#and we had a nice big fire going so we all stood around that for a while afterward thawing

[givemaycoffee]

Just did the polar plunge in Alaska (jumping into the freezing cold water at the beach), and it was honestly a great New Years experience. 10/10 would recommend.

[wheres-mylove]

puppy love - modern!cregan stark x fem!reader

Summary: Searching for peace in a quiet town takes an unexpected turn when your neighbor’s dog decides you have to be his new best friend. One look at the neighbor and you’re totally fine with getting a two-for-one deal.

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language!

Word count: 2.5k

A large painting of a wolf pack hung over the fireplace. (Y/N) stared at it, biting her lip.  

She wasn’t even sure she knew how to light the damn fire.

Was this whole thing a bad idea? Trading in her modern King’s Landing studio for a tiny house in Winterfell? A big city girl in a small town. Yeah, she might’ve officially lost her mind.

“I hope it’s to your liking, dear,” came the sharp but grounding voice of Mrs. Glover, snapping her back to reality. The elderly landlady was already fastening her fur coat.

“It’s... cozy,” she replied with her best smile. Didn’t want to admit to herself that she was feeling wildly out of place.

“Good.” Mrs. Glover nodded, satisfied. “Now, remember, once the snow hits, you’ll need to keep that fireplace going. Northern frost is a bitch.” She placed the house keys on the small wooden table. “Rent’s due by the tenth.”

“I’ll remember,” (Y/N) said quickly. “Thanks again for lowering the price.”

Mrs. Glover waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t even mention it. I’m in a hurry to get to Essos, and these silly umbrella cocktails are calling my name.”

The old woman paused at the door. “You sure you can handle moving everything in on your own? I have to head out, but the Stark boy lives just across the street. Strong lad, good arms, I’m telling ya. Handsome, too. He’d help, if you ask nicely.” She winked. “If I were only a few decades younger…”

“All good, ma’am,” (Y/N) cut in, her face heating up. “I don’t have much. A few boxes, really.”

“Well, if you say so, Miss Independent. Good luck!”

With that, Mrs. Glover disappeared with a screech of tires in her flaming red car, leaving (Y/N) standing alone in front of her new home.  

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She could absolutely do this. She’d unpack before sundown, get settled, and everything would be fine. Better than fine, even. This place was going to be a fresh start. An escape from the Big Disaster, also known as her last relationship.

She’d find the meaning of life in the wild North or however that saying went.

She was currently standing in front of her open trunk, debating what to take first. And then something licked her hand.

Slowly, she turned her head, still not fully registering what was happening, and met the gaze of big brown eyes belonging to a fluffy creature as black as the night. A light pink tongue paused halfway, as if waiting for her reaction.

“Oh, gods,” she whispered, frozen in place. “Are you a dog or a wolf? Please, be a dog. A friendly one.”

Her new friend barked in response and rolled onto its back in the universal gesture of please love me.

“You’re a dog,” she sighed in relief, dropping to her knees to give him a good belly rub. “A boy, huh? A beautiful one. But where did you come from?”

Animals don’t talk apparently. The girl glanced around instead. She’d left the gate open, sure, but he had to come from somewhere.

The dog let out a low grumble, tail thumping against the ground. She scratched his head, laughing softly. After a few minutes, he got up, shook off the dust, and placed one paw on her car.

“I’m moving into this house,” she informed him, picking up one of the smaller boxes from the trunk. She liked talking to pets, even though they couldn’t offer much in the way of conversation. “I’ve got a lot to do, but after that, we could—”

And just like that, the dog vanished as suddenly as he’d appeared. (Y/N) stood there, blinking at the empty yard.

“Bye?” she called out, shaking her head in disbelief. He probably went home.

She continued unpacking, but on her third trip to the car, she saw him again, this time with a tennis ball clamped between his teeth. He had so much hope in his eyes.

“Do you want to play?” she asked, amused. The moment she said the magic word, his ears perked up in excitement. “Where are you even from?”

She should have been unpacking. She knew that. But how could she say no to a cutie like him?

“Good boy!” (Y/N) laughed as the dog leapt into the air and caught the ball in his mouth, mid-throw.

“Excuse me, is he harassing you, lady?” she suddenly heard a low, masculine voice behind her.

The dog dropped the ball from his mouth, adopting a tragic, martyr-like expression.

She spun around, heart pounding, and found herself face-to-face with a man who looked like a classic Northern lord from the past. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark, wild hair and a beard that framed a strong jaw. He had these gray eyes that were both piercing and soft.

“He’s mine,” the stranger explained with a half-smile, clearly catching her staring.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to steal him, just so you know” (Y/N) finally spoke up, cheeks flushing. “He just... showed up. With the ball. So, I thought…”

Her awkward explanation was interrupted by his laugh, loud and kind.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t think you were kidnapping him,” he said, hands in his pockets. “I was just making sure he wasn’t bothering you. He must’ve jumped the fence. I saw you two from across the street.”

Ah. The young Stark. 

“No, not at all,” she reassured him, finally getting her words in order. “He’s well-behaved. What’s his name?”

The dark cloud of fur came closer and laid at her feet, cementing their new alliance.

The man hesitated for a moment. (Y/N) looked at him expectantly.

“Frosty,” he finally mumbled, looking at the ground.

It was the girl’s turn to laugh.

“You named this huge black wolf-ass looking creature Frosty?” she asked, scratching the dog behind his ears. He was absolutely delighted.

“He likes the cold,” Stark offered with a small shrug, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And you are…?”

“(Y/N). I’d shake your hand, but I’m doing something important. Nice to meet you though.” 

“Cregan,” he said, placing a hand over his heart with a grin. “Nice to meet you too. Frosty’s obviously on cloud nine. He’s usually not that trusting. Friendly with other dogs, sure, but picky with people. You must be special.”

Her heart swelled at those words. What an honor.

“He’s my first friend in Winterfell.”

Cregan smiled and looked at her car, noticing the boxes still inside.

“So, renting from Mrs. Glover?”

“Yeah, I just moved in from King’s Landing today.”

“City girl, yeah?” He whistled, leaning against the side of the car with a thoughtful look. “You’ve come a long way. But hey, I’m not complaining. We’re neighbors now. I live across the street.”

(Y/N) flashed a smile. “I’m not complaining either.”

“Please feel welcome to ask if you ever need anything. I’ll give you my number, just in case.”

Smooth, Cregan, smooth.

Rolling up his sleeves, Cregan walked over and hefted the biggest box out of the trunk like it was nothing.

“Now, let’s help you with that.”

That old hag was right. He had good arms.

The Northern frost was, indeed, a bitch.

But the warmth of the fire, the soft couch beneath her, and Frosty’s massive, fluffy body draped across her lap made the afternoon bearable. (Y/N)’s hand had long since gone numb from petting the dog, but his fur was addictive.

Her phone suddenly rang, breaking the peace. Frosty, naturally, didn’t move a bit. Not even a nuclear explosion could wake him.

Sighing, (Y/N) reached for her phone on the table, already knowing who it was. 

Helaena Targaryen.

“How’s the grass-touching and vet-seducing going?” came Helaena’s voice, sugary sweet and teasing, before she even had a chance to say hello.

“First of all, the grass is frozen solid,” she shot back, shifting slightly to keep her lap from completely losing circulation. “And second, again. There is no seducing happening.”

“Sure, smarty-pants. And you’re totally not babysitting his dog right now.”

“I mean,” the girl sighed with a reluctant smile. “said dog kind of invited himself here. And Cregan gave him a backpack full of snacks and toys, like he was dropping him off at daycare.”

He had also scolded him earlier for having dirty paws, saying that’s not how he raised him. The dog liked her, and she liked both him and his owner. Cregan turned out to be a veterinarian with a small clinic in town. He was working late today, so she had offered to look after his friend. Home office benefits.

Hel snorted loudly on the other end. “Oh my god, he’s ridiculous. I love it. By the way, I did a tarot reading for you,” she announced, suddenly taking on a serious and spiritual tone. “The message is clear. Go after Cregan, let him chop wood and start the fire in your—”

(Y/N) groaned, facepalming. “You’ve got to stop. I’m not ready for this. And he’s just kind.”

“Kind of having a crush on you. You’re still hurting after that Gwayne situation, aren’t you?”

The mention of his name made her feel sick. “It’s not about him. I’m just... done with dating for a while.”

“Well, he was a moron,” Helaena said bluntly, her tone shifting from teasing to fierce in a heartbeat. “For the record, we all stopped talking to him. Aemond wanted to beat him up, but I told him karma would do the job.”

(Y/N) winced, though she appreciated Targaryens’ loyalty. “I’m tired of men.”

“You’re not tired of men,” Helaena corrected her. “You’re tired of idiots. Is Cregan an idiot?”

She knew he wasn’t.

“Hey, if you don’t make a move, I will.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Kidding. But please, please, for the love of gods, make him chop some wood for you.”

A strange noise woke her up.

It sounded like something was scratching at the front door. (Y/N) rubbed her eyes, groaning as she crawled out from under the warm blanket. A quick glance at the digital clock. 5:58 a.m. The sun hadn’t even thought about rising yet. The scratching persisted.

“If this is some kind of monster, I swear I’m not in the mood,” she mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep. Then came a familiar bark, and she frowned.

Frosty?

She cracked the door open, and sure enough, there on the porch stood Cregan’s dog, barely visible in the early morning gloom. Frosty barked again, hopped down the steps, and turned to look at her expectantly.

He wanted her to follow him.

“Hold on, buddy, let me grab my shoes,” she promised, her voice a mix of anxiety and sleepiness. She hurriedly slipped on her shoes, her mind racing. What if something had happened to Cregan? Was this a “dog leads the way to an emergency” situation? With a quick grab of her hoodie, she went after the dog. Frosty kept looking back at her to make sure she was keeping up.

In no time, they arrived at Cregan’s house. The door was slightly ajar, and her heart raced as she stepped inside.

“Cregan?” she called out hesitantly.

“Yeah?” came his voice from the right, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Cregan Stark stood by the kitchen counter, looking mildly confused with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. He was clad only in gray sweatpants, the silver wolf pendant around his neck glinting in the soft light.

“Are you okay?” she blurted out, still trying to catch her breath.

“Feeling great. Want some coffee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

(Y/N) pulled out a chair and plopped down, staring at Frosty, who was wagging his tail like he had just saved the day.

“Am I a joke to you?” Frosty tilted his head, giving her an innocent look. "He came to my door like some heroic rescue dog. I thought—” She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair. “I thought something had happened to you. I figured you’d, I don’t know, passed out or something. I’m pretty sure I just aged ten years.”

Cregan cast a side glance at Frosty, lips twitching as he tried to keep a straight face. "Frosty, man, what’s the deal?” he asked the dog, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “This is not funny.”

“You really got that worried?” 

“Yes! And here you are, in perfect shape. Alive,” she muttered, her eyes trailing over his very much alive form, pausing on his very defined abs. “And half-naked. I might cry.”

That did it—Cregan turned away quickly, but she saw the grin he was trying to hide as he moved to make her coffee.

“Should I put on a shirt?” he asked, a little more serious now, glancing back over his shoulder. “If it bothers you.”

“No, you’ve got some nice muscles on your back,” she blurted out without thinking. Frosty rested his head on her knee, looking up at her with his big eyes. “And you,” she added, giving the dog a playful glare, “are lucky you’re cute.”

Cregan placed the mug in front of her.

“Thanks for the compliment,” he said with a smirk.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she replied, feeling the tension melt a little.

Cregan sat across from her, watching her for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You look good,” he said finally, sounding genuine. “Want some breakfast?”

Suddenly, it hit her. She was here, no makeup, hair a mess, and still in her pajama pants. She cringed, remembering her earlier comment about his fucking back.

“Uh, no, I’m good,” she mumbled, suddenly self-conscious.

“Dinner, then? Later. With me. I know a place. If you’d like, of course,” Cregan suggested quickly, his tone slightly tentative.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. Was he... blushing?

“Are you asking me out?”

He let out a soft laugh. “I’ve been trying to ask you out since the first time I saw you. Not sure if you noticed,” he admitted. Just then, Frosty went up to him and nudged the owner’s hand with his nose. “Oh, great, emotional support,” Cregan muttered, scratching the dog’s head affectionately.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. “Yes.”

“Yes?” he echoed, hopeful.

“Yes,” she affirmed, her heart racing. “Just let me know what time, and I’ll dress up.”

He flashed her that charming grin, but then his expression shifted. “I’ve got an appointment with a chihuahua that bites people. I’m actually not sure if I’m gonna make it.”

She liked him so much.

“Do you think it’d be alright if I kissed you before the date, Cregan?” 

“Oh, please do,” Stark replied, voice and expression desperate.

Without overthinking it, she ended up sitting on his lap, being kissed like there was no tomorrow. Held by the strongest pair of arms that were also so gentle.

Frosty placed an approving paw on Cregan’s leg.

Well done, human.

[missmarveledsblog]

Bet on it ( Bradley bradshaw x reader ) part one

summary : everyone thought since they were best friend that their kids would be but after some unknown reason bradley bradshaw and y/n mitchell hated each other . after confrontation one night that leaves bradley in a dry spell well the guys make a claim and bradley's willing to bet and prove them wrong all he had to do was get into a relationship with the one person that couldn't stand him .

warning : enemies to lovers, bradley bit of a dick in the start not gonna lie , bet trope , age gap ( ten years hes 38 , she 28 ) this series is gonna be a roller coaster of emotions

They were soulmate platonic  where Mav was, goose was not far behind , both mischievous , both good at what they did . best friends til the end of time even if the time was short lived . so naturally people thought it would be the same with their kids and yet they were very wrong. It was like the two were fire and ice constantly going against each other whenever they got close .  there was a break she went to med school as bradley was back at top gun only for their secret feud to fire back up when she was transferred to a hospital right in san diego and of course she was able to win the hearts of the dagger squad and her turning up to the hard deck it was his worst nightmare come true . if they weren’t locked in the childish back and forth it was ignoring the other existence all together which honestly their friends preferred and as aggravating as y/n mitchell could be nothing was going to dampen bradley bradshaws mood tonight. He almost floated over to his friends the moment he step into the hard deck . the smile on his face was almost cheek splitting when they all looked at him . 

“ guess who got a date with the barista” he flashed his dazzling smile pulling the aviator to perch on his nose . 

“  nice even for you chicken” hangman nodded. 

“ well bagman you know i could give you some advice  , i mean i guess it been a dry spell” he shrugged taking his seat beside phoenix who rolled her eyes and called them both “ disgusting pigs”. 

“ yeah i don’t need advice we both now i do well and even better than you” . 

“ god you both ever gonna tire of the hook ups “ she groaned . 

“ hey this could be best date of my life and she could be the one” bradley smirked. 

Before they could even say more the door open and an excited y/n bounded towards them . 

“ i pass the interview i passed it” she yelled excitedly. 

“ wait the internship in new york?” nat asked unsure of how to feel . 

“ yes it’s not til six month from now but  in six month i will be heading to big city and studying under the greats of pediatrics “ she excitedly dance in her spot barely even sparing the usually happy man in her wake. 

“A date with hot ass woman and she leaving jesus this is my lucky day” rooster felt like crying he was so happy. 

“ in six month pornstache … wow playing in the dog park finally worked out good job” she smiled only for jake to lift her up and spin her around . 

“Knew you could do it , what i tell you this morning” he chuckled ruffling her hair. 

“ not to doubt myself “ she smiled bashfully . “ shit there’s my dad i’ll be back “ she giggled rushing off . 

“ or don’t that’s a good option “ rooster smiled. 

“ i don’t get why you don’t like her” fanboy mused . 

“ because you’ll learn like i did she’ll drop you like that no reason” he rolled his eyes sick of his friend constantly going on about how great she was honestly he thought the same one time and well he learned his lesson . 

“ people change or maybe you done something “ jake mused although he may of know more than he let on giving how close he and y/n got over the two years since she came to san diego. 

“ day that happens i’ll sell my bronco “ bradley scoffed. “ going to the mens room if my date comes tell her i’ll be out in a minute” . 

She stood watching the news sinking in from excitement to straight on nerves .  hoping he would show even a hint of happiness for her . 

“ it’s great news but we .. i just got you back” he smiled uneasy . 

“ it’s only a short flight and i’ll be home for holidays come on dad this is once in a lifetime opportunity i’m literally the youngest and female to be accepted on to this programme “ she almost pleaded with him . 

“ how long is it” 

“ two years with a chance to stay on in new york or head back to my residency here which i will because it will earn my spot on more paid job and more opportunities  it’s only two years and i can visit” she repeated . 

