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Let Your Dreams Be Your Wings | Chapter 1

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix 2022) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x F!Reader Characters: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus, Lucienne, Matthew the Raven, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Hob Gadling, Death, Rose Walker, The Corinthian, other minor Sandman characters, Original Characters. Warnings: 18+ content (upcoming, minors DNI), explicit sexual content, POV switching, very long chapters to read (you can skip parts if you think it is too much). Summary: You always dreamed of becoming a successful Fashion Designer, sharing your creations with the world and making your father proud. But with him being very ill and so many costs solely weighting on your shoulders, things didn’t go as planned and you had to take a different path instead. An interesting offer led you to the elder Alex Burgess and you were hired as a new housemaid for a very good pay. However, your kindness and outstanding empathy convinced the man to give you an additional task for a doubled compensation; gaining the trust of Dream Of the Endless, held captive into the basement for over a century. Despite the shock of finding such an ethereal entity stripped of all his clothes and contained into a confined space, you had to accept for the sake of your father. But the more you got to speak to the mysterious anthropomorphic personification who didn't utter a single word, the more you were lost into his eyes that, conversely, seemed to contain the entire universe. A deep connection formed between the two of you, separated only by a thick layer of glass.

Little did you know, what started like a simple housemaid job was about to change your life forever.

Author's note: This was originally planned out as a oneshot, but in the end, I realized I wanted to write more and essentially cover the main events of Season 1. Please note that I don’t really know much about the comics although I’m doing some research, therefore, I can mainly base my knowledge and impressions over the Netflix show.

Credits: The moon dividers were made by firefly-graphics.

Chapter 1

The massive Fawney Rig Manor in Wych Cross made you feel as if you had entered a completely different dimension. The structure was very old-looking, with gothic details that, at least from the outside, could give anyone the chills. The first time you visited the Manor you had to swallow your uneasiness and forget about the rumors involving the potentially dark secrets surrounding the house. With a sick father depending on your care and financial support, you found yourself in need of the salary offered by Mr. Alex Burgess.

Your waitress job was far from profitable and you knew they couldn't afford to give you, nor anyone else, a raise at the time. Covering all your expenses each month had become too much for your pockets alone and such a low wage was just keeping the noose around your neck. With Mr. Burgess’s offer, you would receive twice your previous pay, free room and board and a potentially long-term contract that seemed particularly fruitful and just generally ideal for your needs. You couldn’t allow yourself to be picky and miss such a golden opportunity without at least trying, not for a bunch of rumors that could easily be made up.

As soon as you stepped into the entrance hall, you could smell old wood and incense in the air. The interior design was the perfect Jacobean Revival Architectural Style that you were expecting to see and overall it looked way less scary than the exterior part. You were accompanied along a corridor, ancient items and antique furniture could be found at each corner, against every wall. Long flights of stairs reached the upper floor, big curtains were creating divisions in the open space areas.

Different items were meticulously catalogued and arranged everywhere, looking like they were coming straight from 1900, frozen in time.

When you met Alex Burgess and his husband, Paul McGuire, you could feel your nerves finally loosen up. The Lord of the Estate could barely walk, carried around by his spouse on a wheelchair and constantly under medical check. He looked rather frail and definitely less intimidating than you had anticipated, far from the evil mastermind that you had pictured into your head.

In the end, they hired you as one of the housemaids. You couldn't tell if your personal story touched them more than you thought it would, but you got what you were hoping for and you couldn’t be happier. Your inbox was still filled to the brink with unpaid receips from your family doctor, which you still had to pay off.

The day you visited the Estate again for the final agreement, Mr. McGuire gave you a complete house tour to let you acquire some familiarity with the place in advance. It was even bigger than it seemed and the fear of getting lost became quite consistent the more rooms you came across along the way.

After finally moving in, it took you a couple weeks to get used to your new routine. Suffering from insomnia you were quite the light sleeper by nature, but finding yourself in a completely different environment had caused you a bit of destabilization.

The rest of the staff didn’t seem to be particularly interested in acting friendly with you, so the moment you gained enough confidence to go through the house on your own, you didn’t need to worry about striking a conversation anymore.

There were some rooms marked as ‘off limits’, but you had expected as much. Every now and then, you could spot at least one guard or two standing in front of the basement door, a very slim entrance you didn’t even notice at first. There was something big going on down there, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach whenever you passed by, but you promised yourself that you would mind solely your own business and only do what you were getting paid for. You forced yourself to move on and never looked those guys in the eyes.

However, apprehension and curiosity were starting to nib on you. The times they left the door unattended to take care of matters inside, you had to restrain yourself from peeking, just to discover what they were containing that was so important it could not be revealed.

You didn't know what came to you, really. You never were one to mind other people and their business, but something just seemed disturbingly weird and you were having a hard time brushing it off.

The first month at the Manor went through quite smoothly and you were actually starting to appreciate your job as a whole. Mr. McGuire assisted you with the main tasks in the garden, as he used to work there himself before marrying Alex and passing his responsibilities to someone else. Spending time in the open was fun, dipping your fingers into the grass, the earth and the water felt grounding and liberating. It was tiring, yes, but amazingly satisfying and ideal to set your mind off things.

Inevitably, cleaning proved to be exhausting. The first week you had to bear with aching muscles and serious back pains, but nothing that some good rest on your day off could not relieve.

From time to time, they liked hosting parties with a selective number of wealthy guests, with which you had absolutely nothing in common. All you could do was smile, pour them drinks after drinks and listening to their rants or personal stories when alcohol hit them. Nothing particularly interesting or noteworthy, but again, it served as a good distraction and you appreciated the interactions.

Mr. McGuire had become a friendly presence for you in the house, often stopping by for some tea during your breaks. You could see an incredible gentleness sparking into his eyes, but there was something else in the man’s expression that you couldn't quite understand yet. His husband, on the other hand, was barely seen around the mansion. You assumed that his physical conditions were preventing him from leaving the bedroom, so you didn't want to pry.

One night, you were cleaning the coffee table in the living room space, filled with the clutter left by a group of noisy visitors. The basement door was right there beyond the open curtains, guarded by a man and a woman who eyed you up and down when you arrived. As you placed the scattered napkins, empty cigarette packets and dirty wine glasses on a silver tray, you felt their presence even though they weren’t on your line of sight. You thought they wanted to keep you under their radar to be sure you wouldn’t snoop around too much, but as curious as you were, you certainly didn’t want to risk your job for something you weren’t allowed to see.

Still, it was bothering you, not knowing what the basement actually contained. Were you even safe there?

In the end, you decided that you didn’t really want to know, for your mental sanity.

The next day, you were planting new seeds into the garden with your knees deep into the topsoil, enjoying the warmth of the sun finally kissing your cheeks and invigorating your skin. From the corner of your eye, you could spot Mr. Burgess coming over on his own, slowly maneuvering the wheelchair in the grass and taking place in front of you.

Looking up from your handwork, you greeted him with a gentle smile. You were surprised to see him there, without his lover and with no nurse accompanying him around. “Good morning Sir.”

“Good morning, Miss Y/LN. Such a lovely weather today, isn’t it?”

“Indeed. How are you feeling today?”

Admittedly, he got even paler compared to the first time you saw him. And yet, he still looked rather distinguished with that black suit he was wearing.

“Much better, now that I can breathe a bit of fresh air. I had to beg Paul for an hour before he could finally allow me to get out. He told me you would be here.”

You assumed he accepted to let Alex out because of your presence in the garden. You didn’t have any sort of medical experience, but you proved to have good reflexes and a strong initiative when required.

In other words, no pressure or anything...

“He seems rather fond of you lately and I can see why myself. Nobody is taking this as seriously as you do, you are not afraid of getting dirty.”

You blushed a little, it was rare to receive compliments for your efforts on the job. “Thank you Sir.”

