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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Prompt idea: Lingerie with Frankie Morales but make it cute/funny? Picture this, you've got all of the fancy bits you've never worn before and you're struggling with the fiddly latches, crying out, "I can't get this shit on!" You finally figure it out, show it off to Frankie and he loves it. But he likes sex best when there's nothing between the two of you, so he works on unwrapping you. You notice his lips stop moving on you for a few seconds before he whines, "I can't get this shit off!"

Tangled Up (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: ^^

W/C: 3K

Warnings: uh this is filth. SMUT 18+, oral sex (f receiving), lingerie, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), Frankie has no patience and is rlly strong

A/N: this speaks to me, anon. I love this. I hope you do too!

Frankie already thinks you’re the most beautiful thing on the face of this planet. Every little thing you do is amazing to him, the way you call his name, the way you bat your lashes at him when you really want something.

He’s absolutely obsessed with your body; he’s told you that and demonstrated time after time that he thinks you’re the goddamn prettiest thing he’s ever seen, that your body is absolutely perfect in its uniqueness.

Naturally, Frankie has his favorite pieces of clothing on you, the way they cling to or flow off of your wonderful form. Frankie is a big believer that the body is the soul, and he’s absolutely in love with yours. Anything to accentuate your soft skin, with colors that stand out against the tone of it, drives Frankie absolutely wild.

Lingerie is his favorite. It surprised you at first. Frankie is a patient man, slow and soft when he wants to be, prioritizing you over himself in everything he does but especially in the bedroom. Something like that feels self-indulgent to him, like it’s his one weakness, you looking like that just for him. Then he gets to unwrap you like the best fucking present he’s ever received- yeah, Frankie is really into lingerie on you.

He’s gifted it to you, gone shopping with you to buy it, but his favorite thing is being surprised. The element of shock and sensuality when he’s confronted with the most beautiful body wrapped in such perfect garments is his favorite sensation, next to digging his fingers into your hips and pulling your body against his to kiss you.

You know how much he loves it, and that motivates you to do it somewhat often. The problem is that lingerie is expensive. You usually find yourself repeating outfits for Frankie to rapidly strip from your body, which he clearly doesn’t care about. You look sexy, and he loves it. But you love the surprise, the shock and admiration as he has to run those tough and strong hands over the lace.

Frankie particularly loves dark colors, like black or a deep velvety red, on you. He thinks they look painfully seductive, tempting.

That’s what’s motivated you to buy the piece laying on your bed. It’s black, with a bra and panties and quite a lot of straps, buckles and loops built into it. You’d been hesitant, but seeing it in real life makes you even more excited. Frankie gets home soon; time to get in.

The panties go on easily, obviously. The next part is the challenge. There are straps upon straps, endless slots for you to shove limbs through. You hold it up and frown, not quite sure how to get it on.

Wandering to the mirror, you shove yourself into the thing, making some errors but eventually finding the proper way to wear it.

You look hot: both physically and sexually. There’s a lacy collar, attached to the intersection of the bra. The cups are mesh with lacy decor to cover the nipples, and there are many straps over your abdomen that hook up to the panties. All in all, it’s a complicated number, but you smile as you do a little twirl. Frankie will like it.

The other hot: you’re sweating. It took effort to put it on, lots of odd angles to pull and tug. You feel warm and flushed, so it’s a relief to plop on the edge of the bed and let the cool air of the house get you acclimated again.

You wait, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as you relax on the bed. Frankie’s schedule is far from exact, but you know the 15-20 minute window he’ll arrive home in. Lucky for you, the garage door opens at the normal time he arrives home.

Tossing your phone aside, you perch seductively on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs and leaning back on your arms. “Frankie, baby,” you call into the house as the door opens.

“Hey honey,” he calls back. You can hear him taking off his boots, taking off his jacket. His footsteps ascend with him as he climbs the stairs, and you fidget a little with the lingerie.

He stops in the kitchen, doing something or another. You frown a little. “Frankie,” you call again.

“Just one second, babe,” he chuckles, grabbing a glass of water and something to eat in the kitchen. When he has his things, he meanders through the house and to the bedroom. He nearly drops what he’s holding at the sight waiting for him.

He’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Nothing special, but he always looks so good in it. You naturally smirk just at the sight of your man, of how perfect he is. “How was work?” You purr, letting your head loll to the side so he can get a full view of your body.

Frankie swallows hard. “One second.”

You frown and he walks away, putting the water and food back down in the kitchen. He hurries back just to stand in the doorway, staring at you. “I… wow.”

You giggle a little. “I know you like something to tug on,” you tease and snap one of the straps against your skin. The sound goes straight to Frankie’s dick, steadily growing harder in those dark-wash jeans. “Well?”

“You look like a fucking bombshell, babe,” he groans as he walks closer and falls to his knees at the edge of the bed. “Holy fuck,” he shivers as his fingers trace up your bare thighs, sliding beneath the waistline of the panties.

“Glad you like it,” you chuckle and take off his cap, throwing it aside so you can bury your hands in those pretty curls. They’re so soft, fluffy when you run your fingers through them.

Frankie’s lips find your thigh, starting just above the knee and making their way up. “Love it,” he nods, murmuring it into the soft and sensitive skin there. “But you know I like you better with nothing to separate our skin,” he flirts, looking up at you with those round eyes that make you weak.

You shiver under his work, twirling one wave around your finger. “Take at least a little time to enjoy it, baby,” you pout.

He sits back on his knees and nods. “Of course. You know what…” he trails off as he stands, going over to the dresser and grabbing something from on top of it.

He returns moments later with your Polaroid, smirking a little. “Now I can enjoy it longer,” he chuckles as he pops open the lens. “Pose for me, baby girl,” he says, his voice growing darker and deeper as he takes in the sight.

You do, legs spread and chest pushed out, looking at him seductively through the camera. There’s a flash and a click as the camera takes the picture, then the film pops out through the bottom, still black as it develops. Frankie sets it back on the dresser, along with the photo, then stands at the foot of the bed. “How do you suggest I appreciate it, hm?” He asks.

Eyeing him, you can’t help but smile. “Take your shirt off first.”

“Okay,” he laughs softly and pulls off the soft gray tee, exposing his muscles and slight tummy. It’s such a beautiful sight, and your eyes follow the thin trail of hair down.

“Now the belt.”

“Should I just presume you want it all off?” He asks again, tilting his head.

Laughing, you fall flat onto your back on the bed. “Yes. All of it. Off.” You lift your head just slightly, dropping it as you realize it might add a couple of chins.

“No, watch me,” he orders, and it makes you smirk. It’s an easy domination, the way Frankie could do whatever the fuck he wants with you. Neither of you ever agreed upon anything, never made a pact and discussed the idea of something serious, but it’s something the two of you learned over your time of knowing and loving each other. Frankie knows what you like, and you know what he likes: when he gives the orders. When he’s fully nude, his thick cock heavy and reddened, you smile even wider. “What next?” He asks, allowing the role to be played.

You pretend to think about it, stroking your chin. “Well, do whatever you want to me. But the lingerie stays on.”

Frankie pouts. “I wanna fuck you, and I like it best when there’s nothing between us.”

“Then find another way,” you shrug, that devious little smile tugging up the corner of your mouth. “Do something else. Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll take it off for you and let you fuck me.”

“Oh, you’ll let me fuck you?” He teases as he gets on his knees, one hand on each thigh as he pushes them apart and nestles between them. “How kind.” His lips trace along the inside of your thigh, slowly working their way from the knee to the apex.

You shiver beneath him, wiggling at the anticipation. “I’m giving,” you sigh, any sarcasm you attempt to give lost in a moan as Frankie mouths at your clit through the panties.

“You sure are,” he murmurs, his own body shuddering at the wetness of the lacy fabric covering your slit. His tongue contributes to the dampness, starting at your opening and slowly licking all the way up to nip at your clit through the lace.

“Baby,” you whimper, your hands digging into his hair.

“You told me to take my time,” he mumbles and looks up at you, eyes darkened with lust. “I’m just following orders, baby girl.” He pushes the panties aside and laps at your folds.

A whimper trails from your lips and your back arches off the bed, desperate for more. “God, I fucking love you.”

Frankie traces two fingers through your slick, teasing at your entrance and sitting back on his heels to watch the sight that accompanies the unholy sounds. “You think you love me? I got to come home from work to this,” he groans, taking in the sight of you and plunging two thick fingers inside of you. “Nothing better than this, pretty girl,” he shudders and dives back in, sucking at your clit and tracing it slowly with his tongue.

You keen into his touch, grinding your hips back against his mouth. “Fuck, Frankie,” you cry out as he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting that perfect spongy spot.

“Yeah?” He murmurs into you, his tongue barely resting for a second.

“Yeah, oh fuck,” you shiver. “Baby, don’t you dare stop.”

“Couldn’t if I tried,” he groans, working his tongue harder against you.

It’s all too much in just the right way. The cresting wave that builds inside of you finally breaks as Frankie swirls the sensitive bud around his tongue, and you whine his name as the release pours through your body, making you shake and squirm and moan. “There we go,” he murmurs as he pulls away, your body coming down from its high. “That enough appreciation for you?”

“Plenty,” you nod. “Now fuck me. Please.”

He smirks a little and stands. “Finally,” he chuckles as he runs his fingers over the endless straps covering your body. He snaps one of them against your breast, making the soft flesh ripple. He groans at the sight, of the way your tit bounces against it.

Frankie pulls you to sit up, reaches behind and unclasps the bra. Normally, that would be enough to get you naked, but there’s a neck harness and straps and to be honest, he doesn’t know where to get started. “How the fuck did you get this thing on?” He murmurs.

You laugh a little. “It took me a really long time, honestly. It was hard.”

Frankie sighs and pulls at the straps, trying to find a good way to get it off. His deft fingers search your body for some kind of clasp or buckle, but find none. He unclips the panties from the top, at least, and slides them off, then gets back to working.

His eyes look up at you and he pouts. “Come on. Give me a hint, baby.”

“I don’t fucking know, Frankie,” you laugh, still on an endorphin high from the orgasm moments ago. “I don’t know how this thing got on and I know even less about how to get it off.”

Frankie’s forehead falls against your chest, groaning. “Fuck.” He tries gathering the straps and pulling them up. That doesn’t work. He searches under every strap for maybe velcro or snaps. Nothing. He pushes you back down onto your back.

“Goddamnit!” He groans and his lack of patience gets the best of him. Gripping the straps, Frankie pulls them hard until the straps break, leaving you bare beneath him and completely stunned.

The straps fall to your sides, exposing your full chest and abdomen. “Frankie!” You exclaim, honestly more than turned on from his little show of strength.

“Sorry,” he bites his lip and looks down at you, but you know he’s really not. The tip of his cock is leaking, red and flushed and you know he’d do just about anything to get inside you now.

You giggle a little, the adrenaline from the moment rushing through your veins. “That was fucking hot,” you admit, spreading your legs. “You got me stripped down. Now fuck me, Frankie, please.”

The embarrassment is gone from his face within seconds. “Yes ma’am,” he mumbles, climbing over you and kissing you desperately hard.

You cup his face and hike your knees up around his waist, kissing him back just as readily, tongue pressing against the seam of his lips. He allows you in in the exact moment he thrusts inside of you, making you moan into his mouth before breaking away.

“Frankie,” you whimper as he’s pushed fully inside of you, throbbing and twitching as you say his name. “Fuck, baby,” you whine, his thick cock pressed against your cervix. “You gonna go easy on me?”

“Not in the slightest,” he mumbles back and pulls mostly out before pushing back in, hard. You cry out his name over and over, grabbing at his shoulder blades and back. You can feel the muscles there shift as he pushes, holding himself up over you. His head falls down with a groan as you reach one hand behind him to teasingly tug at his balls.

In return, Frankie lowers himself over you and brings one hand down to circle your clit, thrusting in time with the movement of his worn fingertips. God, he’s so damn good with his hands, always has been, and you whimper that into his ear, moving both hands back up to clutch at his back, nails digging into his skin.

It’s almost a competition of pleasure between the two of you, who can do more of the tiny little things the other loves, who can get the other to their peak first. Frankie kisses at your neck, mumbling sweet words into your skin, crying out as your nails drag down his back. “Baby, please, you feel so fucking good, god you’re so big,” you groan next to his ear, filling it with all of the affirmations he loves.

“You‘re just so fucking tight,” he grunts, thrusting harder and harder into you. You get tighter as you clench around him, and Frankie knows that it means you’re close. “Come on, baby girl. You gonna cum on my dick?”

“Yes, yes,” you chant, head falling back into the bed. “Oh, fuck, Frankie-oh!” You squeal as he hits the sweet spot inside of you once more, his fingers working in the perfect rhythm with his hips to make you fall apart, clenching and fluttering around him as more slick coats his cock.

He groans at the feeling, shivering at the way you clamp down on him. “W-where? Where do you want it, baby?” He asks you, knowing he’s about to burst at any second, the way you’re absolutely destroying him.

“In me, please,” you beg, and it’s an offer Frankie can’t refuse. He lets go, filling you with the hot, sticky seed. You whine at the feeling, desperately gripping his skin.

He whines your name in your ear as he comes down, shivering and pulling out, lying next to you on top of the ruined lingerie.

“That was expensive,” you whimper as you limply toy with a strap.

“I’ll buy you a new set. Two new sets,” he tells you, breathless and sweaty. “God, you looked so good in that,” he sighs, chuckling a little. He gets up and wanders to the bathroom, getting a warm, wet cloth and coming back to clean you up.

The sight of his cum dripping from inside you is almost enough to make him hard again, but he bites his lip and wipes you down, tenderly kissing your thigh. “Thank you,” you murmur weakly and smile down at him.

“Doing my job,” he teases and kisses your knee before cleaning himself off and tossing the cloth in the laundry. When he lies down next to you, he takes the discarded lingerie and throws it off the bed, wrapping you in his arms. “You’re so amazing,” he chuckles. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you hum and kiss his face, nuzzling your nose into the curve of his flushed and dewey neck. “I have stuff to make for dinner.”

The reminder that it’s only 5:00 or so makes Frankie laugh a little. “You don’t have to. You’ve done enough for me tonight,” he murmurs, kissing your temple lovingly.

“Never said I was doing it alone,” you chuckle sleepily, your eyes slipping shut. “You’re helping.”

“Damn right I am. Maybe we take a nap first though,” Frankie says as he pulls you closer in his arms.

“A nap sounds good,” you nod and kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

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dragon-kazansky · 4 years ago

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The best present | Helmut Zemo

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Today was a very important day. A day Zemo remembered every year when it came around. Every year it would be memorable and wonderful.

When it comes to birthdays, Zemo goes the extra mile to make it fantastic. He had never forgotten one, even when he was locked up, Zemo had his ways to make the day special for you.

Though this year you didn't have to worry, Zemo was out and he was on his way to celebrate with you.

From the moment you got up, the day started.

When you're entered tour kitchen, you were greeted with an ice bucket sitting on the counter. A bottle of very expensive champagne sitting in it. You knew exactly who put it there, but you didn't see him.

On the table sat a full breakfast. Still hot. He must be here somewhere. You chuckle as you go to sit down, feeling extremely hungry now. There's music playing quietly in the background, to accompany during breakfast.

This was nice, but it would be even nicer if he was here.

Normally Zemo would join you and stay with you the entire day. It's one of the reasons your birthday is so memorable every year.

You finish up and sit back in your chair, staring at the empty seat opposite you. You sigh.

"That won't do."

You jump in your seat, not expecting him to come out of nowhere. A small present is place in front of you as Zemo walks around you and takes the empty seat you had been looking at.

"You are here!"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss your birthday," he smirks.

You have a giddy smile on your face.

"This was a nice start to the day."

Zemo chuckles and leans forward a little bit.

"Did you miss me?"

"Always."

Zemo gestures the present in front of you. You hadn't really cared about the gift, because he was the best present you could ever ask for, but he had gone to the trouble of getting you something.

You open the gift. It's not very big, but not too smal. You're not sure what to expect when you open it.

You gasp softly.

You're careful to pick it up out of the box. A photo frame. In it, a specific photo.

"You still have this photo?"

"A copy of it. That's the original," he gestures to the frame in your hand.

You look at it.

It's an old photo, both of you looking much younger in it. You smile at how cute and soft Zemo looked back then. That cheeky grin on his face hadn't changed at all over the years.

You were both so different back then.

"I love it."

"I knew you would." Zemo stands up and takes the empty plate that was still on the table. He cleans up.

You put the frame down and follow him into the kitchen.

"Dare I ask how much that bottle cost?" You look at the ice bucket.

"No. Shall we have a glass now?" He goes to take the bottle out.

"It's not even noon yet," you laugh.

Ignoring your statement, he pops the bottle open and pours you each a glass. He holds one out to you. You take it regardless. You both clink the glasses together and take a sip.

"What's the plan for today?"

"I have much we can do, but I must institu get dressed first." He gestures to your pyjama clad state.

You chuckle and then leave to go get dressed for the day. When you return, Zemo is standing at the table with a big box on it. It's not got wrapped, so it can't be another gift. It's a plain white box, no design, no name.

"What's that?"

He looks up to see you coming over to him. He smiles as he gestures for you to open it yourself. Though you eye him suspiciously, you do as he silently asked. You're careful to lift the top.

"Oh wow."

A cake. A beautiful cake. Your name was scrawled on the top in perfect handwriting. The colour scheme perfectly reflected you and the whole design was perfect.

No one in this world knew you better than Helmut Zemo did.

"It's amazing!"

He smiles as he comes to stand beside you. He places a little kiss to your cheek.

"Happy birthday!"

You quickly turn to face him, throwing your arms around him and hugging him. He hugs you back tightly, both of you saying slightly. He can feel how happy you just from your hug.

"Thank you, Helmut. It's going to be another amazing birthday."

You pull apart, but stay pretty close.

"Only the best for you. Now, grab your things. We're going out and probably won't return here until tonight. There is much for us to do today."

You continue to smile wildly.

"Whatever we end up doing, I can't wait. You're the important part, Zemo."

You tell him that every year, and it's true. It's not about what you do each year, it's who you spend it with. Like you said, Zemo is the best present you could get.

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jacepens · 3 years ago

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Hey, how u doing? I wanted to ask for you for indications on washette fanfics, what are the best that you have

p.s. and yes, I do want to hear as well about yours in that list as well, 'cause they're gold

Hey! I'm doing alright:) Thanks for asking! What about you? (is this the correct tumblr to anon etiquette?)

Oh goodness this is such a loaded question because the answer is many. I hope you're alright with a big list sorted by category <3

Fluff! Fluff!!

The French Mistake

One of the first washette fics I read, so it holds a special place in my heart. A little silly, a little lams, ultimately very cute and good time.

Under the Arches of Moonlight and Sky

Just very good, cute, soft weary bed sharing. (this is only wholesome, I swear)

Let's Dance

Short, sweet fic with dance instructor George and our beloved two left feet Laf:)

I Like You Better in Real Life

Did someone say Influencer/Youtuber!Laf and President!George?? No??! Well start and read this fic. Seriously, it's a longer one, and just really damn cute. A bit of slow burn in terms of internalized homophobia (done in a good way) and trans Laf?? Yes. It's really so good.

The Prince

Ok, ok, it's one of mine. The one chapter is deceiving, it's decently long and featuring Prince!Laf and Royal Knight!George!:) Also magic!! angst, fluff, denial of feelings but then of course love confessions;) after angst though, don't worry haha.

Fathoms and Foundlings

Ooooohh boy. This. This one. Mermaid Laf and regular ol George! So so so well written, I mean, the feelings, the war, the weather, literally everything you can name, it's spectacular in this fic. Be warned, it is incomplete, but I remember when the latest chapter was released when I lost all hope (plus the author is still active) so I definitely don't count this one out of being updated!:) But, I'll be honest, I'm unsure about it being finished BUT I still think you should 1000% read this because you really will not find something like it anywhere else and it's just so cute!! Did I mention fucking amazing?

Whom can we trust now?

Platonic washette!! Really well written and just altogether really well put together!:) comfort after Arnold's betrayal! Seriously, I highly recommend this fic it's just so perfect of their relationship and cuuute.

The Particulars of Language

Oh goodness. Oooh goodness. This is so so cute. A nice little blend of angst and fluff and did I mention internalized homophobia? (In a good way, if that makes sense) Also so well-written by an incredible author, I just- language confusion. Need I say more??

Marque

Ok, ok, it's been too long since I read this one, so I will say, it is very tentatively going in this category. I just love soulmate au washette! Angst! Kidnapping? ...no final chapter. So I'm not sure, it could've been planned on ending very happy and fluffy! I do believe overall, this leans on the darker side, but I know I really love this one and they love each other. I want more washette soulmate aus.

Breaks your heart, puts it back together

what's my name, what's my station

Oh God oh fuck it's this one. (said with love). Brutal? Hot? Expanding my vocabulary?? An incredibly beautiful use of metaphors??? Actually feel like crying when I read it. Yeah. This is amazing.