“ well i still got you for six months so i better make most of it i am proud of you but your my baby girl too … penny round on me to celebrate my daughters great work” he smiled sadly although he meant it when he said he was proud . 

“ i’ll have this one with you next one with the guys “ she smiled . 

“ sorry i was suppose to meet someone here and i don’t think i can see him “ a woman called making them turn . 

“ who you looking for honey “ penny beamed 

“ bradley bradshaw oh god i have the wrong place don’t i “ she chuckled . 

“  the wrong man i’d run if i was you” another woman scoffed. 

“ you sure he was charming when i met him “ the girls eyes widened . 

“ really rooster is great guy , don’t listen cheryl she as bitter as those gins “ y/n smiled . 

“ yeah great guy when he and hangman used me as pawn in their who can sleep with most women game , i think i was number 8 made me think i was special never felt the spark like it “ 

“ she’s drunk really rooster is great , he’s sweet and listens to good music “  y/n defended more although she didn’t know why he was an ass to her all time even though he was one that hurt her all those years.

“ sure look he already over there high fiving his friend “ cheryl smirked as the other girl eyes narrowed before y/n  could say anything the woman was barrelling over like a storm . 

Now as bradley looked up ready to greet his date what he didn’t expect was the slap across his face or the anger of a bull on her. 

“ you bastard i thought .. shit i thought one decent guy out there til that woman set me straight “ she pointed over at cheryl although bradley misread it  now he was pissed. 

“ whatever she said was crock of shit  trust me” he defended. 

“ so you and some guy called hangman didn’t have a sleezy contest i will not be a part of delete my number asshole “ was all she said before storming out the bar completely . 

“ she has got some nerve” was all bradley said before he storming towards the bar only he wasn’t going for the right person . 

“ what the hell is your problem  what me being happy isn’t good enough you have to ruin it “ he pulled y/n around as she almost looked shocked. 

“ i didn’t … i didn’t do anything” she stuttered out completely confused. 

 “ yeah you told her about stupid game me and hangman had … do you really like ruining things for me i mean life was great til you showed up here making everyone think your some little sweetheart when in actuality  your’re a cold hearted bitch” he scoffed. 

“ and you said he was a great guy” cheryl laughed . 

“ i guess i was wrong, drop dead rooster “ y/n walked off ignoring everyone’s calls . 

“ shit that girl defended you after i told your date what your really like jesus thanks for proving me right”cheryl saunter off playing her bill and leaving . 

“ wait wait what “ he froze . 

“ rooster what the hell .. you two used to love each other now god your at each others throat but never like that ...   i thought you were better than that .. godson or not you talk to her like that again we’re gonna have problems “ mav warned as he headed out the door .  leaving bradley looking like biggest dickhead in the hard deck head low and tail between his legs he headed back to the table the guys were bar nat and jake who probably fixing his fuck up . 

“ wow harsh man” payback whistled lowly . 

“ yeah not my finest moment “ he grumbled . 

That  sentence was like a mantra on his tongue hell he didn’t want to admit it the dry spell he was having which after his outburst completely extended it first couple of week no girl would even look his way hitting another bust as he headed back to the rest of his squad as y/n sat with jake as far as she could barely even looking his way til she ended up smiling at her phone and bidding the rest a farewell , he didn’t want to admit it but the complete freeze out was worse than before the fact she didn’t even give him a second thought was driving him crazy maybe  the dry spell was affecting him more than he thought . 

“ guess it was a bust” fanboy smirked. 

“ losing your status rooster”  javy laughed , 

“ maybe it for the best between him and hangman  they going to sleep through san diego or that was case” bob chuckled . 

“ now what i would love to see is either of them try a relationship they would fold the second things get serious” payback  pointed out . 

“ ok first ouch bob i’m nothing like bagman  and second i could do serious relationship with any girl “ he stood hand on hips . 

“ not any girl “ bob mused . 

“ baby on board is right not any girl “ jake leaned against the pool table maybe it was a risk and shit if it ended badly well he would hate it but he could see it , he could see it the moment she walked into the hard deck two years ago . 

“ i’d bet my bronco on it “ bradley stood falling into the trap hook line and sinker . 

“ you sure you wanna bet on something you’ll lose chicken ?”  he goaded willing him to take the bait . 

“ fuck it your on bagman name her , point her out” he stood toe to toe with the man . 

“ easy y/n “ that damn smile , the cocky one rooster loved to wipe of his face and yet this one was gonna be tough shit did he have it in him. “ you really are a chicken on it “ he had him hook , line  

“ your on “  sinker .

A.N : Let me know if you wanna be added to taglist for future parts

[geotjwrs]

baby fever

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The Ortega family backyard was buzzing with laughter, the sizzle of the grill, and the mouthwatering aroma of grilled delicacies. It was a warm summer evening, perfect for a family BBQ. Jenna and Y/N sat together on a picnic blanket, soaking in the atmosphere. Jenna's niece, Mya, was particularly enamored with the couple and had spent most of the evening glued to their sides.

"Mya, do you want another hotdog?" Jenna asked, smiling at the energetic little girl who was perched on Y/N's lap.

Mya spoke in gibberish, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/N chuckled, handing her another hotdog. "Here you go, kiddo. Just make sure you leave some room for dessert." Mya grinned and took a big bite.

Jenna and Y/N exchanged amused glances. Mya's affection was heartwarming, and they both adored her.

As the evening progressed, Jenna's mom, Natalie, approached them with a camera. "How about a picture of my three favorite people?" she suggested.

Jenna and Y/N nodded, and Natalie stepped back to capture the moment. Mya sat happily between them, a big smile on her face. Natalie snapped a couple of pictures, capturing the trio's joy perfectly.

Just as they finished, Jenna's sister, Aliyah, joined them. She looked at the picture on her mom's camera and teased, "You know, you two look so good with Mya. When are you planning on having a baby of your own?"

Jenna blushed slightly and glanced at Y/N. "Oh, it's too early for that," she said with a nervous laugh.

Y/N nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we're still figuring things out. There's plenty of time for that in the future."

Aliyah raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her face. "Well, just saying, you two would make amazing parents."

Jenna's blush deepened, and she felt Y/N's hand gently squeeze hers. "Thanks, Aliyah. We'll keep that in mind," Jenna replied, trying to steer the conversation away from the topic.

The night wore on, filled with delicious food, stories, and games. Mya continued to follow Jenna and Y/N around, her adoration for them clear as day. At one point, she insisted on playing a game of tag, pulling Y/N into the fun.

"Tag!" Mya giggled, tapping Y/N's shoulder before running off.

Y/N laughed, chasing after her with exaggerated slowness, making sure to let her have the upper hand. "I'm gonna get you, Mya!"

Jenna watched them with a smile, feeling a warmth in her chest. Seeing Y/N play so naturally with her niece made her heart swell with love and gratitude. She knew that, one day, they would make wonderful parents.

As the night drew to a close, the family gathered around the fire pit, roasting marshmallows. Mya, with sticky marshmallow fingers, sat next to Jenna and Y/N, her head resting against Y/N's shoulder.

"Can we do this every night?" Jenna asked sleepily.

Y/N kissed the top of Jenna's head. "Maybe not every night, but we'll definitely have more fun nights like this."

Jenna nodded, wrapping an arm around Y/N and Mya. "Absolutely. We're family, and family means making memories like these."

As they all sat together, roasting marshmallows and sharing stories, Jenna felt a deep sense of contentment. She leaned into Y/N, their closeness a comforting reminder of the love they shared. The night was perfect, a testament to the joy of family and the strength of their bond.

After a while, Mya's eyes began to droop, and Jenna's mom offered to take her inside to bed. "She's had a big day," Natalie said with a smile.

Jenna and Y/N stood up, helping Mya to her feet. "Goodnight, sweetheart," Jenna said, kissing her niece's forehead.

"Goodnight, Auntie Jenna. Goodnight, Y/N," Mya murmured sleepily.

"Goodnight, Mya," Y/N replied, ruffling her hair gently.

As Natalie led Mya inside, Jenna and Y/N found themselves alone by the fire pit. The stars twinkled above them, and the warmth of the fire wrapped around them like a cozy blanket.

Y/N turned to Jenna, a soft smile on his face. "Tonight was really nice," he said.

Jenna nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, it was. I love seeing you with Mya. You're so good with her."

Y/N chuckled softly. "She's a great kid. And you're amazing with her too. It's easy to see why she adores you."

Jenna smiled, her heart full. "I'm really glad we're here together, Y/N. Moments like this make everything worthwhile."

Y/N kissed the top of her head. "I feel the same way. I can't wait for all the moments we'll share in the future."

Jenna lifted her head, looking into his eyes. "Me too," she said softly.

They sat there for a while longer, enjoying the peace and quiet, their hearts intertwined with love and hope for the future. The night had been perfect, a beautiful reminder of the strength of family and the promise of what was to come.

As they finally stood to head inside, Y/N took Jenna's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ready to go in?"

Jenna nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Ready."

Together, they walked back into the house, the love they shared glowing brightly in the night.

Back inside, the house was quieter. Most of the family had started winding down for the evening, but a few were still chatting in the living room. Jenna and Y/N headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. As they stood there, enjoying the stillness, Jenna's mom walked in, smiling warmly at them.

"Did you two have a good time?" Natalie asked, pouring herself a cup of tea.

"We did, Mom. It was perfect," Jenna replied, leaning against the counter with a content smile.

Y/N nodded in agreement. "Thank you for having me. Your family is wonderful."

Natalie's eyes twinkled. "You're part of the family now, Y/N. We're glad you're here."

Jenna felt a surge of emotion at her mom's words. She looked at Y/N, seeing the gratitude and love in his eyes. He really was part of the family, and she couldn't imagine her life without him.

As they finished their drinks and headed toward the guest room where they were staying, Jenna's sister Aliyah intercepted them one last time, her playful smirk back in place.

"Seriously, though, you two would make such cute parents," she teased, giving them a wink.

Jenna rolled her eyes but smiled. "Goodnight, Aliyah."

"Goodnight, lovebirds," Aliyah said with a laugh, heading off to her room.

Jenna and Y/N entered their room, closing the door behind them. Jenna sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off her shoes, while Y/N flopped onto the mattress with a sigh of contentment.

"What a day," Y/N said, stretching out.

Jenna nodded, lying down beside him. "Yeah, it was. But it was a good day."

Y/N turned to face her, his expression softening. "Jenna, I meant what I said earlier. I can't wait for all the moments we'll share. You make everything better."

Jenna's heart swelled with love. She reached out, caressing his cheek. "You do the same for me, Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too," Y/N replied, leaning in to kiss her softly.

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the warmth of their love and the promise of their future enveloping them. The night was quiet, the only sounds the gentle hum of the house settling and the soft whispers of their shared dreams.

As they drifted off to sleep, Jenna felt a deep sense of peace. She knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, their love a beacon guiding them through any storm.

[peetaslefttoe]

@dumbpuss

Peeta x Fem! Reader. Maybe they’re at the bakery? Like you know he’s teaching reader how to bake and how to knead bread and it’s all sensual. The reader and him are together but because of his games things have been like really stiff between them? You can go wild with the details!

warnings: p in v, slight choking, AFAB reader

summary: request above 🫶

author’s note: ahhh thank you for the request i love this idea, i hope i did it justice <33

Masterlist pinned xx

The sweet aroma of flour and cinnamon filled your nose. Peeta stood beside you wrapped in an apron, he’s hands preparing ingredients from memory. You finally got this time to be alone with him. Things had been tense between you two since his return from the arena and this was just what you needed. You sit on the wooden counter top beside him while he works on a loaf.

“Okay, so now that we’ve made the dough, you need to knead it out,” he patted your waist urging you to jump down. You stood between his warm arms watching his hands carefully. He massaged the dough, rolling it under his strong hands. You felt a warmth growing in your stomach, his steady hands against the palpable dough and his torso supporting your back. You leaned back into his heat looking up at him.

“The dough darling, look back at the dough,” he smirked noticing the way you looked at him. You obliged looking down once more. You couldn’t help your thoughts wandering looking at his large hands. Imagining them around your neck, his comforting touch all over your body, his skilled fingers working into you. After what felt like ages he had molded the dough onto a sheet.

“Okay, now we put it in the oven, just turn the heat up,” you turned the dial all the way. “Perfect,” his praise brought fire to your cheeks. You stood back admiring his handwork as he placed the loaf into the burning oven, shutting the metal door behind it. He turned back to the counter patting the wood in front of him expectantly. You hopped up sitting down and looking into his big hazel eyes. He placed his muscled arms on either side of your hips.

“You’re not very discreet sweet girl,” he whispered, brushing your hair behind your ears.

“What’do you mean?” you asked, your voice breaking when you felt his splayed hand on your lower back.

“What were you thinking about Y/N?” he smirked at you cheekily.

“The bread…?” you replied shakily, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

“Ah ah, don’t be sassy with me sweetheart, tell me what you were thinking about,” he said lowly, maintins eye contact.

“Your… hands,” you finally said looking down at your lap. He tilted your chin back up, looking you in your eyes.

“Mhm and what were my hands doing?” he pushed further.

“Touching me…” you whimpered, his hands dipping down to run along the waistband of your skirt.

“Like this?” Peeta whispered, before cupping your face and kissing you gently. He pulled you closer deepening the kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth. He wound his hands into your hair tugging gently making you whimper.

“I wanted us to have a nice date after all the time apart, but your obsession with my hands is driving me crazy Y/N,” Peeta finally gasped out through the kiss. You leaned back capturing pointer figure in your mouth.

“Peeta,” you moaned against his hand, suckling on his finger.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his dominant facade fading away with the dance of your tongue on his fingers.

“Peeta, please, fuck me,” you whispered, kissing his hand and dragging your fingers up his back. He untied his apron and reached for his belt buckle. You stopped him, pushing his hands out of the way and undoing it for him. You pulled his pants and boxers down, his hard cock slapped against his toned torso. He gathered up your skirt holding it firmly at your waist. He hooked his fingers into your panties teasingly, he dragged them slowly down your thighs.

“Peeta please, I need you,” you groaned begging him to move faster. He removed your underwear completely before lifting your legs so your feet were on the counter, spreading you for him.

“My hands really made you this wet darling?” he said smugly. You whined bucking towards him. He smirked up at you and ran his hand through your soaked folds.

“Peeta,” you whimpered.

“What’s wrong sweet girl? I thought you liked these hands?” he teases you further, circling your clit.

“Peeta! Please stop teasing, fuck me please,” you begged shamelessly for his cock. He stood, pressing a kiss to your lips before turning his attention to your neck suckling and nibbling on the exposed skin. Just as you were about to open your mouth and beg him once again you feel him start to push into you. His thick dick enters you inch by inch. You wrap your arms around him tightly adjusting to his size.

“Just breath sweetheart,” he whispers. “Tell me when I can move,” he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. You breath for a few moments before you nod against his chest signalling him. Sometimes the way Peeta switches from his sweet passionate self to confident and dominate surprises you. One second ago he was kissing you gently checking that you were okay the next he has you pinned to the counter, his hand firmly around your neck. You moan loudly as he squeezes your throat tightly while ramming into your wet cunt.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it, you wanted my hands wrapped around your throat didn’t you?”

“Yesss,” you gasp through his rough strokes.

“That’s my girl, taking me so well aren’t you?” he gruffly speaks your praise. He drills into you, the bakery filling with the sound of your skin meeting. He moves the hand around your neck onto the counter beside your head for support with the other he dips his fingers into your empty mouth. Without pause you pull his warm hand into your mouth, suckling and licking his finger tips. He grips your jaw tightly with his thumb while you drool onto your chin and along his wrist. You moaned around his fingers feeling tension build in your core.

“You’re close aren’t you? Cum for me, please Y/N, cum all over me,” you whine at his words thrusting against his dick. With his words the heat inside you snaps flooding you with euphoria. Your pussy clenches around his thick cock, he whimpers, slumping over you while he wildly fucks your pulsing hole, filling you with his warm cum. He slows his thrusts riding his high while you embrace him, stroking his blonde hair.

[artssslut2]

Moving Along

Art Donaldson x Reader

Summary: You and art bought your first house together and some other big things happen.

You stood on one side of the unmade bed looking across at your boyfriend who was still half asleep trying to help you make the bed.

“Can we just stay in bed all day” Art pouted looking too cute with his bed head and blue eyes.

