed I wanted so much more! I wanted to take her up to the attic, lay her on the floor and... make her mine. 

But soon enough my dad and Evangeline came home so I hid upstairs as she let them know it all went well and she took her pay before she left heading home, I smiled so happily.

"Ohh you're still up Simon?" My dad asks as he comes to the kitchen and sees me,

"Yeah," I shrug this was fairly normal for me still being up so late, and I admit I couldn't help striking as he leant on the table that... y/n and I had... plaid against. 

"so? How was it?"

"Fine, she kept stuff handled." I shrugged,

"So? you think maybe she's okay?" he asked, "no issues with her like your other babysitters?"

"she is... acceptable," I said, trying not to smirk or blush too much,

"So if we wanted to go out again, you're fine with her?"

"I am happy for her to be the babysitter, whenever you guys need to go out." I told him,

"Good, I'm glad we found someone you kids all like." he chuckled,

"yeah, ohh by the way...."

"yes?"

"The attic? Can I have it as my own room?"

"... well... your a big boy now I guess that's alright, we'll get it sorted tomorrow." he said heading off out the kitchen and I couldn't help but smile 

Yes! 

[sketchfanda]

Unpaid Commission One Shot:2 girls and one Beast

It was a slow, quiet sort of day in Jump City and in Titan Towers, that made for a sense of boredom which for the usually bubbly Tamaranean princess Starfire was hard enough to cope with. Especially with Cyborg and Robin both out on a mission that didn’t really require the whole team besides just the two of them and of course…it just had to be a heatwave!! The exotic redhead currently floating aimlessly around the halls of the tower seeking the company of Raven, hoping the deadpan goth girl perhaps had air conditioning or a means of cooling down, as her ensemble of a white thing and tanktop clung to her orange skinned body, the material see through due to her glistening sheen of sweat. But interestingly and quite puzzling, the empathy wasn’t anywhere to be found in her bedroom and that was usually where she tended to be the most likely to be located so here she was trying to find her.

So she continued her search for her fellow titans throughout the tower, having found no sign of her so far in the kitchen and the living room before she had the bright idea to ask Beast Boy if he might have any clue as she made her way to his room. Pausing as she was puzzled to find the door slightly open and particular sounds if she listened close enough, rousing her curiosity enough to peek inside and see if he was okay. Her emerald green eyes widening as she beheld quite the sight before her, the source of the noise being BB groaning and the reason was why because Raven was giving him a blowjob. The alien babe silently gasping as she had a good view of their naked bodies, ash and green skin glistening with sweat due to what wave as BB sat on the edge of his head, the tell tale sins of a porno playing on the tv in the background as Raven’s big, thick goth booty swayed and jiggled as she sucked and blew on the fauna shifter’s quite impressive length and girth.

Now Star wasn’t naive about sex or any stranger or her urges and it tickled her with delight to see the duo so close and intimate but to think they were this erotic, subconsciously licking her lips as she didn’t turn away from this lewdness. Hands moving instinctively as she began to touch and play with herself, one reaching under tanktop to grab and squeeze her tits while the other plunged down the front of her panties, fingers becoming soaked with her flowing juices. Thighs clenched as she hid her moans and pants, watching Raven suck and blow BB’s cock, the usually broody, snarky goth’s eyes glowing with lust and devotion as they were locked on BB, as if taking pride in how she was giving him such pleasure. The goth babe’s current mood such a delightful contrast to her usual self as the way she practically deepthroated the green boy displayed much familiarity snd experience which made it clear this wasn’t the duo’s first rodeo.

How utterly intoxicating snd arousing it was to the Tamaranean as she comtinued to okay with herself, shame and inhibition cast aside as it was clear the heatwave was really messing with her. Causing her her own natural heat to kick in as she couldn’t help but see herself in Raven’s place, the scent of his raw manly musk potent and stirring her libido as she wondered what he tasted like, what it’d feel like to give him fellatio or how intense he could be if they were to mate. Or what it’d be like to taste Raven’s lips, to have their bodies pressed together as they made out and shared their green guy friend’s seed between them. The extra terrestrial pausing in the midst of her masturbation as she noticed Raven’s violet eyes looking her way, realising she’d been caught in the act yet puzzled that the goth wasn’t angry or annoyed, not even stopping her blowjob as she gestured for her to come inside.

Raven:*The goth kep her gaze locked on her voyeuristic gal pal as she hovered into the room, seeming to hum with approval at the sight of the sweaty Tamaranean and her state of indecency. Popping her mouth off with a sensual gasp, exposing Beast Boy’s drool soaked cock as she jerked it off to keep him in a steady state of arousal.*”Yeah this is exactly what you think it is…we’re not quite dating yet but doesn’t mean we don’t like to scratch each other’s backs every now and then. And his heatwave is really messing with our hormones right now, it’s even sen Gar here into an early rut which usually takes me a while to get him soft….and looks like you’re about the same. How about it? Want to help out?”*That made sense to Star, the 3 of them being all alone, cooped up in this tower with this weather, raben being part demon, BB’s peculiar animal tainted biology and her own genetics (no doubt a result of her race having evolved from cats), well it was a melting pot chemical reaction about to happen. And really, how could she refuse Raven’s oh so generous offer especially with that massive emerald cock now directly exposed, twitching with wanton desire and glistening as it was coated with the goth babe’s drool.*

Raven cracked a small, stealthy smile of lust as she looked upon Star stripping, her arousal skyrocketing at the sight of that exposed, exotic body glistening with a rich sheen of perspiration. That orange booty clapping and those perky tits jiggling as she opted to walk over, every step hypnotic as she soon joined the goth babe, kneeling beside her and looking upon BB’s cock with sensual awe. Feeling her slit gush and quiver as she breathed in his manly scent, hands cupping and squeezing those emerald balls as Raven let her grasp that cock in her place, letting her take over. Looking on as Star wasted little to no time in assaulting that dick with all her lusty affection, stroking away as she planted licks and kisses upon it, soon sucking and blowing away upon it as she deepthroated or attempted to, such was her state of horniness right now.

Beast Boy, BB to his friends or Garfield or Gar to those who knew him the most personally and intimately felt like he was about to die and go to heaven if this was a preview of it. Raven alone was an absolute pro at helping him through his ruts but now having Star in the mix was a wet dream come true, those cute green eyes of hers looking up at him with erotic devotion as she sucked him off. Her fellatio causing him to buck his hips out of reflex, Star moaning at the sudden facefucking with delight as those heavy green balls smacked her chin. Raven looking on with voyeuristic pride at her zooshifter boyfriend showing off his raw stud potential as she reached a hand out to probe and prod the Tamaranean’s slit, as she kissed and licked her way up along BB’s toned, athletic torso before soon making out with him, their tongues dancing together in a sloppy game of tonsil hockey.