May the Melody Disarm Us

Oh Godd oh Fuck it's this one. (maybe I should change this section's title) this one isn't even angsty per se, it's just like...brutally beautiful. They love each so much but oh my god. The metaphors, the way the author sets the scene and environment and everything! Ugh. So so good.

Let Down My Guard

Oh dear lord in heaven above preserve me. I'm gonna be dramatic but there are simply not enough words in the universe I have that can describe how I feel about this fic and how damn incredible it is!! And boy do I mean it when I say this one breaks your heart and puts it back together. I have seriously never sobbed over any piece of fiction like I did this. Just ahhhh. The feelings they develop for each other, the confusion of cultures, the secrets revealed?? I didn't even tell you Laf is a mermaid yet. Just- please. Please read this. It will rip your heart out, but it will put it back together. But really, this is just a fucking masterpiece and so so beautiful.

Porn With Plot

that dress you like

Very nicely done smut + feels! (Did I mention how nicely it's all done?) Oh! Did I mention genderqueer Laf? Yes.

Mon General / My Marquis

Ok the only reason this is going in this category is because I find the others up there more heart-breaky than this one. I love this one!! The historical details! Their loving relationship!! Very very good and lovely. With some angst of course.

The Mistranslation

Oh God oh Fuck it's this one. (I'll be saying that a lot). Would you like all these categories put into one beautiful fic?? Here it is, here. It's incredible. Please read it. It's free serotonin. (Did I mention incredibly written??)

The Things I Would Do to You

Ahhh ok. So. Super duper sweet, lots of angst sprinkled throughout but Laf's visit to Mount Vernon + feels + (smut). Need I say more??! Seriously, this is wonderful.

Not So Easy to be the Teacher's Pet

Oh. Oh god it's this one. So this is borderline Oof (Laf is 17) but if that does not bother you, then you are in for a treat!(??) Ok but really, lots of feels, denial of feelings, way-too-sweet-for-his-own-good Lafayette and poor confused George. Just fantastic.

Devil to Pay

Hoooo boy. If you like pirates or sea adventures, (hot pirate captains. I'm just gonna say it) then I'm literally begging you to read this. Kidnapped noble Laf?? Slowly falling for the pirate captain Washington?? Not to mention so many maritime details and wonderful emotions, beautifully crafted just. Spectacular. Please, read it if you haven't. Even if pirates don't appeal to you, they will after this fic.

A secret weapon

Ahhhh!!! Thiiiiiis. Is everything. Ok, yes, it includes more than washette, but I mean come on, it's (sexy) demons. It's desperate Washington trying to win a war and fight his gay feelings (guess which fight he wins?) But also, super well written and detailed and feels!! I adore this fic, and the whole series is a treat. Go read it. It's wonderful, you won't regret it.

Oof (not in a good way)

The Sweet Enjoyment of Partaking

If the not-so-sweet side intrigues you more, this is one of the few washette fics that I do love and is...not so nice. It's really good as a not nice piece! Pretty straightforward and fucked up. Ya (I) love to see it.

Transmutation

Oooohhhhhh. This is a fic I didn't read for a while just because I didn't know what it was but boy let me tell you, it is soo good. I'll say it's not as oof as the fic above, but oooh maaaannnnn. I don't know how to describe it just, don't expect sweet things, but if darker takes are your thing please go read this. You will not regret it. It's so damn good.

Day One Way, By Night Another

Ok ok here me out. This one might seem a bit random and it is. It's very short and for the longest time I didn't read it until I did and said ow because ow!!? I find this has the most impact going in unarmed so...watch out. (but like check it out. it's just so unique I really do love it)

Once More, With Feeling

Oh GOD. This one is quite brief and straightforward but if you are looking to rip your heart out with feels and angst then boy do I have the perfect fic for you. But seriously, it's so well-written and just expresses all the feelings so so perfectly. But at what cost? (Pls read it)

A Beautiful Tragedy

Hello darkness my old friend. Ok but seriously, this fic still remains so impactful in my own mind just as the writer. It's not a happy ending, but I try to leave you with hope. Pretty music that I highly recommend listening to, I don't know. I think it's really good, I don't say that often about my own stuff soo if you're ok with heavy amounts of angst and pretty aesthetics then check this ok!:) (but guard your heart, sorry not sorry<3)

Porn Without Plot

Betrayals and Allies

So, admittedly, this one very tentatively goes into this category because I find compared to the others, this one has less feels and less focus on it, but don't get me wrong this is very emotional!! It displays their relationship and love so cutely (and smutily..? new word) and as extra bonus it fills in the gaps of the deleted scene from Turn. You know the one;) It's very good!!

Cold Nights

Look at me adding another of my own. This is super duper short, but I kinda like how the emotions turned out. I think this was the beginning of my first dive into my current style of writing so that's cool I guess? But yeah no, it's porn without plot lol.

What Good is Honor When You're Starving?

Oh dear, another of mine in this category. I barely put this here, but the main focus is on the smut, but there are many many feels aplenty. Oh wait, did I mention vampire Laf? George definitely not falling in love... but really, I like how this one turned out!:) Good sexy vampire times (with feelings)

Ah wow! You stuck with me! Thank you! I...tried to keep it brief. This is not an exhaustive list by any means btw, there were a few (many) I decided to cut because I wanted this list to be all encompassing of many authors, styles, etc.

But anon, thank you for the ask and giving me the chance to rant about my favorite fics! My apologies on taking so long to finish, I hope you can understand my life has been a little hectic, but I always try to make time for washette;)

Thank you!!<3

#asks #anon #washette #tal's recommedations #fic recommendation

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pinkykitten · 4 years ago

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the princess and the villager

- anonymous what up oreostars, if this isn't too specific i was wondering if u could write a one-shot about sokka (atla) noticing he's in love with reader when he sees her playing around with some kids and maybe confessing? i love a fluff lmao

pairing: sokka x female! reader words: 1,691 genre: fluff, comedy, one-shot, romance, requested

a/n: i hope this is what u meant lol, he has been my childhood crush so this ignited a flame again hehe, also pls check out my oc of atla named jia.

“And the beautiful princess was caught by an ugly witch. Since the princess was the most stunning girl in all the land, the witch wanted that beauty for herself. She was going to cook the girl in a stew and eat her all up.”

They all gasped.

“But the villager boy wanted to save the princess so he went after her. He saved the princess and they lived happily ever after. What she doesn’t know is the princess saved the villager boy when she said I do,” Sokka smiled wide as he looked in the distance to see you helping the older folks fish. You were his princess and he was your villager boy. Seeing you at his home made him feel the butterflies in his stomach and his cheeks grow hot. He had always had a crush on you ever since he said hi. He felt like you were the only one that understood him and made him feel like he could do anything. He trusted you with everything.

In the tent, all the children circled around Sokka as he told his fairytales. It was their favorite time to listen to princesses and princes and dream in their tiny, wild, minds their imaginations. A child raised her hand. Curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

“Yes?”

With some teeth missing, the little girl said, “Sokka, who is that princess you’re talking about?”

Sokka stumbled over his words. Why was her nervous about this question this little brat asked? It was only a child!

“That’s because Sokka has a crush,” one boy stuck his tongue out, disgusted. The little girl chuckled, twisting her hair, in love with the romance.

“No I don’t,” Sokka argued back to a short 5 year old. He was ready to lay hands on a child. “It’s just a story, that’s it.” He stomped his foot.

“Sure,” the little boy rolled his eyes. “I might have been born at night but not last night.”

Sokka eyed him up and down, “you sure about that.”

“Hey guys! What’s going on over here?” You shook from the cold, blowing hot air into your hands.

The little boy was about to say something but Sokka covered his mouth with a hard slap. His voice was muffled by Sokka’s glove as Sokka chuckled nervously. “The kids were just leaving. These little joy’s.” He gritted his teeth, eyeing the kids. “They are getting a little tired, they may need to take naps.”

All the kids whined and complained. “Well, I have an idea. I was going to say how about I teach the kids how to make the bracelets with those colorful beads. I think they would really like it.”

The kids fist bumped and cheered. “I don’t know, they might eat the beads,” Sokka replied.

Everyone paused and glared at Sokka.

“I think they’ll be fine,” you kneeled down in the snow, in front of the little girl. “What do you think?”

The little girl giggled, “I want to do blue because that’s the princess favorite color.”

Sokka almost shouted at the kid but you gave him a questioning look, “what princess? What is she talking about?”

Sokka knew your favorite color was blue and he had told the kids that. I guess they figured out that you were his crush. He needed to think again whenever he spilled the beans about his love for you. “I don’t know,” Sokka pushed the kids out of the tent. “These kids I think have been eating too much fish.”

“You kids go on ahead to the tent, I’ll be with you all in a second,” you warmly smiled. You pulled on Sokka’s sleeve and Sokka felt he was about to melt all the snow there from his body heat. “What’s up with you? You seem so squirmy today.”

“It’s nothing, might be I’m constipated.” Sokka blinked wildly. Why did he say that? He needed to learn to shut his mouth and not say everything that came at the top of his head.

Suddenly, you bent over, laughing hysterically at his reply. “Sokka I love you so much.” You patted his shoulder.

Sokka gave a stupid, love-struck grin. It sucked though that it was a I love you but in the friend zone.

As your beautiful e/c eyes looked into Sokka’s, Sokka couldn’t help but feel such an overwhelming amount of love for you. You were a little wet from the snow and waves and seeing you in that state made Sokka question how could you get even more beautiful. It was something impossible but you made it possible. He compared you to a flower in at all times a flower was beautiful so were you. He chuckled as he saw sprinkles of snow laying atop your head and nose. How could you be so cute?! Sokka pulled you closer and flicked the snow off your head and rubbed it lightly off your nose. Your eyes landed to where his hand was at, cross-eyed, unknown to you. Sokka smiled seeing how adorable you were. You were like his little snow angel. “You got some snow on you.” He brushed it off and tickled your nose. You hated your nose but to Sokka it was perfect. “There we go,” he said as he got the rest off.

You played with your fingers, trying to look everywhere else except at him. “Thank you.” Your body wiggled from the cold air and you wrapped your arms around your body to keep you warm. “It’s so chilly.”

“Here, I got you,” Sokka brought you to him and embraced you into his warmth. “Is this better?”

You hummed lightly at how soft his furs were and the warmth that held onto you. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. He smelled so heavenly even though Katara can argue with that. She always said how he smelled like he hadn’t taken a shower in years but to you he had his own distinct smell that comforted you.

“Um Y/N, are we going to do the bracelets?” One child came in, grossed out by your interaction.

Startled, you kicked Sokka away and ran to the tent, shouting on your way, “who’s ready kids!”

Sokka fell back onto the snow, rubbing his behind.

The kid laughed, “she got you good.”

“Oh that’s lovely sweetheart,” you praised the young girl as she added different shades of blue to her bracelet. It was such a blessing to you to interact with all the children. They made you laugh, smile, act and think like a kid. You felt you could do anything when you were with them.

“H-how about mine?” One of the kids lifted his up. “It’s all the colors of poop.”

“Oh,” you had a loss for words. “How pretty.”

A child raised his hand in the air.

“Yes?”

“I gotta go pee.”

“Oh dear,” you couldn’t help but chuckle. What you didn’t know was far away Sokka couldn’t help but see how you were with the children. He imagined himself if you and him were together. You would be the best mother ever and he day dreamed you with his children and how amazing that life would be. He felt he would be the luckiest guy on earth. How understanding you were with these children and patient made him think about his mother. Your elegance, grace, beauty, and how loving you were reminded him of his mother. He felt if his mother were here right now, she would be proud of him. Seeing you play with the kids and make them smile made him love you even more, if that was possible. He knew what he had to do that day, he just had to do it in a certain, special way.

Sokka saw you stood up and take one of the kids away, probably he had to go pee. Now was his chance. Sokka sprinted to the kids tent and sat with them.

“What are you doing Sokka?”

“Alright kids I’m gonna say this once and only once. I want to ask Y/N to be my girlfriend.”

The little girl gasped, “you are going to confess your love to Y/N?”

“Actually, yes, wow you’re good. I need you’re guys help though. Think you can help me?”

The little girl smirked and crossed her arms, “we thought you’d never ask.”

“I feel better.” The boy came running to you.

“You are too much,” you patted his shoulder as you two made it back to the tent. As you rounded the corner everyone yelled out surprise.

“What?” They gave you a jump scare. Sokka was standing in the middle of the group of kids. His smile was wide and you looked above him to see a banger with black paint on it. You looked to see that the children must of made this because they had black paint all over them. The little girl ran to you and handed you the bracelet. Your eyes made their way to what it said on the banner and you read it out loud, “Y/N,” the children all started trying to stifle their cute giggles. “I love you with all my heart, will you go on a date with me?”

Your mouth dropped open, shocked. You made your way to Sokka, grabbing his arms. “Did you make this?”

Sokka put his forehead against yours, “yeah. You’re my girl. I can’t help it, I’d fallen in love with you. You’re so amazing and you’ve made me see how incredible this world can be. When I’m with you, I feel like I can do anything. I am such an idiot for not asking you this earlier but will you be my girlfriend Y/N-” Sokka was cut short because you pulled his furs to you, joining your lips with his. You kissed him passionately, so much that his leg lifted up full of bliss.

“So is that a yes?” He had on a goofy grin.

You kissed his forehead, “absolutely.”

All the kids groaned, some gagged, the little girl fawned at the love she saw.

“Wait,” the pee pee boy stopped the celebration. “So you’re saying this whole surprise wasn’t for me?”

a/n: that kid is so me omg, he is such a mood. reading other ppls fanfics tho inspire me and help me to not get writers block so i got some inspiration from my recent readings.

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onyxiana-is-obsessed · 5 years ago

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Where He Likes To Kiss You

AN: Just little fluff scenarios. They take a long time to write ;-; but they’re kinda fun! Everyone is aged up! So this was originally 3rd person, but I changed it so I could easily make it gender-neutral. Don’t mind the mistakes! I’m not very happy with these dividers but they spice up the bland page not really lol

Includes: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hitoshi Shinsou, Fumikage Tokoyami, Tamaki Amajiki, and Mirio Togata!

Come one! Come all! Find your mans and read!

Summary: The boys like kissing you! But what’s their favorite spot?

He loves cheek kisses. Of course, he loves to give you kisses in other places... but he loves kissing your cheeks! He loves to take your face in his hands and pepper it with smooches! He'll absolutely melt if you do the same, especially when he comes home after a long day of hero work. All he wants to do is hold you close and sleep, take a nap, watch a movie, whatever. As long as you're in his arms.

***

Izuku sighed, as he unlocked the door to his house and walked in. Almost immediately, he felt a person attack him, wrapping their arms and legs around him. He laughed, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, you!

"I missed you!" You chirped, your warm hands grabbed his face and your lips pressed a kiss against his cheek. Then another kiss and another and another. He laughed as you repeatedly kissed his face, finally kissing his lips.

"I missed you too," He said, comfortably resting around your body as he walked upstairs to your bedroom. You two fell on the bed and Izuku pulled your body close, closing his eyes and breathing in your scent. "Yeah... I really missed you." He whispered.

"Izu, if we lay here for too long, you'll fall asleep! I got your favorite! From that restaurant you like!" You giggled, letting your hand run through his messy hair.

"Yeah, but you're so warm and I'm so tired." He mumbled, his arms tightening around you.

"I understand, my love, but... food." His bright green eyes looked up to meet your (e/c) ones.

"Carry me." You laughed, hugging him.

"If I could baby, I would."

"Take my quirk. Borrow it so you can carry me to the dinner table." He said, nuzzling his face into your chest. You almost melted at how adorable he was being. Ok, fine, you melted like chocolate under the sun that was Izuku Midoriya.

"Come on, Deku. Let's go." He playfully rolled his eyes.

"Fineee." Standing up, he picked you up in his arms, a smirk on his face. "Ready?"

"W-WAIT! N-" Before you could even finish your sentence, he'd activated his quirk, making you scream and wrap your arms around him tightly. He quickly ran through your house and down to the dinner table. He held you tightly as he stopped in front of a chair, making sure you didn't fall. "Izu!" You squealed, hugging him tightly. "Th-that's scary!"

"But fun. Isn't it?" You burst into giggles and nodded.

"Yes, it is kinda fun. Come on, food?" He kissed your cheek before letting you stand on your own.

"Sure... I love you."

"I love you too."

Now, you may not believe me, but Katsuki loves forehead kisses. It makes you feel safe and loved and he just loves looking down at you, then placing a gentle kiss right at the top of your head. He loves it when you ramble on about your day, what happened at work or with a friend, and then just places loving kisses on your head or forehead.

***

"I'm just saying, staying up super late is unhealthy." you concluded, talking about a coworker who didn't sleep very much most of the time. Currently, both of you were huddled up in bed after a busy day for both of them. You were both pretty tired and were just talking until you fell asleep.

"(I agree/Babe, you stay up late all the time)." He said as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"(Right?!/This isn't about me, baby. It's about (coworker))." You answered, looking up at him. He only smiled, leaned down, and pressed a kiss against your forehead. You sighed and closed your eyes, snuggling up closer against him.

"By the way, how are you feeling? I know you weren't feeling too well the other day."

"Much better, thank you. I just recently discovered this new medicine! Works super well!" Katsuki tilted his head.

"What's that? I didn't know you bought new medicine."

"Oh, I didn't. They're these special things called "Suki's cuddles". Ever heard of them?" Katsuki laughed a little, rolling his eyes.

"Goddamn, that was so cheesy."

"Talk all the crap you want, your cheeks are red." He looked away, a slight pout on his lips.

"No clue what you're talking about." You laughed and moved to look at his face, but he hid it well. Finally, you sat up, straddling his waist and placing your chin on his chest. He looked up at you, fully allowing you to see his flustered face.

"You're cute."

"Nah, that's you."

"I love you, Suki." You whispered, leaning closer to him. Your noses brushed together as you kissed his lips.

"I love you too, princess."

"Soft boi."

"Ok, listen here you little-"

Shoto loves your hands, he loves holding them and kissing them. He loves how soft and warm they are, he especially loves how well they fit in his. So, you'll often find him kissing your knuckles, wrist, palm, and the back of your hand. He's doesn't really like PDA, so he usually prefers to hold your hand out in public. On extremely rare occasions, he'll either kiss your cheeks or lips. They're always short but sweet.

***

"Oh! Sho! Look!" You giggled, running towards the large tank and pointing to a colorful fish that swam around. Both of you were currently out on a date to an aquarium, a place you hadn't visited yet, date wise. Your boyfriend approached the tank, smiling at your excitement. Seeing you this happy caused a warm feeling to build up in his chest and he absolutely adored it. As much as he adored you... well maybe not, he loved you too much for anything else to compare.

"Wow, there are so many of them." He commented, making you nod and sip your drink. "Look at that little guy." Your bright (e/c) eyes traveled to where he was pointing and you saw an adorable little pink fish staring at you.

"Hi!" You giggled, waving at it, watching it swim closer. "Aww! You're so cute! I'm gonna name him.... (fish name)! He's our little fish now, Shoto."

"Of course. Hello, (fish name)." Shoto reached down, taking your hand and gently bringing it up to his lips. You giggled and moved closer to him as your eyes returned to the fish.

"I wonder if we'll get to see any sharks! I love sharks!" You chirped, hopefully.

"You say that because your only experience with a shark is Kirishima," Shoto answered, a slight teasing tone to his words. You giggled, waving your hand at him.

"Yes and he's an excellent spokesperson for sharks! Let's not forget Tetsutetsu!"

"You're right, they are. Come on, let's keep looking then." With an excited nod, you ran up ahead, dragging Shoto behind you, tightening your grip on his hand. The two of you moved through the different exhibits, all in the search for a shark!

Shoto smiled when he saw a familiar plushie in a gift shop. Looking over, he noted that you were too busy playing with a dolphin, so he quietly slipped away. He entered the gift shop, quickly grabbing the item he wanted and purchasing it.

As he walked back towards you, he saw you were still messing around with the dolphin. It finally swam away and Shoto wrapped an arm around your waist from behind.

"Hmm, I guess they don't have sharks here." You murmured sadly, leaning into your boyfriend's touch. Shoto smiled, using his other hand to hold the shark plushie out in front of your eyes. You gasped, taking the plushie and smiling brightly. "Shoto!" You turned around giving him a hug. "I love it! Thank you so much!"

"Anything for you, my love." He said, pulling apart and kissing your forehead. "What're you gonna name it?"

"Hmm... (name for the plushie)!"

"Perfect, just like you. I love you, so much." Your cheeks turned red and a smile took over your face.

"I love you too, Sho."

Eijiro LOVES your neck! He loves stuffing his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling, breathing in your scent. He's a bit of a tease, often letting nibbling on your neck to either tickle or make you blush. Of course, he won't push it further, but he does like it when you gasp or giggle when his teeth tickle your neck. Those reactions just spark this feeling inside of him which makes him all warm and proud. It also reminds him that you're all his.