He stayed there, watching you in silence as you continued digging into the wet soil with bare hands. He got lost in thought, adjusting the warm blanket over his legs and pushing his black glasses further up his nose.

And then, he spoke again. “Can I be honest with you, Miss Y/LN?”

You could see he was getting nervous now, fingers gripping the blanket even harder. From behind his glasses, you could spot a pair of reddened and very puffy eyes. There was more than a physical uneasiness affecting him somehow, that much was clear.

You stopped your motions and curiously looked back at the man. “Of course.”

“When you told us about your father, when I saw how resoluted you were to work so hard for his sake, my emotions got all over the place. I never had a good relationship with my old man, you see... he always compared me to my brother Randall because I didn’t turn out the way he wanted. Unfortunately, he died at Gallipoli when I was still very young.”

You didn’t know he had a brother. “Oh, I am so sorry to hear that.”

Mr. Burgess smiled slightly. “My father didn’t take it well at the time. To him, Randall was his only legacy and he never acknowledged me. I did my best to follow his lead, to please him whenever I could, to be the son he expected me to become. In the end, it was never enough. I was never enough.”

You grew up with your father as an only child, you had all the love, attention and care you could ever ask for and more. It pained you to know Alex Burgess had to go through a life of misery despite the comforts and riches he was surrounded with.

“The day my father died, I told him that if Randall were alive, he would hate him as much as I did. Those were the last words he heard from me before leaving this world forever.”

He left you speechless, even more so for the depth of his story. He looked absolutely devastated, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

“I would like to say that I regret what I did, but that would be a lie. I inherited all his possessions, but also the burdens that came with them. There is… one, in particular, which I’ve been trying to get rid of for a very long time now. But if I do, that choice might have serious consequences for me, Paul and anyone else involved.”

Your mind immediatly went to the basement you couldn't dare approaching. Could that be the hidden burden he was so dramatically referring to?

“For the last few years, I’ve been asking myself the same question over and over again; am I just as bad as my father was?”

You considered what he told you, thinking carefully about the proper words to use. It wasn’t an easy question and it had no easy answer either, there just was too much you didn’t know. About him, about his father, about their history, about what he inherited and they were keeping buried in the dark.

In the end, you went with what your heart suggested you to say. “You are only human Sir. We all may say horrible things when we face traumatic experiences, we shouldn't be ashamed of our weaknesses. The words we speak in our worst times do not define us and I think you should really forgive yourself at this point in life”

You watched the man as he stared down at his wrinkly hands, bottom lip quivering and frail shoulders drooping against the wheelchair.

You continued. “As for your burden, I’m sure you will make the right decision. Would the consequences you speak about be worse than what would happen if you left things the way they are now?”

“You have made a good point.” He paused for a moment, then looked up at the sky. “But am I really brave enough to risk it?”

You should have kept yourself as far as possible from his affairs, as you had absolutely nothing to do with whatever they were hiding. And yet, that voice into your head was pushing you to do it, to say it out loud, to force your way through it because you wanted to know. You needed to know. As much as it worried you.

Why though? You couldn't explain it. Just a feeling maybe, a mere gut sensation that you struggled to ignore.

Alas, the words came out on their own accord, before you could even process them. “If there’s anything I can do Sir, anything at all, I may help you out.”

Did you really expect that Mr. Burgess would let you know about his family’s darkest secrets, when you had no right of intruding and no knolewdge of what was going on? Obviously not. But that wasn’t enough to stop you.

He, for his part, said nothing. Didn’t even flinch as he kept his teary eyes glued to the burning sun. You waited, seconds turned to minutes and the awkward silence had become too much to bear.

Defeated, you decided to apologize. “I’m sorry, I overstepped. Please forget what I just said, Mr. Burgess.”

However, you were shocked to hear what he said next. “You would help, would you.”

Wait. Was he actually considering it?

“You know… maybe that’s not such a bad idea. Meet me in the living room tonight at 10 PM. There is something I should be discussing with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Whether it was for the excitement, or the fear of biting more than you could chew, you couldn’t really tell. For all you knew they were in fact holding the devil into the basement, which would match with the different rumors you had previously heard. On the other hand, you figured they would never mention it to you if it could potentially put your own life at risk.

Right?

Nevertheless, you accepted his invitation and for the entire day you couldn’t think about anything else, mentally beating yourself up for your impulsive behavior.

That night, you were feeling sick to the core. As soon as you approached the living room space, you heard Mr. Burgess and Mr. McGuire holding an animate conversation. You moved closer, staying hidden behind the curtains just enough to hear what they were whispering about.

“Alex, darling please, be reasonable. She has nothing to do with this.”

“She might be our only chance, Paul. The only way to finally end it all.”

“You’ve been trying to get a word from him for years! What makes you think that it will be different with someone else?”

Him? Who was him?

“He won’t talk to me, we have determined as much. But you saw it yourself in the past few weeks, she is good with people.”

You heard Paul grunting. “Come on Alex, you know he is not people. A pretty face and some sugar-coating words are the last thing he needs.”

“I don’t have too much time left!” There was desperation in Alex’s voice. “I can’t stand the thought of this burden weighting on anyone else’s shoulders. Least of all yours.”

Hence, there was someone held captive into the basement. According to the rumors, a demon was summoned by Roderick Burgess many years before, granting the man wealth and prosperity until the day he died. You didn't know how true such a horrifying theory actually was, but evidently, there was a bit of foundation in the creative stories people liked to come up with.

A part of you wanted to just run back to your room and forget you even offered to assist them in the first place, but what would you hope to accomplish doing so? Nevertheless, your guts once again prompted you to move forward with whatever you were getting yourself into. You were so incredibly close to uncover the mystery that was heavily tickling your strange curiosity and you couldn't let that pass.

Gaining enough courage to leave your hiding spot, you walked through the curtains to announce your arrival. Both men were now facing your way, their expressions two opposite poles.

“Ah, good evening Miss Y/LN,” said Mr. Burgess. “Your timing is impeccable.”

Paul sighed, but he remained silent and greeted you with a nod.

Your fingers nervously grasped the apron tied around your uniform. “Good evening. You said there was something you wanted to discuss with me?”

Mr. Burgess cleared his throat. “There is, yes... but it is better if we show you. Paul?”

You could see Mr. McGuire looking at you with a pained expression, full of guilt and sorrow as he took the wheelchair and guided Alex to the basement door while gesturing you to follow. The guards immediatly stood up straight like two perfectly trained royal soldiers, letting you all in and briefly glancing at you in utter confusion. You ignored them and just walked behind Paul with your head held high, waiting for him to secure the wheelchair into the elevator.

You followed straight, standing at Paul’s right side while the elevator vibrated loudly and started to descend. A metallic sound echoed in the humid and dark cellar the moment it came to a stop.

Your legs felt weak and your feet were hurting after an entire day of work with those shoes. Your heart was beating so fast that you could hear it rumbling in your ears. You struggled for a moment, almost unable to move. You had to force your body to cooperate, stepping out of the elevator and biting your tongue to keep your nervousness at bay.

Paul flipped a big switch on the wall and, from where you were standing, you could see the lights flickering and turning on at the same time. He kept walking, the wheelchair sliding onto a dais that had been constructed between the main floor and the squary platform at che center, surrounded by a pool of dark water. You could spot something now, a big and transparent object chained to the ceiling and floor, remaining upright and suspended in the air.

But when Paul moved the wheelchair aside and allowed you to see the odd sphere in its entirety, your breath got caught in your throat and your legs almost gave out under you again. There was someone looking up and meeting your eyes, curled up into that glass cage like a bird with clipped wings. You saw no horns, no sharp teeth, no claws… there was nothing that could be even remotely similar to the devil people described.