Star wasn’t what you’d call a slut or white but as mentioned she was no stranger to eroticism, after all her race had little to no concept of modesty and were very comfortable in showing off their bodies. And the absolute energy of lust and intimacy between Bb and Raven was magnetic, drawing her in as she soon found the deadpan snarky goth babe joining her as they rocked their green guy pal with a tandem blowjob. Licking and sucking his green cock in turn, even jacking him off with a titfuck and a booty sandwich or making out with thst shaft between them, tongues dancing as they kissed and deepened their friendship to whole new lewd levels. Their lust growing as the animal shapeshifter’s shaft sprayed and rained pre on their exotic skin, that length snd girth lubed up with their drool, yearning to to plunge into their pussies and mate and breed.

But first, the sunshine snd shadow babe pair wanted their dose of protein as they vigorously jerked off BB, making him groan and shuddered their spit made his cock slick and lubed up in their silky grasp. Rewarding their lewd tandem handjob with their much desired geyser, ropes of Bb’s white hot batter falling on their faces and tires as they caught plenty in their mouths. The hottie pair pressing their lips together as they conducted some snowballing, swishing and gargling the seed between them as they swallowed their treasure and turned to look at their emerald stud with lust glowing in their eyes, their gazes leering as they saw that cock still standing. Twitching and pulsating as their alpha sensed the need for his bitches in heat to be mounted and rutted.

Which he gladly obliged of course as Raven more than happily let Star have the first round, looking on with erotic kinky pride as she watched Star taken in a prone bone position. The Tamaranean princess�� face an expression indicating her brain was drowning in mind numbing bliss, a total ahegao as she made deep, lusty moans from Bb pumping and thrusting like the animal he was. His balls and pelvis smacking her orange booty, making those cheeks clap and jiggle as his bitch pleaser hammered the entry of her womb. She used to fantasize about the zoo-shifter using his powers in lewd ways especially when it came to his cock but it was clear he didn’t need to, his length and girth was ideal as it was in its au naturale state. Filling and stretching the walls of her pussy in ways that it was moulding itself to his shape, not wanting to forget this ecstasy especially when it would fill her womb with enough batter to put a bun in her oven.

Of course Bb was definitely no slouch in the departments of stamina and endurance as his rutting was assaulting Star with a rush of orgasms, a quality Raven was more than familiar with as she now enjoyed her turn one on one with her green lover boy. Star kneeling beside them, plunging her fingers into her sloppy, heated snatch as she watched the goth babe bounce and ride on BB’s cock like she was riding a wild bull at the leaders rodeo ever, those ashy tits and ass bouncing snd jiggling like the hypnotic flow of a lava lamp. Her usually smooth, toned belly swelling with the bulge of his beastly cock as it indicated his depth and reach, no doubt hitting her womb with what was the lewdest familiarity and intimacy the pair had. As far as Star was concerned, this was a bind she wanted to share and didn’t want to be a one time one off sort of thing, not when it felt so good.

It was a feeling that was certainly mutual with Raven and Bb who opted to unofficially seal the deal as the animal based shifter’s room became the playground to a wild, hot and sweaty threesome. The walls and ceilings echoing with the heavy rhythm of skin slapping on skin, the scent of sex in the air as the bedsheets became soaked with sweat and juices as Star and Raven took it in turns one on one with their stud or together in a threesome with their newfound lewd fuckfriendship. Even giving him a little arousal boost with a lesbian show, making out snd scissoring right in front of him, all the while the pornographic flick playing on tv gave them extra background white noise.

From hanging their heads off the edge of the mattress as he facefucked them with that meathammer of his, to one girl eating the other out as they were taken soggy style or in missionary. To one sitting on his face, having him eat them out as the other rode his cock cowgirl style as they kissed and made out, the number of orgasms they had being too many to keep count and track of. But the amount of times he blew his load was relished with delight, their asses and pussies gushing eith an overflow of excess cream. The heatwave outdone by the temperature being caused by their raw, uninhibited and shameless passion.

By the time the trio was done finally, the light of the setting sun poured into the room, giving it an ambience thst suited their afterglow. Baking in warmth and lust as the contrasting duo snuggled their little green giant, idly stroking his juice soaked and relaxed cock. Watching the porno as they recovered their energy, aiming to at it all night and see if they could last to sunrise, knowing in the morning that for Star, it would be the first real day of their newfound and established relationship. And looking forward too it with such eagerness it’s a wonder she wasn’t already floating off of the bed.

That day on of course, whenever the trio found themselves alone a the tower, they wasted no time in making sweet, hot fuck especially in places with the risk of being caught like the kitchen. No condoms of course, after all why deny BB the thrill of fucking them raw and bareback? Often times they’d walk around and about the place naked, allowing for ease of access and the thrill of such casual quality to their bond and relationship. But of course their respective bedrooms were their most regular personal private playgrounds to make their sweet hot burning love, particularly around certain times of the month.

Such as whenever Beast Boy’s rut kicked in and he seriously needed to have his balls emptied and drained or when Raven’s demon side came a calling needing her favourite cock and pussy to satisfy her lust. Now of course that included Star as it turns out Tamaraneans also went into heat and rut themselves, again chalk that up to their feline ancestry. And when they happened to hit it at the same time, they were relentless and of course thankful for the sound proofed walls, otherwise they’d never hear the end of it. It result in needing to repair the beds and a lot of heavy laundry for the sheets of course.

Often times the girlfriend duo couldn’t help but have some fun together in coaxing snd arousing their boyfriend into wanting to fuck them like the alpha male he was. Often wearing lewd, slutty casual wear, sexy swimsuits or flashing him “accidentally”whenever he walked in on them in the shower or a,bush him with a morning blowjob to ease his morning wood. Whenever he snapped was the moment they relished and cherished as they would find themselves bent over a counter or pinned up against the wall as inches of that wonderful cock hit their sweet spots. Robin and Cyborg all the while none the wiser though they did have their suspicions now and again, granted they did find it touching how much closer and friendly the trio were around each other.

Often times Raven and Star would spice things up like that one time they did it on the beach by the tower, or the time they a,bushed him with the duo wearing each other’s outfits. That distinct purple and silver ensemble and the goth’s black leotard one piece really highlighted their respective assets, not to mention really got his libido going like a V8 engine. And then of course there was the peculiar little flights of fancy that passed through their head as the girlfriend pair shared details about their fantasies and wet dreams. Which really made them want to play them out just to see how much their stud would love it…

Like for Star, she couldn’t help but think of how…utterly delightful it would be to see her uppity, evil butch sister Blackfire get put in her place by having Beast Boy fuck her in such ways that she’d be ruined for other men. Or Raven thinking of how delicious it would be to watch Bumblebee get her hot sexy milk chocolate body rocked by thst walking living jungle encyclopaedia of a man of theirs. Hell what other hot sexy ladies would enjoy their man and what had to give and offer in the bedroom? Well there would be only one way to find out and first thing’s first, they had to see if he might be open to the idea…..oh who were they kidding of course he would!!