***

"KIRI!" You squealed when you felt your boyfriend's teeth on your neck. You were sure he was still in the shower, but he must've quietly sneaked up on you since you weren’t paying attention. Pulling away from him just a bit, you turned to face him. A cheerful smile rested on his face, which only got wider when he saw your red cheeks.

"Oh, you love it!" He declared, leaning down and pecking your lips.

"I do, but you scared me." You said and wrapped your arms around his waist, pushing your head against his chest.

"I can't help it, you're just so adorable when your face turns red! You get so cute when you're flustered, it just makes me melt." He admitted, making you look up at him. Both of you were quiet for a moment, just staring at each other. "What?"

"Nothing... you're... just so handsome."

"Well, you're absolutely beautiful." You giggled, reaching a hand up and caressing his cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. A small sigh escaped his lips as the warmth spread to his cheeks.

"You know, Eijiro, you're the most amazing person and hero I could ever meet. I... don't understand why you're so insecure about your quirk. It's... amazing."

"It's not that special." He said, looking away. You turned his head back to you with your hand, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"Hey. You're the Sturdy Hero. You're going to be the best shield- the best defense hero one day. I know it. Doesn't matter if your quirk is flashy or not- which by the way! Have you seen yourself in Unbreakable? You're hot! But that's beside the point. You're the best shield out there. Best Defense Hero! Red Riot! It’s only a matter of time before all of Japan knows it!" He chuckled, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Thanks, babe. You're the best." You sighed in content, hugging back. This was one of the best places in the world, in your opinion. Your boyfriend’s arms.

"No. You are. You're the best boyfriend and best friend anyone could ask for, Eijiro. Not to mention hero."

"I just want to be your hero." He murmured, making you blush.

"You are! You're my favorite hero! Did you know that?"

"I did not, but I was hoping that was the case. I thought your favorite hero was (fav hero)." You closed your eyes for a second and shook your head.

"Nah, it's this super hot, super cute, super amazing hero named Red Riot!" You sighed dreamily, looking into the distance.

"Wow, sounds like you're infatuated with him," Eijiro said, playing along.

"I am! Just you wait until you meet him. You'll see then!" He laughed, as he ran his hand through your (h/l) locks. "I love you, handsome."

"I love you too, beautiful." You stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his.

DENKI KAMINARI IS OBSESSED WITH YOUR LIPS. He can't help himself and he honestly doesn't care to. He loves kissing your lips and he's not ashamed to admit it. Surprise kisses? Better be ready. He'll come out of nowhere and just plant one on ya! He'll wrap one arm around your waist, grab your hand with his, pull you in close, and press his lips against yours. He just loves feeling you melt against him.

***

You walked out of the store with a bag in your hand. You had no idea they had Chargebolt merch and of course, you needed them! It was never enough, you always needed more.

You'd bought a plushie, a shirt that said "Property of Chargebolt", and a small key chain with his name on it. On top of that, you’d bought a small necklace that had him on it, along with some lightning bolt earrings

As you walked down the street, you felt an arm wrap around your waist as you were pulled to the side. A hand grabbed your face and lips met yours, a familiar scent surrounding you. Your fear subsided almost immediately, as you melted against the warm body and kissed back. After a few seconds, you pulled away and smacked Denki's arm. He was in his hero suit, so he must've been on patrol in the area.

"You scared me!" You pouted, making him chuckle and kiss your temple.

"I'm sorry, but you just looked so adorable, I couldn’t help myself. I missed you." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist. With a smile, he happily hugged back.

"I missed you too, Denki."

“I'm surprised to see you here, whatcha doing?" He asked, playfully poking your cheek.

"Well!" You held the bag up. "Apparently that store has Chargebolt merch! So, of course, I had to go buy it. Look at this shirt!" You backed away a bit and quickly pulled it out to show it to him.

"Oh? Property of Chargebolt, huh? Well," Denki roughly pulled you into him, pressing you against the wall. "I like that. I really like that."

"D-Denki!" You squeaked as your cheeks turned red at how deep and sultry his voice had gotten.

"What's wrong, love?" He asked, leaning in closer. You shut your eyes and he gently pressed his lips against yours. Both of you pulled away after a couple of seconds.

"Stop being a perv here." You mumbled, your hands tightening around the bag.

"Oh? That means I can be one at home?" Your cheeks turned a bright red as you looked away.

"Shut up."

"Hey, (f/n)?"

"What?"

"I love you."

“I love you too, Chargebolt.”

Hitoshi loves your collarbone. He loves to drag his lips across your exposed collarbone, just to watch you get all flustered. He's a bit of a tease and loves to see you squirm and blush. He'll also take this chance to bring his hands up to your sides and tickle you. His tickle attacks are ruthless, always leaving you out of breath and your cheeks hurting from all that laughter.

***

Hitoshi's lavender eyes opened, scanning the sleeping face in front of him. He blinked a few times, before turning and laying on his back. His eyes traveled to the small clock on the nightstand by him. 7:28 am. He groaned slightly at how early it was and ran a hand through his messy hair.

He turned his head, his eyes landing on your sleeping face, a smile gracing his features. He turned on his side again and reached a hand out to you, gently brushing your hair out of your face. He loved mornings like these, where he could wake up and see you right next to him. It made him feel so blessed that such a beautiful, kind, and caring person like you could love someone like him.

"Toshi?" You called out, quietly, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Good morning." You mumbled and turned to lay on your back. Hitoshi arms wrapped around your waist, as he pulled you close, laying his head on your chest. You closed your eyes, running a hand through his fluffy hair.

"Good morning, kitty." A comfortable silence surrounded the room as you listened to each other's breathing. Your eyes shut tightly and you giggled when you felt a pair of lips brush against your collarbone.

"Toshi." You whined, making him chuckle.

"Yes?"

"That tickles. Besides, it's too early for this." You pouted, rubbing your eye gently.

"It's never too early to make you smile." He whispered, kissing right along your neck and collarbone. His lips latched onto your neck, making you squeak as he sucked on a particular area, leaving a small purple bruise.

"You did not." You said, playfully glaring at him.

"Oh, no I did. What are you gonna do about it, kitty?" He challenged, making you smirk.

"No kisses." His face fell immediately, "for an entire week!" You declared, turning your body away and stuffing your face into a pillow.

"H-hey,” He called trying to pull you back, “th-that's not funny! Kitty! I love you." With a giggle, you turned around and faced him.

"I love you too, Toshi." He leaned in to kiss you but you turned your head away with a smile. “But I’m serious about the kisses.”

“W-what?! No!” Ok, you weren’t serious, but you’d still tease him a bit. It’s only fair since he loved teasing you so much!

Ok, so Fumikage can't exactly... kiss. But he nibbles! His preferred place to nibble is your neck and he's always careful as to never hurt you. The last thing he'd want is to accidentally make you bleed or cry out in pain. He's a gentle one, not rushing or being too rough. He likes to take his time with stuff, including you.

***

"Fumi!" You giggled as slid through the door and smiled at him. He jumped a little due to how quiet it was before you walked into the living room.

"Yes, love?" His eyes trailed over and landed on you as you happily walked over and plopped down onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

"I just wanted to let you know that you look absolutely stunning today!" You were almost the polar opposite of his personality, yet he loved every little bit of it. For someone who loved dark and gloomy things, he cherished the bright sun that you were.

"Why thank you, darling. You look absolutely radiant." You giggled, running a finger through his feathers and breathing in his scent. Fumikage often smelled distinctly of apples, a favorite of his. You curled up against him, letting him press his head against your chest. He loved listening to your heartbeat, he loved to lay his head on your chest, close his eyes and let your warmth and scent surround him.

"How are you today, Fumi?"

"I'm doing alright, love. Yourself?"

"I'm doing great now that I get to see you!"

"(f/n), we just saw each other less than an hour ago." He said, looking up at you, making you giggle sheepishly.

"Yeah, well that's too long! I like being around you like... all the time!" Your arms tightened around him and you quickly pecked his beak (lol), making him blush.

"I like being around you all the time too."

"Even though I'm not at all gloomy?"

"I'll love you regardless. Gloomy, dark, and Gothic or happy, bright, and a big ball of colors. Doesn't matter to me." He responded, his hands massaging your sides.

"I'm surprised," you answered, "I didn't think I was your type."

"Oh? Who do you think is my type?"

"Hmm... let's see. Jirou! She's kinda punk rock, but she's also got that dark-ish aesthetic going on."

"Well, let me tell you what my type is," you nodded, eagerly, "(y/f/n). That's my type." your cheeks turned red and you looked away. "Oh? Getting flustered now, are we?" He leaned in, gently nibbling your neck, making you squeal and squirm. His grip around you tightened as you tilted your head up, letting him continue to do this thing.

"I love you, Fumi." You said after he stopped.

"I love you too, darling."

Tamaki loves both your nose and your neck. He's pretty shy, so he's very reluctant to pull you into a kiss. Instead, he prefers to bury his face in your neck, that way you don't see how red his face gets- even though you can feel it. However, he has his bursts of confidence where he'll wrap his arm around your waist, the other holding your hand or wrist and his lips pressing against yours. They always make you melt. Then he'd pull away and press a kiss to your nose.

***

Tamaki's heart almost exploded when he walked into the living room and a body attached itself to his. He breathed in relief when he saw you smiling up at him.

"B-Bunny! Y-You s-scared me." He stuttered, his face turning red. Without warning, you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Instinctively, he wrapped one arm around your waist, his other hand grabbing your thigh. "You're excited." He murmured as she hugged him.

"Cuz I get to see your pretty face!" His cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.

"You're... sweet." He whispered, walking towards the couch and collapsing on it. You giggled, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend, who buried his face in your neck. "Sometimes you're a lot for me to handle." He admitted.

"Too much?" Tamaki shook his head, placing a kiss on your neck.

"You're never too much for me, Bunny." You shivered at how his warm breath felt on your neck. His hand caressed your thigh, his hand slowly trailing up to your side. It made you giggle as you run your hands through his indigo locks. His lips trailed up from neck to your jaw, then to your lips.

The moments when Tamaki would be confident and shamelessly show the love he had for you would melt your insides. They made you fall in love with him all over again, but it also made you feel special. You were so special, you'd get to see this side of him.

They were rare, since he was still getting used to your relationship, but you had started seeing that side more and more. Tamaki was willing to push himself far out of his comfort zone just for you.

“You sure?” You teased, pulling away with a light giggle following. His indigo eyes met yours, the pure love, adoration, and devotion that you saw was enough to put all your insecurities to bed. You could see how much he loved you and needed you.

“I’m positive, bunny. You’re amazing...”

"I love you, Tamaki." You whispered, letting your knuckle gently caress his warm cheek.

"I love you too, Bunny." He replied, kissing your nose.

Well... everywhere. Mirio loves EVERYTHING about you. He loves EVERY INCH of you. He'll kiss your forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, lips, neck, collarbone, chest, hands, thighs, you get the point. However, he'll often kiss your temple or forehead. He's a tall guy and he loves to wrap his big, strong arms around you and press a loving kiss to your forehead. It makes him feel good about himself and he knows you like them too.

***

"Hey, sunshine!" Mirio smiled, walking towards his very busy girlfriend. You looked up at him with a tired smile, stretching from your seat. "What's kept you so busy today?"

"Paperwork." You answered, standing up and walking towards him. "I wish being a hero didn't have so much paperwork to go along with it." He gave you an understanding smile as you stopped in front of him. Being a hero was both of your dreams and it was something that you wouldn’t give up for anything. You both learned early on there would be heaps of paperwork that came with it, but neither of you realized the extent of it.

Both of your mentors that you worked with didn’t show you all of the paperwork. You wished you didn’t have to deal with it, because it was usually required to be done within the week of the “incident”. They piled up extremely quickly.

"It does get boring sometimes, doesn't it?" Your arms wrapped around his waist and you pressed your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Sometimes?" You laughed, looking up at him. "It's all the time, baby, and it's very frustrating."

"It is. How about this. You take a little break, I'll make you something to eat and we can watch a movie and cuddle?"

"As much as I'd love to, I can't. I need to finish this." You mumbled, placing a kiss right on his chest.

"I understand, but you're not gonna get much done like this. Come on. You can finish later, or better yet, tomorrow." His eyes met yours and you sighed, knowing you wanted nothing more than to be thousands of feet away from that dreaded paperwork.

"Alright." You answered, which made his smile widen. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, then picked you up. You giggled at his actions, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Come on, Sunshine!"

"I love you so much, Mirio." You said, a loving smile on your face.

"I love you too, (f/n)."

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Mega Good Omens Fic Rec Post 5

What up, it’s back!

77 carefully-curated titles for your perusal today! As always, the fics are broken into the following categories: Jaunts through History/Canon, South Downs, Post-Apocalypse, Bus Ride/The Night Before/Heaven and Hell, AU/UA, Just Soft, Touch-Starved/Body Worship/Wings, Bonus, and H/C /Whump/BAMF. I don’t read smut fics but sometimes there are sexual elements to the stories and sometimes you get invested and then suddenly the author drops a smut chapter, so warnings where applicable.

Mega GOmens Fic Rec Post MASTER

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JAUNTS THROUGH HISTORY/CANON

1. Get Thee To A Nunnery – Owenjones (T, the one where Aziraphale is put in a nunnery and needs a bit of a rescue. More or less Ineffable Wives time, but warnings for Aziraphale being forced into a female corporation against his will, that’s pretty icky (three guesses for who the offending Archangel is). Crowley is posing as a little lady known as Julie D’Aubigny, which, if that rings no bells, you should Google her immediately and then go into this fic cackling like I did. Very sweet, a fun little adventure!)

2. Bibliophilia – @wingedspirit (G, the one where Aziraphale has a book nemesis and Crowley always seems to have the perfect book as a gift, what a coincidence. This is so funny, you guys, seriously. We stan ONE (1) oblivious angel in this house. And when Aziraphale finally catches on, it’s so cute, I can’t even. I cannot EVEN. Go read it right now immediately.)

3. The Heart Goes To Heaven, The Head Goes To Hell – Dekkles (T, the one where Crowley has intentions of making an angel Fall and it kinda…backfires. Guys fair warning, this one’s version of Hell is really gross, if you’re squeamish tread very carefully bc WOW it can get a bit graphic. Y’know what’s also gross? The PINING (obviously not gross in the same way but the pining is awfully feelsy and part of it does happen in Hell). Watching this Crawly go from an honestly nauseating portrayal of Hell to watching Aziraphale and kinda awkwardly twitching in his light is so delightful and I hope for more in the future (though maybe less visions of Hell, I will be so glad if and when the fic leaves that place because yikes).)

4. i like this place (it feels spooky) – @asideofourown (G, the one where Warlock manages to convince Nanny and Brother Francis to take him to a haunted house and it’s so cute. You guys. It’s SO cute. You really get a feel for little Warlock’s personality and how he sees things (and he sees ALL). Just a really cute “family” outing, really, and someone gets spooked at the end and it’s not who you think!)

5. Doubt the Stars are Fire – LilithReisender (T, the one where Aziraphale bails Crowley out of prison and they spend time together in an Italian villa. This one has cool history bits, really fun banter, and Crowley actively on the job while trying to pretend he isn’t on the job. It’s a delight, and it’s just getting started! Jump on this bandwagon, folks, it’s great!)

6. The Hellfire Club – @amarguerite (NR, the one where greater measures are taken to make sure Aziraphale isn’t promoted back upstairs. This one is so hilarious, you guys, I can’t even tell you which bit is my favorite. And the cherry on top? Wing grooming! (I can also tell you that something highly unpleasant happens to Sandalphon, if that sweetens the pot for anyone.) If you have a Thing for Crowley and Aziraphale being melodramatic and overacting, then stay put, friends. Also continue reading this list, there’s a few more that’ll catch your eye later on.)

7. The Immortal Look – MickyRC (G, the one where Crowley puts Aziraphale in some kohl and it’s awesome. A written entry for the Prince of Omens DTIYS, and even independent from Prince of Omens this fic is a winner, in my book. Crowley going dewy-eyed over Aziraphale’s looks in any capacity is always My Jam and this fic really goes for it.)

8. Merry & Bright – @peppervl (G, the one where Aziraphale and Crowley go undercover as a married couple in the Regency. You like fem!Aziraphale but don’t see it often enough? SIT DOWN, FRIENDO. Not only does this have a lovely Miss Fell for us to fawn over, but it’s a Miss Fell in possession of a fortune and surely in want of a husband, according to prim-and-proper London, and who better to help her out than one Mr. Crowley who happens to need some help on a temptation? Fun, romantic, and with a cute little twist at the end I shan’t spoil but you should really stick around for.)

9. Putting the Endearment in Dear – @joyandotherstories (G, the one where Aziraphale starts calling everyone “dear” just so he can also call Crowley by endearments. This one is sweet and a little sad and has the softest possible ending, y’all don’t even know. Read it, the point in time where Aziraphale doesn’t have to hold back his mountain of endearments anymore is a sight to behold.)

10. Between the Lines – cyankelpie (G, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale’s feelings are known but not spoken, at least not directly. This one is a historical jaunt where they have a lot of double-meaning conversations (and Crowley is very rightly lost through a lot of it, poor dear), and it aches, you guys, it just hurts. Not finished yet as of this review but WHEN IT’S DONE—I’m sure it’ll be worth it. Hot dang.)

11. No Matter How the Stars Align (They Make Me Think of You) – silentsonata (G, the one that covers stars that Crowley and Aziraphale have met under. Every once in a while there’ll come along a fic that shakes the ground as it walks. I understand the Big Bang events usually churn these out, and there are quite a few on this list, but this fic here? A masterpiece. Pitch-perfect in every way, just a stunner. I want to tell y’all to pay special attention to certain chapters but they all took my breath utterly away and it would be unfair to single any out over the rest, the whole work is a monument. Just beautiful.)

12. Too Wise to Woo Peaceably – purewanderlust (T, the one that’s five times they see “Much Ado About Nothing” throughout history. I love me some “Much Ado,” personally, and this fic knows what it’s on about. Wonderfully romantic and ends with the single most perfect conversation, I swear 2 someone. Hits right in the feels.)

13. Just Another Sword Fight – DemonicGeek (NR, the one that’s a 5+1 about Crowley swordfighting. If you’re here because Aziraphale taking on the role of the swooning maiden to Crowley’s dashing hero makes you, in fact, be the one swooning, say hello to your new best friend. If you like to follow all that up with Aziraphale taking charge when needed, I might suggest building a home here, because ABSOLUTELY that’s what you’re getting.)

14. A Few More Rescues – @poetic----nonsense (T, the one with, predictably, a few more rescues. If the previous fic had you reeling and begging for more, welcome to the buffet, children. These are some really fun rescues by Crowley on behalf of Aziraphale, and they’re unconventional and historical AF (especially the bit with the dragon) (you bet your sweet keister there’s a bit with a dragon). This fic is so much fun and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.)

15. Floriography – Frenchmeister (T, the one where Crowley doesn’t get flower language. The premise is, Crowley slept through a large chunk of the Victorian era, so he doesn’t know what Aziraphale keeps trying to say as they work at the Dowlings’ estate raising Warlock. He does know that the philodendron is a menace, no matter what it’s supposed to mean. Funny and nerve-wracking and so, so sweet.)

16. The Interplay of Illusion and Magic – SoulJelly (T, the one where Aziraphale tries to join a magicians’ society. This one has some delightful history and Aziraphale trying to perform sleight of hand magic to get in a secret magicians club and a surprising twist near the middle, all told; it’s a lot more exciting than I initially thought it was going to be (I was just expecting some fluff and that was not all I got; it’s always a good day when Crowley has to come to the rescue).)

SOUTH DOWNS

17. There goes the neighborhood – @bestoftheseekwill (G, the one where Crowley’s retirement peace is threatened by construction. If you’re here for Crowley wiles, anti-capitalism, and flashes of protective Aziraphale, get ready to take a load off because this is primo.)

18. Teatime Revelations – Cardinal_Daughter (T, the one where God invites Herself over for tea. This one is strained and it’s emotional and it’s all the softer for it. Aziraphale being quiet and protective while Crowley has a come-apart in the face of God is iconic, tbh; pretty sure this fic inspired a lot of my own portrayals of the GOmens God, looking back on it. A wonderful and light-hearted take.)

POST-APOCALYPSE

19. Lose a Kraken, Gain an Angel – MistressKat (T, the one where Hastur has an expected friendship. This fic has everything—Hastur being a sympathetic character, the Kraken, Crowley pining after Aziraphale, the Antichrist, and is hilarious from start to finish. A fun and tonally accurate diversion, please read.)

20. Something Old, Something New – shippityshipship (G, the series where Crowley and Aziraphale are involved in weddings. Short and hasn’t updated in a while but still excellent reading, I find; great characterization, some fun OCs, lovely atmosphere, oblivious pining while everyone else thinks they’re dating, it’s amazing.)

21. The difficulty with disposable demons – @areyougonnabe (T, the one where Eric the disposable demon shows up and it’s a madhouse in Crowley’s apartment. This is a really funny take on what happens to the disposable demons and why they are the way they are, and with the added bonus of driving Crowley up the wall and some mild miscommunications with Aziraphale that are all sorted out in the end.)

