#brushing her hair out of her face so he can place a long relieved kiss right smack dab in the middle of her forehead

[leslieseveride]

actual visual representation of me decaying in bed all day due to those bts pics of lucy in the hospital.

[axiina]

pussy drunk coryo PLEASEEEEE I NEEEEED

short drabble of pussy drunk Coriolanus Snow cuz it's so hot i can't. this man would eat you out for hours and then fuck you after that

fem!reader, smut

warnings: using of 'you' referring to reader, NSFW || overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, p in v, soft Coryo

18+ minors don't interact

Rarely are there days like today when Coriolanus can devote himself to pleasure without thinking about the fact that his Grandma'am could hear what was going on behind the wall, in his bedroom.

That's why he was incredibly grateful to Tigris for managing to get the old woman out of the house.

That way he could spend some time in private with you, without worrying that Grandma'am might have a heart attack if she found out that her little, innocent Coriolanus wasn't so innocent after all.

Usually, when you spend time together there is no way to have more fun.

Although the older woman doesn't have the best hearing this one seemed to get alert when Coriolanus was bringing someone home.

This was understandable. She didn't want little copies of Coriolanus running around Snow's apartment in the near future, but no exaggeration!

After all, the boy is growing up and sometimes needs to relieve himself in some way. Quickies weren't enough, so whenever his cousin decided to help by leading Grandma'am out of the apartment he always tried to use this time the best as he could.

At this point, his mind feels hazy as he is sitting in between your legs and eating you out like a starving man. His hands have a grip on your thighs holding you in place so you won't move away as he keeps abusing your clit sucking and brushing his tongue against your little bundle of nerves. He moans against your pussy, his fingers deep inside you. Your thighs are pressed to the sides of his head.

"Coryo, noo!" you whine when your boyfriend doesn't stop his action after you came again. He keeps going and his only reaction is looking up at you. His usually bright blue eyes darkened noticeably, and pupils widened.

His cock is painfully hard at this point but he won't touch yourself. Not now. Your pleasure is his pleasure and he can't pull away now. Your taste is just too addictive. His tongue slides between your folds as your grip on his blond curls tighten and back arches.

Coriolanus wasn't the most experienced but he knows your body as his own palm. He knows which spot will make you feel the best and moan the loudest.

You didn't have to wait long for your thighs to tighten around his head as a wave of pleasure washed through your body. You are breathing heavily and your grip on his hair loosens as he moves his mouth away with a small groan. Coriolanus presses soft kisses to your soft thighs and stands up from his knees. He approaches your tired body and leans down to kiss your lips softly. You moan against his lips feeling your taste on his tongue.

When you thought that this is the end you feel as he slowly pushes his cock between your folds. You whine still feeling sensitive but he kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around your body.

"Shhh, you can do that. Just enjoy, love" Coriolanus whispers and moans softly as he slowly lowers his hips.

You feel like his dick is stretching you nicely and shaky moans leave your parted lips. You start feeling sore but it's just too good to stop. Especially when Coryo presses his face to the crook of your neck and his sounds are making a knot in your abdomen tighten as he completely loose himself in feeling of your soft walls around him.

It won't end soon, that's for sure.

[edenesth]

The Way to His Heart [19]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

Part 18 | Fic Masterlist | Part 20

"What do you mean it will take weeks for me to fully recover? I don't have that kind of time, Yunho. This war isn't over yet." Your husband frowned, his gaze fixed on the physician from his position on the bed.

You sighed, stepping closer to the doctor, your concern evident, "Seonghwa, Physician Jung is doing his best. How can you return to battle if you're not physically strong enough? What good will that do, hm? And remember, you've acknowledged Officer Song's strategic prowess. Perhaps it's time to have a little faith in him for now."

Like magic, your words softened the general's hardened expression as he nodded in defeat, "Fine, I suppose you're right," He offered you a smile before turning back to Yunho, "I trust you've at least written back to Mingi to assure him I'm fine, right?"

"It's done, my lord."

"That's good; things should be stable for now. We dealt a significant blow to the Ruhon forces in our last battle. It's unlikely they'll launch any new attacks soon, considering their diminished numbers. If things continue to go well, this war might conclude sooner than expected." Seonghwa remarked, feeling optimistic.

"I certainly hope so, for everyone's sake. I made sure to inform Officer Song that you'll need a few weeks to recover. If they need you urgently, I'm sure he'll write back promptly," The physician assured, relieved to see your husband immediately agree with him, calming down so quickly with your presence, "Yes, I'm sure he will." Yunho knew for certain that without you there, he would have had a much harder time attempting to soothe the older man's frustration.

Sensing the general's longing gaze toward you, the doctor suppressed a knowing grin. Understanding that he was interrupting your much-needed private moment, he decided it was time to leave you both alone. With a final bow, he excused himself, "Well, that's all from me for now. I'll return tomorrow for your bandage change and medication. Good day, General Park and Lady Park."

After the physician left the room, you approached Seonghwa to ensure his comfort, tucking the comforters snugly around him and adjusting the pillow behind his back. His eyes remained fixed on your face, which he had missed dearly, as you fussed over him, "Is the temperature alright? Let me know if it's too hot or cold," You inquired. He nodded, and you continued, "Are you hungry? You must be. I'll ask the kitchen staff to prepare something for you—"

Before you could step away from his bedside, he grasped your wrist, his expression displaying a small pout, "Stop, my love. I just want you to stay with me, please."

You softened, placing your hand over his and giving it a reassuring squeeze before brushing some of his hair away from his face, "I'm sorry, I was just worried about you. You've been away at war for so long. I wanted to make sure you have everything you need now that you're home before you eventually return to the battlefield."

He smiled, his hold on your wrist tightening slightly, "All I need is you." He murmured, gently pulling you closer into his arms.

Feeling your heart melt at his words, you relaxed into his embrace on the bed as he pulled the comforter over both of you. Nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, you sighed contentedly as he kissed your temple. He felt complete with you so close again, "God, I missed you so much," He confessed, "Out of all the wars I've fought, this has to be the most dreadful one. Not because it was tough, but because I couldn't stop thinking about you throughout it all."

"I missed you too, Seonghwa," You confessed, drawing in a deep breath to savour his familiar scent, "I never thought I could yearn to be near someone this badly."

His eyes instinctively fluttered shut as you nestled closer to him, pressing his nose against your hair, wishing for this moment to last forever. After a moment of comfortable silence, he couldn't resist asking, "I've heard a lot has happened while I was gone. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you through it. Tell me everything, my wife."

Taking a deep breath, you started from the beginning, recounting the events that unfolded after the general had departed for war. You described encountering Jinjoo during your visit to the fabric factory with Hongjoong, the surprise visit from the prince to the estate, and his unexpected invitation to the birthday banquet. You explained how he lied about you representing Seonghwa at the event and your gratitude for Wooyoung and San's help in preparing for it.

As you narrated every little detail that occurred at the supposed royal birthday celebration, your husband's heart swelled with pride and admiration. He listened intently, feeling his love for you grow with each word. Your courage in standing up for yourself and defending him in front of Prince Yeosang filled him with immense gratitude. He realised how fortunate he was to have you by his side.

"I'm so proud of you, my darling Lady Park."

With a light scoff, you teasingly pushed him in the chest, "Are you now, my dearest General Park? I still can't believe the first thing you chose to do after coming back was hurt me and push me away."

Guilt immediately clouded his expression as he drew closer to you, emitting a small whine, "I'm sorry, my love. Truly, I am. Speaking those cruel words hurt me more than this damn wound. I promise I didn't mean any of it. You're not troublesome at all, and I do want you with me for the rest of my days. If anything, you're all I need from now until the end of time."

At that, you could no longer bear to continue making him feel bad. Turning serious, you gently caressed the bandaged area on his abdomen before speaking, "I understand, Hwa. I really do. But I swear, if you ever pull something like that again, I won't hesitate to let Hongjoong loose on you."

His heart skipped a beat at the nickname you used for him, one you had never used before, "What did you just call me? Say it again."

Embarrassed, you blinked rapidly and cleared your throat before repeating softly, "I called you Hwa. It's your name, isn't it?"

He nodded with a cheeky grin, covering your hand with his, "Indeed it is. I love how bold you've become, my love. Now, along with that nickname, tell me you love me again."

You blushed at his request, feeling he deserved to hear it as many times as he wanted now that he'd returned to your side safely. Relenting, you bit your lip and murmured, "I love you, Hwa."

"Again." He demanded, resting his forehead gently against yours.

"I love you, Hwa."

"Again, my love." He whispered, leaning in closer with hooded eyes.

"I love you, Hwa."

"Say it for me just one more time."

"I love you so much, Park Seonghwa."

Intoxicated by your presence, he could no longer resist cupping your face and pressing his lips firmly against yours. You kissed him back fervently, eyes fluttering shut as you relished the sensation of his lips on yours. Both your hearts raced as you made up for lost time, pressing close to one another under the sheets. Your cheeks burned up, realising this was the most intimate moment you'd shared with your husband so far.

Gently pushing him away by the chest, you looked up at him, worry evident in your eyes, "That's enough, Hwa. You're still injured—"

But before you could finish your sentence, he leaned in, capturing your lips in another loving kiss. You gasped in surprise, but your resistance crumbled quickly as he deepened the kiss. Maybe just for a little longer, you thought to yourself, giving in to the moment.

As he savoured the feeling of having you so close, Seonghwa's emotions swirled within him like a tempest. He needed this closeness desperately, especially after the fear he'd felt earlier, thinking he might be close to death. The regret for hurting you with his words gnawed endlessly at him, and he despised the idea of being separated from you again. How could he have ever entertained the thought of you being with another man? The mere thought of Prince Yeosang in his place, holding you, touching you, kissing you, filled him with an uncontrollable jealousy that bordered on madness.

These thoughts fueled a surge of aggression within him as he flipped you around on the bed, trapping you beneath him. He loomed over you, his gaze intense as he whispered, "Mine. You're all mine."

As much as the sudden action flustered you and caused your heart to skip a beat, you frowned at his stubbornness, realising he wouldn't know when to stop unless sternly told off, "Are you out of your mind, Park Seonghwa? Such big movements could affect the wound, you idiot." You scolded, disrupting the intimate moment.

He blinked, momentarily speechless at the abrupt change in tone, protesting, "I'm fine, my wife—"

Before he could continue, the dressmaker barged in with raised brows, "Oh, we're all fine now, aren't we? I guess you're well enough to take a beating then."

The general panicked, hastily laying back in his spot, "Hongjoong, please, it's rude to enter without knocking." He chided.

You snickered when his friend rolled his eyes, "Well, it's also rude to disrespect your wife, but here we are."

"Oh my god, stop reminding me—"

"I'll stop when you learn to grow the hell up."

"Says you?!"

With a deep sigh, you stood up from your husband's bed, "You two fight to your heart's content; I'm going to prepare something to eat for this one." You said, gesturing to Seonghwa, ignoring his silent pleas not to leave him alone with his friend.

Hongjoong grinned at you, "Don't you worry, I'll take good care of him in the meantime."

Oh, I know you will.

"Have we heard from Physician Jung yet?" Mingi inquired as he was being suited up in preparation for the impending attack by the approaching Ruhon men.

"No, sir. It appears we're facing this battle on our own. But with your exceptional strategies, we should manage well even without General Park." One of the soldiers replied, striving to maintain optimism despite the military commander's absence.

"Let us hope so." The strategist muttered, unable to bring himself to reveal that his strategies had been devised with the assumption of having the best warrior in all of Joseon leading the army. Officer Song hadn't seen battlefield action since his promotion, and his combat skills were far from polished. Just why did this have to happen in the general's absence? Mingi feared the responsibility; if they failed in this battle, it would fall on him. The prospect of leading these men to their deaths was enough to make him feel nauseous.

He still couldn't grasp how Ruhon had made such a swift comeback. It seemed implausible given the significant losses they had suffered in the last battle. After all, the enemy nation wasn't known for its strategic prowess; they were often predictable in their actions. Unless... they were intentionally misleading Joseon into underestimating them? If so, the strategist might have played right into their hands as part of their plan.

Oh god, what do I do?

As General Officer Song meticulously went through his preparations for the impending battle, a sense of unease settled over him like a heavy cloak. Even with his efforts to focus solely on the task at hand, his thoughts kept drifting back to Seonghwa. The absence of their commander, his superior, and one of his closest friends weighed heavily on his mind.

With each passing moment, his worry for the general intensified. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that enveloped him, wondering if his friend was safe and well. Had the older man managed to make it home? Had Yunho received his letter, informing him of General Park's condition?

These questions nagged endlessly at him, gnawing at his insides as he grappled with the uncertainty of the situation. Despite his attempts to maintain a facade of confidence for the sake of his fellow soldiers, Mingi couldn't shake the underlying fear that something terrible might have happened to Seonghwa. All he could do now was hope and pray for his friend's safety, even as the spectre of war loomed ever closer.

A sudden wave of fear washed over him, unlike anything he had experienced in a long time. The general's absence felt more profound and impactful than ever before. It was as if the very foundation of his confidence had been shaken, revealing the stark reality that his sense of assurance had always been rooted in the presence and trust of his commanding officer.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the strategist found himself questioning his own abilities and worthiness. Without General Park by his side, his confidence wavered, leaving him feeling unsteady and uncertain. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such panic in war.

With a heavy heart, he squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, attempting to steady his nerves. Doing his best to ignore the doubts that plagued him, he knew he had a duty to fulfil. With trembling hands, he reviewed his strategies once more, desperately seeking reassurance in the plans he had meticulously crafted.