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Chapter 5- Too many monkeys for one fox to handle

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"Pigsy's noodles..." MK spoke putting all his tiredness into his words

"Gods, what hurt you today?" Jie asked while receiving her order

" Wait! JIE?!"

" Dear... yes, that's my name! Don't need to shout it whenever you see me!"

"Ah... sorry..."

Jie now took a closer look at MK. Boy was all tired as hell, not to mention how messy he was and dirty by paint.

" Is everything ok, Monkey Boy?" Jie asked out of pure curiosity

" YEAH- I-I mean not like I'm overworked and all...I'M TOTALLY OK!!!" The laughter he made at the end was telling that he WAS NOT OKAY

" If you say so..." Jie didn't want to dig into it any further, what would she tell him anyway?!

" Sorry ma'am, but I need to go back to job! Or else pigsy is gonna kill me... BYE!" He said and run to his car

"..."

"Next time I will eat on the spot" she muttered to herself while looking into the bag "It's not my order...crumbs!"

Jie stood in the doorway of Pigsy's noodle shop completely confused as she watched MK kicking with his stuff the more chubby version of himself. Just next to him was standing some monk.

" Bad timing..." Jie turned around to run

"JIE!!!" MK came and hugged her legs whimpering like a baby

'Crumbs!'

"Jiee.... I created the clones of myself hic I didn't mean to make a mess hic hic I jus wanted to help my friends!"

"Gah! I get it, now get off of me!!!" Jie growled at MK while pulling him away from her legs

" How am I supposed to get rid of it mister Tang!" MK went to the monk

" Hm..." the monk fixed his glasses while some strange light covered him from the back " I don't know"

MK looked like he had enough

" Try doing some pressure points or-

" Or this!"

MK and Tang looked at Jie who was jumping on the clone with an energy ball in her hand. The moment in which the ball touched the clone everything was covered by a big, yellow cloud. When it was clear again the only things left were some flying hair and a pig laying on the ground. Jie was already on the chair watching the menu.

"Agh! Pigsy!" MK shouted " How did you do that?!"

"You know, some spirit kung-fu and all..." Jie answered without looking at MK

Riiiing

" Ahh... could you do that again?"

"Ha!- no" Jie said sharply " Judging by your hair there are hundreds of clones and I am one. It will be better if you will solve this alone"

" WHAT? How?!"

" You know... some pressure points and waivingfu..."

" Alright, I have to GO!" said MK rushing toward the exit

For a moment everything was quiet.

"Ahem! I don't want to be rude or anything, but can I make an order?" Jie bend over Pigsy who was just about to gain his strength

" O-one moment ma'am" said Pigsy strong enough to go prepare a meal

" Big portion with an egg please!"

Jie sat calmly and and waited for Pigsy to bring her the noodles.

" Sooo... you're a demon,huh?" Surprisingly Tang sat next to her, he had a very suspicious face which was mostly covered by a bowl of noodles

" I don't like to talk with anyone with an empty stomach"

'Either when I'm full'

"And I don't like a fox demon hanging around my almost son and picking a fight with him"

Jie sighed loudly and covered her face with one hand.

" First of all, sorry and second- I didn't fight him, it was just an illusion, boy returned unharmed"

" Here's your order miss" said Pigsy giving her a bowl of noodles

'This scent!'

Jie felt that she was drooling. She was as hungry as if she hadn't eaten for centuries!

"NOT SO FAST!" The bowl of noodles have moved into the hands of Tang

" TANG! What do you think you're doing!" Pigsy screamed at the monk while waving his wooden spoon at him

" Relax Pigsy" said Tank calmly " Can't you see that this customer of yours is a demon?!

Pigsy looked at Jie who was about to starve, he saw her as a normal maybe even beautiful women with short dark hair and a little bit too much traditional dress.

" What are you talking about?"

" About the evil fox spirit!" Out of nowhere Tang had some book in his arm and showed one exact page to his friend " Fox demons are foxes which an ability to transform into human so that they can mock people to eat their souls in order to become stronger and wiser or even IMMORTAL!" he left the book in Pigsy's hands "This woman is no other than a cold hearted demon who wants to eat our souls!!" He pointed at Jie who was even more confused than Pigsy.

"But too bad for you, I- the clever Tang!- won't fall for your little tricks!"Tang announced proudly and came closer to Jie "So how will it be? Are you going to admit your true intentions?"

For Pigsy this whole scene seemed ridiculous, Tang looked like a cop trying to make Jie admit her crimes by scaring her. The chef looked at Jie as if he was expecting her to say something in her defence.

" I... just wanted to eat noodles" she spoke with a face as if she was about to cry

Even Tang was surprised by her "good acting"

" Tang, give her the noodles before it gets cold"

With doubt Tang gave her the bowl.

" Thank you..." Jie thanked the pig demon and took a first spoon.

"..."

" It's so good" Jie who couldn't hold her emotions any longer started crying

In almost instead she ate the whole bowl.

" Wow Tang... you were right, let's hope she likes noodles more than souls" said Pigsy in sarcastic way

Tang looked at him all pissed. But in the inside he just didn't want to admit he was wrong.

" Don't worry mister Tang" suddenly Jie spoke, she was cleaning her face of the soup " I haven't eaten human soul for centuries and I don't want to harm the Monkey Boy. Well... I can't even think about it since Monkey King told me not to touch him"

" Wait... You know Monkey King?!" Asked Tang

" Hmm? The boy didn't tell you?"

" Didn't tell what?" This time the question came from Pigsy

" That I'm Monkey King's servant"

"..."

'He told them I attacked him but forgot to mention I'm on their side...'

Suddenly MK came back.

" Hey guys I'm ba-

" MK!!!" they both screamed at him

" WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT THIS FOX DEMON IS MONKEY KING'S SERVANT?!" Tang grabbed poor MK by his jacket

" Oh right!-... I forgot"

"..."

Tang sighed loudly while looking back at Jie.

" Sorry ms Jie..." he muttered

" Don't worry, I get this a lot" Jie answered as if she was really untouched by Tang' s insults " Thanks for the meal and a chat, but I'm gonna go-

" MK, who is this?"

" Ah Mei! Meet Jie!- Monkey King's servant. She's also the fox demon"

" Ah! So you are this fox lady!- COOL!- I heard you can grow tails and ears, can you turn into a cute fox too?!" Said Mei while she was just in front of the demoness face

" MEI!-stop being like this only because you want to see a cute animal!" Screamed Pigsy

For Jie it lasted a while to come back to her sense, but she finally was able to speak.

" Excuse me young girl but... are you really a human?" She asked with a little trembling voice

" Oh- Actually I'm a member of a dragon family"

' OF COURSE SHE IS!'

" How did you find out that I'm not normal?"

" Let's say... a six sense..."

This sense was a danger radar, and as soon as Mei walked in the restaurant it started ringing like crazy!

' Of course... every mortal I meet needs to have destructive powers!'

'And what the hell is wrong with her soul orb? It's so unstable and wild it can hardly stay in one place!'

' I'm NOT dealing with this today!'

