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Sticks and Stones

[Frank Castle x Female Reader ]

Word count: 8977

Warnings : Choking, light bdsm, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, double penetration, breeding, unprotected sex (remember no glove no love), size kink, light sub and dom dynamic, established consent, minor CNC porn with a plot, dirty talk, slight bimbofication, slight mention of violence. This is soft and sexy like some parts will have you sweating like a sinner in church while the the others will have you grinning at your device like a sociopath while other times you'll be wanting nothing more than to smack Frank. I hope you enjoy it!

{Minors DNI!}

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"So you ready to meet him? His attorney the blind guy is already there of course we can't sit in ya know so if you need us all you do is press the panic button and we'll be in there in no time okay sweetcheeks?"

You turned to the young officer holding your smirk as he opened the courtroom door for you. Even if you did need help you highly doubt court security could protect you like Frank and Matt would that too both would never let anyone get near you for you to need to press the panic button.

"Of course officer, thank you so much for your concern it's nice to know our safety is in good hands."

Not waiting for his reply you walked in gently closing the door behind you.

"Safety in good hands my ass sweetcheeks" Frank grumbled as you walked down towards him. You rolled your eyes placing your bag on the bench squeezing Matt's hand before taking a seat.

"You heard that?"

Frank scoffed pulling at the tie around his neck.

"Sweetheart red's not the only one with good hearing and it's not like goody two shoes over there whispered to you, what does he think m'gonna do cut-"

"Okay let's not deviate shall we? You wanna get into the witness box and we'll start from the top?" Matt cut ushering you to the box.

"Yeah of course." You replied. You stepped adjusting your skirt before taking a seat nodding at Matt to start smiling as you catch Frank's gaze.

"Okay so you will be asked to take the oath which I'm sure needs no explanation once done the prosecution will begin with their questions. Most of your statement is clear cut so you won't be up there too long. What they will oppose to will be page four paragraphs three and six of your statement and page 6 paragraphs one to five.

Now I know you I know your very familiar with the jargon they use to throw witnesses off but I just want to polish over some answers is that okay?"

"Yep fire away Matt!"

"Hey Red she did good" Frank winked at you before turning to Matt

And ain't no lie come out that pretty little mouth. Now can we get outta here it's been hours any longer in here I swear they'll break down the doors."

You stood up making your way out the box shaking your head as Frank extended his arm to you you looped your arm into his carefully walking down the steps.

"How kind you Frank helping me down four little steps."

"Damn was just tryna be all nice n'all since you and Karen walk in those dumbass stilts." Frank grinned grabbing his jacket before turning to Matt.

"Really Frank she's the reason we're not practising in a prison meeting room."

You snorted reaching for your bag, as you bent down you carefully slid your heel off . You straightened up smiling as Matt turned towards you with furrowed eyebrows.

"Don't even think about it Matt" you whispered

Matt abruptly shut his mouth nodding before grabbing his cane.

"Well this should be interesting I'm going to stand away from whatever is about to happen but my money's on you better make me proud." he mumbled leaning against the prosecution bench.

"What're you blabbering about no-" Frank grunted as you wrapped your legs around him before pushing him onto the table you positioned your hand so your heel was placed over his jugular while your other hand kept both his hands above his head.

You lowered your head so your noses were touching smirking you stared directly into eyes.

"You were saying Castle?" you questioned softly.

You held your laugh as you watched him trying to move.

"Ah, ah, ah, you gotta use your words sweetcheeks"

"You know I can't see but I still want to gorge my eyes out." Matt sighed dramatically.

Your moment of distraction proved fatal as Frank wrapped his legs around your back before flipping you around pinning your hands above your head. With his vacant hand he began trailing it down your leg slowly causing goosebumps to erupt where he touched.

You held your breath as he stroked your ankle before grabbing your other shoe before repeating what you just did.

"I'd say we're pretty even now doll wouldn't you?"

"Fine." you sighed stretching your palms in surender.

Frank laughed slowly loosening his grip on your wrists you took the opportunity to push him off you. He let out a grunt in surprise as his back hit the floor just a couple inches away from Matt who listened in amusement. You jumped onto him grabbing your heel from his hand now holding it over his crotch.

"In your dreams Castle. I win you lose." with that you stood up dusting yourself you grabbed your other shoe placing them on the floor. Just as you stepped into them you felt a hand wrap around your waist.

"Francis David Castle-"

"Mhm say that again with more anger I like it." He mumbled nuzzling his face into your neck. You bit your lip before tugging the top his hair so he was facing you.

"S'gonna cost you baby."

Frank felt like he'd been electrocuted as the words left your mouth he stared at you as you cheekily smirked at him raising your eyebrow at him before leaning your head into his ear.

"So what's it gonna be handsome?"

If heaven on earth was real it would be this right now. You on top of him with that beautiful smile painted on your face, hands on his chest while the other pulling his hair. He turned his head so your noses were touching each other slowly he inched closer you could feel his stubble on your cheek.

"Why don't you lean down and find out?" he whispered inching his lips closer to yours. You felt your heartbeat spike as his lips ever so softly brushed yours.

"If you're quite done I'd like to get out of here preferably before the four idiots stood outside break down the door." Matt chimed walking over to you whacking Frank with his cane. You jumped back from Frank taking a second before bursting into laughter. You stood up helping Frank up as well you felt the area on your waist tingle where he held you. You turned to him dusting off his blazer before shooting him a small smile.

Frank looked down at you pecking your head softly he brushed the stray hairs away from your eyes before mumbling.

"You okay I didn't hurt you- motherfucker" Frank cursed mid sentenced watching as Matt stood with his tapping cane notchantly on the back of Frank's leg.

"I swear to God I don't care if your blind Red do that again and I'll-"

"Do what?" Matt taunted

"Because I'm pretty sure you just got your arse handed to you by-"

"That's it get over here." Frank spoke carefully letting your waist go before lunging for Matt. You rolled your eyes staring at your watch waiting as they both wrestled each other.

"Alrighty then."

With that you grabbed your bag making your way out the courtroom. You walked making down the corridor finding the exit, you made your way down the stairs before pulling out your phone only for it to be snatched out your hand.

"I swear to-"

"Woah, woah, Woah hold it sweetheart. It's only us" You turned to around to see Matt and Frank stood sheepishly. You crossed your arms tapping your foot.

"Yout got kicked out didn't you?"

"I mean technically you know you can't be kicked out a court as it's a public building meaning-"

"Shut it Red, yeah we did get kicked out"

"Uh huh thought so" you shook before gesturing them as you began walking.

"C'mon boys lets get you home so you don't cause anymore trouble it's nearing your bedtimes anyways." you teased holding your laugh as they both began arguing.

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You took one last bite of your samosa before sighing in content. You watched as Matt and Frank sat their in heated discussion whispering to each other before turning to you.

"Oh for fuck sake can we not just enjoy our meal without whatever you're about to tell me?"

"No because Punisher over here thinks he's the strongest." Matt spoke throwing a samosa at Frank to which Frank caught with his mouth.

"Yeah well Kenshi here thinks stronger than both of us so ..."

You turned to Matt raising an eyebrow at him before turning back to Frank.

"You know he's winding you up right?

"Yeah well it's working." Frank grumbled taking a gulp of his beer.

"Typical jarhead."

You whipped your head to Matt gaping at him as he sat there smirking.

"Are you suicidal or just plain 'ol stupid Red because if it's the latter say the word..." Frank spoke eerily calm.

"Erm no, nope you are not doing this in my apartment I just fixed the mess both left" you groaned walking towards a now stood Frank placing your hand on his chest. He looked down at you sighing before placing his hand on top of your stroking your wrist softly.

"Don't"

He looked down at you sighing before placing his hand on top of your stroking your wrist softly.

"Fine."

"That's right Castle sit, stay, roll-over who's a good boy? Franks a good-" you let out a little scream as Frank threw you to the side before lunging for Matt. Matt jumped up grabbing Frank before body slamming him onto the table. Your eyes widened as you watched Frank's body completely obliterate whatever was beneath it.

"My samosas" you gasped sadly watching as the once triangular shaped goodness were now flat smears on the table and Frank's back. You sighed sinking back into the sofa watching as they continued bickering.

"Give up choir boy we both know I won't hesitate to snap it." Frank grunted as he now had Matt pressed against your wall with his arm around.

"How y/n has the hots for you is a mystery-"Matt spoke his speech muffled as his faced pressed into your wall.

Frank's eyes widened in shock turning to see if you heard relief coursing through his body as you raised your eyebrow at him in question he shook his head giving you a thumbs up causing his grip to loosen on Matt. Taking advantage of his weakened state Matt quickly spun out his grip before pushing him against the wall leaning into his ear before finishing.

"Then again she does have a speciality for lost causes ... hey maybe she might be into me-" Frank snapped headbutting Matt. He threw Matt over his shoulders before throwing him onto the sofa opposite you.

You grimace as Frank walked over pulling out his knife before mockingly gliding it across his throat. Matt just shook his head before standing up turning to Frank.

He whispered something in Matt's ear Matt smirked shaking his head.

"And they say I'm blind look with your eyes Frank" You stared in confusion as they both stood there at each other before grasping hands you watched in disbelief as they chuckled before patting each other's backs.

"Not bad like I said before you would've made a hell of a marine."

"And you've done us all proud by serving."

The moment was cut as Matt's phone blared.

"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy,"

"Well then I should get going duty calls. Frank no late night excursions the trial is next week and after your first trial lets have no surprises okay. Y/n I don't care what you do restrain him tie him to your bed if you have to but don't let him out your sight okay?

Actually ignore the former he'd enjoy that too much but you get the gist of what I'm saying shoot him if you have to" With that Matt fiddled around with his cane before grabbing his satchel and leaving you both stunned in his wake.

You sat there praying your cheeks were not flushed because man did they feel like they were on fire. You made eye contact with Frank causing butterflies in your stomach.

'What are you 15?? get over yourself.'

"Hey I'll get this tidied up for you why don't you get changed?" you jumped not realising frank was now kneeling next to you. You bit your lip as he trailed his thumb across your jaw before tilting your head up towards his.

"How 'bout a shower too looks like you were caught in the middle of crossfire." You looked down laughing softly at the specks of bright green chutney littered along your blouse and skin. Frank watched at the site before him captivated at the melodious sound coming out your mouth paired with the look on your face.

If there was one thing he would never tire of would be seeing you light up with happiness. Your smile was enough to make even the most stoic marines stare in awe. Frank would rather take a bullet then admit out loud how much you really meant to him. Especially with the lifestyle he's acquired it would be selfish to drag you into the shit show he calls his life.

He shifted his gaze on your lips as you continued talking. Frank tried he really did but he was unable to look anywhere other than your tongue gliding across your bottom lip ever so slowly.

Fuck

'Frank you're a fucking prick not even listening to what she's saying watching like a pervert as she bites her lip.'

Your voice snapped him out his thoughts shaking his head he focused on what you were saying hoping you didn't realise how he basically oogled you for the past ten minutes.

"Frank? Bed or sofa then?" you questioned standing up

"Erm bed yeah."

"Okay can I shower and change first and then you can come to the bedroom?"

"Yeah uhm yeah I'll just get this cleared up then?"

You smiled nodding before walking off.

Frank just stood there taking in what just happened in the last few minutes before turning to what was left of your table.

"Shit" he knelt gathering the broken wood and plates all together before throwing them into a bag.

"Had to throw me on her table didn't you Red" Frank grumbled wiping the last of the food off your floor. Making his way to the sink he washed his hands before opening your cabinet.

"Huh did peg you to be hard drink girl" he stared at the selection of decanters before reach for one he opened the lid sniffing.

"Scotch attagirl."

He took a gulp before walking around your apartment into your office. He whistled at the site of your bookshelf placing the decanter down he walked over inspecting the collection you had to display.

"Scotch, books, if this is your way of punishing me for missing mass its working old man" Frank continued looking through your books till his eyes caught a book with something wedged into it. He pulled out the what was in fact a journal with the words read me carefully painted across.

He opened it smiling as he saw pictures of Karen posing with you. He carefully flicked through unable to stop smiling as the journal contained polaroids of you and a little description to go with each picture. There were many of you with Karen in various places, central park, the court steps and what appeared to be an indian restaurant. Frank chuckled quietly as the next picture was of you with Matt, foggy and Karen holding baby pitbulls. While you and Karen had the widest grins etched on your face Foggy stared at the puppy like he'd seen a ghost and Matt in the background on the phone.

"Typical."

Frank turned the page over his eyes slightly widening at the image in front of him. It was a newspaper clipping of his trial.

'Frank Castle or The Punisher according to the world most people see him as murdering scum but is he though? Drug dealers, peadophiles, traffickers and the rest of the bad of the world all met brutal endings one could say it was expected with the life they chose. So where does a decorated marine tie into all of this?? A marine who served across the seas bringing order to a corrupt society only to come and and see what he's seen abroad. Granted it's not his duty to play judge, jury and executioner but did he do us a favour? I think so.

Frank took a deep breath before continuing to the next page.

"Fucking hell."

It was him sleeping with you draped across him Karen and Matt were grinning at the camera pointing at you two. Next to it was the same picture but you were actually awake grinning at camera now while still resting your head on Frank's chest.

♡'He has my heart and he doesn't even know it.' ♡

Frank closed the journal before grabbing the decanter and gulping down the amber liquid. Though he had seen with his own two eyes he still couldn't believe it. How can something so kind, loving, warm love something so broken and pathetic as him. Someone who can't even sleep through the night nevermind form a coherent response to your articulate questions.

Frank's head was spinning as he made his way out your office wondering whether it was best if he just left. Within a second he put back the decanter and made his way to your door grabbing his boots and coat he made his way out your door before slipping into the night.

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You squeezed your hair one last time before carefully stepping out the shower. You grabbed you moisturiser lathering it onto your body and face. You made your way into your bedroom grabbing a pair a bottoms and a t-shirt putting them on then searching for your first aid kit.

"Frank you can come in now?" you sat patiently on your bed waiting for the brute to enter but to your dismay nothing. You stood walking down your corridor to the dining area.

"Frank I thought you wanted- oh" you stopped in your tracks staring at the vacant area on your shoe rack and coat rail. What was once adorned with worn boots and a coat that had seen better days was now just a lonely gap.

You sighed making your way to the all to familiar cupboard reaching for the bittersweet swill. Opening the glass object you went to pour some into a glass just as the liquid was about to reach the edge you placed the glass down gulping copious amounts of the bitter drink making your way to your room.

You lay on your bed staring at your ceiling wondering whether he was called away to something or whether he just left. And if he did leave why didn't he say anything.

'Stop being so dramatic he's not yours to control.'

Though she was a pain in your arse your subconscious had a point knocking back another sip you placed the decanter on your side draw. You got up switching the lights off in your apartment a soft smile creeping upon your face at the site of your chairs comically spread around the gap that once was your table.

You checked your door before your finger hesitantly lingered on your alarm. You chewed your lip staring at the keypad before disabling it and walking to your room.

"Fuck you Frank Castle" you mumbled before jumping into bed.

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Frank grunted at the intoxicated buffoons below him from the magnifying glass of his sniper. It enraged him as they continued chugging beers slapping any woman's arse who walked past.

"That's it finish that pint because it'll be your last."

He positioned his sniper aiming in between the eyebrows. His finger hovered over the trigger while his hand was ready to reload.

"One batch, two batch penny and-"

"What part of no excursions did you not understand?"

Frank scoffed loudly turning around.

"What d'ya want Red?"

Matt shook his head walking over Frank sighed pulling his arm out.

"M'here."

Matt hid his smile as he grabbed his arm before taking a seat next to him.

"Y'know there was a time where you would've attacked me hell even shot me."

"Yeah well that was before we had mutual friends Red."

Frank turned back to his sniper cursing when he looked into the glass once more. A seat that was once struggling to stand with the weight of drunken fool was now empty.

"Did you do that on purpose?"

"Maybe even if I did I wouldn't have let you shoot him Frank for Christ sakes you have a trial next week why can't you just do as your told do you want to rot away in a cell filled with people who wouldn't hesitate to kill you?"

"So what let them at me we'll see who kills who."

"Oh yeah?" Matt challenged

"Let me get Karen, Madani hell I'll get y/n on the phone then we'll see"

"Don't even think about it Red."

"Oh yeah and why the hell not huh? You know Frank you're fucking selfish leave that poor girl alone if all you're going to do is break her heart. You out all people know how much it hurts to lose someone you love so stop being such a arsehole and leave her if you're going to continue with this."

Frank clenched his his fist as he glared at Matt.

"You out of all people can't say shit to me. You're preaching to me how to keep a woman... You? Matt you couldn't even keep Karen for a week never mind anything else. She was in front of you there giving you her whole heart and what did you do you fucking ignored it like you always do when that british broad appears out of nowhere."

"Watch it" Matt spat angrily

"Just because you're screwing up your chance at another life doesn't mean you get to comment on mine. Elektra is family always has been always will be so is Karen but Karen didn't deserve someone like me she deserved someone who didn't have as much baggage as me and you're one to talk you faking your death leaving her I was there Frank you weren't.

So what you're family died it fucking sucks nothing can replace them and I'm not telling you too either but don't involve good people in your shitty life if you're not going to be there for them. Did you even tell her before leaving her apartment?"

Frank felt his face twitch as he held his fist.

"No."

Matt scoffed standing up.

"You're a real piece of shit you know that. That woman would do anything for you hell she put her career on the line for you and you treat her like this."

"Matthew I'm warning you-"

"What does the truth hurt Frank huh. How can you be so goddamn selfish. Y-you don't realise how good you have it"

"How good I have it?" Frank shook his head before walking over to Matt.

"I don't care my wife and kids were murdered in front of me because of something to do with me do you know what it's like to live with that guilt?"

"Actually I do, I really do" Matt interjected taking his mask off.

"My dad, m-my dad was a boxer after my accident he was trying God he was trying- trying to do anything in his power for me to feel normal and you know that isn't cheap a single father with a unstable income."

Matt took a deep breath the familiar sting clouding his eyes.

"They were going to pay him good money to go down in a fight. Fifth round and even though he was stood across the room I heard it, I heard it all. And I told him you're going to win aren't you dad you're going to win."

Frank watched as Matt turned his back to him quietly sniffling before continuing.

"And he did he won alright but they didn't like that in fact it took 30 minutes after the match for them to shoot him in an alley like he was nothing like he was trash. I heard the gun go off and I ran I ran so hard cops were already there but it was too late my dad was gone I wish I didn't say that I wish I could see him one last time just one more-." Matt stopped mid sentence gazing of into the distance but his attempts to shadow his emotions were in vain as a droplet trailed how his face.

"Look Red I didn't know no kid should have to go through that"

Matt turned around so they were face to face.

"So then make it count Frank. She's here she's alive and she accepts you for who you are there are no secrets make it count."

Frank opened his mouth to reply only to be cut off my sirens echoing into his ears. He turned to Matt who had now put his mask on smirking.

"M'gonna assume that was you?"

"You really thought I was going to leave you unsupervised I trust y/n to watch over you but you're one stubborn idiot so when while you were scoping that Irish guy I was inside having a nice chat before calling our dear friend Mahoeny."

"Course you did" Frank grunted kneeling down to grab his bag

"Ah ah leave that I'll bring that to you now go back to her apartment, you really think Mahoney won't recognize you with all that stuff?

Frank huffed before making his way to the stairs.

"You know a thank you would be nice."

"In your dreams Red"

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Frank carefully closed the door behind him trying to make as little noise as possible. He slid his boots off placing them on the rack before sliding out his jacket. He slowly pushed your bedroom door smiling as you lay in a deep sleep in your bed. His heart warmed at the sight of you resting your face on your arms one leg bent while the other lay flat peeking outside your duvet.

He walked over to you covering your exposed leg before making his way to the bathroom. Frank winced as he pulled his shirt off inspecting the now to scarlet patch on his abdomen.

"Shit"

He pulled the bandage off staring at the torn stitches.

"Get on the bed."

Frank jumped reaching for his gun. He turned relaxing as he realised it was only you.

You stood there leaning in the door way with a first aid box. You trailed his eyes over his chest biting your lip before turning around.

"I'm not going to ask again."

Frank silently followed you taking a seat on your bed. You grabbed the decanter extending it to him which he took. You opened the box sanitising your hands before putting gloves on. Kneeling in front of him you wiped the oxidised blood. Throwing the used wipe to the side you reached for the tweezers pulling the torn stitches out before grabbing a needle and threat.

Frank grimaced pulling the lid off the decanter before taking a large swig.

"Oh fuck" he hissed as you began sealing the wound.

You looped the final stitch tightening the knot reaching for the scissor and cutting the excess off. You wiped the area down once more before wrapping a waterproof gauze over it.

"Show me your leg."

"It's fine thanks for this I'm going to go showe-"

"Take your pant off frank."

Frank matched your stare waiting for you to crack.

"Now!"

"Yes ma'am" He mumbled carefully unbuckling his belt. Throwing to a side he pulled his pants down wincing as it wouldn't move any lower. You moved closer to his leg shaking your head as you inspected his jeans that clung to his saturated skin. You grabbed the scissors cutting them before throwing them to a side. You repeat your actions holding your tongue as he finished the scotch.

You stood grabbing the used the bandages and wipes throwing them away before walking over to him. You cradled his head into your hands before pulling his face into your chest.

"Go shower please don't tear the stitches." You pulled back watching as he stood up. Frank tilted your head up nuzzling his nose into yours. You edged closer closing your eyes letting out a small sigh.

"Thank you"

You nodded before ushering him to the bathroom.

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Frank stepped out the shower grabbing onto the rail before reaching for a towel. He carefully ran the towel through his hair before wrapping his towel around his torso securely and walking back into the room. He watched as you crawled to the edge of the bed ushering him over. You patted the spot next to you. As he sat you leaned over and grabbed something from the floor. He heard the familiar click of a bottle sighing as your hands smoothed over his skin.

His eyes fluttered shut as you began massaging the lotion into his shoulders. You ran your hands down his back before focusing on a knot in his shoulder. Frank leaned into your touch groaning softly as you continued.

"Lay back" you whispered into his ear. Frank stood up walked to the side of the bed laying down. He watched as you squeezed some more lotion on your palms before rubbing it along his shins. You traced each scar unable stop yourself your fingers found a circular scar on the top of his foot. You mindlessly traced it before continuing up his leg.

"I can hear the cogs working overtime in your head what is it?" Frank murmured. You shook your head applying gentle pressure on his knee.

"Mhmm feels s'good"

You rubbed softly around the gauze on his leg before making your way up to his abdomen. Frank rested his head on his arms as he watched you. He clenched his teeth as your hands trailed over his abs upto his chest. Using your thumbs your circled his left pec. Frank watched holding his astonishment as you climbed onto him. You bit your lips as you pressed your palms flat against his chest. You sat there for a minute marvelling at the sight in front of you. Your finger caressed his dusky nipples before tracing his collar bone.

'Fuck is this actually happening happening.'

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you as your hands crept closer to his neck. He held his breath as you wrapped them around it carefully rotating it. He let out a small gasp as you cracked it before cradling him into your neck. You pulled back using the edge of his towel to wipe your hands before returning to your previous position.

"Did I hurt you?" you mumbled brushing your hands into his hair. Frank's eyes rolled back as you pulled the tops of his hair.

"No ma'am" he replied huskily.

You continued massaging his head making sure to focus on his temple and the sides of his head. Your heart warmed as his eyes were now shut his head resting in your arms. You couldn't help it you leaned closer resting your nose onto his the urge too strong to mold your lips onto his.

'Fuck it'

You closed the gap tingles erupting as your lips touched his. Frank eyes snapped open as he felt your lips on his. He immediately reached for your head pulling you into him while his thumb caressed the side of your cheek kissing back. His lips slid onto yours immediately taking control of the kiss .

You moaned as his tongue traced over your lips leaving a warm tingling sensation along them. You opened your mouth taking his tongue between your lips sucking softly before releasing it pulling away from the kiss. You both stared at each other as you rested your nose against his. Frank tilted his head up leaving tiny kisses on your top lip as you caught your breath.

"So where did that come from hm?" he questioned tapping your leg. Catching on you straightened them so you were laying on his chest. Frank watched as you nestled on his chest tracing your finger along the exposed skin above his towel.

"S'always been there" you sighed leaning into his touch.

"Hit me like a tonne of bricks when you decided to lose your shit in court"

"Oh yeah?" Frank teased his chest vibrated with laughter as you continued.

"Don't act coy you acting like you didn't know how hot you looked sat there in that suit while ranting about the corruption in our legal system." He laughed harder as you lightly slapped his chest.

"Alright, alright I get I'm sorry sweetheart it's not like I wasn't looking at you either." he chuckled grabbing your hands. You whipped your head around raising your eyebrow at him as he continued grinning.

"Well you can't just say that and not finish." You exasperated poking his chest.

"Christ what do you want me to say? That when you and Karen came to the hospital and you sat I saw your fucking stockings and all I could think about was ripping them off your thighs, tie your hands about your head while I fucked you till you begged me to come hmm?

Or when that fucking kid officer got a bit too comfortable and wouldn't stop staring at your tits in that white blouse you were wearing. That I wanted to shoot his dick and fuck you as he watched is that what you wanted to know?"

You couldn't stop yourself from clenching your thighs as his words ignited something in you. Frank smirked as he felt you move against him he turned his gaze back to your face cursing at the sight of you sat there cheeks flushed, pupils blown and your lip caught in-between your teeth.

"How whenever you wear that those goddamn heels I want to bury my head between your legs and fuck you with my tongue until you have tears streaming down your face because you're drunk on my tongue n'your pussy's too sensitive for my cock but we both know you wouldn't want me to stop, in fact" he continued wrapping his hand around your throat bringing his face to yours.

"You'd be begging for my cock wouldn't you? Yeah you'd be begging for it like the cockwhore you are"

You whimpered as tightened his grip in the sides of your throat. You didn't know if it was from the lack of oxygenated blood reaching your head or his words but you felt like you were floating.

"F-Frank I wan- oh fuck" your toes curled as he bucked his hips causing the rough material of his towel covering his bulge to brush against your clothes pussy.

"Use your words c'mon don't go all quiet on me now. Where's that girl who held her heel against my cock earlier today hm? You weren't shy using your big girl words then what's happened now? All I did was rub my cock against you've gone mute on me pretty girl."

"I- I want you want you so bad"

Frank scoffed trailing his finger along your leg before circling your inner thigh.

"Where you gotta use those big words pretty girl. You want me to fuck you here?" He questioned rubbing the wet patch on the front of your panties.

"Here even?" He continues his hand on your breast. You gasp as he rolls your clothed nipple between his thumb and finger. He chuckles tilting his head so his mouth was over your stiff nipple. He took it into your mouth slowly sucking. Your hands found his hair tugging as he bit down. He did the same to your other nipple before pulling back he began leaving little pecks along your exposed shoulder. He sucked the skin between your neck and collarbone blowing softly causing you to shiver.

He mouth was now inches away from yours he stared at you that stupid side smirk still etched on his face.

"Or here" He finished connected your lips together once more. You melted into the kiss all the restraint you had gone. Your hands were all over his body as he continued kissing you taking your bottom lip between his teeth he held on to it before sucking on it.

"Words pretty girl or we can't continue." He murmured pulling away from you.

You gritted your teeth in frustration as he lay back against the headboard.

That.fucking.smirk. You wanted nothing more than to smack it off his face.