22. Care and Keeping – @arcafira (M, T, the series where Crowley is shedding and Aziraphale tries to help. Not rated M for anything violent or sexual, really more of a T than an M but there is a bath scene and a lot of self-loathing. There’s a lot of convincing Crowley to let Aziraphale care for him and a lot of working through Fall-related issues, but it leaves off in a wonderfully hopeful place.)

23. The Clockwork Days – redwinehouse (T, the one where the world’s ending again. There are many fics that have tackled possible sequels to Good Omens and this is one of the more tonally accurate ones, I feel; it’s very tongue-in-cheek and matter-of-fact, and the little twist at the end was a genuine surprise to me. Whack in plenty of mutual pining and a Bentley that has had it up to HERE with these idiots and you’ve got a recipe for a good little story.)

24. don’t leave me here alone – Elvendork (T, the one where Crowley asks for holy water again. This one is a tense argument, right up until it isn’t, and absolutely delectable, really. If you’re a fan of Aziraphale bringing up hellfire to go toe to toe with Crowley on the issue, BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP, this one is dunking itself into Soft Town with that accelerant to really drive it home.)

25. The Next Time We Wed – seashadows (T, the one where a mix-up leads to marriage. If drunken mistakes and their aftermath is what you’re after, welcome to the party, folks, because this one’s a whopper. Can people pine while being married to each other? The answer is yes. Can it have a soft ending? Also yes. Can it include the mothers of such characters as Anathema and Newt being wonderful characters in their own right? The answer, incredibly, is yes.)

26. You Can’t Un-See A Dog – @holycatsandrabbits (T, the one where Crowley is summoned and there’s shenanigans afoot. I won’t talk too much about the plot of this one bc I don’t want to spoil it but suffice it to say that this one is hilarious and has some especially gratifying Ineffable Husband silent communication at play. If your entire reason for existence, like Crowley’s, is seeing Bastard!Aziraphale at work, then bunk down here, friendos, you’ve arrived.)

BUS RIDE/NIGHT BEFORE/HEAVEN AND HELL

27. Crowley, Big Bad Demon, Can Keep His Cool Around His Crush – @edennovik (T, the one where Crowley…well, see title, and then immediately disregard. Crowley cannot, in fact, keep his cool around his crush. Crowley is doing the opposite of keeping his cool around his crush. Crowley is a ball of anxiety and screaming pining gooey mess and Aziraphale might just like him anyway.)

AU/UA

28. If Not Now, When – @ineffablefool (T, the one where trans café worker Crowley strikes up a conversation with fat pretty Aziraphale. Listen. Y’all know ineffablefool. Y’all know he is a force that cannot be stopped or reckoned with, when it comes to Soft Fat-Postive Asexual Romance. So I do not say this lightly when I say that this is possibly his masterwork. There is a lot of good, good content in his catalogue but the emotional work put into this makes the whole thing stand straight up and resonate. It’s tender and respectful and handles conflicts of gender and sexuality with grace and gentleness and oh no I’m tearing up pls send help I’m DROWNING—).

29. Trip the Light – @summerofspock (M, the one where Aziraphale falls in love first. M for a sex scene near the end of the fic, second half of Chapter 17, so keep an eye out for that if you’re sensitive to it. Oh, y’all. This one goes through canon and a few scenes outside of it and the recontextualizing of those scenes as Aziraphale hopelessly in love and Crowley as oblivious is amazing. Even more amazing: once Crowley finally catches on and then it becomes Aziraphale once again in his role of holding back. Guys. Y’all. My DUDES. I am in the throes of agony. It’s so good.)

30. one love (only for you) – @weatheredlaw (M, the one that’s a vague Snow White AU. It’s truly unfair how poetic and romantic this one is, how lovely. It has fantasy elements and ridiculous vengeful brothers and soft, soft boys in love. A sweet little way to spend an afternoon, tbh.)

31. in the house we remain – @commodorecliche (M, the one where Crowley’s a ghost in the house Aziraphale has bought. M for masturbation, weird ghost sex, and a harrowing backstory for Crowley; if you’re squeamish about sexual things and not good at gauging how to skip them, or if you can’t stand abuse stories, I would pass this one up. Y’all. Y’ALL. So thoroughly upsetting, this one; the horror elements are real but so is the romance and it’s a beautiful balance of the two. What’s wild is how believable it is; it could easily have been a story about Aziraphale just becoming obsessed with and romanticizing a dead person who used to live in his house but it feels like an actual love story, with Crowley learning how to trust Aziraphale, as well, despite their planar incompatibility. The ending is so unbelievably sweet. And there’s art now! There wasn’t, when I first added it to the list! Huzzah!)

32. pop! goes my heart – @areyougonnabe (E, the one that’s a Music and Lyrics AU. E for a sex scene near the end of Chapter 6 that’s a bit difficult to skip, since there’s a couple of relevant paragraphs after it that set up the next chapter, but if you’re up for the challenge, godspeed. First things first: this fic has ORIGINAL MUSIC RECORDED BY THE AUTHOR AND IT’S AMAZING. Music and Lyrics is one of my personal favorite romcoms, and what’s been done with it is not only accurate to the actual music industry, but accurate to the characters, as well. It’s such a fun story, adapted well, and the writing style is just charming. Fantastic!)

33. For the First Time in Forever – @nicnacsnonsense (T, the one that’s a Frozen AU. I am excited for this one, y’all. The adaptation is already so much fun and it’s only going to get funner. Aziraphale as Elsa and Crowley in an Anna-adjacent role (but not actually bc no incest) is amazing, the Olaf stand-in outshines the original, and the emotional toll is already pretty high. Absolutely worth a read.)

34. Sailor’s Omens – NeverNooitNiet (G, the one where Crowley’s a pirate and Aziraphale is his prisoner. There’s a touch of historical homophobia but that doesn’t matter much out at sea, really. If the boys being clever and bickering and also one-upping beloved series antagonists is something you enjoy, welcome to the party, friends. It’s a good old-fashioned piracy romp that’s sure to satisfy.)

35. Pomegranate Seeds – @nicnacsnonsense (G, the one that’s a Persephone and Hades AU with Aziraphale as Hades and Crowley as Persephone. This one has a unique tone and is also romantic as all get-out; throw in genderfluid Crowley, love at first sight, and Aziraphale being a sweetie, it’s a story well worth its salt, imo.)

36. Laws of Gravity – @brightwanderer (T, the one where Aziraphale invents pining for Raphael. Listen. I think we all know at this point that brightwanderer, or Atalan on ao3, has earned her clout as a GOmens fanfic heavyweight. She didn’t NEED to write an awkward and earnest Raphael trying to go incognito as Crowley into the Garden of Eden. She didn’t NEED to write about how incredibly awkward Aziraphale is while heels over halo in love. She didn’t NEED to have an engaging plot and a wonderful twist on the Temptation of Eve and also the most awkward and obvious besotted angels in the universe. But she did. And we are blessed. So go partake.)

37. Incubus!Crowley – GenericUsername01 (G, T, the series where Crowley is a sex demon and we get to see what that means. This fic threads the very specific needle I personally enjoy where sex is an element of the story and has bearing on it, but the story doesn’t have any actual sex scenes in it. I love this writer’s style and where they take Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship; I love the view of Hell in the first bit; I love all of it, really. A+++.)

38. Everyone But You – @summerofspock (M, the one where Crowley is hired to seduce an angel. M for some saucy makeouts and some post-coital afterglow but nothing explicit. If y’all like stories where a conman is hired to do a job and starts to have complicated feelings about it, especially if those feelings are falling in love with his mark, then here you go. It’s amazing as all heck and hilarious to boot; Crowley learning what falling in love is like is always a treat but omg. Poor Aziraphale. And the most DELIGHTFUL resolution, my goodness.)

39. In Mixed Company, or the Corporate Retreat of Heaven and Hell – @theoldaquarian (M, the one where Heaven and Hell have a joint corporate retreat every so often and Crowley and Aziraphale are doomed. M for some adult themes but nothing explicit. Y’all. TheOldAquarian must be stopped. They cannot continue to be so funny and engaging. They cannot continue to have the most corporate and hilariously mundane depiction of Heaven and Hell. They are a MENACE who, in the space of one fic, has packed all the pining of the ages in so tightly that when it finally bursts free, my shoulders physically relaxed and my spine uncoiled. This fic in particular is too much and too wonderful. I really must protest.)

40. Loosely Ballroom – marginalia_device, @mortifyingideal (T, the one where Aziraphale is a professional dancer and Crowley is a contestant on a show with him (for American viewers, think Dancing With the Stars). This fic is so good and so funny and so achingly in-character. I love Crowley as the washed-up old star trying to kick his career back up, I love Aziraphale as the put-upon dancer on his last legs, and I love that they’re both the victim of a studio gimmick and then decide that malicious compliance is their best bet. It’s still early in the fic (…at over 40k words wow it’s gonna be a monster and I’m ready), but it’s going to be so good already, I can just tell. There’s already some art for it floating around by naniiebimworks for the interested.)

JUST SOFT

41. Repeat the Sounding Joy – @allonsy-gabriel (G, the one where they decorate a Christmas tree. This is a short and sweet look at what the holidays are like for an angel and a demon post-apocalypse and it’s so adorable, you guys. Crowley having FEELINGS and Aziraphale being fussy about his decorating, it’s just a treat.)

42. The Nesting Habits of Angelus Principalum – @obaewankenope (NR, the one where Aziraphale nests and is gently protective. This fic is quiet and understated and so unbelievably romantic without being over the top about it; it’s a quiet coming together that creeps up on you, much like how the realization of Aziraphale’s nesting habits creeps up on Crowley. A lovely little thing.)

43. we’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow – @tonyhawksmovingcastle (E, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale wind up faking a relationship on a couple’s cruise. E for Chapter 7, which is completely skippable without ruining any plot. This one gets a double whammy for both engaging plot and wonderful OCs that add to rather than distract from the story. Fake dating is fun enough but when you’re fake dating and also being wingmanned by well-meaning possibly supernatural sapphics, while also having fun in the tropics, it’s a recipe for a good time all around (at least for the audience). So lovely and sweet and that moment when Crowley and Aziraphale finally get together is magic.)

44. Road Trip Games and Love – rgfalso (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale go on a road trip together. This one almost takes place in real time, and has the most intense and emotional back-and-forth while these poor saps try to work out the Thing between them without actually talking about it for as long as inhumanly possible. Of course there are lots of road trip games, and of course those road trip games are a vehicle of conveyance for what they’re actually trying to say, and cue all the misunderstandings in the world. It’s frustrating and cathartic and amazing and the end especially is so, so sweet.)

45. The Most Stylish Wedding of AZ Fell and AJ Crowley – @leapoffaith1489 (T, the one where Aziraphale is determined to discard tartan for the wedding. Y’all. Omg. If relatively low-stakes cute wedding shenanigans are your thing, welcome home. If Aziraphale being pleasantly surprised is your thing, welcome home. If Aziraphale working through minor insecurities is your thing, welcome, truly, home. Featuring a lovely cast of side characters and a soft-as-butter plot.)

46. The Newlywed Game (Not What You’d Think) – @heavenslittlehellion (NR, the one where a game of drunken truth-telling goes a little farther than anticipated. Hello, welcome to the emotional gut-punch fic, you’ve arrived. The only thing that saves this from dunking into the last category on this list with the other h/c and whump fics is how low-stakes it is and how soft it is when they get past the unpleasant bit. People who love theories on what the Fall felt like, welcome to the table.)

47. On the Road to Love – Mizmak (G, the one where Crowley enters a motor rally race with the Bentley, with Aziraphale as navigator. While there’s great fun in Crowley and Aziraphale needling each other, there’s greater joy in their friendship and tenderness towards the other (and asexual bed-sharing fans, rejoice). It’s a fun concept all around and definitely worth the read.)

48. Mr. Fell’s Bookshop ficlets – @holycatsandrabbits (G, T, the series where Mr. Fell has regular customers and they love the place as much as they love its weird and eldritch owner. For folks who love seeing the Ineffable Duo through others’ eyes, this is a fun series to scratch that particular itch, and has spawned a number of spin-off fics, unless I’m mistaken. It’s a relatively low-stakes series, for people wanting something like that these days, too.)

49. Quiet Reflection – @shinyopals (T, the one where they have to duck into a church to avoid demons. If the phrase “spicy Jesus crackers” holds any appeal whatsoever, go read this fic immediately. It’s heartfelt and hilarious and really that’s all you can ask for in a good fluff fic. Also Crowley being held. Really, that’s all any of us want from life.)

50. Deck the Halls – forthegreatergood (G, the one where mistletoe should really not be this hard to get a hold of. Y’all you simply MUST stick around for the hijinks in this one. They are manifold and hilarious. Does it end in makeouts? Possibly. You’ll just have to read it, won’t you?)

51. The Secret Dress – GlitterSkullFairy (G, the one where Crowley has a secret wedding dress. This one is very dramatic and sad…and then Aziraphale pops in. Like with all things concerning these two, it immediately takes a turn from there. If putting Crowley in pretty dresses is a thing you enjoy, have a seat and enjoy the show, it’s a softy.)

52. Well…That’s New – @almaasi (G, the one where Crowley doesn’t realize he’s in love. If oblivious Crowley is more to your taste, this is the one for you. Takes the concept “what if Crowley was in love but didn’t realize it” and runs with it for all it’s worth. Hilarious and sweet and wonderful.)

53. serpent, serpent-bearer – @elsajeni (G, the one that’s about horoscopes. I realize the Soft section of the rec list is for things that are Soft but hhnnngkk you guys. This one is so cute. My heart can’t take it. They’re so gosh darned precious, with their newspaper and their horoscopes and their welcome invasion of each other’s personal space.)

54. If Only You Were Mine – @somethingscarlet13 (G, the one where Crowley gets so drunk he can’t remember who Aziraphale’s husband is, just that he’s married. This is a little sugar shot for your day, folks—short, sweet, silly, and did I mention sweet? It is so worth having a giggle at drunk Crowley’s expense, please do read it.)

55. Cupboard Love – @copperplatebeech (T, the one where Crowley is a cranky snek. I would also highly recommend this for folks who enjoy Madam Tracy, especially Madam Tracy being utterly unaffected by being face-to-face with the supernatural and cooing over things like the wonderful lady she is. Fun and a little silly and a lot adorable.)

56. affirmation, appreciation – pearlwaldorf (G, the one where Aziraphale helps someone in need a little differently than expected. This one has Aziraphale taking on the persona of an interested male party looking to pick up the spirits of a woman on the tail end of a messy divorce and Crowley understanding but still getting a little jealous. It’s so sweet and so lovely, both what Aziraphale and Crowley do for this poor woman and how Aziraphale reassures Crowley afterwards. Top notch.)

57. Forget-Me-Not – @dietraumerei (T, the one where Crowley gets amnesia. Not as dramatic as others, he just loses 200 years and it’s temporary, but it’s ever so sweet, watching Crowley fall back in love with the modern world and be gobsmacked that he and Aziraphale are finally together. There’s a lot of reassurance and tender sweet nothings thrown about and I’m pretty sure I developed a heart condition just from reading this, it’s too good.)

58. They Shake The Mountains When They Dance – @copperbadge (T, the one where Crowley finds Aziraphale’s scar. Operating on the theory that Aziraphale was injured in the War in Heaven and that’s why he clutches his leg and limps when he’s discorporated, this is the sappiest, sweetest rumination on the subject I have ever read. Crowley gets so protective and defensive, and Aziraphale is so gentle in talking him down. On the whole, it’s just wonderful and so, so cute. Omg.)

59. Familiar Care – ginger_mosaic (G, the one where the Ineffable Dads have to take their snabies in for medical help. This comes from the Wiggleverse, which on the whole I cannot strongly recommend enough, but this fic in particular centers around the most delightful OC veterinarian who handles Crowley and Aziraphale’s strange family very well. There’s also a fun twist at the end, so absolutely keep reading to find out what that is. And also, immerse yourself in adorable snake baby shenanigans, because they are the best sort.)

TOUCH-STARVED/BODY WORSHIP/WINGS

60. Rituals (or the Seven Layer Bean Dip Approach to Sex) – SleepySelfLoathing (T, the one where no seriously metaphysical angel/demon sex is super weird. Fans of truly esoteric ethereal/occult mating rituals rejoice, for this is your new home. It’s abstract but no less beautiful for it, I think; the imagery and emotional accompaniment are all lovely, even if they don’t meet conventional human romance standards. You can really tell that it means a lot to Crowley and Aziraphale, the ways they show how much they love each other. A weird and delectable little dish, by all accounts.)

61. Under Pressure – @copperplatebeech (M, the one where Crowley steals kisses. M for sensuality and body worship but nothing too explicit; also could be construed as dubcon kissing, for those of you sensitive to that. Hhhgkk y’all. Crowley thinks he’s being sly getting away with smooching Aziraphale throughout history while they’re both drunk off their rockers but does not count on Aziraphale actually remembering, and then once the Apocalypse is done with and they’re On Their Own Side and Can Aknowledge These Things…well. They do. Crowley is a mess and Aziraphale is a mess and they love each other so much. The writing is so tender and I’m CRYING.)

62. London Calling – forthegreatergood (G, the one with slow-burn wing grooming. There’s so much crammed into this bad boy and it balances it admirably—Crowley’s relationship with Aziraphale, Crowley’s relationship with Hell, Crowley thinking about retirement, Crowley getting preemptively banned from a certain European country for being a pest outside of its consulate, Crowley losing his cool over getting to touch Aziraphale’s wings. Humor, aching tenderness, the kind of longing that feels like a high, quavering violin note, tension and release. A beautiful piece.)

63. Elmie’s Ineffable Fireplace Fics – @almaasi (G, M, M, the series that is completely unrelated except for the physical and also figurative appearances of warm fireplaces. M for sensuality but nothing explicit. The first two are mainly short fluff; the third is a long Regency-esque AU with some gender and sexuality shenanigans on top of Real Danger and Intrigue. True to the writer’s promise, all three fics are pretty comfortable and warm, even if the third has some action and tension. They’re absolutely lovely, imo.)

64. The Hands Applauded (And This Was No Sin) – @ticketybye (G, the one where Crowley as a preoccupation with Aziraphale’s hands. Deals with both touch-starvation and touch-aversity in the same fic and weirdly enough it works. The fic is heartbreaking but it has a good resolution and that’s important.)

65. Moult – @sameoldsorceress (T, the one where Aziraphale molts and Crowley doesn’t. This is typical wing-grooming fare…right up until it isn’t. I won’t spoil the twist but rest assured that there is absolutely a twist. Other than that, it’s supportive and sweet and lovely and lord knows we all could use some of that right now.)

66. never get to heaven on a night like this – RestlessWanderings (G, the series where the Ineffable Wives are touch-starved and pining. The only reason this fic goes here instead of in Jaunts Through History is because especially in Crowley’s side of the story, the touch starvation is so horrifically visceral I very nearly bought myself a weighted blanket out of sympathy stress. They are both so afraid and so desperate for a bit of connection, the pining is absolutely ridiculous. And it helps that there’s worldbuilding there that’s both thematically appropriate and interesting to read. Engendered by lesbianism and catholic guilt, I believe the author said, and in this case what a delicious combination with an absolutely amazing ending.)

67. Strength in Modesty – flandersmare (T, the one where Aziraphale has a secret wardrobe. Y’all. I have a special love-hate relationship with clothes and my body and this fic somehow felt very soothing on both of those fronts. Corsetry is front and center, and it’s all very well-researched and well-presented. The story is so quiet and understated and is really told through excellent sensory details. The ending about broke my heart for tenderness. It’s a double love letter to Aziraphale and to fashion throughout history and I love it.)

BONUS

68. Tales of the Them – @lyricwritesprose (G, the series where Crowley and Aziraphale are the Them’s godparents, too. This is such a fun series, with a lot of stories that are not just funny in bits, but also meaningful. For fans of the Them and people who like stories about children that aren’t dumbed-down or grimdark.)

69. Stans in High Places – @doomed-spectacles (G, the one where there’s someone in the Earth Observation department keeping an eye on Crowley and Aziraphale. Another take on the angel(s) in charge of Earth Observation, this time featuring a singular angel called Grigori, and boy is he a cutie. His friendship with fellow angel Pravuil is also blossoming and sweet throughout, and the amount of innocent cuteness throughout is just spectacular. What an adorable story.)

70. Anthony J Crowley, Retired Demon and AirBnB Superhost – @theoldaquarian (G, the one where Crowley turns his flat into an AirBnB. Told as if reading a comment section, it is hilarious and paints a horrid picture of what interacting with Crowley—and Aziraphale!—is like for normal humans. I can’t give you any more details than that, you are just going to have to read it and laugh your head off about it like I did.)