" It was nice to meet you but I need to hurry and go home, See ya!" In rush Jie disappeared leaving behind only a cloud of pink dust

Mei looked for a while at the place in which just a minute ago was standing that lady "I like her!"

" She's cool right?!" MK joined her

Ahem...

MK turned his head in terror to, not so happy Pigsy,

"MK... I hope you can explain yourself..."

Gulp!

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[padfootagain]

Something Good (XVI)

Chapter 16: Waters

Hello! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!

Today we have: a nice discussion with Jasmine, Ben coming to the rescue and… having special dreams…

Hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: A heated scene at the end!! No actual smut but heavy make-out. Slow burn, professor AU.

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 4874

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Jasmine knew that something was up between you and Ben, but she didn’t say a word about it at first.

You were quite obvious though, and Ben was just as discreet as you were.

You laughed together, you spent so much time together these days, you even spent time together with Sally. And Jasmine knew that it was a big deal for you. You were a protective mother, and she was well aware that if you allowed Ben close to your daughter, it meant that you trusted him almost blindly.

And this tension between the two of you; these stolen glances, these shy smiles, blushing cheeks, batting eyelashes and caught breaths… it was driving Jasmine crazy.

What was happening between the two of you?

You were currently lost in a conversation about the theatre club, and some scenes you were struggling to stage, and both you and Ben seemed to be paying no mind to the rest of your colleagues eating next to you.

“I mean… it wasn’t even in the original musical. We can just… not include this song,” you proposed, but Ben winced and shook his head.

“No, no, no. We’ll figure it out. We just need to think about it… I’ve actually booked the theatre for Thursday. We’ll have the stage for the entire afternoon. We can go there with the kids and, if need be, we can still stay after our classes and work on it together.”

“That’s a great idea! I mean… I really want to include Something Good in there, I think it would be a great song to add. But… it’s complicated enough as it is, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know. It’s harder than some Shakespeare, that’s for sure,” Ben jokes, easily making you laugh. “But it’s more fun too. It’s different, in a good way.”

You exchanged a smile, radiant and dreamy, and Jasmine found it almost disgusting. You two were so far gone…

And she needed to learn what was going on, curiosity was, after all, her worst flaw.

She checked her watch, and frowned.

“Ben?” she called, and her colleague reluctantly looked away from you. “Didn’t you say you had a class at half-past one?”

“Yes... why?”

“Your class starts in five minutes.”

Ben paled, his eyes growing round before he would check the time himself. But Jasmine was correct…

“Oh, fuck!”

He jumped to his feet, and you couldn’t help the fond look that crossed your features at the sight of his stuttering self, muttering a string of curses under his breath.

You stopped him when he reached for his lunchbox.

“I’ll clean up, don’t worry about that,” you offered with an amused smile. “Just… go to your class.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Go!”

“Thank you! Thanks so much, Y/N! You’re the best!”

“I know, I am. Now, get going!”

He flashed you a bright grin, before hurrying outside the room.

You were finished with your meal anyway, you were merely staying to chat some more, so you soon stood up after Ben’s departure, and you cleaned up your table. You were on your way back to your office when Jasmine called for you.

“Can we have a word?”

You accepted, of course, wondering why Jas was asking in the first place. You walked together to your office, and Jasmine closed the door.

“What’s up?” you asked with a worried frown, sitting down behind your desk.

“We need to talk.”

“About what? Is everything alright?”

She crossed her arms before her chest, studying you.

“Well, you tell me…”

“I beg your pardon?”

“What’s happening between you and Ben?”

Your eyes grew round, and you shied away, becoming defensive.

“No… nothing…”

“Don’t lie, now! It’s obvious that there is something going on between the two of you. Are you dating?”

“No, we’re not.”

But the disappointment in your voice was obvious, and Jasmine’s inquisitive expression turned into a frown.

“So… you wish you could date, right?”

“I… I don’t know.”

You heaved a frustrated sigh.

“Jas, promise me you will not tell anyone about this.”

“Of course, I won’t tell. I just want to make sure you’re alright, because… the two of you are being all… lovie-dovie over there, and yet, I can tell that you’re holding back. Is it because you don’t want to make it official?”

“No, we’re not together. Nothing happened between us.”

“You’re sure?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Nothing happened between Ben and me. But I…”

You hesitated, but only for a moment. Jasmine was your best friend, and if she loved gossips, you knew she would never betray your trust this way. So… you might as well tell her.

“I… I think I’m falling for him.”

Jasmine threw her arms in the air.

“At fucking last we are getting somewhere!”

“Jas, I’m being serious.”

“So am I! You two have been all heart-eyes and shy-flirtation for weeks! It’s time you finally admit that you like him.”

But you shifted on your seat, clearly uncomfortable, averting your eyes. When you looked up at Jasmine again, you seemed both shy and scared.

“Actually, Jas, I… I think it’s a bit more than that.”

Your friend raised an eyebrow, leaning forward.

“You mean… do you… love him?”

You nodded your head, and Jasmine let out a gasp.

“Wow… that’s amazing!”

“Is it?” you asked back.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because I’m a single-mother? Because I went through a divorce and… what if I’m not ready for another relationship? And… anyway… maybe Ben doesn’t feel the same…”

“Oh, he does. He absolutely does, trust me. He is not even discreet at this point. It’s written all over his face every time he sees you… or every time anyone does as much as mentioning you.”

“Do you think so?”

“Yeah, I know so.”

You couldn’t refrain a smile at the thought. Maybe it was selfish, but you hoped he felt the same…

“I don’t know… I’m a mess, Jas. I’m not sure I should act on it. He… Ben is amazing and so sweet and… He deserves someone who can offer him more than…”

But Jasmine didn’t let you finish. She seemed annoyed now, angry, even.

“Don’t you dare! You’re amazing, Y/N! Everyone struggles with their lives. No one has it all figured out. Maybe you’re having a rough time, but this rough time, it won’t last, Y/N. And then what? You’ll spend your life regretting to not have seized the chance that was offered to you. Who knows… maybe Ben is the answer. Maybe he is your way out of your rough patch. Have you ever thought of that?”

“But what about him? What does he get out of this?”

“You. Couldn’t that be enough?”

You considered her question.

Were you worth it? All the troubles he would have to go through because of you… were you worth it?

He was enough, of course. If the question was reversed, you wouldn’t have to think at all, the answer would be obvious. Ben was enough. He was all you wanted. There was nothing you longed for except for his company, his voice, his goofy jokes, his touch…

He was more than enough. He was everything you wanted. But you?

You heaved a tired sigh.

“I don’t know, Jas. I need to think. Because it’s about me and Ben… but there’s Sally too. I can’t be impulsive. It would affect her too, and… I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.”

Jasmine nodded.

“I get it. You should take some time to think about all this. But Y/N… don’t give up. Don’t push your own happiness away. You deserve to be happy. Please, don’t… don’t sacrifice yourself thinking it’ll make others happier. It will probably not be true, anyway. Because… you being happy makes others happy, too.”