"Frank stop being such a tease fuck me now"

Before you even comprehended your hand connected with his cheek. You eyes widened in horror as he sat there too stunned to speak.

"Frank oh my god Frank I'm so sor-"

"You've had it now sweetheart" he growled. You let out a squeal as he grabbed your hips flipping you onto his lap so your lying horizontally. You gripped the sheets as he pulled your t-shirt up kneading your ass.

"I need to know you want this"

"Frank I want your cock I want it so bad fuck me please make me yours" You begged. Frank's hand twitched at the sight of you spread across him. A tremor ran through him as you began squirming in his lap desperate for anything.

Frank tutted holding your hips down with one hand as his other smoothed across your exposed skin. He pulled your panties down grunting as he saw your exposed pussy glistening unable to help himself slid his finger down your pussy.

"Fuck you're so wet" He said slowly rubbing your clit. Your eyes screwed shut as your body was consumed with pleasure. He released your hips and used the free hand to tease your hole.

"Frank!" you cried as he pushed his middle finger into you.

Unable to stop yourself your hips began moving on their own accord as his thick digit thrusted in and out of you. Frank watched as you withered cursing as you dug your face into the sheets. He slid another finger before rapidly thrusting while flicking your clit.

"Oooh god don't stop" you cried as sweet stinging sensations blankets over you. His fingers are now pistoning into you causing you to scream Frank's name like a mantra but you're too far gone to notice all you could hear was the ringing in your ears as your orgasm rapidly approached.

"M'gonna cum don't stop gonna cum" You could've burst into to tears as Frank pulled away from you.

"No, no Frank I was gonna cum" you wailed.

"Ah, ah, you really think you deserve to cum especially after what you did" Frank tutted stroking your cheeks.

"Bad girls don't get to cum they get punished. And that just happens to be something I excel at now be a pretty little slut and count."

"Count? Count wha- oh fuck" You cut your sentenced abruptly as his palm connected with your ass. You moaned as he blew onto the tender flesh.

"Did my little slut like that? Did she like it so much she forgot how to count, because I didn't hear you counting." He mocked his palm connected with your ass once more.

"O-One" you cried as he blew the area once again.

*smack*

"Two"

*smack*

"Attagirl wasn't that hard was it?"

You shook your head as his palm connected with your ass once more causing you to buck against him.

"Three! Oh god n-no wasn't hard."

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"Such a pretty little slut, laying all still for me taking her punishment like such a good girl." Frank coaxed massaging your tender skin.

"Can you take one more baby one more spank for being such a good girl. I know you're pussy is throbbing hell I can see your slick dripping down your thighs you enjoyed your punishment didn't you so can you take one more hmm for me?"

You opened your mouth to reply only for a choked sob to be released. Frank immediately stopped lifting you so you were on top of him. He brushed the hair out your face before pecking the along trail of tears that painted your flushed cheeks.

"You okay sweetheart? I didn't push you-"

Before Frank could reply you turned turned around so your ass was facing him,

"Wanna be your good girl can take one more please Frank spank me." You choked out.

Frank felt his cock twitch at the sight of your ass in front of him. You had placed one leg on each side of his body so your pussy was literally in eye view.

*smack*

"Such a good girl my beautiful, beautiful girl." You moaned as he grabbed you pulling your t-shirt off before wrapping his arms around you. You lay on his chest as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear his hands finding your exposed breasts immediately.

He began massaging them making sure to pay special attention to your nipples. Frank took your left nipple between his finger tweaking it while kissing your neck.

You were putty in his hands.

The sensation of his mouth and hands paired sweet stinging sensation coursing along your ass was all too much for you.

"M'close Frank." You groaned grinding into his lap. Frank continued kissing up your neck before prepping kisses along your ear.

"You've been so good how 'bout a reward for how good you were for me me hm, how about you open those pretty legs and let me eat your pussy how's that sound sweetheart?"

Not giving you a chance to respond he placed you onto the bed before kissing down your body. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the prominent outline of his cock straining against his towel. Frank pulled back watching you he followed your gaze laughing.

"Don't worry you'll get my cock." He teased spreading your legs. You threw your head back as his tongue traced your thigh slowly making its way up to your pussy. Frank swiped his tongue down your slit before focusing on your clit.

He traced it softly before replacing his tongue with his finger. You gripped his hair grinding on his face guiding him where you wanted him. Taking the hint Frank circled you slit before pushing his tongue in. He lapped your pussy his speed not faltering as you pulled his hair. He moaned against you as you tugged particular hard. The moan vibrated against you causing you to clench your thighs around him.

"Fuck Frank don't stop!" you cried.

He held your hips down as he continued fucking your pussy. He trailed his hand down thrusting two fingers into you. You hand found his entwining them together you gripped onto him. You were too far gone to understand what Frank was saying in that moment all you could think about was cumming on his face.

"Oooh fuck Frank!!" You screamed as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes rolled back as Frank continued thrusting his fingers into you while teasing your clit. Your breath was laboured as you opened your eyes again. Arousal pooled in your lower stomach at the sight of Frank laying on your thigh his face flushed, hair tousled evidently from you holding onto it. But his lips fucking hell his lips. They glistened with your cum your you felt your heart stutter as he slowly gliding his tongue across his lips a smirk slowly making its way on his face as he brought his fingers to his mouth.

"Mhm taste so good sweetheart."

Frank grunted as you pulled him up to you placing your lips on his. You swiped your tongue across his bottom lips he opened his mouth caressing his tongue with yours. You cradled his face in your hands unable to tear away from him. You were thirsty and the only cure to your thirst was him. As you continued kissing your hand found his towel. You pushed it down groaning as you cupped his cock.

Frank mouth fell open as you began stroking him, taking advantage of his state you roughly bit his lip causing him to thrust.

"Ah fuck Christ!" he whimpered.

Your eyes bulged at the sound that left his mouth. You pulled back staring at him he stared back at you his eyes half-lidded with desire.

"Frank lay down now!"

"Sweetheart tonights about you I want you-"

"Frank I love that you're being considerate and a gentleman I do but I swear to God if you don't lay down right now I'm going to tie you down myself."

Frank clenched his fist trying to control himself. Fuck it was difficult that tone did not sit well with Frank in fact he wanted to show you just what happens when you act like a brat but he let you off because one it was fucking hot and two he was too hard to even function.

"Yes ma'am" he replied lowly.

As soon as his head hit the pillow you pulled his towel off completely causing his erection to hit is abdomen. Your mouth watered at the sight of his pink tip glistening with pre-cum. You wrapped your hand around the underside of his cock before taking him into your mouth. Frank's eyes screwed shut as you began sucking you ran your tongue along his slit before focusing on the area that joined his head with the shaft.

Frank swore his jaw clenches, not daring to look at you. But he caved and in that moment he did all he could to not cum. The site of his sock coated in your spit as you bobbed your head on him was enough to make anyone cum on the spot.

Frank adjusted himself his cock resting against your cheek. He doesn't say a word; watching as you grab his cock trailing his along you lips before slapping it against your cheek. You continue teasing him wanting to provoke him but he just watched silently as you to continued.

You let out a low hum before taking him into your mouth completely. A hiss escapes his from his lips the minute he feels your throat resisting his cock. But you didn't give up in-fact you relax your throat.

"Fuck," Frank cursed you began to pump what wouldn't fit in your mouth. You gagged causing your throat to tighten around him. Frank hips bucked involuntarily causing you to gag harder.

"Ah shit sweetheart m'sorry you caught me off guard." You slowly released him moaning at the sight of your saliva trailing off his cock.

"No, no I-I want you to fuck my throat please Frank fuck my throat I want it so bad." Frank's cock twitched as the words left your mouth.

"Sweetheart don't just-" He stopped mid conversation as you took him into your mouth pushing him deeper into your throat.

"Fucking hell you asked for it" he growled wrapping his hands into your hair before holding your head down. You widen your mouth as he began thrusting. You moan around him as his pace increases the vibrations cause him to thrust harder.

Saliva now pooled out your mouth pooling at your neck and on Frank's abdomen. Your lungs screamed for oxygen as black dots clouded your vision but you were determined for him to cum in your mouth.

Frank's hand gripped your hair so hard he was certain it would tear from your scalp. He watched as your eyes began fluttering.

"Give me a thumbs up if you're okay pretty girl."

Pride swelled in his chest as you almost immediately gave him a thumbs up.

"Doing so well aren't you?"

You replied but it came out garbled causing Frank to chuckle.

"Attagirl take that cock" He praised trailing his vacant hand down your back, encouraging you.

As he continued thrusting his breath became progressively laboured more precum seeped from his tip mixing with your saliva coating the bottom half of your face. You pulled your head back enclosing your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around him. Frank shifts on the bed moans freely echoing out his mouth, hip bucking upward while his chest is rapidly rising and falling .

You finally admit defeat pulling off his cock gasping for air. As you caught your breath you continued stroking rapidly.

"Cum for me Frank I want your cum on my face give me your cum" your words sent him over the edge letting out a deep growl he came his cum cascading over your face. You sat there with your tongue out making sure to catch all of his cum.

Spent Frank collapsed onto the pillow breathing deeply as he caught his breath he opened his eyes cursing at the sight of you covered in his cum.

"Fuck look at you" He pulled you up onto his lap laughter tearing through him as you collected the cum on your chin with your finger before sucking.

"Dirty, dirty girl." he teased shaking his head.

"Like you weren't enjoying fucking my throat a minute ago."

That send Frank on edge he flipped you over you your face was in the pillow while your ass was up.

"That fucking mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble."

"Hmmf do your worst" Frank took deep breaths trying not to lose control.

"You're on thin ice don't tease me because you're going to regret it." He warned.

You turned your head around sticking your tongue out at him.

"Pussy"

Any restraint Frank had snapped.

"You've had it now sweetheart"

#frank castle #frank castle thirst #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #the punisher #frank castle x you #frank castle imagine #the punisher fic #the punisher imagine #jon bernthal

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Little Bones 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series); harassment, general creepiness, unwanted touches

This is dark! (biker) Thor x chubby!reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: You’re a city girl stuck in a small town, but Birch isn’t as sleepy as it seems.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown and When the Weight Comes Down

Note: We got another part and I hope you love biker!Thor as much as I do. It’s lots of fun.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 2: Better butter your cue finger up

The bottle of wine sat on your counter and you hid away the vodka in your freezer as you resisted the temptation of both. The library made hangovers even worse with its bright lights and tedious nothingness. So you tried to ignore the tapping at your shoulder, the persistent tug of your paranoia, and pretended that nothing had changed. In Birch, nothing did change, right?

The click of your mouse and the loud tapping of keys filled the silence of the library. Colin snored with eyes wide open. It was hard to tell when the old man was awake or sleeping. You weren’t sure there was a line left between the two for him. He spent most of his working hours in the back on the other side of the windowed wall although what exactly he did there remained a mystery.

There wasn’t very much to do there outside the occasional school visits in which students walked down to complete some research project or the teacher’s held a crafting circle. You liked those days as often you could join in and help wrangle in the pupils as they explored the sterile shelves.

Melissa stood and her chair rolled back with a grumble. She stretched and bent to grab her purse from under the desk.

“I’m going down to Bab’s. You want anything?”

“Hmm,” you tapped your chin as you leaned back. “I wouldn’t mind a latte. Oh, and I think they have the banana loaf today. A slice of that too.”

You peeked under the desk and sat forward to grab your bag from the cubby beside your PC tower. “Nope,” Mel stopped you, “it’s on me today. I need a breath of fresh air anyway. Even if it is cold as hell.”

“Oh, thanks, Mel,” you smiled and grabbed a pen to click in your monotony. “We should dig out the Christmas decorations soon. It might actually give us something to do.”

“Maybe for an hour or two,” she pulled her jacket from the rack that stood against the wall between the front counter and the back room, “We could try something new this year. I saw these lights online, you can program them with your phone.”

“You think Colin could handle that?”

“Like he would even notice.” She laughed and pulled on her coat and grabbed her purse. “Latte, banana bread.” She recited. “I’ll be back.”

You watched her go then stretched your legs out as you arched in the chair. You fell back limp and closed your eyes. You could fall asleep right there. You really couldn’t blame Colin for his waking trance. This place made your ears buzz and your head spin.

You heard the whoosh of the automatic doors and sat up. You were surprised at your visitor but not disappointed. Melissa’s daughter approached the desk as she swung her bag in her hand. You could tell by the little wrinkle between her eyebrows that she wasn’t happy.

“Your mom’s just gone to Bab’s,” you rolled closer to the desk. “You must’ve seen her.”

“I saw her.” She said tersely. She stilled her fidgeting and planted her dangling purse on the desk. She sighed and crossed her arms. “I’m here to talk to you.”

“Is something the matter?”

You were nervous. You knew her as well as her mother and you got along. You shared an interest in old Hollywood and a taste for dry history and humour. You liked her, envied her even for having a mother like Melissa.

“I hate doing this. I hate when he makes me do this.” She dropped her arms and instead gripped her hips. “You want to come down to the Asp tonight? For a drink?”

You chuckled and clicked the pen. “It’s Wednesday. I have to open tomorrow and--”

“Hrgh,” she huffed. “I’m sorry but it’s… not a question.”

You put the pen down and clamped your lips together. She shook her head and looked away.

“It’s an order. From Bucky.” She tapped her toe on the carpet. “I tried to tell him that you wouldn’t want to come so late. That you know, you work. He just doesn’t listen and--” She heaved and threw up her hands in exasperation, “I tried.”

“But… me? I don’t even know any of those… people. It’s not really my scene.” You swallowed and dug your nail into your thumb.

“I’ll be there. Same with Steve’s girl from the bakery. She’s nice. And…” her eyes were dull but irritated, “look, if you don’t show up, Bucky will go and find you. Everyone in town reports to him. You don’t have to be in his club, he owns Birch.” She grabbed the thin strap of her small purse and drew it from the desk, “you don’t want to learn that the hard way like I did.”

You knew it wasn’t Bucky who wanted you there, you suspected that big blond brute who had chased you down the street. Her anxiety fed yours and made you uneasy. If she were that afraid, how scared should you be?

“I think you know my answer considering I’ve been given little choice.” You said firmly. “What time?”

“Seven. I got him to budge on at least that. You won’t be out too late.” She gave a weak smile and twisted the strap of her bag. “Stay close to me and I’ll do what I can. You know, with Steve’s girl, I really tried…” She looked away and rolled her as they turned glossy. “Sometimes, Bucky listens to me and I’m figuring out how to make him.”

“Why are you with him?” You whispered. “Why--”

“You think it’s a choice I made.” She blinked and sniffed. “No, it was made for me when I was born in this god forsaken pit.” She thrust her purse over her shoulder and shrugged. “I don’t know why anyone would make up their mind to come here.”

“I can’t say I’m happy with the decision.” You returned.

She sent you a pitying look before she spun away. She marched back to the doors as her mother nearly collided with her. They spoke for a few minutes before the younger left and Melissa came over to plop her goodies on the desk.

“New latte flavour, candy cane. I figured we might get a bit festive.” She announced.

💀

You stood outside the Asp and stared up at the snow-covered marquee. The powder began to fall just after noon and collected along the small ledge below the image of Cleopatra. You wore a bright pink toque with an oversized pom-pom and tucked your chin down against the matching scarf tucked down the front of your cherry-coloured coat. You stuck out among the grey of Birch.

You didn’t put much effort into getting ready. You kept on the same polka-dot blouse from work and traded your trousers for faded jeans and a pair of knee-high boots. You took a breath and stepped through the doors, barely avoided the rush of snow that fell down behind you.

The bar smelled of beer and a stale but pungent dinginess. You looked around in the low din. The bartender, a woman named Lucy, dried several glasses and stacked them on a shelf and every man in the place wore leather.

You found Melissa’s daughter next to Bucky as he squinted at his closest accomplice, Steve. The shy girl from the bakery was tucked under his arm as she picked at the hem of her short skirt. You cleared your throat as you pondered leaving.

A figure on Bucky’s other side stood and you frowned as that man, Thor, smiled at you like a puppy. You fixed your mouth into a straight line as Bucky’s girl rose and waved you over.

“Hey, you made it,” she said. You didn’t miss the way Bucky’s hand slid up her thigh.

“Yeah,” you said flatly as you rounded the table.

“Kitten,” Thor greeted as he pulled out the chair next to him in a flourish. “I’ve a seat just for you.”

You looked from the chair to his face. You made no move to sit.

“If that’s not to your tastes, you can sit in my lap.” He taunted.

Your lips parted in disgust and you grabbed the back of the chair. You wrenched it away from him and backed up steadily as you dragged it around the table. You stopped it next to Steve’s girl and unzipped your jacket. You sat and shrugged out of the coat then crossed your arms. You tore your eyes from the large man and smiled at the baker girl.

“The banana loaf was good,” you said. “Sorry I didn’t make it down.”

“Oh, it’s ugly out there,” she turned in Steve’s hold and his arm slipped down around her waist.

You could feel Thor’s constant gaze as you humoured the girl about the weather and listened to her story about how Mrs. Deeton sent back a blueberry scone for not having any blackberries. You did your best to blot out the rest of the bar.

“Kitten, you want a drink?” He interrupted and you peered over at him. You glanced from him to Lucy as she stood and awaited an order.

“Do you have ginger ale?” You asked her directly.

“We have club soda or iced tea right now.” She said with venom.

“Iced tea, thank you.” You fished through your purse for a fiver.

“Put it on my tab,” Thor insisted.

“No, it’s fine, I--”

You held out the bill and he reached across to snatch it from your hand. “On my tab.” He repeated and the barmaid stomped away. He tossed the five back to you and smirked. “Keep it, kitten.”

You swiped it up and turned back to Steve’s girl. She looked frightened as she stared at the blonde man and slowly returned her attention to you.

“Um, so, I was going to tell you the secret ingredient to Bab’s banana bread but you have to promise not to tell.”

“Sure,” you leaned in and she whispered it in your ear and giggled.

“I’m not supposed to tell.” She uttered as she touched her cheeks guiltily.

“I’ve been telling her she don’t need to worry about rules,” Steve intoned as his fingers danced on her hip.

“My mother made the best banana cream pie,” Thor interrupted. “She handed the recipe down to me. My sister was never much into sweets.”

“Oh?” Steve’s girl turned to Thor. “We don’t serve that at Bab’s but we have lemon meringue.”

“Mother made that too. She showed me the trick to perfect peaks. I could show you.”

Steve growled and pulled his girl closer. She looked at him as he sent a heated glare at Thor. She touched his chest and cooed at him to relax. Lucy returned with your iced tea and you took it eagerly as the tension burned at your face.

“So, kitten,” Thor scooted his chair around the table as you set your glass down, “what trouble did you get into today?”

“I work at a library.” You uttered dryly.

“And did you enjoy your wine last night? I always heard it’s better with company.”

You jutted out your jaw in annoyance and looked at him. He was painfully persistent.

“Excuse me.” You stood and nearly gave him a face full of your chest. You looked to Bucky’s girl as she listened to his incessant grumbles. “Where’s the restroom?”

“Just down there,” she pointed along the far side of the bar.

“I could show you,” Thor offered and you waved him off.

“I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

“Yes, you are,” he purred and you backed up as his eyes grazed your hips.

You were all too eager to hide in the bathroom and closed yourself in a stall as you tried not to scream. You had dealt with perverts before. Often you were the butt of some joke. The wingman settled for the chubby girl so his pal could get laid. Those types thought you were desperate and had no qualms with getting handsy on the dance floor. But college was long ago and Birch wasn’t known for its nightlife.

After a moment, you were able to steady yourself and you left the stall. You stood by the grungy sink and stared at the mirror. Why you? Why was this idiot bugging you?

You went back out with reluctant steps. You passed a drunk man at the bar talking about some feat of machismo in his foregone youth. As you neared the table, you froze in the spot as you listened.

“...she’s fat anyway.” Steve snarled and laughed meanly.

His chortle was curtailed as a chair scraped on the floor and the baker girl cried out. Thor forced Steve to his feet but the front of his tee shirt. He pulled him past his girl and brought him close as he growled down at him through flaring nostrils.

“I like you, Rogers, but your mouth makes it real hard.” Thor sneered.

“What the fuck?” Steve struggled against him, “let me go.”

“I’m not sitting here shit-talking your woman, eh. You might have little respect for them, but I do.”

“Jesus Christ!” Steve was on tip-toes as he was held up by the other man.

“Apologize.” Thor demanded.

“Wha--”

“Dammit, Steve, say sorry.” Bucky snapped.

“S-sorry, dude.” Steve stuttered.

“Not to me,” Thor turned and to your surprise, he thrust Steve around to face you. “To her.”

You stared in shock as Steve straightened his shirt. He was like a petulant child as he looked you in the eye. “I’m sorry.”

“For…” Thor prodded.

“I’m sorry I called you fat.” Steve looked away.

“I…” you didn’t know what to do or say as you glanced past him to the other girls. “Well, I am so it’s fine.”

Thor shoved Steve back and his thick brows drew together. “Don’t listen to him,” he said. “I like a little extra.”

“Hey,” Bucky’s girl interrupted as she stood suddenly, “the table’s free. How about I get Wanda and we can play some doubles, just us girls.” She touched Bucky’s shoulders, “leave the men to their business.”

Thor’s shoulders fell and he shook his head. He grinned at you even as his disappointment shone through.

“Sure,” you answered as you stepped around him. “Sounds fun.”

💀

You focused on the felt. It didn’t help block out the blazing heat of Thor’s leer. You refused to look over at him and instead pretended to be enthralled with the game of solids and stripes.

When you were a kid, you went to the youth centre and played with the rest of the kids desperate for a distraction. In uni, you enjoyed your plastic cups of cheap sambuca and coke at the campus bar and chalked up the cues. You were no expert but you could hit a good shot now and again. Your mother used to recount tales of her hustler father. Maybe it was his blood that kept your hand steady.

The other girls played as a pair as you handed off to Wanda. She wore the cut of the Birch’s club and her dark lipstick was the same shade as the leather. You saw her now and again with the men. She smoked her cigarettes out front and watched the town with indifference.

Wanda took her shot and clicked her tongue as she scratched. You shook your head as Steve’s girl scrunched her nose at the table. You were even; three stripes and three solids. She went around the far corner and awkwardly positioned herself over the side. She reached back to tug down her short skirt, she was clearly uncomfortable in the revealing outfit.

She sunk her mark but her next stopped short of the pocket. She shook her head and apologized to Steve’s girl who assured her with a pat on the shoulder. You took the cue from Wanda and walked around the table. You walked back and wondered if you could sink two in one. It was a possible angle but could you hit it?

You tilted your head and sighed. You bent and brought your foot back as you squinted and carefully positioned the cue. You couldn’t decide whether you should try to spin it to the right or hit it straight on. You knew the power you needed but you couldn’t afford to hit a stripe.

You almost tapped the cue ball as you felt a warmth over you and suddenly a hard torso was against your back. You went rigid as Thor bent over you and put his hands over your as he adjusted your aim. His hot breath wrapped around your neck.

“Almost, kitten,” he pushed his crotch against your ass.

You pulled the cue back so that it hit his ribs and he grunted as his hands fell to the edge of the table. You took the shot and pushed out of his grasp. His hand dragged over your ass as he stood straight and touched his side with a wince.

“I got it.” You said as both balls rolled and dropped into opposite pockets.

He chuckled and bit his lip. It was almost a snarl as he watched you across the table and you sensed the bated breaths of the other women.

“I like a woman with a firm grip,” he winked, “And confidence.”

You looked back to the table as he loomed on the other side. You sunk the last solid and lined up for the eight ball. A straight, easy shot that even the most amateur could get. You ended the game and Wanda clapped as the other girls grumbled their congratulations.

“Best out of three?” Steve’s girl asked.

“I’m sorry to disappoint but I have to work early.” You leaned the cue on the table. “I showed up and now I’m done. It was fun, girls, but I’m gonna turn in.”

You smiled at each of them and your face fell as you passed them and went to grab your coat from the chair where it still hung. Thor was less than subtle as he followed you to the table and watched you zip up your coat over your chest. You slung your purse over your arm and pulled your hat on as you braced for the chill that awaited you.

“You shouldn’t walk alone.” Thor intoned.

“It’s a small town. I’m fine.” You spun away and again, he followed.

At the door, you turned back and crossed your arms. “Look, I can handle myself, buddy. Now leave me alone.”

“I’m just being nice.”

“You’re being a pest.”

“You love it.”

You huffed and closed your eyes to keep them from rolling back into your skull. You looked at him again and bit down on your words. “Do you ever give up?”

“On you, never.” He grinned.

“Well, be a good dog and stay.” You jabbed your finger in the air. “Stay!” You repeated as if he was a hyper dog. “Good.”

You quickly slipped through the door and booked it across the street. The door didn’t hit the frame but was instead caught as his boots scuffed out behind you. You peered back as you reached the other side and kept up your steady jog. He watched you but did not give chase.

“I’ll sniff you out one day, kitten,” he called out. “Pussy, pussy, pussy.”

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #biker!thor #chubby!reader #fic #series #birch #biker au #biker!au #au #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #threequel #sequel

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leossmoonn · 4 years

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Temptation

masterlist

pairing - silas x forbes,fem!reader

type - fluffy smut, angst

note / request - “can i request a silas fic where the reader is Caroline's lil sis and Silas likes to annoy her, and he likes her a lot. Then Care and Damon are always into protective sibling modes where silas is around y/n. So one day they catch y/n making out w him, and then theres a lot of banter again” this was really fun to write! im not gonna rewrite background info lol so make sure to read the request. also the timeline of events is a little fuzzy so i apologise if i make a mistake. enjoy :)

summary - damon and caroline find you making out with the enemy, who just happens to be silas

warnings / includes - language, sibling fighting, steamy make out, sexual tension heheh, you’re in your senior year of high school, suggestive

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*gif isn't mine*

“Hello, doll face,” Silas greeted behind you.

You jumped at his voice, but quickly settled down. “Hey, Silas,” you said dully.

“Why the long face, princess?” Silas asked.

“Because you’re here,” you said. “Oh, that’s so mean. You’ve hurt my feelings,” Silas pouted.

“Well, I’m not supposed to be talking to you anyways,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“Ugh, you are such a goody two shoes. It’s cute, but annoying. Why not break the rules? I know you want to,” Silas said, leaning over the top of the couch, his face going right next to your’s.

You inhaled deeply, your heart pounding against your chest. You were attracted to him, no doubt about that, but if you even considered shaking his hand, Caroline and Damon would kill you. And you definitely didn’t want that.

“I can read your mind, Y/n. I know you want to kiss me, so go ahead,” he whispered.

You didn’t turn your head, but your eyes wandered to the left. You got a good view of his lips, which made butterflies flutter in your stomach. It was so tempting to close the gap between you two, but you knew better than that. You turned your head the other way, standing up from the couch. You packed up your school work, deciding to leave the Salvatore house and go to your own.

You were at the Salvatore house because Damon had offered to help you with your history homework. You took the offer and you two had been studying for a few hours. He had left you for 30 minutes to go and get you two lunch. In those 30 minutes, Silas had wandered into the house, looking for you.

You pulled out your phone, texting Damon to go to your house instead of back to his.

“Where are ya going?” Silas asked.

“Home,” you mumbled, keeping your head down and walking to the front door.

Silas stood in front of the door, making you look up at him with an annoyed frown.

“Please let me go,” you said.

“No, I’d rather see you beg,” Silas smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Please. Damon is waiting for me at my house with food.”