71. A Guide to Fame for the Enterprising Demon – @asideofourown (T, the one where Crowley writes a book and accidentally becomes a queer icon. This is…so funny. And so sweet. And like most fics where human bystanders try to piece together what’s happening and come away with completely wrong conclusions, it’s utterly charming. You almost start rooting for the internet conspiracy theorists trying to unearth what exactly Crowley is from his (presumably) evasive or strange answers to interview questions.)

72. Hell Of An Angel – WaitingToBeBroken (T, the one where everyone thinks Crowley is a mafia family. This one is funny in a dramatic irony way; the way that every narrator in this is CONVINCED that Crowley is A. a family of redheads that all look eerily similar, and B. extremely dangerous, is entertaining all on its own. It helps that the writing is smooth and the characters are all fairly engaging, too. A fun little diversion for your day.)

H/C /WHUMP/BAMF

73. the only one i want – @qorktrees (T, the one where Crowley needs some convincing. The hurt in this one is real, folks. But so is the comfort. At last steps are taken to assure Crowley of how much he is wanted, of how much his love is cherished and his touch desired. If you cry while reading this, congrats and welcome to the club, we are all miserable touch-starved fools here.)

74. Always One More Time – boughofawillowtree (T, the one where Aziraphale has remaining psychological scars from Heaven. This one is tough, y’all, real tough. Aziraphale has a couple of abusive flashbacks and intrusive thoughts and his anxiety flaring up is a constant, so people sensitive to that should take heed. That said, this is a very healing fic, with a lot of underlying hurt that floats to the surface. But throughout Crowley does his best to be patient and understanding and even with a disagreement, it remains gentle and loving throughout.)

75. Smote and smitten – @nohaijiachi (G, the one where Aziraphale is a badass and we are ALL here for it. Screaming Hastur, briefly-sentient flaming swords, Aziraphale being amazing, and starry-eyed Crowley are all the ingredients chosen to make a wonderful little fic, and we are all grateful for it. What a guy, that Aziraphale.)

76. Nearly Romeo and Juliet – bisexual_dumbass (T, the one where Crowley’s hiding his panic attacks. This one hurts, friends. This one has miscommunications and fear and boundary communication, all while being so tense even the gentlest touch will snap something. It’s got learning to take care of yourself and value yourself and live FOR yourself. It is very important and I hope a lot of you read it because gosh dang.)

77. Pigeon Girlfriends With A Long Preamble – SleepySelfLoathing (T, the one that’s exactly what it says on the tin. This fic has it all: humor! Torture! Terrible humans! Wrathful Aziraphale! Pain and suffering! Tenderness and care! Pigeon girlfriends! The Hurt and the Comfort are present in about equal measure, but fair warning that what Crowley is made to do just before his rescue is more than a little disturbing, both to readers and especially to Crowley.)

#good omens #good omens fic recs #mega gomens fic rec list #mega fic rec list #whoof #probably take a break for a bit #then start work on six and seven's reviews #and maybe start on compiling eight #why do y'all write so much fic #why is it all so good

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Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

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Warnings: None

The request:

This is the story of the first time you met Peter Parker, and the first time you kissed.

For all the people who asked for a second part of "Happy birthday, Peter" or asked me what happened in Paris. This is prequel to that fic, but as always, can be read as a stand alone.

MY MASTERLIST

You wouldn’t say you were having the worst day of your life, that was probably the day that psycho of Aldrich Killian kidnapped you and played mad science with you. Or, going farther back, the day those other psychos of Ten Rings had snatched your father in the middle of the dessert and kept him away from you for three months. No, you wouldn’t say it was the worst day of your life, but it was definitely on the top five.

First, your father finally allowed you to wear your suit, yes, but it was to fight the people that until forty-eight hours before had been your family. Then, you had gotten to meet the famous Spider-Man from You Tube, and he was as amazing as you thought he would be, or more, fighting side by side with you and your father, matching the rest of the Avengers in strength and skill and even managing to land a few punches on Steve, while visibly enjoying himself all the time. He was smart, and funny and a total hottie under that mask. So of course you had frozen like a star-struck twelve year old. You hadn’t even been able to speak, and now he probably thought you were some conceited, stuck up brat, too good to talk to the noobie.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, your father had humiliated you by taken you off the battlefield and carting you back to the hotel, with Happy as your babysitter, as if you were a child. Your only consolation was that Spider-Man had gotten the same treatment.

Still, by far the worst thing that happened that day, had been uncle Rhodey’s accident.

You had watched in horror how your dad had been too late to stop him from hitting the ground, unable to do anything yourself because he had deactivated your suit in order to force you out of the fight. He had rode to the hospital with Rhodey but had disappeared afterwards, and you knew that by the time you got your dad back, he was going to be bloodied and bruised. Not for the first time, you wished he would trust you enough to let you help him, but you weren’t under any delusions: You knew that after what had happened to uncle Rhodey, the chances of Tony letting you tag along on another mission were pretty much zero.

That also meant that the chances of you and Spider-Man ever crossing paths again were very slim, and with Happy returning you to New York the next morning, your window of opportunity with him was getting closed. So you did the Stark thing to do: You suited up for the battle and went to find Peter Parker.

…

Peter Parker was having the best day of his life. First, his childhood hero had brought him to Europe (or, had him brought, but whatever, Mister Stark was a busy man), then he gave him a brand new, awesome suit for him to wear. After that, he got to meet - and fight – The Avengers, and even steal Captain America's shield. The only downside had been that his celebrity crush, y/n Stark, hadn’t even spared him a glance, but he was used to pretty girls being aloof. At least to him.

He was so excited, that not even Happy Hogan's lack of enthusiasm could deter his good mood. Not even when he had demanded him to keep it down twice, and was currently knocking on his door a third time.

“Sorry, Happy! I promise this time I’ll...” He started apologizing before even opening the door, but the words died in his mouth once he did. Because that wasn’t Happy on the other side.

“Hey, Peter.”

“Mi-miss Stark! Hi!” It wasn’t fair, you thought: you knew you didn’t look that cute when you were nervous. But seeing him getting as flustered at you did wonders to your level of confidence. You smiled, feeling a little more your self.

“It’s y/n” you corrected.

“Y/n, sure” he blushed even harder, and you smiled wider.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?”

“Of-of course, miss Stark, y/n! I meant y/n!”, he tripped a little over himself making room for you to step in and it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. You immediately headed for his bed, hopping on it because why not.

“So,” You commented casually without stopping to jump, “this is the Spider-cave…”

“I- I guess, I mean” It wasn’t fair, Peter thought. The most accomplished girl of his generation, for not mentioning beautiful, the one whose picture was on his lockscreen, was currently jumping. On his bed. And he was expected to make sense? Ok, he could do this, he just had to say words. Words that went together. Any words.

Why couldn’t he remember any words?

“I’m sure yours is bigger” He meant your room, but you totally miss understood.

“Well, yeah, but it’s not as bouncy” you replied.

“what?”

“What?” You parroted dumbly, pausing your hopping.

“Your room is not as bouncy?” Peter regretted talking as soon as he opened his mouth. What if he had misinterpreted you? What if it was some kind of cool kid's slang and he had just proven how not cool he was? What if-

“No, I meant my bed…”

Of course you were talking about your bed, it was obvious! He was so stupid! Now you were standing there looking at him with a tiny frown on your face, probably thinking he was a complete looser.

And now it was awkward. God, why was he such a-

“Why are you on your pajamas?”

Your question took him by surprise. He took in your black shorts and sheer blue top. Wow. Just… wow.

“… Why aren’t you?”

“It’s like, six o'clock” You explained with a shrug, “Dad said it was your first time in Berlin, I was thinking you’d might like to go out, do a little sight seeing…”

“Actually I already saw the city yesterday” Peter wanted to punch himself: What was wrong with him? Y/n Stark had just basically asked him out and he had rejected her. And now you looked disappointed. Like, for real, for him.

However, as he was later going to learn, you weren’t the type to give up easily.

“But this isn’t just your first time in Berlin, is it? It’s your first time in Europe, period. Isn’t it?” you checked.

“It is” He confirmed, “Why?”

A mischievous grin, so much like your father’s, started to slowly grow on your face.

“I just had the craziest idea…”

…

You weren’t like this. You weren’t wild, you weren’t reckless, that was a Stark gene you seemed to lack. Until now, cause there was something about Peter Parker, about his wide eyed gaze, his childlike enthusiasm, that made you feel adventurous and fearless. And if you were completely honest with yourself, you wanted to impress him.

You wanted to blow his mind.

… God, you were in so much trouble.

“I can’t believe we’re really doing it, this is insane!”

“You can still back out if you want, it’s not too late” But as you said the words you knew it was a lie, it was already too late. Because you could see reflected in Peter’s big brown eyes the same madness that seemed to have overtook you. He wasn’t backing up, not for anything.

He was about to open his mouth to reply when a soft tap on the car window interrupted him.

“Miss Stark, everything is ready, you have permission to land in Charles de Gaulle in forty minutes”

“Danke sehr aufmerksam, herr Müller” You turned to Peter, “What do you say, Spider-Man? Wanna go for a joyride?”

Stealing a plane and flying away to another country turned out to be not as big of a deal as Peter had imagined. If anything, it was a little anticlimactic how minimal was the effort you both had to do with a self-flown jet and the Stark last name opening borders and clearing landing tracks for you. Still, it didn’t stopped his heart from beating hard inside his chest the whole time. Or maybe that was just you and the effect you had on him, running hand in hand through the airport, trying to get away from the bunch of paparazzi that caught wind of the Stark jet landing there. It was exhilarating. You were exhilarating.

… He was in so much trouble.

“We need a cab” Peter announced once outside de airport, without slowing down, the paparazzi hot on your heels.

“There’s no way we’ll be able to loose them in a car, we need something faster” You pointed out, way more experienced in being hunted by the press.

“There, look!” He gestured at an impressive looking motorcycle that was just pulling up a few yards ahead.

“A Livewire! You have taste, Parker”

A pleased little blush appeared on his cheeks.

“Thanks,” He mumbled.

“Excusez-moi, monsieur!” You started, but the guy on the Harley interrupted you.

“Dude, I’m from L.A.” He chuckled, “And you are y/n Stark! This is so awesome, can I get a selfie?”

“Sure, can we get a ride?” You smiled sweetly at the camera.

“Sorry, guys, I’m here to pick up my son, his flight is delayed, he’s gonna flip when he sees you were here and he missed it…” He seemed genuinely sorry.

“Could we, like borrow your bike, then?” Peter requested.

The guy hesitated,

“Well, I mean, you look like cool kids and all but…”

“Here, you can have my watch as a guarantee you’ll get it back” you took your watch off your wrist and placed it on his open palm, “We’ll send you the location of the bike once we’re done, and maybe we could get another selfie with your son when you come pick it up…”

There wasn’t much time left, with the first photographers already coming out the doors. Luckily the bike guy caved in.

“Is this a Stark watch? These are worth like, a hundred thousand…”

“Couple hundreds, actually” You corrected, “special edition and all that”

“Ok, Take it!” The guy said, seeing the paparazzi running your way.

“Thanks!”

“Thank you so much! We’ll promise to give it back in one piece!” Peter yelled back as you both were riding away, with his hands firm on the handle, loving the feeling of your warm form draped around his back and the wind on his face. It was almost like swinging on his webs at breakneck speed, maybe even better, cause your arms were wrapped around his waist.

“Ever did this before?” you asked, raising your voice above the howling of the wind.

“I drove my friend's Ned scooter once” He replied, honestly “and I have super fast reflexes, how hard can this be?”

“Oh my God, we’re going to die!!” You groaned into his jeans cladded shoulder.

“Don’t worry, miss Stark, I won’t let anything happen to you” He promised, speeding down the A1 under the pink sunset. And if your heart melted a little right then and there, well, no one really needed to know.

“Whoa! That is amazing!” Peter bursted out in awe as soon as you reached Avenue Foch and the Arc de Triomphe appeared into view.

“Ok, pull over there, it’s time to ditch the bike” you decided.

“Are you sure?”

“Completely, this city is full of beautiful things at every corner, we might miss some if we go too fast” You loved Paris, and for some reason, you wanted Peter to fall in love with it too. You couldn’t really put your finger on why it was so important to you, but you needed him to see it the same way that you did, with all it’s beauty and quirks, with all it’s flaws (because there were flaws, like the rats or the outdated subway system), you didn’t want Peter to just have the narrow tourist view, with only the golden statues, the museums and the clichés.

You were going to give Peter the full experience.

He webbed the Harley to the front windows of a Bowling alley and you sent the coordinates to your own watch for the cool guy from the airport to pick it up.

“We are in Paris! This is the wildest, craziest thing ever! Crazier than stealing Cap's shield! I mean, I-…”

“Peter? What are you doing?”

Peter lowered his cellphone and turned to face you,

“I- I was… it’s just- I've been making this video of the trip so far and I thought…” He explained, sheepishly.

“Cool, can I be on it?”

That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting at all.

“Ye-yeah, sure” He turned the phone so the camera was pointing at you.

“We are in Paris with y/n!” He started over, “This is the craziest shit! I’m in the city of lights with the Queen S herself! Say 'Hi', your highness!”

It was amazing how the hated nickname the press had given you suddenly sounded so much sweeter from Peter’s lips. You smiled big and bright for his camera and did a little wave, and it was the cutest thing Peter had ever seen in his life. Chubby pandas and sneezing kittens had nothing on you.

“Where to now?”

“Tuileries Garden, of course” You said without missing a beat, “but we gotta hurry, it'll be closing time soon!”

Peter Parker had superhuman strength, you knew that, you had seen him stop a bus with his bare hands, witnessed him stopping a punch from the winter soldier himself. Yet he let you dragged him by the hand all across the Champs-Elysees. You weren’t sure what that meant, but it made you feel warm inside.

He, on the other hand, knew exactly what it meant. Because he would have let you do anything you wanted with him. Because he had known you for less than twenty-four hours, and you already had him wrapped around your little finger.

“Oh, no!” Your disappointment at finally arriving at the garden gates only to find them closed pulled at something inside of him. Those sad eyes and pouty lips ought to be illegal. He wondered idly what it would be like to bite that protruding bottom lip, to kiss the pout away. He chastised himself mentally, you were obviously upset, it was not the time for those kind of thoughts. You had your heart set on that garden, and he was just a middle class kid from Queens, there wasn’t much he could give to one of the richest girls in the world, but he could give you this.

“I think I might have an idea”

You turned to him with hopeful eyes,

“You do?”

“Yeah, but…” He hesitated, “we would have to- I mean you would have to let me, like…” He gestured awkwardly at your torso, his face reddening quickly.

“What?”

“Look, just… Do you trust me?” He finally asked.

“Of course” came your immediate reply.

“Ok. I’m just going to…” He took a step towards you, and very slowly, giving you plenty of time to back away or stop him, he wrapped an arm firmly around your waist.

You had never been this close to him before, well, no, that was a lie, you had been really close to him on the bike but somehow this felt different. Your face ended up on the crook of his neck and you breathed him in: Fabric softener with a hint of axe deodorant and chemicals, probably from his web fluid, and underneath all that, something else, spicy, like cinnamon. Something purely Peter.

Your warm breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine and he had to take a few seconds to gather himself enough to be sure his voice wouldn’t tremble before he said,

“Now wrap your arms and legs around me”

“What??” You squeaked, to your embarrassment.

“You said you trusted me”

“I- I do” You locked your arms around his shoulders and, with a little jump, your legs around his waist. Then, the world blurred out around you. One second, you both were standing on the ground, the next, you were flying through the air at the speed of light. And another one after that, you were landing surprisingly softly at the other side of the tall fence, effectively entering the gardens.

“Oh my god, that was awesome!”

“I’ve seen you literally flying,” Peter pointed out, “this was just a jump, definitely not as cool”

“Yeah, but like, in full armor and helmet. I never get to feel the wind on my face and stuff…”

“y/n? You can let go now” Peter regretted his words as soon as you let go of him and took a step back, taking your warmth and sweet perfume with you. He tried to cover his disappointment up.

“So, what’s so special about this garden anyway?”

You kept pointing at different flowers and sculptures for him to see and film, but more often than not, Peter found himself looking at you instead of them, far more fascinated by you. Far more interested in capturing the sparkle in your eyes anytime you saw something beautiful, or the way your skin seemed to almost glow under the fading light of the blue twilight, than in any fountain or plant.

It was a beautiful park, there was no denying it, like some enchanted wonderland out of a fairly tale. But he suspected it would probably loose most of it’s magic without it’s bewitching princess walking amongst it’s flowers, telling stories about the Medici and revolutions.

“… and of course, there’s the Ferris wheel. Do you think we can turn it on? I mean, it’s going to attract attention so we’ll probably won’t get a lot of time on it” You turned to find him staring at you through his cellphone camera, a soft look you didn’t dare to name on his face. “Pete, are you even listening to me?”

“Sorry, yes, of course, I was just-…”

“Vous, arrete vous!”

“Shit! We better run!”

The security guard was fast. Definitely not as fast as Peter but way to fast for you, so Peter ended up carrying you in his arms bridal style even after jumping the fence, because there were a couple of guards waiting for you out there too.

“Look! That must be the Seine!” He exclaimed joyfully once you reached the riverside.

“It is!” You confirmed, holding onto him for dear life as he raced towards the water.

“Uncle Ben used to take me fishing when I was little,” He commented casually as he came to a halt right next to a small boat tied to an even smaller dock. He deposited you carefully on it, and jumped in himself, immediately getting into the task of starting up the little outboard motor.

“Are we stealing a boat now?” You snorted inelegantly.

“Borrowing it,” He corrected, finally sailing away from the shore and the guards yelling at you angrily on it. “We are borrowing it. And I don’t see why not, we already borrowed a plane and a motorcycle…” He shrugged.

“I guess we are literally partners in crime, huh?”

“I still can believe it,” He confessed, shaking his head, “I mean, up until like three hours ago I thought you didn’t like me”

You lowered your eyes in shame.

“I know, sorry 'bout that” It was your turn to make a little confession, “I know I was a total bitch to you at the airport, it’s just… I was kind of nervous about meeting you and I-…”

“Wait, what?” Peter Parker looked like a confused puppy, and you knew he would not appreciate the comparison but to you it was the cutest shit you had ever seen. “You were nervous about meeting me? Why?”

“Because,” You explained, “You are Spider-Man, you stopped a car from hitting a bus full of people with one hand, that’s kind of amazing”

You are kind of amazing, you were too much of a coward to say out loud.

“You saw my videos?”

You rolled your eyes,

“Well, duh! Who do you think showed them to my dad?”

Peter was speechless: You weren’t just the reason he was in Paris: You were the reason he was in Europe at all, the reason Tony Stark had seek him out, and offered him the “internship”. He knew after this trip his life was going to change forever and it was all because of you.

It was all thanks to you, and he didn’t know what to do with that information.

“Now, see that bridge over there? That’s Pont des Invalides, nothing special about it, there’s hundreds of bridges in this city,” You continued to talk, completely oblivious to his little epiphany, “but once we reach it we’ll be able to see…”

“The Eiffel tower!” Apparently he had already spotted it.

By the time you finally reached Pont d'lena and we’re able to leave the boat, Peter was almost vibrating with excitement.

“There’s a merry go round!”

“A carousel, actually.” You corrected.

“What’s the difference?” Peter asked, confused. His little frown was adorable.

“Merry go rounds are for children. Carousels are for sophisticated young adults visiting Paris on their own for the first time!” You said before jumping into it before it even stopped moving, what earned you a few dirty looks from a couple of locals that were there with their children, but Peter was laughing as he jumped behind you, so it was all worth it.

“This has to be the prettiest merry go round I had ever took a ride on…”

“Carousel,” you rectified again “but, yeah, everything is prettier in Paris.” You sighed.

“Except you”

Your mouth fell open in mock indignation,

“Peter Parker, you take that back!”

“No- that’s not-… I mean, I didn’t- I wasn’t…”

He took a deep breath to pull himself together.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just wanted to say that you always look beautiful, no matter the city you are in…”

You looked away to hide your blush.

“Well… you probably should have started with that” you said as nonchalantly as you managed. The carousel finally stopped moving.

“Now what?” Questioned Peter once you got off of the ride.

“Now we go see the tower, after that… we'll probably have to take the subway, so we can go all the way to Montparnasse to see the Catacombs” You decided. He didn’t looked that convinced, though.

“The catacombs? At night? Won’t that be like, really creepy?”

“That’s the whole point! Besides,” you finished, looping your arm around his “I’ve got Spider-Man to protect me from anything evil that might be lurking down there”

He laughed,

“And I have Iron girl to protect me, so I guess there’s nothing to be afraid of”

“I’m not so sure about that superhero name,” The way you scrunched your nose was way too adorable for your own good, Peter concluded. “We’re gonna have to keep working on that…”

“Wow! Look at that, that’s incredible!”

You follow Peter’s line of sight right to were the most famous landmark in the world was sparkling as if covered in a thousand stars.

“It’s like the world’s biggest Christmas tree!”

… Or that, you guessed.

There were very few views in the world more beautiful than the Eiffel tower at night. The naked awe in Peter Parker's face illuminated by the tower lights as he gazed upon it, was one of them.