You gave her a smile, nodded, but didn’t answer.

You were lost. There was your heart longing for one thing, and your reason pulling you back. Was it reason or fear? You weren’t sure.

You were a mess. You weren’t sure of anything anymore.

You were a mess.

It was half-past eight, too late to call for a plumber. And you were panicking.

There was water running from the pipes under the sink in your kitchen, and a pool on the floor. Sally was staring with round eyes.

“Mummy? Why is there water everywhere?”

“I…”

You wanted to cry. Tuesday night, you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was prepare dinner, take care of Sally, and go to sleep, at long last.

Instead, your kitchen was flooded by a leak.

Your brain went blank. It was too much. After taking care of your daughter this morning, running from classes to meetings to actual research all day long, after picking up your daughter from the babysitter, after helping out your mother with her own issues in her apartment, after making sure Sally was doing her homework, after doing the laundry, bathing Sally…

This was too much.

You could feel that you were about to cry. You wanted to crumble on the floor, your knees going weak. You couldn’t handle that. Not tonight, not on your own.

Your chin was shaking, you brushed the first tear away. Sally was still here, and you couldn’t afford to just… crumble and lie on the floor the way you longed to.

“There is a leak,” you answered. “But it’s gonna be okay.”

Your brain had stopped functioning though and when Sally asked what you were going to do, you had nothing to answer. Instead, your heart was pounding and it was harder to breathe, and your head was spinning…

You needed help. You needed help…

You turned to Sally, and forced a smile.

“I’m going to call for help, okay? Can you go in the bathroom and bring back as many towels as you can?”

Sally nodded with a toothy grin, happy to have a mission. You knew it would keep her busy for a few minutes. You grabbed your phone, trying not to cry.

You didn’t think as you went through your contacts. You didn’t think as you pressed on call. You didn’t think as Ben’s name appeared, written in large letters on your phone. You didn’t think when you pressed your phone to your ear.

And Ben didn’t think either when he heard his phone ringing. It was quite late already, but he grabbed his phone without a thought, his fork halfway to his mouth, covered with lettuce. He didn’t think as a smile spread across his face when he read your name on his screen. He didn’t think when he accepted the call and pressed his phone to his ear.

“Good evening, Y/N!” he chimed. “What’s up?”

But he frowned as he heard the relief in your sigh.

“Ben… I’m sorry to bother but…”

You sniffed, he heard you through the phone, the sound a little distorted, but clear all the same. Ben’s smile disappeared altogether.

“Y/N? You’re okay?”

But he heard you crying. The sound broke his heart, shattered every thought, echoed through his bones.

You were sobbing, actually.

“Y/N?” he called, panicking now. “Y/N? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you? Is Sally okay? Is there something wrong with Sally?”

He heard you taking a couple of deep breaths, and then you spoke again, in a voice drenched with tears.

“No, I’m alright. And Sally’s fine but… I… I have like… a huge leak in my kitchen and there’s water everywhere and I can’t… I can’t…”

Ben heaved a relieved sigh.

“What happened?”

“I was just washing vegetables to prepare dinner, and then… there was water everywhere and I… I’m sorry to bother you, but… I can’t…”

But he interrupted you.

“It’s alright, Y/N. It’s alright, don’t worry. I’m right here, I’m coming over. Did you eat anything tonight?”

“No, I was… I was preparing dinner.”

“Okay, I’m leaving my flat right now,” he said, and indeed, he was already looking for his toolbox. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes, okay? Now, you need to calm down, Y/N. Can you do that for me?”

He didn’t hear you nodding, obviously, but you did, as you dried your cheeks and sniffed again.

“I’ll be here in twenty, I need you to shut down the water in your apartment, can you do that?”

“Yes, I know where it is.”

“Alright, then you do that, and then you wait for me. I’m coming, okay? I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry I’m bothering you…”

“You’re not bothering me at all, Y/N. I’ll be right there.���

“Thank you.”

You hung up, and Ben shoved his phone in the pocket of his coat, struggling to put on his shoes as fast as he could.

Ben arrived twenty minutes later, as promised. He was carrying a large toolbox in his hand, but you had quite a few tools yourself, and he found that you were well-equipped. You were calmer again, traces of your tears lingering only in the red in your eyes.

Sally showed Ben the towels that now covered the kitchen floor.

“I brought all the towels,” she said proudly.

“You did such a good job!” he complimented her.

He took off his socks and pulled up his pants a little bit so he wouldn’t wet his clothes as he walked across the drenched towels.

“I didn’t even take a look, to be honest,” you mumbled, feeling quite ashamed now that he was here.

Because you were strong. You were a responsible adult, and you could handle yourself. Still, you didn’t doubt that you had been right to call Ben, not when he shot you a reassuring smile.

“I’ll take a look.”

After a few minutes spent hidden in the cupboard under the sink, a torchlight in his hand, he looked up at you again.

“You’re one lucky lady, you know? The seal at the junction between two pieces of pipes is leaking, but I have one just like this. It often happens with these siphons. Don’t worry, I can fix that.”

“I wasn’t aware ‘plumbing’ was one of your talents,” you teased him, and he grinned at the playful tone, knowing it was always a good sign with you.

“You always underestimate me.”

You didn’t have time to fight back, as the doorbell rang. You frowned, wondering who it could be.

“Oh, I ordered some pizza,” Ben explained.

But you kept on frowning, and Ben was suddenly worried to be overstepping, to be too much and yet, not enough…

“I… I just thought… you said you couldn’t prepare dinner so I called for a pizza while driving. I hope you don’t mind.”

At last, you walked to your front door, but Ben was right behind you.

You greeted the delivery guy, got your pizza, noticing too late that Ben was paying for your food. You thanked the stranger as you closed the door again.

You opened the box, still standing by your door, in your hallway.

Pepperoni and cheese. Sally’s favourite.

When you looked up at Ben again, you were on the verge of tears.

He blushed hard, his mouth opening and closing, taken aback by your reaction.

“Did I… Did I do something wrong?” he asked in a whisper. “I thought… I thought you liked this one.”

“It’s Sally’s favourite.”

“I know.”

You were crying by now, you couldn’t help it.

“Hey… don’t… don’t cry, I… I’m sorry,” Ben kept on apologizing and you had no idea why he was doing that because so far he was being the most amazing person you had ever met. “I… I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong.”

You shook your head.

You wanted to kiss him so badly…

“You… Thank you so much.”

You brushed your tears away.

“Are you… are you alright?”

He wished you weren’t holding this bloody pizza box. He wanted to hug you so badly…

You remained still for a moment, lost in his eyes and him lost in yours. And for a moment, you considered letting this pizza fall and rushing into his arms and kissing him until none of you could breathe…

And for a moment, he considered grabbing this pizza box and throwing it across the corridor to finally pull you close and kiss you until none of you could breathe…

But Sally’s voice rang through your silent flat, and the spell was broken.

“A pizza!” she squealed.