“Oh! Well, why don’t I just go with you, then? I’d love to see Damon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you chuckled. “Why not? I can just pretend to be his brother! I’ve fooled lots of people already,” Silas smiled.

“I think Damon will notice. Especially if I’m there,” you said. “I’ll just sneak in then,” Silas suggested.

“No, Silas! I just want to go home alone. Leave me alone,” you said sternly, looking him straight in the eyes. You went to push him out of the way, but his hands grabbed ahold of your wrists. His strong grip made goosebumps rush up your forearms.

Silas couldn’t help but smirk. You rarely ever had outbursts. He thought it was incredibly sexy and cute when you put your foot down. Especially when it pertained to him.

“You are so adorable when you’re mad. You're so small, too. I can’t help but not take you seriously,” Silas chuckled.

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You masked your embarrassment by groaning and running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Just let me go! Please. I’m hungry and tired and really need to study for my test.”

“What is your test over, anyways? History? Cause if so, I could help you out. I bet I know more than Damon,” Silas said.

“No thanks, bro, she’s all taken care of,” Damon said from behind Silas.

“You tattled that I was here! So naughty of you,” Silas glared at you playfully.

“Step out of the way, Silas. Otherwise I will snap your neck,” Damon sneered.

Silas sighed. “Fine! I’m only obeying because I want to kiss you before I die.”

“Fat chance of that. C’mon, Y/n. I got you a burger and those onion rings you like,” Damon said.

“Thanks, Damon,” you smiled gratefully at him.

“See you later, doll face!” Silas called out as you walked to your car.

“I’m sorry about him. I should make you the owner of the house,” Damon said.

You shrugged, “It’s alright. He would never actually hurt me.”

“Well, we don’t know that,” Damon said.

“Yes, we do. Sure, he might threaten to kill me sometimes, but his liking for me trumps any chance of him killing me. I don’t fear him, he’s just extremely annoying,” you said, getting in your car.

“Agreed,” Damon said.

You two drove to your house, eating lunch and studying for a few more hours. Caroline and Elena then came home, talking to you and Damon about a party at the Grill.

“Can I come?” You asked.

“Um, yeah, sure,” Caroline nodded.

You smiled excitedly. You barley went to any of these parties. You usually were at home studying or hiding away in your house because Caroline and Damon were always worried for you, but Caroline figured that since she and Damon and everyone else would be there, they would be able to protect you.

So you took a quick shower and got ready for the night. You put on ripped jeans and a black, spaghetti-strapped top with a jean jacket. You put on heeled boots and put on some silver jewellery, as well as lined your eyes with eyeliner and painted your lips red with lipstick.

“Oh, you look so cute!” Elena exclaimed as you walked out of your room.

“Thanks, Elena,” you smiled at her.

“No, go change,” Caroline said. “Why?” You frowned.

“Because Silas could be there and that outfit would tempt him even more,” Damon explained.

You rolled your eyes. “So when Klaus was here, Caroline could wear anything, but I guess since I’m younger and a human, I can’t? That’s so unfair.”

“She’s right, guys. I hate Silas as much as you two, but let her dress how she wants. We’ll be there to protect her. Plus, if Silas thinks she’s hot, then good for her. She is,” Elena agreed with you.

You smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she smiled.

“Ugh, fine! But no drinking, okay?” Caroline said.

“Ay, ay captain,” you said. You four went out to Elena’s SUV, driving to the Grill.

Loud music blasted into your ears as soon as you stepped inside. You smiled as you saw everything dancing and having the time of their life.

“Shots?” Caroline suggested.

“Hell yeah!” Elena squealed.

“Iced tea for you, Y/n?” Caroline asked. “Yes, please,” you nodded.

“Alright, you guys go to the pool table. I’ll be back,” Caroline said.

“Where is Stefan?” You asked, looking around the bar and walking to the pool table that was conveniently empty.

“Right here!”

You turned around, smiling once you saw Stefan in a grey shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket. You went to hug him, but Damon stopped you.

“Ah, ah, ah. How do we know it isn’t Silas?” Damon asked.

Stefan rolled his eyes. He pulled out a blood bag from his pocket, taking it and drinking it quickly.

“Alright, alright, we know it’s you. Cool it on the blood, brother. Don’t want to go into a bloodlust,” Damon said, taking the empty bag and throwing it in the trash.

“Well, I don’t really know how else to prove I’m not Silas,” Stefan sighed. “Can I get that hug now?”

You smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around him.

Between everyone else, Damon and Stefan were your best friends. They were like the brothers you’ve never had, protecting you and teasing you whenever they felt like it was necessary. You hadn’t seen Stefan in a while since he was found in the safe, but you were glad to see he was okay.

“Glad to see you’re okay, Stef,” you said, pulling back.

“And I’m glad to see you haven’t fallen victim to my doppelgänger,” Stefan smiled.

Caroline came back with shots, pleasantly surprised to see Stefan.

“Stefan! You’re here! Oh, my God the whole gang is here!” She squealed, putting down the shots and engulfing Stefan is a big hug.

“I’m excited to be here, too. This is the first time I’ve really gone out for fun. I hope nothing goes wrong,” Stefan joked.

“Well, if any of you spot Silas, make sure to not let him get close to Y/n. We don’t know what he could do to her,” Caroline said.

You rolled your eyes at her concern, but didn’t say anything. You knew it would end up with you two arguing and that was the last thing anything wanted. Forbes were very controlling and heated when they got angry.

You took your tea and sipped on it as Damon downed the first shot.

“Wait, are we playing in teams?” You asked.

“Yeah, which one do you wanna be one? Damon and I’s?” Stefan asked.

“Definitely yours,” you said. “Oh, what! You know I win all the time,” Damon said.

“Yeah, but when you lose you get so mad. It’s hilarious,” you giggled.

“True, it is cute,” Elena smirked.

Damon rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You two are so annoying.”

You smiled and played with your friends for a little while. It came to a time where everyone was too tipsy to where they could barely walk, so you were in charge of getting the drinks. Damon and Caroline, despite being pretty much drunk, stayed close behind you.

“Hey, Matt,” you smiled at the boy working behind the bar. “Hey, Y/n! Let me guess, more shots and another iced tea?” He asked.

“You guessed right,” you chuckled.

“So, how is school?” He asked.

“Pretty good. History is kicking my ass, per usual. It’s weird because I’m surrounded by history buffs,” you said.

“Well, I know you have Damon helping you, but Stefan is a lot better at tutoring, in my opinion. I know he’s been having a rough time, though,” Matt said.

“He has, which is why I should be your tutor,” Silas smirked next to you.

You jumped slightly, surprised to see him there. You looked at him, seeing him wearing a dark navy shirt and jeans. Your eyes stared at his biceps and his strong, broad shoulders. Once you noticed him smirking at you, you looked back to the drinks Matt was filling.

“Now I get the silent treatment? C’mon, not fair,” Silas whined.

“You shouldn’t be here, man,” Matt said.

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about, it huh?” Silas taunted, looking at Matt with narrow, menacing eyes.

Matt rolled his eyes, putting the tequila shots and your drink on a tray and handing them to you.

“Thanks, Matt,” you smiled.

You took the tray, ready to turn around and walk away from Silas. He put his arm up, planning to grab your arm to stop you, but Caroline and Damon used their vamp speed to push him back.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Caroline sneered. Veins were circulating under her eyes and she bared her fangs.

Silas smirked, not at all fazed. “Oh, please, I could kill both of you so fast, you couldn’t have chance to say bye to Y/n. Now, let me go, Damon.”

Damon’s grip on Silas’s arms tightened. “Not a chance. We’re going outside and I’m gonna make sure you are far away from here.”

Damon then took Silas to the exit, Silas looking back at you and giving you a wink. Caroline groaned in disgust and took the tray away from you.

“You okay?” She asked.

“I’m fine, Care! He wasn’t going to hurt me,” you glared at her.

“You don’t know that! Why are you defending him? Doesn't he annoy you?” Caroline asked.

“Yeah, he does,” you said, your voice trailing off at the end, alluding to something else.

Caroline stared at you intensely, gasping once she put the pieces together. “You… You like him? Ugh, why! He’s a monster.”

“I don’t like him! God, why is that always your first assumption?” You asked.

“Because you obviously are having physical reactions to him. We all see the way you look down in shyness when he flirts with you, and we can hear your heart racing. We just hoped you wouldn’t give in,” Caroline sighed.

“I’m not! I don’t like him in any way, okay? Just because I defend someone doesn’t mean I automatically like them!”

“That’s what you always say! You need to get rid of those feelings, Y/n. He’s not a good person.”

You closed your eyes in frustration, sighing roughly. “I’m going to the bathroom to cool down. When I come out, you better not say anything else about me liking Silas.”

You spun on your heels, storming off to the bathroom. You washed your hands, putting them to your forehead to cool yourself down.

“Feelings for Silas, please,” you scoffed to yourself.

“She’s right. I know it, you know it. Everyone does.”

You looked in the mirror, jumping once you saw Silas behind you. You turned around quickly.

“H-How did you get in here?” You asked.

“I knocked Damon out,” he shrugged.

“What?! Is he okay?” You asked. “Yes, he’s fine. I know that you would hate me if I killed one of your friends,” he said.

You sighed, “I have to go. They’re waiting for me.” You went to the door, but Silas once again blocked the entrance.

“You gotta be quicker, Y/n. Someday you might find yourself in real trouble,” Silas smiled down at you.

“You are real trouble,” you retorted.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true. If I was then you’d be screaming for your life. But you’re just standing there, looking so incredibly kissable,” Silas said, shamelessly looking at your lips.

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and you looked down to hide your face. “No, I just don’t want to make a scene,” you mumbled.

Silas put his hand on your chin, making your eyes meet his. “While that is true, you also having feelings for me.”

You stepped away from him, his hand falling to his side. “I don’t. You’re evil and cheated on your girlfriend. No girl wants to be with a guy like that.”

“Elena practically cheated on Stefan emotionally, you’re still friends with her,” Silas stated.

You furrowed your brows, not sure what to say back. He was correct, but you knew that wasn’t the point. You needed to get out of there otherwise Caroline and Damon would freak out.

Silas walked towards you slowly, like you were his prey that he was stalking. You turned around, not wanting to look at him. Silas grinned, seeing as his plan would work out even better now that you were facing the mirrors.

He put his hand on your bare arm, dragging his fingertips up your skin.

“I’m so glad you took off the leather jacket. Your outfit looks so much better without it,” he murmured.

You immediately froze. Your eyes were glued to the two of you in the mirror. You watched as his hand went up to your shoulders, pressing down lightly on your muscles.

“Shouldn’t you be running, Y/n?” Silas asked, moving. your hair out of the way so he could get a better view of your neck.

You knew you should, but his touch felt so good. It weirdly calmed your nerves down, but also made you flustered as hell. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to stay in this bathroom and let him take you. Silas smiled at your thoughts, lowering his lips down to your shoulder.

“I can totally take you right here if you want,” he whispered, his lips making contact with your skin.

You inhaled sharply, finding yourself stumbling back into his chest. His other arm went around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Your skin is so soft, doll face,” he said while kissing up your neck.

You watched him in the mirror, your stomach doing flips. Your legs felt weak and heat gathered in between your thighs. You had honestly wanted to kiss him this whole time. You decided a few more minutes in the bathroom couldn’t hurt.

So you turned around, crashing your lips onto his. Silas smiled as you kissed him, his hands trailing down to your legs. He lifted you up with ease, taking you to the sink and placing you on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands running themselves through his hair.

“Silas,” you breathed out as you felt his hands on your thighs, going higher and higher.

“You like that, princess?” He hummed, his fingers going higher until they reached your clothed entrance. He pulled away, grinning and looking you in the eyes.

“Uh-huh,” you hummed, pulling his face close to yours roughly.

Your lips collided again, your heart and brain exploding. Kissing him felt like heaven.

Silas mirrored your neediness and put his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You pressed your chest up to him more, your hands going down from his head to the bottom of his shirt. You lifted it up, Silas pulling away so you could pull it off of him. You sat back and admired his abs and muscles, excitement growing in between your thighs.

You dove down to his neck, kissing and sucking lightly. Your hands explored his chest, tracing along his prominate abs. Silas breathed heavily into your ear, groaning as you found his sweet spot.

“Oh, Y/n,” he panted.

You smirked against his skin. Before you could put your hands on his belt, the bathroom door burst open. You saw Caroline and Damon standing, eyes huge and mouths agape.

“What the hell!” Caroline shrieked.

Your eyes widened and you pushed Silas away from you, getting off the counter.

“Really, Y/n? You pick him to make out with in the bathroom?” Damon groaned.

“It is just happened,” you shrugged sheepishly.

“Yeah, she’s a really good kisser,” Silas smirked. “I never would have expected it since she’s shy and all, but man, she is wil-”

“You shut the hell up. And you,” Caroline pointed to you. “Are going home. now.”

“He wasn’t hurting me, Care,” you said.

Caroline looked at you two incredulously. “You’re making her say this! You pressured her, didn’t you!” She pointed to Silas.

“He’s not! I was the one who kissed him first,” you admitted. “Yeah, but I helped a little,” Silas smirked.

Caroline made her vampire face and lunged at Silas, to which Damon pulled her back.

“Alright, blondie, why don’t you take Y/n home and I’ll deal with Silas, okay?” Damon said.

Caroline huffed and nodded, grabbing you by the arm roughly.

“We’ll continue another time, doll face!” Silas exclaimed.

“No, you will not,” Damon glared.

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Fucking Fame

Idol!Bakugou x Idol!Reader(NSFW)

Warnings:NSFW,18+, cursing, thigh riding, slight degradation??, unprotected sex

Word Count:3,656

Crossed off: Popstar AU

Tag list: @gallickingun @prismaroyal @shoutodoki @sadistiks @keigod @honeytama @shoutogepi @hawks-senseis

A/N: Happy forth of July to my fellow people in the USA enjoy some smut. This is my first piece for the @bnhabookclub bingo event, but I hope that you guys really enjoy it :3

“We’ve been driving for hours, PLEASE tell me that we’re close to the venue. I think I’m going to die.” You say as you throw yourself against the couch in your tour bus. You were currently heading to where your next concert was supposed to be located. It wasn’t far enough in distance to warrant taking the plane so here you were, trap inside this boring bus.

“You should be relaxing for the show tonight. And your supposed to be on vocal rest until we get there, so stop focusing on when we are going to arrive and just do what you’re told.” Your manager doesn’t even bother looking up from her laptop while you throw your fit. You roll your head over to where she sat and sigh dramatically hoping to get her attention so the two off you could do something more entertaining, but when she continues typing you give up. Moving your feet off of the side of the couch, you get up heading back toward the little hang out room.

You shut the door behind you and take a seat on one of the comfy chairs and pull out your phone checking out tonight’s show and venue. After typing in your password you can see that the show tonight was one of your combined shows with a well known band that your agency wanted to have a show with to help boost your ratings. You had tried refusing doing a combined show but in the end your manager and team won. You knew that it would be good publicity but there was apart of you that wanted to be able to achieve your fame without having to piggy back off of others. Seeing as this was your first tour though, you didn’t have much say in things. What bothered you the most though, was that you had never even met this band before. At the least with other shows, you had a day or two to get to know whoever you were preforming with but this time it was almost as if you were thrown to the vultures.

So you took it upon yourself to look them up. The band had consisted of 5 members. There was their lead singer, Izuku Midoryia, who seemed to be the face of the band, appearing in the most amount of interviews and seeming to have the biggest general following. The lead guitarist and back up singer, Shouto Todoroki, seemed to be more of the band’s mystery man and the ladies favorite. The second guitarist, Eijirou Kirishima, looked to be the life of the group, appearing at as many meet and greets and almost always staying after shows to talk to fans. There was the base guitarist, Denki Kaminari, who seemed to get in the most amount of newspapers and magazines. Never for any super bad reasons but it seemed to be for really stupid things like accidently breaking a hotel microwave by microwaving glass. And then there was the drummer.

Katsuki Bakugou.

According to article after article, he was the group bad boy. He had no filter and was often never brought to interviews due to past appearances. He didn’t put up with the fakeness of celebrity life and called every person who was apart of it out on it. The band’s PR team constantly had to log him out of his twitter due to vulgar debates. You were also able to find multiple scandals' involving him and other female celebrities and fans to which he never responded to with more than a wicked smile. But other than his hot headed ego and promiscuous relations, there wasn’t much else you could find. You searched for a half hour to try to see if you could find anything else about who he was but nothing came up. Eventually you gave up on your efforts to try to uncover any actually useful information on the man, instead decided to waste your time by taking a nap until you arrived at the venue.

It felt like only seconds had passed before you were being nudged awake by your lovely manager. She explained to you that you had arrived at the arena and gave you direction to where your dressing room was going to be. The band had already preformed the sound check so you were free to take your time while getting ready seeing as they wouldn’t need you for a bit before it was time for your own mic check. You made your way through the poorly lit halls to where your manager had told you your dressing room was. When you finally come across the door you believe to lead to your room you push it open and quickly enter. Your make your way over to were the vanity was and take a seat. While reaching over to grab your products for the night, your attention is caught by the sound of the door opening. There in the doorframe was the same man you were unable to find any information on. Although you were confused as to what he was doing in your dressing room.

“Um can I help you?” Your eyes trail after him as he beelines toward the couch before plopping down. You raise your eyebrow at him, questioning how comfortable he was making himself. “Make yourself comfy I guess” He continued to ignore you while moving his arms behind his head as he closes his eyes. “Are you just going to sit there and ignore me? What are you even doing in my room?” You were now standing next to where you were just seated, hands against your hips as you question him. He shuffled on the couch looking over at where you were.

“Your room? I don't think you got the memo princess.” He sat up from his spot on the couch, still taking an obnoxiously large amount of room he spoke again. “This is our room. The other dressing room was too small for all 5 of us so the two of us are sharing. Besides...” He looked you up and down, suddenly feeling very small under his glare, “wannabe brats like you don’t get a private room. Sorry about your luck your highness” You’re stare hardens at his words, angry now flowing through you.

“Well you don’t have a private room either so what does that say about you?” Crossing your arms you wait for him to come up with some clever response. You make your way over to wear he was, prepared to shove him out of your room so that you could have some peace and quiet before tonight.

“Why you little-” You cut him off before he can finish his sentence.

“You know what I think. I think that your other bandmates probably got sick and tired of your ‘I’m the best person here and everyone else can fuck off’ attitude and forced you to go to some other room. How pathetic do you have to be for your own friends to find you obnoxious?” Your words leaving your mouth like venom, not even caring how mean you sounded. When he shot up from the couch and stormed right infront of you, you still stood your ground. You weren’t going to back down. He kept coming closer and closer to you until he was barely a step away, his face merely a few inches from yours. A breath hitches in the back of your throat, as you feel your body betray you. Just his presence alone was soaked in intimidation. You go to speak up again to tell him to back off but you feel the words get trapped and fail to get out. A smirk covering his face as he notices as well.

“Oh? Not so big and tough now are you? You should learn to hold your fucking tongue, especially when you’re talking to someone who could end your whole career.” He holds you in place with his killer stare, Vermillion eyes staring into your own. You swallow whatever lump had formed and spoke up.

“Oh yeah? You and what following? I’ve heard about you ya know. Everyone knows that you call out everyone for living such fake lives. For taking advantage of their fame and sleeping with whoever they want just because they’re famous and they know they’ll do what ever they say. Yet you’re exactly the same. You pick up chick after chick as they all practically fling themselves onto you. You’re just a fucking hypocrite and I know you’re not going to do shit because you’re all talk.” Confidence pouring from your mouth as you take a step away from him, trying to create distance between the two of you. But he quickly takes another step forward closing your attempt.

“You almost sounded jealous there, what do you wish you could be one of them?” His smirk so wide you could see his gums poking out. You scoff at his remark.

“As if I would ever be with someone like you.” A look of disgust taking over you face at even the thought of sleeping with him. But like a disease, the thought continued to spread in your thoughts and slowly your face began to heat up. Suddenly the little space between you felt hot and you were wanting nothing more than to leave the room and distance yourself from him, but he had different plans.

“Is that so?” He continues stepping toward you and you back away from him. This continues until you feel you back hit the wall next to where you were once getting ready. A gasp leave your lips at the sudden contact but are quickly brought back by a hand on your jaw, turning you toward his face.

“Yes t-that’s so” You curse yourself at the stutter that manages to escape, the tension in between you finally getting to you, against your own wishes. A deep chuckle makes a shiver shoot down your spin.

“You don’t seem to confident in that answer. Come on where did all of that sass go? Don’t tell me the brat has lost her fight.” His free hand makes its way to the wall behind you, effectively caging you in-between it and his broad chest.

“I didn’t lose anything and I’m not a brat.” You clench your teeth, sure he could feel it through his hold. His grip tightens slightly against you as he brings you closer to his face. So close that you could now feel his warm breath fan across you as he spoke.

“Then prove it princess. Show me that you’re not just some goodie two shoes who’s gonna cry if she doesn’t get her way.” His face hovering just barely in front of yours. You look into his eyes and think about what he said. You could very easily just brush past him and walk out but it was something about the way he was staring you down that almost didn’t make you want to go. So, against you better judgement, you did the exact opposite. You raise your arm up, bringing it to his forearm. Moving your fingertips up the muscles of his thick arms, you watch goosebumps litter his skin. Once you get to his bicep you switch to having your full arm feel him as you continue to travel all the way to his neck, where you run your hand around the back of his neck, finger tips spreading throughout his hair. Bringing your eyes back to meet his, you take a handful of the soft locks and lightly tug it, earning a throaty groan from him. Using the leverage of control over his head, you bring him down so you are at level with his ear.

“Why don't you make me?” You say as you lean forward, giving his ear a small nibble before returning back to your spot against the wall. His face grows red at your sudden forwardness, and you chuckled before letting a smirk cross your lip. But when you watch as his eyes darken as he drinks you in, you find yourself subconsciously biting your bottom lip. His eyes flicker down to see you release your lip before bring his own to come crashing down.

Both of your lips meet in a fight for dominance, not wanting to just let him win and loose your ground. Your hands still tangled in his hair as you find yourself tugging on the stands as you fight for air. The sensation only further driving Bakugou to want more. His hand moves away from the wall and to you hip as the other travels to the back of your neck, pulling you further into him if it was even possible. Your lips move in perfect harmony as he pushes himself into you, his thigh separating your legs as he kept you pinned against the wall. You gasp as you feel his hand grab your ass, but he takes advantage of it and dives his tongue into your mouth. They meet in a battle of dominance, exploring every dip of each others mouth. Eventually he takes charge and you feel yourself moan into the kiss. Oblivious from the heated kiss, you had hardly noticed Bakugou’s hand slid down to the edge of your skirt until you felt him take a handful of your ass and squeeze.

You pull away from the kiss looking him in the eyes, lust glazed over them. You squeezed your thighs together but instead of getting any relief from the presser, it caused you rind down onto the thick thigh that was holding them apart. The friction making a surge of pleasure rip through you and the need to feel again grew. So you roll you hips forward, moaning from the rough jeans against your almost naked core, protected only by thin lace. It was almost as if something had came over you as you continued rolling your hips against his muscular thigh getting yourself closer to your own release. That was until two firm hands landed on either side of you hips, haltering your movement.

“Are you so desperate that you’re trying to get off by riding my thigh? If you want more all you have to do is ask princess.” Leaning down so that his head was right next to your ear, making sure you heard his next sentence. “Go ahead, I want to hear you beg for it.” The feeling of his lips on your neck make your hips involuntarily move as he searches for the sweet spot, but as soon as he finds it you’re a puddle of whimpers in his fingertips.

“Pl-please Bakugou- ughh- I need more” Barely able to get the words out any louder than a whine. Desperately trying to receive any form of please the man infront of you was willing to give to you. You shutter as you feel him chuckle against your skin.

“Is that all you got? You’re going to have to do better than that if you want this dick at all.” He returns to kissing against your neck, just light enough not to give you the pleasure you so desired.

“Fuck! Bakugou please! I need you to fill me up and fuck me until I can’t walk. Please I need your fat cock to just split me open.” If you could hear the words you were saying right now you would probably die of embarrassment but the amount of lust taking over your body made you not even think twice at the lewd confession. You feel his grasp on your hips tighten, his finger tips digging into your soft sides, surely leaving marks, as a groan leaves his lips at your begging. Quickly, he moves his hands from your side to underneath your hips, picking you up before placing you down on the sofa he once was on, pinning you between the soft cushion and his hard chest. You two met again in a passionate kiss, much messier than the first, spit was everywhere but you couldn’t care less you just wanted all of him. As he reached down to pull the drenched lace down your thighs you could feel his hard on press against your thigh and you couldn’t help but feel even more turned on by the fact he was liking this as much as you were. Pulling away from the kiss you feel him pant against your lips.

“Call me Katsuki baby, I want to hear you scream my name as I destroy this pretty little pussy of yours.” He almost couldn’t tear his gaze away from your soaked core, wanting nothing more than to devour you then and there. “Next time I’m going to have to eat you out but for now I want to feel you around me instead.” You feel yourself clench around nothing at the thought of there being a next time.

But suddenly your attention is grabbed when you feel his head press against your entrance, your head shoots down to see his massive cock rubbing against you, gathering all your slick with each stroke. Teasingly, he stops right as his tip is aligned with your hole, causing you to squirm as you craved to feel him deep inside you.

“Please Katsuki I can’t take it any more, I need you!” You bite down on your lip as you feel him start to push into you, feeling yourself stretch around his head as it dips further into you. Clenching around him at the pleasure of him filling you up.

“F-fuck Y/N you gotta stop squeezing me like that.” He struggled with trying to slowly push into you at how tight you were, so he did the next best thing. Thrusting his hips forward, he forces himself passed though the squeezing grip into you until you are filled to the brim with his cock. His head dipping back in ecstasy at how your walls hug around him. “Shit you’re so fucking tight.”

“P-please move.” Tears collect in your eyes at how full you were. Sure you may have been with other guys before but no one ever made you feel this full. Slowly he pulls out of you before rutting his hips forward to fill you back up. The way he was positioned, causing him to hit your g-spot. A moan leaving your lips as he starts moving his hip again, starting to pick up the pace before eventually he is slamming into you at an unforgiving speed.

The feeling of his vein dragging against your walls as he slams into your spongey wall causing you to cry out at the amount of intense pleasure you were feeling. Your hands make there way to his back, digging your nails into the muscle as you try to somehow control how you were feeling.

“Is my little princess already going to cum?” A yes barely makes it out of you as a mutter of profanities follow soon after. His hand reaches down to press into your clit causing a wave of heat to flood through you. While rubbing little circles into you, he leans down, kissing and sucking on your neck before speaking again. “Come on then baby girl, let me hear you. I want everyone in the whole building to know who’s making you feel this good.”

“God you Katsuki!! You do! Holy fuck you’re gonna make me cum” Your back arches as his pace becomes sloppy but he keeps increasing in power. You can feel the couch shaking at the intensity at which he’s slamming into you.

“Cum for me princess, cum all over me.” If the pleasure from him hitting both of your sweet spots wasn’t enough, the addition of his lewd words burning into your ear was enough to make you see stars. As he continued his assault on your body your vision went white as you chased your release, clenching tightly around him as your hands dragged down his back, marking it as your own as you felt yourself cum around the thick cock that pulsed inside of you. Watching your face be taken over in pure bliss and the feeling of you milking his dick had Bakugou painting the inside of your walls white within a few thrusts.