As he waited for the cue to head out and face the enemy, Officer Song resolved to push aside his fears and doubts. He may not have Seonghwa's guidance and leadership at this moment, but he knew he had to stand firm and lead the troops to the best of his abilities. With determination set in his heart, Mingi braced himself, ready to face whatever may come in the battle that awaited him.

Just as he was hoping to receive any updates about the general or word from Physician Jung, a soldier burst into the main tent, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The strategist's heart skipped a beat, looking forward to some semblance of reassurance amid his mounting anxiety. However, instead of providing the updates he had been desperately seeking, the soldier stammered out his words.

"S-sir, I'm afraid it's time we head out and be on standby," The soldier managed to say between breaths, "The Ruhon army should be arriving anytime soon."

Mingi's hands clenched involuntarily, his mind racing with a mix of apprehension and determination. Despite the lack of information about Seonghwa's condition, he knew that duty called and he had to lead his troops into battle. With a firm nod, he suppressed the trembling in his hands and resolved to face the conflict head-on.

"Let's go out and make General Park proud." He declared, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. With resolve burning in his eyes, he led his men out of the tent.

Moments later, Officer Song found himself mounted on a horse, the weight of his armour pressing against his shoulders as he surveyed the Joseon army lined up behind him. They stood at attention, ready for his orders, their anticipation palpable in the air.

As he gazed out at the empty land ahead, where the enemy forces would soon emerge, Mingi could hear nothing but the thundering of his own heart in his ears. His hands tightened around the hilt of his sword, a familiar weight that offered some measure of comfort in the face of uncertainty.

With a deep breath, he forced himself to focus, pushing aside the uncertainties that threatened to overwhelm him. He may not be Park Seonghwa, but he had undergone rigorous training and was a capable fighter in his own right. Reminding himself of his own combat skills, he squared his shoulders and steeled his resolve.

"We stand ready." He declared, his voice carrying across the ranks of soldiers behind him. Despite the nerves gnawing at his insides, he projected an air of confidence, determined to lead his troops with strength and determination.

I hope you're proud of me, hyung-nim.

His breath hitched in his throat as he finally spotted a tiny speck on the horizon, growing larger and more distinct with each passing moment. His heart raced as he realised that these were the enemy soldiers they had been waiting for. With a loud voice, he yelled the order for all soldiers to get into position.

Tensions were high as everyone readied themselves, their nerves stretched taut with fear at the absence of their strongest warrior to lead them. But as the figures drew closer, Officer Song's brow furrowed in confusion.

Something was not right.

Instead of a formidable army, only a few Ruhon soldiers were riding toward them, their arms raised in what appeared to be a gesture of surrender. Mingi's eyes widened in disbelief as he heard their cries.

"Soldiers of Joseon! Please don't attack! We have come to surrender!"

A sense of astonishment rippled through the ranks of the Joseon army as they processed the unexpected turn of events. One of the Ruhon men even went so far as to pull out a white flag, waving it frantically to signal their willingness to concede defeat.

The strategist's grip tightened on his sword as he studied the Ruhon soldiers before him, their faces worn with exhaustion and defeat. Despite their assurances, he couldn't afford to let his guard down yet, not after the treacherous tactics they had previously employed against Seonghwa.

"Hold it right there! How can we believe you're telling the truth?" He demanded, his voice firm and unwavering.

The Ruhon soldiers let out heavy sighs, their arms still raised in a gesture of surrender, "Please, we're telling the truth. Most of our troops have been depleted from the last battle," One of them explained, his voice tinged with desperation, "Our ruler has sent word just this morning to put this war to an immediate stop. A messenger is on the way to your royal palace to convey the message to your King as we speak. We come in peace to relay this message, and that is all. All remaining Ruhon troops will be retreating from our camp after this."

Mingi remained silent for a moment, weighing their words carefully. Finally, he lowered his sword, signalling for his own troops to stand down, "Very well," He said, his voice tinged with caution, "But know that we will be watching closely. Any sign of treachery from you, and we will not hesitate to defend ourselves."

The Ruhon soldiers visibly relaxed at his words, nodding quickly, "You have my word." One of them assured before they turned around and began riding away. The tension dissolved as they disappeared from sight, leaving Officer Song and his men standing in disbelief. Relief washed over them, dispelling the earlier fears. The strategist's expression mirrored the collective sentiment of his troops—a mix of relief and disbelief.

"Well, I guess we should head back to camp and await confirmation then," Mingi said, his voice filled with a hint of exhaustion. His soldiers nodded eagerly, grateful that the tense situation had been resolved peacefully. They began to disperse, their spirits lifted by the unexpected turn of events.

Now, everything fell into place, and the pieces of the puzzle aligned once again. His earlier suspicions about Ruhon's swift recruitment of soldiers now made perfect sense. It was clear that they no longer possessed enough manpower to continue fighting this war.

Returning to the main tent, Mingi was relieved to find a messenger waiting for him, "Officer Song, there you are! You have a letter from Physician Jung Yunho," The messenger announced eagerly. He hurried over to receive the paper, unfolding it with urgency. His eyes scanned the neatly written words at lightning speed, absorbing the contents. Once finished, he released the breath he had been holding, sinking into the seat behind him, "Oh, thank heavens the general is alright." He breathed out, a weight lifted from his shoulders.

The messenger's face immediately brightened at his words, and he quickly left to share the good news with the others. Mingi couldn't help but smile; everything was finally falling into place.

Peace, at last.

But his moment of relief was short-lived as a commotion erupted outside. The strategist frowned and left the tent to see what was happening. He found his soldiers blocking the entry of a woman, which puzzled him. Women weren't allowed in this area.

"Forgive us, ma'am. Women are not permitted here," One of the soldiers explained. Mingi pushed through to hear her response, "Yes, I know that, but you don't understand. I'm here on His Majesty's orders. We received word that General Park has been poisoned, and I've been sent specifically to treat him."

As he caught sight of her petite figure, his eyes widened in recognition. Not because of her uniform, which indicated she was a female royal physician, renowned for their medical expertise, but because she was the one he had been searching for all this time.

I finally found you, my one.

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"The audacity of those Ruhon bastards, attempting to poison my strongest warrior. That's nothing short of treachery, isn't it, my Queen?" The King grumbled, his concern for Seonghwa evident in his furrowed brow. He had even dispatched their most skilled female royal physician to the war zone, trusting her to heal him.

Anxiety filled his being as his wife sighed beside him, offering a comforting hand on his back. She had yet to muster any courage to mention the trouble caused by their fourth son during the general's absence, not wanting to add to her husband's worries, "I wish I had an answer for that, Your Majesty." She murmured sympathetically.

Before the royal couple could further drown in their pool of misery, the royal secretary rushed in with a few letters. He hastily performed the formal bow, only to have the King wave it away.

"Forget the formalities, Secretary Choi! Tell us what updates you have this instant!" His Majesty's voice was urgent.

San nodded, swiftly unfolding the papers and reading each one aloud. With each letter, a weight seemed to lift from the room.

"The first letter is from General Park," He began, "He reports he's safely home and receiving treatment from his own doctor."

Relief washed over the King's face.

"And the second?" Her Majesty pressed, her tone hopeful.

San's voice steadied as he continued, "The second is from the ruler of Ruhon. He acknowledges defeat and officially surrenders. He is also requesting an audience to discuss a peace treaty. It would seem the war is over, Your Majesties."

"Oh, thank goodness it's over."

After a moment of everyone digesting the news, His Majesty furrowed his brows in slight confusion, "Wait, General Park is home already, you say?" His voice carried a note of incredulity, "How odd. That would mean he began travelling back before there was even news of the enemy's surrender. Why would he return home all of a sudden? Did something else happen?"

The Queen's heart sank at that. For weeks, she had harboured the hope of shielding Yeosang from his father's potential wrath, but now it seemed fate had other plans.

I'm sorry, my son.

Woohoo, only the final part is left, and we're done with the main story! Psst, try going over to the Spinoff Masterlist to see if you can spot anything new HEHE🙈

As always, thank you so much for reading, and please let me know your thoughts! <3

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[seriouslysam8]

Because the struggle is real...

I present a sneak peek for Selcouth and my pretty ass banner that I'm obsessed with.

Harry’s part in the conversation ceased as Remus brought up some new Transfiguration theory that had recently been discussed in Transfiguration Today. His eyes roamed around the pub, watching as people drank and laughed and gesticulated sloppily. His eyes stopped on a pretty redhead at the bar. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, whisps of hair falling down on either side of her pale face. She smiled like the setting sun, her entire face lighting up as she chatted with the bartender. 

Harry licked his bottom lip before he drained his beer. “Hey, I’m going to grab another one. Want anything?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Sirius replied.

“No, thank you, Harry,” Remus added.

Harry wiped his fingers across his mouth to ensure there was no foam as he approached the bar. He took a spot next to the redhead and ordered another beer. Slowly, he turned his head to see the redhead looking at him with the corner of her mouth quirked.

“Not very adventurous, huh?” the woman asked, leaning her side into the bar so she could face him.

Harry mimicked her. “Adventurous, yes. Wanting to get so shit-faced that I can’t move in the morning, no.”

The woman furrowed her brow. “That’s a very unique accent.”

Harry chuckled. “I was born in England and then raised in America. It gets muddled sometimes.”

“Ahh, that’s interesting,” the woman replied, brushing her ponytail behind her shoulder. “Born and raised in England. No foreign country interference.”

Harry chuckled as the woman’s drink was sat in front of her. She grabbed it but didn’t move from her spot. Instead, she sipped her drink and looked over the rim of the glass at him.

“What brings you to Wales?” Harry asked, leaning his elbow on the bar.

“Work,” she replied. “You?”

Harry’s face scrunched up. “Uh… helping a family friend,” he settled on saying as his lager was placed in front of him.

“I’m Ginny, by the way,” she introduced himself.

Harry swallowed, knowing he shouldn’t give his real name while in the United Kingdom. “James.”

“So, James, are you here with anyone?” Ginny asked, her eyebrow arching.

Harry let out a breathy chuckle. “I’m actually here with my, uh, my dad,” he replied, deciding calling Sirius his dad was easier. “And his old childhood friend,” he added, waving in the direction of the corner table.

Ginny peered around him, her eyes squinting. Harry doubted she could see them. It was dark in the pub.

“How about you?” Harry asked, his thumb brushing along the glass. “Are you here with your, your boyfriend?”

Ginny laughed, her brown eyes sparkling. “No boyfriend. I’m here with my friends,” she explained and pointed to a table in the middle of the pub where there was a good ten girls sitting around the table all ogling at them and making kissy faces, clearly drunk.

“I can, uh, I can let you get back to them, if you want,” Harry said, shifting his weight. “Or, or we can sit at the bar and chat.”

Ginny offered him a sly smile and slid onto the bar seat next to him. She crossed her legs, taking another sip of her drink. Harry’s chest fluttered as he took a sip of his own drink to calm his nerves. He wasn’t the pick up a girl at a pub type of bloke. In fact, he could count on one hand the number of girls he kissed, dated, or slept with.

“So, what do you do?” Ginny asked, cocking her head to the side.

Harry searched her face, feeling very relieved that if he messed up any terminology that he could blame it on living in America too long. “I’m training to be a doctor,” he replied, his brows twitching on the last word and hoping it was correct. “You?”

“I actually play… football,” Ginny replied, offering him an upside-down smile. 

“Do you really?” Harry pressed.

“On an all-girls team,” Ginny continued. “It’s my first year on the team. Well, if you can call it that. I’m on the reserves, so… yeah. Wish me luck.”

“Still impressive,” Harry argued with a soft smile. “And I wish you all the luck in the world.”

[tedwardremus]

Do you think Harry would be friends with Ron if his parents were alive, or if Ron had more confidence in himself do you think he would've offered a seat to Harry?

The steam from the scarlet engine filled the platform, swirling around in thick clouds as children ran to find friends, hugging each other and chattering excitedly.

"Now, remember, Harry." His dad placed a firm hand on Harry's shoulder. "You’re going to have a fantastic time at Hogwarts."

"Of course," Harry said, craning his neck over the crowd in search of Neville.

"And remember, you can call Mum and me on the mirror anytime—"

"Yeah, yeah, you’ve told me," Harry said, smiling but still scanning the platform.

"And—"

"James," Mum interrupted, "just hug him goodbye. He’s not listening to a thing you’re saying."

Dad sighed but grinned, pulling Harry in close. "Alright, come on. Have the best time, Harry. I love you."

Harry hugged his dad tightly before his mum pulled him in, brushing a kiss on his cheek and ruffling his hair. "Write to us after the feast tonight, alright, love?"

"I will! I’ll write from my new bed in Gryffindor." Harry beamed, thrilled to be joining his parents' and family's house.

"Whatever house you’re sorted into, we’ll be proud," Mum said, smiling. "We love you so much."

"Thanks, Mum! Bye, Dad!" Harry called as he dashed away, pushing his trolley and waving back one last time. 

Harry hurried off across the platform, weaving through clusters of excited families and dodging younger children as he pushed his trolley. His trunk wobbled slightly with each bump on the ground, and Hedwig, his new snowy owl, hooted softly in her cage atop the stack. He couldn’t help grinning. This was it—the start of everything he’d heard about for as long as he could remember.