In fact, the being in front of you was absolutely ethereal; pale skin and lean muscles that seemed carved into marble, dark hair falling messily on his forehead, full lips, a strong jawline and a pair of blue eyes containing the entire universe inside. Two deep orbs that seemed to stare right into your soul and shine in the dim light.

You were looking at the most beautiful creature you had ever seen in your entire life.

Who was that man? Why did they strip him of all his clothes? Wasn’t he cold down there, in a room that was at least five degrees cooler than the rest of the house (and had the exposed skin of your arms and legs crawling)?

It was wrong. So very wrong. On so many levels. “What is going on here…?” Your voice cracked.

Mr. Burgess placed his right hand over the glass in front of him, his attention was directed to the imprisoned being, who you couldn't stop looking at. “Miss Y/LN, I present you Dream of the Endless. In 1916, my father summoned him by accident, instead of his sibling Death. He put him into this cage and over the binding circle to seal his power away. He begged him to bring my brother Randall back, demanded riches and immortality… all he received from him was silence, until the day he died.”

You looked at the golden circle under your feet, perfectly dried and well preserved over time. You processed what he just told you and your head started to spin like a top. If he got summoned in 1916, he remained locked up for 106 years, over a century spent into such a tiny space, away from everything he used to know while the world continued changing and advancing in his absense.

But did you even want to believe what Alex was telling you? According to his story, both Alex and Paul would be centenarians and it just didn’t add up.

“My father said we couldn’t free him, that he would come for us to seek revenge. With him gone, I told Dream that I was willing to let him go, as long as he could guarantee that Paul and I would be left unharmed in return. Unfortunately, I’m still waiting for an answer.”

There was something that sounded strangely familiar and was causing you a weird sense of dread. Dream of the Endless…. Dream…. where did you hear that before?

ℌ𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝖈𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰.

And then it hit you. It was something you read about when you were a child, a tale as old as time that thoroughly enchanted your little self and you had almost forgotten while growing up.

But it couldn't be. It didn't make any sense.

“Wait. Are you telling me that your father summoned the actual Sandman? The Lord of Dreams and Nightmares himself?”

The prisoner moved forward, staring at you with suspicion and surprise mixed together. Somehow you knew it was all true and so incredibly absurd at the same time. He was out of this world, so magical-looking despite his current vulnerability. There was no mistake, it was real. He was real.

“Miss Y/LN, how do you know him...?”

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰. ℌ𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰, 𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰.

“I read about him. A very long time ag-” You stopped in your tracks, your eyes widened as realization hit you on the spot. “...Oh my God.”

Slowly, almost tentatively, you moved closer to the entity. He slightly tilted his head at you and inspected your features, every change in your expression, every emotion rippling out of your body.

And then you spoke, revealing what had you so perturbed. “1916. It was the year of the Encephalitis Lethargica, known as the Sleepy Sickness. Those people who never woke up, the famous case of Unity Kinkaid printed on newspapers and books to this day (and even my neverending insomnia, perhaps)... It all took place because of this, because you have the Sandman trapped into this cage since 106 years ago.”

You thought he was just a fairy tale, a bedtime story parents used to tell their kids to ensure they had nice dreams when afraid of the dark, or to warn them about nightmares hunting them if they weren't good enough. But seeing him in the flesh now, having this incredibly beautiful, yet broken being before you, your stomach flipped upside down and your heart raced violently against your ribs.

Your hand came in contact with the glass as well, it was freezing cold and thick under your touch. Dream’s shiny eyes shifted down to look at your palm, then back up to meet your gaze again. Anger, frustration, pain, loneliness… you could see this and so much more, you felt it as if those emotions were your own.

Mr. Burgess cleared his throat. “Well, this burden my father left me is something I really don’t want to keep until the end of my days. He doesn’t talk to me though, he only stares, all the damn time. Just like he’s doing now with you.”

You snorted, irritation taking over you. “With all due respect Sir, he’s been captured and placed into a cage for more than a century, without a shred of clothing on and withheld against his will. The fact he doesn’t want to talk shouldn’t really be surprising to you.”

He let out a pained sigh. "You are right, of course. And very smart too... this is why I need your help."

"And how exactly am I supposed to help?"

You found your rising anger very questionable, considering you literally brought this upon yourself. You could have avoided that awful situation if you had kept your mouth shut and yet, now that you were looking at Dream, regret was not a predominant feeling.

"Talk to him. Convince him. That is all I ask."

You blinked in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

The one concerned was just a few inches away, yet the man spoke as if the Endless couldn’t hear him, nor understand his words at all.

“What makes you think he will even listen to me?”

Mr. Burgess stood from the wheelchair, unstable on his legs, to slowly take your hand in his. “Look, Miss Y/LN, I’m not asking you to do this for free. I will pay you for your service, twice the monthly amount I’m already giving you, in fact.”

What…?

“Think about your father. With a similar amount of money, you wouldn’t need to worry about the costs of modern medicine anymore.”

Your heart cracked and you slowly removed your hand from his weak grasp. “That’s a low blow, Mr. Burgess.”

“She’s right Alex,” Mr. McGuire intervened. “Please dear, just let her be.”

But Alex didn’t want to see reason. He moved closer to the glass sphere for support, pleading you with newly formed tears that threatened to spill. “I’m begging you. Please, just give it a try… I’m too old and tired to continue with this. I assure you that I want him to be free, more than anything else in the world. He knows that.”

He seemed genuinely intent on letting Dream go, but the fear of seeing the action backfiring against him and his husband was preventing him from doing the right thing. How were you supposed to play along, go down into the cellar solely to extort an imprisoned God, even earning money for such a shameful act? He didn’t utter a single word in over a century, was Alex really expecting the Endless to talk to you, a perfect stranger, as you could only chatter nonesense through a barrier magically keeping him stuck and restrained?

When you didn't respond, the man sighed once more. “It’s getting late now and we all need to rest. Come, we will discuss this again later.”

Paul muttered a soft “I’m sorry” when he walked past your frozen form, Alex now back onto the wheelchair, exhausted and disheartened. You stayed there for a moment longer, glancing at the man in the bowl with panic rising inside of you. He continued to look straight at your soul from under his long lashes, silent and unperturbed. You felt captivated, entranced, eager to break the glass and let him out.

But you couldn’t do that, you knew you couldn’t.

So you looked away, lowering your head and turning on your heels, walking fast to reach the elevator. You peaked over your shoulder one last time before going, Dream of the Endless was sitting motionless into the cage, his eyes never leaving you as you went up.

End notes: This chapter is set around three months before Morpheus escapes, in 2022 (again, based on the Netflix show) and we have already reached the second month. In case you are wondering if Reader will set him free, the answer is no. I plan to keep things as canon as possible, so everything will take place as originally scripted (although she may try something eventually).

Also, Reader is human, but she appears to be a very sensitive one. The 'gut thing' she experienced about the basement is in fact a recurrent event in her life.

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[hp-imagines-07]

Act Like a Gryffindor

Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Universe: Harry Potter; The Golden Trio era

Type: really fluff and kinda funny

Summary: the 4 times that Fred Weasley made you blush and the one time that it was the other way around... 

Request: YES|no - "Yay!! Could you write something about a super shy easily embarrassed reader who has the biggest crush on Fred? He teases her all the time and the others are like ‘oh leave her alone’ then she says something back and he goes BRIGHT RED. Sorry if that’s too much!!" @bnha-sero-hanta | "Can I request something with Fred Weasley x reader?" @coffee-wihtout-caffeine

Prompt: xxx

Warnings: cursing maybe and flirting

Song: xxx

Words Count: 3.3K

Posted: 30th of June 2020

A/N: this request is just perfect, i'm sorry | it's kinda of a 4+1 and i hope it got as good as i think it is

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MY MASTERLIST

"Hey, [y/n]. Ready for the practice?" You heard a known voice coming from behind you and you turned around, seeing George walking to the pitch and also to you.