His pace started to slow down helping the both of you ride out your high. The room was filled with the sound of both of your uneven breathing as you both attempted to catch your breath. After a few minutes he pulled himself out of you and you immediately felt empty. He watched as his seed tried spilling out of you as you clenched at the sudden emptiness, and quickly brought his finger down to scoop it back up and push it back into you. He looked into your eyes as a smirk takes over his face.

“Maybe you aren’t as much of a goodie two shoes as I thought.” He grabs your hand and helps you to stand up and you feel your knees buckle under the weight. An arm is wrapped around you waist, stopping you from falling to the floor. As he held you, you felt his cum run down your thighs. You were about to ask him a question when a knock came from the door.

“Y/N you’re need for a mic check, make sure you hurry up because they’re waiting for you.” You heard the voice of your manager from out side of the room and a look of panic crosses your face but Bakugou just chuckles.

“You heard her princess, your audience awaits. We’ll just have to pick up where we left off after the show.” An evil smile on his face as he lets go of you and nudges you toward the door. As you step out of the room and make your way toward the where the stage was, you realized one thing.

That fucker didn’t give you back your underwear.

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hoekageyama · 4 years

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cmfrt

yaku morisuke x reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, uhhhh grey sweatpants (ik im sorry ew)

wc: ~3k

a/n: hi hi! this is my first piece, so pls go easy on me ._. this started off as something fluffy bc my desire for yaku content is thru the roof (as it should be), but ofc i got off the rails and went the soft smut route lmao oops. anyway, i hope u enjoy!

~ also! please don’t consume this content if you are not of age, thnx <3 ~

You and Yaku had been best friends for years. Having gone to the same middle school and practically being next door neighbors. Needless to say, you spent a lot of time together; you two were pretty much attached at the hip. So when Yaku told you that he’d also be going to Nekoma for high school, you were pretty excited but not really surprised.

Throughout high school, the two of you spent as much time together as possible, proving to be difficult at times with every ounce of Yaku’s free time being devoured by volleyball and the endless amounts of studying that was required for prepping for uni. All that aside, the two of you always found time for each other. Whether it be little lunch dates on the weekends, small study sessions in the library, or even facetime hangouts when you were both exhausted and too lazy to actually meet up face to face.

It felt like any other Friday when you and Yaku met up in the early morning to walk to school together. “Y/n, did you finish that history report yet? I’m almost done, but I need someone to review it so I don’t look like an idiot when I present on it.” Yaku ran a hand through his light brown hair and looked over to your slightly shorter form.

You turn to Yaku, noticing how his cheeks were slightly flushed due to the cold wind blowing directly in your faces. “Just about. I just need to finish my conclusion, but it shouldn’t take me too long to power through it. Also, yeah, I can take a look at it. No worries.” You turn away after answering the boy, and continue on your walk, thinking that was the end of that conversation. You can feel his gaze on you suddenly, leaving your cheeks to tint to that familiar shade of red. “Thanks. Also… are you free tonight?” he asks with slight notes of hesitation in his voice. You glance at him through the side of your eye noticing his fidgeting hands. “Yea, I’m free. What’s up?”

Without looking at you or answering, he slows his pace until he’s stopped. Standing and gazing out at the trees that lined the roads, watching as the Maple leaves are shed from their branches, showing the first true signs of winter. You stop alongside him and nudge him slightly with your elbow, “Why’d you ask so suddenly, Mori? Something up?”

He jumps slightly being pulled from his thoughts. He glances over at you, “Oh, uh, no reason really. I was just wondering if you’d wanna come over tonight to study and hangout. We can chill and watch movies like the old times. I have the house to myself and all so…” When you see his raised eyebrow and sly smirk grace his features, you feel your face heat up slightly.

You turn to him giggling, “Oooooh, Mori! I didn’t know you could be such a flirt!” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and forces you to start walking again. “If that’s what you call flirting, then the guys you talk to must be braindead.” He pulls you a little closer into his chest, laughing along with you now. You nuzzle your head into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, “Of course I’ll come. As long as you treat me to some takeout tonight.” He nods and smiles, looking at your slightly smaller form clinging to his for warmth. “Deal. We can stop by the store on our walk home, and I’ll get you whatever ya want.” You only nod in agreement, leaving the two of you to walk the rest of the way in a comfortable silence.

As the day moved on, you found yourself getting a bit anxious for your hangout with your best friend. It’s not like you haven’t slept over at his house before. In fact, you and Yaku practically slept at each other’s houses every weekend for as long as you can remember. But what was so different now? Oh yeah, that’s right. It’s because now you were painfully aware of your burning crush on the mighty libero.

The final bell signaling the day’s end rings as you make your way through the double doors of Nekoma. Making your way towards the gym, you see Kuroo and Kai standing by the entrance chatting. “Yo Tets! Kai! You guys seen Mori anywhere?” The two both wave in greeting as you move closer to the duo. “Yea, I think he’s getting changed right now. Should be out in a bit.” Kai states. “You two still aren’t dating yet? You guys act like you're married already.” says Kuroo, rustling your hair. “Oh shut uuuuup already.” you hear Yaku groan from inside the gym. “You’re so worried about our relationship when you can barely hold a conversation with a girl without looking like a nerd.” Yaku scoffs, punching Kuroo’s arm.

The four of you eventually split off into your own groups, making your way home for the weekend. The walk home doesn’t take very long. It’s filled with Yaku telling you about Kuroo’s horrible chemistry pickup lines and complaining about the test you both had coming up. Midway through, you both stopped at the store, picking out ample snacks for your movie night and some dinner for later.

Upon finally trudging through the icy winds, you arrive at Yaku’s house. He unlocks the door, but steps aside to let you in first. “What a gentleman!” you say jokingly as he laughs from your reaction. You slide your shoes off at the door and make a beeline straight for Yaku’s bedroom, plastic bag filled with goodies in hand. Yaku lets out a happy sigh and soon follows suit.

Once in Yaku’s room, you lie face down on his bed groaning. “What’s wrong now, princess?” he asks as he closes the door. Plopping down on the bed next to you with two juice pouches already in hand he nudges you gently to sit up. “I completely forgot to stop by my house to pick up clothes for tonight. All I have in my bag are gym clothes.” you sigh in exasperation as you take the pouch from his cold hands.

“Oh stop. You know you can always just use some of my clothes.” he shrugs while taking a sip of his juice. “I mean.. You’ve done it before. It’s not that big of a deal. I- if you’re ok with it, that is.” he says looking over to you, waiting for your response. You nod in response moving to lie in his lap.

If you didn’t know Yaku well enough, you wouldn’t have noticed the way he tenses slightly, ears the tiniest bit redder than they were moments ago braving the cold of the outside world. “Well then, get me something comfy because I need to get out of this skirt asap!” you say brushing down the edges of your skirt, putting them into place. “I’ll say..” he mumbles. You barely heard it, but it makes your cheeks grow a little red.

After you both finish your drink, you see him disappear into his closet only to emerge moments later with two sets of clothes in hand. He tosses a black t-shirt and a pair of red shorts to you on the bed. Both of which, landing right on top of your face. “I’ll go shower up first since I don’t take ages like some people.” he says with a smirk as he reaches the door.

You giggle hearing his mocking tone “Ok that was one time! And to be fair, it was all your fault. My hair smelled like Yakuult for days after!” He blushes slightly remembering the incident, but chooses to only shake his head laughing to himself as he continues his pursuit for the bathroom.

You lie in his bed scrolling through some app on your phone when you hear the door open. Yaku returns, toweling off his lightly dampened hair, clad in just a pair of grey sweatpants that seem to barely hand onto his waist. You feel your thighs press together tightly as he throws a hoodie on, turning to see your flustered state. “What? Am I too hot for ya?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Oh shut up!” you groan, rushing passed him and right out the door. You quickly hop into the shower once in the bathroom to cool off your burning cheeks, praying that you can keep it together for the rest of the night.

Soon enough, you’re all dry, dressed, and heading for Yaku’s room. As you close the door, you see Yaku sitting at his desk running his fingers through his hair. Yaku had been working on his history paper while you were in the shower, and it seems he isn’t making much progress. You grab your back and move to sit by him, brushing against his leg with your own on the way down. He feels a shiver rush down his spine at the sudden delicate touch. “You ok, Mor?” you ask when you see him nodding profusely in response. “Yeah just can’t get this paper done. It’s like my mind is racing, but I can’t focus.” You rub his back and lean over to view his paper in front of him. The way you’re positioned isn’t helping Yaku’s brain one bit.

Yaku places a hand on your lower back, ogling at the way your back arches naturally reacting to his touch. He smooths out the back of your shirt, admiring the swell of your ass. He flushes a bit, feeling a dull throb and a tightness beginning to form in his sweatpants, when he notices how short you made the shorts after rolling the waistband up a few times to ensure they’d fit.

You subconsciously rub your thighs together a little while reading through his history report. You hoped that Yaku wouldn’t notice, but unlucky for you he did. He continued rubbing your back, slightly lowering his hand little by little until you felt his rough hand caress your ass. You turned around to look at him, but were met with eyes glazed over in lust. “Hey Mor, you ok?” you ask confused. “I’m fine, baby. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” he says as he drops his hand into his lap in an attempt to conceal the bulge that began growing in his sweats. You shake your head giggling, moving back to your original position next to him. “Nah it’s all good, babe. Just…” you lose all train of thought you possibly had when you glance down and notice the outline of something in his sweatpants. “Hey, y/n, listen. I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen, I promise. I- I just think you look really good in my clothes…. Sorry.” he quickly spits out.

He began shuffling to get up from you when you reach out and clamp a hand around his wrist. “Why are you apologizing, babe? I should probably be the one apologizing. Especially when you’ve made me like this.” you say bashfully, leading his hand to the wet spot that was now visible in the red shorts you wore. He groaned upon feeling the dampness. “What’s all this, princess? Why so wet already?” he coos into your ear, continuing to rub his rough hands against your clothed core.

After building up the courage to get this far, you threw all caution to the wind. “You, Mori. Fuck! I want you to touch me, please.” you let out a little moan as you palmed him through his sweats. You could tell just how hard he was through his pants. “Fuck, baby, I’ll do whatever you want. Just please let me fuck you.” he groans when you press a little harder onto his hardened cock.

Everything that happened next was a blur. Lips smashed together, tongues dancing, teeth clashing every now and then. You finally part lips, gasping for air as he tugs his hoodie off over his head. You follow suit, removing your shirt and shorts, leaving you standing nearly bare in between his legs as he lounged in his desk chair.

His eyes never leave yours as he unhooks your bra, allowing it to fall to the floor with a thud. His hands smooth over your breasts, rolling and pinching a nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers. He places open mouthed kisses from your jawline down to the swell of your breasts. Leaning back to take in the view once more he groans, saying, “You’re so beautiful, baby. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding these from me all this time.” you only moan as he moves in to nip at one of your pert nipples. Your hands immediately reach for his light brown locks and begin to tug in response to the stimulation.

His hands move to your lower body pulling off your lace underwear until they drop to the floor. You kick them aside before he grips your hips tightly. “Mo- Mori please, let me ride your cock.” you say through moans as he lightly trails a finger through your soaked folds. He removes his mouth from your chest with a lewd popping sound. He stands up to pull his sweats lower and sits back down in his seat. You take a moment to ogle at the sight before you. His cock, painfully hard, dripping precum from the swollen head. You grab his shoulders and move in to kiss him as his grip returns to your hips.

He hoists you up onto his lap, making you straddle the length in his lap. When your wet core makes contact with the length below you, you let out a lewd moan and grind in his lap. He hisses at the contact and tightens his grip on you to stop you from moving. “Patience, princess.” he groans out as you finally stop your ministrations. He lifts you slightly, aligning himself with your hole before looking up to you for approval. You simply nod your head and lower yourself onto his cock little by little. It isn’t too above average in length, but damn did he make up for it in girth.

You both hiss at the feeling of him being sheathed completely inside your tight cunt, neither of you moving to allow for you both to regain some composure. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight!” he groans, “Just let me know when you want to start moving.” You only nod your head, savoring the delicious stretch in your core.

As soon as you regain your bearings, you look up to him with glazed eyes, “Mori, mo- move please.” He attaches your mouth to his and gently lifts you, gripping your ass tightly. Before long, he let you take control. The pace you set is slow at first while you kiss him tenderly, running a hand through his hair, tugging gently every so often. His cock hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you, causing you to erupt in another lewd moan of his name. You feel him twitch inside you, he speeds up the pace a bit bringing your ass down harder each time he lifts you.

Before long you feel that familiar heat in your core building inside you. “Ah fuck, I’m c- close” you moan out as he snaps his hips up to meet yours. The sound of his balls slapping your ass is nearly enough to set you off, but when he reaches a hand down to place sloppy circles around your clit. The coil of heat building up finally snaps, and you’re thrown head first into the bliss of ecstasy.

Yaku groans feeling you tighten around his length. He continues fucking you through your high, and his pace begins to get sloppy before he pulls out frantically. Before he can ask you, you get on your knees in front of him and take him into your mouth. He hisses at the feeling of your tongue gliding over his swollen head and throws his head back in pleasure. With one hand in your hair, he pulls you lower onto his cock as he bursts ribbons of heat down the back of your throat.

After removing himself from your mouth and tucking himself back into his sweats, he pulls you back into his lap. He places a gentle kiss on your lips, holding you tightly in his arms. “Mori, I’m cooooooold.” you whine into his shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed, huh?”

He moves you onto his bed and quickly disappears to the bathroom. You see him return with a damp washcloth and a cup of water in hand. You let him clean you off as you look around the room for your clothes. “I’ll get you some new clothes ok? Just relax and drink your water while I put these washing.” he says, motioning to the pile of clothes on the floor. He hands you some garments and you quickly get dressed as he moves about the house.

He later returns, only to see you waiting for him with the takeout you had gotten earlier. He plops down beside on the bed for the second time tonight and pulls you into a hasty kiss. “You’re mine, right? I love you so much. I’ve dreamt of this for years. Please stay with me.” he says as he looks deep into your e/c eyes, while cupping your cheeks with his hands. “How can I say no?” you giggle, smashing your lips into his once more before chowing down on your takeout meals. The rest of the night is spent with the two of you cuddled up watching terrible rom-coms. The history report, long forgotten. That can wait for tomorrow.

- again, i’m so sorry at how trashy this is written lmaodfadfj

- if u did read it tho, tysm! ily & maybe send me some suggestions on what to write next. i’m down for whatever rlly. i’m trying to write more often so this is kinda just a warm up for now.

#yaku #yaku morisuke #yaku x yn #yaku x reader #yaku morisuke x reader #yaku morisuke x yn #yaku smut #yaku morisuke smut #all these tags make my head hurt #hoekageyama #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x yn #yaku.txt #hq.txt #hq_xx.txt #maddlibs

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lets-get-kraken-boys · 4 years

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FatGum (Taishiro Toyomitsu) X Chubby! Confectioner/Baker! Reader: Sweets and Treats~

(Description: Woo, I’m so excited for my first story on this account! This inspiration came to me after thinking about our one and only, favorite chubby pro hero and me wanting to see some puppy love for you two. Also, the title says Confectioner/Baker, I want to clarify that Reader isn’t truly a baker but I feel like “Confectioner” wouldn’t reach as large of a crowd as “Baker” would, not a big deal but just FYI. I hope my first fic is enjoyed by those who choose to read, thank you for the support.)

Fanfiction Lingo

(Y/N) - Your Name

(H/C) - Hair Color

(E/C) - Eye Color

(F/C) - Favorite Color

“Normal speech.”

‘Inner thoughts.’

Requester: No One!

Reader Gender: Female (She/Her)

Style of Story: Oneshot // Entirely fluff, a pinning love on both ends, and a happy end to boot! There is one little heartbreak moment, but it’s over in a second.

Word Count: 4.5K Words

WARNING(s): None, unless you see adorable, tooth-rotting fluff as a crime!

“Morning, Tammy! Lovely day, isn’t it?” you greeted your employee with a bright smile as she stumbled through the door into your bakery.

She huffed, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, “Sure, but I’ve hardly been up long enough to notice it. How are you always so peppy this early?” She pointed to the mechanical clock ticking from the left wall that read ‘4:04 AM’. You glanced outside and saw hardly anyone walking through the streets, except the occasional drunkard or lonely soul.

You bashfully shrugged your shoulders, “Well, after years of suffering waking up at three in the morning, you kinda get used to the torment! But, hey, so happy we got the shop far away from the center of the city, you can actually see the sunrise from here!” you tried to help her look on the bright side as you handed her one a cup of one of your homemade coffee brews. She took a sip of the drink and let out a content sigh through her nose, a small, but thankful smile on her face.

“You know, for being a confectioner, you make some pretty solid coffee. What is that?” her eyebrows furrowed as she asked, taking another swig to figure out the secret intense flavor.

You giggled, “That’s probably the nutmeg I added. Is it good?”

“More like fantastic, (Y/N). Trying out new recipes again?” she asked over her shoulder, hanging up her light jacket that protected her from the early morning breeze while grabbing her apron. Though, it being July in Japan, she probably wouldn’t need it again for a while.

“Yeah, I think this one will really please the early risers. It gives a special sort of kick to the taste, don’t you think?” you asked while gently sliding open the glass case that held all of the beautifully decorated pastries, grabbing a pair of tongs and a small floral ceramic plate, carefully placing a fresh Apple Strudel onto the plate, and setting it down on the counter.

“Totally. Hey, can I have a--,” Tammy stopped mid-sentence as she turned around to see the delectable treat already waiting for her.

“Your breakfast awaits, m’lady~,” you slurred out in a fake British accent with a cheesy smirk and a dramatic bow.

She scoffed, “You dork. Am I really that predictable?” she asked, scarfing down the pastry in a matter of seconds as she leaned on the counter.

“Yeah, you kinda are,” you joked as she playfully shoved your plush side.

“You know,” she continued, looking down at the gooey food, “It’s a shame you aren’t more popular with the people. You have a great location, an amazing personality and work staff, if I do say so myself, and don’t even get me started on the incredible stuff you make,” she praised.

“Oh, stop it, Tammy. You’re gonna make me blush,” you flushed from her sincere words, “Besides, I’ve only been open for two weeks, it’s going to be slow for awhile. It’ll ramp up eventually.”

“Yeah, I guess, but you can’t deny that your baked goods are better than most of the others in the country! One day, when people get their heads out of their asses, these little gifts of magic are going to make you RICH!” she threw her lanky airs up into the air and around your shoulders. She spun your smaller frame in a circle while the two of you laughed.

“Ha! Yeah yeah, I know! Now, stop your messing around and come help me fill the rest of these Cream Horns.” you concluded while you pat her taller shoulder. She groaned at the request but gave you a tiny nod. Tammy turned around while tying her short, brown hair into a messy bun, readying herself for the busy day ahead. You smiled while she retreated to the kitchen but before you went to follow her you decided to look out the window again.

Shuffling your legs over to the windows, you got a clear view of the rising sun and all its glory, the hints of yellow, orange, pink, red, and even blue from the night's previous dark veil still clung onto the brightening sky. Somehow you had this weird feeling that today something life changing was going to happen. You didn’t know if you should be excited or worried, but you decided to push those thoughts aside and continue on to the back of the shop where you could already hear the clutter and clang of falling pans, no doubt Tammy’s handy work.

Oh, if you only knew how right your hunch was…

~ Timeskip to a little later in the day and a P.O.V change to FatGum ~

“How much longer do I have for patrol?” I asked myself, pulling out my phone to check the time. The time read ‘9:12 AM’ and I huffed, still a couple more hours to go. Putting the device back in my pocket with a grimace but quickly faked a smile as I continued down the bustling street. The active community, excited civilians, and eager children usually never fails to put a smile on my face, but today everything just felt like a drag. I was sluggish, unfocused, and I couldn’t understand why. I shook my head, get your head in the game, Taishiro. You don’t have time to let your mind wander on duty.

After what seemed like hours, but was more than likely only 15 minutes, I felt my stomach let out a rumbling growl which made me groan. I stopped walking on the sidewalk and took a second to consider the situation, wandering the city for a couple of hours with nothing too exciting to do really works up an appetite, and I do need to keep up my strength. I’m a hero after all, and denying myself is like ignoring my civic duty to protecting the people! At this point, I’ll take any excuse to get out of this pointless shambling. But the REAL question is, what to get? I glanced around the street and noticed a few shops further down the block that looked to be food related. I smirked, perfect.

I wove through the few people occupying the area, past a few excited teenagers who asked for autographs, and eventually made it to the shops. Looking around I saw some insurance shops, an enticing Pad Thai sit down, and few others, but the one that caught my eye was a cutesy, (F/C)-painted bakery named, “Queen of Tarts”. Chuckling at the interesting name choice, I looked inside the establishment through the plexiglass windows.

The inside carried a light, fluffy atmosphere, pastel colored walls combining with the checkered tile floor caused a small smile out of me. A few small tables with delicate iron chairs here and there, but the real prize were the copious amounts of sweets that were displayed in the glass cases. Each were different colors, sizes, but they all looked delicious. Feeling my stomach grumble, I grabbed the door handle, flung it open, and walked into the scrumptious smelling shop. After walking in, the tiny jingle of bells alerting the workers of my presence, I finally saw the most stunning sweet of all.

“Hi, welcome to the Queen of Tarts, how may I help you today?” the gorgeous woman at the counter asked but it didn’t register in my brain because I was already lost in thought. Her adorable (H/C) hair framed her face to show her soft, chubby cheeks, her eyes glistened in the sunlight, and her smile, oh, it completely lit the room with its radiance. Curves in all the right places, I felt my cheeks heat up as I let out a nervous laugh, cursing my inner self for not holding it together. Seriously, I can face the nastiest of villains but throw one pretty lady in front of me and I fall apart? Fantastic. Realizing I wasn’t answering, I quickly stepped forward and cleared my throat.

“Uh, yeah. Hi,” ‘Wow, so smooth, Taishiro,’ I criticized in my head, “I...haven’t seen this store here before, you new?” I offered a smile, which she returned tenfold, making me even more flustered.

“Yes, actually! I set up shop here only a few weeks ago, finally settling in with the hustle and bustle of city life.” she finished, leaning in closer against the marble counter with her arms crossed.

“City life? You didn’t grow up here?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “Grew up on more of the countryside style of life. I love the city though, do you?”

“Yeah, you gotta get used to it when you spend all your time protecting it.” I let a hint of boasting attitude out, hoping she’d realize who I am.

“Ha, I hear ya! I do my own share of ‘protecting’ around here too. Well, if you count making goodies, that is.” she giggled, standing up and walking over to the glass containers. I deflated a little, guess that wasn’t going to work this time. I shuffled over to where she was standing and looked down at the treats they offered.

“So, kind stranger, what is it you’ll be having?” she asked after a minute of me inspecting the pastries. The problem with not being picky about what you eat, means there are tons of more options than that of others, and when all the items look equally as delectable, you get a little overwhelmed. Plus, the fact that a beautiful woman whom I would very much like to not embarrass myself in front of is waiting for my answer doesn’t help.

I gulped, “I don’t know, they all look amazing. What’s your favorite?” I asked, hoping to know a little more about her.

“Oh, gosh, let me think…” she pouted, resting her head on the palm of her hand while looking deep in thought at the treats. The adorable crease of her eyebrows scrunched together, the tip of her tongue poking out in concentration, her lovely, curvalicious body...that’s it, I’m so screwed.

“I think I’d go for the Chocolate Cream Puff,” her answer drawing both me and her out of our distracted states, “My dad taught me years ago this amazing chocolate ganache recipe and I drizzle that all over the tops of homemade pastry puffs and the whipped filling, ugh! It’s to die for, seriously!” she finished, a sparkle in her (E/C) eyes that fueled the fire in my gut. She spoke about food just as passionately as I did! She’s perfect.

Without thinking, I quickly said, “I’ll take ten.”

~ (Y/N) P.O.V ~

“Alright, there you go, 10 Chocolate Cream Puffs. Have a wonderful day, sir!” I said with a bright smile.

“Please, call me Taishiro. And you are..?” he asked.

I flushed, I’m such a klutz, “(Y/N), pleasure to meet you, Taishiro. I hope you enjoy them and come back to visit m...us! Come visit us again!” I hastily fixed my wording.

As he smiled and waved goodbye, I rolled the tension out of my shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. It’s okay, he was nice...and cute...and...really handsome. Wow, I am I sweating?

“HOLY CRAP!” I jumped as I heard Tammy squeal out behind me, I spun around to look at her standing in the doorway to the back, watching the leaving guest with an awestruck face.

“What?! Where’s the fire?!” I shouted running up to her, grabbing the edge of my apron.

“(Y/N), look at me,” she grabbed my shoulders and forced me to stare into her hazel eyes, “Do you know who that was?”

I shrugged my shoulders as best as I could under her vice grip, “A customer, right?”

“A custom--ugh, curse you for not keeping up with the media,” she yelled while flinging her arms to the sky in exasperation before shoving them back on my shoulders, “(Y/N), that wasn’t just any old customer! That was the FatGum!”

I blinked, “Uh, who?”

“Aarrghh! The rank 58 Pro Hero in Japan! What did you say to him?!” I paled as her words sunk in. My legs felt like jelly and I wanted to lie on the floor and die of embarrassment as she raved on about my ignorance.

‘Oh, so I’ve fallen for a Pro Hero. Awesome.’

~ Timeskip to a few weeks later, same P.O.V ~

Who knew meeting a Pro Hero and potentially having a crush on him could be so amazing? After Taishiro, who is apparently a hero named FatGum, left the store, he personally posted on his main platform of media about the shop and how incredible the desserts were! Of course, to get a compliment from a hero who's Quirk is literally based around food, who’s eaten hundreds of thousands of different dishes, for him to specifically point out your’s brought the media swarming. Business went from nearly dead to tons of people coming in at all open hours! It was fantastic, and the handsome gentleman kept his promise of continually coming in and buying heaps of pastries.

You sighed, leaning against the marble counter after helping a few beautiful ladies buy some tarts, watching their desirable, attractive forms leave the shop and walk past the window. Looking around the busy lounge area, all of the customers were stunning, unique, and most of all thin. You glanced down at yourself, insecurities filling your mind about your appearance and unsurprisingly flickering back to the man plaguing your thoughts. You poked the chub, would he? No. He probably already has someone and even if he didn’t, why would he go for you? You’re a no one to him, someone who just sells him baked goods to fuel his Quirk, nothing more.

“Hey, boss man, what’s up?” Asher, a friend and employee of yours, asked while spinning you away from the counter to face him, drawing Tammy’s attention from her place on the stool behind the counter.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Asher. Just distracted is all, I’m fine!” you sighed and faked a smile.

Asher pulled a skeptical look and without looking at Tammy he said, “She’s thinking about him again, isn’t she?”

Tammy, like it was her sixth sense to pick up on gossip, flung herself to Asher’s side with the same skeptical look, “Yep, it’s so obvious.”

“I-It is?!” you yelped, pulling your hands up to your cheeks to hide your growing blush.

“What are we gonna do about them, Tam?” he asked, still not looking at her but instead grabbing your chin and tiling your head from side to side to inspect you.

“I don’t know what else to do, Ash. He so likes her back but both are too scared to make the first move. Truly a dilemma.” she said, twirling a lock of your (H/C) hair.