He scanned the bustling platform, searching for a familiar face. Neville had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, practically family. Their parents had worked together during the war against Voldemort, and Harry and Neville, born only a day apart, had been in each other’s lives ever since. The two of them shared almost everything: the same birthday celebrations, countless sleepovers, and even a healthy collection of scrapes and bruises from their childhood adventures.

“Neville!” Harry shouted, finally spotting him near a pillar, his round face and sandy hair a welcome sight in the crowd. “Come on, let’s get on the train!”

Neville turned, his face breaking into a smile as he raised a hand in greeting. “Yeah, alright—I guess it’s time,” he replied, glancing quickly over his shoulder. His grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, stood nearby, her sharp gaze tracking her grandson’s every movement.

Harry suppressed a smile. Neville always seemed a bit more anxious when his Gran was around, and today was no different. Augusta Longbottom’s vulture hat loomed high above the rest of the crowd, her posture straight and stern as she watched Neville with her usual piercing look of appraisal. Harry knew Neville loved his Gran, but he could also tell he was relieved to be heading off on his own at last.

The two boys lugged their trunks onto the train, sidestepping older students and chattering as they made their way through the narrow aisle. Most of the compartments were already filled, students laughing and waving through the windows or hanging out of the compartments to say final goodbyes. At last, they reached the very end of the train and found a nearly empty compartment with only one boy sitting inside.

The boy looked about their age, with a lanky build and bright red hair, freckles standing out on his pale face. A small, twitchy rat sat on his shoulder, sniffing the air nervously as the boys entered.

“Hi,” Harry said, sliding the door open. “Do you mind if we sit here?”

The red-haired boy looked up, his eyes widening as he took them in. “Yeah—I mean, no, yeah, you can sit here,” he stammered, smiling in relief.

“Great!” Harry said, hoisting his trunk into the compartment with Neville following close behind. “I’m Harry, and this is Neville.”

“I’m Ron.” The boy gave a small, shy smile as he pushed his rat gently back onto his lap, where it curled up sleepily.

“You a first year too?” Harry asked, settling into the seat.

Ron nodded. “Yeah. All my brothers have gone to Hogwarts."

"What house are they in?" Harry asked

"Gryffindor’s the best house, if you’re wondering.”

"My whole family has been in Gryffindor."

“Same with my family!” Harry said excitedly. “And Neville’s too! Well, his parents were in Gryffindor, anyway.”

Ron’s eyes lit up. “Really? Maybe we’ll all get in the same house!”

Neville smiled hesitantly, looking between the two of them as if considering the possibility. “Gryffindor sounds alright, I think.”

The three boys quickly fell into an eager conversation, sharing bits of family lore and snippets they’d overheard from older siblings or family members about Hogwarts. Ron’s older brothers had apparently told him all sorts of wild stories about the Sorting Ceremony, and he was more than happy to share.

“My brother Fred says they make you fight a troll if they’re not sure where to put you,” Ron said, his voice hushed as though it were a dark secret.

Neville paled instantly. “Fight a troll?”

Harry shook his head, laughing. “That can’t be right. My godfather said something about tea leaves.”

“Gran says Divination is rubbish,” Neville muttered, looking slightly more at ease.

But before they could get much further, the compartment door slid open again. This time, a blond boy with a sharp face and cold gray eyes stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over each of them with a look of mild disdain.

“And what do we have here?” he sneered, his eyes settling on Ron’s worn robes and secondhand trunk. “Red hair and hand-me-down robes? You must be a Weasley.”

Ron’s face turned red, and he looked down at his lap, clearly stung. Harry felt his stomach tighten with irritation.

“Can we help you?” he asked, his voice sharp.

The boy shrugged, giving a thin smile. “I was just told there was some famous kid on the train, but it’s clear that’s not true. Just thought I’d give you a bit of advice—if you want to be with the right sort of people at Hogwarts, you’d best stay away from Weasleys.”

Harry’s temper flared. He knew his dad would probably tell him to stay calm, but he couldn’t resist. “I don’t know who raised you,” he said evenly, “but where I come from, the right sort of people are the ones who don’t go around embarrassing and bullying others just because they can.”

He drew his wand, the brand-new holly wand his dad had given him that morning, and pointed it firmly at the boy. Recalling one of the only spells his dad had actually let him try, he flicked his wand, and the boy’s smug expression quickly twisted into shock as angry red boils began to sprout across his face. With a howl of indignation, he clapped his hands to his cheeks and stumbled backward out of the compartment, disappearing down the hall.

Neville let out a peal of laughter, clutching his sides, and even Ron managed a small grin, looking at Harry with awe.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Ron muttered, though he looked secretly pleased.

“Nonsense. He was rude and deserved it.” Harry grinned, already reaching into his trunk. “You hungry, mate? My mum packed enough for ten people.”

Ron’s face brightened, and soon the three boys were sharing sandwiches, laughing, and dreaming of their years ahead at Hogwarts. As the train carried them closer, they talked of the magic they hoped to learn, the hexes they'd master, and the friends they’d surely make.

[letsgetrowdy43]

Heaven on earth ☆—

This takes place the night of Quinn's NHL debut, up until the summer of 2020. It's a bit angsty, but nothing too heartbreaking :)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, lmk if anything else :)

The continuation

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“You’re gonna do amazing things Quinn,” Honey mumbled as her thumb ran over the cracked skin of his bottom lip. Their legs tangled in the sheets of the shared hotel bed they were lying in, just hours before he had to get up to start preparing for his first-ever game with the Canucks.

This was one of the last nights the couple spent together before she inevitably had to leave him to go back to Michigan to start her summer internship at USNTDP to do some media for the draft and the summer showcase.

"I'm so proud of you," she mumbled as his hand raked through the ends of her hair. Quinn laid silently, his hands gripping at the exposed skin of her hip as his face buried itself in her neck. His warm breath sent chills down her spine as he placed a kiss on her collarbone.

"I worried about us now that I'm here," he mumbled into her skin as she halted her movements. A sad smile graced her lips as she reached down to cup his face and pull his attention to her, "I am too, but we can make it work," she whispered as she hugged him closer to her chest. "I just spent so long without you, and I feel like I just got you, m' not ready to let you go yet." "I'm not going anywhere Q, you're stuck with me," she promised as her lips pressed kisses to the crown of his head, he hummed in approval as he lifted his head to kiss her gently on the mouth.

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The summer season ended as quickly as it started, sending Honey in tears back to Umich while Quinn hopped on his flight back to Canada to continue his rookie year. And soon it was Christmas break, and both teens dreading the conversation they were going to have the moment they saw each other.

long distance had not been working, there wasn't a lack of trying, it just felt like another thing being added to both of their plates that they were quite equipt for. It pained both of them to see each other once again, Quinn engulfing her into a bone-crushing hug, her hand cupping the sides of his face as she placed a kiss on his lips, followed by a sad sigh.

The drive from the airport to the Hughes house for him to finally see his family again was tense, they both needed to talk, they had both hinted at the possible break, needing to relieve some of the pressures of life. Christmas songs played over the radio as Honey parked her car in her family's driveway, looking out the windshield at the neighbour's house where Ellen and her mother sat, each nursing a glass of wine as they awaited Quinn's arrival.

"Do you want to talk now? Or do you want to have one more good night?" he asked as his hand intertwined with hers, the chapped skin of his lips brushed against her knuckle as his attention switched from out the car window to her. "We can talk in the morning," she whispered, fighting off the tears in her eyes as she squeezed Quinn's hand, looking up to see him equally as emotional as her.

"We need to pull it together," she grinned as she watched a smile work its way onto Quinn's face.

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Honey returned to school a little more heartbroken than when she left, many tears shed over her breakup. The absence of Quinn in her life was hurting a bit more than she first expected Missing his texts, his voice, even just seeing his face on her phone, it was all a big mind fuck, she held so much love in her heart for him, but it didn't seem like enough when they needed it most. But now she sat with all this pent-up love for him, no way of expressing it, no way of talking about it, just repressing it into this tiny box.

She stared at the contact on her phone, his picture a photo of them on his draft day, her finger hovering over the dial button. Fighting off the urge to just hit call and praying that he'd answer, or even just hear his voicemail.

She hit call on a whim, hands shaking s she held the phone up to her ear, letting it ring three times before deciding to hang up, but on the last ring, he picked up. "Hun?" that knocked the air right out of her lungs. "Hey Q," she whispered, pathetic, she thought to herself as she craved to hear him speak again.

Quinn sat up in his bed, the phone pressed against his ear, stomach rolling at the defeated sound of her voice, "everything okay?" "No," she sighed, tears in her eyes, "this is really hard." Quinn knew exactly what she meant, he'd been battling with the issue of reaching out as well, "I miss you so fucking much," she whispered as he listened to her silent cries on the other end.

They hadn't even been apart a month yet and they both found themselves in a world of hurt.

"Do you think we made a mistake?" he asked lowly, praying that she said a simple 'yes' to ease his nerves. "Yes," she said weakly, "but, it wasn't working, neither is this, but that was much worse," she said truthfully, crushing his hopes of her asking them to put the break nonsense to an end and get back together. "I get that," he said, his hand rubbing over his face, "but, I don't want you to be completely out of my life now that we aren't together."

the two of them talked for hours on the phone that night, coming to the conclusion to not completely cut each other out of their lives, they were Quinn and Honey, the world didn't turn if they weren't talking. "I need to get some sleep," she mumbled looking at the clock on her bedside table, "I love you, I hope you know that." "I love you too," he whispered, "maybe someday in the future, this will work out the way we want it to." "I hold you to that Quinner," she said with a grin as she hung up, the weight on her chest lifting slightly as she got ready for bed.

☆☆☆

Quinn returned home to Michigan for the summer with a lot of nerves about seeing Honey again, they continued to stay close throughout the year, he even visted her during the All-star break, but something about spening the next few months so closely with her seemed like a taunting dream that was gong to be his downfall.

"Honey is stopping by tonight with her parents for dinner" Ellen said nonchalantly as she started prepping for dinner, "just thought I'd let you know."

He knew what his mom was up to, Honey told him that she suspected their mothers were conspiring some plan to get them back together. It was useless though, the timing was still wrong, Honey would now be going back for her senior year, and Quinn was still trying to acclimate his game to the level he wanted to be at, there was just too much going on in their lives for their relationship to resume.

An hour later Hun stood at the door along with her parents, a pretty sundress on as she hugged Ellen and his brothers, a smile on her face as she worked her way down the line of Hughes family members and ended up face-to-face with Quinn. He was sure he was going to pass out, mesmerized by the way her dress clung to her curves, admiring the post-break-up haircut she'd given herself, it was all too much for him.

"hey Q," she mumbled as she kept her distance, not knowing if he wanted a hug as well, when in reality there was nothing more he wanted than to be held by her. So he leaned forward and pulled her into his chest, "missed you, Hun," he mumbled as he smushed his cheek on top of her head, her arms wrapping around him as she melted into his frame.

And that was how the rest of the summer was spent, harmless flirting and fleeting touches as they danced around the idea of intimacy. Up until the Hughes brothers and friends invited her out to their lake house on her week off, boat days and bonfires seemed like the remedy for a stressful summer season at her summer internship.

The real remedy seemed to be the moment she and Quinn were a few drinks in, short glances and drunken haze brought them back together. Sloppy kisses, the taste of salt water and sunscreen on his skin as she fought back the guilty burden of knowing that this feeling wasn't going to be forever. Finding comfort in long nights of shared kisses, and gentle touches, it was like heaven on earth, but followed by the weighing feeling that this was just a summer thing, in a month's time they'd be back in their respective lives apart from each other, and that was enough to make both of them sick to their stomachs.

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[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

Does anyone have bedhead Miguel fanart? 🥺

5. It was getting too long, okay?!

Warnings: kissing and touching while naked and penetration (p in v).

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     He woke up to the sound of tapping on his window. He startled at first, wondering how he could possibly have let his guard down so badly, then he felt the warm body curled around him and he relaxed again. Right, that was how. He cuddled X against him, their bodies so well tangled together that he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. But he liked it like that - liked having her arm slung around his neck, her face buried in his chest, her leg wrapped around his thigh. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and tried to go back to sleep. But then they started scratching at the glass, insistent on finding a way into his house. 

     “Hmm?” X awakened when she felt Miguel’s powerful arms squeezing her. She lifted her head to blink at him sleepily and her lips stretched into a smile as soon as she saw his face. She shuffled higher up his body to press a kiss to his cheek, then she lay her head on his shoulder. “What’s wrong, Miguel?”

     He rubbed her back gently, delighting in the warm weight of her on top of him. “Nothing. Go back to sleep, arañita.”

     “Hmm,” X murmured, already falling back to sleep. Miguel pressed a button on his watch, then pressed his lips to her hair before settling back into bed, the scratching noises having finally stopped.

     Peter tapped on the window, trying to peek through the gap between the curtains to look into Miguel’s apartment. “Hello? Is anyone there?” 

     “Maybe he’s got those soundproof windows?” Pav suggested from his position on the wall beside Peter. Gwen twisted her lips doubtfully from above them. 

     “Would that still work for his- Ow!” She broke off suddenly when a bolt of electricity zapped her out of nowhere, unsticking all four of them and sending them flying to the ground. 

     He was just starting to drift back to sleep when he heard them fiddling with his balcony door. He tightened his grip on X and groaned in frustration. 

     “Miguel?” X woke up again, wriggling uncomfortably in his tight grasp. He loosened his grip on her and she sat up, fixing him with a questioning look. “What’s wrong, mi araña?” 