A soft yapping sound took you both out of your respective reveries. A couple of Pit bull puppies had seemingly escaped their leashes and we’re running around one of the entrances.

“Aww, look! It’s puppy love!” You declared as one of the puppies licked at the other's snout.

Peter laughed.

“Do you think that was their first kiss?” He wondered, “They do look kind of nervous and over exited about each other…”

You smiled,

“I wish my first kiss had been like that”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I mean, in Paris, under the Eiffel tower lights on a full moon?” You explained, “Mine wasn’t nearly as romantic”

Peter seemed to get lost in thought.

You nudged at him with your shoulder.

“What about you? What was your first kiss like?”

He seriously considered lying, he really didn’t want you to know how much of a looser he was, and he also kinda wanted to impress you. But you had been nothing but sincere and natural and open with him the whole night, the least you deserved was his honesty.

“I never-… I mean, I haven’t… kissed anyone… yet.”

You blinked.

“Never? Really?”

“Really really” He confirmed and even under the soft light you could tell he was blushing furiously.

You didn’t know what possessed you next. Possibly the same brand of insanity that drove you to take your father’s jet in the first place, but that was neither here nor there as you slowly, very slowly like him at the gardens, took a step towards him and whispered,

“Close your eyes”

He couldn’t have disobeyed your command even if he had wanted to, it was like some strange gravitational phenomenon, or maybe an electromagnetic one: The closer you were, the stronger the pull to get even closer, and the stronger your power over him. He closed his eyes but he was quite obviously unnerved, the tension clear on his shoulders. You laced your finger with his and squeezed his hand a little, and he relaxed immediately at your touch. He licked his lips instinctively and that was your undoing, you finally pressed your lips softy to his, and the universe burst into colors behind your eyelids. It was sweet, and gentle and everything a first kiss was supposed to be.

And you actually had no recollection of any other person you had kissed before; because they were inconsequential, no one had ever made you feel anything like this, warming you up from the inside, making you dizzy with want. It was stronger than any whiskey you might or might not had sneaked from your father’s bar. You stood there, drinking each other for some minutes, or maybe some centuries, you weren’t sure. Everything beyond Peter’s lips on yours had lost its meaning.

When you finally parted, Peter rested his forehead in yours, breathless and refusing to have to let go of you completely.

“How was that for a first kiss?” You asked under your breath. Peter smiled, leaning in once again.

“It was perfect” He replied against your lips, “Absolutely perfect.”

#peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #cute #first love #first kiss

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 5 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Mac

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You first meet Mac when you stop by to check on Valerie after she called you the night before, telling you all about what happened with her and Ted.

- You and her had been friends for a while and you decided you were going to try to cheer her up or at least make sure she was okay after such a rough night. Although when you got there you were greeted with the completely unexpected; trashed house, an interesting contraption in the pool and three furry guys roaming around your best friends living room.

- Immediately upon seeing them you dropped your things and froze; they turned around when they heard the thudding on Valerie’s carpet. All of them got up and started to move towards you in curiosity.

- You were about ready to faint before Valerie came into the room, saw you and ushered the aliens back onto the couch. Meanwhile you had quickly picked up your things and rushed out of there with Valerie hot on your heels trying to explain what you had just seen.

- She slowly coaxed you back into the house where you were properly introduced to the three extraterrestrials.

- Of course Wiploc immediately tried to “flirt” with you. Him and Zeebo probably freaked you out more than you already were before Mac and Valerie managed to get them to act “normal”.

- You went with Valerie to the salon where you got to see the guys once they were madeover. Like Valerie you were practically speechless when they came out especially once you saw Mac; neither of you were expecting a washboard stomach and the face of a movie star.

- Mac pretty much trails after you like a lost puppy when you arrive at the club (and everywhere else you go), trying to get to know you better with his limited understanding of the English language and people as a whole.

- The only time he leaves your side is when Valerie walks off and after he follows her you sort of assume he was only around you because you were next to Valerie.

- After Valerie tells him about what she and most girls want; a Mr. right, he goes to you and asks if he could be someone’s Mr. right (hint hint cough cough). You grow a little flustered but think he’s talking about Valerie so you awkwardly tell him yes and list off a few reasons why.

- Each reason makes him smile a little more and gets him to move closer to you before you ultimately excuse yourself to go sulk; confusing him as he’s left standing on his own and wondering if he did something wrong.

“He’s an alien, you’re from the valley. It could never work out anyway, you shouldn’t bother getting upset about it. This whole thing is crazy!” You keep telling yourself. But that doesn’t help the fact that your heart still races everytime you see him and that you are still indeed upset when you see him looking at your best friend.

- You still hang out with him and the gang all the while pretending you aren’t falling for him harder and harder every minute.

- Mac tends to watch you a lot, it’s because he’s amazed by you and your beauty but you just assume he’s interested in you because you’re human and a foreign being to him.

- One night as you were hanging out; alone together for the first time in a while, he asked you why you were single amongst other personal questions. He can’t help but smile as he listens to you describe your ideal man and the dreams you’ve had about that special someone since you were young.

- You begin to realize that your idea of a perfect man is just him; so you finally decide to confess no matter the outcome. Slowly, you start to finish your sentence getting quieter and quieter until you end it with “I guess I’m looking for someone like… you.”

“I am your mr. Right?” He asks slowly.

“Yeah,” you smile nervously. “Yeah, I think you are.”

- You watch as he smiles at you and stay still as he begins to lean in, letting his lips meet yours as his hand comes to hold your cheek.

- And from that point on, you began your inter-species relationship with the extraterrestrial.

- Wiploc tries to flirt with you a lot and usually thinks it’s funny when Mac reprimands him even though it doesn’t always happen. Mostly because Wiploc has the mentality of a five year old and 90% of the time his flirting is half jokingly asking for a kiss when he barely understands what a kiss is.

- Observing his weird quirks.

- Being amazed by his different, odd abilities. He just gives you a sheepish smile when he catches you watching.

- He’s probably the best man you’ve ever dated purely because he isn’t a man and hasn’t been contaminated by earthly society.

- Whenever you’re out on the town you sometimes have to remind him that normal humans cannot do certain things that him and other aliens can. Be prepared to watch that he isn’t making anyone suspicious.

- He doesn’t understand your insecurities. What’s the big deal about some markings on your skin or the fact that you have a different body shape then those around you? He’s seen all kinds of humans look all sorts of ways, isn’t looking different a normal thing with humans?

- Even though he doesn’t understand he helps you with them and reassures you whenever you get upset.

- What do you mean sex is taboo, why?

- Oh and what’s better than sex? Sex with an alien that can give you sexy time psychedelics.

- Helping him rehearse being human when you have to go somewhere important.

- He tends to mimic you when you do something he’s never seen/heard before like a gesture, facial expression or some kind of phrase. It’s really kind of cute.

- He copies a lot of things from tv.

Wow that compliment seems awfully familiar.

(Cut to you watching some rom com) That adorable motherfucker

- Travelling to space with him at some point, even if you don’t stay forever.

- Wiploc and Zeebo are pains in the ass but you can’t help but love them. Mac usually makes sure to keep them in line, especially when they try to run off or flirt (too much) with you.

- Always listens very closely to what you say. If you think you’ve been “heard” in the past, just you wait until you talk with him.

- Hand holding, he loves when you grab his hand in public even though it’s probably just to keep him with you and make sure he doesn’t wander off.

- Only has eyes for you, he’s completely disinterested in anyone else and he’ll quickly go over to your side whenever he can get away from the person keeping him from you.

- Even after you start dating he still stares at you a lot and you really don’t know why; you just hope it’s for a good reason. It’s because he’s absolutely in love with you.

- Loves affection, like he can never get enough or give enough.

- He tries very hard to impress you especially before you’re dating. Oh you’re stopping by Valerie’s, well it just so happens he’s shirtless and covered in grease while working on the ship. You think the guy in the tv is strong? Watch this!

- Listening to stories about his planet and space, more often then not its the soundtrack of your dreams.

- He’s honestly fascinated by you, even after you’ve been dating a while he’s still caught off guard by how amazing you can be.

- He always wants the best for you even if it’s not with him.

- But lets be honest would you even dare dump an alien especially when they look and act like Mac?

- Listening to his double heartbeat.

- He loves holding you to his chest whenever you’re laying in bed. He’s very cuddly for someone who really shouldn’t understand the concept of snuggling.

- Picking you any little flower he sees and is allowed to grab or can grab without anyone noticing.

- You need help? He’s always there for you.

- If you ever want anything fixed he’ll definitely give it a try even if he goes into it not really knowing what he’s doing. He’ll pick up a book from the library, touch a few of the pages and go to work. It usually only takes him about an hour to get whatever’s broken fixed.

- Be prepared to get alien upgrades on your home appliances.

- He can get sort of jealous but more often then not he just gets confused as to why he’s feeling the way he is. Before you realized what it meant it always confused you whenever you’d catch him standing or sitting beside you with a puzzled look on his face.

- He’s very sympathetic and he likes helping you with your problems so don’t feel like you’re being annoying whenever you rant to him. You could never be a burden in his eyes.

- He’s very touchy so you’ll end up having to swat his hands away a lot.

- Always trying to keep his hands on any part of you. It’s your job to decide when it’s because he wants you to himself or when it’s because he doesn’t want to get lost. (Spoiler alert: you cant ever really tell!)

- Trying to stifle your giggles when you hear his odd combinations of slang. Sometimes he purposefully strings together weird sentences just to see you try to hold back a smile.

“Miss Dude”

- He always tries to make you happy no matter what it takes.

- He loves seeing you; he could never get tired of looking at your face or being around you. You’re basically his home now so whenever he’s homesick he just looks at you.

- Hand kisses. He used to think it was just how humans addressed each other so he’d kiss your hand every time he saw you but now he realizes there’s more to it than that. Since he’s learned that there’s; usually, intimacy behind it he tries to do it even more now and reserves the action only for you.

- Listening to him play piano. He memorizes your favorite songs by heart(s).

- Gifts from space whenever he has to leave earth. You have a shelf full of moon rocks and alien plants.

- Be sure to keep a razor and some Nair handy for emergencies.

- He’s a natural at modeling for photos but the smolder he tends to have in them is literally just him squinting from the flashing light.

- He likes when you take him shopping with you, especially when it’s clothes shopping. He finds it fun when you style him even though he doesn’t really care for fashion all that much.

- For an alien he sure can kiss. He will literally kiss you until you’re weak in the knees and then some.

- Sitting between his legs with your back on his chest while you listen to him tell you about the stars.

- I feel like he’d have cat-like tendencies; head nuzzling, purring, etc.

- You’ll probably have to deal with a long distance relationship for a little while; it’s only a matter of time before he’ll have to return to his home planet for something.

- The instant he learns what “I love you” actually means he starts telling you it constantly and gets really excited when you say it back.

- Mac would have “proposed” to you (or the alien equivalent) the day he met you so rest assured he’s in it for the long run.

- And plus, an intergalactic wedding must be pretty interesting, right?

#80s movies #80s imagine #80s movie #80s movie imagine #80s imagines #80s movie headcanon #80s movie headcanons #earth girls are easy #earth girls are easy headcanons #earth girls are easy imagine #earth girls are easy x reader #earth girls are easy headcanon #mac headcanons #mac headcanon #mac imagine #mac x reader

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butter-egg-toast · 5 years ago

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Ohh!!Natsuya x reader

Another Wattpad story I wrote. 🤗 cause I wanted tou guys to see it.

Really long story over 2685 words.

You were on your way home with Natsuya to his apartment after going to a French restaurant

"That restaurant was great, wasn't it? I'm really full." Natsuya said as he switch lanes.

"Thanks a lot, that place was wonderful, I would love to go back." you said as you gave him a glance.

"Yeah It was fancy and the food was amazing. I've always wanted to try that French restaurant ever since it opened near downtown, and it seems like it was the right choice." he smiles

"But....it's certainly a pity that I couldn't try the alcohol. I am driving after all. But we should definitely go there again.....Yeah,..Let's go there for lunch next time. I heard the lunch menu was popular. Wouldn't it be nice to have some red wine?" He slightly turns his head towards you then back at the road.

You turned your head giving him a confused look.

"Since when do you ever drink red wine Natsuya? You said as you lifed your brow.

"Haha, what do you mean? I don't just drink beer I can be fancy for once" he smirks.

"Heh yeah right..." You sarcastically said

"Alright, it's a promise. Let's go there again next time." he turns his head towards you

"Well, I'm glad that you seem so excited. It's been a while since we went out together on a Friday night. You being happy makes me happy." You said leaning over kissing his cheek

" We are here." he said as he parked his car.

You both got out the car, walked across the parking lot to the main entrance.

He opens the door for you.

"Mister gentleman" you teased him

" what I'm always a gentleman to you" he chuckled a little.

Hey Kirishima" the nice security guard waved to you both

"What's up" he waved back

"How's lil Kirishima doin?"

The security guard said

"He's doing fine, he beat me at a race, so I'm pretty proud of him" Natsuya lean against the counter.

"Damn really, he's getting strong, better step your game up Kirishima" He joked

" ahaha yeah believe me I know, I'll see you later Suko" Natsuya waved him goodbye.

You bowed your head slightly also saying goodbye.

" Damn.....why weren't girls that pretty when I was his age" he said as he looked back at the new paper.

You both walked down the to the elevator and entered.

"Hm?" He said

"Huh, what's wrong" you asked.

He kisses you out of now where.

"I been waiting to do that all day" he places his hand on your face.

The elevator door open and Natsuya grabbed your hand. You both practically ran down the hallway to his door.

He takes his keys out and opens his door.

You both entered, Natsuya's Apartment.

You closed the door behind you

You both take your shoes off.

" Hey..." he kisses you and pinning you on the door.

"....Natsuya.." You grabbed his shirt.

"Seeing you in that tight (Favoite color) dress really turns me on.

He passionately kisses you.

"Man just kissing is getting my blood going." He whispers in your ear and nibbling it a little

You wrapped your arms around his neck deepening the kiss more.

"You want to do it on the bed?" He said catching his breath...

You eagerly shook your head.

"Mmmh?....say it first, say you want it" he rubs your legs.

"I really want it...now!" You shyly said.

"Good girl...You've gotten so well at pleading..."he said in a husky voice

"Hold on to me." he said

"What?" You confused

"Just do it." He picks you up Bridal Style

"I will bring you to the bedroom, love." he kissed you again

"We've hereee♡" He said

He place you on the bed.

You looked straight into his beautiful red eyes. (Can't really tell what color are they lol)

"Hehee" he bites his lip.... "You look hot with your clothes on, (y/n)... I'm going to take them off"

He climbs on top of you. He starts kissing your neck while rubbing your thigh slowly moving his hand up your dress. He licks the sensitive skin on your neck kissing it gently, He goes up to your ear and Whispers

" raise your hips" him placing both his hands on of your panties.

" oooh... what do we have here.., some one wore a thong for this little special occasion" he smirks at you.

You turned your head in embarrassment.

" mmhh?...and it's my favorite color too" he kissing your neck again.

He slowing moves his hand on the seam of your panties taking them off.

" and your wet too...just from kissing or were you thinking of something while we were in the car?" He teases you.

"Shut up " You blushed.

He fully takes off your dress and throws it on the ground

"I'm gonna take off your bra too."

He moves his hand on to your back.

"...wow your skin is so hot..(he Chuckles a little) dont worry I'm. Getting hot too." he said

"Ah be carfull not to wrinkle my bra." You said.

"wrinkled? Don't worry about it....? I'll make you unable to think of anything else other than me." he moves up to your ears again. Kissing them and licking them gently

"Ah♡" you quietly moaned.

"Your ears are ticklish?..." he licks them some more.

"Ahhh...natsuya..♡" You hiding your moans.

"ohhh... whats this?... I haven't even kissed them but they have gotten hard." he looking down on your nipples.

"I wonder how hard these little nubs can get? Though I won't touch them....unless you ask me to " he said in a husky voice.

He kisses your neck again but this time he slightly bite down leaving a little mark.

"Oooh" you yelped

"Your voice is getting higher..ahah" he said.

You look at him pleading him to fuck you already.

"If you don't say it, I won't know what you want" he leans down to you.

"Natsuya...you're..teasing..me....again." You giving him your cute puppy dog eyes

"You don't want to be teased?... Then, what do you want?.. What do you want me to do? I will only do what you wish, so (y/n) tell....me..what...you.. want ♡" he kisses you

" I..I...want you to lick me" you said in embarrassment.

"hmm? Just lick?.... Fine.. then just keep staring at me like that... Watch me caress your body..." he kissed you on the lips.

"Spread your legs."moving slowly down to your womanhood.

He rubs his large hands over your thick thighs. You arched your back slightly.

"Your inner thighs are sensitive, aren't they?" Moving his warm finger tips all over your heated skin

You try closing your legs

"Don't close your legs... Relax... I will kiss you here if you're good..." he laughs a little.

He kisses your thigh. You bit down on your lip.

"As I thought." he laughs

"Natsuya....please.." your face is completely red .

"Heeh? Where?" him playing dumb.

You were to embarrassed to admit it, you wanted to say it but your voice wasn't coming out, only soft moans were coming out.

"ahah....Could it be...here?" Moving his sender finger up your pussy.

"♡ah" you said

"Seems like I was correct." He smirks

"..k..kiss.. it...." You pleaded

"You want a kiss? Where?" He moving his fingers around your clit.

"Ahh..please..k..kiss it..ahh" him rubbing you.

"I can't hear youuu♡...Say it once more, where do you want me to kiss you?" He teases you some more.

"Please lick my pussy....natsuya" you covered your face with your hands.

"Haha... Well said." he sticks his tongue out and licks your clit. Your legs are trembling from this little affliction.

"♡Ahhhh..t..there♡" You moans Softly

"Hahaha... You've been waiting for me to do this, haven't you? Your moans say it all." He licks you some more.

"You're so wet...Let me hear more of your voice...don't be shy (y/n).." he kissed your pussy and sucking all of your sweet juices.

"..b.but.. s...s..omeone m..ay hear.." you stuttered with your words

"It's fine,...you can scream as loud as you like." he sticks a finger inside you. You gripped Natsuyas hair, signaling him to do more. You tried your best to concealed your moans. But it got the best of you.

"Do you like it when my tongue enters you like this?..." he sticks his tongue inside you moving inside the tight space.

"AHHH♡♡ right there.." You came just by that one move.

"Hahaha....You're really sensitive, aren't you (y/n)?" He licks his lips

" Want more?" He asks you but you didn't even answer, you were trying to catch your breath.

"You can't even answer anymore, seems like you really loved it" he said

"I'm happy." he giving you a sweet smile.

"Stick your tongue out." he orders you

You obediently obeyed him

"Yes, like that..."

You both moves your tongues in each other's mouths.

"You've gotten good at kissing (y/n)" Natsuya said as you caresses your breast

"I learned from you" you said kissing his lips

"I'm flattered." he response back

You both kissed each other passionately as if your life depends on it. You moved your hand down to Natsuyas pant rubbing his crotch.

"You want taste it?" He gets off on top of you, to stand up near the bed.

He unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and taking off his shirt You admired his perfect cock. He signals you to come over near him and get on your knees. You eagerly got on your knees with no hesitation. You moved your hands over Natsuyas cock. He groans at this sudden movement.

"Yeah..... Good... Lick it..." he place his hand on your cheek

You put his large manhood in your tiny warm mouth. Moving your head back and forth.

"Yes.....do it with your tongue...ahhh♡" he groans

"Use your hand too..mmh..yeah like that (y/n)" he grabs your hair

"That spot is good...ahh" he moans pushing your head further down his cock.

"Haha, it's so hot...you gotten good, (y/n)" he throws his head back.

"Look at me." he tells you

"Don't look away from me." he said as he licks his lips.

"Keep looking at me while you suck me off..mmm" he moans.

"So cute....Your small mouth is taking all of me." You caresses your hair

Your mouth is stretching as you take him in.

"Does it hurt? You're tearing up." he ask

" no it's just your...so..big..its impossible to take all of it in" you blushed.

"hmmm you're so cute......But♡ your hips are shaking a bit. Are you imagining something else while sucking me off?" He teases you

"W..what" You blushed at his comment.

"Dont worry I'll put it inside you" He walks over to the bed to lay down.

You follow after him. Laying beside him. He swiftly moved his hand to your pussy rubbing it gently again.

"Whoa your so wet...and your inside are twitching" he said

"..natsuya.. " you whined

"Yes?♡ I can go in soon, but wait..."

He moves his finger inside you.

"Natsuya...please" You begged him

"Im At my limit too." he kissed your lips

"You know how much I love you (y/n)." He kisses your forehead

"Today... I want you on top." he grabs you and putting you on him.

"Yeah... ride me... We haven't done this much, have we? Move however you like, as deep as you like. Show me how perverted you are (y/n)." He smirks

"But...Natsuya... you'll do it better" you pleaded with him

"No can do(y/n). I already granted your wish, now you grant mine." he gripped your hips signaling you to sit down on his cock.