“Wait, he does?! How do you know?” you pleaded but they weren’t paying any attention to you anymore, making you puff out your pudgy cheeks in frustration. Opting to ignore them, you listened to the aimless chatter of the seating area. The ambiance of the confectionery made you smile because it was exactly how you’d pictured it as a little girl, the sweet smells, the laughter, it finally felt like home after all these years in the making. All your hard work was paying off in the end. Suddenly, the ringing bells of the door opening drew your attention. Glancing back, you caught a glimpse of a familiar yellow and orange clad figure whose head almost touched the ceiling. You gasped and shoved your friends off of you and to the backroom, spun around, and greeted your favorite customer with a bashful smile.

“Taishiro! How lovely to see you again,” but you quickly noticed it wasn’t just him. Two teenage boys, one with striking red hair and a warm smile and the other trembling and hiding inside of his cloak’s hood, were by FatGum’s side, which made you ask, “And who is this with you?”

“(Y/N), this is Eijirou Kirishima and Tamaki Amajiki, they are training under me for hero internships. I wanted to bring them here so they could try your wicked sweets!” he finished, making you blush even harder.

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you, FatGum! It’s a pleasure to meet you, boys.” you finished, holding out your hand for them to shake.

The red-headed boy, Kirishima, shook your hand with a gentle, but strong grip, “Same here! I’ve heard all about this place because of the news, sorry I couldn’t come sooner!”

“Oh, that’s alright, and it’s wonderful to meet you, Tamaki.” you held out your hand, but all you got from him was a curt nod as he shrunk further into his suit.

“You’ll have to forgive, Amajiki, he’s sort of shy.” Taishiro chuckled, rubbing his hand behind his head.

You pulled your hand back with an understanding smile, “No problem, I totally get social anxiety. Happens to the best of us, I’m afraid.”

“No way,” you suddenly heard Tammy mumble behind you, no doubt to Asher, “He brought his kids to see her. Did not expect that. I respect the flex.”

“Isn’t that a little far for first base material?” Asher whispered back to her. You proceeded to shoot them a terrifying glare and subtly kick both of them in the shins, a symbol for them to scram. They gulped and hobbled off to the back to avoid your wrath while you huffed and whipped your hair out of your face with a smile.

“Anyways, since the three of you are here, what would you boys like? It’s on the house!” you confidently boasted.

Taishiro gasped, “(Y/N), no. I can’t do that to you, we’ll pay.”

“Ah, ah, ah, Taishiro. You are by far the most paying of customers and since you’re my favorite of all I want to give this to you. Call it, uh, thank you present for all the publicity you’ve given my store! I couldn’t have made it this far without you.” you grinned.

He sighed and, though it could have been your imagination, blushed a little, “At least let me pay for my portion. I get considerably more than them.”

“Nope, it’s already been decided! Kirishima, what would you like?” you changed the topic before Taishiro could argue with you again. He rolled his eyes, clear girl.

“Hmm,” Kirishima thought, “Do you have anything with strawberries?”

“I got just the thing for you. How about a Strawberry Turnover?” you directed him over to the case with the pastry. He took one glance and excitedly nodded his head and you smiled, grabbed the sweet with a clean pair of tongs, placed it on a napkin, and handed it over to the young man. He grinned and shoveled the pastry into his mouth without hesitation.

“Thanks so much, Miss (Y/N)! It’s delicious!” he praised through a mouth full of food, making you giggle at his silliness. Walking back over to the registrar, you saw Tamaki looking at you. When he was caught, he gasped, quickly spun around, and hid himself away from you by pressing into FatGum’s body.

“What would you like, Tamaki?” you patiently asked. Taishiro looked at you with doubt and started saying something but you quickly shushed him and continued to wait for the teen’s answer.

Knowing that you weren’t going to give up, Tamaki quietly mumbled out, “D-D-Do you...have anything with...b-black raspberry? I-If you don’t that’s fine too, I-I didn’t mean to sound too rude or--”

“I believe I do,” you quickly interrupted so he didn’t go into a spiraling haze of self doubt, “Would a Black Raspberry Lychee Cake suffice, Tamaki?”

“Y-Yes, Miss (Y/N)...” he sighed in relief, glancing at you with tears in his eyes. You gave him a reassuring smile and grabbed the treat for him, handing it to FatGum so he could hold on to it for Tamaki.

“And now, what’ll you have, kind stranger?” you grinned as he chuckled.

“I’ll take my usual then, 10 Chocolate Cream Puffs, please.” he concluded while giving a sweet grin.

You snarked, “You always get the same thing every time, Taishiro. Don’t you wanna try anything else? I promise they’re poisoned.” you smirked.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, “Are you sure about that?” he joked.

“Taishiro! What kind of business would I be if I poisoned all my guests?” you laughed at him.

“Okay, okay, I’ll try something different, ma’am. Do you have anything with pineapple?” he asked with curiosity.

“You betcha. How does a Pineapple Poke Cake sound, sir?” you interrogated. You saw stars glisten in his eyes and you giggled at his excitement.

“How many?” you joked.

“I’ll take 12!” he concluded, blissfully staring off into space.

You packaged up his request in a cutesy (F/C) box with your confectionery’s logo and, biting your lip in apprehension, decided that if he wasn’t going to make his move then you would. You quickly wrote down your phone number on top of the box in Sharpie and signed off your name with a small black heart. As you finished the lettering you stared at the box and thought about your previous insecurities. There was still time, still time to take out the pastries, put them in a new box, and forget the whole number thing ever happened.

“Hey, don’t you dare take out those treats and put them in a new box, you hear me, girl?!” you heard a tiny male voice whisper above you. Startled, you looked up to see Tammy and Asher peeking through the window that let the customers see into the back of the bakery to watch the baking happen. You glared at the two, so they had been watching you try and confess your feelings to the fluffy hero in a discreet way.

“What am I supposed to do? What if he doesn’t like me and all the signs I’ve been getting from him are me making up a love story that is never going to happen between us?! What if by doing this I ruin our relationship and he makes sure the business tanks?! This is my life's work and I’m putting it on the line for a stupid chance at love!” you whisper yelled at them, the familiar feeling of fear and pain coursing through your system from previous failed love confessions.

“You really think a sweet man like that is going to make your life’s dream completely fall to pieces?” Tammy questioned and you exhaled, shaking your head ‘no’.

“Then go out there and get yo mans! You have to at least try and snatch that, I have to see my OTP become canon!” she sent a determined glare at you, grabbed the box, shoved it in your hands, spun you around, and pushed your forward. You stumbled and almost tripped onto the floor but caught yourself on the marble counter. Standing up tall, you took a deep breath in and urged your legs to move forward. Getting to the registrar, you smiled at Taishiro and the boys and handed over the box to FatGum after giving a subtle cough.

“Thank you for everything, Taishiro, you’ve helped me in ways you could never imagine. Now, I hope you boys come back sometime!” you spoke to the teens, Kirishima grinning at you with his shark-like teeth.

“Will do, Miss (Y/N)! I couldn’t stay away from this place even if I tried, your desserts are the BOMB!” he laughed, punching his fists together in excitement.

“...Thank you, Miss (Y/N).” Tamaki shyly whispered, giving you half a grin before cowering away once more.

“Don’t mention it, loves! Now, Taishiro, remember that I said this is on the--whoa! Are you okay?” you asked the man. His face was almost as red as his student’s hair, his eyes wide and unfocused as he stared at the top of the box, where your number neatly sat. You gulped, maybe it was the wrong decision after all.

Waving a nervous hand in front of Taishiro’s face, it seemed to break him from his spellbound state as he glanced at your eyes, “Are you...feeling okay, Taishiro?”

He looked at you with a shaken gaze as he laughed off his nerves while saying, “Y-Yeah! Just, um...yeah...you...let’s go, boys! Gotta get back to the patrol! Bye, (Y/N)!” he said while ushering the confused boys away from the counter and to the door. You felt your heart shatter into dozens of pieces as you turned your head down to conceal your sorrowed expression from the rest of the lounge area. You felt your eyes wet with tears but you used the sleeve of your white button down you dry them, you have to stay strong. At least you got it off your chest. Sniffling, you turned your head back up only to see FatGum’s face, only he was suddenly a lot more chiseled in the face and body and wow, did it just get hot in here?

“I forgot one thing.” he said with a flustered smile. You, less heartbroken then before just more confused, shrugged your shoulders in question. He then grasped your shoulders, tilted his head to the side, and planted a loving and firm kiss on your right cheek. You felt your face melt into a puddle of red as he held the kiss for a few seconds longer than anticipated but eventually released your cheek, staring back at you with the same expression as you.

“Did you really think I was going to leave without paying you back, cream puff?” he chuckled with a grin.

“I-I, um…” no longer sorrowed, your brain couldn’t catch up with the fact that he most definitely liked you back.

“Heh, you’re cute when you’re flustered for me. I’ll text you later, okay? Keep on the look out for me!” he said, backing up from the counter, only to grow immensely in size as he returned to the state you had met the hero in. He waved goodbye as he walked back to Kirishima who was practically bouncing off the walls in his excitement.

“Congratulations on the relationship, Miss (Y/N)!” the teen sang out as the three of them left the store to patrol the streets for their hero duties once again.

The entire restaurant was silent as they watched your chubby form turn into a puddle of emotions and ditzy giggles, the only thing that was heard was a loud, “YES! IT’S CANON, BABY!”

~ The End ~

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thewalkingdead-imagines · 4 years

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Negan Imagine ~ Chocolate

Summary: Even the big bad wolf can be cheered up with the little things in life, especially if they’re a gift from the Reader

Exhaustion was stuck in your bones when you heft yourself up the last flight of stairs, up to the last floor of the Sanctuary and back to the office you shared with Negan. You dreaded all the paper work that was waiting for you, all the inventories, all the outposts that had sent requests for supplies and all the lists of fuck knows what. Working by Negan’s side was always something you enjoyed, if you wouldn’t you probably wouldn’t have risen up to the high position you were in now but you’d both been working since the early morning ours and you were tired of it all. Sighing you looked down at the bar of chocolate that you’d carried all the way up here, from the new supplies that had come in an hour ago and that had been a more than a satisfying distraction from the paperwork you’d been wrapped up in. The bar in your hand was his favorite, you’d seen him going right for it every other time you were checking the new supplies together and as soon as you’d seen it this time you’d grabbed it, hoping that it would cheer him a little up. Yawning you made your way down the hallway, the noise that left your lips bouncing sightly off the gray walls along with the sound of your shuffling footsteps until you finally moved in front of the office door, keeping your gift form him a little hidden to have a bit of a surprise effect. You pushed the door open, immediately seeing Negan sitting slumped over his side of the desk, still writing some list as you stepped inside. “Welcome back to hell, Sweetheart”, Negan chuckled as soon as he heard the door squeaking, only glimpsing slightly up, not enough to see what you had in your hands but enough to reveal the exhaustion that was spread all over his face,”How did the run turn out?” “Pretty good actually, found a bunch of usable supplies”, you said as you closed the door behind you and stepped toward your side of the table before you stretched your hand that held the bar a little towards him ,”And this one here.” Curiously he looked up, the movement faster than all others you’d seen of him all day long before surprise mixed into the look on his face as he stared at the chocolate bar. “Holy fuck”, he chuckled, a grin starting to tuck on the corners of his lips as he looked with raised brows at you,”For me?” “Yes”, you nodded, watching as he took the chocolate into his hands and you moved to sit down in the comfy leather office chair, ”found it between some other goodies.” “Shit, those are my favorites”, he mumbled, the grin now taking over his whole face before his glance moved from the bar and hooked with yours again, the tone in his voice still a little astounded,”How did you know?”

“Well, That’s the one you always take when they come back with some sweet stuff”, you said, shuffling your chair a little closer to the table while Negan’s eyes stayed fixed on you, enough to let a heat grow in you that spread slowly but surely thorough your body. “You noticed?”, he asked, the tone not as teasing or playful as you were used to, still rather astonished while the wide grin was fading a little, turning into a genuine smile. If it hadn’t been for the tone and the smile you would’ve felt weird for a moment, as if noticing would be an odd thing to do, as if it would instantly reveal that you felt more for him than you wanted to admit. And while you still felt a little caught, there was more warmth sneaking into you than embarrassment. “Sure, I mean we’re always checking the supplies together, ‘cept for today”, you said, still trying to shrug it a little off as you went to sort the papers on your desk, distracting yourself from the warmth that kept spreading through your body. “And I thought you could use something that cheers you up with this mess going on in here”, you added, nodding to the pile of papers on his own desk while another laugh fell from his lips. “Oh for sure”, he nodded, the same astounded look as before stuck on his face as he scratched the salt and pepper stubble that was covering his cheeks, “I just-“ “What?”, you asked softly, after he’d stopped abruptly before he started to shake his head, looking as if he was the one now that had been caught. “Nothing, I’m just not used to someone-“,he started again, only to stop just as abruptly as before,”Nothing.” You didn’t push any further, though you kept glimpsing at him as he gulped thickly, almost as if he was trying to recollect himself as he started to strip some of the plastic off the bar and took a big bite off of it, groaning a little as soon as he could taste the bitter sweetness of the dark chocolate. “But shit...this is awesome”, he mumbled after gulping the first bite down, the grin slipping back on his lips as he licked his lips and sighed deeply, leaning forward to grasp your hand and squeeze it softly,”Thank you Sweetheart. Fuck, you just made my fucking day a whole lot better.” Your body instantly responded to his touch, turning the warmth into heat as a small tingle grew in you, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the man in front of you as he took another bite, still keeping his hand right where it was. “Fuckin love these fuckers! Give my tastebuds a fucking orgasm”, he grumbled, grimacing a little dramatically in pleasure while another groan rumbled up his throat. “Yeah, I can tell”, you chuckled as you nodded towards him, and watched him pointing at his face. “That’s not my damn cum face though!” “Sure.” “I can show you.” “Yeah, I bet”, you laughed, feeling some more heat rising into your cheeks as you tried to distract yourself and moreover Negan from noticing the effect he had on you,“You should eat that bar, it’s already melting.” “‘Cause I’m too goddamn hot”, Negan chuckled with a wink, taking another bite as you shook your head with another laugh, still feeling his hand wrapped around yours. “Fucking idiot”, you laughed only letting the grin on Negan’s lips grow wider, holding your glance. “Y’know now that you got me this treasure, it’s time for my ol’ ass to return the damn favor, huh?”, he looked at you, holding the rest of the bar up for a moment, the excitement still plastered all over his face. “You can, but I didn’t do this to get something from you.” Another time, you would have probably teased him back and would’ve made something up for him to get you, but for some reason that didn’t feel right now. He’d been so happy about something as simple as the chocolate, had been on top of that almost bewildered that you’d noticed something as small as his preference for this specific brand, that you just wanted to keep it as you had originally planned it, a little joy for him, nothing else. “I know, that’s kinda the point”, Negan said, taking another bite with relish before his mine got a tiny bit more serious again. “Can’t really remember the last time someone did that kinda stuff just for me, Y’know without tongue in cheek”, he said, and by the way his grin was even a little too wide for him for a moment, you could tell that this simple gesture meant more to him than you’d first thought. He was more than he was showing outside this very room, he wasn’t just that tough big bad wolf, he certainly had a soft core as well, even if he was trying to keep it under the covers. Negan’s shifting made you return from your thoughts back to him as he cleared his throat a little before he nodded towards you. “And besides that, Sweetheart, a little pampering wouldn’t hurt ya”,he grinned, licking the chocolate swiftly off his lower lip before his eyes fixed back on you, ”With all the new supplies coming in, I thought I could cook something nice for ya. We can stop with this shit here later, freshen up a little and then you come by my place and lemme pamper you a little, sounds good?” Your eyes widened a little in surprise and excitement, staring out at him while his grin grew a little wider as he perked his brows up, giving you the final push to start nodding. “Yeah”, you said, nodding softly again,”Yes of course.” Negan bit his lip, the roguishness mixing with warmth as it plastered over his face before he flashed an even bigger grin. “Good, then it’s a date”, he said, winking at you as you stared at him, though his tone was serious enough to make sure that you knew that he straight up meant what he said, this wasn’t just a tease. You could feel your body heating up as your mouth fell a little open, only letting the grin on Negan’s lips widen even more before he looked back down at his paperwork and took the last bite of the chocolate, clearly enjoying to leave you a little hanging. His other hand was still wrapped around yours and you could feel him giving your hand a little squeeze, enough to let another warm shudder run down your spine as the excitement started to trump the surprise. This day wasn’t so shitty after all. Hell, maybe this day had just become one of the best in a long time.

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slasherfilth · 4 years

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You Are What You Eat - Chapter Two (Thomas Hewitt x Reader)

It has become quite a common occurrence to see Luda Mae sitting at the tablet closest to the window and door in your little bakery. Sometimes with Kathy and Henrietta, and other times just sitting and chatting with you as you baked. And frankly, you enjoyed the company, she never demanded that you speak at all times, and seemed quite content when you fell into your quiet episodes, choosing silence after a long day or a calm humming tune. You had once voiced your concern for the price of her tea break, offering to forfeit the charge if it was too much. Frankly, the place had been doing much better than you thought it would, and the loss of a couple dollars every other day wasn’t going to hurt it. You’d rather her company and didn’t want her to stop showing up because it was financially incompatible. But she had tossed your concerns away with a flip of her hand.

“With the extra food you give to us dear, a few bucks a week is nothing. If Charlie wants to chuck a spat over it, he can go back to buying groceries every week.” You’d giggled and nodded, happy that your contributions were going to good use. You had been trying out different recipes and trying to gauge what locals liked best, and some things were much more favoured over others. You had discovered the town enjoyed classic pastries but also didn’t mind some otherworldly influences like Croissants and Cannoli. But sometimes that had left you with ingredients you just wouldn’t use on your own. Then you had begun making small baskets of food that were about to expire for Luda Mae, sometimes even for Kathy or Henrietta, if you had enough leftovers. That way, you didn’t feel terrible for throwing away food, and some other deserving people received some help.

As you had begun to offer more food, Luda Mae had started making small baskets for you. Little jars of jam made from the fruits you would give them and new family recipes to try. They were always fantastic and it had become quite a joy to exchange them. However, during your months of growing closer, despite how much Luda had spoken about her little family, you hadn’t met any of the men in her life. And frankly the more she talked about them, the more curious you grew. She spoke of how hardworking her dear old Tommy was, about how he would round up the cattle every other day and was always in the basement, butchering. You’d learnt he used to work in the meat factory but was laid off when it shut down. Initially, you had assumed he was a teenager. Still, now you figured he may be a bit older, but then again it wasn’t uncommon for people to start work young here. Make he was only an apprentice when he worked at the meatworks.

But for all your wondering, you never received a real answer. Not that you had asked of course. As motherly and welcoming as Luda was, you had realised the family was a big deal to her, and she could be quite secretive about them. You had chalked it down to wanting to keep them safe in her own way, given how the town seemed to react to them. You hadn’t missed the odd looks and sneers that Luda would receive from the other folk that frequented your bakery. Quiet mumbles to their companions and quick leaving were common when Luda was around. You had noticed she would come an hour before you closed, fewer people would come around that time. And you didn’t blame her at all. However, you had refrained from saying anything because you still needed the business and Luda understood. That didn’t stop you from giving those people the day-old bread and the nearing sour milk. You had no time for their ridiculously childish behaviour. It was part of the reason you had left the city. People always felt the need to judge when they were never really better off themselves.

You hummed along to your thoughts, eye’s darting every now and again towards the entrance, hoping to see the kind woman walk through the doors. It had been a week without any real sight of her, and you were becoming worried. You had a basket of food awaiting her arrival or the past couple of days, and you were afraid it would go off before you ever managed to give it to her. With a frown you pulled the last tray of muffins from the oven, ready for cooling overnight. Your eyes flickered to the note sitting on your wall, Luda Mae’s cursive phone number written, calling out to you. Maybe you should just give her a quick call to make sure everything was okay and to tell her you had some things to give her. She wouldn’t mind. And with that thought, you washed your hands clean of filth and reached for the phone, anxiously awaiting as you listened to the dial-up tone.

“Hewitt’s, what you want?” demanded a gruff-voiced from the opposite end of the phone. You panicked. Was it the wrong number? No. It couldn’t be, he said Hewitt.

“Er…um. Y-yes.” You stammered, trying to find the words to speak. However, your mind seemed torturously blank at the moment, forgetting why it is you even decided to call in the first place.

“Out with it, would ya? I haven’t got the time to stand over the damn phone.” You almost hung up immediately, opting to never call anyone ever again. You always preferred face to face conversation anyways. However, you faintly heard the sound of a familiar woman’s voice over the end of the phone, and your eyes darted to the little basket of goodies you’d organised.

“Luda Mae! I would like to speak to Luda Mae, it’s (Y/N) from the bakery.” You smiled wide, far too proud at being able to answer a simple question over the phone. You listened as the man mumbled and yelled out to Luda. With some shuffling and complaining from the man, you finally heard Luda answer.

“Oh! Luda! It’s (Y/N)! How have you been? I was getting worried something had happened.” You bit your lip, wondering if maybe that sounded bad. You were just concerned thought, wasn’t that a good thing?

“Oh, dearie! Hello. I’m quite alright. Sorry about Charlie, the old grump. I’ve been fine darling, just very busy with livestock, I’m sorry I haven’t been out to visit this week. I should be back by next.” A wider smile curled on your lips, shoulders finally relaxing. However, you were not sure when they had hunched in concern originally.

“That’s alright, I just wanted to make sure. I also have some things for you I was gonna give to you on your next visit, but I’m not sure they will last much longer in this heat, sorry.” You frown slightly but heard a chuckle over the phone.

“Oh, ever the generous girl you are. I’m not sure who sent you to us, dear, but you’re surely an angel. I’ll send Thomas down to grab it before the day’s out, okay? Now as I’ve said he is mute, but you’ll know it’s him.” You quirked an eyebrow at her statement. Unsure of what she meant. You had never met the boy; how could you possibly know? But you didn’t have time to question as you suddenly heard faint yelling and cursing from the man on the phone earlier, and a quick goodbye from Luda before they hung up on you.

Pulling your eyebrows together, you looked oddly at your phone before putting it down. What an odd family. You shrugged and decided to get back to work, your mind absentmindedly pondering what the Hewitt boy would be like.

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You had almost forgotten your arrangement as you were handing out coffee and cakes left and right. Around 5pm every day, it would suddenly get busy for an hour. Everyone leaving their jobs or heading to families houses for dinner, eager to grab a small treat to share on the way. You smiled and thanked each person, unable to see the end of the line before you head another jiggle form the bells on the door.

“Welcome, I won’t be one moment.” You called out, just as you did with everyone. But suddenly there didn’t seem to be as much background noise. Chattering and laughter stopped abruptly as you continued to serve. Confusion ran through you, wondering if you just imagined it all. But you turned to the next customer, and the faint sounds of chatter began to pick up again. Only this time it was whispered with hushed giggles filling the room. You shook your head, slightly confused still but looked towards the door before freezing momentarily. And there he stood. A tall, broad man, he seemed enormous compared to the people around him. Who seemed to all step back as far as they could? You didn’t really blame them, as you continued to look, you realised he had a leather mask strapped to his face, rough stitching revealed his lips that seemed oddly full for a man, but obviously chapped and peeling in some places. The skin around them that wasn’t hidden behind the mask was red and blotchy. You wondered if it was the sun. He was incredibly tanned, dirt-covered his clothes and skin, obvious he was a man who worked hard in a field somewhere. You bit your lip. Eyes travelling higher as you took in the furrow of his brows, blue eyes glaring down at the ground in an oddly shy manner, his greasy hair still wavy and hiding his face as much as he could. He was huge and could easily be the most intimidating man in the room, however, his demeanour was that of a scared, shy teenager, merely wanting to be ignored rather than the centre of attention.

You imagined with a frame like that though, he was hard to miss. And suddenly everything clicked. The silence, the hushed whispers, the giggles. And the demeanour. A frown curled on your lips once more as you started to tune into the conversations more, clearly, no one actually cared about being heard. Especially the man you had initially been serving.

“What a freak. Hard to imagine he even had the balls to walk into a place like this. Lowers the value a bit.” His friend behind him snorting. You frowned harder.

“Yeah, not like that family could afford anything from here. His mothers always around, but I’m sure she probably just rummages the bins for everyone’s scraps.” The two men laughed boisterously at that. And it hit a nerve in you. You hadn’t met the poor man before. You had the opinion that he was used to the chatter. Still, hearing Luda mentioned in such a foul way had you clutching the paper cup harder than expected, eyes glaring up at the men before you. IN your haze you noticed the other man seemed to stiffen as well, hearing the two idiots talk. But before anyone could retaliate, you grabbed the two orders. You flipped off their lids, whistling low to get everyone’s attention, including the two men before you threw the contents of hot coffee into their faces. Listening as they yelped and tried to wipe off the burning liquid quickly. Gasps were heard from everyone in the shop.

“What the fuck, Lady?” They turned to you, still trying to cool down their bright red faces. You sneered at them before they had a chance to say anymore.

“Let me make it very clear to each and every one of you in this building. It is mine. I own it. And you will all abide by my rules when you walk into this shop, so help me. And that means if you ever feel the need to pick on another human being, you will be banned and reported, do you hear me? Hot coffee will be the least of your worries when I am through with you. You will treat everyone with respect, especially the Hewitt’s in this store.” You growled out, sounding far more confident than you felt. You were angry, but you had never threatened people before. But your message seemed to get across as the murmuring stopped and people ordered their coffee and food in silence before leaving in a hurry. Eventually, everyone ran out of the door, and you sighed heavily, leaning back against the counter.

Before you could make your way back to your cooking, you heard a huff from behind you. You turned around quickly, bright red as you took in the sight of the man before you. Somehow amongst all of the people leaving you hadn’t realised he stayed. It wouldn’t have been that you were pointedly ignoring him, the embarrassment of your outburst being too much to handle. Never.

“O- Oh… Thomas?” You had assumed this was the “boy” Luda had been referring to all the time. Although boy was the furthest thing from your mind as you craned your neck up to look at him before you. He nodded, shaggy hair following the moment. You liked it. Heat began to pool on your cheeks once more. You released a shaky breath.

“U-Um. Sorry about t-that. I just… didn’t like what they were saying, y’ know? Sorry if I overstepped, I didn’t mean-“ You were cut short as you felt a very large, very hot, hand rest on top of your head. You were stunned as you looked up at him. He didn’t seem to be smiling, but something in you said he was happy you had done it. You smiled up at him. For a bit too long, you looked into his eyes, wanting to know precisely what he was wondering behind those pretty blue irises. You shook your head suddenly, feeling his hand retract suddenly. You felt bad, you hadn’t meant to make him react. You liked the feeling. But you bit your lip instead of trying to gather your thoughts.

“U-Um, I have some things for you and your mother. I hope you like them. I was worried they would go off before I got to give them to you guys. But I’ve also added some fresh bread and some chocolate chip cookies… Luda said she had a son and I thought….” It dawned on you that you were talking to that son right now, and he certainly wasn’t the teenager you had been assuming. You wanted to smack yourself in the forehead. What grown man wanted cookies. You winced as you handed him the basket. He tilted his head, and you tried not to press your thighs together too obviously. He lifted the basket full of ingredients with seemingly no difficulty, pulling back the checker drape before snatching one of the cookies you’d mentioned. He broke off a small piece and slipped it through the slit of the mask, he made a little approving noise and nodded. Which was more than enough to make you break out into a broad grin, clasping your hands together in front of you in delight.