"Always, George. I'm always ready for quidditch." You said and started to walk beside him, as both of you were going to the same destination anyway. "Do you know where Fred is? I didn't saw him the whole day." You asked and looked at your left, seeing George smirking at you and anyone could know why he was looking like this just after you said something about Fred, what made you roll your eyes at the redhead one.

"Well, I don't know either. Just saw him at the classes that we have together, but he wasn't even having lunch at the Great Hall." He said while you two walked into the pitch, holding your brooms and with a thinking expression.

You signed and looked at him with a face that screams 'aRE YOU FUCKING STUPID?'. "And you don't think that it's weird or get worried?"

George just shook his head and went to his position, so the practice could start. As you all started to train, Fred appeared from nowhere and started to play but looked like anyone noticed that he was missing until he got there late.

The train was really intense and tiring, ok you were almost dying at the end of it. But you noticed that Fred was kinda off the whole hour, well he almost fell off his broom so many times that you stopped counting when it got to 6... All of the players got to the floor and you could see everyone literally sweating and breathing heavily kinda gross but whatever. You were going to the vesting room to take a good bath and smell good again, but you were stopped by a hand holding your wrist.

"Hey, princess." Fred's voice got to your ears before you could even turn around to see him and your cheeks started becoming warmer and redder. As your eyes found his, you could notice all of your friends around you two by your panoramic vision. "Were you worried about me?" The redheaded one asked and while you rolled your eyes and took your wrist out of his hand against what you actually wanted to do, everyone around you let out a few gross noises. They were all tired about Fred making fun of you. "Or you just missed me?"

"Oh, c'mon, Fred!"

"Could you not say anything for once?"

"You never shut up?"

"Let the girl be!"

Your friends said at the same time and you understood just a few of them. But you were too embarrassed to trust on your voice and be sure that you wouldn't stutter - and give him the satisfaction, never - so you just blushed harder and went to the vesting room again.

You just wanted to stab yourself with a big knife by being so shy, you thought about the perfect answer if you had said 'in your dreams, Weasley...' he would stop to joke about your feelings towards him.

"I should act like a Gryffindor..."

-

You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times, so your vision would get used to all the sunshine that was passing through the big window next to your bed, that was with the curtains open.

As you started to see things and not just black points, you were able to see Hermione looking at you. "Good morning, sleepyhead." She said and you noticed her coming closer to your bed, while your hand scratched your eyes.

"What time is it?" Your voice was deep and raspy, but even if you didn't notice it, for anyone around, looked like you were dying or that you were just drunk.

It's time for breakfast, let's go." Granger answered you and pulled the covers out of your warm body, that got in contact with the cold air from Hogwarts and you felt a little shiver passing through your spine. "What time you went to sleep last night?" She asked you, just by seeing the way that your eyes refused to open and get used to the room natural clarity.

"I don't know..." You groaned while sitting up and looking around, finding an empty dorm with just you and Hermione. Yeah, that was really late already.

"Go change, so we can have breakfast." Hermione said and helped you to get out of your bed by pulling you up with her hands at yours. You grabbed a change of clothes and went to take a fast shower so you two wouldn't miss breakfast - even if you didn't know the exact time...

While you were taking a hot bath and changing into more presentable clothes, Hermione was organizing your side of the dorm, like your bed and your other outfits at your wardrobe. This girl couldn't see a mess that she was already organizing it.

You were so focused on the amazing feeling 'after-bath' that you didn't notice footsteps at the stairs coming closer and closer to your dorm. As you got out of the bathroom, already ready to go to the Great Hall and finally eat anything, your dorm's door opened and Ron's head slowly appeared, probably being afraid that any of you two were changing or naked. When he saw that it was safe to give a proper look around your dorm, the door totally opened and you saw 3 redheads.

"What are taking you guys so much?" Ron asked and looked like just George noticed that you just got out of the bath.

"Was it hard to awake her again?" George looked at Hermione and everyone seemed to forget Ron's question, looking at you. Your eyes were too heavy to be totally open, your hair was a total mess, your shirt upside down... "Wow, it looks like you're dying." He said and everyone giggled, except for you that was too sleepy to understand anything that was happening around you.

But Fred knew that it was the perfect moment to make you flustered. "Want me to carry you to the Great Hall, princess?".

You were too sleepy to laugh, but not even now your knees stopped to become weak with his beautiful smirk, neither did your cheeks stopped to become warmer and redder. Stupid body...

Your brain was so focused to try to act normal and continue sleepy, that you didn't notice George slapping the back his twin's head and whispering something related to 'shut up', or Ron saying "Why you always have to do this with her?", or Hermione going to you while giving Fred a mortal glare and grabbing your shoulders, guiding you out of your dorm.

You were feeling so embarrassed with the way that just his smile could make your knees become jelly, your stomach becomes full with butterflies and your cheeks turn redder then Fred's hair...

"Why I can't act like a Gryffindor?"

-

Your books felt too heavy to be held by just one of your arms, but you couldn't stop to read your cards for the DADA's test that would happen at the next day. Even if you felt your arm shake and your shoulder starting to ache, you were desperate to know everything about all those spells.

Your hand was trying to learn the perfect moves so the spell would work totally, and you were so focused that didn't notice someone calling from you. You just saw that somebody was actually talking to you when the red-headed one tokes most of your books out of your arm and you jumped slightly by the first action noticed. As your eyes fell on Fred's face, you felt your body finally relax and gave up to the relieving feeling of the heavy books at somebody else's arms.

"Bloody hell, [y/n]!" The Weasley said at the same moment that he noticed how the books that you were taking were heavy for two arms, imagine for just one...

"Sorry, Freddie." You whispered and he looked at you, paying more attention to what you were going to say. "But I have Transfiguration now, I can't hang out." You finished and started to walk faster, forgetting about the books he was carrying for you. Fred just rolled his eyes with the way that you were so concentrated and focused on learning all those spells that you forgot that you were talking with your last Transfiguration partner.

"Well, we are in the same class." He said and you took your gaze out of the papers and looked at him, as you finally noticed with who you were talking to, your eyes widened a bit and you gave him a tired smile.

"Sorry, again. I'm just nervous about the DADA's test next week..." You said and looked at the floor embarrassed with your actions. But Fred just gave you a reassuring smile and you knew that he understood you - well, he's friends with Hermione Granger -, what made your tense shoulders tranquillize and you two walk side to side to your next class.

As you got to the class, you sat at your respective tables and waited for McGonagall, while the rest of the students was appearing and sitting...

After a while, the professor started to teach a new spell for the class something related to 'Daro' or 'Dure', that you weren't being able to focus at all, you weren't at a moment that you were could learn a new spell with all the other ones from DADA that you had to know for the test. And, of course, McGonagall noticed that you weren't paying attention to her, so you needed the help from someone that you would stop and hear.

"Mr Weasley." She said and both of the twins looked at her with confused faces, because this was a unique time that they didn't do anything. "Could you help Mrs. [y/l/n] with the new spell?" Minerva asked and you turned around to see the twins looking at each other and furrowing their eyebrows. "George one is more helpful."

Fred just rolled his eyes because the statement of the professor and George laughed at his angry expression, coming to sit next to you and noticing all of your books. "DADA's test?" He asked and you nodded, while your mouth opened in a yawn. You didn't even sleep 5 hours last night, you were so worried about all the spells that you couldn't stop studying. "Let me see you trying." George said and you knew that he was talking about this new spell from Transfiguration. Your shook your wand in a way that you thought that was the right way, said the spell and looked at the vase with flowers that McGonagall gave one to all of you. But nothing happened. "Well, the thing is tha-"

"I think [y/n] prefers my help, professor." Fred made everyone look at him, that winked at you. Everyone just groaned at him - even McGonagall ignored him -, they were all sick of all of his flirt comments, just to make you blush, and now wasn't different. Your breath stopped at your throat and with wide eyes and a dry mouth, your cheeks started to become warmer and you knew that you blushing.