“Art we have so much to do still, we’ve done nothing all week” you laughed, you and Art had just bought your first home together. You had lived together for a while though, you two would always sleep in each other’s dorm rooms, then when Art graduated and you went into grad school you rented a small apartment together. But now you were both ready for something bigger. You had recently completed law school and we’re working a good corporate job, and Arts status was moving up very fast. It wasn’t a huge mansion by any means just a little two bedroom two bathroom house in California surrounded by palm trees and beautiful greenery. You would stay until you outgrew the cute little starter home. Both you and Art have had many conversations about the future, it was obvious your guys were endgame, you knew he was going to purpose soon, you both knew.

Later on Art was hanging up photos in the hallway leading to both bedrooms, his gym shorts hung low on his hips, you watched his back muscles move and contract, you were unpacking dishes in the kitchen. You walked over and wrapped your arms around his bare stomach and chest.

“I love our house” you said into his shoulder, he flipped in your arms so he could face you

“Me too baby, how do you pictures looks?” He asked then kissed your forehead

“They almost look as good as you do working on the house” you said flirting with your boyfriend he chuckled and playfully grabbed your ass.

“The second room will be such a good nursery don’t you think?” He asked you slightly smirking,

“A Nursery?” You questioned, you and art had talked about having kids many times, you both wanted a family and couldn’t wait to have kids, but you didn’t think that would happen for a while, definitely not until you were married.

“Mhm” he hummed “We can paint the walls and build a crib, fill the whole room with toys” he told you taking your hand and walking into the empty room, it was no secret that art really wanted a baby, he’d always stop you when you’d see a baby on the street, or see a cute outfit.

“Hm did you check with Patrick because I think he thinks it’s his room” you asked only half kidding

“He’ll be okay, maybe we can do bunk beds” he suggested

“So when are you planning on this baby happening then mister”

“Well soon, after we get Married, so after I purpose” he informed you confidently, you blushed

“So when’s that gonna happen Artie?” You titled your head giving him Attitude, Art laughed pulling you into him

“Nice try babe, can’t tell you that though” he started walking out “Soon though” he said throwing one hand in the air. You smiled to yourself thinking about the future. You were so content with your life right now you and Art were getting older making a reality of the plans you would make in Arts tiny dorm room.

You and Art unpacked and organized and decorated all day long and you were both exhausted and very happy with your new home and how it was coming together. Art insisted that you guys go to dinner to celebrate this step in your relationship. It didn’t take much convincing from him you loved going on dates with Art, the fire in your relationship never died every date had the same excitement the first date had. Art took you to a restaurant right by the ocean you two sat outside talking about all the things you normally talked about plus some new stuff regarding your house. You had no idea how Art was going to purpose, he definitely teased you and would kneel to tie his shoe but make it seem like he could be purposing. You tried to put the idea out of your head you knew it would happen you were just eager to spend the rest of your life with him.

When you got home from dinner it was still slightly light out the sun was setting and was almost all the way down creating a beautiful sunset. You went to the bathroom and Art went out to your patio. He turned on the string light he had hung earlier. It was an adorable little backyard big enough for some patio furniture a hammock and maybe a small play set later on. If Art was being honest he thought about purposing to you 24/7 he finally got his grandmas engagement back from the jewelers and was carrying it around for almost a week waiting for a good moment. You walked out to meet him on the patio, he stood behind you wrapping his strong arms around you, sitting in comfortable silence for a minute

“We can put a play set over there you know” Art hummed imagining a little version of you and him playing in their yard.

“Your doing all this baby talk, you know you gotta put a ring on it first Donaldson” you teased. Art knew this was his moment, he unwrapped his arm and grabbed the small box out of his pocket kneeing down. Before you could realize what he was doing you turned around to see why he let go of you. There he was on one knee holding a velvet box out with both hands.

“Then will you marry me?” He asked in a soft tone of voice looking at your like you were his everything. He didn’t say anything else, he didn’t need too. You were so surprised you immediately squealed and got down to his level, you didn’t even look at the ring because it didn’t matter you would say yes no matter what. You grabbed his face with both hands with tears welling in both yours and his eyes

“Yes, Yes, Yes of course” you practically screamed throwing yourself into his arms. He wrapped you in his arms and you both laughed. Then you kissed, not like you had ever kissed before. There was so much joy and passion in this kiss you saw fireworks. He pulled away from the hug and slid the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly and it was beautiful.

“It was my grandmothers” Art said as you wiped a tear from his Cheek your breath hitched in your throat and you smiled. You had known arts grandmother, she died about a year into your relationship. Art was heartbroken it was the first time you had seen him really upset, he was very close with her. Giving you this ring meant the world to him and you knew it. Tears fell down your face as you smiled pressing your forehead to his.

“It’s perfect” you whispered looking down at the ring, He looked at it too feeling how full is heart felt,

“I’ve been stealing your rings so that I could get it resized” he confessed, you laughed wholeheartedly

“I thought I lost those in the move I can’t believe you!” You laughed and so did he.

You realized the sun was fully set now and the lights were the only thing that let you see anything. It was beautiful.

You and your now fiancé sat on the patio lounge couch in each others arms, you were both quiet enjoying the beautiful night still in disbelief.

“You better call Patrick and tell him, you know he doesn’t like being left out” you laughed looking up at Art, he glanced at you smiling

“He’s already on his way with champagne” art admitted and you both laughed.

About ten minutes later you heard Patrick ringing the doorbell over and over again Art ran to the door and you followed

“HEYYYYYY” Patrick yelled nearly jumping into Arts arms. Him and Art laughed and hugged. Patrick loved you, when he first met you it was touch and go he was really protective of his best friend. But as he got to know you and you proved that you loved Art as much as he did he warmed up to you. It sort of felt like Patrick was you and Arts first son. You guys took care of him more than anyone else in his life ever did.

“Welcome to the family!” Patrick joked coming over to you pulling you in for a big bear hug still holding two bottles of champagne. Art smiled watching his two favorite people get along so well. Patrick was overjoyed for you both, he knew how much Art loved you and how long he waited for this.

“My little guy finally grew the balls to ask you to marry him I can’t believe it!” He said ruffling Arts shaggy blonde hair. “Now lemme see old Lilian’s ring” he exclaimed. Patrick was also close with Arts Grandmother, even though she thought he was a bad influence on her “little Arthur” she was the only one who called him Arthur, it always made you chuckle hearing it.

You Art and Patrick sat in your half set up living room drinking champagne from the bottle

“Pat, how are things going with you and y/f/n” you asked Patrick, a few months ago you had introduced Patrick and your friend. You had noticed how alike they were, both party animals who were stubborn but very sweet deep down. Patrick would never admit it but he was ready to settle down, he didn’t want ten girls anymore he wanted one. He was ready for something special, like you and Art had.

“Uhh… good” Patrick blushed trying to hide his growing smile,

“Yeah?” Art smiled, not used to seeing his friend like this,

“Yeah. Great actually. Things are great” Patrick smiled shyly. This was the most he’s said about her. You guys knew him though, he was in love, maybe for the first time.

The rest of the night the three of you drank champagne and talked for hours before Patrick left. Then of course you and Art celebrated alone.

[loveandfictionforall]

If you write for Baldurs gate, would you also do Gale? We know he is like constantly talking about his ex, so annoying, and reader telling him to let go if he want to be in a relationship with him? Not very fluffy as you wished I know but I want Gale to know we don‘t care about his hankypank with Mystra

Oh, Gale still annoys me with all his talk about Mystra, ugh...

Don't swoon about your Ex while trying to date someone

As we all know, Gale tries it seemingly with everyone. You were not an exception. At first you were fluttered, all those fancy words and promising smiles

Soon it would turn sour as Gale began opening up about his past. At first it made you proud, but soon every sentence had Mystra in it and your blossoming crush crumpled under his words.

But now you had reached your breaking point. The whole day was an absolute distaster. It was raining, wind howling against your ears and as soon as you made it to a cave, finally making a camp, Gale began talkin about Mystra... again. And maybe it was finally time to let it all out, even though every other teammember could hear your words too.

"Why are you making such an unhappy face?", Gale finally asked as he glanced at you again. Since he had sat down beside you, you had not talked a single word, instead glowering at the fireplace and poking it with a long wooden stick. Sometimes you would even sigh heavily, but that was something he noticed later on as he was telling you a story about Mystra and him. The whole point was to show you his exceptional skills in making a womand beg but for you it was the last straw. Your head snapped up at his question and for a second you stared at him blankly.

"Unhappy face?", you than asked. Your lips pressing against each other before you stood up and tossed the stick into the fire. "Because, oh loving Gale - ", you began. You could feel your heartbeat rising, your cheeks soon enough a vibrant red as all members stilled around you. And you would bet, that Astarion had a big smirk on his face because he knew what would happen.

"Because all you talk about is Mystra!", you continued. You saw that Gale wanted to say something, his eyebrows pulled together but you shook you head violently. "Did you know that saying, where you are told that you do not speak about Exes while trying to date someone? Yeah? Because my love died for you after the third time you mentioned Mystra. It was the day where you told me how you fucked her in the bathtub.", your voice was rising and rising in your anger. You were seething because you could see that Gale did not understand. "And I want you to stop! Stop talking about Mystra! Stop talking to me! Stop looking at me! And if I ever hear again that god damn name.", you finally screamed. Without air you stopped, pushing your ahnd roughly through your hair.

"But Mystra - ", he couldn't continue. "Fucking go!", you screamed at him before turning away. With your head angled high, you made your way towards Halsin. A man who also gave you nice words and promising smiled but instead of Gale, he was acutally capable of listening and being honest and transparent. Heavy you let yourself down beside him, lightly leaning against his big forearm. "Do you need distraction? A hug or just silence?", was his quiet question while he turned his head towards you. "Silence, then hug." A small rumble came from Halsins chest.

[auspicioustidings]

Ae Fond Kiss - Part 1

Winsome Wee Thing

Summary: This is the start of a story from this concept. You fall in love and you learn loss more ways than one. Words: 3.9k TWs: major character death (temporary), miscarriage

Parts: 1 2 3

You and your boyfriend's Lieutenant disliked one another immensely and immediately. 

For you it wasn’t so much that the hulking idiot was in a balaclava, although you found the skull pattern so teenage boy edgy that it caused a cringe deep enough to feel right through your molars, it was the obvious dismissal he had for you. For Simon it wasn’t so much that Johnny’s newest pretty little bit was a smart arse, although he could practically feel the ‘not like other girls’ radiating off of you in waves, it was the obvious disdain you had for him. The first impression set the tone for what became a horrid relationship.

–

“This is my Lieutenant, they call him Ghost but I believe he prefers to be called-”

“That’ll do.”

There was something about the way he cut the puppy dog that was your boyfriend off that riled you a little. 

“Nice to meet you, Ghost. Is that your gamer tag or something?”

“Never been one for games. You a gamer girl?”

“Not enough to have such a cool nickname.”

“Oh I’m sure we could come up with a nickname that would suit you princess.”

Gaz, who you did like, spent the rest of the night meditating while Johnny remained clueless to the simmering hostility between the two of you. Price didn’t really seem to know what to make of it all, but you found you had a natural respect for the Captain and as time went on, he was the one that could always tell you and Ghost to knock it off if he could see a fight brewing.

–

Johnny had been so excited to introduce you to his team and his team to you and the only thing you and bonehead could seem to agree on was that you would pretend to be civil when Johnny was around. So the jokes were underhanded but could be brushed off as humour, the vitriol was kept for when his back was turned, the eventual birthday presents were tactfully meant to appear innocent but actually be biting insults and the all out war that was had around a pool table was played off as healthy competition. 

If it has been anyone but John MacTavish you’d have dumped him purely so you would never have to see Simon Riley again, but fuck you fell hard and fast for Johnny. You didn’t even fully remember your first meeting. It had been a blind date and you thought you had been stood up so got well past merrily drunk at the bar of a nice restaurant. You had not been stood up, your date had broken down in the snow and in the hours you had been drinking the flurries had become a full blizzard. But that wasn’t going to stop Johnny. In the middle of a backroad with a blizzard beating down and no signal to call he had hiked his ass all the way to you, getting there just in time to catch you wobbling out the door. 

He had been a gentleman, hadn’t taken advantage. You woke up the next day with a handsome man bringing you breakfast in bed and apologising profusely for the whole thing. He had slept on your couch and admitted sheepishly that he had walked you home. From what little you did remember, you had made it difficult by starting a snowball fight and wanting to make snow angels every 5 minutes. You remembered the scent of pine and a roaring fire that enveloped you when he had bundled you in his jacket, breathing in and being transported to a log cabin in the Scottish highlands in winter, safe and drinking something warm with a hint of whiskey. 

If you hadn’t already been falling for him after his bashful teasing that morning, you were flung head first into it when you spent the next week looking after him when his gallantry earned him the worst cold known to man. He was a big baby when he was sick and that combined with the terrible sense of humour that he had made you desperate to learn more about him. 

–

“Ye cannae be mean tae me, I’m naw long for this world!”

For such a large man, he really was like a little kid bundled up in blankets and whining.

“Uh huh, that’s very valid and very sad but you still need to take your medicine.”

“I was never any good at swallowing, maybe ye can give it tae me as a suppository.”

Ridiculous man.

“Aww come on, swallow like a good boy and maybe we can talk about that suppository when you’re better.”

“Fuck, where have ye been all my life?”

His loopy grin nearly made you plant a kiss on his lips regardless of how ill he was, but instead you just ruffled his hair when he knocked back the pills and wondered how you were ever going to keep from loving this man.

–

The second date he had left you with a fond kiss at the doorstep after a wild night of earning enough tickets at the arcade to win him a little plush skull toy. He had been obsessed with it when he had first seen it, had told you he needed to win it for his Lieutenant. You thought that was adorable and had put your frankly suspiciously good reflexes to work absolutely rinsing the whack a mole for every ticket you could get from it. Of course had you known then that Simon Riley was the biggest ass on the planet you’d have hoarded your tickets and gotten 300 packets of Haribo instead (or so you’d like to think, but you knew deep down you could never have denied Johnny knowing how bright he smiled when he had traded the tickets for that stupid plush).

By the third date you wanted him so badly that you felt like a bitch in heat. You started to think that maybe you were making a fool of yourself with how calm he seemed whenever you sneaked a touch or whispered a filthy promise. God you liked him so much, it was killing you that maybe he didn’t feel the same. You needn’t have worried as it turned out, date number 3 was when John MacTavish had completely ruined you in a way you had not expected.

–

“This was really nice” you said, a bit embarrassed if you were honest and avoiding his eyes after he walked you to your front door.

You had been a menace the whole evening. You had never been some sex kitten but fuck he just brought it out in you without even trying. He probably thought you were ridiculous now with how you had tried to be all sultry the whole way through dinner. Fuck, your hands had wandered something awful during the movie as well and you felt the humiliation from it burn from your ears to your toes. He didn’t want you the way you wanted him and you had pathetically thrown yourself at him. He probably couldn’t wait to lose your number. 

“Open the door.”

Shit. He sounded almost angry. The first guy you had really liked in a long time, maybe ever, and you had totally blown it by being over eager. You shakily unlocked your door and blew out a breath, prepared to go inside and cry over a glass of wine. Instead you were grabbed by the waist and slammed against the door to close it behind you so fast it made your head spin. 

John MacTavish’s tongue was down your throat and he had your wrists pinned above your head in a bruising vice grip. You had only just found the sense to kiss back when his lips were gone and instead his teeth were sinking into the delicate skin of your throat. The whine you made at that was all animal, as was his answering growl. 

“Next time ye misbehave like that I’m going tae bend ye over the dinner table and fuck ye hard and proper in front of all those nice, fancy people.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You had never gotten so wet so fast in your life. The nice lace panties you had on under this dress were soaked right through. He bit off a curse and your legs nearly gave out when he suddenly let you go and backed right off, dragging a hand roughly through his hair. 

“Fuck, sorry. Dinnae hate me, I wanted tae… our first time I mean, I had it all planned oot. Which makes me sound like a creepy, presumptuous bawbag. And now I’m being a fucking reprobate and pinning you tae the door without even asking first.”

Oh my God. You could not just fall in love with a man after 3 dates. And yet looking at his blown out eyes, how his body thrummed with barely contained lust for you and how he nearly vibrated with the effort of holding himself back because he wanted to treat you right… you had fallen in love with a man after 3 dates. 

“I thought…” you said, your hand coming to rest on your flushed chest as you tried to find the words. “I mean at dinner and then at the movie, I um… well I wanted you to, you know. I thought maybe you didn’t want to? Which is fine obviously. I mean if you didn’t want to.”