You smiled fondly at her.

“Ben bought us some pizza, angel,” you explained.

“Thanks, Ben!” Sally chimed.

“You’re welcome.”

“Let’s eat it in the living room, angel. Then, you’ll be off to bed, because it’s quite late already.”

You grabbed some cutlery and a plate for your daughter, and took care of her as she ate her dinner, while Ben was working in the kitchen. You took care of Sally some more, until she was ready for bed.

Ben was surprised when she hurried to him in the kitchen, carrying Mr. Carrot in her arms.

“Good night!” she chimed, before kissing Ben on the cheek.

He grinned.

“Good night, Sally. Sleep well.”

He turned to the plushie.

“Good night, Mr. Carrot. No troubles tonight, huh!”

Sally giggled, before joining you again and letting you carry her to bed.

Fifteen minutes later, Sally was dozing off enough for you to drop a kiss in her hair, readjust her covers, and turn off the light.

You joined Ben in your kitchen again.

“How can I help?” you asked him, crouching down by his side.

“I’m almost done,” Ben answered. “Would you mind holding the light?”

You bent over, holding the torchlight towards Ben’s hands. You helped him for a while, but it was soon over, and you opened the water in your flat again.

You came back into position, on the floor, holding the light. But nothing happened. Ben was still by your side.

“Try the sink,” Ben instructed, and you complied.

Nothing happened. You looked at each other, a grin on both your faces.

“Not bad, Mr. Plumber,” you congratulated him.

“Well, thank you. See? Told you. You simply underestimate my many talents.”

“Of course, silly me.”

You seemed to notice then how close the two of you were. So close that you were almost touching. So close that you could feel his breath on your skin. So close that you were falling right into his eyes.

And you wanted to come closer, always closer, until there was no space left between the two of you. Until there was no space at all…

And he seemed to realize at the same time how easy it would be to lean over and kiss you. His eyes flicked down to your lips, red, inviting, looking so soft… He wanted to lean closer, unbelievably close, until there was no space left between the two of you. Until there was no space at all…

And he started to. His breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t mind, his heart was beating too fast and too hard in his chest for that. He leaned closer though, slowly, torturingly slow…

But then, a weird noise came from the pipes, and you had barely enough time to acknowledge the noise that water was blasted into your faces, the leak even stronger than before.

You both started, let out a surprise cry. If Ben reacted by pressing his hands against the flowing water, you were the clever one who shut down the water again. The leak receded, until it was made of mere droplets falling in the bucket you had shoved into the cupboard.

Ben and you finally looked at each other again, both of you completely drenched, his hair a mess of wet curls, while you were just as dishevelled as he was. After a couple of seconds, you both exploded with laughter.

It took you a while to calm down, but you went back to work, eventually. With your help, it took about thirty minutes to properly fix the leak. After the task was finally completed, Ben helped you cleaning everything up, and you didn’t have much convincing to do to make him stay to eat the rest of the pizza with you.

He was about to leave, it was almost midnight. You wanted him to stay, but there was no good reason to offer him, so, you let him put on his shoes again and his warm coat and his soft scarf.

He was about to leave, it would soon be midnight. He wanted to stay, but there was no good reason to offer you, so, he put on his shoes and his warm coat and his soft scarf.

When he turned to you to bid you a good night filled with sweet dreams, you seemed on the verge of tears again.

“Thank you so much,” you whispered, clearly touched. “For coming, and for helping, and for the pizza and just… for everything. Thank you so much, Ben.”

He blushed fiercely, but smiled all the same.

“It was nothing, Y/N.”

“You came to my aid very late in the evening, dropping all your plans to help me and… coming from anyone it would already mean the world, but I know how it makes you feel when your plans are changed too quickly. I hope it didn’t make you feel… uncomfortable.”

But he shook his head. You should have been right, but you weren’t. He hadn’t thought about that at all. He had planned out his evening, indeed, before you would call: a salad for dinner, some fruits as dessert, a movie, about an hour spent reading before going to bed. His usual routine. And yet…

He had dropped everything for you, and he hadn’t even thought about it. Under any other circumstances, it would have panicked him to change plans at the last minute, no matter how unimportant his evening should have been. But you had called, and you seemed in such distress and… and he didn’t even think about it, he just ran to you.

He shrugged; it was the best he could do as the realisation struck him.

“I wasn’t doing anything important. And… I’m never bothered to change my plans, if it means seeing you.”

Perhaps his confession was a little too earnest, especially considering how much his cheeks flushed as the words passed his lips and yet… and yet he didn’t mind. You were the one looking up at him. He felt safe enough with you to be himself.

Good guys never get the girl.

The words his friend had once spoken came back to his mind, but he pushed them away easily this time.

Perhaps good guys didn’t get girls like Julia. Perhaps they could get women like you?

You smiled, your eyes shining with tears that you didn’t allow to fall. You rested a hand on his shoulder, went on your tiptoes, and Ben knew what you were about to do. It was like that afternoon at the park. And indeed, you leaned up to press your lips to his cheek, and Ben leaned into your touch without a second thought, closing his eyes, enjoying fully the feeling of your lips on his skin. Too soon, you pulled away. He moved his head without thinking, as a reflex, longing for your lips on him again, and he bumped his nose into yours as he chased after you.

And as you stared into his eyes, right when he opened them again, you froze, unable to move further away. You wished he wasn’t wearing his warm coat, so you would feel his warmth under your fingers. And he wished he could lean down, act on his impulsive thoughts and kiss you. But he let you slip away, take a step back, break this moment, feeble and too fragile to last…

He cleared his throat.

“You can call me anytime, whatever you may need. I’ll be there. I’ll help you, always.”

His voice was but a tender whisper, a comforting sound that made your tears come back. Because you didn’t deserve this kind of love. You weren’t worthy of it. Liam had showed you that you were not worth sacrifices. And Ben? Ben was ready to make sacrifices for you…

He didn’t want you to cry again, Ben couldn’t bear the sight. And he was too shy and not impulsive enough to yield under his urge to kiss you, but he couldn’t help himself when he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

You were quite surprised, at first, but you didn’t push him away.

“You don’t have to do all this on your own,” he whispered into your ear. “You are… incredibly strong, and amazing, and clever and kind and loving and you are such a good mother, but… but it’s normal to ask for help, whenever you need it. Don’t hesitate, okay? You’ll never bother me. You’re never bothering me, Y/N. I’ll be here for you. I want to be here. Do you understand?”

You nodded, burying your face in his neck, pushing his scarf away with your nose to access his skin, your hands finally coming to close onto his coat.

You didn’t understand why he was ready to do that, but you understood what he said. You decided that it was enough, for now.

“Thank you so much, for everything, Ben,” you whispered, and he could hear that you were crying, feel the tears wet his own skin. He rested his palm against the back of your head, holding you close. “I needed help. I just… I just felt so overwhelmed by everything and… I couldn’t do it on my own. I’m sorry if it was silly…”

“It wasn’t. Of course, it wasn’t silly. You were upset, you needed help. There’s nothing silly or shameful about it. It’s just normal. You’re just human.”