Both of your hands went to cover you red and embarrassed face and George gave you an embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry about him, [y/n/n]. He never stops..."

'I want to act like a Gryffindor, but I can't'

-

The snow was falling on this cold as fuck day. Not even the two coats you were wearing, were being able to stop the freezing air to make goosebumps go all around your body or to make your body became warm at anyway. And to make everything worse, Hogsmeade is not a cosy place to pass a normal day, but today was way worse. Your friends wanted to go to the Honeydunkes and buy anything that could make one of them forget about her recent 'heartbreak' - she cheated him, you can't understand why the rest of your friends keep helping her by something that she did... - but you weren't in the mood of being inside of a crowded store.

So, while they were inside of the warm store, you were freezing outside, with your shoulders shaking, trying to warm yourself at any possible way. You saw the Weasleys, with the rest of their crew coming to the same store as you were outside, great. As they were coming closer, Hermione and Harry were the first ones to notice you and let all of them behind to see you. 

"Hey, [y/n]!" They said together and hugged you. Wow, they were so cosy and you were so cold - and hoping they didn't notice that you were freezing... The twins came behind of them and said their 'hi's to you, but Fred toke notice of the way that you were hugging yourself to stop the wind to hit you, the way that your hands were brushing against each other to create some kind of friction between them, the way that your teeth were hitting each other, the way that your lips were a mix of blue and purple, and the way that your shoulders were frenetically shaking.

He just takes one of the sweaters Molly did for him and offered to you. Everyone around looked at the two of you with confused faces, while Fred's eyes were locked with yours. "You're cold." He just said and you whispered a little thank you, putting his sweatshirt on. It smelled like him and was really big on you, well, Fred is kind of really tall, comparing to you and any of your and his friends. "It looks better on you anyway..." He whispered while looking at the floor and raising his eyebrows, as it was the most obvious thing in the entire world.

But, not even his whisper is delicate, so everyone ends listening to what he said and look at him with faces more confused than before. "Well, if you say so." The words got out of your mouth before anything could stop them, and your cheeks became warmer and redder than they were by wearing his cloth. All of his friends looked at you, with wide eyes and proud smiles, by you finally flirting back with Fred, but by the smile that grew up on his face, you knew that nothing good could come from it.

"And why would I lie to you, princess?" There it is. The comment that you were expecting but didn't want to come. Your knees felt weak, with the butterflies on your stomach, but one thing never changed, your cheeks blushing. Your whole body felt warmer, and you were sure that it wasn't because of the sweater.

"Shut up, Fred!"

"Stop being an asshole!"

"Leave her alone!"

You didn't even pay attention to the rest of them, you just turned around and got inside of the store as fast as your legs could take you. A full Honeydunkes felt more attractive than being embarrassed around Fred and all of his friends.

'He acts like a Gryffindor...'

- 

The sunset is beautiful at anyway, watching it from the TV, from the Astronomy Tower, from the big windows at the common room, at any dorm, but nothing compares to the way it looks at the Black Lake. When the sky becomes orange, purple, pink, yellow until it becomes dark and the stars shining... But all this show being reflected at the waters of the lake.

And you couldn't lose it today, just like you did the whole week. Every single day, you were doing something else that would make you busy until the sunset was totally over and the unique things shining in the sky, were the stars and the moon. It wasn't an ugly view or something, but it didn't have the same magic. It's even weird using the term 'magic' while being a student at Hogwarts and actually studying everything about real magic, but seeing something that not even professor Dumbledore could do or control, was kind of natural magic...

So, you finished your essay for Potions, that was just for next week (but if you let everything for the last day, you would have to be awake the whole night and wouldn't be as good as it is right now) and went to the Black Lake. At the way there, a few people from the same house as yours tried to stop you and chat, but you just gave various excuses to not talk to anyone, so you could get to your destination in time to see the perfect sunset.

As you got to the Black Lake, you saw the twins with a few of their friends talking more like shouting, but you just wanted to enjoy the view and relax a little bit after a really busy week, that's what the end of the Fridays are for...

You sat at the grass, putting your bag down beside you and pulling out a book, that Hermione gave to you about the history of magic and it was more interesting then you could have ever imagined, to have something to do until the sunset would start. With you back resting against a tree and crossed legs, you opened your book and tried to find where you had stopped to read.

After a few minutes of silence (or just a few waves of laughter from groups of friends that probably had all of their essays' pages in white and didn't even care about it), you noticed the way that the wind started to become colder and faster, all the distant voices were becoming harder and harder to hear and understand, and the natural light from the sun was different. 

Time for the show.

You put something at your book so you would know where you stopped to read at the next time you opened the book, put it at your bag again and just looked at the sky. It first started with a mix of yellow, pink and blue, and you never felt so peaceful. Until-

"Hey, princess." You rolled your eyes, already knowing who it was. Fred already put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him and, if you weren't so relaxed with the breathtaking view and mad that he just ruined the quiet place, you would've blushed... "Enjoying the view? Because I am." You didn't even have to turn your head or take your eyes out of the coloured sky to know that he was looking and talking about you. "C'mon, not even a little red for me?" Fred continued talking, trying to get your attention. And he didn't stop there. He started babbling about anything, to see if you would blush with any of the compliments, but what you really just wanted silence. And you knew pretty well that just asking for him to stay quiet or saying for him to shut up, he wouldn't stop talking. You had to stop him at someway, and you thought about various things to say or do. And then, just one of them felt right.

You turned your head to look at him, that smiled brightly seeing that he finally got the attention he wanted, but before you could stop yourself or he could think of anything else, your hands went to his face pulled him into yours. Fred finally stopped talking when your lips touched his.

He kissed you back at the same moment he noticed that one of the two of you finally did what he was fantasizing about since he first saw you in your fourth year. Your lips were just as soft as he had imagined, but they tasted like pumpkin juice (your favourite), with a little bit of strawberries (of your gloss). While his lips fitted just as perfectly with yours as they looked like they would, with a flavour of chocolate and mint toothpaste.

You slowly pulled apart from each other, but with your noses still touching, your breaths hitting each other's mouths and lips brushing against one another, while Fred opened the brightest smile you had ever seen, just like you, but with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"You wouldn't stop talking..." You just whispered and you even thought that he didn't hear what you said, but when his cheeks became redder than his own hair, you just giggled.

'I finally acted like a Gryffindor...'

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[teaand-dreams]

Fate Does What Fate Does

Jack Kelly x Reader

Summary: People say fate works in mysterious ways. Sometimes, you just want to punch fate as hard as you can, no matter how wonderful coincidences can turn out to be. Modern newsies au

Prompts: “You’re the fucker who set off the fire alarm with your awful cooking” and “I swear I’m wearing this Batman costume because of a dare” (Prompts were found on Pinterest, they are not mine)

TW: Language, mentions of a fire alarm/burnt cooking (nothing graphic)

WC: 4k

Splatters of water tainted the glass of the building, the greys in the sky darkening in the night as the firefighters continued their murmured conversation with the landlord. Words were whispered through the wind as friends huddled together in an effort to combat the wind, but you continued to sway alone as your gaze lifted to an open window in the building from the apartment that had set off the fire alarm. It was the apartment directly above yours, and though you had never seen the tenant that lived there, you had heard the padded footsteps in the middle of the night as you hurried to finish work before sleep could claim you. You had heard the running of feet countless times as the tenant had run to answer the door, and the excited voice of someone who had ordered takeout. You had heard plenty. This was, however, the first time you had heard the screeching of a fire alarm at eight-thirty at night.