The whiplash from going from lust to humiliation to lust and back to embarrassment was not something you were enjoying. You looked at him, he looked at you and after a few long moment the two of you burst into laughter. What a bloody pair you made. He came over and wrapped you in his arms, that wonderful scent that just gave you a feeling of contentment deep in your bones sinking into you.

“I want to. Was hard for the whole film, couldnae move that popcorn bucket or someone was getting an eye oot. Wanted tae spank ye red raw for all that teasing” he confessed into your hair, so sincere and blunt about it that you weren’t sure your pussy was likely to forgive you if you didn’t go out of your way to tease him next time. 

“Wanted?”

He laughed, probably because you sounded somewhat like a petulant child, and leaned back, hands going to gently cup your face. Looking into his eyes felt like a gentle falling. Falling into a warm bed on a cold morning after a hot coffee, falling into the first fresh powdery snow of the year, falling in love with a man you hardly knew but felt so much like coming home. 

“Was planning on asking ye tae come with me up North. Got a nice cabin in the Highlands that I usually rent oot since my Captain is always going on about having a backup plan. Want it tae be perfect.”

“You don’t have to go to all that trouble.”

Nobody ever had before. In your somewhat limited experience men wanted to get to fucking as soon as they could and while a few had made sure you came first, none had ever put much thought into getting you into bed in the first place. It just sort of happened. You would never have said you were insecure, but at that moment you felt the crushing weight of feeling that you didn’t deserve this man making such a grand gesture just to get inside you. You already wanted him. And there was no way he wasn’t experienced, how would you ever be good enough to warrant all the effort he was going to?

“Hey, look at me beautiful” he said quietly, thumbs rubbing soothingly across your cheekbones and coaxing your eyes back to his. “I really like you.”

Those four words ruined you entirely. John MacTavish put his heart out there with such simplicity that it stunned you. He could have thrown you on the bed and fucked you rough and savage and you’d have enjoyed it, but instead here he was butting his forehead lightly on yours in affection despite his evident arousal because he wanted more than that. 

“I really like you too.”

Instead of fucking, he held you while you cried like a baby, overwhelmed by the care he took with you. He only made it worse when he whispered to you how you deserved to be treated with adoration. He called you beautiful, bonnie thing, mo leannan, winsome wee thing (that one made you laugh). He refused gently when you wanted to take care of him that night, instead laying you down softly on the pillows and lapping between your legs to bring you to slow orgasm after slow orgasm until you were boneless and sated, slurring your speech as he bundled you in his arms and you spoke about everything from your childhood pets to your great hopes and dreams until you drifted off into the best sleep of your life.

–

Your first time with him inside you was in that cabin like he had wanted and it had been the most perfect few days of your life. He had made sure you felt safe and comfortable, insisting you gave the location to your friends and going over maps of the area with you, pointing out where you’d need to go to get signal to check in with them. He bought ingredients for all of your favourite meals and stopped for a snack run on the way to boot. He showed you his test results but stressed that he was putting no pressure on you either way and if you did want to have sex he would have condoms if you preferred. And after all that he made it clear that you did not have to have sex with him if you didn’t feel like it. Johnny would be happy to just hold you for a weekend. As soon as you arrived he taught you how to use the sat phone if there was an emergency. The voice on the other end was gruff but soothing somehow, safe sounding (that at least was something that never changed about Simon, despite not liking the man, you always felt safe with him).

You were ready to explode by the time he finally laid you in bed. He stroked deep and slow inside of you, steady and solid and torturous. You understood then the difference between fucking and making love. It was the first time anyone had ever shown you the latter. 

He then proceeded to show you the former in great detail on every surface inside the cabin and on quite a few outside. Your pussy was battered and your clit bruised in the most delicious ways. Your throat was raw from screaming and from being fucked. After a lifetime of swearing up and down it was never something you were interested in, you wound up practically begging for his cock in your ass because there was not one part of you that you did not want dripping with him. And of course he was only too happy to make sure you understood everything he would do to prep you by letting you do it to him first. You couldn’t fucking sit down for a full day after he had indeed spanked you red raw for the teasing you had done on that 3rd date.

A week later you met his family, the week after that his brothers in arms. And then he was gone and you were so worried about him that you constantly felt nauseous. It took years for you to be able to settle when he was deployed, to not spend the whole time imagining him not coming home to you. Because by that time that was what you had built together, a home.

You and Kyle became friends throughout the years. You really did like him, he was easy going and would laugh and let you bitch about Simon whenever you wanted. Captain Price came to feel like an older brother. He was there whenever you needed him, whether it be a car breakdown or because you were in a panic about a handsy coworker (poor guy had broken both hands in an accident the next weekend). And Simon? Well not too much changed there, you dealt with each other when you had to and were it not for your shared love of Johnny you suspected you’d have killed one another. 

At least until Las Almas.

–

You didn’t know how you were going to tell Johnny. In fact, you probably wouldn’t. What good would it do? It had sorted itself out. That was how you tried to think about it. Food poisoning had made the pill ineffective for a day, you had gotten pregnant unplanned and unwanted and had lost the baby before you’d even started showing. It didn’t matter that while Johnny was somewhere being a hero you had heard a tiny heartbeat at the doctors. You told yourself over and over again that you didn’t want it anyway. You tried to think about how awful everything felt all the time. The morning sickness, the fatigue, the mood swings. 

It was probably just the shock of it, waking up wet from the blood and thinking you were dying. If your first thought had been that you’d rather you die and the baby lived then you tried not to dwell on that. She would have had Johnny’s eyes. He would have wanted a mohawk so he could match his daddy. You forced an image of you telling Johnny and him being upset and not wanting a baby. It was useless. You knew that man. You loved that man. And that man would have gently made sure you wanted to keep it before bursting into happy tears and kissing you senseless.

You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t break his heart the way the last few months had broken yours. Maybe it was selfish, to want to keep this pain for yourself when you knew beyond a doubt that he’d be desperate to share it, to take as much as he could from you and turn it to gentle comfort the way he always did when you were hurting. But you wanted to be selfish over this.

It was a whole new pain when you answered the door and Ghost was standing there. Your knees went from under you and you collapsed with the weight of why he would be at your door. Why would he be here without your Johnny? It was the first time Simon Riley caught you. 

You never spoke about the way he held you gently and told you that Johnny was ok, he was alive but injured. He made you laugh through your tears and snot by telling you what a bad patient Johnny was being, how he was about ready to beat up every medic on base to get back to you because “I dinnae need fucking morphine I need tae eat my bird’s pussy”. His Scottish accent on that impersonation was truly dreadful. 

Simon never thought he would find himself comforting you. He didn’t like you, he never had. Johnny had never been so serious about anyone and it drove him nuts that you made him so happy. Happiness like that was an easy thing to ruin and you could ruin it if you wanted, that scared the shit out of him. It was even scarier when Johnny had shown him the ring he was planning to offer you. 

He never told Johnny how you had broke in his arms that night. How you had told him about the miscarriage in the dark, bled your pain all over him and let it sink into his skin. He had taken it gladly. In the light of the morning you went back to your dislike of one another, but something had changed in the dark.

–

You never did tell Johnny. You and Simon settled then on some sort of begrudging respect for one another. You still argued and bit at each other, but with the knowledge that now you would be part of one another's lives forever through Johnny given that only a few days after he came home he had slid a ring onto your finger.

Frankly you were fucking terrified when you came off of the pill. The only thing that got you through it was, unbelievably, Simon mumbling to you in the pub over a game of pool that you were going to be good parents. Of course Johnny had told him you were trying, but you found you didn’t really mind as you grumbled back an awkward thank you. 

You could have strangled Johnny for having such strong fucking swimmers. You hadn't expected to get pregnant almost as soon as you were off birth control and it meant your wedding dress had to be altered to account for the small bump there. The bump he could not keep his hands off. Honestly the man was already insatiable, but fuck he loved you pregnant. He was already talking about more kids and you hadn’t even had the first one, he fucked you and groaned about wanting you pregnant all the time. 

Your husband, something you thought you’d never get sick of saying, drove you mad once again in the late stages. You were hornier than ever and he was determined to treat you like you were made of glass all of a sudden. He certainly still gave you as many orgasms as you demanded, but gone was any rough and feral fucking. You loved making love with Johnny, but fuck if you didn’t miss the fucking. 

You’d never tell Simon it had been your suggestion, not under pain of death. Neither of you had been attached to any name in particular, but you knew how much Johnny loved his Lieutenant. He was his best friend and they owed one another their lives several times over. There was a good chance that you owed him your life. Your husband had kissed you with so much love when you had asked if he’d like to call your son Joseph and after talking about it late into the night you had agreed that the little human inside you was your wee Joey. 

A wee fucking bruiser is what he was, coming into the world kicking and screaming. Ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes. You joked that he must have screamed so loud he had damaged his own ears when he was referred to the audiology clinic after a second newborn hearing test. They stressed that you shouldn’t worry over it, but you hadn’t been anyway. Joseph was the strongest most wonderful thing you had ever seen, whatever came of it he had two parents who were going to make sure it never made his life anything less than a grand happy adventure.

Johnny had hated leaving him. Price had hated to ask it, had sent you enough flowers to start your own florist in apology. You understood though, your husband was off saving the world after all. Your heart was in your throat when he kissed Joey’s head and then kissed you soundly. Something felt off with him. The kiss felt different somehow, mournful. Maybe it was just a trick of your memory, hindsight tainting what you hadn’t known was the last time you would see your husband.

–

Simon Riley caught you a second time. John MacTavish was dead.

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I'm gonna upload this to ao3 later but I wanted to post this now before its too late! @eydilily happy birthday I wrote some Tangtho based on the art you posted. Warning for smoking and Redstone being treated like an addictive substance.

Redstone buzzed. It was important to know that. Redstone buzzed and when you were surrounded by it for hours on end, it seemed like your head never stopped buzzing. Like somehow the buzzing could form words that would cure all your woes with your latest project. Like they whispered exactly what you needed to do to get the right torch to turn on. Tango was constantly surrounded by redstone.

Sure, it was healthy necessarily, but the server was encompassed by people who didn’t know when to quit working on their projects. Tango wasn’t even the worst of it – Decked Out 2 notwithstanding. But, to be fair, Tango’s new big project was all redstone.

Minecart rails didn’t buzz in the same way! They didn’t buzz at all – which is what Tango told himself when he was down in the bowels of his binary system. Decked Out 2 was loud; this was quiet. This was peaceful, even. Sure, he was still troubleshooting and running into problems every five minutes but it wasn’t like he was down there for days on end. Staring at an observer line as it blinked but didn’t go off correctly for the thousandth time.

Color him shocked when he noticed the fire on his head died down to embers and his back ached in a familiar way. Okay. Okay maybe he needed to move, get some fresh air. See his neighbors. Maybe he had mail!

No mail was to be found but that was fine. It gave him an excuse to stretch his legs beyond the confines of his factory. A quick look at his communicator told him Etho was online and who better to go see – easily within walking distance, a redstone buddy he could complain to. It was the perfect solution. His tail flicked side to side as he thought about just what to say to his good friend. Fire reignited on his head and he even found himself almost buzzing. Just like redstone.

Etho was just…nice to talk to. Different from Impulse or Zed when he wanted to troubleshoot, different from Skizz to hang out with. Something quiet, contemplative. Calm in a way Tango could never hope to be. He liked that about Etho.

His tail sparked as it flicked around when he saw his neighbor outside, working on his landscaping. Perfect! Tango was worried he might be buried in Frogger or something and he’d have to be the one doing the redstone retrievafication. Retrievifying. Whatever. He waved his own clawed hand at himself.

Etho was absorbed in his landscaping, but there was a way to his movements where it was clear he knew someone was watching. Every move of his hands was deliberate, and when he stood up from the dirt, he half turned to smile at Tango.

“That was you! How’s it going buddy?”

Tango grinned. The two of them met somewhere in the middle of Etho’s front yard and exchanged a hug, where Etho visibly scrunched his face under his mask. “You smell like redstone.”

“You act like that’s a bad scent! Ead de Perfume de Tango or however it’s said. If I don’t smell like redstone, that’s when we have a problem.” His sharp teeth glinted in his grin as Etho rolled his eyes and waved Tango inside.

“So, I’m where you decided to take your break?” Etho held the door open for Tango, dodging his sparking tail as he walked past. Tango’s fire didn’t really hurt; it was warm, it produced heat, but it was more like extra voluminous hair. Made of fire. Still, the instinct to didge fire still hadn’t really left the hermits senses.

Etho had his own reasons to be nervous around fire.

“Who better to hang out with than my good buddy good neighbor Etho, huh?” Tango propped himself up on a block, crouched over so he was eye level with Etho and leaning his chin on his hands for balance. “Your house is coming together now that you finished Frogger. Could you imagine if I built a little home after Decked Out?”

Tango laughed a little and Etho’s eyes held a fondness. “You lived in Decked Out – and besides, Frogger is not nearly the same size of a game.” He smacked Tango on the shoulder and laughed as he knocked tango off his feet and spilling onto the floor in a heap of Blazeborn glory. He still offered Tango a hand, pulling him up with enough force he pulled Tango right to his chest. Tango’s hair ignited into an inferno. Etho made a sputtering noise, mouth full of his firehair.

“Sorry.” Tango skittered back, looking anywhere but Etho’s face. He could hear the little, too knowing chuckle pass Etho’s lips and that made him pout, cross his arms. Stomp his foot even a little.

“You are adorable when you pout,” Etho said. He didn’t let it hang in the air for long, walking past Tango towards his back door. “So are you here to troubleshoot the factory or just hang out?”

There was one long glance cast over his shoulder that had Tango scurrying after him in the wake of it, hair dying down back to its normal warm blaze but slowly. Ever since Decked Out 2, but probably before if Tango thought about it too hard, Etho’s voice made him blush. Maybe it was the first Decked Out that did him in. Maybe he’d always been done in.

“Hang out, I suppose. You’ve got a nice little garden, everyone is telling me I need to touch grass. Seems like a win win.” Tango followed Etho without really watching where Etho led them, but soon enough he was greeted to the sounds of the outdoors and the sights of Etho’s landscaping.

It was peaceful in a way a steampunk factory was not and Tango almost felt bad for dotting Etho’s neighborhood with it. Almost. He stretched, feeling his shoulders creak and then pop. Etho leaned on his fence, almost like taking a seat on it but not quite, gaze up towards the roof.

“I need to be able to see the clouds from here, I think. Roof is too solid.,” He said, turning to look at Tango. “Wouldn’t it be nice. Smell the dirt, see the clouds. Get some sun. I feel like everyone is always complaining we both need to do that.”

Tango hung on to Etho’s every word, nodding his head and leaning on his head. “At least you get a nice, unobstructed view of this lake you built,” he said. Etho agreed.

There was a silence, nature playing out its own theater for the two of them to enjoy in each other’s company. Tango spent plenty of time with the hermits this season – at least he felt like he did. People were constantly coming by the factory, he was playing Frogger occasionally. He raided bastions with Skizz and Impulse. He teased Scar. But for the first time he realized he’d missed the company that Decked Out 2 had. Getting a kiss on the forehead for good luck. Sitting in the lobby holding someone’s hand. Everyone sleeping piled together so they could get right back to it in the morning.

Tango’s ears flicked, slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something. What that something might be he wasn’t sure. Every season it was like the hermits had to work their way back up to admitting they missed each other, to sharing kisses and beds again. It felt like they’d only just gotten there in season 9 and now Tango was some kid to scared to admit he had a crush again. He closed his mouth. He opened it again, trying to work around it, when Etho cleared his throat.

He didn’t actually say anything, but the noise threw Tango off as he dug around in his pockets. Tango’s attention was transfixed when he produced two redstone torches and fidgeted with them for a moment. “Do you want one?”

Tango reached over and plucked one from his hand. They were...it was hard to explain. Redstone buzzed, yes, but it could also vaporize. Being surrounded by powered redstone meant you were breathing in time bits of vaporized redstone. Sure it wasn’t good for you, but it was another danger of being a redstoner.

What didn’t help is they often sought it out on their own.

Tango placed the torch in his mouth. It needed to be close to your face if there was only one, something that was just there to dull the itch to get back a redstone project. Etho held his own in his mouth, hand cupped around his face to hide it from view. Like he was embarrassed by it.

Tango felt that need for closeness again and stood up, going to be beside Etho. There was a gentle, bubbling water sound from the lake just before. The rustle of wind. Etho’s...beautiful and scarred face. Without a word, Tango found himself reaching out to cup Etho’s face in his own hand instead.