     Miguel sighed and turned to look at her, admiring how pretty she looked in the morning light. He placed a hand on her bare thigh and rubbed her gently. “Nothing. Just … Some of the others are outside, somewhere. I think they’re trying to break into my house.”

     X snickered at the thought and leaned forward to place her hand on his chest. “Why?” 

     Dios, she looked beautiful, her fluffy hair framing her sweet features, her cheeks all rosy from sleep. The collar of his shirt she’d thrown on last night slipped off her shoulder and he bit his lip as he slid his fingers up to her waist. It was just like he’d imagined. He scratched her back with his fingernails and she gave a contented moan at the feeling, stretching herself out like a little cat. Mierda, he wanted to f*ck her again. But nice and slow this time, a lazy morning sex session to relieve his rapidly hardening cock.

     “I don’t know.” He sat up, his pupils dilating with his hunger for her. “But who cares?” X giggled as he pressed his mouth to her neck. 

     “Miguel.” She shivered at the feeling of his lips brushing against her skin, then waited until he pulled back to look at her. “What if they need help?”

     ¡Joder! Why did she have to be so cute?! With her dark eyes and her rosy lips and her soft little body. And how was he even more attracted to her now that they’d finally had sex?! He curled himself around her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. 

     “We can deal with it later, arañita,” he decided, gliding his hand higher up her back and grinning against the side of her neck. “But first …” He moved his hands to tap another button on his watch, then he crawled on top of her, forcing her down onto the bed and trapping her beneath him.

     “Why don’t you just break the glass?” Hobie suggested, watching as Pav struggled with the balcony lock. Gwen stepped forward to tap on the glass, her eyes narrowing in thought as she examined it. 

     “It’s probably, like, bulletproof and shatterproof and whatever else ‘proof’ there is,” she pointed out. Suddenly, a shutter dropped down behind the door, startling them all and sealing the entrance completely. Pav gazed at the metal barrier forlornly. 

     “There goes option number two,” he lamented. Hobie shrugged. 

     “Anyone else got any bright ideas?”

     “We could always try the front door?” Gwen suggested.

     X tangled her fingers in Miguel’s hair as she kissed him, scrunching the silky strands together. His lips were so soft and he always tasted really nice - like citrus and mint. She wondered what she tasted like to him. Probably sweet, thanks to all the sugar she liked to eat. Miguel slid his hand up her body and she shuddered at the feeling of his calloused palm gliding across her skin. 

     He moaned softly as she shivered at his touch, then he sat back to pull her shirt off entirely. Dios, he was so, so glad he finally got to touch her, however he wanted, wherever and whenever he wanted. He lowered himself back on top of her and pressed his lips to her neck so he could begin licking and nibbling on her throat. “Arañita …”

     His morning voice was so nice. His morning everything was so nice! She liked how he'd always blink his eyes open slowly, then allow the lids to remain heavy as he gazed upon her, waiting for her to wake up. And then how his clothes would always be rumpled because of how much he moved at night, his hair dishevelled from how she'd run her fingers through it when she thought he was asleep and wouldn't notice - he always noticed. But he also smelled really nice too, like a little baby after they'd had a good night's sleep. X wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her hips into his as her body started getting aroused. Miguel groaned into the crook of her neck and she giggled at the exasperated tone of his voice. “Migue-el!” 

     Miguel chuckled, then nipped at her shoulder, his fangs leaving little imprints all along her skin. He moved his mouth back to hers and let his hand drift down her torso as he kissed her, his fingers dipping into her underwear so he could feel her morning arousal dripping out of her.

     “Mmph, Miguel!” X breathed, her toes curling at the feeling of his large fingers pressing into her clit. Miguel grinned at the way her body began to writhe around helplessly, then he sat back to pull her underwear off completely. 

     “Miguel!” X laughed, amused by his frienzied movements. “What about the others?” He paused to take his boxers off before climbing back up over her and pushing her down onto the bed. 

     “They can handle themselves, querida. Just …” He brushed her hair out of her face and she saw the way his features melted into a hesitant look. “Just once?”

     X grinned and slid her arms back around his neck. 

     “Are you trying to convince me? Or are you trying to convince yourself?” she teased him. Then she lifted her head to nuzzle his nose with hers before falling back onto the mattress.

     His lips curled at the ends as he gazed down at her. How was he supposed to concentrate on anything else when she was right there in front of him, all sweet and adorable like she always was? He lay down on top of her, resting his head on her shoulder and wrapping his arm around her waist. X ran her fingers through his hair, stroking him gently so that he'd almost fallen back to sleep before the sound of doorknob jiggling woke him up again. 

     “¡Ay, carajo!” Miguel mumbled grumpily. 

     “What?” X asked him, unable to hear the faraway sound. Miguel sighed and ran his nails along her side. 

     “They’re at the door now,” he informed her, already making a mental list of all the worst possible Earth's he could send the four to on missions later. 

     X wriggled around, trying to get up, but Miguel just pulled her tighter against him. 

     “Miguel!” she laughed, the sound causing a warm feeling to spread through his chest. “Come on! ¡Vamos! (Let's go!)” Miguel snickered at her enthusiasm, then forced himself to sit up.

     X pushed herself to a seat and fixed him with a sweet smile as she waited for him to move aside. Miguel reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, then paused as a wave of arousal hit him, causing his brain to turn numb for a second. He grinned at her when it was over and pulled her back to him.

     X closed her eyes, anticipating the feeling of his lips back on hers. But he wasn't kissing her - why wasn't he kissing her? She opened her eyes again and found an unexpected look of horror on Miguel's face.

     “Ay, mierda,” he murmured, eyes wide with alarm. Then he jumped off the bed and grabbed his boxers, pulling them back on as he raced down the stairs. “No! Lyla! Stop! No hacking into my security system!”

     “You can do that?” Pav asked Lyla, his tone a mix of awe and irritation. “Why didn’t you say anything before?!”

     Lyla shrugged. “You didn’t ask.”

     Pav turned back to the group, a solemn expression on his face. “I vote to leave Gwen in charge of all missions from now on.”

     “I hardly think breaking into the boss’s house counts as a mission,” Hobie pointed out, an amused snicker escaping his throat. 

     “It does if he’s in danger!” Pav argued, standing his ground. Finally, the door flew open and Miguel appeared, a scowl plastered all over his face.

     “What?!”

     “Miguel!” Peter exclaimed, stepping forward to give his friend a hug. “You’re okay!”

     “And you're not wearing a shirt,” Gwen pointed out, looking away awkwardly. Pav reached out and poked Miguel's chest curiously.

     “So those muscles are real?” he asked in astonishment. “They’re not just the suit?” 

     Miguel sighed and took Pav's hand to guide it back down to his side. “What are you guys doing here?” 

     “We were worried something might have happened to you,” Peter replied. “You weren’t at HQ, so …” Miguel's shoulders slumped as he softened a little at Peter's concern. 

     “I’m fine,” he reassured them, gesturing for them to leave. “You guys can-”

     “Whoa! Is this your house? It’s so cool!” Miguel swore his heart stopped beating when he heard Pav's voice come from somewhere behind him. He turned around and found the young Spider swinging through his house, touching all his things and getting dangerously close to his bedroom. His bedroom where his pretty little girlfriend was lying naked in his bed, waiting for him to come back and ravish her.

     “No, don’t!” Miguel exclaimed, shooting a web at Pav to stop him from wandering into his bedroom.

     “Bit of an overreaction there, boss,” Hobie said as Miguel pulled Pav back down to his entryway. “You hiding something? Or … someone?” He raised an eyebrow at Miguel, glancing pointedly at his dishevelled hair and bruised lips before giving him a knowing look. Miguel's jaw tightened in response.

     “Everyone out!” he decided, shoving the four of them out the door. “I’ll be at HQ later. Go!” He shut the door behind them and breathed a sigh of relief before rushing back upstairs.

     “¿Arañita?” Miguel called out softly, making his way back into his bedroom. His heart started beating faster when he didn't see her on the bed, but then he heard the shower running. He followed the sound into the bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief when he found X in the shower. She smiled as soon as her eyes landed on him.

     “Hey, babe!” she greeted him cheerfully. “Is everything okay? What did they want?” 

     Miguel pulled down his boxers, then walked over to join her in the shower.

     “Nothing,” he assured her, sliding his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. “They just wanted to know why I wasn’t at HQ yet.” He ran his fingers along her skin, delighting in the way the running water made it easier for him to slide his hands over her smooth curves. 

     “And?” X asked, twisting her neck to press a quick to the side of his head. “Did you tell them?” 

     She turned to face him, a hopeful expression on her face as she waited for his response. ‘Did you tell them that we’re together now? That you’re mine and I’m yours and no one could ever come between us? Are you glad to have me?’ Miguel's lips twitched in amusement.

     “Tell them what?” he asked her, his lips curling into a naughty smile. “That I was up half the night having sex with my pretty little girlfriend? Or that I didn’t want to get out of bed because I wanted to keep having sex with my pretty little girlfriend?” 

     X coiled into herself to try to contain her excitement, her insides fluttering with joy at his words. “Miguel!” 

     ¡Ay, por Dios! She was so cute when she was shy! How had he stopped himself from kissing her for so long again? Miguel bent over to press his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth when she parted it for him. He glided his hands up her sides as they kissed, his fingers sneaking their way to her breasts to cup them appreciatively. X shivered, still unused to having someone else touch her so intimately, and Miguel chuckled at her reaction. He pulled back to look at the way his hands ran all over her body, stroking and squeezing her soft flesh, and bit his lip at the sight. “Mmm, you're so soft, querida.”

     X wriggled in his arms, her p*ssy beginning to leak as his fingers brushed against her intimately. “Thank you.”

     Miguel laughed and moved his hands to her ass to pull her to him so he could start kissing her again. X wrapped her arms around his neck and stretched onto her toes, pressing her body against his so she could feel his cock brushing against her clit. Then she pulled back and sighed. “Miguel … I'm gonna go make breakfast.” 

     Miguel stopped her, cupping her cheek in his hand and refusing to let her go.

     “Why?" He lowered his lips to hers and murmured against them playfully, “I can just have you for breakfast.” He grinned and kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth and tangling with hers hungrily. But she pulled away again, smiling in amusement as well.

     “Then what am I supposed to eat, janam (my life)?” 

     Miguel pulled her into his chest and bent over to mumble in her ear. “You can have me for breakfast. I can fill you up, querida. You want me to fill you up, mi amor?”

     X giggled at his naughty words and wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to climb on top of him. He lifted her up easily and set her on his waist and X squeezed his shoulders nervously, thinking. “Do you think … Should we try?”

     Miguel swallowed hard at the thought, knowing exactly what she was asking him for. 

     “T-Try what?” he stammered out anyway, wanting to be sure.

X bit her lip, her heart beating faster at the thought.

     “Try … filling me up?” she suggested. 

     Miguel opened and closed his mouth, then swallowed hard. 

      “W-We can … try …” he relented, reminding himself to take it slow. X squeezed him again, in excitement this time, then she relaxed. 

     “I'm ready,” she declared. “But go slow, okay?” Miguel nodded, barely hearing what she was saying at that point. He turned around to press her against the wall, then took hold of himself and pressed his tip to her entrance. He circled her lazily, coating his tip in her c*m, then he pumped himself a little, covering his length in the slippery soap. Finally, he started easing himself inside of her, going as slowly as he could bear.

     She gasped and winced at the way he stretched her out, but tried to keep her body relaxed so he could go deeper. Her p*ssy began to throb with desire when he was halfway inside of her, but her toes curled with unease.

     “Can we stop?” She opened her eyes to look up at him in question, embarrassed. “Is that okay? Is it okay if we stop here for now?”

     No. “Y-Yeah …” 

     Miguel gulped after responding, his body aching to move, to stuff her full with all of him and feel her warm insides squeezing him tight. But she never pushed him, so he wouldn't push her. “But … what do you want to do now?”

     X paused to think about it, her p*ssy dripping around his cock as he remained nestled inside of her. “You can move? That's what you'd do if we were actually having sex, right?” 

     He felt the laughter begin to bubble up in his chest at her suggestion. But then her walls contracted around him and he ended up letting out a choked gasp instead.

     “Are we not having ‘actual sex’ right now?” he forced out, flashing her a teasing smirk that had her smiling in response. He started moving, slowly, trying his absolute hardest to restrain himself for her. But her features scrunched in discomfort anyway as he thrust himself in and out of her gently. 

     “Does it hurt?” he asked softly, watching her features studiously. But he couldn't stop. F*ck, she felt so good, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop until he was painting her insides with his c*m, filling her up with his seed until she was stuffed full of him and his semen began leaking out of her again as she waddled around in discom- Wait.

     She tried to respond - tried to tell him that it was all right and she was getting used to it - but then he slowed down and fixed her with an apprehensive look.

     “Querida. You're not on birth control, are you?” he asked. X's eyes flew open in horror and she shook her head quickly. Miguel sucked in a breath, forcing himself to stop, then he sighed and pulled himself out of her. “F*ck.” He slumped over, leaning his forehead on the wall as he tried to compose himself.

“I'm sorr-”

     “Don't apologise.” She was scared he was mad at her - he could tell by how soft and high-pitched her voice had become. He straightened to look at her, careful to keep his features relaxed and his expression soft so she would know he wasn't upset. She relaxed as he rubbed her cheek with his thumb, but he noticed how wide her eyes still were even after he'd pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

     Honestly, she didn't even know if she could go on birth control - she'd had problems with her hormones ever since she'd hit puberty and her doctors had always advised her against going on the pill or other such chemical contraceptives. She could always try tracking her cycle to see when she wasn't ovulating, but she didn't know how well that would work considering that her period had never been very regular either. But maybe she didn't need to ruin their first morning together with all these concerns - they'd figure it out. She shot him a sheepish smile. “Breakfast?”