The only information your landlord had given was that the building needed to be evacuated due to a cooking incident gone wrong. The fire department had promptly been called, and people had shuffled together on the street like a heard of sheep awaiting their shepherd’s command as the firefighters had entered the building. Twenty minutes later, you shivered in the thin jacket you had grabbed to ward off the cool November air, cursing whoever lived in the apartment above you. Finals were three weeks away and you were supposed to be finishing a project worth forty percent of your grade in the warmth of your own living room, not clenching your fists to remind them of the existence of warmth as your landlord beckoned a lone figure over before turning back to the firefighters. You watched, eyes narrowing in on the hooded figure as they made their way across the lightly snow-covered pavement. In the dim evening light, you could just make out the faded letters on the back of their sweatshirt spelling the name Kelly.

Your feet moved on their own, lifting and dropping as your shoulders moved with the breeze and your eyes remained trained on ‘Kelly’, your landlord, and the firefighters. After a few minutes of what appeared to be a very tense conversation, the firefighters piled into their truck and the parking lot was emptied as your landlord shouted out that “Mr. Kelly has promised to be more careful when cooking, the building is safe, you can go inside now” at anyone who was within hearing range. You found yourself shuffling amongst the herd of tenants as the front doors opened and everyone started unconsciously heading back inside. Your landlord and Mr. Kelly had moved to the side, still talking. As you passed them, your eyes sought out Mr. Kelly. You blinked in confusion as his soulful, regretful, gaze met yours. Quickly, you forced your gaze ahead of you again, stumbling into the lobby. Hurrying toward the elevator, you shook away lingering fatigue as you thought about the late night ahead of you working on your project.

“Look, all I’m saying is technically speaking, language is man-made, thus grammar is man-made and therefore perfect grammar doesn’t exist. Because humans cannot be perfect.”

Davey’s mouth had fallen open the moment Katherine’s had shut, and his eyes widened as he comically shook his head, his face paler than it had been moments before. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No.”

Katherine simply raised a perfectly arched eyebrow in his direction over her coffee. “Why not?” Davey’s mouth opened and shut several times as his gaze, unblinking, remained on Katherine. Finally, he turned to you, sputtering as his hands shoved their way into the air.

You fought back a grin. “I think he’s trying to ask how that can be your position when you’re a journalism major.”

Katherine hummed, her nose scrunching up as her head tilted to the side. “I don’t see how the two are related.”

A squeak emitted from Davey’s mouth as his eyes widened impossibly further, his mouth opening and shutting at an accelerated pace.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Davey once more turned to you, his hands circling the air as he jabbed his head in Katherine’s direction. You could only shrug in a half-attempted apology. “Sorry, but this is the best thing I have witnessed in months.” Davey’s lips dropped into a frown in response.

Katherine shot you a grateful look before reaching over to snag a piece of bread from your plate. You watched, mouth dropping in horror as she began to tear it into miniscule pieces before dropping them onto her own plate. Your heart lurched at the loss of your food, but going out to breakfast and coffee with Katherine and Davey was a tradition you had been doing for years, and as thus Katherine had been stealing your food for years. Even as your lips formed an unspoken word, you couldn’t find it in you to actually tell her to stop. Davey said you were too coward to face the glare she would no doubt throw your way if you did ask her to stop taking your food. You had only shrugged. Katherine’s glare was a force to be reckoned with, and Davey had only needed reminding of when it was thrown his way to stop suggesting you tell her no when she grabbed your food.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Katherine shifted in her seat as her eyes dropped to avoid your gaze, “have you given anymore consideration to my offer?”

Your limbs froze as your gaze narrowed. “You mean the offer where you set me up on a blind date with one of your other friends? The offer I said I wasn’t interested in? No, haven’t thought about it since you first brought it up.”

Katherine bit her lip, her fingers still pulling pieces of bread apart over her plate as her eyes flitted up to meet Davey’s for a second. “It’s just…I get that not everyone has to be in a relationship to be happy, but…sweetie, every time we talk you mention the tenant in the apartment above yours, and I hear a lot of emotions, especially excitement and curiosity, but you never actually do anything about it. I mean, you haven’t even met him but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had a crush on the guy.”

“I do not have a crush on him!” Your cheeks grew warmer as they always did whenever Katherine started talking about anything remotely embarrassing in public.

“I think I’m inclined to agree with Y/N on this.” Katherine shot Davey an irritated glare, but he simply dropped his gaze to his coffee. “I mean, it’s hard to have a crush on someone you don’t know. Besides, the last time I remember hearing about this mysterious tenant was over a month ago.”

Katherine’s nose rose as she forced her head to the side, her eyes shutting. “Everyone was preparing for finals, maybe he was too.”

Your gaze lowered to your lap as a familiar blanket of guilt wrapped around you. Katherine and Davey were your best friends—hence why the three of you were out celebrating the end of the semester—but you had yet to tell them about the fire alarm that had been triggered three weeks prior due to a cooking accident gone wrong. Katherine and Davey were your best friends. You told them everything. And yet, every time your mouth opened to let the words out, to tell them how annoyed you had been about losing valuable time on your project, about how cold it had been in your thin jacket, the words died in your throat as that soulful, regretful, gaze pierced through your memory.

Mr. Kelly was an enigma that you had believed you were beginning to crack, but that gaze had landed in the deepest part of your soul and left you unable to think about anything except reassuring him that everything was okay just so that gaze would lift into a brighter expression. Okay, maybe Katherine was onto something with the whole “it seems like you have a crush on the guy” thing, not, you thought pointedly, that you would ever tell her that. And if that meant that every late-night experience where something that happened in the apartment above yours carried the noise of the event into your ears was a secret you refused to share with Davey and Katherine then that that’s simply what it was. Besides, it seemed as though whatever your landlord and the firefighters had said to Mr. Kelly had stuck with him—it had been three weeks since the fire alarm incident and you had yet to hear any of the tell-tale signs of life you normally did, like the rush of padded footsteps toward the door when takeout was delivered. Not that you were paying attention or anything.

“One date,” Katherine’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, and your gaze snapped to hers immediately. “One date with my friend, Jack, who I think you’ll adore. It doesn’t even have to be a date-date. If you two meet up and decide to just hang out as friends, that would be cool too.”

Your head swiftly swung left and right as Davey sputtered the coffee he had been in the middle of drinking into the air.

Katherine’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before her hands were grasping yours and she was leaning over the table. “Y/N. Please. You only ever interact with me and Davey. Go out. Meet people. You might have fun.”

“Does it have to be on a blind date with one of your other friends?” Your shoulders sagged as you caught Davey’s contemplative expression.

“You might actually get along with Jack,” Davey said. “I mean, he’s a human being so it’s not guaranteed you’ll like him and he does have qualities of all sorts, but…I roomed with him last year and he’s a pretty great guy.”

“So?”

“So…” Katherine drawled. “Meet him. Just meet him. Then go from there.”

You sighed, your eyes closing as Katherine’s fingernails dug into your palms. “You’re not giving me a choice in this, are you?”

You could feel Katherine’s grin without opening your eyes. “Nope.”

“Can it at least be after the New Year? Work gets crazy busy this time of year.”

“Sure. I’ll set it up and everything.”

That New Year’s Eve found you rushing through a grocery store in the early afternoon on a hunt for a specific brand of popcorn that no store appeared to carry, though Davey had assured you it could be found. Your apartment had been quickly stylized to host a night of games, movies, and snacks with Katherine and Davey, and you had been prepared to wait in the warmth of said apartment for the rest of the day until Davey had messaged you asking if you had popcorn. One specific brand of popcorn. Because apparently, no other popcorn could compare ever since he’d once shared it with one of his other friends. Hence, the mild curses you were throwing Davey’s way as you rushed through the store.