There was maybe more of a mischievous grin as he pressed the two redstone torches together. Redstone flew off in little sparks, a small cloud of faint red they really only saw because they knew what to look for. Etho chuckled.

There was a moment longer before Tango stood back a bit and, holding the torch in his teeth managed a ‘thank you’ that was...probably coherent. It made Etho chuckle again, a delightful sound that warmed Tango’s whole chest. He took the torch into his hand and Tango’s knuckles to his lips and pressed a kiss there.

Redstone buzzed. So did the feeling of companionship.

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your knight to the rescue

pairing: dick grayson x gn!reader

WC: 1.8K

warnings: cursing, creepy older man, sexual tension? i think thats it.

summary: being a plus one has its perks and downsides.

A/N: i wrote this for @alecmores​ my editor and friend since they did a fic for my birthday this year. a little reward for having to read all my stories and listen to me talk nonsense in chat.

also tried to make this as gender neutral as possible. so if theres something that comes off as fem presenting just let me know and ill fix it!

also used two prompts from @urfriendlywriter​ , forced proximity numbers 3 and 4 

in the drafts since may13

masterlist / dick grayson

“please, y/n! you’ll be doing me a solid!”

“if you get on your knees and start begging i might consider throwing myself to the wolves.”

you were just joking, you would’ve done anything dick asked of you. but he got on his knees with his hands clasped in front of his face and put on his best puppy dog eyes. oh! he really didn’t want to go.

“y/n l/n, will you do your best friend in the whole world a huge favor and be my plus one to this wayne gala event?” he even shuffled closer and leaned his head against your thighs as you leaned against the cave computer.

without a thought you set a hand on the crown of his raven hair and run your fingers through the strands. “can we get a big belly burger after?” you know the gala will only have alcohol and finger food.

dick moved his head as his chin sat on the meat of your thighs so he could look directly into your eyes. “of course, y/n. what kind of friend would i be if i let you starve yourself on my time?”

“a terrible friend.”

“and i am anything but a terrible friend.” he groaned as he pushed himself from the floor and walked to the suit displays.

“sure you should be going out? i heard you groan from just getting off the floor, you might be getting old.” you followed behind with your arms crossed over your chest.

dick just threw a middle finger over his shoulder, not wasting his time to look your way. “fuck you. i’m in my twenties, this is my prime.”

“yeah, okay, boy wonder.”

dick grabbed his black and blue outfit before heading to a changing area. you lingered around and the silence slowly got to your head. your fingers bit into your biceps and looked down at your slippers.

“just… just be careful, dick.” you scrunch your face at your simple wording, “cause- cause i’m sure alfred is tired of patching you up. and- and you don’t want to look a mess at the gala… could cause some rumors or something.” rambling just so it doesn’t seem like you care too deeply for dick’s safety. honestly just saying, “i like you dick grayson, so don’t be an idiot as you’re backflipping off buildings.” would be a lot easier than what just came out your mouth.

dick stepped back into the cold cave and stood in front of you. his black eye mask was in place along with his gear all secured in their compartments. you couldn’t see his baby blues due to the white holes staring back at you, but he had a smirk on his lips that made you scuff without knowing his next words.

“worried about my safety?” he copied your arms-crossed stance. his head cocked to the side. you narrowed your eyes, “no shit, dumbass. you're fighting criminals, street level and insane.”

you rolled your lips, “i know it’s unavoidable at times, just…” you sighed, “just don’t get in the line of fire if you can.” you touched his arm before walking away and back up the spiral stairs.

in your rush to leave you missed how dick’s arms fell and his smirk vanished in a blink. hidden eyes watching your every step until you were gone from his sight.

-

“i want big belly burger.”

“all in due time, y/n.”

your hands tugged at the nice, but tight fabric of your black formal attire. you even shuffled on your feet, already feeling the blisters forming. you were used to loose and flowy clothing with sneakers or slippers since you worked behind the scenes.

with you knowing there would be cameras in attendance, you took extra long to make sure you were presentable and cleaned well. especially since you would be standing beside dick for most of the event, you didn’t want to look like sewer trash next to a sculpted statue.

“stop fidgeting,” dick leaned close to your ear, “you look marvelous.” his breath caressed your ear and you had to suppress the shiver it caused.

leaving the outfit alone, your hands clasped over your stomach. a more appropriate gesture than arms crossed as you stare down the boring one percenters. you could spot bruce somewhere in the distance chatting along with some people, and you could spot his fake laughing from a mile away. letting your eyes scan the room you land on detective gordon, who’s tucked away in a corner with his hands shoved in his khaki trench coat.

“looks like gordon didn’t get the dress code memo.” giving dick a hit from your elbow as you knocked your chin in the cop’s direction.

“wants a little attention. nothing wrong with that.” and something about that last part… “i’m- i’m gonna get a drink. i’ll- i’ll be right back.” and you hurried off before dick could stop you.

politely moving through the sea of people, you landed at the open bar. palms wrapping around the cool granite counter, you leaned forward and waved down a bartender. he was very handsome, but he wasn’t-

“just champagne, please. thank you.”

the flute of bubbling amber liquid sat in front of you and the bartender left to help others. you fiddled with the stem and bottom, giving the liquid a little swirling making the bubbles fizzle. you held the glass in hand as you turned your back to the counter and faced the chatting party. you needed a breather from grayson.

from the corner of your eye, you saw an older gentleman saddle up to the bar top, right next to you. to close for comfort. you could feel the air shift as he moved his arm, suit jacket popping your bubble. you stiffened, not feeling brave enough to make it obvious that he was the cause of discomfort. now you wished dick would come to your rescue and lead you away, on the other side of the room would be nice.

“may i just say,” his hand touched you, “you are a visionary.” fingers moving caused goosebumps. you had to swallow the acid rising.

“you're too kind.” fake smiled as you raised your glass. where is dick?

“are you here alone? how do you know bruce wayne?” the man questioned. moving closer, his chest almost bumping yours.

you licked your lips, “i’m a- a worker for bruce wayne… secretary. or personal assistant to mister wayne.” not too much of a fib. “and i’m here with someone. i should,” you pointed a finger at the crowd, “i should go look for him.”

the man’s grimy fingers trapped your wrist after just a step and tugged you into his body. his breathing grating against your ear and neck, “what’s the rush? i’m sure your friend can wait.”

“really, i should-“ he slipped an arm over your waist and you shut down. it’s like you were hit with mr. freeze’s ice gun.

your heart started hammering and your eyes were darting around for any sight of him. your chest was heaving, your panic growing the longer his touch and breath were on your body.

“how about we-“ “there you are, baby. i was starting to get worried.”

it’s like an angel was sent to save you from death. the chandelier lighting cast dick in a halo of blinding light. his tall stature and wide shoulders held with grace and strength. his dark black hair swept in a clean style as his piercing irises stared the man down. you heard the gasp and took a shallow breath when you felt him move away.

dick held a hand out and you grasped it like a lifeline as he tucked you into his side. arm protective on your waist and fingers splayed, it was the warmth you need after freezing to death. your arm circled his waist to pull him even closer, head falling to his chest. he even positioned himself to where you were less in the older man’s eye line, his wider frame acting as a shield.

“who’s your new friend?” dick asked. it came off playful, but you heard the undertone. he was ready to hang him upside down by his shoestrings.

“i’m not sure. haven’t been given a name.” and you haven’t. but you already have his face memorized.

the creep opened and closed his mouth. a fish gasping for water as sharks played with their dinner. you tried to give the air of innocence to compliment dick’s bomb that was slowly ticking with each second.

he stuck his hand out for a friendly shake, “dick grayson. nice to meet you…” he trailed off. waiting for the answer before he searched him up on the computer back home.

the man took his outstretched hand, “mr. cooper. pleasure to meet you.” and you saw the flash of pain over his face. dick’s grip looked like it could crush a skull.

“mr. cooper, well i hope you have an excellent evening. if you don’t mind, i’d like to steal my dance partner back.” without waiting, he walked the both of you away. you left your champagne behind without a thought.

near the edge of the dance floor on the other side was where dick planted the both of you. he held your right hand in his while his left hand settled at the small of your back. you let your left-hand rest on his strong shoulder. it wasn’t much dancing, just bodies swaying.

“thank you… for back there-“ “no need to thank me. i would do it again in a heartbeat.”

his eyes twinkled. your heartbeat stuttered.

the orchestra continued their melodic strumming and you let yourself get swept away. eyes closing, you leaned your head on dick’s dress shirt. right near his heart. the smell of citrus and pine invaded your senses and you almost got dizzy. the hand on your back pressed in harder and then rubbed along your spine.

you almost snapped your eyes open at the feeling of dick’s lips being pressed to your temple. and it wasn’t just a simple peck, it lingered. your body felt hot and you would bet ten bucks your ears were burning red. his lips moved and then he nudged his nose against your hairline as he sighed. 

“i still want a big belly burger.”

your hunger broke the romantic moment.

feeling dick’s laugh through his chest and hearing the boyish noise lit you up. pressing your chin into his shirt, you made eye contact and both flashed smiles.

“wanna ditch?” “you make it sound like high school.” hands tightening. he grinned, “you're right. i think it’s time to leave.”

and dick grayson, being your knight in shining armor, led the both of you out of the stuffy venue. and he took the waiting chariot to the closet's big belly so you could stuff your face with food you’ve been waiting to scarf down. 

and as you moaned with ketchup at the corner of your mouth and chugged soda, dick grayson thought you were the best thing to ever happen to him. and he would do anything to keep you safe and smiling.

...

[hugshughes]

Big Green Monster C. Loveland

Colston Loveland x Minter!reader

synopsis - when Colston gets envious of your friendship with his teammate, what lengths will he go to to make it even?

wc - 2.8k

contains - takes place in the future as per usual in the minterverse. JEALOUSY, JEALOUSYYYY. colston has a big green monster, arguing, crying, shouting, guilt, comfort, making up, making outtt, kissing, hugging, cuddling. COLSTON HAS A DIRTY MIND BAD BAD BAD. FOR THE SAKE OF THIS FIC LETS SAY JJ IS SINGLE!!

an - this was so tough to write. i hate doing this to them, but they survived like always. colston would never ughhhhhhhhh. this was written based off of a few different requests, so thank you for those! enjoy babies!

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You winced as a frat guy swooped around the corner in front of you, screaming something to another person across the crowded kitchen. There was an led party light flashing in your face as you scanned all the faces around you, looking for someone, anyone, you knew. You'd just left your group to go the bathroom, waiting for twenty minutes before getting into one.

The music was so loud it hurt your head. You pushed past people, hot sticky skin on hot sticky skin. The air reeked of sweat and cheap beer. Your heart beat faster as you moved through the house, still not seeing anyone you knew. It was a large house, and there wasn't a square foot of space someone wasn't occupying.

After having to shove through a group of stoners you caught sight of a familiar dirty blonde head. JJ McCarthy! You shouted his name, and his head snapped in your direction. A bright smile graced his face, pushing through to you.

"Hey! What's up? It's nice to see you."

"Hi! I'm so grateful I found you, Jay. I've been searching for anyone I knew, I can't find Colston or the girls anywhere."

"Oh I got you! I just saw him a couple minutes ago. C'mon, come this way."

You nodded, turning the way JJ was pointing. His hand found your waist when someone pushed into you, steadying you innocently. His hand moved to your shoulder to guide you from behind. You walked through the party, muttering excuse me as you swerved in between people.

You two walked through the house, scouring for anyone you knew.

You two couldn't find anyone, but what you didn't know, was that someone had seen you two. Colston watched, a fire behind his eyes. The fuck was JJ doing with his hands on you? And where were you two going together?

As if on cue, some girl in a too-small dress plopped down on the couch next to Colston, giving him an exaggerated greeting. He turned his head slightly, rolling his eyes. But nonetheless, he allowed her to talk to him, nodded, and acknowledged her when she spoke.

You and JJ did a circle around the house once again, and you finally spotted Colston. Your eyes lit up as you quickly moved through the people around you, but you paused when you saw a girl next to him, a long hot pink acrylic nail running over his tattoo. What the fuck? You were the only girl —person— who could do that. You hesitantly approached the couch, your face pulled into a confused look.

"Hey Colst, I've been looking for you."

You said it slowly, brows furrowing. His head turned up, his eyes meeting yours. The girl looked up at you too, and your stomach filled with a terrible feeling.

"Oh, hey coach."

"Who's this?"

"Oh um, I- Uh I dunno. What's your name?"

The girl looked irked for just a second, before turning her fake peppy attitude back on. She looked up at you, an annoyingly bright smile on her face, sticking her hand out. She introduced herself, pulling her hand back after you shook it and laying it on Colston's arm. You watched with rage in your eyes waiting to see his reaction. He flinched at the touch, subtly moving his arm from her grip.

"Colston, I was gonna ask if we could leave. So um, can we?"

He looked around, sighing before nodding. He stood up, not giving a glance to what's her face beside him as he started towards the door, leaving you standing shocked. You turned to see JJ standing about as awkwardly as possible.

"What the fuck was that?"

He shrugged but you were about to lose sight of Colston in the crowd so you quickly said bye, stumbling after him. You watched as he exited the house, 8 steps behind him.

"Cols- Colston! What the fuck?"

He halted, turning his head towards you before swiftly continuing to the truck. You followed after him, wanting to scream.

He unlocked the truck, aggressively pulling the passenger door open before going around the hood to get in. You stood at the open door, a look of pure distress staring into the side of Colston's head. What is happening?

You got in after Colston gave you a nasty side glance. You buckled your seatbelt as Colston sped down the road.

You sat in silence the entire ride, feeling like shouting and crying and throwing up at the same time. Why was he being so mean? You quickly exited the car, not even sure that Colston would come in after you like he was supposed to tonight. You left the front door open behind you as you heard Colston a dozen steps behind you.

You entered your bedroom, walking into your closet to take off your shoes and dress. You slipped on your own clothes, skipping the usual pajamas that consisted of solely Colston's clothes. Colston had settled in your living room, causing you to run your hands through your hair, tugging at the roots.

You washed your face and brushed your hair out before exiting to the living room. You stood at the entranceway while Colston stared at his phone, if he noticed you he wasn't letting it show.

"Lovey, what did I do?"

He looked up, noticing the hurt in your eyes. Shit, he couldn't keep eye contact with you, looking down at the floor underneath his feet. The picture of JJ with his hand on you, pushing you to who knows where through the crowd of other students was engraved in his mind. Reminding him why he was upset.

"You seriously don't know?"

You were about to scream.

"No! Obviously, I don't fucking know! All I know is that you were all over me and then I go to the bathroom and when I come back there's some girl almost in your lap all over you."

"Seems like you're forgetting the time in between that when you had JJ all up on you."

What? No seriously, what? You took a few more steps in the room, your arms thrown out at your sides.

"What are you talking about, Colston? JJ helped me find you!"

"But he needed his hands on you?"

"Colston, he had his hand on my side because there were so many people shoving into us! He kept me from falling. That's it. And an innocent hand on the side is nothing compared to me walking up and seeing you letting that girl flirt with you."

Colston sighed, rubbing his face harshly. He knew in his heart he was in the wrong, but he was too headstrong to admit it.

"What fucking ever. I can't do this shit right now."

You felt tears prick your eyes, fuck this.

"You let her trace your tattoo."

You felt so small, and you sounded it. Colston immediately felt like a dick. But he couldn't just back down after all of this. He stood up, quickly making his way to your front door. You stood with your arms crossed over yourself, a failed attempt at some comfort.

"I lo-"

You were cut off as the door shut firmly behind Colston. That was the last straw, you broke down in tears, turning back to your room. You immediately grabbed one of Colston's sweatshirts, pulling it over your head. After wiping the last of your tears, you climbed into your bed, plugging your phone in before falling asleep after tossing and turning for almost an hour, unusually cold in your bed.

-

You woke up too early. The sun had just barely risen, the top of the sky still lined with stars. You rolled your eyes, looking at the blackout curtains you forgot to shut. You knew you wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep, even though it was Saturday and you'd only fallen asleep about 5 hours prior.

You sat up, you felt terrible. Your head hurt, and your eyes were definitely puffy. You stood up, stretching. Your back cracking relieved a little pressure on your body.

You peeked out the window, looking at the pretty colors in the sky. Your eyes caught on something you didn't think you'd see, Colston's truck. You couldn't see anyone in the front seat. You grabbed your phone, seeing no texts from him. You put on your slippers, grabbing your keychain before exiting your apartment. Once you'd locked the door behind you, you walked down the steps and out into the parking lot.