You slowly eased your body on to him.

"Ahhh♡" your breathing is getting heavier.

"Don't stop... Put it in deeper." he moans

"I'm going to move now♡" you moaned out.

"Thrust away."he grabs your ass

You put your hands on Natsuyas chest

You started off on a slow pace But You soon went faster. You circling your hips around Natsuya hitting your favorite spot. After a while you legs and hips started to tremble.

"Natsuya.. my legs".. You bent down on him placing your head at the crook of his neck.

"You can't thrust?" He asked

"Yeah" you agreed

"But...it's not enough like this, is it?... And it feels like Your intentionally teasing me..." he said smacks your ass

He thrust his hips up to yours.

"Ah" you moaned.

"... Your best spot is...here isn't it?"

"..n..n.no.." you denied it

"Oh..really?"

He thrust his hips once again

"Oahhh!" You moaned again and this time it was louder.

"See! I was right... When I thrust here, *thrust* your moans are loud. It's useless to deny it. I know...you (y/n)" he grips your butt then started to thrust harder into you.

"Ahhhh♡ Right...t..there" your eyes rolled back

"Incredible... You're so tight..." he thrust further inside.

"Its okay..*groans* let your voice out... look at me (y/n) *moans *" he said.

"Mmh" is all you said.

He continued to pound inside you while you were still on top of him.

You were amazed at his movement. You fucked Natsuya multiple times before and each sessions was heaven.

Being a swimmer really does pay off.

"You're so cute when your horny" he passionately kissing you.

You're mind was going blank all you could think about was Natsuya and only Natsuya.

"It...feels...s..s..so good♡♡" you moaned louder.

"I feel good too ahh..." he moans

"Say my name when you come..." he thrust fasters at top speed

"AHHHH♡ NATS...NA...N..NATSUYA♡" You screaming to the top of your lungs.

"... More... I want more of you" he moans

You both were getting close especially you. Everything start to feel fuzzy you felt a knot in your stomach and then you came hard.

"♡Ahhhh♡" you moaned in Natsuyas ear

Natsuya on the other was about to cum, he's trying his best to avoid it but he can't resist. Even though you came, he still thrusted inside of you, all of your cum was dripping down on Natsuya cock and thighs.

"You want me to cum in you?" He asked.

"Yes♡♡ v..very..much" You going crazy

"Say it.. what you want..." of all the times he teases you, it's at a time like this. A time of desperation for you both.

"Please...cum in me Natsuya ♡" you begged

"Ahhhhhh♡ " he came inside you.

The feeling of Natsuya semen overflow your insides made you feel amazing.

He pulls out of you letting all his cum drips out your pussy. Both of you catches your breathe .

You got off of him to lay beside him.

He turns next to you. He wraps his arms around you.

"Lets spend the whole day at home tomorrow" he said as he moves his arm over you.

"Yeah I'll love that" you kissing his chest.

" I'll buy your favorite ice cream and we will watch ( favorite movie genre) on my couch." He said.

"And I'll buy you a 6 pack" you giggled. As you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest

"Heh....hey (y/n)...what country you always wanted to go to.? He asks you

"Well... I always wanted to go to (Country)" you said .

"Well then ...better start learning the language..cause I may take you there with me" he pulls over the blankets over the both of you.

"Oohh I'll love to be there with you" you said.

"I love you so much" he kissed you

"I love you more than anything Natsuya" you said.

You were so exhausted you quickly fell asleep on Natsuyas chest

"(Y/n) Kirishima..heh...sounds nice don't it (y/n)?" He ask but it was to late you had already feel asleep.

"Goodnight (y/n").

#free dive to the future #free take your marks #free eternal summer #free iwatobi swim club #free images #free road to the world #natsuya kirishima #kirishima natsuya #free #headcanons

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talpup · 5 years ago

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Erase the Shadow: 15

So I got what I consider good news from my Doctor today. He wants to make a case study of me. Yes, I might being a boring introvert that might one day be a bionic woman with all my joints replaced; but at least doctors find me interesting. LOL. The study might not mean much for me directly; but it might help other doctors better understand and treat patients with both hEDS and RA, and other illnesses caused by what I call the two big bads. Considering I’ve seen doctors who literally had to look up what hEDS is, this is something I see as a BIG win. So here I am wanting to celebrate with you all but updating my three main fics. Apologies to Erase the Shadow readers, I don’t have a lot for you; I promise I’m not drawing out the AizawaxReaderxMic smut scene to tease. Anyway, here you all go. I hope these updates can share a portion of my happiness with you.

Summary: Despite sharing dreams with Teris for as long as he can remember, Aizawa Shouta never believed in soulmates. That was until he met Teris in the real world on his first day at UA. Trouble is, Teris doesn’t know anything about their shared dreams. And the one time Shouta tried to tell her, he nearly lost her completely.

Five years after graduating from UA, Shouta still believes Teris is his soulmate. But things have only gotten worse. Teris moved to another town shortly after graduation. And now she’s dating his best friend Yamada Hizashi.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22027552/chapters/55634086

If you enjoyed reading this at all please comment and let me know. Since I post for free, think of it as nice way of leaving a tip. And since comments are the only thing that encourages me to keep editing and posting, it’s also a benefit for you.

Thank you to those who have left hearts. And a VERY special thank you to those who have recently left comments or re-blogged. They REALLY mean a lot.

As always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for their encouragement and friendship. Also for them helping plot bunny this story out and proofreading most of this chapter before its posting. This fic was my personal guilty pleasure, and without them never be getting posted.

15.1

As many times as Shouta had been, and even stayed over at Hizashi's, he had never been in the man’s bedroom. Where once he may have looked about the space in interest, right now his attention was solely focused on Teris.

Hizashi was kissing her, the two standing at the foot of the bed.

His best friend pulled away from the love of his life and gave him an impish, knowing smirk.

“So you decided to stay and join us. Come on in, Shou. Don’t be shy. We’re all friends here. Aren’t we, Baby?” Hizashi turned back to Teris, licking at her lips.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” Shouta asked, eyes on Teris.

“I wouldn’t have invited you in here if I weren’t.” Hizashi grinned through gritted teeth.

Shouta's gaze flicked to Hizashi. “I wasn’t talking to you.” He looked back at Teris. “Are you alright with this?”

“Of course she is.”

“Shut up and let her answer.”

“Wow!” Hizashi blinked. “You’re making me start to wonder about this myself, Shou. Here I am graciously giving you both what you want and what thanks do I get? You snap at me.”

Shouta stepped toward the other man, bristling. “Giving? Teris isn’t yours to give. She’s her own person. And if you really loved her you wouldn’t be--”

Shouta stopped and exhaled, releasing his building anger.

It was clear that Hizashi didn’t love her. If he did he wouldn’t be offering to share her like this. If he and Teris were together Shouta never would have so much as consider such a thing as this. But he and Teris weren’t together. And if she stayed with Hizashi even after their feelings for each other had been made clear, who knew how long it would be before they did get together.

Hizashi’s hands tightened around Teris’ waist. “You have no idea what real love is and what I would do for it.”

Shouta stared at the floor, afraid he had ruined this chance. “I just want to make sure Teris is okay with this.”

Hizashi stepped back from her. “Well, Babe? Spotlight’s on you. You’re center stage with two guys watching and wanting. What’ll it be, Ris Wren? Will you let us make you sing? Let me give you what you want? And don’t pretend you don’t want him. I saw that near kiss in front of our building.”

Shouta's head snapped up.

Teris’ eyes widened. “Zashi… I--”

Hizashi held up a hand and stepped back to her. “No need to say anything, Babe. Scratch that. Tell, Shou, that you want this and let us please you. I promise we’ll give you the ride of you life, Sweet One. Well,” he chuckled, lifting a shrugging shoulder, “I will. I can’t vouch for Shouta.”

“Zashi!”

Hizashi smiled, glad to have lightened the mood enough to get an embarrassed scolding out of her.

“Well, I did hype him pretty good calling him a beast an’ all. Now it’s up to Shou to live up to it.” Hizashi said, still clinging to the small hope that his friend would be so terrible that Teris would forget all about him.

Shouta swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing.

Now that Hizashi mentioned it, Shouta wondered if he would be able to please her. He had watched Teris please herself enough times in their dreams that he knew what it took to get her off; but watching and doing were two very different things.

If he couldn’t even kiss her a third time without smacking his face into hers, what blunders would he make having actual, real life sex for the first time? He didn’t want to screw this up.

It was bad enough that their first time together would include Hizashi. But he still wanted it to be special. Memorable. Well if he messed up and made a total fool of himself it would certainly be that.

Hizashi pressed up against her. “Gonna need an answer, Baby. What’ll it be?” His lips grazed up the line of her neck. “Are you gonna let me do this for ya? Or are you gonna keep on feeling guilty about wantin’ Shouta? The secret's out, Ris. And here I am, being understanding an’ offering you a chance at what you want.”

“Zashi, I’m--”

He gripped her hips and pressed his thigh between her legs. “Don’t say you’re sorry, Baby. We’re way passed that. Just give me an honest answer. Do you wanna fuck Shouta?”

Teris wanted so much more with Shouta that just sex. She wanted to be with him. But she was with Hizashi. And Hizashi constantly proved himself to be an amazing, wonderful, near perfect boyfriend that she felt stupid and terrible for even thinking about his best friend.

She looked at Hizashi mournfully. “Yes.”

Hizashi cupped her face, thumb wiping away the lone tear that had fallen from its banks. “It’s okay, Ris Wren. You deserve to be happy.”

I just wish that I alone was enough to make you happy, he thought.

“You did good, Babe.” He kissed the heated apple of her cheek and turned to Shouta. “Answer enough for you?”

Shouta nodded.

“Then get over here and let’s rock my girls world.”

Hizashi’s cock stirred in his pants while he watched Shouta and Teris kiss. Much as he didn’t like Shouta touching his girl like that, he couldn’t help but find the image a bit hot.

The way Shouta made his girl mewl and moan. The way Teris’ body squirmed and tried to press even closer into Shouta's. This was how she looked with him. And it was a beautiful, seductive sight.

Hizashi pressed up behind her, grinding his half hard cock against her ass. The friction and feel of her sent him to straining at full mast in an instant.

“Fuck, Baby. You look so good kissing Shou like that.” He pulled her hips back against him. “Bet you’d look even better with him kissin’ that pretty pussy of yours.”

A low, hungry rumble sounded from Shouta's chest.

“You like that idea, do you, Shou?”

“Yes.” Shouta answered his friend, sandwiching Teris’ body between his and Hizashi's.

Teris gasped.

Shouta's teeth grazed her neck and sunk in, lips sealing over to suck.

Her head fell back against Hizashi's chest.

Hizashi tilted her chin up, licking and kissing at her lips. “You wanna let Shouta see how good you taste, Baby? Hear just how well you can sing?”

Just the thought of Hizashi's words made Shouta press his aching cock against her.

Teris’ nails dug into Shouta's clothed shoulder.

“Yes.” She said in response to Hizashi's question and Shouta's action.

“Good girl.” Hizashi gave her another kiss. His eyes met Shouta's over her shoulder.

After years of friendship, Shouta understood Hizashi’s silent instruction.

The two men moved as one.

Shouta tugged up her shirt.

Hizashi undid her jeans.

Kissing her again, Shouta's hand wrapped around to the closure of her bra.

Hizashi pulled down her pants and panties in one fell swoop.

Teris squealed.

“I won.” Hizashi declared.

“It wasn’t a game.” Shouta frowned.

“Only loser's claim that, Shou.”

“Zashi.” Teris chided.

“What? Life’s a game, Babe. One I fully intend on winning. Especially when it’s gotta do with my girl.” He smirked at his friend. “You need some help with that, Shou?”

“Ha!” Shouta barked in victory, his fingers finally successful in unhooking Teris’ bra.

Hizashi raised an eyebrow.

Shouta ducked his head, cursing the small hook and eyes.

He should've figured there was a reason why the boys back in UA talked about practicing undoing girls bras. He was a grown fucking man. He should be able to smoothly do these things. Or at least not act like winning the struggle with the damned thing was such an achievement.

“If your that excited about getting off her bra, just wait till you actually get her off.” Hizashi teased.

Shouta felt the heat of his blush reach his ears.

“I find it refreshing.” Teris said, blushing just as deeply as Shouta.

She almost called it cute, but thought better of it. Instead she swallowed her own nerves and sought to take Shouta's mind off the minor fumbling.

Shouta's head lifted. He swallowed, watching the straps of the bra slide down Teris’ arm.

Teris took in a fortifying breath. Even though they had come this far and this was the last article of clothing, it still felt like a protecting piece.

What if Shouta didn’t like what he saw? What if he took one look at her and changed his mind? There were far prettier women. Delphin alone was--

“You’re… beautiful.” Shouta breathed, dark eyes taking in her uncovered breasts.

Shit, Shouta. Talk to the woman, not her tits, he silently scolded.

He forced his gaze to meet hers. “You’re beautiful, Teris.”

“Why don’t you step back and get a proper look, Shou.” Hizashi suggested.

Shouta did exactly that, sucking in a breath at Teris’ exposed lower half. How had he forgotten Hizashi had taken her bottoms off?

“My girl’s really pretty, isn’t she?”

“Perfect.” Shouta muttered, eyes pulling over her.

Embarrassed, Teris moved to cover herself with her hands.

“Nope. No covering yourself up, Baby.”

Hizashi stepped toward her, hand reaching for her arm; but before he reached her, Shouta clasped her hand.

“Don’t hide yourself. Please.” Shouta's other hand lifted. “You’re so beautiful, Teris.”

At the last moment, he lost his nerve. His lifting hand lifting further to cup her face instead of her breast. He kissed her, groaning when she wrapped her arms around his neck, bare chest pressing into his covered one.

Wonderful as it was, it wasn’t enough. He needed to feel her.

Shouta pulled back and tore his shirt off over his head, dropping it blindly to the floor.

He was pressed back against her in an instant, his mouth and hands on her. His lips left hers and trail a line down her neck to her chest. Pulling off her just a fraction, Shouta's eyes opened and lifted to hers. The line of his lips twitched marginally upward when he found her staring down at him.

Mouth right in front of a pert nipple, Shouta blew a cool, teasing breath. His eyes flicked back down, watching the little bud harden further. He lightly rubbed the stubble of his chin over the dark peak, gauging her response.

Teris tugged at his hair, back instinctively arching. “Shou…”

Shouta hummed, loving the feel of her hips dancing beneath his hands. He took her nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking and rolling against it.

“Shou!” Teris breathed.

Shouta pulled off her, standing back to his full height. His mouth once again sought hers. Arms wrapped around her, he lifted her into the air.

Teris squeaked, legs wrapping around his waist.

Hizashi watched his best friend lay his girlfriend out on the bed.

A wave of feral jealousy rushed through him. He wanted to pull Shouta off her. To yell and kick him out. But as he watched Teris kiss and touch Shouta in return, he was reminded of why he was doing this.

He would lose Teris to Shouta if he didn’t share her; and what he said about games and winning had been true. Love was the greatest, most satisfying game life had to offer. And now that he had won and claimed his long time love, he wasn’t about to lose her. He would do anything to keep her. Even if it meant sharing her with Shouta.

Shaking away his possessiveness, Hizashi pulled off his shirt and leapt into bed.

He was Yamada Hizashi. UA teacher. Voice Hero. Star Radio Host, DJ and Emcee extraordinaire. He had five older sisters. He’d seen all sorts of lingerie drip drying in the bathroom long before Shouta even knew what a bra was. He knew all about women. More than that, after three years with Teris, he knew all about her. He knew all her spots and what treatment to give them to made her sing any tune he wished. Shouta couldn’t outshine him. Aizawa had nothing on him.

He sat back against the headboard, pulling Teris up and back against him. “Shouta and I are gonna show you a real good time, Babe. But first, you’re gonna let him have a taste. Yeah.”

“Zashi…” Teris squirmed in his arms.

Lips against her ear, Hizashi bucked his erection against her ass. “Come on, Baby. Open those pretty legs and let Shouta show you what he can do.”

Hizashi's sharp green eyes locked on his friend in challenge. He hooked his legs over Teris’ and pulled them open.

Shouta's teeth pressed together at the sudden discomfort in Teris. This wasn’t how he wanted his first, or any time with his Love to be.

A bit of nervousness and uncertainty was to be expected with anything new; but discomfort, that was unacceptable.

“Let her legs go, Yamada. ...Please.”

Hizashi didn’t miss the shiver that went up Teris’ spine. Though he couldn’t say whether it was from the deep, gravel of Shouta’s voice, or the order he gave before he remembered his place. Possibly it was both.

Hizashi's grin tightened, but he slowly unhooked his legs from Teris’.

Shouta was heartened and relieved when she didn’t snap her legs closed.

Instead Teris relaxed, stretching them out on either side of Shouta’s kneeling frame.

Hizashi nuzzled her neck, and Teris relaxed further, leaning back into him and tilting her head to the side.

Hizashi's full grinned returned at that. He shot Shouta a look, as if to remark at how good and compliant his girl was.

Shouta watched the two a moment.

This was the first time he had ever found the sight more stirring than upsetting. He still didn’t like Hizashi's hands and mouth on her; but being involved and able to touch and kiss her himself certainly eased the boiling jealousy.

The tips of Shouta's fingers run up her calf.

Teris jerk, goosebumps prickling her skin.

“Ticklish.” Shouta smirked, finger trailing down and wrapping around her ankle.

“Oh, yeah!” Hizashi beamed, lifting off of her neck. “My girl likes a firm touch. She even likes it rough and nasty.” He grabbed her hair and tugged her head back. “Don’t ya, Baby?”

“Zashi…” Teris glanced at Shouta and tried to her face in Hizashi neck.

“Aw, Baby! Don’t be embarrassed!” Hizashi kissed her head and pet her hair. “Maybe go a bit easy on her though, Shou. It’s not just your first time here. My girl’s never had a threesome before. Have you, Baby?”

Teris shook her head, heated face still buried in Hizashi's neck.

She had never wished Hizashi to shut up more than she did right now. This was different and embarrassing enough as it was. She didn’t need her boyfriend’s teasing encouragement and constant comments.

As if in answer to her silent plea, Hizashi's phone rang.

“Shit!” Hizashi lifted his butt off the bed, pulling out his phone. “This is the big, big boss that owns the station. They said he would be callin’ but I didn’t…” He urged Teris to sit up and followed suit, getting out of bed. “I gotta take this. Keep things simmering but don’t do the do without me.”

Hizashi's more professional greeting voice dimmed as the bedroom door was closed, leaving Shouta and Teris alone together.

#bnha #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #eraserhead #present mic #yandere hizashi #yandere #my hero academia #erase the shadow

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this-is-a-love-story-fleabag · 5 years ago

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Fork you, then (3/?)

Fleabag saves her friend Boo’s life and earns a spot in the Good Place, but is everything here really so perfect? And what’s up with the hot priest next door? 1161 words. Other chapters: 1, 2. Also on ao3.

Tahani's house looks like the Palace of Versailles had a baby with the compound of a Central African dictator, and then the baby was coated in gold leaf and forced to read nothing but copies of Harper's Bazaar for thirty years.

Knew it.

"Darling!" coos the towering skyscraper of beauty and tits, meeting me in the lavish foyer and looking completely immaculate in a lavish ballgown and elbow-length gloves. "I love your little black jumpsuit," she says. "Of course, I could never wear something like that because of the size of my bosom."

Wow.

I'm assessing my outfit in the mirror and wishing, for the thousandth time on this weird as fuck day, that Boo were here to give me advice.

I wonder what she's up to, how she's coping with all this. Probably a mess. I'm a mess. Usually we're synchronised messes.

I think vaguely of Harry. We were in an off-again stage in our on-again, off-again relationship when I... died... but I'm pretty sure he's going to be distraught, which is flattering, but also a lot of work for whoever has to deal with him.

It's nice, in principle, for someone to be in love with you - but in reality, the moment someone falls in love with you they start expecting you to be responsible for their feelings.

Harry has a lot of feelings.

Briefly, I consider popping next door to ask my new priest friend for his advice on my outfit, but considering his staunch refusal to even glance at my tits (rude), and his stammering exit after I suggested he help me out of my dress (promising), he probably doesn't have an eye for the aesthetic I'm going for.

I give my hair a last critical once over and decide that I look amazing enough to head out to Tahani's... I'm guessing mansion? She seems like the type.

Knew it.

Wow.

"Let me introduce you to Jianyu," she continues, gesturing to a gormless-looking man in orange robes, with cheekbones you could cut yourself on. He gives me a deep bow and contemplates me mutely.

"He's taken a vow of silence, you see," says Tahani. "Such fun!"

"Right," I say politely, not quite sure how to respond. Is everyone here some kind of quasi-saint? Am I seriously the only bastard in heaven?

"Father," says Tahani over the top of my head. "I'm so glad you could join us."

"Hello," he says to the room at large, then he turns to me. "Hi," he says more quietly.

"Hi," I say.