     Miguel sighed and set her back down, finally allowing her to go make her breakfast. They'd figure it out, he knew: they had time.

     “Uh, guys,” Peter began, not agreeing with their current plan at all, “we came to check if he was okay and he's okay. So, can we go now?” Holy shit! He'd slept with her?! Already?! But he'd only confessed his feelings to her last night! It had taken Peter a month after confessing before he and MJ had finally slept together! And even then, she'd been the one to initiate it! Maybe he should ask Miguel for some tips. After he'd gotten all the teenagers away from the scene of the crime, that is.

     “I dunno …” Hobie shrugged, knowing exactly what Miguel was trying to hide from them at that moment. “I feel like he's hiding something. What if someone's holding him hostage, eh?” He peeked around the wall, checking to see if Miguel's ‘sleepover buddy’ had come down yet. Was it X? He really hoped it was X. Aside from how soft she always made Miguel, the amount of teasing Hobie would be able to pull out of it would be endless. 

     “Oh!” Pavitr exclaimed from above the balcony door, still completely oblivious to the situation at hand. “That would be bad. That would be so bad!” 

     “Well, wouldn't he have tried to give us a signal or something?” Gwen pointed out, unconvinced. “And … why would he have had his shirt off?” She shifted uncomfortably at her own question, the memory of Miguel's muscled torso taking over her thoughts again. Ugh, it was like seeing her own dad shirtless! Except more buff and tanned. But still gross, nonetheless!

     Hobie smirked when he saw X bounding down the stairs to the kitchen, her features glowing with unrestrained happiness. “Uh, maybe because someone else is wearing it?” 

     Pav followed Hobie's finger to find X's small form swallowed up by Miguel's large shirt. Then he promptly fell onto the balcony in shock. X glanced up when she heard the sound, her brows furrowed in confusion. But then she saw Pav and her dark eyes widened with horror as the others quickly joined him. X webbed up to the ceiling immediately, sticking to the surface and curling up into a ball to hide herself from them. Hobie folded his arms across his chest and snickered in amusement. “We can still see you, princess.”

     Great. They were supposed to have gone! What were they still doing here?! X dropped back down and hid behind the kitchen counter this time, trying desperately to figure out what to do. Holy shit! She was in Miguel's shirt with nothing but her panties on! Holy shit! This was so not the way she'd wanted everyone else to find out.

     “Uh, we already saw you,” Gwen pointed out, still not quite sure what to make of the situation. “So …”

     Argh! Right! X pulled the collar of Miguel's shirt up over her face and inhaled deeply, her nerves calming as she breathed in his familiar scent. Then she peeked up over the island at her friends, an awkward smile plastered across her face.

     “Uh, hey guys! What are you doing here?” Hobie raised an eyebrow at her forced nonchalance.

     “I think we should be asking you that question,” he responded. 

     X straightened and cleared her throat, doing her best to act as unsuspicious as possible. “I was just … hanging out?”

     “In Miguel's clothes?” Pav asked, eyes narrowed in accusation.

     “Uh, it was raining?” X suggested.

     “Are you asking us or telling us?” Gwen wanted to confirm. X winced as her cheeks started heating up in shame.

     “Are you buying it?” 

     “Not with those hickies around your neck, we aren't,” Hobie told her, pointing out the little imprints of Miguel's fangs littered across her shoulders and neck. X squeaked in humiliation as she pulled up the collar of Miguel's shirt around her neck.

     “They're bruises!” she lied quickly. “From a fight! There … was a villain and I helped Miguel contain him and … that's how I ended up here! Yes! That's it! That makes perfect sense. Right?” She looked around, searching for encouragement, but Hobie just shot Peter a teasing smirk.

     “And I thought you were a bad liar.” 

     What?!” Peter scoffed, taking offence at the statement. “I didn't …” He waved his hands around, trying to come up with a solid excuse for them to leave. But then Miguel reappeared at the top of the stairs - in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt this time - his hair damp from the shower.

     “I thought I told you guys to get out of my house,” he demanded, his tone laced with warning. Great! His first morning waking up with his sweet little girlfriend after finally getting to touch her however he wanted and these clowns just had to go and ruin it. 

     “Right!” Peter agreed a little too enthusiastically. He began ushering the rest of the gang back to the balcony, following close behind. “Yup! See you later, Miguel!” 

     Miguel marched down the stairs, his eyebrows scrunched together in a scowl as he made his way over to X. She glanced over at the balcony briefly, making sure that the others were gone. Then she stretched up to brush her lips against Miguel's. He relaxed immediately, the agitation leaving his features as he curled his fingers around her waist. “What happened to breakfast?”

     “Uh, I got a little … interrupted,” X supplied, a sheepish smile taking over her features. Miguel bent over to rest his forehead on hers.

     “I thought you wanted to tell them?” He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her to confirm that yes, she really did want to be with him.

     “Yeah, well, not when I'm basically naked beneath your shirt, querido!” X argued, her lips curling at the ends as the happiness bubbled up inside of her. Miguel grinned, relieved, and snuck his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt.

     “Querida,” he whined, his hands quickly making their way up her bare skin, “how about we just stay here today? Hmm?” 

     He brushed his lips along her neck, pressing soft kisses to her skin and X shivered at the sound of his smooth voice. Miguel straightened to look at her in question when she still hadn't answered and X squeezed his shoulders, considering his request.

     “Hmm, with our luck, the entire HQ will show up at your door while we're trying to have sex again,” she pointed out, her p*ssy getting wet just at the mention of the word. Miguel groaned at her scent - and at how right she was - then lay his head on her shoulder and whined into her neck again.

     “Querida …” X giggled at the desperation in his voice and squeezed her legs together to try to suppress her desire.

     “Let's just eat and then go,” she suggested, giving him a shy smile when he finally straightened to look at her. “And then I can tell everyone that you're mine?”

     His immediate response to the question was fear - an instinct that had been drilled into him from all the times he'd been cast out and abandoned by the ones who'd claimed to love him. But he could see the same anxiety on her face as she said it: she wasn't used to it either; to trusting someone with her bruised and scarred heart and having faith that they'd kept it safe. But this wasn't some casual fling, not some ‘call me when you need a warm body to fill your bed’ situation that they'd eventually grow bored of. This was his future wife - the mother of his kids! - and of course he'd keep her safe. Just like he had to learn to believe that she would with him. He brushed her hair away from her face and nodded, his expression softening as he gazed down at her.

     She relaxed when he did, but still hesitated for a second before hugging him. He wouldn't have taken it so slow if he hadn't planned on never losing her, so she had to believe that he'd never plan to lose her. It was just going to take a bit of time, that was all.

Tags: @leahnicole1219 @heubstr

[softspeirs]

can i request #27 for ellie and bucky please if you're feeling it? — @shoshiwrites

#27: pulling the other one toward them - this was just made for John Egan. A little interlude shortly after Ellie and John are reunited. (I wrote this on my phone - excuse any spelling mistakes!)

When he’s cleared from the hospital on base, he feels lost. The prospect of being able to go wherever he wants whenever he wants is more daunting than it is freeing.

He almost, almost wishes he was Air Exec again, if only so he could have something to keep his mind busy.

He decides to go see Ellie the first chance he gets. He isn’t flying for who knows how long, and now that he and Gale and Benny and Crank are all back home, he needs a change of scenery.

He escapes the scrutiny of his friends in favor of the cool, smooth wood of the bar in her pub.

“Major,” she greets him, with a shy smile and a tilt of her head, like she’d been expecting him.

He still can’t quite believe that he’s here. She fills a pint without being asked. She doesn’t quiz him about why he’s here, when he got discharged, what happens next…. any of it.

He thinks he loves her for it.

He puts up with some good natured ribbing from some of the locals, but he doesn’t think he’s imagining the relief on their faces - he wonders how it must feel to them, to know that when they get on a first name basis with American fly boys, they run the risk of losing someone, too. As if they could stand to lose anything more.

He overstays his welcome. Knows it, does it anyway, watches with amusement and adoration as she does nothing but raise an eyebrow as she goes over to lock the door after shooing everyone out so she can close for lunch.

She comes close, her skirt brushing his kneecaps where he sits, back facing the bar. As she goes past, he reaches for her, grabs a hand.

Her cheeks turn adorably pink as she struggles to meet his eyes. He feels he’ll burst with the affection he feels for this girl who poured her heart out to him on paper, but is struggling to meet his eyes here, now.

He tugs her closer. Makes room for her between his long legs. Stops just short of pulling her body against his - lets her make the decision if that’s what she wants.

His head fogs as she gets a little closer, her perfume sweet and sharp in his nose. Her lips brush his cheek and he sighs, a satisfied grin settling on his lips.

“Have you eaten?” She whispers. She sounds worried. He wants to kiss her.

“They fed me at the hospital before they let me leave.”

She hums. “I could use a bite.”

“I did promise you a date.”

He is not quite ready for a cafe or a busy restaurant. His appetite isn’t there, and he’s relieved when she tugs him down the street towards a small shop and comes back out with fish and chips.

They find a quiet place to sit, and he revels in this - the smell of fresh food, the breeze making her hair flutter, and her eyes on him.

He reaches for her again, pulling her closer to him as they sit side by side. He filches chips and laughs when she scrunches her nose in displeasure.

For the first time in months, his mind is blissfully empty. He wishes he could stay here like this forever.

An hour goes by before she turns to him, brows creased. “What time do you need to be back?”

“I wasn’t on a schedule.”

“Major Cleven will worry.”

“He always worries.”

“You need to get some rest.” She insists, hand light on the side of his face.

“Trying to get rid of me?” He’s joking, but it comes out genuine.

This time she’s the one who tugs him closer. One of his arms slides around her waist.

“I’d keep you with me if I could.” She whispers.

He kisses her, unable to go another second without closing the gap between them. She tastes sharp like vinegar, and her hand on his cheek slides up to tangle in his hair, scratching his scalp until he shivers.

He’s never had a girl walk him home before, but that’s what happens on this night. Hand in hand, they walk until they reach the gate, the man on duty raising his hand in greeting but saying nothing.

It’s not dark yet, and she insists she can get home on her own well enough.

The day was so easy. He had forgotten life could feel like that.

His hand feels empty without her smaller one in his, and he resolves to remedy that first thing in the morning. That night be finally sleeps soundly, his nightmares chased away by the memory of a hand in his and the feeling of her in his arms, her heartbeat matching his.

[lovepotionsandlust]

part 15 Smut below (with a small bit of plot)

Authors note: Thank you all for the love of the past few chapters! There may be a bit more time between this chapter and the next as it is going to be a bigger chapter. I love hearing your feedback!

Fred was finishing assisting a customer when George walked into the store to relieve him from his shift. He could not ignore the smug look on his brothers face as he approached the counter. That was when he noticed the deep purple marks peeking up over the collar of his shirt.

“Quick visit before work?” Fred asked, motioning to Georges neck.

George tried biting back a smile, his cheeks flushing pink, “I am not the type to kiss and tell.”

Fred chuckled crossing his arms, “Where is she now?”

“Recovering back at the apartment.” George responded coyly with a shrug.

“Recovering? What did you do to her.”

“Nothing she didn’t enjoy; don’t you worry your pretty little head.” He said turning to busy himself with something on the shelf behind him.

***

Quietly entering the apartment, Fred kicked off his shoes at the door, locking it behind him. He listened for any signs of you being awake as he moved down the hallway towards the bedrooms. He was unsure whose bed you would be curled up in, peeking through his own door first, finding it empty. He crossed the hall to Georges room, finding your sleeping form under the covers. Crossing back into his own room, he took his work suit off, pulling on a more comfortable pair of pants and t-shirt. He knew that he should leave you to rest, but he could not resist the urge to hold you after a long day. He carefully crawled in next to you, doing his best not to wake you. Instinctually you rolled over nuzzling your face into his chest. Fred wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in closer, the stressors of the day instantly melted off him. Your leg slung up over his waist, without opening your eyes, you spoke softly, “Welcome home Freddie.”

“How did you know it was me?”

You shrugged, “Even with my eyes closed, I can always tell you two apart.”

He chuckled, “We may just have to test that theory some time.”

“I like the sound of that.” Your fingers ran up his side gently, causing goosebumps to spread over his skin. “Did you have a good day?”

He let out a heavy sigh, “It was okay, we definitely need to hire some more staff with the way things have been going. We just can’t keep up with the number of customers lately.”

You propped yourself up on your arm, giving him a concerned look, “Did something happen? You seem tense.” You brushed his hair back, watching him closely.

“Nothing in particular, don’t get me wrong I am so grateful that the store is doing so well, I just never expected everything to happen so fast. It has been months, and the lines are still around the block.”

“Well, that’s your fault.”

“Excuse me?”

“If your products hadn’t been so well crafted, and you hadn’t been so nice, maybe people would avoid your store.”

“Is that how you see it?”

“Yeah, you are just too good.”

He quickly flipped you on your back, slotting himself between your legs, hovering above you. “Too good huh?”

“You heard what I said Weasley, too damn good.”

He leaned down to kiss you, pressing his lips to yours gently for only a moment. You placed your hand on the side of his face holding him in place, not yet ready to disconnect from him. After a few more moments, he pulled away, brushing your nose with his, placing his forehead on your own.