“Oh! I’ve so glad you like them! I’ll make you some more next time.” He stared at you for a moment, you stood stark still, once again wondering what he was thinking as he looked down on you. Before he nodded once more and made to leave for the door.

“Goodbye, Thomas! I’d love to see you again!” You waved him away with a bright smile, watching him freeze before continuing on his path home. You had meant it too. Your mind wandered back to your dreams of wanting a man who could hold you with one arm and work with the other, and by god, every bit of you believed that muscle of man could be very well that. You placed your hands on your cheeks, trying to cool them down as you flushed bright red. Suddenly talking to Luda about her son wasn’t going to be so easy anymore.

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Hi! Thank you all for the beautiful words and support! I hope this was enough Thomas to last you until the next update. I originally planned for more to happen, but it was already getting a bit wordy. Feel free to message me if you have questions or even theories for the story! I’d love to talk about it! Did you guys like your response to Tommy? I want this to be a bit of a slow burn, but I’m a sucky for love at first sight. <3

#slashers #luda mae hewitt #hewitt #thomas hewitt #charlie hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas brown hewitt #leatherface #tcm 2003 #slasher

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ask-the-riders · 3 years

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Movie Night

A flashback kinda thing, I guess, showing Connie back before she met Death (when she still went by Chimera)

Contains some of Glo's shenanigans, some of her friendship with Cobalt, and even some of her friendship with her demon buddy, too :P

I know it leaves off at kind of a weird spot, but eh. I wasn't sure what else to add ^^"

Chimera let out a soft whine, and her companion snorted, arching a brow bone, "See? I told you that you wouldn't like this movie." The female skeleton made a face, lightly swatting at his arm, "Oh whatever, Cobalt! I don't remember you ever saying anything of the sort!" Cobalt sighed softly, absentmindedly wrapping his arm around Chimera and tugging her flush against his side. As a masked killer emerged from a building on the tv screen and began to pursue a group of young monsters, she turned, cuddling as close to her friend as possible and burying her face in part of his shoulder.

He sighed, content to have her in his arms as they sat on her living room sofa. Appearing in the entrance to her kitchen, an all too familiar pink and blue fire elemental held up a bag of unpopped popcorn, "Hey love birds, I'm making popcorn. You want any?" Both skeletons immediately froze, Chimera's face flushing bright orange while Cobalt's became a faint shade of blue. Chimera made a face at the fire elemental in question and groaned, "Come on, Glo! I thought you said you wouldn't tease us like that anymore!" Glo hummed, "No idea what you're talking about. Now do you want any popcorn, or am I only making it for myself?" The female skeleton rolled her eye lights, "I think I'm good for now. What about you?" She looked to Cobalt and he shrugged, "Sure, why not? I'll take a bag, I guess."

Glo playfully scoffed, her attention focused on Chimera as she gestured to him, "I'm tellin' ya, he knows what's up." Cobalt couldn't help the amused grin that found it's way onto his face and Chimera waved off her adopted sister's words, trying to hide her own tiny smile, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Glo." The fire elemental held the flat, unpopped bag of popcorn in both hands, and as her body temperature began to rise, the bag began to unfold on its own, the kernels inside loudly popping. Once the bag was done, she called out, "Incoming!" Chimera looked up in time to see Glo toss the bag in her direction, and her sockets widened. She let out a soft gasp as Cobalt moved without warning, raising a hand to catch the bag with seemingly no effort. Quickly trying to regain her composure, she prepared to scold Glo, only to find that Glo had already vanished back into the kitchen, likely to get another bag of popcorn from the cupboard.

When Glo returned and made herself comfortable on the floor, everything went silent as the three went back to watching their movie. As the end credits began rolling, Glo scooted away, and the pair of skeletons watched curiously as she wedged herself inside the unlit fireplace. Her body temperature began to rise again, warming the room ever so slightly and casting a pink and blue glow across the space. Chimera raised a brow bone, visibly confused, "Uhh Glo, what are you doing in there?" Glo took her phone out of her pocket and pushed a button, sliding it a bit away from herself and grinning mischievously as 'Careless Whisper' began to play through their Bluetooth radio, "I'm about to see this ship set sail. Now ignore me. I'm your warm, cozy evening fire and nothing more."

Chimera's orange blush slowly spread down to her shoulders, and she attempted to hide her face again, very clearly embarrassed as she murmured, "Oh my God, I cannot believe you right now..." Cobalt's blush gradually began to darken as well and he sighed, lifting his free arm and awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, unsure of how he should respond. An unexpected guest cleared his throat and Chimera squeaked in surprise, jerking her entire body back away from Cobalt. Her guest arched a single brow, the rest of his expression appearing bored, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." The female skeleton stared up at him with wide eyes, her face still burning a vibrant orange as she shook her head, "N-No, of course not! I-I um... What are you doing here, Dr. Wright?" The demon sighed softly, "Please. It's 'Soren', remember? We're past the point of needing formalities." Cobalt offered him a polite smile, "Hey there, Soren. What's up, dude?" The demon's attention snapped to him and he hummed in disapproval, "I said it was 'Soren' to her, not to you." Cobalt held up his hands in surrender, "Sorry, sorry. I guess I forgot about that."

In what felt like the blink of an eye, Glo slipped out of the fireplace and lowered her body temperature as she zipped across the room. Reaching out to delicately touch the demon's arm, she smiled sweetly up at him and purred, "Well hello there, Doctor~ I was starting to wonder when you'd come see me again." He deadpanned, his vibrant, almost neon green gaze boring into her, "It's 'Soren' to Chimera, and 'Dr. Wright' to that other bonehead. To you, however, it's 'Diamondback.' Please refrain from calling me anything else. If you do, I may have to hurt you for it. Do you understand?" Glo was frozen for a moment, nodding slowly, "...Yeah. I read you loud and clear." Diamondback sighed, "Good. Now will you please remove your hand from my arm? I don't care much for physical contact." The fire elemental nodded again, promptly releasing his arm and taking a step back, watching quietly as he looked over his sleeve, as if inspecting the area she'd touched.

Chimera also watched him, her breath momentarily catching in her false throat as his gaze locked with hers. Clearing his throat again, he lifted a hand, conjuring a small stack of books, "I thought I'd stop by to drop these off, since I remember how interested you were in them last time you were over." She smiled politely, standing and making her way over to him. Carefully accepting the books with one hand, her other gently patted his arm and she hummed, "Thank you, Soren. I appreciate that very much, and I'll be sure to get them back to you as soon as I'm finished reading them." The demon nodded, "Of course. Despite my numerous attempts to push you away, you kept coming back, and as fate would have it you're my friend now, so it's only fair that I allow you access to my personal library." Her smile widened slightly as she stepped aside, gingerly placing the books on a small stand, "That's very kind of you. I'm really happy that we're on such good terms like this."

Diamondback offered her a slight smile, his fangs peeking out of his mouth, "As am I." As Cobalt caught sight of the fangs, he shrunk back the smallest bit, absentmindedly lifting a hand to prod at one of his own, much smaller fangs. Glo's flames very briefly flickered in interest as she caught sight of the demon's fangs, and she let out a soft breath; For all she knew, Diamondback could be venomous, but she was dying to know what it'd be like to experience a bite from him. As if her interest was beginning to show on her face, the demon shifted his attention to her, his small smile falling into a frown, "Whatever disgusting thoughts you're having had better be gone soon. I don't like that you're ogling me, young lady."

Glo's face became flushed with a faint blush and she smiled awkwardly, "Sorry... Can't help it, I guess." She paused, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, "Not when you're this good looking. If you weren't so attractive, maybe I wouldn't ogle you as much." As if a switch had been flipped, the demon warped through the space between them, his hand firmly catching her jaw as he leaned down, his eyes narrowed as he hissed, "I would've let it slide this time, if you hadn't added on that additional little comment." Glo's soul began to beat faster in her chest and she stared at him with wide eyes, frozen in place. Not giving her the chance to say anything more, he bared his fangs, letting them both be fully exposed as a liquid - more than likely venom, Glo assumed - began to gather at the tips and a faint rattling sound could be heard from somewhere nearby. A single drop of his venom dripped down onto the carpet, and the demon drew in a deep breath, attempting to calm himself, "For the last time, you're not my type, and you never will be. I'm in the process of courting someone else, and I would like it very much if you could stop flirting with me."

The fire elemental continued to stare at him with wide eyes, still visibly in shock. Taking her silence as agreement, he released his hold on her jaw and the rattling sound around them began to fade away. Closing his mouth and allowing his lips to conceal his fangs again, he sighed softly, glancing up at Chimera as she cautiously approached him, keeping her voice low, "I'm sorry for all of her flirting, but I do appreciate that you're able to control your temper. Thank you for not lashing out, Soren." Diamondback's shoulders seemed to sag a bit and he hummed, mumbling back, "Of course... I might be a demon, but that doesn't mean I'm some irredeemable creature that enjoys causing harm." As if she could read his body language, she frowned, "And I've never thought that of you. Not even once. You have your good days and bad days, just like everyone else."

Diamondback offered her a small, vaguely saddened smile, "I appreciate that, Chimera. I think I should head on home now and call it a night, though... It's getting late, and I have work tomorrow." The female skeleton nodded in understanding, "That's alright. I hope you rest well tonight, Soren. I'll be over again tomorrow to drop off your mail and some goodies, since you seem like you could really use a few right now." Diamondback made a sound in acknowledgment, "Ok, that sounds like a plan, I suppose. Thank you in advance for the goodies, in case I'm not there when you stop by." Chimera offered him a small but genuine smile, gently patting his shoulder before taking a step back. Shifting his attention back to Glo, he sighed, "Apologies for the outburst. I hope I didn't traumatize you or anything." Glo nodded, her voice cracking, "I-It's ok. It's on me, for always hitting on you." The demon offered her a tiny smile, glad to hear that she was finally taking responsibility for something. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving the pair of skeletons and the fire elemental alone.

Chimera let out a soft sigh, returning to her seat on the couch. Casting a glance up at the clock that hung on the nearby wall, Cobalt frowned; Like Diamondback had said, it had gotten later than he'd realized. Because it was getting so late, that meant he'd have to head home for the night. He wasn't working tomorrow, so he could always ask if Chimera wanted to hang out again in the morning. He stole a glance at her, quietly appreciating her perfectly smooth ivory bones, the way her nimble fingers moved as she idly picked at her clothes, and the soft, peaceful smile she wore. As if she sensed him looking at her, Chimera met his gaze and tilted her head curiously, her cheekbones gaining the faintest hint of a blush, "Something on your mind, Cobalt?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, he cleared his throat and shook his head, his brow bones furrowing as he shook his head and offered her a small smile, "Nah, it's nothing, 'Mera. Just spacing out again, I guess." The female skeleton made a sound in understanding, "Ah, I see. You know, I think that's something that happens more often when you get tired. Have you been sleeping alright?" Cobalt shrugged his shoulders, glancing away from her and hoping she wouldn't notice the slight bags under his sockets, "Eh... My sleep schedule hasn't been the best, but at least it's better than nothing." Chimera frowned, reaching out to gently touch his arm, "Coby, you should've said something. If you'd like some medicine to help you sleep at night, I have more than enough in my cupboard."

At the nickname, his cheekbones flushed a soft shade of blue, and he grinned sheepishly, "I know, I know... Sorry about that. Are you sure you'd wanna give me any of that medicine though?... What if you run out sometime soon and don't have anymore when you need it?" Chimera arched a brow bone, "I can always make another trip to the store, you goof. It wouldn't be a problem, I promise. Just... You seem like you could use some, and I'd be happy to share." Cobalt let out a soft sigh in defeat, still smiling sheepishly, "Ok... If you're sure about that, then I guess it'd be alright. I just don't wanna inconvenience you at all, y'know?" She scooted closer to him, and without warning, lifted both hands, delicately cupping his face and prompting him to look at her. Locking gazes, his breath momentarily hitched, and his soft blush because a bit brighter. Making sure to hold his gaze, she offered him a reassuring smile, "Cobalt, it's ok. I don't mind giving you some medicine, if it means helping you sleep better at night."

She paused, lightly tapping on his cheekbone with her thumb, "I really like being able to help you, you know. It makes me happy." Cobalt was frozen, his blush very gradually becoming even brighter. His gaze drifted downward, briefly settling on her teeth. For a moment, he couldn't help but notice how smooth they looked, and then when he coaxed himself to make eye contact with her again, his sockets widened the smallest bit; Those beautiful eyes... They were focused solely on him. The soft glow from her eye lights cast a faint glow, and the warmth in her gaze made him melt. He snuck another quick glance at her teeth, and then he watched quietly as she seemed to mirror what he'd just done, her eye lights flickering downward to his own teeth.

She seemed to debate something for a moment, before she leaned closer, gently pressing her forehead to his. Cobalt stared at her, breathing in her scent and noting what seemed to be a hint of oranges in the smell as he looked at her. He opened his mouth to speak, wanting to somehow acknowledge how beautiful Chimera was, but to his frustration, no sound would come out. Keeping her voice soft, the female skeleton murmured, "I'm gonna go get that medicine for you... I think I'm gonna send you off with some of the leftovers from dinner, too. Is that ok?" Cobalt nodded, making a sound in confirmation as he murmured back, "Yeah, of course. I love your cooking, so it's not like I'd have any complaints with that."

A soft orange blush dusted across her face and she smiled, almost looking shy, "Ok... I'm really happy you like it that much." Cobalt could only smile back at her, his soul thudding inside his chest. As she withdrew her hands and backed up a bit, he let out a deep sigh, trying to push back to disappointment he felt; She was so close, and he could've sworn he felt something there. If he had acted on it the way he'd wanted to, then maybe, just maybe, he could've-

Chimera stood, vanishing from the room and leaving him alone with Glo, who was quietly staring at him with raised brows and the hint of a smug grin that was hidden within her flames. Looking at the fire elemental, he arched a brow bone, "What?" She hummed, still grinning, "Oh, I think you know 'what,' mister man." Cobalt willed his blush to fade and he deadpanned, "Nope. I have no idea what you're talking about." Glo let out an exaggerated sigh, moving closer to him, "Oh come on, yes, you do. It was all of that, just now. Her touching your face, the foreheads touching, all of that prolonged eye contact, and the way you guys kept looking at each other's teeth. You wanted to kiss her, didn't you?" Cobalt's blush reignited, now so bright that it began to glow faintly, "Shut up, airhead. What if she hears you saying stuff like that?" Completely unbothered by what she'd been called, Glo tilted her head, "I'm gonna take that as a 'yes.' If I'm right, then why didn't you?"

Cobalt fell silent, his gaze shifting away from his companion. He watched to entrance to the kitchen for a few seconds before mumbling, "...I dunno if she even likes me, like that... And I wouldn't wanna feel like I was forcing anything on her. If that's what it felt like from her perspective, that means I might as well say goodbye to my friendship with her." The fire elemental stared at him for a moment before reaching out and flicking his face. He jerked back away from the contact in surprise, "What was that for, weirdo?" Glo raised a single brow and sighed again, "You're such a dweeb, y'know that? If you're not sure how she feels about you, then ask. If she doesn't give you the response you want, you can either pass off the question as nothing more than curiosity, or you can make your big confession. If you take a risk and tell her how you feel, then who knows... Maybe she'll end up feeling the same."

#writing #conquest.exe #glo.exe #cobalt.exe #four horsemen of the apocalypse #riders of the apocalypse #undertale #undertale au #diamondback.exe

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hailhydra920 · 4 years

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A Chance Protector Pt. 2

Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve x reader

Summary: The town welcomes you

Warnings: none

Part 2

Steve parked his truck and ran a hand through his hair, hoping to make himself a bit more presentable. He brought the collar of his flannel up to his nose and frowned. Pine needles. No matter how hard he tried, he always smelled of pine needles. It wasn’t a bad smell or anything, he just figured it might bother some people. He opened the door to the community center and spotted Bruce talking with Clint, Bruce’s eyes lighting up as he spoke. That man was very passionate about the things he spoke about.

Bucky walked up to Steve, clapping him on the back with a smile. “So, you decided to show up! I’m proud of you. Finally coming out of that lonesome lumberjack shell of yours.”

Steve let out a transparent chuckle. “I guess. I don’t smell too strongly of pine, do I?”

Bucky rose an eyebrow before smirking. “Why?”

“Don’t give me that look. I just don’t wanna scare away everyone.” Steve refuted.

“You smell fine. It’s that beard I would worry about. You look like a Wildman!”

Steve quickly brought his hand to his beard, his fingers softly going through the rough hair. He trimmed last night after cutting up about a cord of wood. He thought he did a decent job.

“I’m joking, pal. You look fine.” Bucky said with a smile. “Rumor has it you’ve already met the newcomers.”

“I’d say that rumor is correct. I helped her bring in some boxes. No big deal.” Steve shrugged.

“Okay…”

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You drove to the community center, Ronin and Dawn giddy in their seats. Once you parked, they practically sprung out of the car. They raced to the doors, smiles on both their faces. As soon as you guys entered the room, it seemed like all eyes were on you. Ronin and Dawn timidly stood behind you, their little heads peeking from behind your legs.

“Don’t be shy! Have some goodies for you!” Bruce said with a warm smile.

That got Dawn and Ronin happy, and walking toward Bruce. People began chatting with you as Bruce talked with the kids. Steve watched subtly from the other end of the room, his fingers gingerly combing through his beard. He watched as you talked with everyone, a smile stretched across your face.

“You’re staring.”

Steve broke out of his trance and turned to his friend. “No, I’m not. I’m examining.”

Bucky chuckled in amusement. “She’s not some tree you’re about to chainsaw and you’re worried which way it will tilt. If it involves humans, I’m pretty sure it’s just staring.”

“I’ll, uh, just say hi to her then head back out.” Steve said letting out a breath.

“What? It’s going to snow soon.”

“Exactly why I should get started. Wood won’t cut itself.”

“Alright, pal. Be careful. I know you’re strong, but exhaustion does happen. Just know your limits.” Bucky warned.

“Yeah, yeah. See ya.”

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You talked with the sheriff, Tony, and his wife, Pepper. You met Paster Bruce and the local doctor Thor. You met Sam and his endearing charm. He was very sweet and introduced you to everyone, including the schoolteachers, Wanda and Vison, the candy store owner, Loki, and Bucky the mechanic. You were coming to adore this town. They all seemed so friendly and seemed to really care about one another. You saw Dawn and Ronin playing with some of the other kids and smiled. This was the life they needed.

You saw Steve walking toward you, his smile soft. He ran his hand through his hair one more time before opening his mouth. “What do you think?”

“I think this place is the best place I’ve ever moved. Everyone is so nice. I really like it.” You answered.

“That’s good to hear. Well, I really have to get going before the storm hits. Wet wood is a pain.”

“Stay safe. And I’ll see you around I guess.”

“Good day, Ms. Y/n.” He said before nodding to you and walking out the door.

The grey clouds seemed to swirl above him, and he sighed. He better get layered up.

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Flakes of snow and sawdust danced in the air, some tickled Steve’s nose, and he let out a huge sneeze. He took a couple breaths, his breaths coming out in white puffs. Adjusting his beanie, he cranked his chainsaw and began cutting the logs again. The roar of the chainsaw echoed through the once quiet forest. He loved the seeing the logs get cut into smaller pieces, it was soothing in some way, like he could achieve something. Stacking the smaller logs onto the big trailer, he seemed to effortlessly lift them. Once he got a good amount, he decided he should head home. Snow was gathering in his beard and he was starting to get cold.

Knocking the snow off his boots, he hopped into his truck, his dog, Bentley, jumping in before him. Taking a few minutes, he warmed up his hands, blowing his warm breath onto them. He grabbed his seatbelt, clicking it into its place, and began to drive away. The wipers on his windshield moved wildly trying to keep the incoming snow off. He whistled an unfamiliar tune, ruffling Bentley fur before turning onto a dirt road.

“I’d say we did an honest day’s work, eh, Bentley?” Steve asked looking at his trusty companion.

Bentley barked happily and wagged his tail. Steve smiled and pulled into his driveway, the truck wobbling slightly as it rolled along the rocks. He let Bentley out of the car, and he unlocked his house, a blast of warm air hitting both of them. Steve sighed in contentment as he reveled in the warmth. He ran his fingers across the picture of him, Peggy, and Bentley. Bentley let out a low whine, and Steve sighed and pet him.

“I know, boy. I miss her too.”

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You gently closed Ronin and Dawn’s door. They had finally fallen asleep, and you were glad. Stepping into the kitchen, you washed the few dishes in the sink and put them away. Boxes were stacked in the living room, and you groaned. Unpacking felt like too much work, so you opted for a shower instead.

Warm water cascaded down your skin, and you winced slightly as it rolled across your healing wounds. Purple splotches covered some of your back and thighs, a painful reminder of why you moved here. Wanting to stay positive, you began to hum and tried to enjoy your shower the best you could. This place would be better for you guys, and HE would never find you guys here. You guys would be safe, and safety was your first priority for you and your children.

Permanent Tags: @sleep-i-ness

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #lumberjack steve #lumberjack au #marvel fanfiction #Chris Evans

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Won’t You Stay (Part 6)

Summary: After a fun first date, the reader and Jensen make plans to go out again. By the end of the day Jensen isn’t feeling well though so the reader takes him home and learns a little more about how much Jensen is a fan of Lyle Sullivan...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Please enjoy!

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Monday Morning

“Y/N,” said Jensen as you wandered away from craft services. “Hey, got a sec?”

“For my number one fan always,” you teased, taking a sip of your coffee. “What’s up?”

“I had fun Saturday. I know you’re super busy and all right now but would you maybe want to go out Friday night? We only have a half day,” he said.

“Yeah. Sounds fun,” you said.

“Oh and The Dark Night? You kicked it in the ass. I loved it,” he said, a huge grin on his face. “I can’t wait to be a part of that too.”

“Really?” you asked with a smile.

“Really. This is one of the best sets I’ve ever been on too,” he said. “It’s great.”

“Awesome. Um, when I get a free minute I’d love to pick your brain on some stuff,” you said.

“Sure,” he said. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Y/N! We got a problem with the crane camera,” shouted someone from down the lot.

“Duty calls,” you said. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Hey,” you said at the end of the day, everyone looking run down after a day of stunts, one person in particular. “Jensen, hold up.”

“Yeah?” he mumbled.

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked.

“Actually not really,” he said.

“Why don’t you pop over to medical?” you asked.

“Y/N-“

“Do we have to do this again? My set, my rules,” you said.

“Fine,” he said. “I don’t want to keep anyone late.”

“Ten minutes and I’ll head over with you.”

“Do I really-“

“Whoa,” said your dad as he came around the corner. “Jay, you do not look good.”

“I’ve heard,” he said. “I’ll take some cough syrup when I get home.”

“Come on, kid. Let’s go,” said your dad as he grabbed his arm.

“Ethan-“

“Want me to call your mother?” he shot back.

“Alright. Dad, I will take Jensen to medical and you go home,” you said. “I promise.”

Ten minutes later Jensen was wincing and frowning as a thermometer was pulled from his ear.

“102. You have the flu, Jensen,” said the on-site nurse.

“I’m fine,” he said. “I feel fine.”

“Bed rest and liquids. If you get warmer or the fever hasn’t broken by morning, go to the hospital,” she said.

“I’m fine,” he said. The nurse stared him down but Jensen gave it right back.

“You got a roommate to keep an eye on that fever of yours just in case?” asked the nurse.

“Is everyone around here my mother?” mumbled Jensen.

“Thank you, Kelsey,” you said, grabbing Jensen by the arm.

You led him outside and he didn’t complain when you got him sat in your car.

“I’m going to drive you home, okay? I’ll come check on you before work tomorrow, see that you’re alright to come in or if we need to delay,” you said.

“I’ll be fine, Y/L/N. You worry too much.”

“Jensen, I really don’t think you should be alone tonight,” you said, carrying his backpack along with some goodies from the pharmacy into his apartment half an hour later.

“I am fine,” he said, sniffling and closing his eyes. “Okay, maybe not fine.”

You frowned and he dug out the thermometer, sticking it under his arm. You grabbed it as soon as it beeped off, flipping it around to him.

“102.2. Oh yes, you are clearly the epitome of health, Jay,” you said.

“Well it’s not like I can get my mom to come over,” he said, wearily closing his eyes.

“Ackles. I’m starting to see you’re very grumpy when you’re sick,” you said.

“Am not,” he said, going to his couch and laying down. You stood by the edge of it, Jensen letting out a small shake. “Can you make me soup?”

“Soup I can do,” you said. You went to his kitchen and started to poke around, heating up a can on the stove after a few minutes. “How you feeling, buddy?”

“Crappy,” he said. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Well I’m still gonna make you soup and you can have the leftovers tomorrow,” you said. He mumbled and you finished cooking, storing the rest in a few thermos’ he could toss in the microwave. You hummed and carried over a mug of it, setting it down on the coffee table. He looked worse than before, a shiver leaving him. “Come on. Get in some pajamas, Ackles.”

He sighed and got to his feet, trudging into his bedroom. Fifteen minutes later you knocked on the door, Jensen laying down on the bed in a pair of boxers.

“Trying to see me naked?” he teased. “I’m kidding. What’s up?”

“Here’s your soup and this is for later,” you said, setting the medicine down.

“Thanks,” he said.

“If you’re too sick to come in-“

“I’ll be there. Just give me a few extra breaks,” he said.

“No problem. Feel better Jensen,” you said.

“Hey, Y/N. Uh, not that I’m not already embarrassed enough but would you mind hanging out for a minute?” he asked.

“Not at all,” you said. You stepped into his room and took a seat at his desk, smirking at the figure on top. “A Lyle funko pop? You really are a fan.”

“Shut up,” he laughed before he started to cough.

“I have like fifty in my closet if you ever want more,” you said. “Your apartment is...cozy.”

“It’s small and older than both of us combined but it’s clean and quiet,” he said.

“How long have you been living on your own?” you asked.

“About three years. I’ve had a girlfriend move in for about six months before but that’s it. You said you moved out of your parents place not too long ago?” he asked.

“Two years. I went to my boyfriend’s place. I’ve only been on my own for one. It’s lonelier than I thought it’d be to be honest,” you said.

“Yeah, I get that. I’m thinking about getting a dog. I’d like company to come home to,” he said, snuggling down into his sheets. “So what’d this ex boyfriend do? So I don’t make the same mistake potentially.”

“I would be amazed if you did,” you said, leaning your elbow against his desk, putting your head in your hand. He rolled over in bed and looked at you, sniffling for a moment. “When your ex-girlfriend talked about the sex stuff, did you feel violated?”

“Yeah. He talk to your friends about that stuff?” he asked.

“No. I don’t really want to talk about it, Jensen,” you said. “You won’t make that mistake. I promise.”

“Are we dating?” he said.

“I think so.”

“I think so too,” he said, closing his eyes.

“I think it’s time for bed,” you said with a smile.

“Mhm,” he mumbled.

“Do you want me to call someone to stay over with you just in case you get worse?” you asked.

“You?” he said quietly.

“Alright, I’ll be on the couch if you need me,” you said. You shut off his light for him, Jensen fast asleep before you even left the room. You cleaned up a little in the kitchen before you sprayed his couch with some lysol, letting it sink in for a moment before you laid down. You sat up and looked for a blanket, spotting one in the corner. You hummed as you went to the basket and grabbed it, smiling when you saw a copy of The Dark Woods on his bookshelf. You looked at the other books, some thrillers, some mysteries, some reference and cookbooks. There were a few YA books along with some general fiction.