"You look lovely," he says to me in an undertone, a helpless look in his eyes, and then snaps his mouth closed as if to keep the rest of his thoughts inside his head.

"This is Jianyu, he's a buddhist monk," says Tahani after she's air-kissed the priest to within an inch of his life.

"Oh, um, namaste," says the priest, with a polite little bow. Adorable.

"Father," says a grinning hunk in a green pullover and a pair of unnecessarily thick-rimmed glasses, striding forwards with his hand outstretched. "I've been looking forward to meeting you. I'm Chidi Anagonye and back on Earth I was a moral philosophy professor. Come with me for a drink, I have so many questions about theology I want to ask you." He's bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. Cute.

"Right," says the priest with a half-smile. "I'll just..." He follows Chidi over to the bar and immediately pounds back a tequila. Man after my own heart.

Michael accosts me next, wearing a pair of suspenders over his shirt and sporting a new and magnificent bow tie.

I find it quite hot, but so would anyone else with daddy issues.

Beckoning me to the other side of the bar, he hands me a glass of wine and claps me on the shoulder earnestly. "We are so happy to have you here in the Good Place," he tells me. "It's very rare that people get in here just for being a good friend, but your relationship with Boo - wow. I mean, that was really something special. Tell me more about the significance of the guinea pig. Do humans often use rodents a symbol of affection?"

Stalling, I take a sip of my wine, and it's so familiar... it tastes like a night spent with Boo's neighbour, the lights turned down low and the music throbbing. It tastes like unbuckling his belt and leaning in for a kiss. It tastes like his lips.

It tastes like I don't fucking belong here.

"I-" I start. Suddenly, I can feel eyes on me from all directions and it's unbearable. Nobody can see this. Nobody should see this.

I can't. I just fucking can't.

As I flee the room, the world blurs around me and I have to gasp in a shaking breath to keep from collapsing. I find a quiet corner between two frozen yogurt shops and slump onto the ground to spend a few minutes silently hyperventilating.

I hear the sound of footsteps on the cobble stones outside my secluded alleyway.

"Hello?" says the priest tentatively, peering in.

I wipe my nose on the back of my hand. Gross.

"Sorry," I call out. "I'll be fine, I just need- oh, hello," I say as he sits down beside me, his (lovely) shoulder brushing against mine. He's holding a packet of cigarettes, a handkerchief, and a bottle of gin.

God, he's good at this.

I honk my nose unattractively into the handkerchief and try patting at my smeared mascara, which is probably a lost cause. He lights a cigarette for me and I take it with shaking fingers. The slow inhale and exhale and the burn of the smoke as I take a drag grounds me a little and I manage a small smile.

"Thanks," I say. "I'm sorry you had to leave the party."

"It was all a bit forking much in there, anyway," he says, blowing out a breath. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I hesitate. "It's nothing."

"Go on."

"I just..."

"What?"

"I had this friend," I force out, "and I forked..." I'm just going to say it. I'm just going to say it.

I can't say it.

"...forked everything up," I finish lamely. Not technically untrue, either. "And now I can never make it right because I'm forking dead."

"I'm sorry," he says sincerely, turning to face me and tracing one tear track down my face with his thumb. His hand is so gentle, and for a second I think he's going to lean in to brush his lips against mine.

"Can you hear that?" he asks suddenly, jerking away and craning his neck to look around the corner.

"Hear what?" I ask, and then the rumbling sound catches my ear.

I jump up and peek around the building just in time to see a massive guinea pig, the size of a small car, come thundering down the street.

#fleabag #fork you then #AUs that nobody asked for #the good place

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hillywooddestiel · 5 years ago

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The Retreat Epilogue

Characters: CEO!Bucky x reader, Wanda, Steve, Peggy

Warnings: fluffy fluff

Word count: 1.4k

Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: This is it. The final part of The Retreat. It’s all over. The end. No more. It is done!!! I’m so proud of what I’ve managed since this is the length of a small book. Thank you to everyone who has loved this series as much as I have, thanks for the love for it. This part is set about 6 months after the last chapter just for reference xx Series Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Story:

Wanda and Vis walk into the club hand in hand, joining Bucky and I at the bar. I give Wanda a big hug and compliment her gorgeous midnight blue dress.

“Yours is amazing too! It looks familiar…” she studies it closely.

“Yeah… Bucky got it for me as an early birthday present. All I said was I thought it was pretty in the window. Next thing he was dragging me inside to try it on.”

“Wait, is this from that boutique on West 20th we used to look at every lunch break?”

“The one where all the rich people take their kids for prom dresses yeah.” I confirm her suspicions, smoothing out the fabric.

“That is so sweet.” Wanda grins, reaching to the bar to pick up her cocktail.

“Not as sweet as that dinner date Vis took you on. Sounds like things are getting serious.”

“They are! Our apartment allows pets so we went to the shelter last week,” she pulls out her phone and shows me a photo of a caramel-coloured cross breed on a strays website, “He's called Cosmo and we're going to pick him up next week.”

“Oh my gosh, he's adorable! A shared pet, big step.”

“It is… but I can really see this going all the way and I think we should take the leap.”

“That's great! I'm happy for you, Wanda.” I hug her again.

“Thanks! What about you two, how are things?” Wanda asks. I look over to Bucky- he's laughing at someone’s jokes, his smile making me smile.

“Thing are good, really good. We've both been super stressed with this launch but it's been nice having each other to talk to about it.” And help with stress release. Of course, it's more than that. I'm happy. I'm really happy right now and Bucky is the reason why. He'll surprise me with a coffee in the office when I don't have the chance to leave my desk. We'll go on spontaneous dates from picnics in central park to rooftop dinners at Michelin star restaurants. I'll cook and we'll have a chill movie night together. Then there's the little things: the way he'll rub my feet when I have to take work home; the kisses he leaves when he thinks I'm sleeping; his smile that I always find myself reciprocating; the way he will always make sure I'm okay (he magically always knows when I'm not). Every day I fall more and more in love with him- it's crazy really.

After bumping into Clint and Natasha behind one of the electronic billboards and Thor and Jane in the ladies toilets, I decide it's safest to stay within the main crowd- I don't want to be cracking out the eye bleach tonight. Bucky keeps one hand on my knee nearly the entire time we spend sitting in the booth.

“And how is Joey? I feel like it's been ages since I got a cuddle from that little squish.” I ask Peggy and Steve. Joseph James Rogers was born exactly two months before the scheduled launch date for our new AI making this time extremely stressful for Steve. Stressful but also amazing.

“You two babysat for us just last week!” Peggy laughs, “He's fine with his Nana and Papa making friends with all of the dogs.”

“We don't mind babysitting when the kid is just so darn cute.” Bucky's hand gets a little tighter on my knee; whenever the topic of kids comes up he gets quite broody. Don't get me wrong, it's really hot and I love the idea of having kids but not yet. Definitely not yet.

“No leaving the party early then.” Bucky jokes, clinking his glass with Steve's.

“We wouldn't dream of it.” Steve raises his glass in turn.

“Mum and Dad are staying up late tonight!” Peggy laughs. We all start making toasts to anything and everything, the alcohol helping with the joyous mood we're all in.

~~~~~

“Official public sales start tomorrow and I couldn't be prouder of all the work we've done in the past months.”

“Yes, thank you every single one of you here tonight, in every department. We couldn't have done this without you.” Bucky and Steve stand on a small raised stage making their joint thank you speech.

“A toast to Barnes and Rogers and our continued bright future in the market.” Bucky raises his glass of champagne followed by everyone else as a chorus of cheers.

“Also,” Steve gestures for us all to quieten down, “as a special treat for you all, we'd like to announce this year's company retreat- an all-paid-for spa weekend away. You all deserve a bit of relaxation.” I catch Bucky's eye and he shoots me a wink. I wonder if the spa will do couples packages.

“Now enough of the serious talk, let's get this night started properly.” The lights turn purple and loud house music starts, all controlled by the DJ who comes amped up into his booth. Bucky steps down from the platform and comes over to me, kissing me gently on the cheek and squeezing me with a hug.

“Someone's happy.” I grin, reaching up on my toes to kiss him on the lips.

“Because I am happy. Come on, I want to show you something.” he takes my hand, and leads me out of the crowd.

We emerge from dark corridors out into a balcony. There's a cute little bench, a bucket of ice with champagne, fairy lights around the perimeter and beautiful plants everywhere. But the view… the view is the real star. Being in a bit of a club district, there's neon signs about every way you look. The skyscrapers in the near distance are all lit up like Christmas trees creating the classic New York view. The sky is an inky blue with the occasional plane passing over. It's truly stunning.

“Wow…” I wander up to the railing, marvelling at it all.

“It's even more beautiful now you're up here.” Bucky says. I scoff, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You're such a sap.” I giggle, kissing him freely without the eyes of every single one of my co-workers.

“But I'm your sap.” He kisses me back, hands holding me close by the waist.

“Is this the surprise then, cos it's really really pretty.” I look out to the city.

“Sort of. What can you see from here?”

“Well, lots of buildings…” I look for something to stand out to me, “I can see the top of the zoo over there so that must make… that building your apartment.” I point to my answer.

“Mhm. How would you like it to be our apartment?”

“What?!” I look at Bucky, is he kidding?

“Move in with me. We can move into mine or find a new place together. You're over a lot of the time, I'd love for it to be all the time. What do you say?” Wow. Okay. Wow. This is huge! I’m being too quiet, I need to say something.

“I love your apartment.”

“You- Is that a yes?”

“Yes!” Bucky laughs as he picks me up and spins me around. When he puts me down he kisses me passionately.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more.”

Bucky pops the champagne and we sit up there on the terrace talking and occasionally making out (not that I’m one to kiss and tell). He gives me his jacket when the evening chill sets in like a true gentleman. I take this as the perfect opportunity to snuggle into his side, he needs to keep warm too after all.

“Thor tells me he’s been thinking about maybe buying a ring.”

“Wow! They’re so sweet together. She’ll say yes for sure.”

“They’re a cute couple. Not as cute as us, but cute.” I jab him in the ribs for the cheeky joke but can’t help laughing.

“It’s not a competition.”

“No… but if it is we would win.”

“Really? Not even the one couple who are married with a baby?”

“Well, yeah, if we’re counting married people then maybe they just beat us. Only just.”

“You’re such an ass!” I tease him, giving him a kiss so he knows I’m joking.

“An ass you just agreed to live with. No backing out now!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” And I really wouldn’t. Bucky is the most amazing part of my life and I couldn’t imagine it without him. Obviously it hasn’t been all that long, not for thinking about marriage and kids yet anyway, but I really think we could be endgame. And it’s all thanks to that darn retreat.

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trex98dreams · 5 years ago

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Chapter 4: All Mine

Present Day

Brooklyn, 2021.

Y/N’s POV

As I felt his peck on my cheek, i turn around blushing.

"Baby!!" I shout and hugged him tightly. He's here! He's home. If you guys are wondering, yup, I'm dating him now. I'm dating THE KIM SEOKJIN. It's been 2 years and we're still going strong!

He hugged me tightly and pats my hair. "Aigoo~ my jagi really do miss me? Maybe i should left you more than a week," he teases me and pinch my cheek.

I stare at him angrily. "What does that suppose to mean?? I'm going crazy without you and you're leaving me..? that's just mean," I pouted. So what if i'm being a cutie with MY boyfriend?

Jackson looks a bit annoyed at my clinginess and Youngji sat there giggling at him. "Gosh i wanted to puke right here," he stated.

"Don't mind him babe, he's just jealous," i said to Seokjin. He laugh and sit beside me. How much i miss his presence and scent.

Seokjin had known all my friends. Hanbin, Jackson, Youngji, all of them the moment he enters my life. He started to ask questions about me when he first befriended me. I was shocked at first, but i opened up to him because i trusted him. He is my first boyfriend after all.

We always hang here at Mochi's Restaurant. It was the first place me and Seokjin have a proper date. haha. And it was the first place Hanbin had bought me and Youngji when we were freshmen here. So we figure, we can meet here anytime we want to hangout. It's our place. Even the owners knew us all :D

Seokjin looks at Dahyun. "Who's this special lady Hanbin?" He asks as he saw Dahyun sitting beside Hanbin. He must figure it out since Hanbin becomes all shy and quiet.

Dahyun giggles and said, "I'm his girlfriend. Nice to meet you, I'm Dahyun. You must be Y/N’s boyfriend?" She asks. I blush when Seokjin looks at me while i look down. He peck my cheeks. Gawdddd~ that's soooo cheesy.

"Yup, the one and only! I'm Seokjin. Nice to meet you Dahyun. Wow Hanbin, keeping such a secret now huh?" He asks making Hanbin blush and we all laugh at him getting flustered. I can see that he really likes her.

We had a nice chat that evening. Seokjin constantly held and squeeze my hand showing his affection towards me. I smiled and squeeze his hand back. When its finally to go, we bid goodbye towards the guys and went home to my apartment.

Correction.

Our apartment.

...

Y/N & Seokjin’s Apartment.

"Dahyun seems like a nice girl. She fits Hanbin really well, i like her eye smile. Can you believe that 1 week Hanbin was in Japan he met her there? Wow, that's what i called destiny," I said to Seokjin. He smiles as he enters my apartment.

I opened the fridge. My boyfriend must be really hungry. Although we've eaten, i know Seokjin. He always felt hungry. All.... the time.

Though i didn't knew much about cooking, i started to learn it after i dated him. One fun facts about him was that he is a foodholic. My mom often said 'A way to win a man's heart is by his stomach' and i realized that after i met Seokjin. He is a also a good chef. So, bonus. How lucky am i to have such a wonderful man?

I started to heat the kimchi i made when a pair of arms hugs my body from behind. His arms was wrapped around my waist as he puts his chin on top of my head. He is way taller than me after all.

"Jagi.. i miss you ..don't have to cook, i'm full already, let's go to sleep." He said to me sleepily. I smiled. He must be tired from all those plane ride.

I close the stove and cupped his face. "Really? Come on babe, let's get you to bed, you must be really tired don't you, love?" I ask. He pouted cutely while nodding.

I put one of his arm around my shoulder and he cutely clings to me all the way to the bedroom. I put him on the bed and i lay down beside him, not minding to change my clothes.

We lay facing each other as we stared into each other's eyes that night. There's no word that were uttered but we felt comfortable even that we didn't talk. I trace his beautiful sculptured face with my fingers, slowly from his forehead,

to his eyes,

to his nose...

And finally land my finger on his lips.

He smiles as he try to bite my finger cutely. I'm so happy i met him. The day Seokjin asks me out was the best day of my life. Nobody ever asks me out before, i was hesitant, yes at first, but he assures me, he'll take care of me and be the man i deserve. I'm glad i bump into him 2 years ago.

After all the wait, i finally get my happy ending. Seokjin was MY perfect man. He's MY prince charming. He's my other half and i'm absolutely positive about a guy this time. This time, i won't get broken hearted.

Again.

...

Seokjin's POV

I stare at Y/N’s sleeping figure. She looks so soft and fragile like this. God i wish the whole world knew how much i'm in love with her. She's... different in every way. Ways that i can't even explain myself.

Y/N is more than perfect. I'm glad i get a hold of her. I kiss her lips gently trying not to wake her up from her deep sleep. I remember how i ask her out but she hesitates at first, she looks as if she's afraid to fall in love, but i begs her to give me a chance and prove her how much i'll make her happy. And here we are, already in a 2 years relationship.

Y/N is different. She's unlike any other girls I've met before. Y/N doesn't like to give up and she works hard on what she wants. She attracts me with her bright personality that i love so much. She may look though outside but inside, she's sensitive. Her caring side stood out the most and even that she's a bit hot tempered sometimes, i always be the water to her fire. She's an amazing girl.

So when Youngji tells me about her old life and not to play with her heart, i promise myself that i'll take care of her fragile heart and not to toy with it. I never knew a bright person like her had a very painful past that made it difficult for her to fall in love again. So i did my best to heal the wounds other's gave her and teach her that love is wonderful.

I love you Lee Y/N, forever and always.

I whisper as i fall asleep with her in my arms.

...

The Next Day.

Y/N’s POV

I look at Seokjin as he walked in the apartment, groceries in hands. He smiles as he slips off his shoes in the doorway and close the door behind.

"Babe, what did you buy so much? It's not like we can eat all this tonight," i giggled. He chuckled and put the groceries on the kitchen and kiss my forehead.

"It's for you Jagi, a food stock whenever you're hungry, Jackson complains that you keep on cooking food at his place because your allowance money is late this month, so whenever i'm away, cook this OK? I don't want my chubby girlfriend to be a skeleton next time i met her."

I'm melting, seriously. Why does he have to be such a sweetheart boyfriend? I'm pretty sure i did something good on my past life to have an amazing boyfriend like him.

He begins to wears his pink apron that i gave him as a birthday present and start to cook something.

"Babe, let me cook it's okay, go rest," i told him But he won't budge.

"Jagi, you know i love you right? But as much as i love you, i had to admit, your cooking skills are a bit lacking, and i want you to eat something edible," he laugh and winks. I pouted, what's that's suppose to mean?! I know i'm not a good cook, at least i can cook something edible OK.

"Babe, you should acknowledge that my cooking skills are different that other's, i'm too expert to cook it more edible," i joked and he laughs hardly while cutting the onions.

He smiles defeatedly. "Okay, okay, you win. At least you can make the best kimchi." I smile widely. I was washing the dishes when he asks me how's my family.

"Eomma? She's fine, she told me Haru's boyfriend proposed last week and Hanna Unnie is 2 months pregnant," I told him.

"Woaa.. that means we're going to be an uncle and aunt soon! Yay!" He stated happily. I looked at him.

"We?" I ask smilingly. He nodded and kisses my forehead.

"We."

Seokjin had met my family last summer. I was afraid that he might get a bit shocked after meeting Eomma and my two loud sisters but he's more than happy to meet them. After all, i'm a family girl, if he doesn't like Eomma, that's a MAJOR turn off for me. But Seokjin sincerely loves them and always ask about them caringly like he's my husband already.

I told him about Appa who passed away when i was in middle school. He felt sorry and told me that i'm a strong girl for having to get through those difficult time until i manage to get to where i am today. He said he will be responsible for taking care of me when he marries me. Ahhhh.. Heart attack.

I grins and turn off the pipe.

"What about your Eomma and Appa? And your Hyung? Did he get enlisted in the military already?" I ask him.

He nodded. "Yeah, Eomma and Appa is busy travelling while Hyung is preparing for his enlistment. So that's pretty much it." I chuckled. He always argue with his hyung but i know deep down he loves him.

After he finish cooking and i prepared the table, we sit there, having a candle light dinner sort of date. I wasn't really into romantic things but Seokjin is such a Shakespeare.

We talked about a lot of things, how's college for me, and his exchange student programmed, our families and what's going on lately. I felt comfortable, opening up to him about a lot of things.

"When is your next exchange student programmed? And how long?" I asks him. He stopped eating and sighed. By the way he looks at me with sad eyes, i know he's upset.

"Jagiya, I'm sorry, this time, it's in Australia and it will be up to three months, i'm sorry sweetheart," he apologize. I knew it was sad. Our relationship is preoccupied with our dreams. But i understand, this is what we choose.

I held his cheeks. "It's okay Oppa, i get it, besides when we finish our studies, we can get a better living and at that time, we'll always be together, just don't go flirt with another girl okay? Sometimes i'm afraid that you might fall in love with someone else while you're away," I pouts.

He kisses me, giving me a sign that he's assuring me. "Jagi, i can't even look at other girl when all i think is you, so please don't doubt me, all i want is you," he kisses my knuckles.

He stand up and told me to wait while he went into our room. I wonder what he's been preparing. My man is full of surprises sometimes. I waited at the kitchen when he appears, hiding something behind him. I look at him curiously.

"Ooo what's that? May i see it?" I asks him like a five years old.

He laugh softly. "Well, since you ask nicely," and showed me what he's been hiding.

It was a pretty, nice sunflower bouquet and a small red box in it. I can't contain my happiness as i hug him tightly.

"Ca-can't..b..-breath," he chocked and i release him while lightly giggling, "Sorry." He always give me nice new sunflowers because sunflowers are the only types of flowers that i'm not allergic to.

"Wow, what's this for Babe? Did you do something again?" I ask him playfully. He looks at me gently and shake his head.

"Then what for?" I tested him. He open the box in the middle and i'm surprised that in it, was a beautiful ring that he talked about giving me 8 months ago.

He slips the ring on my fingers and kiss it softly.

"I love you Jagi. This is my promise ring to you that even though i'm not around, my heart is always beating for you. Keep it safely and if you doubt me, just hold the ring and you'll know that i'm always thinking of you," He said romantically.

I'm so moved by Seokjin. He's very mature and he's such a gentleman in this relationship, sometimes i wonder how did i end up having him.

I was tearing when he wipes it off.

"Happy Anniversary Jagi, I love you." he kisses me.

"Happy Anniversary too Oppa. I love you more." I answer.

See how a good of a boyfriend he is?

He even remember what day is today.

🍡

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