You skidded down an aisle, throwing your arms up and lifting your feet as your eyes registered boxes of popcorn. You quickly scanned the selection before your gaze landed on the brand you needed. One box left. You threw yourself towards it right as someone else’s hand wrapped around it and pulled it away from where it had been waiting for you.

You straightened your back and turned to face the stranger that dared take away the supposed ‘best’ popcorn that Davey had told you was a requirement for your party of three that night.

The guy holding the box blinked at you, his mouth slowly curving up as his eyes widened into a sparkle, his shoulders jostling with an unheard laugh. “What was that?” He choked out.

You scowled. “My friend told me I need to have that popcorn.”

He shrugged. “My friend told me the same thing.”

Your vision tunneled until the rest of the aisle faded. “That’s the last box.”

“You snooze you lose.”

“Is it really necessary you have it tonight?”

“Is it really necessary you have it tonight?”

The two of you stared at each other, eyes unblinking, for the better part of a minute before he sighed, tossing the box from hand to hand. “Truthfully,” he began, “I don’t see what’s so important about what brand a bag of popcorn is. Popcorn is popcorn, you know? One of my friends swears this is the superior kind though, and he texted to say that he ran out and needed some for the party tonight. The only reason I’m out scouring the city instead of my roommate is that I dared my roommate to drink a quarter cup of Tabasco Sauce while attempting to hula hoop last week and he, apparently, cannot handle hot sauce very well. So.”

You frowned, your lips parting in a question you weren’t sure you wanted to ask before you shook your head and motioned to the box of popcorn. “That sucks, but I don’t have a roommate I could have pawned this job off onto, and my friend didn’t tell me he needed this popcorn until, like, an hour ago. So.”

The guy sighed, glancing down at the bag. “Well, I guess we could always split it. Got a plastic bag or something I could pour half into?”

Against your will, a laugh found its way out of your mouth. “I don’t think my friend would appreciate that.”

He grinned. “I don’t think mine would either, but hey, since they both waited until last minute…”

You immediately shook your head. “I couldn’t do that. My friend is always super busy, I’m surprised he finds the time to eat.”

“Ah,” the guys replied. “The true college student experience.”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment longer.

“I’m Race, by the way.”

Your mouth opened in a silent question again, your eyes widening as you fought against the impulse to ask ‘who would name their child that?’ “I’m Y/N.”

Race grinned. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Here.” He held the box of popcorn out to you. You hesitantly latched onto it as he let go, his arm swinging back to his side. You pulled the box into your arms.

“Won’t your friend be mad?”

“Nah,” Race shook his head. “He’ll get over it. Happy New Year’s.”

You automatically replied as Race strolled down the aisle. You watched him go for a moment, curiosity and happiness fighting in your chest before you turned to the checkout lines. What a way to end the year. At least you got Davey his popcorn.

January quickly melted into February after that, and the new semester brought an onslaught of homework and exams. Katherine began to message you weekly with updates about your future meet-up with Jack. She explained that he had been busy working on paintings he would sell online, so he didn’t currently have time to meet you. Davey snorted when he heard that, and muttered something about how Jack was busy avoiding his classes, but you chose to ignore him as Katherine turned to glare at him.

As Jack kept busy enough to keep your meet-up in the who-knows-when-but-Katherine-swears-it-will-happen territory, Mr. Kelly’s usual signs of life began to reappear. As you would finish touching up an essay, you would hear the slow beats of a song fall through the floor of the apartment above into the ceiling of yours. As you would cook dinner you could hear the rushed footfalls and excited voices that screamed of takeout night. As such, your life moved forward. With one, noticeable change. Both Jack and Mr. Kelly were now enigmas your brain strived to solve.

Thus, you found yourself seated at a semi-expensive restaurant late February, cursing Katherine for picking a restaurant that reeked of date-night material as the location for you first meeting with Jack.

You were early, and the folded menu in your hands did little to soothe your wandering mind as you stared at the empty seat in front of you. Davey had warned you Jack had a habit of running late if he was coming from his studio, and Katherine had told you that he was spending most of his time there when he wasn’t in class or sleeping.

As you contemplated shooting Katherine a text, just to confirm what she had already told you, a waitress with a stiff smile approached and held her hand out. You stared, suddenly numb, as the person following her slid into the seat across from you. The waitress stood a moment longer, before quickly retreating to the front of the restaurant. You couldn’t find it in you to blame her.

Your mouth opened, but the person in front of you spoke before you could.

“Hi, my name is Jack, I’m hoping you’re Y/N, I’m sorry Katherine forced you to do this, and I swear I’m wearing this Batman costume because of a dare.”

You blinked, slowly taking in the cape and the weird hood with pointed tabs meant to represent pointed ears, your gaze finally landing on the clouded mask covering his eyes. You opened your mouth, but the words tangled in your throat and you found yourself taking a deep breath as he turned to the menu in front of him, flicking it open. “Yeah, okay. Um, nothing personal but I’ve seen enough movies to know that when a hero is dressed up a villain is going to appear and I’d rather not get in the middle of a fight between a mad scientist and…whatever it is that you’re supposed to be. I’m not mentally or physically prepared for that, so I’m just…gonna go.”

Jack’s head shot up, and you thought his gaze narrowed in on you, but you struggled to see his eyes behind the weird mask on his face. “But they serve chicken wings here. Though, you might be onto the mad scientist thing. They serve it with Tabasco Sauce. I’m pretty sure you can substitute a different sauce, most restaurants let you at least.”

Your shoulders shook and your spine tingled as your mind recalled New Year’s Eve and a conversation about a Tabasco Sauce themed dare involving hula hoops. “I have been wary of Tabasco Sauce for a while now,” you muttered offhandedly.

Jack hummed in agreement. “Right? I cannot do hot sauce. It does not end well. Especially after last December.”

Something in your mind clicked, and you found yourself studying Jack again. “Why are you wearing that outfit?”

He, you assumed, met your gaze through the mask. “My roommate dared me to. In our apartment if a dare is spoken it has to be completed, so. I suppose I can take the mask off though, if you’re uncomfortable with it?”

You found yourself nodding and watched as his chest heaved with a deep breath before his fingers were lifting to his face and peeling the mask away. Your eyes widened again and your mouth fell open as you stared into a gaze you had seen in your memories over and over again since November.

“You’re the fucker who set off the fire alarm with your awful cooking!”

Jack froze, his nose scrunching as his eyes landed on you. “What?”

“Last November!” Your hands flew into the air as you pointed at him, suddenly unsure of what emotion was taking control of your body. “You set off the fire alarm and the fire department was called and it was, like, almost nine at night and you had been cooking.”

Jack’s face smoothed over and he flashed a quick grin at you. “Now I remember. You live there?”

You scowled as best you could. “I was working on a project worth forty percent of my grade when you set off the fire alarm. I got a B because of you!”

Jack’s eyebrow lifted. “Well, I’m not sure I can take all the credit for that, I mean you were the one working on it at ‘almost nine at night’.”

“That’s not the point here!”

“I think it’s a very valid point and should not be ignored-”

“It was cold out!”

“Again, not sure I can take credit for that.”

You sighed again, your body relaxing as exhaustion filled your bones. “What were you even cooking?”

Jack sent a sheepish smile in your direction as he pointedly took interest in the menu in front of him again. “My roommate dared me to cook eggs until they were burned.”

“How do you set off a fire alarm by cooking eggs?”

“I’m not really sure. I didn’t mean to,” he quickly added. “They were just supposed to burn, but all of a sudden the alarm was going off and…”

“And the fire department was called,” you finished. Jack gave a brief nod. “Wow.”

“I shouldn’t have been too surprised. I mean, it was bound to happen sooner or later with all the crazy dares Race comes up with.”

“Race?” A memory flashed in your mind again, and you found yourself staring at Jack as a complete puzzle pieced itself together in your brain. “Oh my-”

“What?” Jack frowned again, and you found yourself smiling.