“I owe you so much.” He whispered to you.

“You don’t owe me anything Freddie, what are you talking about?”

“You were one of our first supporters, you believed in us. I had always felt the pieces of me were floating around, never fully connecting. Then you walked into my life, slowly but surely you pulled all those pieces back together. You keep me focused on what I should be doing, you give me motivation to keep going.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling at his words as he spoke. You could feel the sincerity in his words, for once in your life you were left speechless. Pulling him back down you kissed him deeply, holding him close. The kiss you shared was filled with passion, his hands roamed your body as you tangled your hands in his hair, your leg wrapping its way around his waist pulling him in closer.

He pulled away enough to speak in between kisses, “either we have to stop, or we have to get out of my brothers’ bed.”

You giggled, “So you can share the girl, but not the bed?” you pushed your hips up to his grinding your core over his hardening cock. A small whimper left his lips, pinning your hips down to the bed, trying to hold his composure.

“You make a good point.” He pulled your shirt over your head, his lips pressing down your chest. His tongue glided its way to your nipple, pulling it into his mouth, his hand caressing the other. His soft touch made your skin feel as if it was vibrating with need. Moving to the other side, sure to give both nipples an equal amount of attention, his hand snaked between your legs and under the waistband of your shorts. His fingers ghosted over your swollen bud, causing your hips to roll forward to meet his touch.

“Don’t worry love, you know I will take good care of you.” His fingers moved lower, teasing your entrance, making you whine.

“Please Freddie, I can’t handle any teasing right now.”

“Need me that bad, do you?”

You nodded quickly, pleading with him silently. He removed his hand from under your shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs leaving wet kisses along your thighs. His kisses always stopping short of where you needed him most, leaving you more and more frustrated. He sat back on his knees, pulling his throbbing cock from his pants, pumping his hand over it a couple of times. You watched him carefully, growing wetter at the sight of him touching himself. Hovering back over you he lined himself up, pushing into you slowly.

Your eyes rolled back as his fingers met your clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure as he continued to ease his way inside of you. His mouth finding its way back to your nipple as he sucked on it gently. A weak moan left your lips as he thrusted all the way in, not giving you any time to adjust he pulled back slightly only to press his hips forward once again.

“Is this what you had in mind?” He asked.

“More, I need more Freddie.”

“Anything you want my love.” He pushed your legs back giving him a better angle, sitting himself up to enjoy the view. Pulling most of the way out, he spit down onto his cock, pushing it back inside of you with greater ease. He kept his pace slow and deep, pulling breathy moans from you. Reaching down to rub your clit, he swatted your hand away, “let me take care of you.” He replaced your fingers with his, swirling them over your clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through your body.

“Th-that f-feels so good.” Your hands entangled into the sheets, his hips rolling into yours at the same slow pace.

“I love fucking you like this, just taking my time with you.” he said lowly.

You could feel your climax approaching, chasing your high you moved your hips to meet his rhythm. Fred shifted, leaning back over you, his arms resting on either side of your head, your lips meeting roughly. You both continued to rock your hips together, collectively moaning against one another’s lips.

“Let go baby, I can’t hold on much longer.” He pleaded, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

You flipped the two of you, bracing yourself with both hands on his chest. You immediately started rolling your hips faster, his hands found your hips guiding you over his length. The tight coil in your abdomen finally snapped, your orgasm washing over you. You could feel yourself clamping down on him, pushing him over the edge. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough you were sure you would have bruises from his grip. You collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing hard, hearts beating rapidly.

***

You were cuddled up with Fred on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you flipped the pages of your book. At first reading over your shoulder, he eventually asked you to read the story out loud to him. Only stopping when you heard George’s key turning in the lock, both of you looking up to greet him. He looked exhausted as he flopped down into the armchair across from you, throwing his head back in a huff. Fred bumped your shoulder with his, motioning over to his brother, silently telling you to go check on him. Standing from the couch, you sat across George’s lap, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His arms wrapped around your waist holding you in place.

“Rough shift?” you asked him.

“Yeah, but I got it all done.” He responded, lifting his head to look at Fred. “Did you tell her?”

You looked back and forth between the twins, feeling extremely confused. “Tell me what?”

“No, I wanted to wait for you to get home too.”

“Thanks for waiting for me Fred. I was really hoping you would.”

“Tell. Me. What?” You were growing impatient with their antics.

“She can never just wait, can she?” George joked.

“I don’t know what we are going to do with her.” Fred responded

You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes. You knew they would tell you eventually, if you continued to ask they would only continue to withhold information.

“Alright, alright.” They said in unison.

“None of us are going to work for the rest of the week.” George informed you.

“But its only Monday, what are you on about?” You felt even more confused than before.

“Well, we were talking about how we have not been taking the best care of you lately with everything going on at the store.” Fred began.

“So, we decided to break one of your golden rules of not making decisions for you, but we think you will like this one.” George continued.

“We are taking you with us to see Charlie in Romania.” They said together.

“We leave tomorrow after breakfast, he’s letting us stay in one of his cabins for the remainer of the week, we get to see the dragons he has been working with, enjoy the scenery, and most importantly spend some much needed one on one, on one time together. No distractions.” Fred stated.

You sat silently, taking in all the information they just threw at you. The idea of just the three of you, for any period of time, no work to worry about, you couldn’t have been happier. You watched the twins as a shared look of panic overtook them.

“Please don’t be upset with us, we just really wanted to surprise you.” They said together.

“I’m not mad. I just don’t know how to respond, no one has ever done something this nice for me before.”

A noticeable sigh of relief was exchanged between the two, as they smiled at one another.

“I guess I will have to run home in the morning to pack my bags.”

“Yeah, about that…”  Fred trailed off, looking between the chair and the wall. You followed his gaze to find your suitcase clearly packed.

“Ginny?” you asked.

“Ginny.” They both responded.

George pressed a kiss to your temple, “Not that I don’t love having you in my lap darling, but I would really prefer to get out of these work clothes.”

You stood from his lap, positioning yourself back next to Fred, as he retreated to the bedrooms.

“Hey guys?” George called from down the hall.

“Yeah?” you both responded.

“Where did my sheets go?”

Both of you laughed, trying to figure out how to tell him why they were in the wash.

[zombiekombi-if]

Care to share some facts about the ROs?

Yeah sure! Random facts out of the top of my head. (Because I dive into kissing/intimacy in this one, if you want more of a NSFW themed ask please let me know :))

How Ngam

How might act really above it all, like he doesn't give a shit about people, but he's secretly always giving provisions and equipment to other survivors in San Francisco. How loves being around people despite acting like a loner lol. If your MC ever comments on that, he will deny it. Immediately.

How loves hunting and will look up to an MC who's great at it. You could become sort of hunting partners together, also trading with each other and others. Think Katniss and Gale.

Your MC could kind of form a #vanlife with How. He's the previous (not the first) owner, and if MC is willing to be with him, you'll quickly become van-roommates.

How likes affection in private- (no pda because he will die of embarrassment over having feelings in front of other people) and he will go from Mr. I'm-So-Tough to soft guy who just wants more kisses secretly (and impatiently). Because he's too stubborn to say what he wants, he'll frequently let your MC take the lead, but don't get it twisted, How will be insistent on more.

He'll do so using body language in these scenarios, quick kisses and nudges into your MC's neck, but more in a needy, grumpy way, like he's embarrassed that he has to show that he wants more. Your MC could tease him about this.

Despite How not always taking the lead, if he can tell your MC is in a bad mood, he will give them one quick, firm hug, just to see your MC smile or feel better.

Dylan Chase

She's a massive worry-wart and generally kind of blunt about it. Dylan will constantly talk about the ways people can die, not just zombie related ailments but everything from having indigestion to emergency amputations. She's just looking out for your MC though. Dylan cares a lot, and she'll tell you as much, she's just kind of different about it.

Dylan is not really a hunter at all. She's done it a couple times so she'll be really impressed if your MC is great at it, but feel similar and relieved if you're both the same level. Despite that, she knows if she wants to be self sufficient from the PAA settlement, she's going to have to learn. You can teach her if you're better than her.

Despite Dylan seeming to be cautious- she's extremely positive and really believes in love as a healing power. So she'll constantly kiss and cuddle with your MC, lots of big, long hugs, trying her best to keep the two of you happy. She will absolutely take the lead and be eager if you're just as willing too. She loves random pecks on your MC's face, but she's also very pent-up and will take it out on your MC if you let her.

Dylan likes pinning down people. Easier to control and safer if she can be the one to make all the spicy choices, lol.

Dylan loves brushing her hair, so if your MC indulges her on this, and brushes her hair, scratches her scalp, the works, Dylan will probably never let them go.

Gloor

Gloor is strangely very talkative. Well, not through speech, but if your MC gives him a notebook and pen, he'll babble through written speech for ages. He'll tell your MC everything about his day to what he's seen, good places in the city for tech, people who ran from him recently (🥹) and how he's feeling. He'll ask if your MC is okay too, and it's almost like there's a small smile on his face when he writes that down.

Gloor loathes hunting and while he understands your MC does what they must in this world, he absolutely doesn't like talking about it. He has had too many bad experiences of people chasing him down, thinking he's the same as any feral zombie. He feels upset if your MC treats him similar to an animal of sorts, wild and unpredictable.

Gloor is so surprised if your MC is affectionate to him. Obviously he's not used to it- he only witnesses people running away from him, and if they get to care about him, they keep some physical distance anyways. If your MC tries to kiss him, he'll most likely stumble away in surprise, and quickly write a note in a messy scrawl stating "are you sure?"

He'll keep shoving your MC away with the note. It's not that he doesn't want to kiss your MC, it's just that he's sure you'll regret it. Gloor can remember being in love back when he was alive, and he doesn't see it playing out the same way now. If your MC is insistent, though, he'll melt in a shuddery, drawn out kiss, where he can't quite let go despite his lack of lips and expertise, and he'll realize what he was missing out on all this time. Then your MC might not be able to pry him off.

Gloor will be really surprised to find that your MC enjoyed it. Despite the way he's so clearly rotting and your MC is so healthy.

Alia Jacobs

Alia is great at speaking, and she's extremely extroverted. You get the sense she would be a great public speaker if that still existed. She's into pop culture, yes, but Alia also loves just finding more about anything. She's really curious and will ask your MC tons of questions about their background.

She's also full of trivia and fun facts. She'll share tidbits here and there- it's endearing when no one else has her knowledge or nerdy disposition to share these things.

Alia is also great at hunting. She knows about in theory- so she's genuinely to surprised to find her application of that theory being great. She can be a hunting duo with your MC- but they may butt heads based on disagreements of the "best way" to do things, if your MC is also great at hunting.

Alia isn't used to being pursued romantically at all. But she's very open to it, especially spending years alone in her cabin. She's a bit shy and not sure of herself if your MC tries to kiss her or be intimate with her. It's not like Alia, because typically she's got pride to spare, but in this case she doesn't want to be too out there if your MC ends up rejecting her. It's not like hunting, either, because to Alia your MC isn't someone she's trying to kill.

Slow, tentative kisses are the way to go with Alia. She needs reassurance that your MC is going to stay with her and she won't be alone.

Despite Alia being a bit of a blabbermouth, she will be happy if your MC shuts her up with kissing or other things during intimate moments.

[snowball-doie]

I had a dream last night, so walk w me:

After a long night of “adult time” in Yuta’s room, Jungwoo and Ahri crash in his bed, Ahri cuddling Jungwoo who’s fast asleep and Ahri is almost asleep in Yuta’s arms. Jungwoo is def going to feel more sore in the morning so they’re just relieved he fell asleep as fast as he did. Just as soon as Ahri’s about to finally start snoring in Yuta’s arms, there’s a knock at the door- None of the adults ever knock because they know the code to get into the room, so a knock means it’s one of the kids, and with how late it is and the fact that they’re knocking on Yuta’s door specifically means it’s likely Reyna. “I got it,” Yuta reassures Ahri quietly when she’s about to get up, so he lays her back down then walks to the door which he slowly unlocks in order to peek out into the hallway.

“Rey— Jooha?” Yuta’s completely shocked to find his son standing there, rubbing his eyes with his fists because he’s crying and can’t catch his breath. To not worry Ahri or Jungwoo, Yuta steps into the hall and closes the door behind him, listening for the automatic lock to go into place before he reaches to pick Jooha up and put his son on his hip. “What is it?” “I-I-I had a n-nightmare, chichi…” Yuta gives Jooha’s cheek a kiss, “It’s okay.” “There’s… There’s… Theres a monster in my c-closet…” Yuta begins carrying Jooha up to his bedroom while saying that the monster won’t hurt him, chichi will scare him off, and Jooha will be able to sleep. Jooha holds onto his dad for dear life as they step into his bedroom. He’s terrified of the monster still in his closet, but Yuta solves that by laying Jooha back in bed and tucking his sheets up to his chin- Which Jooha pulls up over his head completely.

Yuta sighs. He’s exhausted. Ahri and Jungwoo teamed up on him earlier in the evening, and ofc he had to hold down the fort and show them who’s actually in charge via hours of play that was incredibly fun, yes, but it drained all of the energy from Yuta, especially after having to stay up to do aftercare too until Jungwoo was asleep. No matter how tired he is though, the kids always came first. And it is a shock that Jooha came to him and not someone else like Doyoung or Mark who he is closer with. Maybe Reyna told him about all the times Yuta scared off the monsters in her room, and Jooha figured Yuta was the perfect exterminator for him too.