You tilted your head when you saw one called “Sullivan” with no author. You pulled it out and realized it wasn’t a published book, just a print copy of a story. You flipped through it some, getting to the end and recognizing the name.

“You read Lyle Sullivan fanfic,” you said, glancing back at his bedroom door. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

You took the copy and smiled as you sat down, skimming through it for a few minutes.

“If you have a copy of this then that means...you follow me on Tumblr. For fuck’s sake,” you groaned. “I made it for fun, to write the prequel stuff I couldn’t put in the books. Apparently you were a winner in the follower giveaway too.”

You set the book down and grabbed your phone, checking your blog for the first time in months. You’d gone on a temporary hiatus and you wouldn’t call it overly popular. It was mostly short stories here and there aside from “Sullivan,” the backstory of Lyle Sullivan and his life before he met Hale.

Shit, you hadn’t even told him that Sullivan was being turned into a proper book. You grabbed the book and put it back on his bookcase, putting your phone away before you sat back down. He was a fan so it made sense and he loved talking about the story with you.

You lay down and sighed, hoping when you brought it up things didn’t get weird.

“Good morning,” you said, Jensen looking rough as he wandered out of his room in a pair of jeans and an oversized hoodie. “How are you feeling?”

“Sucky but better,” he said. “Down to 100 now.”

“Good,” you said, grabbing a glass of water for him. “Take some morning medicine and then I’ll drive us to work if you’re up for it.”

“For sure,” he said. He wandered around the apartment and chuckled. “Did you clean for me?”

“A little. Mostly sprayed lysol,” you said. He nodded and opened his curtains, turning for a moment before he stared at the bookcase, probably seeing something off about it.

“Did you read last night?” he asked. “Not that I have a problem with that.”

You sighed and he walked over, taking his medicine as you poured his soup in a thermos to bring with him.

“I may have spotted that Sullivan book when I got a blanket. It peaked my interest,” you said.

“So how much more of a loser do you think I am than before,” he laughed nervously.

“I don’t think...I have no problem with fanfiction of my stuff. It’s super cool actually. But...I sort of wrote that story,” you said. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

“No you didn’t. It’s not a real book. I got it from a blog which again, super embarrassing but-”

“Jensen. It’s my blog,” I said.

“Oh. You’re...oh,” he said.

“Yeah. I wanted to get that out in the open,” you said, pursing your lips.

“Cool. Um, we should get going. You have to get in early I’m sure,” he said as he grabbed the thermos.

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen already walking away and putting on his shoes. “Uh, let’s head out then.”

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A/N: Read Part 7 here!

#supernatural #spn #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #supernatural series #supernatural reader insert #jensen ackles x reader #spn reader insert #jensen reader insert #jensen x #jensen ackles x you

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mikkomacko · 4 years

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The Adventures of Harry and Penny

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This is a series of fluffy moments between Harry and his family, particularly during quarantine in California. I thought it'd be nice to have a fun little mini series going on in the chaoticness of our lives. I hope you enjoy!

Their home in Los Angeles hasn't been lived in in quite some time. Of course it's still set up the way Harry designed and decorated it all those years ago when he was enjoying living on the coast. The mansion still housed him a few times out of the year, being his go to sanctuary when his first tour finished up. Of course he'd been itching to leave, only staying the few days he needed to in order to conclude the Live On Tour era before he was jetting off back to London to be with his wife and their newborn, so he didn't really clean up or take care of the house like he normally would've if he hadn't been in such a rush.

He didn't go back for awhile after that, choosing to hide out with his girls in their main home. Him and y/n had kept the pregnancy a secret, as well as the birth, so he couldn't exactly take the baby across the world with him whenever he was having some separation anxiety. For months he kept the trips to LA to a minimum, until they'd agreed it was time to share Penelope Styles with the world. The rush that hit them after announcing the baby also kept him out of LA, not wanting Penelope to be bombarded.

In fact, the first time she stayed in the house in America was for Fine Line Live at the Forum, but again it was a brief stay. Him and y/n wanted their daughter to have a stable home, to grow up as normally as possible with the last name that turns heads on every corner of the planet, so they'd gone back to England as soon as possible.

The second time Penelope's taken into the old home is completely unplanned and not exactly welcome. Harry just needed to visit for a few days, get some things regarding the new tour and promo settled, and he'd sworn all over his future grave that he'd be back home safe and sound just in time for the UK to go into quarantine. Luckily, y/n has a gift for sensing bad luck, and she ignored his arguing and grumbling as she packed a bag for Penelope and herself, leaving a key in the hideaway spot in case Gemma needed to come check on the house for them. "Don't know when we'll be back." She told Harry breezily, even though it pissed him off. Did she really not trust him?

She usually did, but he was glad she hadn't this time, otherwise he'd be holed up in their California home by himself while his girls were tucked away together in London. Glad as he was that y/n took matters into her own hands and hijacked his trip to LA, he still grimaces as he enters the plain old house, nose itching at the dust and eyes fighting to adjust to the darkness.

"Ew daddy," Penelope mumbles, turning her head into his shoulder to peek back at her mumma. Y/n pushes around Harry, her own nose twitching in the must, but she still starts pulling back curtains and tugging open windows.

"Don't worry petal," Harry promises, bouncing the almost two year old on his hip, "daddy will make it feel like home huh?"

Penelope looks at him apprehensively, watching her mumma move around to make the living room easy to live in while her daddy just stands there. "Don't think so."

Y/n giggles at that, making Harry scoff. He'll certainly do the best he can.

The coffee pot drips, the bedroom fan upstairs whirls, and Penny smacks on her oatmeal in Harry's ear as he attempts to video chat his mother. He's trying to be quite for the sake of his wife, wanting her to have a nice sleep in, but with the way the toddler in his lap is loudly chatting with her Nana, Harry has a feeling she'll be down any moment.

"So you're enjoying it then? Being in LA?" Anne asks, sipping out of her favorite tea mug. It's a little porcelain white one, molding into two black cat ears at the rim with whiskers and a pink nose painted on the side, leading to the tail shaped handle that has meow engraved on it. It was a Christmas gift y/n picked out back when they'd just started dating, and while Harry found it a bit tacky and insisted he wasn't putting it in the goody box they were gifting her, y/n snuck it in. Again, she knew better than him because his mum fell in love with it immediately.

"Yeah, weather's warmer here so we're having a blast in the backyard aren't we sweetheart?" He bounces his knee, catching Penelope's attention. Of course she's been listening to her daddy speak all along, and she doesn't hesitate to mumble her agreement.

"That's nice," Anne hums, "s'been a bit warm here lately too. Enjoy coming out to the garden with my babies."

Harry refrains from rolling his eyes, but not the amused curl of his lips. "They're cats mum, not babies."

She scoffs, mug clanking as she sets it on the outdoor table stationed in the garden she loves oh so much. One of the cats, a new one with deep orange fur leaps up onto her lap. "Oh hush Harry, you're hurting their feelings!"

"Rusty," Penelope calls, and the cats ears twitch. How his baby knows the name of this cat is beyond him but he assumes y/n must have told her after Anne undoubtedly tweeted about the little feline.

"That's right darling, you know Rusty." Anne coos encouragingly, and Penelope preens under the attention just like Rusty preens under Anne's scratching fingers.

"Mumma know Rusty," Penelope says like a matter of fact, wiggling around in Harry's lap so she's facing his chest. He fishes the dish towel off the counter, wiping her mouth clean. Huffing, he tosses it over his shoulder towards the laundry room, feeling guilty that y/n just managed to wash all the linen in the house and they've already dirtied it up. He'll just wash it himself, that way she can relax.

"Speaking of, where's my daughter?"

Harry still smiles at the name, proud of the reminder that his mother loves her so much, even though she's been called that long before the two we're even engaged. "Still sleeping. House was a bloody mess when we got here, kept this one busy-" he pats at Penelope's bum "while she managed to make it habitable."

Penelope lays her head on his bare chest, forehead nudging the cross necklace that rests in the light dusting of chest hair he's got growing. "Habible?" She huffs confused, and both Harry and Anne chuckle fondly.

"Means we can live here comfortably now, yeah?" He explains, peaking down at her. "Nice warm bed with clean blankets, lots of food, little play area for ya?"

"Oh," she nods.

"You really should take better care of that place Harry." Anne informs him, tone bordering on scolding. "At least send someone to keep up with it or rent it out. Does no good just sitting there."

"Just what I need, some stranger paying to stay in my house."

"You know what I mean." Anne replies breezily. "S'not nice to have your wife cleaning up after you two every minute of every day. She's only got one child you know, and it's the little one drooling on you."

Harry bites back his smirk. "What's that saying? A boyfriend's like a first child?"

Unimpressed, she sips her tea. "You're her husband, not her boyfriend."

"That just means I'm further down the line of boyfriend-ness therefore further down the line of childishness."

"Oh you're childish alright." Anne bites back, and he laughs. Despite his arguing and teasing, he knows she's right so he relents.

"I know mum, gonna take better care of the house. Never realized how unfit of a home it was untill it had to house my girls." Penelope perks up, reaching to cling to his neck.

"Can I wake mumma?"

Harry shakes his head, stroking her hair back. "We're letting mumma rest alright, today's you and me yeah? Can do whatever you'd like."

Pleased with being in charge of their activities today, she snuggles back into his neck. He swears she gets her clinginess from her mum, but he really knows it's all him. And he couldn't be prouder.

"What have we been doing to keep us busy?" Anne hums, and Harry wonders if she's just making conversation or wanting to take suggestions on how to pass the time. He frowns, thinking of her all by herself and he wishes he'd just listened to y/n so they could be holed up in Holmes Chapel.

Shaking the thought of her being lonely off, Harry mentally goes through the past few days. They'd rearranged Penelope's room, making it resemble her one at home, ordered some toys online as well decorations for her little area, went on lots of walks, raked the grass in the backyard so they could play in it, but what sticks out the most is how much they've eaten. He glances down at his baby, knowing they're both sporting pudgy bellies from all the fruit snacks and mini muffins they've been gobbling down.

"Ehh," Harry breathes, trying to think of something other than pigging out, "just trying to make the place feel as close to home as possible. Thinking of painting Penny's room."

He actually wasn't thinking that but he knows his mother's been looking for a sign to repaint her own bedroom and this could be it. And maybe he should paint Penelope's room. Her one back in London is a nice lavender color.

"That's wonderful! Maybe I should do mine too?" Harry smiles triumphantly, nodding.

"Now's a good time for it," he agrees, and Penelope turns back around his lap so she can finish the last couple cold bites of oatmeal.

"Alright then! Send pictures when your done and I'll do the same!"

"I'll probably catch it on Instagram before you can remember to send them to me."

"More flowers," Penelope orders softly, tapping her finger against the mask Harry's got stretched out under his left hand. "Please?" She adds after he side eyes her, and then he's grinning, happily drawing a floppy pink flower. Harry ordered her a reusable one a few days ago that'll make her look like she's got cat whiskers and a nose, but until it arrives she's stuck with the disposable one from the store.

"You could just put one of your bandanas around her." Y/n suggests from the kitchen, tightening the lid on Harry's water bottle before packing it into his bag.

"My own mumma!" Penelope sighs as if it's obsurd for her to share anything more than a bloodline with her father. DNA strand? That's fine. Bubble baths? Yes please. The king size bed upstairs? Most definitely. Harry's bandana? Way over the line.

Harry's lips curl in amusement but he shrugs at his wife. "It'll be too big on her little face anyway." He reasons, capping the marker and tossing it into the pencil box he'd brought down from the junk room.

Penelope knees her way into his lap, forcing him to push the chair back so she's not squished against the table. "Finished daddy? I can wear it now?" She asks, bouncing eagerly on his thighs. He nods, reaching around her to grab the mask off the table and present it to her. Squealing excitedly, she clambers down to the dining room floor, running around the counter to go show y/n.

"Mumma look! Look what daddy draws!"

Y/n gasps, crouching down to squish Penelope's face between her hands. "You look so beautiful Penny!" His daughter squeals happily making Harry's smug smirk grow. Pushing himself up from the dining table, he grabs the packed backpack off the counter, throwing it over both his shoulders.

"Ready to go darlings?"

Y/n nods, tying her own bandana around her neck before leading Penelope towards the front door, Harry trailing behind. "Want my treat people mumma."

"S'too hot for a hoodie sweetheart." Y/n declines, dropping to her knees to help Penelope put on her little Nike shoes. Penelope's little hands hold her mum's shoulders for balance, lips drooping to a frown as she pouts at Harry.

"Daddy's got his."

"Daddy's crazy love."

Harry scoffs, hooking his thumbs into the straps of the bag and now he's pouting too. "M'not crazy," he defends, "let her wear her jumper. If it gets too hot we'll just take it off." Penelope beams at him and he's off towards the coat closet before y/n can even respond. He pulls her little grey pullover off the hangar, jumping in shock when he turns around and she's standing behind him. Bouncing on her toes, she throws her arms up so Harry can slip the fabric over her head.

"Thanks daddy," she says politely, running her fingers over the embroidered letters that spell out 'Treat People With Kindess' while her other hand takes a hold of his pinky and ring finger. "Hike now?"

"Hike now." He nods, returning to the front door where y/n is waiting with pursed lips. Grinning, he presses a kiss to her cheek while reaching for the door knob. "She'll be fine. Not gonna let my lucky Penny get heat stroke." He tugs the door open, nudging y/n out first with a hand on her lower back. Penelope follows, tugging him along. He has enough time to close and lock the door before she's impatiently squeezing his fingers.

"You're being slow," she complains, and y/n giggles as she pulls Penelope's mask over her little nose, "I don't want to be payshun." Harry rolls his eyes, pulling his own bandana over his lower face, hiding the endeared smile that takes over his lips. He loves when Penelope slurs or mispronounces her words. Reminds him that she's still just a new human and he's the one that gets to teach her and raise her and love her.

"Alright, alright, we're going." He surrenders, taking y/n's hand in his free one. They're 'hike' is really just a walk a few blocks down so they can have a picnic overlooking the water, but he supposes for Penelope's little legs it's like hiking Mount Everest. He reminds himself of that when he has to pick her up and carry her for the second half of the walk because her legs are tiny and tired. He doesn't mind though. She's his little human. He'd carry her everywhere for the rest of her life if she let him, no questions asked. Because she's his lucky Penny.

Harry's tugging down his side of the bedsheets when it happens and it makes his heart leap into his throat, panic settling in it's place in his chest. Penelope's scream has him dropping the blankets, immediately taking off towards the bedroom door. She's just running out of her own bedroom when Harry steps into the hallway, dropping to pick her up when she blubbers his name.

"What happened moppet? Are ya hurt?"

She buries her head into his neck, jabbing a finger towards her bedroom. Y/n makes her presence known with a gentle hand on his back, easing his racing heart when she softly shushes Penelope. Harry walks to the doorway, leaning forward to peek his head inside. Penelope clings to him tighter, whimpering softly.

"By my bed daddy."

Not spotting any threats in her room, Harry relaxes as he looks towards her bed. The blankets are ruffled and thrown back, her stuffed kangaroo, Mikey laying on the pillow where he'd tucked it in next to her not too long ago.

"There's nothing there petal." Harry soothes, rubbing his fingers over her back. Y/n moves back her blankets, picks up her stuffies, pats down her pillows and nothing. Penelope peels herself away from him to look around, eyes red rimmed and watery. Y/n pats the last pillow, her hand barely smacking it before something is fluttering up from the fabric. Penelope screeches, face returning to his neck and fingers clawing at his shoulder.

"There!" She cries, squirming closer like she's desperately trying to disappear into Harry's chest. The moth flutters around the fairy lights above her bed, landing gracefully on the shelf of toys. "It flies!"

Refraining from giggling over how cute his lucky Penny is, Harry hands her over to y/n. She curls into her mom, grabbing Mikey from her hand and burying her face in his neck. "Alright, alright, I'll get it." Harry assures, climbing up on her bed. Cupping his hand, Harry closes his fingers around the bug, waiting for it's fluttering to tickle his palms before pulling them off the shelf and sealing his fingers together.

"Wanna see him Penny? Can show you he's not scary." Harry offers but that was the wrong thing to say because she cracks into hysterical cries. Y/n swats his arm, bouncing Penelope while he tugs open her bedroom window, releasing the moth into the night air and quickly shutting it again.

"The moth is gone Penny, daddy got rid of him." Y/n assures, prompting Penny to turn her teary eyes to Harry. He holds his hands up to show her it's gone, and while she relaxes a little bit, her eyes still flicker over her bedroom apprehensively. She whines something neither of them can understand, reaching out for Harry to hold her. He gladly takes her in his arms, rubbing her back while y/n shuts off the fairy lights.

"Wanna sleep with us tonight sweetheart?" Y/n offers. Penelope nods, laying her head on his shoulder and sniffling. He carries her to their bedroom, plopping her down right in the middle so she can be snuggled by her mum and dad tonight. Climbing under the blankets next to her, Harry wipes her wet cheeks and gives both her and Mikey a kiss on the nose. Y/n turns out the lights except for the little nightlight in the corner and then she crawls in next to them as well.

They're not even in bed for more than ten seconds before Penelope is laying her head on Harry's chest, stretching her feet out over y/n's tummy and murmuring, "can we watch Ariel?"

Y/n and Harry share a look, both of them reliving too many hours spent watching The Little Mermaid but Harry pulls the movie up anyway, kissing Penelope's head and reaching over to hold y/n's hand. He falls asleep to the sound of Penelope mumbling the words to all the songs, thinking that she one day might give him a run for his money with that voice of hers. Maybe they'll even write songs together. Until then, they've got many more adventures to come.

#The Adventures of Harry and Penny #harry styles #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #dad harry styles #quarantine #husband harry #daddy harry #dad harry

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musical-shit-show · 4 years

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Two Sides: Chapter 5

Previous Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4)

Characters: Musical!Beetlejuice, Female!OC, Lydia Deetz, Barbara Maitland, Adam Maitland

Warnings: anxiety, awkward attempts at flirting, panic attacks, cursing, a little bit of angst if you squint

Word Count: 1,930

Author’s Note: Been on a writing kick so I figured I’d post Chapter 5! Not much to say about this chapter, just some good old fashioned character development a.k.a. Beej being a pissbaby and Cassandra being an anxiety factory. Please check out my Masterlist here and my About Me page. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Both Cassandra and Beetlejuice called after the dark-haired girl, but she had already shut the door with a forceful yank. Causing mischief was something Lydia had perfected from spending a lot of time with Beetlejuice, and while she didn’t want to admit it, she was sort of glad her roommate had brought him back. Life without her undead companion was almost getting too normal for her liking.

She knew that this day was already turning out to be a lot to handle for Cassandra, but Lydia tried not to beat herself up about how everyone had been introduced. Nothing ever went according to plan in the Deetz/Maitland household, so it was just as well that the day had already erupted into total chaos. Still, Lydia hoped that her roommate would roll with the punches and make it through the weekend relativity unscathed.

After Lydia shut the door, Beetlejuice’s demeanor changed almost instantly. He leaned casually on the end of Cassandra’s wooden bed frame, his eyes scanning her, an impish glint in his eye. His green hair was now mixed with pale yellow and light pink colorations.

“So....does your hair always do that…?” Cassandra asked awkwardly, attempting to make some semblance of a conversation. The air in the room was still unbelievably tense, even after Lydia had properly introduced the two of them. A smug look flashed across the demon’s face.

“My hair’s sorta like a mood ring,” he said matter-of-factly, picking at the dead skin around his fingernails, “This shade of yellow means that I’m curious about ya. Pretty cool, huh?” He secretly wanted to impress her, and he thought the nonchalant act would do just the trick.

“And what does pink mean?” Cassandra asked, enthralled by the swirl of hues that now adorned his head.

“That I think you’re hot, babes,” he said, raising an eyebrow. He gave her another once over as Cassandra held back an uncomfortable laugh, taken aback at how forward he was.

“Oh, I’m sure you say that to all the girls you manhandle after they unwittingly unleash you into the mortal realm,” she said casually, doing her best to hide her discomfort with him. She did not take getting hit on well by living men, let alone men that had been dead for probably decades. Beetlejuice raised his eyebrows, wrongly suspecting that she was flirting back.

“What, are ya talking about that kiss?” he said innocently, his stocky frame inching closer to her, “Look, new girl, that was just a gesture of appreciation. You should be flattered.” Cassandra rolled her eyes, frustrated with the demon’s lack of self-awareness.

“Okay, first off, my name is Cassandra,” she said childishly, “Second, I’m not flattered by you fucking with me. The last hour of my life has been insane, and I really don’t need your help making it any crazier.” Beetlejuice felt the venom in her tone, but soldiered on until she cracked. Breathers like her always did, and he knew she was just putting on a front to seem tougher than she really was.

“Listen, babes, you gotta relax a little. Take a walk on the undead side,” he purred, “Why don’t I show ya—?” He stopped her pacing and grabbed her waist. Cassandra let out a small yelp of anger, pushing him away and plopping onto the bed. The comforter was now decidedly dirtier since the demon had laid on it, but she didn’t care. Hot tears of infuriation filled her eyes.

“Look, the last thing I want to do is get down and dirty with some dead guy that just appeared in my room and has been messing with me from the second I got here,” she said, in a quiet but sharp tone, “So please, for the love of all that is good and decent, could you, just, leave?” Instantly the pink and yellow swirls in his hair were mixed with a deep red and blue. Beetlejuice stared angrily at the floor, not used to being shot down so pointedly. This kind of rejection brought up emotions he wasn’t quite keen on revisiting, but he was too prideful to admit he had gone too far.

“Fine,” he muttered, not bothering to make eye contact with the already irked woman, “You’re not my type anyways, sweetheart. Guess I didn’t know Lydia had such a stuck up, goody-two-shoes breather for a roommate. See ya around, new girl.” With that he vanished from the room, a tiny *pop* emanating from the spot where he stood.

Cassandra let out another angry cry, overwhelmed with the day’s events. She understood where Lydia coming from, leaving the two of them together to get better acquainted. After all she was right: Cassandra was the one that stupidly summoned him. But it clearly didn’t occur to her that Beetlejuice would go back to his old self faster than lightning, making Cassandra incredibly uneasy in the process. A few moments later, a soft knock on the door broke her out of her emotional spiraling.

“Cassandra? It’s Barbara,” the blonde woman said softly, a tiny crack between the door and its frame forming, “Everything okay?” Cassandra quickly wiped away a small tear and cleared her throat.

“Uh, yeah, yeah everything is fine,” she said unconvincingly. Barbara took that as an invitation to open up the door fully and enter the guest room, Adam following quietly behind her. “I just, uh, met another dead person in this house. The guy who looks homeless and smells like a sewer.”

“Beetlejuice,” the couple deadpanned in tandem. Adam groaned in slight frustration, rubbing the back of his neck at the thought of the raucous demon back in his former home.

“Of course, of course he would be back here,” he said as Barbara rubbed his shoulders, attempting to relax him, “After we had just cleaned up from his last mess...did Lydia summon him?” Adam’s expression softened when he saw the guilt on Cassandra’s face. She had just met these people and had now accidentally freed an entity they clearly didn’t have much fondness for.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—” Cassandra let a few frustrated tears fall from her eyes, not able to even look up at the couple. Barbara sat down next to her on the bed, placing her hand on top of Cassandra’s. The living woman felt no sensation of being touched, but appreciated the gesture of comfort.

“It’s okay, honey,” Barbara said genuinely, her kind face illuminating the gloomy air in the room, “We aren’t upset with you, right Adam?” The woman nudged her husband quite forcefully, catching him slightly off-guard.

“No, no of course not,” Adam added, chuckling slightly, “It’s just, Beetlejuice can sometimes be...well, a handful.”

“Really?” Cassandra sniffed, drying her tears, “I hadn’t noticed.” The three of them cracked small smiles, slightly easing the disquieting air that hung in the room, “Is he always such a dick?” Barbara and Adam looked at each other, silently confirming the living woman’s question. Cassandra sighed. Not two hours into being in this house, and she had met three dead people and had already pissed off the most irritating of them all.

The Maitlands were at least acting civil towards her, even treating her with kindness. But there was something about Beetlejuice that made Cassandra’s temperature rise. The condescending smirk, the overzealous grabbiness, the complete unawareness of social cues...it all added up to a huge pain in the ass that she was going to have to deal with for the entire weekend.

‘You have to be nice,’ Cassandra thought, ‘For Lydia. He’s best friends with Lydia, and you need to be nice. Just for the weekend. And then you’ll never have to see that creep again.’ “Try and stick it out, just for a few days,” Barbara said sweetly, “He really isn’t that bad when you get to know him.” Adam smiled unconvincingly, doing nothing to quell Cassandra’s discomfort.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” she said, smiling as genuinely as she could muster, “I still have a little more settling in to do, but I’ll see you guys downstairs soon, okay?” The two ghosts nodded and disappeared in a flash, leaving the living woman alone once again. Cassandra closed her eyes yet again, finding it easier to process the events that had transpired since she had entered the house. She just had to accept that this was what Lydia’s world was like, even though she had no idea it existed.

She couldn’t blame Lydia for not telling her all these years, but she was still shocked to know that her best friend and roommate had successfully kept this from her for so long. A wave of emotions crashed down on her: hurt, anger, confusion, curiosity, excitement even. How was she supposed to make it through the rest of this trip without feeling like a mental patient? She felt a tightness in her chest, a telltale sign her anxiety had taken hold of her psyche.

Beetlejuice materialized in the room only seconds after the Maitlands vanished, watching her intently. Now he was intentionally making his presence unknown so he could further survey the damage without causing another scene. His hair was now a swirl of purple and red, creating a sea of maroon locks that adorned his head. He watched as Cassandra steadied her breathing and closed her eyes, attempting to gain her composure. She let a few stress-induced tears escape from her eyes but quickly brushed them away, as she shook her head and moved to unzip her duffel bag. Beetlejuice felt a twinge of guilt, a blue streak reappearing in his hair. He hadn’t met anyone new since he infiltrated the Maitlands’ home all those years ago, and the prospect of fresh meat to torment was too difficult to pass up. He feared he had gone too far, but those thoughts were replaced by annoyance and disdain.

‘Who does this breather think she is?’ he thought angrily, stewing in the corner of the room, still eyeing Cassandra as she methodically placed her clothes in an empty dresser, ‘Since when did Lydia get a new best friend? And how could that best friend possibly be a bigger mess than I am?!’

In all of his years as a bio-exorcist, Beetlejuice had never been turned down by a human so abruptly. Well, other than Lydia of course, but that was a different situation entirely. When it came to consenting adult breathers, Beetlejuice had them on their backs in no time. At their core, he knew that they loved the idea of breaking the rules, and getting pleasured by a demon was about the most sinful thing imaginable.

But this one? This trembling, crying, self-conscious mess that stood before him? She had made it very clear she wanted nothing to do with him, try as he might to be as friendly as he possibly could with her, though his definition of friendly was certainly more abrasive and forward than the average person’s, living or dead.

And the thought that this was the person Lydia was now spending all of her time with and not goofing off with him? Well, that only damaged Beetlejuice’s bruised ego even more. What made her so goddamn special?

Beetlejuice could feel himself growing more and more contemptuous towards Cassandra, but decided to at least attempt to be civil towards her, for Lydia’s sake. He was her best friend after all, and he wasn’t going to let this annoying breather change that over the course of one weekend.

Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun when Lyds wasn’t around...

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Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [twelve]

Warnings: Smut (18+), male & female receiving oral, Valentine’s Day sex ya know, I guess minor bdsm??, tying up, dom!Tom themes, blindfolding, toy use, alcohol & its use ;) , talk of sex with the roomies, teasing of Harrison & Cole if you blink, language, minor mentions of family issues, more fantasizing of family life

Word Count: 5,977

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day!! I hope you enjoy. Just let me say that the next few parts may or may not hurt, but I ask you to stay with me cause it is needed haha. Lemme know what you think though. :)

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"Happy Valentine's Day to my absolute favorite women." Phoebe remarks, setting different colored sparkly heart shaped baskets in front of you, Ivey, and Scarlett at the kitchen table. Ivey gasps as you smile and Scarlett coos,

"Aww Phoebs these are so cute." Scarlett remarks. You nod, glancing up at her,

"They are, they're really adorable." You tell her. She smiles,

"Only the best for my loves." She remarks, leaning against your chair with a shrug. You smile, leaning into her. She sighs,

"Any idea what the boys got you girls?" She asks in general to the group. There's a collective shake of the head as you, Ivey, and Scarlett look between each other to see if anyone knows. You smile,

"Tom did demand I buy him new roses if anything ‘cause his died."

"You should try buying him carnations. Those last a lot longer." Ivey pipes up. You shrug, looking over the contents of Phoebe's basket,

"Any idea what we're all doing tonight?" Phoebe poses instead. Scarlett hums,

"Cole's making dinner and dessert and then we're gonna watch cheesy rom coms and make fun of them." She says with a smile. You giggle, looking to Ivey who shrugs,

"The only thing I know is Harrison and I are going to dinner." She remarks. The three of you nod before all eyes land on you. Your cheeks burn, eyes downcast,

"Uhm, I- Tom didn't really... give me much. He just told me to wear... something nice." You mutter,

"He'll probably just take you to dinner-"

"No not... not that kind of nice, uhm, he told me to wear a nice bra and panty set." You add. There's a silent a gasp,

"Ooh shit." Phoebe mumbles. Scarlett snorts,

"Look at you exploring that fuckin typical sex fiend Tom. How has it been?" She asks. You shrug,

"I don't really have much to base him off of. I was with like one guy before him and we were both in high school." You admit, picking at a string on your sweater. She hums,

"But... can he make you cum without touching you? Like, just sex, no clit rubbing?" You nod,

"Yeah, depends on what position he puts me in. He's really good in doggystyle."

"Must be nice. Sometimes Harrison just... forgets." Ivey speaks up. You smile, listening to Scarlett scoff and jokingly brush her hair over her shoulder,

"That's what you get for dating a boy Ivey. At least mine's a man." She boasts. You snort,

"Yeah, your man wore Spongebob boxers until he was nineteen." You tell her. The room breaks out into laughter, Scarlett leaning back in her chair,

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with liking Spongebob into your twenties. That's when you understand most of the jokes anyways." She defends. You giggle as she purses her lips, trying to contain her laughter,

"Besides, he is so fucking good. God that boy is so fucking sexy. His voice afterwards when he knows I still can't breathe-"

"Ew, ew, ew, that's alright, we don't have to. I'm related to that and I do not need to know." You tell her, shivering and moving your hands between you. She laughs, eyes casting up to Phoebe who holds her fingers out at a measurable distance. Scarlett reads her, holding her fingers up with a little added length,

"Balls too."

"Scarlett!" You squeal, your friends bursting out into laughter again. She holds her hands up,

"What?! How is that fair that you can talk your sex life but I can't talk mine?"

"Because yours happens to occur with my older brother and I do not need grimy details about an idiot I grew up with." You screech over the laughter. Once the laughing subsides, Scarlett sighs,

"He is good though." She mutters. You roll your eyes as a knock on the door sounds through the room. You silently thank the gods for whoever is on the other side, face brightening further when the three boys in question walk through the door. Tom rounds the corner in sweats and a tee, hat on backwards as he beelines straight for you, hands shoved in his pockets. You smile, laying your head back against his stomach as he leans in to kiss your cheek,

"Happy first Valentine's babe." He whispers to you. You smile, kissing his cheek back,

"Happy Valentine's Day love." You mutter. He glances up, watching his best friend and Cole retreat to their respective girlfriends. Phoebe drapes her arms around his shoulders,

"So I heard you requested that our sweet Y/N wear her best undies." She tells Tom who smiles, glancing down at you,

"Good thing I don't tell you my secrets darling." He jokes. You giggle and shrug,

"We're a family here. I tell them everything." You tell him. He hums, looking back up to Phoebe,

"Yeah, I got somethin good planned for her. Should be great." Is all he comes up with. Laying your head back against his arm, he nods at her. She nods in return as he purses his lips,

"But uhh, what are you doin?" He asks her. She shrugs,

"Probably sitting around here. Maybe I'll look for a hookup, who knows." She says with a shrug. You giggle as Tom smiles at her,

"Well shit, when you put it like that, there's room on my bed for the both of you." You gasp, reaching up to swat at his chest,

"Tom!" You screech. He chuckles,

"What? She's gonna spend Valentine's Day alone looking for a hookup. I could take you both on." He remarks. You pout as he stares down at you with a cheesy smile. He clicks his tongue,

"I'm kidding love. Damn I thought you'd put up more of a fight." He jokes. Phoebe smiles down at you,

"It's fine Y/N, wouldn't wanna steal your picture perfect moment." She remarks. Tom wraps his arms around you, lifting you and sitting in your spot. He pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. He sighs, leaning into your ear,

"Just for that though, you'll have to be punished." He jokes. You smile, leaning your back against his chest, hands placed over his arms.

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Each of your steps are accentuated by the clicks of the heels you wear as Tom walks you up the stairs to the frat house,

"Ya know, I really, really want our own place so we can do whatever we want." He reminds you. You smile and nod, holding his hand tight,

"Well it's not like I'm quiet if there's people around. At your friend's house back in London I was pretty loud and Cole's friend definitely has neighbors and I wasn't exactly quiet." You remind. He gives a cocky smirk as he glances back at you,

“I like that about you. You don’t hide it like some girls try to.” He tells you. You hum, releasing his hand as he shoulders the front door open. It’s nearly empty, just a few of the boys standing spread through the house. Some greet you, others continue what they’re doing like you aren’t there. Tom leads you through the kitchen first, grabbing some alcohol before he leads you up the stairs and into his room. He sighs as he closes the door and you settle on the bed, laying back and kicking your heels off. You cross your hands over your stomach, watching as Tom walks forward to run the tip of his finger over the hill of one of your breasts,

“I like this dress. It shows off your goodies perfectly.” You smile,

“Thought you just cared what was underneath tonight.” He hums, not answering you at first as he pours some of the bourbon he’d brought into a glass and handing it to you. You sip from it, cringing softly. Tom smiles,

“Well I do, but ‘m just sayin, you’re pretty fuckin sexy in this little dress.” He remarks. You nod, allowing him to crawl over you. You hum as he brushes your hands up above your head, leaning in to kiss your throat,

“You know what though, I think it’ll look better on my floor.” He whispers, reaching up to slide the strap of your dress down your arm, repeating the process with the other as he slides it down your body. When your bra is exposed to him, he lets out another hum, continuing the trail down past your underwear which he blinks down at, dropping your dress on the floor beside him,

"Damn..."

"This set was just bought for this occasion." You tell him with a smile. He eyes the frilly red lace set,

"Its beautiful baby girl. You really know how to spoil me then huh?" He teases. You giggle and nod, eyes following his hand as he reaches for the bottle of bourbon, turning it upside down to drizzle some down the valley of your breasts, quickly leaning in to lap it up as it begins to run. You smile, watching him stand, kicking his shoes off and shimmying from his socks. He sheds his top and pants, watching as you sit up and lean in to kiss across his abdomen. He reaches up to run his fingers through your hair. He gives a sharp tug after a moment, bringing a choked whimper from your throat. He smiled down at you,

"I've got something for you. But you have to be a good girl for me to see it." He purrs. You smile up at him, body coursing in excitement at his tone. He wants to be domineering and you'll let him. You nod, chewing your bottom lip. He gives one curt nod, releasing your hair and walking to his closet. He pulls out a shoebox, placing it on the bed beside you and opening it. Your eyes widen at the contents: silk ties, handcuffs, a few varieties of dildos and vibrators, and nipple clamps,

"The craziest thing in this box is the clamps. But most of it's pretty mild. I just figured I mentioned toys and you didn't say no so maybe I could've bought some and then I had a little extra money. So I kinda went all out. We can try all of them in time but... I only got like three dildos cause I don't really want to use them on you when I've got a perfectly good dick in my pants but... figured maybe we'd see. But if you'd like, we could sample out a vibrator of your choice. And these are definitely being used." He rambles, dragging the ties out. You meet eyes and he gives you a cocky smirk. You cock your head and click your tongue,

"See that's not fair. I wore this for you to dominate me?" You pose, gesturing to the lingerie set you wear. Tom shrugs, looking you over, but he strokes the ties smooth as he does so,

"You did date night a few weeks ago. It's my turn to actually spoil you."

"But I wanna be on top. You always do the work." You pout, shoulders slouching. Tom presses his lips together, staring up at you without blinking for a moment,

"Fine. But I've got conditions. You're to let me tie you up to eat you out and when I'm done I'll let you do the same. But we need to establish a safe word. We aren't gonna be too crazy but," he grabs your hips and leans in to kiss your stomach, "I want us to be safe. If something doesn't feel right, we can use it and we'll stop." You nod, hands rested on his shoulders,

"What about... ooh, what about curtain call?" You pose. One of his eyebrows arches and you purse your lips,

"Ya know... at the end of a performance. Y-you were talking about stage directions the other day. I do listen." You murmur, seeming somewhat embarrassed. Tom chuckles,

"I know you do, I'm just... surprised. Yeah, curtain call is good." He tells you through a chuckle, squeezing your hips. You nod, letting him guide you back to lay on the bed, dragging you up to have you hold the posts of his headboard before he binds a silk tie around your wrists and the post. You watch, leaning up to kiss his stomach again, which moves as he laughs,

"Gonna be a good girl for me darling?" He purrs again, leaning in to kiss along your jaw. You nod,

"Yes sir."

"Now that's just wrong. You don't want me to dominate you, but you're gonna call me sir. Naughty girl." You giggle as he lifts your bottom half from the bed, pulling your panties down and swatting your butt in one sitting. You press your eyes closed for a moment, opening them as he spread your thighs to kneel between. He drags another piece of silk from the nightstand, showing it to you before leaning in to fasten it around your eyes. You gasp,

"Oh come on. That's not fair."

"You blindfolded me the other night. It's my turn. Besides... your orgasm'll be better if you're compromised." He mutters, kissing down your body. He disappears from the bed, his weight around you nonexistent anymore as he toys with your remaining senses. You gasp again, tugging at your restraints when something brushes over your stomach. Tom cackles,

"Those were my boxers by the way. And your body liked that." He purrs once more, leaning in to kiss around your belly button which draws a guttural whine from your throat,

"Tommy... please do something." You cry out. He chuckles again, humming to himself as he rounds the end of the bed, running his hands up your legs from ankle to thigh to spread them,

"What do we say pretty girl? Repeat it."

"Please." You pant, holding the wooden headboard post,

"Good girl." He gently mumbles. Closing your eyes tight, you give a shaky breath, feeling his breath across your hips before he leans in, instantly sucking your clit into his mouth. You cry out arching your back as his hands find purchase on your thighs, holding them apart while he works on you. He hums, your toes curling and you're on the verge of tears with how good it feels. Tom always makes it feel good. Sex is always the best, but the way he uses his mouth- which he hasn't since the night at the club because all of your sex has been too rushed for foreplay- is exceptional. You grasp the restraints, moaning and whimpering as you focus on the tingling and straight pleasure Tom provides, tracing his tongue around your clit and lapping at you in figure eights. You whine as he pulls up,

"Tommy... Tommy, please..." He chuckles,

"Tell me what you want baby girl." He demands. You arch your back,

"Please just don't stop. Want your tongue." You whine. He chuckles again,

"Good thing I hadn't intended on stopping then huh?" He poses, your senses dialed to eleven as he leans in, sucking your clit into his mouth and pumping his fingers inside of you once he slips them inside. Your nails claw at the bedpost, eyes squeezed shut tight beneath your blindfold,

"Fuck Tom." You gasp. He chuckles darkly,

"You like that pretty girl. So wet for me." He mutters, kissing your thigh. You can feel him shift, but think nothing of it as you focus on getting to your first high of the night. Your body craves it, wanting to feel that molten lava take over your body. You hum, gasping and shuddering as a strong vibrating sound rings through the air and cool metal is pressed to your clit. Your body lurches, tugging against the restraints at the new, overwhelming, foreign feeling and the milliseconds of uncertainty as to what it is nearly has you calling out your safe word.. He chuckles again,

"You like that darling?" You nod, panting as you seek out more pleasure from not only his fingers pumping in and out of you, but the bullet vibrator pressed firmly to your clit. You move your hips down into him, letting him slip his fingers out of you and replace it with his tongue. Your back arches again, head buried in the pillows,

"Fuck me Tommy. That feels so good." You moan, feeling your high build further and further,

"Can tell... you're soaked darling." He mutters back. You grasp the ties, toes curling and eyes squeezing shut,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum." You squeal. Tom hums, his tongue leaving you before he takes hold of your hips and flips you over onto your knees, twisting your wrists in the ties snugly, but not uncomfortably. He presses his fingers back inside of you, thrusting them quickly as he holds the overpowering vibrator firm to your clit. You whine, leaning down to bury your face in his sultry smelling pillow as he fights to bring you to climax,

"Come on love, cum for me." He directs into your ear. You let out a moan, back arching into his chest as he leans over you, stiff cock jabbing you in the side. Your body convulses after a few more seconds and you squeal, toes curled as you cum finally. You let out a whimper as he works your through it, turning the vibrator off as he draws his fingers out and licks them clean. You hold the post above you tight in your hands,

"Are you... are you gonna untie me?" You ask. He chuckles,

"Eager are we? I don't think I will just yet love. I like you like this." You whimper again as he lays you on your back, pulling the tie on your blindfold lose and tossing it aside,

"I will do that though. You look beautiful all flushed like this." He says with a smile. You return it, leaning your head up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue as he slides it into your mouth. You hum,

"I do quite like the dominating stature you take. It's pretty sexy." He smiles, running his hands up the inside of your thighs,

"That's good. That's kinda... my style of stuff. I like dominating my girls." He admits. You crane your head to watch him sort through the things in front of him. His smile widens,

"You sure liked that vibrator." He remarks. You click your tongue,

"That's like telling me that starving me will result in me wanting to eat. No shit Sherlock." You chide. He chuckles,

"Didn't you though? I mean obviously your body involuntarily likes it but... it's good huh?" You nod, relaxing back against the bed,

"It was good. Intense. I've never used toys before." You admit. He returns your nod, reaching for a condom as he removes the lube in the box and walks to the closet to deposit it back. He hums as he returns, standing beside you with his hands on his hips,

"I'm not ready to untie you love." He remarks. You lick your lips, raising your head,

"Come closer then loser." You bite, watching him walk forward before you lean in to take his cock into your mouth. He hums. You smile around him, shifting until you're laying on your side, bobbing your head softly. You hum as he reaches up to untie you, pulling your legs off the bed and putting you on your knees,

"Hands behind your back darling." You do as you're told, letting him tie your hands behind your back, gathering your hair in his hand,

"You're beautiful baby girl." He purrs. You glance up at him through your lashes, his lips pressing in a tight line as he stares down at you. You hum, moving forward until you're gagging. Tom curses under his breath, holding you far too lightly. You pull back,

"Tommy..."

"What?" He asks, eyes softening at your whine. You pout,

"We established a safe word and we aren't even gonna get our worth out of it." His eyes twinkle as he stares down at you,

"I don't follow darling." He remarks with a lopsided smirk. You click your tongue,

"You wanna be dominating, you gotta gag me." His smile widens as he comes to the realization,

"You want my cock down your throat darling?" He poses softly. You smile and nod, winking up at him,

"You've got me all tied up, why not play with me?" You purr. He chuckles darkly,

"Oh darling, you don't know what you're getting yourself into." He mutters as you take him back into your mouth. He hums, watching you and running his fingers up the side of your face before he gives a solid tug on your neck and you gag. He hisses,

"Fuck darling. You're very good with that pretty little mouth." You hollow your cheeks as he speaks, giggling around him as his knees threaten to give out. He tugs on you harder, hand wrapping in your hair again before he presses, gagging you effectively over and over again. After another moment, he tugs you off of him, breathing hard,

"Alright... fuck... that's enough." He pants, bringing you to your feet and turning you around. Pressing a hand to your back, he bends you over the bed, swatting at your bottom. You squeal, giggling after as he picks at the knots at your back, untying the ties and letting you lay back on the bed, rolling onto your back. He stands between your knees,

"Wanna tie me up now?" He poses. You smile and nod, taking the tie from him and sitting up. He lays back on the bed, letting you move his hands until they're grasping the same post you were. He watches you clamber over him to tie the silk around his wrists, leaning up to kiss your tummy. He hums as you crawl back down, sitting just above his bobbing cock,

"You ever not used a condom with a girl?" You ask him, raising an eyebrow. He smiles, shrugging,

"Maybe one or two." He admits. You click your tongue,

"Such a whore you are Mr. Holland." He chuckles as you lean in to kiss across his chest, rolling your tongue around his nipples. He closes his eyes, grasping at his restraints as you creep down his body. Crouching between his legs, you find the condom and lube amongst the sheets. He sighs as he waits for you to add lube to the tip of the condom after you've opened it and slide it down over him,

"I actually can't wait for the day you let me not use a condom." He remarks. You smile,

"Shoulda said something before I put it on." He raises his head, staring up at you,

"Well fuck then, take it off, what’s one condom?" He practically squeals. You giggle, shaking your head at him,

"Too late." Climbing over him, he watches you turn the lube upside down and drip it over him, setting the bottle aside and settle above him. You reach down, guiding him with two fingers to your entrance before you slide down onto him. He hums, holding the ties in his hands,

"Fuck... that's good." He mutters, eyes closing again as you settle yourself above him, hands on his chest. He presses his lips in a line, raising his head to glance down where you're connected. He sighs,

"Fuck you're good." He adds. You smile, rubbing your hands across his chest before slowly raising your hips and dropping them down again. He hums, holding the restraints around his wrists in a bruising grip. You slowly bounce on top of him, trying to stretch yourself out as he licks his lips and curses under his breath. He watches you reach down once you start to pick up speed, stroking your clit in quick circles, your body quivering from the previous orgasm you'd had. Tom gives a somewhat feminine whine,

"Fuck darling." He tugs at the restraints around his wrist. You tut,

"Don't tell me I'm gonna have to blindfold you for being a bad boy." You tease. He stares up at you with wide, lust blown eyes, laying his head back against his pillow with his eyes never leaving you,

"You're mean." He mutters. You smile down at him, back arching softly as you rub yourself, bursts of pleasure bursting throughout you. You hum, coming down harder around him. After another moment of dull pleasure from Tom, you press a foot to his bed, leaning back on his thighs to bounce softly. He watches, eyes widening again,

"Baby, untie me." He desperately begs. You giggle, pausing as you stare down at him,

"You're such a pussy. I was tied up for like five minutes and you can't even last two." He groans,

"But this is different. I can give you more, come on, untie me." You shake your head, continuing to bounce atop him,

"No way. You stay tied up until I can make you cum." He rotates his wrist in a circle,

"Then c'mon. Hurry it along then darling, I can feel it." He rushes, laying his head back against the pillow below him with a small grunt as you pick up speed. His toes curl, eyes closing as his back arches,

"Fuck..." He groans, holding his ties, focusing on you instead of the bed creaking. He desperately wants to bring his knees up to give him some leverage to thrust up into you, but he can't. You're leaning back on his legs so he just has to enjoy the ride for now. One of your hands comes down between your own legs, rubbing your clit and releasing quiet but high pitched moans. Tom chews his lip, watching you as he chases his high, loving the way your body looks. He whines, tugging at his restraints and he wants nothing more than to reach up and play with your perfect, full, beautiful breasts. His eyes are locked on them, he's captivated by your sheer beauty as your head falls back,

"Fuck Tom... that feels so good." You moan, digging your nails into his thigh. He chuckles,

"Gonna cum before me?" You hum,

"You're hitting the right spot perfectly." You tell him, heart pounding from your chest. Your head falls back again, lips pressed in a tight line as you process the pleasure coursing through your veins. Its molten lava, burning your body. You bite your lip, Tom's eyes wandering up your body. He's nearly there,

"Fuck babe. God I'm so close." He growls. A thought strikes you, a wicked smirk which Tom doesn't catch crossing your face, his eyes closed. But they pop open and he gasps as he feels your hand that's drifted down between his legs to fondle his balls. You laugh wickedly as the headboard jolts and Tom tugs his restraints,

"Babe... ah fuck darling." He spits out, starting to squirm after a moment,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He curses, his hips involuntarily bucking up into yours as he struggles to contain himself. He lets out a loud groan as he cums, wrists red and burning as he tugs against his confines,

"Fuck." He grunts, giving one more thrust before he relaxes. You giggle, leaning over him and kissing him softly,

"Good baby?" He nods rather tiredly, glancing up as he feels you picking at the knots in his ties,

"No changing position." You demand. He nods, hands instantly rising to press over your breasts. You lean up just a little, finding the perfect spot to work back against. His hands slide down to your hips and then one slides down between them, pressing on your clit. You gasp, back arching as he circles the bud,

"That's it baby. Cum for me." He mutters, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders as you lay chest to chest against him, goosebumps erupting across your skin as the new angle allows him to press into that pleasure button. As you pick up speed, his fingers circle your clit faster, pushing you closer and closer to your high.

Each move of your hips draws a dull cry from your lips pressed to Tom's shoulder before he presses his feet to the bed, thrusting up into you. You squeal, biting into his shoulder which draws a growl from his own lips. He kisses your cheek, coaxing you along until you shudder, nuzzling your face in his chest and give a lighthearted scream as you cum for the second time. You pause, kissing his chest as his arms bind around you, legs sliding like butter down amongst the sheets as he struggles to breath below you. You hum as you rise slowly, brain clouded in a blissful haze, Tom's hands resting on your thighs as he waits for you to climb from him. You're panting as you do so, collapsing at his side, draping yourself over his arm. You pull the comforter up across your body, holding it in the crooks of your arms while Tom, just as out of breath, peels the condom from himself and tosses it into the bin beside his bed. He hums, placing his hand over your arm as he drapes the blanket across his waist, turning his head to look at you,

"Well shit." He pants out with a cheesy smile. You nod, letting out a small, breathless laugh, snuggling up into him. He runs his fingertips up your arm, tucking his other arm behind his head. You sigh, placing your hand over his chest,

"I think that was our best yet." You in part joke. He nods,

"I feel that." He mutters. Reaching up, he closed his eyes as you brush through his slightly sweat dampened hair. You lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth as his hand rests on your back, smiling and leaning in to kiss him farther after a moment. Your eyes drift to the top of his dresser where half dead roses lie,

“Wow, you weren’t kidding about your roses.” He glances up and chuckles,

“What, you think I’d lie to you about something so serious?” He jokes. You share a giggle as you lay your head against his shoulder, staring up at them for a moment longer. You raise your head again to look down into his face, heart fluttering,

"I love you. You're my everything." You tell him. He smiles, not opening his eyes for a moment. When he does open them, you watch the brown swirl, a golden speck dancing in them,

"I love you too. You're more than anything. I dunno where I'd be without you." He admits. Tracing his collarbone, he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. Leaning back, you lay across his arm,

"Let's fantasize more. About our future. About us." You request. He hums, staring up at the ceiling as he thinks. You watch his lashes flutter,

"'Right, I want our house to be like... like warm but not like heater or natural heat warm. I want like... oven warm and I want it to smell like baked goods. And I'm," he looks at you then, eyes widening gently in worry, "I'm not like... saying I want you to sit at home and bake. I just want it to smell like baked goods just in general." You nod, staring up at him. He nods in return, glancing up at the ceiling. You hum,

"I always revert back to you with kids. I’ve always wanted to be a mom." He glances down at you again,

"You'd be a real good one, I know that much." He remarks. You smile up at him,

"Is it creepy that I always imagine you as the father of my kids? We've been together like... six months and I’ve already like… planned out their names and thought about what they’ll look like." You tell him. He chuckles and shrugs,

"I don't find it creepy, I think it's cute. You're like the only girl I've ever actually wanted to fantasize about it with." He admits. You hum, rubbing his chest,

"Fine, then I'll tell you what I think of. I think of you coming home from work and being bombarded with like... well I don't know how many but I see you being bombarded by our babies and then you sit at the table with the boys and help them with their homework as your daughter is questioning me about every little thing associated with dinner and helping me do that. She's too young to go to school of course so... she has to be distracted somehow." He nods with a smile,

"And then you teach them how to clean. Like how to do laundry and dishes and vacuum. But our baby girl will be scared of the vacuum for a few years and everytime you're trying to teach them you have to hold her." You add. He chuckles as your eyes sting in unshed tears,

“Very active imagination. That’s cute, I like it.” He remarks, unaware for a moment until he glances down. After another moment, he glances down,

"Hey. What's the matter?" He asks at the look of you, worriedly moving to brush your tears away. You shake your head and sniffle a little,

"Nothing I just... I just didn't get that growing up. I don't want what I had for our kids. This whole split family shit that I went through. I want more for them." You admit. He hums,

"And you'll get there. You're gonna be an amazing mum and hopefully I'm the dad to watch you be that. You're perfect and I couldn't ask for anything better. Our kids are going to be so fucking loved because the love I have for their mum is unreal." He rambles. You smile and nod, pressing your hand over his on your cheek,

"I know. I just... I feel like my parents said the same thing and then they fell out of love and shit. I just don't wanna go through any of that." You mutter. He nods, letting you lay your head over his shoulder,

"What do you dream about when it comes to kids?" You ask, trying to change the subject. He hums,

"Dunno. Uhm, how many kids are we talkin here?" He poses. You shrug,

"I guess if we're being serious, like... three or four." You tell him. He nods,

"I like the idea of being bombarded by little babies. I dunno if I could hold all of them though. But... I like the idea of you being pregnant and giving birth to babies that have your eyes." He jokes, leaning in to poke your nose. You smile,

"I like your eyes though." You murmur. He hums again,

"Well we'll see who our kids side with on that one." You click your tongue,

"Guess so. I like the idea of having little boys that look like me and little girls that look like you though." He purses his lips,

"Little mumma's boys and little daddy's girls. I could fuck with that." He mumbles. You smile, relaxing against him. He runs his fingers up along your spine, your brain going fuzzy as you close your eyes. You sigh, binding your arms around him. He returns the sigh,

"Why don't you get some sleep and dream some more fantasies up for me." You smile, snuggling down into his side,

"I love you." You tell him. He runs his fingers through your hair,

"Love you too darling. Get some rest." With his fingers in your hair and across your back, it isn't hard to fall asleep, your chest pressed to his. Tom glances down at you when he hears your breathing shallow, smiling down at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead,

"And happy first Valentine's my love." He whispers, kissing your temple before his own eyes close and like always with you around, he falls asleep faster than ever. Peacefully.

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