He let you cry for a while, tugged safely into his neck, into his arms, against his chest. You felt so safe like this, so calm, like nothing wrong could happen as long as he held you close…

You couldn’t remember ever feeling this way, even with Liam. Not so strongly, at least.

When you broke your embrace and dried your cheeks in a hurry on your sleeves, you were smiling again. And perhaps, you didn’t need him so much anymore, at least, that’s what he thought.

And Ben longed to stay, but he left anyway.

That night, Ben was dreaming.

He knew, even if he was lost in deep slumber, that none of this was real. It couldn’t be.

The images were vivid though, unbearably so. It was almost too much. And yet, even if this was nothing but a feeble dream, he hoped it would never stop.

Because in his dream, he was not alone. You were there. You were kissing him, actually.

Dimly lit room bathed in a light he couldn’t recognise the origin of. A sunrise? A sunset? A neon light? He had no idea. All he knew was that you were kissing him, your hands in his hair, his name on your lips as you moaned.

You were naked, both of you. He knew that too. And your skin was overwhelming, warm, everything he wanted and desired. Your breathing was shallow, and your heart was beating as fast as his, the two organs in perfect sink. He could feel their united rhythm echo through his chest, as it was pressed against your own. One heartbeat shared between lovers.

And your lips and hands and skin were everywhere, his entire world. He was lying down, over you, was it in a bed? He wasn’t sure. The dream was not clear enough for that kind of detail, which was strange, because he could see with an uncanny precision every detail of your coloured irises. A perfect copy, a chimera he longed to reach.

You called for him in a whisper, half a breath and half a moan, and he had never heard such a pretty sound wrapped around the vowels and consonants of his name. But then, just as he pressed his mouth to your throat, feeling your pulse there, under his lips, under his tongue, longing to devour it whole… another sound came through. A rhythm he recognized, the pattern he feared the most.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no light at all. He was lying in his bed, on his stomach, holding his own pillow. The alarm clock was ringing. He shut it down, heaved a sigh, let himself fall back in his sheets.

It wasn’t his first dream about you. He doubted it would be the last. But it was not real. He wondered it if ever could be…

When he finally got up, he planned his morning in his head. What did he need to get done? Eat breakfast, drive to work, he had a class this morning, but then he would see you for lunch, and the thought brought a grin to his face. He had a test to prepare too, and a meeting with a student, and then he needed to work on this article of his.

But first and foremost, before he could get anything done, he needed a shower. And a cold, very cold one too…

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[lillylvjy]

Take me back (to the night we met)

a/n: hi! Um- nothing special here. Just a little thing saying I’m posting…… have fun. Also sorry if some things don’t make sense, I wrote half of this like two weeks ago and the other half yesterday so.

warnings: fluff, all of it. Kissing, snow, coldness, I- dead trees??? Idk some people care about that (/lh), um yeah maybe some cuss words but not a ton. WITCH WILMA!!!!

wc: 2.4K

edited: yes

wilma soot x afab!reader, wilma soot x gn!reader

Sobbing- look at her

“So you’re telling me they wouldn’t even take the painting as a small recognition piece?!” You asked the women in front of you as you shelved books back into their rightful place.

“Yeah. It’s fine though! I have next time. I hope.” Wilma said as she started playing with her hands.

“Hey, Hey-“ you quickly grabbed her hands and held them in yours. “Always next time. You show them that they should’ve taken your piece, because you are brilliant. And they’re stupid stuck up assholes.” You said as she laughed at the words that came out of your mouth.

Wilma quickly hide her face from you as she looked at the ground, letting her hair fall around it and make a curtain. The warmth of your hands around hers makes her giddy and warm inside, loving how you rubbed her hands in comfort.

“Thank you. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a muse for my next project!” Wilma lifted her head as she grabbed both of your hands in hers and swung them around in excitement. You smiled up at her as she giggled and her eyes wide in wonderment and ideas of what she could do. She looked precious. Perfect.

“Oh? So I’m not your muse anymore?!” You asked, looking at her with wide eyes and held a hand to your heart to act like you had just been wounded by her words.

“Love, you’re always my muse.” Wilma looked down at you with a small grin and a glint in her eyes that you couldn’t quite read. Her hand came up and placed a stray hair of yours behind your ear and resting her hand on your cheek.

In the moment you both subconsciously leaned in, both wanting more as time went on. Your eyes darting from her brown chocolate eyes that you could get lost in anytime, anywhere, back down to her lips that you wanted to bruise and kiss and bite-

As you both got close enough to bump noises, the sound of the bell on the front counter went off. You both jumped away quickly, you clearing your throat and rubbing your hands on your jeans, and Wilma rubbing the back of her neck out of embarrassment.

“I- uh, I close tonight so I won’t be off until later. I’ll text you when I’m off yeah?” You said as she nodded and waved goodbye as you quickly walked up to the counter.

She watched as you smiled and made small conversation with the old couple, ease dropping in on the conversation.

“Oh really?! How long have you both been married?” You asked, eyes wide in curiosity. Wilma always loved that about you, how much you loved listening to other people, no matter the subject, you would always listen.

“About 46 years now, yeah?” The guys said, asking his partner beside him.

“Yeah, still don’t know how I’ve dealt with you.” The lady jokes as she nudges the man’s shoulder.

“Oh hush, you love me. Ever since college.” He said as he wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her closer into him.

“You got that right.” The woman said as she looked up at him with a smile and kissed his cheek.

Looking back over to you, Wilma saw your eyes. Gleaming in delight and passion as you listened to the couple bicker, smiling and laughing along with them. She loved how your noise crinkled when your smiled that big smile of yours, loved how wide your eyes got when someone said something remotely close to something you had interest in, love how you would ramble on and on about nothing at all yet you made it sound like it was the most brilliant thing ever.

She hated how much she loved you. Well, hated how much she couldn’t find the right moment how to tell you how much she loved you.

Turning your head as the couple left, you caught her eyes again. Smiling, you furrowed your eyebrows to silently ask, “what’s up?”. Wilma waved her hand at you to tell you that she was fine and left.

As she was walking to her cottage, snuggling into her coat even more than she already was, she stopped. Across the way was the park, the park where she met you.

She could recall everything that happened, she’d even argue it was one of the best days of her life, meeting you. The way you smiled at her as you complimented her sketch of the flower beds by the tree. How your eyes glowed as the sun hit them just right.

That’s where she fell in love with you.

Walking over to the tree, leaves now pooling around the trunk, orange and yellow filling her vision as she smiles at the sight of fall all around her.

Swinging her bag around her body, she pulled out a small blanket she brought just in case she got the urge to draw, and her sketch book. Sitting in the blanket, she opened up to a clean page, grabbed her pencil and started sketching.

Meanwhile you were still sitting in the library, staring at the place you and Wilma once stood, recalling everything that happened moments prior.