After messing with Jooha’s closet for a minute, Yuta sits on the edge of Joo’s bed and pulls the covers down enough so he can see his son. “The monster’s gone, I scared him off for you.” “Are you sure, chichi?” “Mhm.” Yuta slowly brushes Jooha’s dyed hair out of his face— He wanted to look like Haechan did during 2 Baddies, so they took him to get his hair dyed pink recently. “Try to get some sleep, musuko…” He leans down and kisses Jooha’s forehead then tries to slide off the bed, but Jooha grabs onto Yuta’s wrist and tugs. “Can you stay until I fall asleep, chichi?” Despite his exhaustion, Yuta concedes to Jooha’s needs with a nod then sits in the desk chair in Jooha’s room with his head resting against the wall. Jooha gets comfortable again. Having his dad there reassures him that the monster won’t come back to hurt him.

In the morning, Ahri wakes up still holding Jungwoo is snoring quietly, a sign that he will continue to sleep until the afternoon— Which neither she nor Yuta would have any protests to given the bruises on his thighs and his cut bottom lip from Yuta biting it. When Ahri looks behind her, Yuta is nowhere to be found. She sits up carefully so as to not wake up Jungwoo, then she slowly slides out of bed, wrapping an extra blanket around her body to stay warm as she leaves the bedroom and steps into the hallway to go downstairs and check the living room and kitchen, where there’s no sign of Yuta. Her legs are a bit sore, but she manages to walk up to the third floor where the kids’ bedrooms are- He’s not in Reyna’s room like Ahri expected. He’s in Jooha’s room. Jooha is snoring just like Jungwoo without a care in the world, like he hadn’t been scared at all in the middle of the night. Meanwhile, Yuta is still sitting in the desk chair, his head awkwardly and uncomfortably hanging to one side, his arms crossed over his chest, his legs sprawled out in front of him. “Poor thing…” Ahri carefully nudges Yuta awake, and once his eyes open, he groans in pain while reaching up to rub his neck. “Fuck,” he croaks. “What time is it?” he asks. “Six,” she replies. No one will be up for another hour when Johnny will get up to work out, then in two hours when Jaehyun and Taeyong will start to get the kids ready for their playdates and tutoring while Doyoung makes breakfast and Haechan and Mark make their way to work. “Is Woo okay?” “Yeah. He’s still asleep.” Ahri shoos his hand away from his neck so she can massage it for him since she has a better angle. “You should sleep in too,” she adds. “Come on.” She helps him up to his feet and they make their way downstairs, back into Yuta’s room where Ahri lays down first before Yuta crashes on top of her, his head on her chest, his arms wrapped around her waist. “Noona…….” His thought disappears quickly. “Noona…….” He rubs his nose between her boobs. “Just sleep, Yu.” She lazily continues massages his neck and play with his hair until she hears him snoring too, and his hold on her slackens. That tough guy attitude of his really is non existent whenever Ahri gets the chance to baby Yuta- The way he melts against her and calls her Noona. He’s adorable.

[run-clever-boy]

Your Scars are Beautiful - Tenth Doctor

10 x Insecure!fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of abuse, Cursing, all fluff, mentions of blood.

Word Count: 1.3k

The tenth doctor just rescued y/n from a gang that took her on an alien planet. As he is tending to her injuries, y/n shys away to hide herself.

He burst through the TARDIS doors, holding you in his arms. You cling onto him, scared that if you let go you might end up back where you were just minutes ago before he came to your aid. He carries you past the console and into the never ending hallways. A door swings open and you take your head away from his chest just long enough to see the medical equipment inside. He leans down and sets you down carefully on the bed, like a vase he’s scared will shatter.

“Y/n? Y/n? Can you hear me” He said softly as he crouched down next to where you laid.

“Yes, I-I can” You mutter between sobs.

He reaches his hand behind your head and into your hair and pulls you into him.

“Shhhh, it’s ok. You’re with me, you are ok now” He said into your hair “I won’t let anything happen to you”

Your breathing slows and the sobs become less frequent as you stay close to him. You feels bad you are staining his suit coat with tears but you are too weak to do much else. He places a light kiss on your forehead and gets up to get bandages and gauze. You look down, not realizing how hurt you were until now.

He comes back with his bandages and reaches out to touch the large gash on your cheek. You wince in pain and he draws his hand back quickly, muttering apologies. He takes a cotton pad and delicately cleans the gash and removes all the dried up blood. He puts a TARDIS blue bandage on it, of course.

“Where else are you hurt?” He asks, looking into your eyes through his rimmed glasses, looking deeply concerned.

You can feel a sharp pain in your lower stomach from where your captors had stabbed you. Your hand goes to the spot without thinking and the doctor looks at the spots and grabs gauze.

He reaches to lift your shirt and you jump to catch his hand.

“I’m fine, doctor. It’s not that bad I’ll be okay” You mutter through pain. You clearly aren’t okay, but you don’t want the doctor to see you weak. Even worse, you don’t want him to see you weak and think it was his fault.

“You are not, we both know that” he says firmly. He reaches for your shirt and the fabric brushes against the wound in your stomach.

“F-fuck!” You strain to say as pain overwhelms your senses. The doctor has never seen you in pain like this before.

As relieved as he was when he found you, he couldn’t bear to see what they had done to you. They had beaten you, mistreated you, and tortured you just to get to him. All he could think while you were sitting there was how you would’ve been so much safer away from him. Then again, he would never travel without you. You meant too much.

“Please y/n, I’m just trying to help” He pleaded, removing his spectacles to wipe his eyes before scanning your body again.

“I said I’m fine” You said between gritted teeth, wincing in pain as you began to sit up.

“No, you’re not, lie down”

“Doct-“ you begin

“No but’s,” He insists, putting a hand on your chest to push you back on the bed.

You stare at the ceiling, tears forming in your eyes. You figure it’s better if you lift up your clothes rather than him, to make things easier.

You take a deep breath and lift the shirt to show him your wound, turning your face away from his as tears fall down your cheeks. You hate him seeing you like this. The man you have fallen for, seeing you so vulnerable. It feels as if someone cut open your chest, handed him your heart, and said ‘would you mind fixing that for me? Thanks! Put it back when you’re done’.

He noticed how tense you got. He saw everything, of course he did. His heart tore when he saw you hide your tears in your pillow. He wanted to help you, tell you just how beautiful you are and how everything would be ok. As you trusted him in your most vulnerable moment all he could muster up and say was “Nasty wound, I have just the thing.” He got up to get some liquids out of a medicine cabinet. ‘I have just the thing? Really? So comforting doctor, way to go’ he thought.

He dropped an ointment on your wound that surprisingly gave you no pain. You watched as the wound began to slightly heal itself and the doctor wrapped your waist in gauze.

“Doctor?”

“Yes y/n?” He looks in your eyes after finishing dressing your wounds.

“Thank you. For everything” You mutter very softly as you turn to conceal tears once again.

“Hey, hey” He stops, putting his hand under your chin and pulling you to look at him. “You are the bravest person I have ever met y/n y/l/n. You are also the most beautiful, but that’s another conversation.” You chuckle lightly through tears and blush. “I’m so sorry about everything that happened. I should’ve been there. I will never not be there again. I promise. Even better…” He grabs your hand and brings it to him and locks your pinkies together. “I pinky promise! Got that?” You smile brightly and nod. “Good!”

He gets up and puts away all the supplies he used to dress your wounds. He then sits down on the edge of the bed he put you in.

“You are going to need a while to catch up. No adventures for a few days” He says firmly waving his finger at you like a mom grounding her children.

“Yes sir!” You mock salute to him and you both laugh. You look lovingly into his eyes and his smile brightens up everything around you two.

“Doctor?”

“yes?” He questions.

“Earlier, when you were talking. Did you call me beautiful?” You ask. It was a question you had been dying to ask since he said it.

He blushed wildly and starts stuttering to himself. He scratches the back of his neck and is clearly thinking through his response. He sighs.

“I called you the most beautiful woman in the world, though I should’ve said the universe.” He leans closer to you so your noses almost touch. “I’d do it again. I’ll say it as many times as I need to. You are so, incredibly, wonderfully, amazingly, beautiful.”

There is visible shock on your face. You usually expect a joking answer from the time lord, but his seriousness took you aback. Here it was, the man you fell in love with, telling you that you are the most beautiful woman in the universe.

“Then what’s stopping you?” You say, with an odd but sudden surge of courage.

“Stopping me from what?” He asks, cocking his head slightly.

“Well most men only dream about kissing the most beautiful woman in the universe. Are time lords just too good for that?” You say, clearly with a flirtatious tone.

“I’m never too good for you. It’s the other way around, dear.” He practically whispers.

In the long awaited moment, the tensions snaps. He reaches into your hear, cupping your cheek and presses his lips to yours. His soft lips just melting together with yours, like that was where they were always meant to be.

While you may not actually be the prettiest being in the universe, you were to the doctor. If the doctor thinks so, I don’t think anyone else matters. Just y/n and the doctor. Together in the TARDIS. Falling in love with every look. Just as it always has been, and always will be.

A.N. Couldn’t leave it alone, they just had to have a connection moment! <3 Please review and request any fics wanted!

Now on AO3

[akatsukicross]

Sins of a Unloving God || SAGAU

fandom | genshin impact, sagau

rating | mature

warning(s) | gn!reader, has wing-like ears (reference), implied torture, minor blood mentioned, implied multiple rounds of sexual intercourse

pairing | implied sexual relationship with dottore

word count | 700-800

summary | they were ethereal and majestic—a deity that would be the envy of all with just a glance of their benevolence. Yet that is far from the truth, they're a beast with beauty who cared little about their own creations.

You cannot remember when you began to create worlds, but all they knew was that they were all boorish and gave you no entertainment. The icy waters below flows in wavelets, two koi fishes circulating around before parting their ways—just like the destinies she tore for fleeting pleasure.

You touched the ends of your (h/c) hair that was much longer than in the past. The soaked silken strands of your hair made a sigh escape your lips. Your wing-like ears twitch in irritation as memory that is best to be forgotten resurfaces. Gritting at the thought, hands splatter against the rippling reflection. Your white robe wrapped her drenched body with water trickling down your lasciviously like vine rooting around for vitality.

The moonlight saw through its transparency and rises slightly from the cool pond filled with koi’s that lived in endless serenity.

Your lackluster (e/c)-colored eyes gleam in the false silver beams that nip your cheeks. You let out a breathy chuckle. “So how long do you intend to let your eyes linger?” You turns your head with a impish smile to the man that remained silent even when you advances closer.

Your hand brushed against his cheek with gentle kneads, which he leaned against with closed eyes. You let out a more endearing sigh at his stillness. Her fingers intertwine his locks in a manner that had the other submerged in your chest—not caring of how drenched the robe was. His larger hands wrap around your waist, rubbing them in a circular motion with his thumb, his lips had then made its way to the more exposed part of the robe. You don't stop him and allows the doctor to do his own thing with woeful whimpers for your to lead. And when he looks at you with pleading eyes…you couldn’t help but coo at his pathetic state.

“You're still so needy even after so many rounds.” Whispering softly to the man, not giving in to his pleading. You can feel his fingers digging through the fabric and skin, small spots of gold emerge.

It bleeds through the whiteness of your loose garment. Slits come to view and your grip against his skin strengthened; your (e/c) eyes swirl in a deep-seated depravity that one could evoke that the devil to wither in its scrutiny. Your eyes become like onyx stones of endless night while his gleam with gold-red specs that resemble incandescent bodies of celestials.

Your hand traces the man's face that desperately morphed into one of longing and impatience's. You let out a breathy chuckle once more before her soft lips overlaps his own. You acknowledged his desire to be relieved from the flaring warmth inside. The man topples over her which allowed the two to fall in the cool pond that housed koi’s. Upon their drop in the waters, the koi fishes scatter as if they were never there in the first place. Simple illusions to keep effect to koi's of this desolated chasm in this dimension.

“Please…” He begs for more of your touch that cools down the inferno mellowness that was bridled inside of him. His voice tremble between kisses as he drowns in your addictive nature that was simply too much.

However, you cannot comprehend why you can't fully enjoy this blissful moment of his embrace—just like those feeble other creations that can speak and express themselves.

You knows that you cannot express themselves like the cretins who relish their individual worlds.

Human's were given emotions and thoughts to cry, laugh, or smile whether it is meant for good and bad moments in their short lifetime. Perhaps it is because at the end of the day, you will never… and will never be human. They share nothing but desolation of creating and subjugating interesting individuals that you wish to mimic.

You understood each other the moment they met by pure coincidence—understanding each other’s obsessions and twisted views of what ‘love' was. You took interests by playing pretend ‘naïve god' to gather 'dolls' to cure your boredom; meanwhile, Dottore does the opposite by inflicting pain for his own amusement whether by ethical or non ethical ways.

If they were truly humans, you wonders what words they'd be described as other than monsters.

If they were nothing then in humanity’s vile diction would be that… they were no one's son, no one's child because they would be branded to be too cruel to possibly even have a beating heart.

a/n: it has been a long, long time since i posted on here. for that i am sorry, i had a very eventful 'break' where my family and some relatives had gotten themselves in a dangerous legal situation. although i wasn't directly involved, it did take a toll on me because prior to the legal situation, i was involved helping my eldest sister's wedding that took months upon months of preparation. it also didn't help that i was burnt out with certain stories since i lost nearly majority of my drafts from multiple glitches i've been experiencing. in a way with everything going on, it just burned me faster with the constant hussle and nonstop work.

i've almost given up on the sagau series i was writing here, i lost all of my progress with it so, i decided to post this one i had in my discord convo with my bestie. it might not be the story you all wanted but hopefully it will suffice for now. again, i am sorry for not posting the actual sagau story i promised during april or so.