You approached the truck, looking through the front windows, seeing nothing. You walked around the hood, your eyes widening when you saw your boyfriend asleep in his backseat. The 6'5 figure cramped up on the leather seat. You pulled the door open, not surprised that it was unlocked. He shifted with the now-open door, his feet stretching towards you. You rubbed his calf, whispering his name. You just wanted to sleep, and you knew you would if he came up with you.

He flinched, his eyes squeezing shut before fluttering open. He looked around in confusion, before coming to his senses. He quickly jolted to sit up, bumping his head against the roof. You reached out the lay a gentle hand on his thigh, silently telling him to chill.

"You been here all night, Lovey?"

He blushed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and nodding.

"My keys are kinda on your coffee table, didn't really know what else to do."

You reluctantly smiled. He was so stupid sometimes.

"Should've just come back. Missed you last night."

Even though you were still upset with Colston, you wanted him always. He sighed, looking over at you, his eyes saying so much.

"I missed you."

He paused, sighing. He felt like shit, physically and in his head.

"I'm sorry baby, I-"

"No, stop Colst. We're gonna go inside and go to sleep. Then when we wake up we're gonna talk. I just wanna sleep right now Lovey, preferably with you."

You looked into his eyes, grabbing his hands. He nodded, sliding out of the truck. You held his hand as you walk up the stairs and back into your apartment. You said nothing as you walked to your bedroom, Colston making a pit stop to grab his keys and lock his truck. He then followed quickly behind you, watching in love while you took your slippers and shorts off, closing the curtains, and climbing into your bed. Colston kicked his shoes and socks off, tossing his shirt into your hamper before getting in next to you.

You immediately snuggled into him, laying your head on your chest, leaving a kiss against his neck. He held you so tightly, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

"I love you."

"I love you more, Colst. It’s gonna be okay."

-

You woke up a long while later, the blackout curtains not giving you a great way to estimate the time. You gently reached over and grabbed your phone, it was just after one. You put your phone back, retracting back into Colston's arms. He shifted and you moved with him, now instead underneath him while his head burrowed into your neck. He was still your everything, and always would be. You brought your hands to his hair, running your fingers through it.

Colston shifted again in your hold, his eyes squeezing tight before fluttering open, like always. You smiled down at him, rubbing your fingers over his sharp jaw.

"Hi gorgeous."

You giggled as you greeted him, the name he always called you rolling off your tongue. You were ready to get this over with, you knew it was just a misunderstanding on both ends.

"Hey,"

He reached his arm up to rub his eyes, your hands brushing and giving you butterflies like it was the first time he'd ever touched you.

"we should talk."

You nodded, before telling him the way he was laying on you was making your leg fall asleep. He shifted you both, having you lay on him, your back to his chest, with his arms around you waist.

Your head rested against his shoulder, tilted so you could see him. Colston left a kiss on your hair before he sighed.

"'M so sorry. I don't even know, seeing you with Jay's hands on you it was like something was on fire inside me. I've never felt so, I don't know, territorial? Over someone, and I fucking hated it. You've got me all crazy in my head like I've never been before. I need to learn how to handle it better, I know. I'm just really sorry, baby."

You smiled a little, of course he wouldn't be the one to say he was jealous, just that he felt like fire on the inside.

"It's alright, I don't mind that you got a little jealous. That's kinda hot."

"I wasn't jealous."

He mumbled it, tightening his arm around your middle, turning his head away from you. What a baby, you thought to yourself through a grin.

"Oh, not jealous? Just like someone lit your insides on fire because JJ had his hand on my shoulder? Just made you feel territorial? Of course, that doesn't sound like jealousy at all."

"Okay maybe I had a little green monster-"

"Big."

"Okay, big green monster. But why wouldn't I be jealous? You're hot, and everyone knows it."

You patted his hands lovingly, the smile stuck to your face.

"Thank you for saying that. I appreciate you trying to communicate your feelings. Lord knows it took you a year and a half to ask me out."

"Okay, that's not fair! You were my coach’s daughter! I had to see him every day and be reminded that 'Oh yeah, that hot girl I'm obsessed with is his daughter! I hope he can't tell that I wanna-'"

"Okay, I get it! Don't say what you're about to say. Not while we're talking about my dad."

He huffed out a breath, shifting underneath you.

"But there is something else we need to talk about, Lovey."

He nodded against the side of your head, his arms wrapping tighter around you.

"How long was she there before I got back?"

"Two minutes, maybe. I swear, baby. Don't even know her name. I've never seen her before."

"I believe you. You've never given me a reason not to."

You pulled his arm up across your chest, tracing over his tattoo.

"Can't believe you let her touch my tattoo."

"It was terrible. I'm real sorry, baby."

You let out an over exaggerated sigh, throwing your head back dramatically.

"I'll get a new one for you. I'll get your face on my chest."

"What about on your face? Don't you want me right there on your cheek?"

You poked his cheek, giggling, imagining how dumb he'd look with a tattoo of your face.

"Y'want me to?"

"No, please don't. You should get my name somewhere on ya. That'd be hot. Maybe we can get matching name tattoos. I'll get a tramp stamp of your name."

Colston's arms squeezed around you. He was imagining how his name would look inked onto you.

"You don't get how feral I'd go if I saw my name on you. I'll have to tilt your head so I can see your face and my name on you while I-"

"Wow! Wow, wow, wow! Don't finish that sentence, you're a freak."

Colston laughed, the tense pull on his heart relaxing as he felt you turning to snuggle into him. You two sat in silence for a few minutes, rejoicing in each other's warmth.

"I forgive you. Sorry I've ever given you a reason to believe I would have interest in anybody but you."

You suddenly felt bad, you had gotten in your head about why Colston even had to assume that you liked JJ. Colston was shocked at the admission, shaking his head and poking your side.

"Woah, hey, no. I was being insecure 'n bullshit. You've never made me doubt for two seconds you loved me, okay? It's definitely not you that makes me think all that shit."

You nodded into his neck, leaving a kiss. You knew that Colston had been cheated on in high school and he carried the insecurities from it deep inside him still.

"I love you, Cole. More than literally anyone."

"I love you more, coach."

Everything was going to be okay. As long as you two communicated and kissed it better, no misunderstanding or insecurities would taint your relationship. No green monsters, small or big, would ever be able to terrorize your love story.

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Fire Escapades (2)

Teenagers/40s!Bucky & Reader

Summary: Teenagers in love who are very serious about their feelings.

A/N: Finally I felt inspired to write again :) Reading part 1 is a must here. :P

Fluffy feels ahead! <3 🥰

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“James Buchanan Barnes, get out here right this second!!”

“Oh no. She Buchanan-ed me, she knows you’re here.” Bucky groans. 

“You don’t know that for sure.” You say as you untangle yourself from his arms. You suggest going back to your fire escape. 

Bucky agrees with you and once you’re out of his room he opens the door and his mama bursts through like a nervous wreck. 

“Jamie! Oh honey!”

“Ma, what’s wrong?”

“Mrs. Y/L/N just got back from work and her girl’s gone!”

“Gone, what do you mean gone?” Bucky hated lying to his mom but for you he’d do just about anything. 

You managed to get back into your room seeing as the window was now unlocked and wide open. Quickly you get rid of Bucky’s blue sweater and walk out of your room nonchalantly. 

“Oh Winnie I just don’t know what to do—”

“Mom? Mrs. Barnes– Bucky? What’s going on?”

Your mom runs over and hugs you then pinches your arm. “Where were you, young lady?!”

“I was just in my room, mom.”

“I swear if you were with that Hodge guy, Y/N I already told you I don’t like him. You’re not to see him again.” Your mom threatened while Bucky stood there barely suppressing a smile. “Why can’t you get a nice boy like Barnes. Winnie’s son is a nice young man, appropriate.”

If only your mom knew how inappropriate you two already had been last night. 

“Well, actually I–” Bucky tried to interrupt but you cut him off. 

“Shut it, Barnes!”

“Y/N! Don’t be rude.” Your mom scolded you and turned back to Bucky’s mom. “Winnie, darling can you stop by for tea after lunch?”

“It’d be my pleasure.” 

___________________________

While Winnie and your mom have tea…

You sit on the fire escape again, this time Bucky joins you. The excuse for him being there was sharing your English literature book Bucky had ‘misplaced’ his. So you sat there pressed up against Bucky, your head gently resting on his shoulder and his left arm wrapped around your waist. 

“I’m afraid he won’t come back, my father,” you took a deep breath as you confessed your deepest fears to Bucky. “I’m afraid he’s going to die in this war, Buck. I can’t–” you let your sobs escape. Bucky holds you as you slowly stop crying, giving you forehead kisses and squeezing your hand.

He gently squeezed your hand again to get your attention. “Darlin, I know that I should wait for him for this but I’ll ask your momma if I have to. I’ll ask her today for her blessing. I want to marry you, take care of you–even your mamma. God forbid your father doesn’t make it back, I want you to feel safe and taken care of.”

“Buck, that’s sweet but aren’t we too young?”

“My dad married my ma when they were just fifteen. We’re almost eighteen. I don’t see the difference.” Bucky pressed his lips to your forehead. “Would you want to? I’m sorry I didn’t really ask. Would you like to marry me?” 

Bucky stares down at you with his big blue shiny eyes, full of affection for you. You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to. “James, it would be a dream come true. Yes. I would love to marry you.” 

Bucky takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “I need a minute to talk with our mothers. I’ll be right back.”

Bucky untangles himself from you and turns back to sneak into your house through your bedroom window, only to find his mom, your mom and your dad staring back at him. 

“Umm, Sir I can explain.” Bucky starts as he tumbles through the open window.

“Sir?” You turn around, “Dad?!” you screech. 

You scramble to get into your room but as soon as you do, your dad pulls you into his arms. And all you can do is cry happy tears. “You’re back!”

He buries his face in your hair and hums happily. “I am darling. I’m home.” He smiles down at you and squeezes your cheeks and drops a kiss to your forehead. Your dad makes eye contact with Bucky, who stands by behind you. “You have our blessing, son.” 

“You…approve? But- but we’ve only just met.” Bucky stammers like an idiot.

“I heard– we all did, we heard what you said to my little girl. I know enough, James Buchanan Barnes, y/n would ramble on and on about you on the letters I got from home.” 

“Dad!” You groaned and buried your face into his chest. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Bucky extended his hand to your father, “Please, sir, call me Bucky.” 

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He's Not Actually That Cool - Hobie Brown x Black!Reader bonus ii ~

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Imagine the coolest guy in the Spider Society is a virgin nerd with a big dick

Tags: 18+, NSFW, Piercings, Sub Hobie, Slight Mommy Kink, Nipple play, Anal/Pegging, Rimming (M receiving)

Don’t u love writing smut an hour and a half before your homework is due 🤪

Hobie had to work up a lot of fucking nerve before he asked this of you.

It was especially awkward for him as the two of you hadn’t done anything intimate for a while now.

Don’t get him wrong, it had nothing to do with the sex itself. He actually misses it. He just had…a little surprise for you and he needed to wait until it stopped hurting before he could do anything.

He was utilizing his time well. To make up for the severe lack of being buried deep inside of you, he’s been watching much more porn, trying to find something that he would like. He’s become more comfortable in his sexuality since the two of you started…whatever the hell it was y’all had going on.

It wasn’t until he decided to explore anal that he felt his dick jump.

The videos he watched, however, weren’t…exactly what he was looking for.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said, interrupting the very heated make out session the two of you were having.

Panting with your swollen lips and lidded eyes, you looked at him in intrigue. “Yeah?”

Hobie bit his lip and stood up to take off his shirt. He smiled at you when you gasped.

“You got your nipples pierced?” You shrieked in excitement.

He laughed nervously, afraid to ask you for what he wanted next. But, he didn’t have to.

The next thing he knew, you attached your lips to the metal, giving one a small lick and then a kiss.

He tilted his head down and watched in awe as you tenderly sucked on them. His torso churned, his breaths were small and frequent accompanied by a few hisses. They were still a little sore. But, that made it feel better in a way.

When his dick poked your stomach, you smiled. Without stopping, you took your hand and rubbed his clothed erection. You chuckled with your tongue pressed against his brown nipple as he began humping into you.

“Fuck. Baby?” You hum in response and gaze up at him from his chest. “Can you…can you…um.” Hobie clears his throat. “Play…with them?”

He sighs when you fulfill his request and gently place your thumb onto his piercings. You rub them back and forth giggling when he flinched after you flick them.

“God, I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” he moans.

Both of you stop and stare at each other. Hobie’s face is on fire and his heart is reacting. He absolutely did not mean to let that slip. But then, a wide smile spread across your face.

“No way you bought a strap.”

He did. Just for you.

You whistled when he brought it out. “You sure you can take all that?” He wasn’t amused by your teasing.

“Okay, Okay,” you laugh at his miffed expression. “I’ll be nice.”

“I’ll be extra nice.”

As excited as he was, what was about to happen became all the more nerve wracking as he watched you put it on. You were right - it was a little daunting. The most he’s ever had was his own finger.

As his thoughts persisted, he sucked in a sharp breathe when he realized he forgot the most important thing.

You looked up at him in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Lube.” He answers, curtly. “I forgot the fucking lube.”

Little did he know, such a simple dilemma didn’t phase you one bit. “Hobie,” you started, walking towards him and grabbing his hand. “We don’t need it.”

“Ngh, fuck.” Hobie found himself face first in his pillow, clenching onto the fabric as your tongue swirled around his asshole.

He wanted so badly to rub his dick on something, anything, but he just couldn’t let go. It felt so fucking good.

“P-Please…don’t stop.” He begs you, gently pushing his ass into your face. You gave his cheek a small rub.

To his dismay, you pulled away to talk to him. “But Hobie,” you start with a playful tone. “I thought you wanted to me to fuck the shit out of you.” You took your finger and played with his wet hole reveling in his shivers.

He was conflicted. He didn’t know whether to beg you to gobble him up, or beg you stretch him wider than he’s ever been.

You linger on his hole, silently asking permission for entrance. He grants it to you with a whimper and a small plead. “Please.”

He hisses as your finger penetrates him. Little by little his hole sucks it in.

“You’ve done this already, haven’t you?” You asked. He took it way too easily. “You couldn’t wait for me?”

“I’m sorry.” The apology leaves his mouth before he can even think. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Aw, it’s okay, baby.” With your middle finger inside him, you spit on his hole and stuff your index alongside it. You love the way it feels when he clenches around them.

“Shit,” he moans. He’s never felt more vulnerable. He’s over here, pre cum leaking onto the bed, panting and moaning, itching for you to give him more.

“You want another?”

“Yes, please.”

Hobie never thought he could sound so pathetic. His groans were loud and strained. “Feels so good. Fuck, babe.” When you curled your fingers inside him, he knew he was ready for the next step.

“I need more, babe.” He begs, face still smushed into the sheets. You removed your fingers from him so quickly, he whimpered. Gathering spit into your mouth, you admired his closing hole as you wet up the strap.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Hobie?” You chuckle when he eagerly nods his head.

Hobie’s heart practically pounds out of his chest as you press the head onto him. He’s comforted by your soft hands gently rubbing his cheeks letting him know that you were going to take good care of him. “Just say the word and we’ll stop, okay?”

“Mhm,” he was too eager to get started.

“Mmm,” he moans as you enter inside him. He especially loved the way you grabbed his hips to pull him closer to you.

“Everything okay?” You ask. All he can do is nod.

You keep going tightening your grip on him with every inch. Hobie’s face is completely hidden in the pillow. His nails are ripping the sheets and his teeth are tearing into his lips. The stretch burns, but it feels so fucking good.

“Ahh, fuck,” he lets out. When you’re fully seated inside him, you take a few seconds for him to adjust. You can see him clenching himself around it.

He shudders when you let some spit drop onto his hole, lubing the strap up even more. “You ready?” You ask.

“Fuck, yes.”

To say that hearing him grunt in pure ecstasy as you drilled into his ass made you all the more horny was an understatement. He sounded so sexy panting into the air, his voice breaking as he begs you to go faster.

“Unh, Unh, unh, yes,” He whines. He wanted to thank you for every thrust, every squeeze, every dirty thing that came out of your mouth.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a slut, Hobie.”

“Do you like getting fucked like this?”

“Tell me how good it feels.”

And he did. He praised you and begged for your praise in return.

“It feels so good.”

“I love it so much.”

“Please let me cum.”

At first, you didn’t answer his question. You decided to play with him a bit. So, you stopped. He whines.

“Why should I let you cum?”