You almost kissed her.

“Damn bell, wasn’t really saving me idiot.” You murmured under your breathe as you hit the bell. You quickly perked up at the sound of laughter behind you.

“Someone’s upset.” Your coworker laughed as they came to rest beside you on the counter. You guys have been dead all day so there’s nothing to do besides- wait.

“No shit. This stupid thing ruined my chance of kissing her and I want to cry.” You said as you laid yourself on the counter dramatically, pushing the bell on the floor as you did.

Sighing, Ryan went around the front of the counter, picked up the bell and lifted your head up by your forehead. “Come on, you’re done for the night.”

“What? What do you mean, I have to close.” You said as you stood up straight and looked at them with wide eyes and furrowed brows.

“Call it a favor yeah? You owe me one. Now go find this girl and confess your stupid romantic feelings you have for her.” They said as they smiled at you, nodding their head at the door.

Eyes lighting up and gaped mouth turning into a smile, you quickly hugged them and grabbed your things.

“I knew you were sucker for romance, Ryan. At least a little bit!” You said as you rushed to get your coat on while walking to the door.

“Still don’t want to be apart of it though! Have fun and you better tell her! Or I will ditch your ass on a shift.” They said as they settled down in the chair at the front desk while reading.

“Got it! Can’t promise it’ll go well-“ You hushed under your breath as you stepped out in the late fall weather. Walking down the sidewalk towards the coffee shop, you came to the realization that you had no clue where she was. And you didn’t want to text her, feeling that that’d be a bit weird.

“Shit.” You sighed in defeat as you started to walk back to the library and call it quits, until you saw the park, realizing that you haven’t been in a while and how it might be nice to just enjoy the weather while it last.

Walking across the road and onto the path, you let your body take you wherever it wanted. Looking all around you, greens turned into orange, reds and yellows. Tree branches hanging low from the cold weather that started to appear more clearly with each passing second. The clouds, grey and mellow, the weight of rain and snow dragging them down to the earth as it waited for the perfect moment. The grass damp and dead from all of these changes, yet not one of these things seemed to mind it. Not even the people walking past. Certainly not you.

As you admired all of the sights in the park, you quickly realized where you were going. Laughing, you looked up and saw someone sitting a couple yards away from the tree. Walking closer, you saw a lighter brown beanie and the light blue washed jeans you had seen earlier that day and complimented.

Of course she was here.

You smiled to yourself as you slowly walked up behind her, looking over her shoulder to see her drawing the tree and all of its attributes.

“Pretty tree, isn’t it?” You said out in the open as you sat on the ground beside her. You could see her snap her head to the side as you sat down, quickly untensing as she saw you smiling at her. She smiled back at you as she dropped her head back down to her notebook and started shading again.

“Oh yeah! Definitely! With of its dead leaves on the ground, kinda just lying there.” Wilma said sarcastically as she pointed at the tree.

“Oh shush, it’s still just as beautiful as it always has been.” You said as you look at the tree and all of its branches and leaves that still hung on to it for dear life.

“Yeah. Yeah it sure is.” Wilma said as she looked at you, eyes sparkling and wide with love and want. She loves how you admire all the little things in life and appreciate everything even if it’s bad.

She wants to hold you, kiss you, praise you, paint you. She wants you. Wants to love you.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked, voice full of worry and confusion as you looked at her expression. Wilma quickly shook her head and smiled as she looked back down at her sketch book.

“Nothing nothing. You just look really pretty that’s all.” Wilma smiled at the book in her lap as she quickly placed the tip of the pencil back in the paper and started sketching more.

Laughing quietly at her, you placed your vision back on the multicolored tree. Filled with all sort of browns and greens and reds, all of them blending together into a beautiful mess on the floor. You wish you could just stay here. Watching all the leaves fall as the cold wind nips at your nose and ears, threading to make all of their feeling disappear in an instant. And with her. Stay here with her, drawing and humming every time she thought it was appropriate. You would, could never get tired of her skill and her talent. You could never get tired of her laugh and voice. You could never get tired of her. It seemed impossible to you.

“Wilm-“ Your words were cut off as your head turned towards hers and lips met yours in the middle. Without a second thought, Wilma quickly released the hold she had on your jaw and cleared her throat. You didn’t say anything, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish, yet nothing came out.

“I- I’m sorry! I- I didn’t mean to do that i promise. I’m so sorry, fuck I- I’ll leave.” Wilma said while stuttering out her reply as she gathered all her stuff in her bag. You quickly realized what she was doing and snapped back to reality as she stood up. “I’m sor-“

“Wilm shut up.” You told her as you took her face in your hands and leant up towards her on your toes, her being a significant amount taller than you, placing your lips on hers again, savoring every second of this moment you had.

You quickly felt hands wrap around your waist as she pulled you in closer to her, deepening the kiss as she did. Smiling into it, your hands gripped the hair of the back of her head tighter in your grasps, trying to ground yourself in this heavenly moment.

As much as you wanted to keep going, you suddenly felt something fall on your face. It was cold and wet, and you almost wanted to frown at the thought of rain, especially after what just happened. Pulling away and resting your forehead on hers, you opened your eyes to see her smiling wide. You smiled back at you but then you see her look up and laugh at whatever it was.

Looking around yourself, you stopped in awe. The cold, wet speck you felt wasn’t rain, but snow. White snow that slowly fell all around you both, coating the ground, making it look like sweet, delicious sugar everywhere. It was beautiful.

“Holy shit.” You said in a whispery tone as your expression changed to a smiley, giggly one. Turning around to face Wil, you held your hands out in the air and jumped up and down. “Holy shit!”

You hear her laugh at you as she comes back over to you and wraps her arms around you again, pulling you towards her. Wrapping your own arms around her neck, you leant up and knocked your nose with hers.

“Hmm do you think we did that?” Wilma asked jokingly as she pointed to the sky. Giggling at her words you shook your head and pecked her lips before speaking.

“Hmm, definitely not me, but maybe you! You are the witch after all, maybe you carded some sort of spell or some shit-“

“Love, as much as i would love to, I can’t control the weather. Even if I tried.” She said as she ran her thumb over the pout you gave her.

“So you can’t make it snow all the time?” You whined up at her as she laughed and shook her head. You placed your forehead on her chest as you whined more.

“No whining. Enjoy it now. Kinda romantic yeah?” Wilma asked you as she looked around at the snow that continuously got worse as time went on. You nodded out as you nuzzles deeper into her sweater. “Ok as much as I love snow and how much I know you do too, you’re freezing. We need to get you inside love. How about you hang out at mine for a bit? We can talk about this?” Wilma asked, anxiety lacing her words as she looked at you with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, yeah I’d love too! As long as you make me tea because fuck I’m cold.” You told her as you gripped her hand in yours and started towards the bus stop.

Laughing, Wilma brought your hand to her lips and kissed it. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up. Promise.”

Biting your lip, you smiled up at her and pressed a kiss to her cheek as the bus arrived.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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