[allzelemonz]

Treat?: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader is referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Making out Warnings: Making out, established relationship, long term relationship, Sean is illiterate, TikTok Sound: Treat? No treat! Treat? No treat! Summary: Sean has a sweet tooth and takes his possession of candy very seriously.

Taking the last shift of night watch just means waking up early, much to Sean’s annoyance as he tries to cling to you when you wake up. You shake him off and he groans as he cuddles a discarded shirt of yours instead. You take your rifle and relieve Karen of her post. Nothing happens beyond the trees aside from the occasional rabbit and as the sun rises you’re relieved by Javier. He yawns through his greeting and takes his place as he shakes the sleep out of himself. Back at your tent, Sean is still sound asleep. His arms are firmly wrapped around your shirt, half of his face buried into it.

The sight brings a smile to your face as you get properly dressed and ready for the day. You rummage through the things stuffed into crates and bags, looking for a particular jacket because it’s much colder than it has been, but instead you find a bag of candy. Some sweets in the morning, especially an early one, are never a bad idea. You try one, enjoying the taste and before you know it the bag is empty. You look into the bag, confused. Surely you didn’t eat all of them, you’re sure you only had a few.

The thought suddenly occurs that these may have been Sean’s. Your things are so mixed together after sharing a tent through multiple camp locations that you can hardly tell what started as his and what started as yours anymore. Candy, however, candy is usually Sean’s. Of all the teeth those bounty hunters took when they tortured him, they missed his sweet tooth. Arthur has taken to spelling certain words related to candies and sweets so Sean can’t tell what’s being said, many others followed suit. If you ate the last of Sean’s candy, you’re in for something entirely unknown. You don’t think he’s ever been without candy in his immediate vicinity unless imprisoned.

Behind you, Sean hums, blinking his eyes open as you look back at him. He stretches his legs under the covers, nuzzling his face into the shirt he’s been cuddling. “Come back ta bed, love.” He mutters.

You lick your lips from the nerves and stuff the candy bag into the mess of items you found it in. Perhaps Sean will think he ate the last of them in a drunken haze. You sit next to Sean and brush hair out of his hair, running your fingers through the ginger locks as he sighs.

“You have a watch shift in a few hours.” You mumble.

Sean rolls onto his back and looks up at you. “That’s ages away. Come on now.” He stretches his arms out to you. “Give us a cuddle.”

You lean down and press a short kiss to his lips. Sean happily lets his arms fall back to the ground as he hums in appreciation against your lips, but then he pulls away and licks his lips with a confused look on his face.

“Is tha’…” He trails off, eyes wander over to the cluster of items. “Ya ate my sweets, didn’t ya?”

You glance over to the items he’s looking at and shake your head, trying to look natural. “No, sweets? What sweets?”

Sean moves a bit faster than you’ve ever seen him move, sitting up and pushing you down to the ground. He climbs over you and presses his lips to yours again. He could actually taste the candy from that little kiss you gave him.

He hums as he pulls away. His legs rest on either side of you, his hands pinning your own, and his forehead resting against yours. “Tha’ sure tastes like those sweets I had.”

Again, he leans down and presses your lips together. At this point there is really no point in denying it, you’ve been caught in the best way possible so you relax as Sean has his way. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and feels every inch that he can, likely tasting that lingering flavor. Slowly, he settles on top of you and releases your hands so he can hold your face still as he chases every last bit of the sweets that you took.

He pulls away with a satisfied sigh, saliva stinging from your lips before he wipes it away as he sits up straight and crosses his arms. “As much as I love ya, big man, if ya take my sweets again I might kill ya.”

Your lips settle into a sore feeling and you’re unsure of how long Sean and you have been here. You rest your hands on his hips and look up at him. “Didn’t mean to.”

“You’re buyin’ me more.” Sean sighs as he stands. “Gentlemanly thing ta do after I give ya the kiss of yer life.”

You sit up and the pain in your back tells you that you’ve been here much longer than you might have guessed. Sean smirks at the twinge of discomfort on your face as he pulls on his daytime clothes.

“I’ll get you more candy, Sean.” You say, groaning as you stand up.

“Bet yer arse ya will.” He mutters. “Best be by tonight, love. I’m serious now.”

You nod. “I’ll get you two bags of candy.”

Sean pauses for a moment, midway through putting his hat on his head. “Two?’

“If you can spell the word ‘treat’, I’ll get you three.”

Sean quirks an eyebrow. “Treat?”

“Spell it, Sean.”

Sean screws his face in concentration. “It starts with a ‘T’, I know that bit.”

“What’s next?”

He sighs, pouting. “Ya know I can’t spell, love.”

You shrug. “Two bags then.”

“Can I get help?” Sean perks up. “Lenny’ll help me, can I ask Lenny?”

“Fine.”

Sean bolts from the tent before you can say anything else and makes a beeline for the poor young man just trying to read the paper by the fire. Even from a distance you catch Lenny’s eye and he nods along when you shake your head, telling him not to help. Sean begs and pleads but Lenny holds strong, partially because he knows that if Sean actually learns how to spell ‘treat’ there will be significantly less quiet in camp.

[lovechrissturniolo]

I've always dreamed of...

- part 2 -

Fan meets Chris S. / fanfiction

contains: mention of alcohol (moderate), kissing, making out, sexual tension

Vicky sat on Chris' lap while they kissed passionately and their touch became more and more intense.

His hands wandered over the bare back under her shirt, Vicky tousled his already messy hair and grabbed his upper arm full of desire for more.

Chris tried to control himself - it had been a really long time since he had been intimate with a woman and he wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and feel her naked body. But he had some doubts.

"Wait..." he pressed out with great difficulty and looked into her shining eyes. Vicky looked at him lovingly - she was almost sure what he wanted to say.

As he struggled for words, she spoke her guess. "We're not going further than that?"

Chris smiled uncertainly, but looked a little relieved. "Yes, I think so..." he mumbled, leaning back into the sofa and continuing with a sigh: "I'm not convinced at all though..."

Vicky laughed - he looked so cute sitting there, not knowing what to say. "That's okay. I thought so!"

"Really?" he asked, frowning.

"Yes." Vicky confirmed, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. "There'd be more rumors on the internet if you were the type of guy to sleep with random fans all the time..."

"Okay, first of all: That's right, I'm not!" He put his hands on her hips and pulled her a little closer. "Secondly, you're clearly not any fan, otherwise you wouldn't be here and stuff... and third: I can hardly tell you how much I want more right now!"

In confirmation, he kissed her tenderly and slowly, stroking her thighs over the fabric of her jeans. "What are your concerns?" Vicky asked sympathetically.

"I don't want to take advantage of the situation, you know? We had a few cocktails, we just met... Maybe you just think you want it and actually don't..."

"Oh believe me, I definitely want that!" Vicky smirked mischievously and bit her lower lip. "But being this close to you is already the best thing that's ever happened to me, so-"

She shrugged slightly and kissed him again. "I'm totally okay with whatever you say."

Chris blushed a little - feeling ridiculously flattered by her words - and returned her kiss passionately. He was really torn as to what he should do.

"I never thought I'd ever even meet you!" Vicky whispered. "If you want me to go, I'll go! Either way, this will be the most wonderful day of my life forever!"

"I don't want you to go," Chris said quickly. "It's more... I don't know how to say it..."

"You really don't have to explain anything! As a passionate long-term fan, I know what goes on on the internet and why you have to be careful! I have your trust to be here, which is already insanely awesome."

The more Vicky showed understanding, the less Chris wanted her to leave.

"What if we just go to bed and you stay the night?" he asked shyly, feeling a little weird as he said it. "That would be great!" Vicky replied warmly.

They stood up and Chris led her by the hand to the stairs. "My room is..." he was about to explain.

"Downstairs?" she added accidentially too fast and he realized that Vicky probably knew where his room was from the vlogs.

"Oh my god, sorry! No more creepy fan vibes, I promise!" she added, embarrassed and covered her mouth. "Here-" Vicky threw her handbag onto the couch. "Phone stays upstairs..."

"You're not creepy!", he laughed, to her relief. "It's just the most bizarre situation I've ever been in!" Chris intuitively eyed her up and down and moistened the lower lip with his tongue.

"But I can handle it..." he added with a husky voice, which instantly brought back the sexual tension between them.

"Do you mind if I use your shower real quick?" Vicky as they entered his room. "Not a bit..." Chris replied, placing a few soft kisses on her neck.

⬅️ more

[box-architecture]

It hadn't taken long to come to an understanding with his female counterpart. The mask alone was hard proof. Made exactly the same, down to the last rune? Only he knew every enchantment the thing had acquired over the years. It certainly wasn't something you could fake. The same axe, the same armor, the same green eyes that inspected him just as closely? She was him, and he was her.

It certainly wasn't the strangest thing he'd dealt with.

The information they shared was tentative at first, before it rapidly began to expand as they realized the extent of their similarities. A plan shared. An enemy the same. Only the little details changed, and that fascinated Dream. How did gender influence a persons actions, thoughts, and feelings? How much did they differ as people simply by a quirk of birth?

If it was an experiment, it wasn't perfect. Too many variables, too many genders changed. Only one at a time should be changed to get an accurate measure, but still. This was incredibly interesting, and he could see by the gleam in her eyes that she felt the same.

They could have talked for several hours about it actually, but as usual, their server members couldn't stay still.

"Dream!"

Both Dreams turned their heads as a woman's voice cried out in relief, but only the female Dream was bowled over. A large creeper centaur who looked remarkably similar to his Sam crowded his other self like an overbearing cat, brushing their cheeks together and slipping her hands beneath her armor.

"Sam!" She laughed, sounding relieved and exasperated. "You're okay. Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine. But when that light hit and I couldn't find any of you-" The Sam broke off, before placing a kiss in her Dream's hair. "I was worried."

"I'm fine," Her Dream reassured her. "I didn't see anyone else where I spawned, so I assume everyone must have spawned separately. We can go look for them."

Her Sam seemed happy with that, and Dream quirked his lips at the strange, outside point of view of what it looked like when his Sam was in an affectionate mood. He knew their lives had been mirrors, but both had 'conveniently' forgotten to mention their personal relationships. If prison had happened the way it did in his world (and judging by the mangled state of her fingers, it had) then it was likely she had made the same deal with Sam that Dream did, and continued it afterwards. Which meant that-

His train of thought was abruptly derailed by Sam locking eyes with him. She had pulled her Dream into a hug and glared over her shoulder. Her gaze was empty of the warmth she had afforded her own Dream, replaced by a coldness that made his instincts scream in an old, horrific knowing.

He couldn't breathe.

He needed to get out. He wasn't safe here. He had to-

"Dream!"

He flinched, turning as little as possible and backing away to keep all parties in view. The figure approaching at rapid speed slid and slowed until he was only a few feet away, turning into an anxious shuffle. Dream's vision tunneled. (Don't let them know you're afraid. Keep it together.)

"Dream?" His Sam asked hesitantly, glancing at their counterparts. Sam reached out thread their fingers together, whining low when Dream's hand remained limp and his breath shallow. The whine turned into low, rumbling growl that he directed at the other two.

"What did you do to him?" Sam hissed angrily as he summoned his trident. The blood left the other Dream's face, knuckles whitening as she attempted to keep herself still. Her Sam looked at her in alarm and chirred, concerned, before she turned and sent a growl of her own.

"Put your weapon away."

Sam did not. He blocked Dream from their view and began to carefully herd Dream away, never taking his eyes off the perceived threat. The other Sam mirrored him, pulling her Dream with her until they were both on opposite sides of the room. When they reached a corner, Sam coaxed Dream into sitting on the floor with him.

"Are you hurt?" He asked. His hands hovered over Dream's body like he wasn't certain he was allowed to touch. Dream exhaled. It was fine. Everything was fine. His Sam was here, and his Sam promised to keep him safe. He wouldn't-

I could keep writing this but at this point it just descends into both Sam's trying to loaf on their Dreams and growling at each other until their respective Punz's show up and pull them away by the ear

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"Well. This isn't really what I wanted to be doing today."

"Same." His female counterpart bit into a gapple. "I don't suppose you've seen a beautiful woman or a green fluffy centaur?"

"… No. I could ask you the same, but male?"

"Nothing." She sighed, and tossed him a gapple for himself. "Let me guess. They're tall, ridiculous, and worth more than diamonds and netherite."

"Yeah, it really is like that." He didn't take a bite right away, and he saw her smile in approval. "I don't think you can con me into helping you find yours first."

"If I could, then you wouldn't be me, and I would be disappointed." She casually took a knife out of her inventory and twirled it between her fingers. It was an eye-searing blue, incredibly gaudy.

"And you won't let me hire you." He took his own knife out and flipped it. It was equally blue, and equally gaudy.

"My current employer pays more than you ever could."

"He always does."

"So," She put the knife into its sheath, ever present on both their hips. "New plan. We both look, and the first one to find theirs has to help the other."

It was reasonable, although the thought of having to deal with a Dream and Sam that wasn't his gave him a twitch of discomfort. He pushed it aside. "Sure. Sounds good. Are you leading the way?"

"If I'm you, shouldn't we both want to go in the same direction?"

"… True. Left?"

"Left. This will be interesting."