“Fuck, Y/N. I’ve been taking it so well. Please, love.”

“…call me mommy.”

His heart is fit to bursting. It was humiliating to him, but he fucking loved it. His dick leaks as he subtly murmurs, “Please let me cum, mommy.”

You grow a deranged smile as you grab his hips once more, fucking him into oblivion. Hobie throws his head up and moans into the air. “Yes, yes, yes, oh my fucking God.”

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum,”

“You’ve been so good. Cum for me, Hobie.”

And he does. A string of filthy curses and “thank you’s” escape his lips as his cum shoots from his neglected dick all over his sheets. He grunts with each spurt and his hole spasms with it.

Satisfied with your work, you pull the strap out of him and take it off, ready to toss it in the bathtub to be dealt with at some other time during the day.

“You took it so well, baby,” you tell him, kissing his forehead when he falls onto his back. “We should do it again.”

Just as you try to walk away to dispose of the toy, he grabs your arm and stops you. You look back at him with a smirk thinking he wanted more which quickly drops after you see the hungry look in his eye.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He asks you.

You blink at him. “E-excuse you?”

“Tired of you thinking you can fuck me the way you do and leave.” He says. “I’m not Sakura.”

Despite the circumstances you snort. “That’s fucked up. Sasuke was doing her dirty.”

“Exactly my point.” Hobie stands up and walks you over to his desk, picking you up and sitting you back down onto it. Where he got this sudden burst of audacity is BEYOND your comprehension.

He kneels down and lifts your legs up. “I know you loved it just as much as I did. Let me reward you for fucking me so good, babe.”

“And I want you to call me Daddy.”

I-I think this gave me a mommy kink

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Fighting Fire With Fire

Pairing: Female reader x Javier Pena x Steve Murphy

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, holy moly this whole thing needs to have a bible thrown at it major smut and sex, use of handcuffs, bondage, oral male and female receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, p in a, threesome, mild spanking, swear words, overstimulation

Summary: Wanting to give them a taste of their own medicine you have the bright idea to ignore Javier and Steve all day, but it ends with you getting punished

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As soon as you saw the black Audi pull up the driveway your stomach dropped. You knew you were in serious trouble, but also for a world of absolute pleasure. Utter excitement coursing through your body at what they were going to do with you.

You had been ignoring Javier and Steve all day, and it was all on purpose. It was hard to do, but you stayed motivated in your plan.

They had been ignorning you all week, and you just wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine. Granted it was work things, but still you felt they still should make time for you.

Granted it wasn't their fault cause they were busy with interviews for their movie, but you still wanted to feel wanted. Ignoring their texts and calls. They clearly didn't appreciate it based on the tone of the messages.

Javier: sweetheart you know we don't like being ignored.

Steve: darling answer your phone. You know we are very busy

Steve: don't make us come home Javier is getting very worried

Steve: this is your last warning sweetheart.

Their words had you feeling all giddy inside knowing you were getting to them. You were fighting fire with fire, but weren't prepared for how big the flames were about to get. You were just desperate to feel their touches.

They were very protective of you so when you decided to not respond it worried them. Taking your safety seriously, so they grabbed their things, and started heading to you no questions asked.

People still didn't understand your relationship with the two movie stars. Everywhere you three went people looked at you, and clear judgement on their faces. Doing your best to ignore them, and remembering that both men loved you.

The door being barged open and seeing Javier’s and Steve’s stern yet lustful gazes had you feeling nervous. A part of you was starting to rethink why you acted the way you did. Javier was the first one to step forward.

"You've been very naughty sweetheart." Javier growled as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Steve stood behind him as his eyes raked up and down your body. His once light eyes now darkened with lust. You were wearing just a shirt barely covering your butt and some lace panties.

"Ignoring us like that isn't very nice. You know what has to happen now." Steve spoke up as he walked forward as well even closer then Javier.

"I'm sorry." You whispered and they just both smirked at you.

Steve was the sympathetic and caring when it came to punishment. Not wanting to push you past your limit. Constantly watching your body language to make sure he wasn’t hurting you.

Whereas Javier was more dominant and loved to punish you and hear you beg. If you didn’t end up shaking with pleasure with tears coming down your cheeks then he wasn’t done.

They were different but they even each other out so they didn't break you completely. Plus the aftercare made it all worth it.

"You're gonna be sorry baby." Both men had these dark looks in their eyes, and it almost scared you. You were definitely turned on more though.

You felt like a helpless animal being cornered by two ravenous beasts. Looking at both of them waiting for them to make their move. Steve and Javier looked to each other before they moved.

Next thing you know Javier and Steve are on you. Javier grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. Steve went into the drawer, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Before you could even protest he had them clasped around your wrists.

Tugging on the cuffs thinking for some reason you could slip out of them. They just chuckled at your weak attempt of getting yourself out of this. Your panties were soaked at this point and it wouldn't take long for them to figure it out.

"What should we do with her first?" Javier looked over at Steve and they just looked at your figure lying there awaiting your punishment.

"I think we need to get a taste of that pussy first." His words had your thighs clenching together.

They knew you loved being eaten out, but this wasn't going to be for your pleasure. It was all for them, and they weren't going to give you what you wanted.

Both men grabbed an ankle and peppered your thighs with sloppy kisses. Looking down watching as their mouth inched closer to your drenched panties. Your breathing had increased as they reached the hem of your panties.

Their lingering kisses had your legs trembling with need. Each leg was being showered with sensual kisses and touches having you mewl like a cat in heat. You probably looked so desperate, but right now you didn't care.

"These need to go." Javier grabbed the sides and pulled them down your legs tossing them to the side.

"She's already soaked." Steve noted looking between your legs your arousal already leaking out of your folds.

The cold breeze hitting your pussy making you whimper. They both went back to kissing around your core, but not kissing where you wanted them to. It was frustrating you but you didn’t want to push it, and then not give you what you want.

They wanted to hear you beg for it. It was all a game to them, and you had to play along with them. You finally snapped when their lips touched just right beside your folds.

"God please. Please Javi. Please Stevie eat my pussy please I'm begging you." You howled tossing your head to the side feeling your cheeks heating up already.

"Did you hear that Javi? Did that sound like begging to you?" Steve’s tone was mocking and Javier just chuckled as they looked up at your writhing body.

"Nope I think our baby girl can do better than that." Javier smirked when he heard your little whimpers.

Between their kisses and sensual touches up and down your legs you felt yourself going crazy. Tugging against the cuffs the cold metal pressing harshly against your skin.

"Fuck please I want both of your tongues on my pussy I want it so badly please. Fuck me with your tongues." You whined bucking your hips upwards hoping they got the hint and would show some mercy.

Without another word Steve pulled your pussy lips apart getting easier access. Licking his lips ready to just devour you whole. Your clit was throbbing being so exposed.

Javier was thrusting his tongue inside you while Steve gave your clit kitten licks. Your mouth hung up as you watched them eat your pussy like starved men. It was the hottest thing you could ever witness, and it was almost hard to believe it was happening to you.

"Oh fuck that feels so good." Biting your lower lip between your teeth and throwing your head back against the pillow.

Javier could feel your walls clenching around his tongue, and decided to add a finger. Steve taking the hint as he sucked your little bundle of nerves hard making you scream out. Your whimpers and moans getting louder.

"Tastes so sweet." Javier mumbled against your folds the vibrations making your back arch off the bed.

Both of their mouths felt so warm against your pussy, your body was melting into the mattress. You didn't know who you wanted more.

Javier was slurping your pussy his hand coming down across your stomach to keep you down. Licking up and down your folds, his beard scratching along your skin. Being so lost in your own pleasure you couldn't tell whose tongue was whose.

"Keep going." You said as your ground your hips against their greedy mouths.

Feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. Pulling against the cuffs desperate to touch them and grip onto their heads.

Just as you felt your orgasm about to hit you it was taken away just as fast. Opening your eyes in confusion you saw them get off the bed. You were so frustrated your pussy was actually starting to ache really badly.

"Bad girls don't get to cum so easily." Javier’s stern tone told you he really wasn't happy with you.

Both men shred their clothing right before your eyes. Their hard cocks slapping against their stomach, and your mouth watered at the sight.

Hands slowly stroking themselves as their eyes looked hungrily in between your legs. Your pussy glistening in the light making them lick their lips.

Wanting nothing more than to wrap your fingers around them. They knew exactly what they were doing, and definitely wanted you to suffer.

"Mouth or cunt?" Scrunching your eyebrows in confusion until you realized that Javier was talking to Steve.

"I want that smart ass little mouth of hers." He walked over to the side of the bed where your head was you were watching his every move.

Javier got on his knees on the bed and gripped your ankles placing your legs in the air. Without any warning he plunged himself deep inside you making you gasp. Steve took that as an opportunity to push his cock inside your mouth.

"Fucking hell always so tight for our cocks." Javier groaned as he wasted no time thrusting in and out of you.

"Such a good girl for us. Always taking us so well." Steve moaned as he pet your head watching your lips moving up and down his shaft.

"This is in the way." Javier gripped your shirt before ripping it straight down the middle. Exposing your breasts to their hungry gazes.

Your breasts bouncing with every thrust. Javier and Steve didn't waste another second before they each grabbed a breast. Pinching your nipples until they were hard buds under their fingertips.

Your skin slapping against Javier’s pelvis echoing around the room, had your entire body on fire. You just wanted nothing more than to feel and touch their skin.

"Such a cock hungry little whore for us. Always so eager for us." Javier’s words had a shiver running up your spine.

Javier and his filthy words could have you wet within seconds. Javier loved dirty talk and he knew you loved it even more. He found it amusing how such simple words or phrases could have you soaked, and begging him for more.

Moving your tongue up and down Steve’s cock bobbing your head up and down. He was lightly thrusting his hips into your mouth so you could take more of him. Gagging around him a little bit of saliva running down your chin.

You didn't know whose cock you wanted to focus on more. The pounding from Javier had your legs shaking, and your back sweating. You wondered if they were going to let you cum this time or continue their torture.

Your pussy squeezing Javier’s cock as you tried adjusting around him. His grip tightening on your ankles as he kept your legs spread for him. Hitting a deeper angle inside of you. Your moans vibrating on Sebastian making him groan.

"Fuck do that again." Javier then snapped his hips sharply making you squeal around Steve’s cock causing him to growl his cock twitching in your mouth.

They were using you like their own little plaything, and you absolutely loved it. Only they could do this to you, and you had no complaints what so ever.

Javier was thrusting into you roughly making your whole body move the bed rocking back and forth. Which was good for Steve cause it was moving your head making your mouth take more of his cock.

The harder Javier fucked you the more you moaned around Steve. You so badly want to turn your head away so you could watch Javier sliding in and out of you. You always liked to watch as the entered you it turned you on tremendously.

Your pussy was completely soaked making it so much easier for Javier to slam in and out of you. Your juices coating Javier’s cock making him groan at how wet you were the sounds echoing across the room.

"I'm gonna cum." Looking up you saw Sebastian with his head thrown back and eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

You sucked him even harder egging him closer to release wanting to swallow every drop of him. Basking in the triumph that you could make either of them feel this way.

"Make him cum like the good girl you are. Make him cum down your throat and I want you to swallow all of him." Javier commanded you as his thrusts were becoming sloppier and slower.

Taking Steve all the way down your throat you felt him twitching in your mouth followed by his warm cum filling your mouth. Doing what you were told your swallowed all of his release while still slowly licking his cock up and down.

"Such a good fucking girl to us."

“You look so fucking good like this cariño.”

He looked down at you lovingly stroking the cheek while Javier continued to fuck you feeling his own release hitting him. Your pussy squeezing him like a vice, and your orgasm once again coming as well.

Javier let your legs fall beside him as his hand gripped your breasts as he squirted his seed inside of you. Both men groaning above you their foreheads covered in sweat.

Once again your release was ripped from you, and it was really starting to hurt you this time. Being so close, and they were denying you of your orgasm as punishment. Judging by their faces they weren’t done with you yet.

"Please I'm sorry I won't ignore you guys again please I just want to cum so badly." You cried out hoping they would finally give in and end this punishment.

Laying their wiggiling your hips in frustration not having been able to cum. Whining loudly your pussy clenching around air both them having been satisfied but not you.

Your noises getting both their attention. Javier leaning over you uncuffing one hand making you think this torture was over. The ache between your legs even more so than it was before.

"Turn her ass over." Javier turned towards Steve who grinned and was more than happy to flip you on your stomach.

Your pussy was so raw right now you didn't know if you were going to be able to take one of their cocks anymore. You were begging for sweet release, but you were so sensitive already.

The hand that was under your body was then moved back to the headboard to only be cuffed again. Groaning in frustration wiggiling your hips making both men growl at your movements. A hand coming down on your ass hard making you squeal.

"Ass or cunt?" This time Steve asked Javier although you knew what he was going to choose

Your pussy clenching around nothing again but just at the thought of them both being inside you. No matter how many times you took them both it was such a thrilling experience, and mind blowing.

"I want that sweet ass of hers." Javier swatted your ass hard a gasp leaving your lips as you felt the sting.

You felt hands lift your hips up so your ass was in the air. Steve maneuvered his way under you aligning his cock right under your once again soaked entrance. Your wrist that was still cuffed was feeling sore.

Slowly pushing himself inside of you making your mouth hang open as you fully lowered yourself down on him. Steve was not as thick as Javier, but he was longer.

"God this pussy is like heaven. Such a tight little cunt." He groaned as he gripped your hips and started thrusting up into you. Your breasts dangling in his face.

Looking into his eyes as he was moving faster, and slamming into your harder. It felt so intimate and passionate. The way his hands moved up and down your back almost in a soothing way. Moving your hips slamming your pussy down on him so you could feel him even deeper.

Just when you were getting comfortable with Steve you fel the bed dip behind you. Javier grabbed your ass cheeks making sure to spread you wide for him. Opening you up for him even more stretching you as wide as you could handle.

Hearing Javier open a bottle squirting the cold liquid onto your asshole, and feeling him spread some on your ass.

"Shhh sweetheart we're gonna take good care of you." Steve whispered soothingly into your ear.

Both men could feel your muscles tensing under their touches. The difficult was about to happen, and they wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

“That’s it cariño just relax.” Pumping his cock as his other hand rubbed your puckered asshole in a soothing manner.

Your nerves were all over the place as he placed the tip of his cock at your backside. Steve could senses how nervous you were, and lifted his head up so his mouth could latch onto a nipple. Moaning even louder your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Pushing his cock inch by inch until he was all the way inside of your ass. Javier was squeezing your ass he let you adjust around him. Closing his eyes to concentrate on not cumming already.

Breathing harshly in and out of your nose as you being were filled to the brim. Your mouth biting down on your outstretched arm almost breaking skin with how intense this feeling was.

"Her ass is almost just as tight as her pussy." Javier groaned as he was slowly pushing in and out of you.

"Such a good girl taking our cocks so well. She was made for us." Steve moaned beneath you his lips moved to your neck sucking on the skin surely leaving a mark.

When Javier was pushing in Steve was pulling out, and vice versa. You were completely stuffed and you were loving it. No words were able to leave your mouth only noises. Javier continued to spit absolute filth to you. Your pussy would clench around Steve making him groan.

Once Javier felt you were okay both men nodded to each other before picking up their thrusts. Javier snapping his pelvis against you, while Steve was thrusting up into you. Lifting your body up and down to meet their powerful cocks.

"Holy fuck oh my god. Your cocks feel so good." You cried out loving the feeling of having them both inside of you.

"You just love our cocks don't you sweetheart." Javier spoke with gritted teeth as he looked down watching as your asshole swallowed his cock.

Both men groaning and grunting as they were fucking your body into oblivion. Your hands gripped the rails as you felt the cuff really digging into your skin, but you didn't care. Pushing past the pain, and feeling only the pleasure.

Your entire body was spent and you didn't know how much more you could take. Just letting them do whatever they needed to do hoping you’d get to feel that orgasm.

"I bet she won't ignore us again huh?" Steve joked making Javier grin behind you to look at the other smirking boy before he turned his attention back to your ass.

"Say it." Javier said smacking your ass sharply the sting more intense.

They weren't letting up with their movements making it almost impossible for you to talk right now, but they wanted your words.

"Say it." Javier spoke louder his hand coming down on your ass even harder.

"I won't ignore you guys again. Please I'm sorry please keep going." You begged and whined not even caring how pathetic you looked.

You were being filled wholly and completely, and you could feel Steve all the way up in your stomach. Not being able to understand how you were always able to take them so deeply. Never getting used to the feeling of them both inside you at the same time.

Feeling the pit of you stomach burning you knew you were getting closer. Your whole body was on fire, and your legs were tingling. Just praying and hoping they would let you cum this time. There was no way you would be able to take another round of not getting release.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum in that tight little cunt of yours." His thrusts were getting rougher along with Javier.

Your entire body being sandwiched between the two ravenous men. All three of you covered in sweat rubbing against each other. Their body hair scratching against your skin pricking you.

"Shit me too. Gonna cum in your ass sweetheart. Fill you up." Javier snarled as he smacked your ass a couple of times making both your holes squeeze around them.

Your toes were curling and you closed your eyes as you finally felt your climax hitting you hard. Crying out into Steve’s chest as your juices coated his cock. Breathing heavily as your entire body was trembling, and your arms shaking.

Hearing your whimpers and feeling your body slump forward, Javier was the first to cum along with Steve. Feeling their release fill you up had you clenching around them again.

Javier slowly pulled out of your raw asshole making you hiss. Steve was next and you knew you were going to be so sore the next day. It was absolutely amazing, and you would gladly do that all over again.

"God fucking damn. Holy fuck that was amazing sweetheart." You didn't know who spoke but all you knew was that you were tired.

Quickly uncuffing you your arm fell limp as they laid your body down softly. Your wrist was so sore and throbbing, but your mind was so drowsy you really didn’t mind it all that much.

Both of them getting into bed, and you had one of them on either side of you. Snuggling into your body wanting to make you were looked after. They were both a little worried they may have pushed you a little too much.

“You okay cariño?” Javier was the first one to speak.

Unable to find your words your mouth was so dry you couldn’t say anything. All you could do was just slowly nod your head up and down in response.

Their hands rubbing your body sensually and adoringly. They both peppered your sweaty and warm skin with light kisses. They were being so gentle with you it made you smile. This was the part that you loved the most out of everything how tender they could be with you.

"Our girl did so good for us."

"Sweetheart we weren't too rough with you were we?" Once again nodding your head to them.

"Good. Now get some rest sweetheart, we aren't done with you yet." You felt both men grinning at you before your eyes snapped wide open.

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Whumptober day 2- Trust Issues

Day two!

Warnings for uuuuh racism

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Though Rito lived in the snowy mountains and could handle extremely cold temperatures, Kass was grateful to be out of the snow and inside the strangers’ cabin. The wind was so strong, he could feel himself wavering and being threatened to topple over, and the snow was almost too much that Kass struggled to get it out of his feathers. His feathers did fine with percipitation, but there was only so much it could handle. When they were inside the cabin, the strangers instructed those that weren’t helping Talon to take off their wet clothes before stepping inside further, just to minimize water. Kass gratefully shook out his feathers, causing the men beside him to groan in protest.

“Agh, Kass!” Benji scolded, getting the snow out of his hair. “Watch where you’re shaking your feathers!”

“Ah! I’m so sorry!” He apologized, and shook the snow out of his wings more carefully. Once all the wet and snowy clothes were hung up to dry, the men followed their way to Talon, who was bundled up on the couch next to the fire. He was shivering, with his round nose red and his lips blue. Kass felt horrible for the poor man, but was grateful that the Hylian couple were so kind to help him out.

“He’ll be fine,” the woman said, getting a pot over the fire. “We just need to make sure he stays awake until he warms up.”

Leon nodded and walked over to Talon, putting a hand on his shoulder. The man only sighed, leaning into the couch cushions while shivering.

“You have no idea how helpful this is,” Rusl started, walking up to the strangers, “I’m afraid he would’ve lost some toes if y’all hadn’t come around.”

Rusl chuckled, but the couple didn’t join in, they only gave him a cold look which filled Kass with dread. This world that he found himself in seemed very hostile towards humans, specifically Ordonians. He didn’t quite understand the politics behind that, but poor Rusl found himself faced with scorn without knowing why. Apparently his world was very different, with humans and Hylians being friendly with each other. Humans were a rare sight in Hyrule for Kass, but not so much that they were treated terribly. Kass had a sinking feeling that they were going to be given a hard time for Rusl.

“Well, we are very grateful for this,” Ammon spoke up, picking up on the awkwardness, and the demeanor of the couple changed drastically.

“Of course, we are always willing to help,” the woman said, bowing her head. “My name is Lonni, and my husband here is Agus.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ammon.” He turned to the rest of his group. “The big guy is Kass, that guy is Leon, the hypothermic man is Talon, Rusl, Linebeck, and Benji.”

The group all muttered greetings to the two and they nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Lonni said. She then glanced at Rusl and pointed at him. “Your hair is still wet, could you go wring it outside for me?”

Rusl gave her a baffled look but complied anyways despite his own shivering body. Kass watched as he hesitantly opened the door and left, leaving the group alone with the couple.

“Why are you traveling with him?” Agus suddenly asked, in an almost accusatory tone.

“I beg your pardon?” Leon asked.

“The Ordonian. Why are you traveling with him?”

“Because he’s our friend.”

The couple gave each other a disgusted look but said nothing.

“Is there a problem?” Leon pressed, anger apparent in his voice, but they continued to say nothing. Rusl returned to the group, looking far more uncomfortable than before, with his hair covered in snow.

“I… uh… tried to get all the water out,” he stated, and Benji snorted.

“There was an effort, bud.”

It was silent for a long moment, the air growing thick between them. Finally, Agus stood up and checked Talon, shaking him awake and turning to the others.

“You folks can stay the night if you wish,” he started, but before they could respond, he pointed at Rusl, “but there’s not enough room for all of you. You’re gonna have to sleep out in the shed.”

“W-what?!” Leon shouted. “You can’t just kick him out in that storm!”

“There’s no room for him,” Agus repeated, and Kass knew it was a lie. They just didn’t want an Ordonian staying in their cabin.

Leon was about to speak up again, but Rusl stopped him.

“It’s fine, Leon, it’s just one night,” he said softly.

“But—I—”

“We were originally gonna sleep out in a storm so the shed really ain’t that bad,” he continued, but Leon didn’t seem convinced.

“It’s not right.”

“I-I know but if it means that Talon has a warm place to recover…”

The group was silent, knowing that sleeping out in the storm was a horrible solution due to Talon’s condition. But Kass worried for Rusl as well. He didn’t fall into the water, but he reached in to pull Talon out; he wasn’t exactly free from the freezing cold. Even now he was shivering slightly, though he was trying to hide it. He wouldn’t last out in the shed, even if his clothes weren’t soaked.

“I’ll stay out with you,” Kass offered, wrapping his warm wing around Rusl.

“Wh— spirits Kass, y-you don’t have to do that—”

“Nonsense, us Rito can handle the freezing cold. Besides, it’ll give you all more room,” Kass gave Rusl a reassuring nod. “It’ll be fine!”

Rusl didn’t look convinced, but he nodded anyway, looking slightly relieved.

“Are you two sure about this?” Leon asked, and Rusl nodded.

“Just make sure Talon is alright. We’ll be fine.”

Leon let out a sigh and nodded, clearly not wanting to let the couple have their way, but not wanting to risk getting kicked out in the storm with Talon’s condition. The couple stood there awkwardly, focusing solely on Talon, before Agus stood and gestured to the door.

“The shed is just out in the back. I’ll give you two blankets if you need it.”

“Blankets would be perfect!” Kass said with a smile. Agus nodded and left to collect the blankets while Lonni gestured for them to leave. When the two got their blankets, they went back out in the storm, with Rusl’s wet clothes making him shiver. They reached the shed, and Rusl looked around it, his eyebrows drawn together.

“Th-this is the shed?”

Kass shrugged and opened the door, having to pull hard in order to open it, and the two stared at the inside in silence.

“Oh wow,” Rusl blurted out, his arms crossed.

The shed was tiny, so small that Kass could barely fit in there. There were a only few tools like snow shovels and shields, but it was still cramped. Rusl gave Kass a guilty look.

“Kass you really don’t have to stay out here if you don’t want to—”

“No, I don’t want you to stay out here alone,” Kass said, squeezing his way through the shed. He glanced at the ground and sat down. “At least it’s warm.”

“I’m glad you’re warm, Kass,” Rusl chuckled, and Kass patted his knee.

“I know it’s awkward, but I can at least help keep you warm with my wings!”

“You sure?”

“Of course, Rusl. Come on. I know how cold you are.”

Rusl was hesitant, but the cold got the best of him and he sat down next to Kass. For the first time, Kass was grateful that he was such a big Rito as his wings wrapped around Rusl fully. The man stopped shivering slightly and he sighed, leaning into him.

“Spirits, your wings are warm,” he muttered, and Kass laughed.

“I’m glad. I tried to get as much snow off of them as possible.”

“Yeah? Is it hard to do that?”

Kas shrugged. “Sometimes. But Rito have adapted to the snow.”

“That’s nice. I wish humans could handle the snow well.”

“Oh, the clothes you all have made is impressive.”

Rusl glanced up at him and chuckled sleepily. “Sure, but without them…”

“Oh at least you can swim in the water.”

The two laughed, the sounds of the wind being heard outside, but the shed remained warm. It didn’t take long for Rusl to fall asleep despite the cramped room, and Kass smiled at his soft snores. Sleeping in the shed wasn’t an ideal situation, but at least Rusl wasn’t alone. Kass leaned back against the bench and let out a sigh, listening to the howling winds outside before drowsiness got to him as well, and he let himself be whisked away into dreamland.

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Nightmares - Obey me

characters: Lucifer, Mammon i couldn’t come up with the rest of them bluh gn! reader (reader is not described physically) warning: suggestive, kissing, mentions of depressive thoughts and a little self indulgent. wc. 1.6k not beta read, i couldnt find it in myself to finish it

Another nightmare. You sat up in your bed, holding your head in your hands. Were you crying at this point? It seemed so. Night after night you'd have these dreams that left you with a racing heart and out of breath. Some were silly, like those spider dreams everyone seems to have but others felt too real, too dark. Either way you couldn't rest properly. You laid your head down again. You wanted to sleep and let the nightmare slip from your mind but it didn't make this feeling go away. Your chest was heavy and your eyes burned. Please, you begged in your mind. I just want to sleep. but to no avail. So you had to get up. You grabbed your blanket, letting it drag behind you as you walked. You were going to seek comfort in another. there was nothing wrong with asking for help, right? 

Lucifer

You stood outside his door for a few seconds. You wondered what he'd say. You managed to think of every scenario where he'd say no but truthfully, He loved you. He loved you completely. He would never turn you away.

You don't know why this felt so big to ask of him but it made your chest squeeze just to knock on the door. "Come in." You heard his voice from inside. Pushing the door open, peeking into the room.

You found Lucifer sitting at his couch and reading over some documents. The fireplace was on making soft crackles that harmonized with the gentle music he insisted helped him focus though some days you'd find him gazing off into nothing just listening to the music as if he was lost in a memory. But it was nice music.

Lucifer raised his head from the papers he was reading and setting his glasses aside. "Can't sleep?" he asked, already making a spot for you on the couch and gestured you to come over. You only nodded in response. You walked over, and sat down next to him. Lucifer carefully wrapped the blanket more securely around you before tucking you close to his side, then placing a kiss on your forehead once you were comfortable. He was always so warm and gentle when handling you in moments like this. You were like a flower in his hand and he'd only provide the utmost perfect care.

Lucifer brush his fingers against your cheek when inspecting your face. "Were you crying, love?" he brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. "Was it another nightmare?"

"How could you tell?" you asked quietly, looking up at his pretty red eyes. His normally slit pupils where a little more round, his usual harden expression was just a little softer.

"Nightmares often plague the minds of those magically gifted." He explained gently. "Its a burden we all must bare. Would you like me to bring you to the bed?" "I'd like to stay here with you if that's alright." Lucifer smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek to kiss away any of your tears. "of course." He finally gave you a sweet kiss on your lips.  "You're always welcome to stay with me." he hummed.

You couldn't help but smile a little when he kissed you. You did love how comfortable he was with being affectionate with you. With his brothers, He had to hold back with his desires in order to keep the peace but you knew, Lucifer was just as needy. He loved to hold and kiss you, to caress and cuddle you; to have you as close as possible.

He wrapped his arm around you so he could pet you with the other. You exhaled while staring at the fire, keeping you both warm at this hour. Your heart was at ease. I think I can sleep now, you thought. Protected in his arms, no more nightmares would plague you tonight.

"I love you." He said so softly. It surprised you, not that he loved you (he always made sure you knew) but... the idea that you were loved. It wasn't that you forgot but... to hear it, it was a reminder. You are loved.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling tears pool up in your eyes. "I-I love you too..." you managed to choke out. No matter how hard you tried to hold it in, you made a weak sob.

Lucifer raised his brows, surprised at your reaction. "oh, my love, you poor thing..." he sighed, hugging you close. "shh its okay. You're okay..." he whispered. "I love you so much. I always will."

You weakly nodded, sniffling and trying to nuzzle as close as you could to him, "shh its okay. Rest now. you'll feel better after a good night of sleep."

"What if i feel like this again...?" you whispered, looking up at him with teary eyes and trembling hands close to your chest.

"Then I will be here to comfort you. " Lucifer held your cheek gently and brushing tears away. “I will be here through all things good and bad. You don’t have to afraid to come to me. I love you very much and would do anything for you.”

"You promise...?" "I promise. Now get some rest.” And with one final kiss, you felt like you could sleep.

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Mammon

You wrapped your blanket around your shoulders, walking down to Mammon's bedroom and heard music from inside. Of course he was awake, Why wouldn't he be? You knocked but he probably didn't hear it so you opened the door. and Of course, His room was a mess. (not that you cared.)

Mammon was doing something in his closet, tossing clothes onto the floor. He was probably planning on going out or something so you frowned, turning away quickly to escape back to your room.

"Oi! Where do'ya think you're going!" Mammon yelled from across the room. He was about half dressed up so now you felt even worse about stopping his plans. He made his way over to you, stumbling on a stray box on the floor but soon was in front of you. "Sneakin in here without me knowin' and then tryin to sneak out and still not sayin anything!" he huffed.

"sorry." You made a weak smile, "I was gonna ask you something but I didn't know you were going out so I'll bother you later." you tried to leave again but he reached for your hands.

"woah wait wait- one sec" He stepped away for a second to turn off his music but came back just to take your hands in his and look at you properly. "ask me."

You looked up at him. You inhaled, trying to find the courage to speak. You glanced down at his hands holding yours, noting the way his thumb caressed your knuckles in a small gesture of comforting you. "um. well... i had a nightmare and now i can't sleep." you frowned. "so i wanted to ask if i could sleep in here... with you." you finally looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Mammon's cheeks were all pink and it was obvious he was trying hard to conceal his excitement. He inhaled before blurting out. "well okay! but only because you insisted...!" he huffed, his cheeks all red. "Of course you'd come to the Great Mammon cuz I'm the best and I'm-" "Mammon."

"ok ok ok hold on. sit here." You made a small laugh and let him nudge you over to his bed to sit you down.

"Where were you planning on going?" You asked, watching him pace back and forth while striping off his clothes to put on his pjs.

Mammon made a loud hmm sound, "Just going to gamble a little but Duty calls! I gotta protect my human!" he said proudly.

You giggled. Your heart always felt a little lighter around him. He always knew how to make you laugh. "okay, hurry up. come to bed" you hummed.

He made his own little laugh, turning out the lights before hopping onto the bed and patted the spot next to him. You smiled, laying down but not before setting up your your blanket to share with him. Mammon brought the covers up to your shoulders.

"comfy?" He smiled. You nodded to him all nuzzled in warm blankets with a cute smile on your face.

Mammon fidgeted for a moment before leaning down, giving you a small kiss on the lips. Then quickly laid down like he didn't. You giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close.

"Do you think you can sleep now?" he asked with just the cutest smile. You could feel his hand lightly pet, his legs entangled with yours. 'mmhm' you purred happily "no more nightmares?"

"yah when im close to you i think there won't any more nightmares" You smiled, just enjoying watching his cheeks get all pink.

He was just so adorable with his normally slit pupils blown out into full orbs like a cat seeing something it liked. he almost always looked at you with eyes like that. "I love you, Mammon." you whispered, giving him a small kiss. "thank you for staying with me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He made a small exhale, pressing little kisses over your face enough to make you go into a giggling fit. "Mammon--!" you squeaked. Another kiss! "ok-!" Kiss! "mammon-!" Kiss! you had to cup his face and press your forehead to his to make him settle. "such a greedy demon." you hummed.

"i love you too, human" he whispered.