“Nothing. I just think you and I are about to become pretty good friends, Jack.”

“O-okay?”

“I mean, unlike some people I won’t dare you to drink Tabasco Sauce while hula hooping.”

Jack’s eyes widened. “How do you?”

“And then of course, we’ll become such good friends that you’ll have to introduce me to Race because I’m betting he has some great stories you’re going to be too embarrassed to tell me yourself. And since you already know Katherine and Davey, we can all hang out together. It’ll make occasions like New Year’s Eve easier so Race and I won’t have to worry about trying to split that weird brand of popcorn in two to appease Davey and whoever the other weirdo is. No offense if it’s you, but popcorn is just popcorn.”

Jack breathed a laugh, his eyes shutting, and you found yourself staring, memorizing, and wanting to never forget the look of happiness on his face, if only to erase the memory of his soulful, regretful, gaze that had haunted your deepest dreams since November.

“Well,” Jack finally said. “You seem to know more about my friends then I do about yours.”

You shrugged. “Katherine and Davey are kind of my only friends.”

Jack only stared at you. “Not anymore.”

The sun beat against your back as you stared up at the apartment building. Firefighters were conversing with your landlord once more. There had been a cooking accident again. In the humid July air, people stood close enough to talk but far enough away from each other they couldn’t sweat on one another.

You stood away from the large mass, your hand wrapped tightly in Jack’s as Race bristled next to you, complaining about how flammable garlic is. You forced yourself to hold back a laugh at the thought of Race’s dare. You watched as the firefighters began to pile into their truck and your landlord gave the okay to go back into the building, and your arm reached out to hold Race still before he could run away.

“No more dares involving flammable foods,” even to your own ears your voice was stern, and Race quickly nodded before pulling away. You started to follow before Jack pulled you back into him, wrapping his arms around you.

“You know,” He whispered into your hair. “The apartment is a lot safer now that you’re spending more time there.”

You hummed softly, tempted to agree. Race’s dares had gotten less drastic in the time you and Jack had officially started dating.

“What would you say about…maybe…moving in?”

You hid your grin in Jack’s shoulder as you thought about the conversation you had had with Katherine a week earlier. She had presented a list of evidence she claimed proved Jack was going to ask you that. Davey had agreed with her.

“I think,” you began, “you should ask me that while wearing the batman costume.” Jack groaned as you laughed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led the two of you back inside.

“I am never going to live that down,” he stated.

“Nope.”

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[fanfics-with-coffee]

The simple pleasures

Your friend had so kindly set you up on a date with Kuroo Tetsurou, her classmate. And it’s been going great! But after your third date, another friend alerts you to the fact that you may want to check out his twitter... where he advertises his onlyfans. Of course you had to see what was hidden behind the paywall. 

Genre: Smut, smut, oh and did i mention smut? Pairing: Kuroo x reader Kinks: Could probably consider this some voyeurism, mastrubation, oral (both ways), little bit of orgasm denial, little bit of choking, mastrubation instructions for females. Words: 6000

“This was your place right?” The car slowly comes to a stop in front of your house, right between two streetlights. They dimly light up the inside of his car making it easier to see him as he turns his head to look at you, one hand still on the wheel. You couldn’t help but notice the other was placed on his upper leg, leading your eyes to his obviously thick thighs. 

“Yeah, this is still the place! Thanks again, Kuroo.” You quickly look up at his face again while smiling. Even in this light you can see his bright, cat like eyes watching your every move with slight amusement. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand but you don’t want to make that apparent. You know that showing any sign of weakness would just make his teasing even worse.

He hums and nods his head, unbuckling his belt in one smooth move as he left his own car. You mimic him, climbing out from the warm car and out into the chilly evening air. Leaning back in, you grab your jacket before slamming the door closed. On the other side of the car, Kuroo is rummaging through his backseat, soon emerging with the giant cat plushie he had managed to win you earlier in the evening. You giggle while watching the grin on his face, still surprised by the comical size of the thing. Putting on your jacket while walking, you approach him and are about to take it out of his arms so you could carry it home by yourself. But before you could grab it, he moves it further away from you.

“Eh? You know, I’m not sure I’m ready to leave this guy with you…” He looks at the kitty plushie with a clearly fake sadness, hugging it closer to him. You just cross your arms over your chest and stare at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. Looking back at you, you see him melting a little. “Lemme walk you two to the door at least. So I can say goodbye to him properly.” 

As much as you had rolled your eyes at him, you happily have him follow you to the door. He radiates warmth despite having ditched his leather jacket in the car so you couldn’t help but drift closer to him. Absorbing his warmth before he could leave for today. This had been your third date with the man and each time it was over, you had missed him just a little more. This time had been especially fun since you hung out at the amusement park until just minutes before closing. The plushie had just been the cherry on top of a great day with an amazing guy.

“Well this is it.” You walk up to your door, fishing for your keys in your pocket. Before unlocking it though, you turn on your heel to face him, intending on grabbing Mr. Kitty. He comes strolling up to you, taking his sweet time and not so subtly soaking in your figure all the while. When he comes face to face with you you’re forced to tilt your head back a little so you could get a clear look at him. 

“I guess so.” He does his signature smirk while handing you the oversized plushie, watching you lean back before getting a good grip on it. With two hands now freed, he places one on your hip softly and slowly, keeping an eye on you in case you don’t accept his advances. You don’t shy away from his touch, having gotten used to his hands innocently touching your body throughout the day. What makes you surprised is when he brings his other hand up to cup your cheek. You feel yourself do a sharp inhale, staring into his half lidded eyes. But as he leans in, you do the same, closing your eyes.

The kiss is soft and lasts only a second before he pulls away again. Though it was quick, your whole belly was filled with butterflies fluttering around like crazy. You don’t realize you’re giving him big doe eyes until he has to cover his mouth with the side of his fist to contain a laugh. That’s when you snap out of your awed daze and lightly slap his chest.

“Sorry, sorry. You just looked so cute like that.” He has a shit eating grin while he speaks but does take a small step away from you. “I’ll text you later though so don’t ignore me. Oh and I’ll miss you.” You’re about to start blushing again at his last words until he softly grabs the back of your plushies head and kisses it's forehead. You let out an offended gasp until he laughs and does the same action to you. 

“There we go. Now you can leave.” You give him a teasing grin and he just softly shakes his head, turning to leave you. But not before he gives you a small wave, placing his other hand in his pocket. You watch him walk towards his black car, his silhouette lit up by the car's lights when he unlocks it. Even from this distance you can hear his cheery whistling. Satisfied, you turn around and finally unlock your door.

As soon as your foot hits the floor inside your home, you feel your shoulders relax and you let out a breath. As if in a trance you take off your shoes and jacket, throwing your handbag to the hallway floor with no need for it anymore. Carrying your new plushie with you, you move into your living room and throw it on the couch, your own body following soon after in the darkness. 

You cuddle up to your new found friend, his size perfect to lean on. And having been carried around by Kuroo since he won it, his scent had been rubbed off onto it. That simple fact made you smile like an idiot. You reminded yourself that you had your friend to thank for this since she had been the one to set you two up the first time. So while you move to pull up your phone, you took the time to light one of the floor lamps next to the couch and turn on the TV to fill the silence in the room. And then you sitt there, phone in hand, ready to tell your closest friends about the day you had just had.

You can barely believe your eyes as you read through the screenshot. While you had seen people sharing their onlyfans link you didn’t think anyone you knew would have one. But you shouldn’t judge it too quickly, you knew onlyfans advertised to a wide variety of people, one of them being professional trainers. Kuroo talked about his love for training… so maybe?

Now that your curiosity has been piqued you couldn’t just let it go. Sitting up properly, you type the link into your phone. Onlyfans.com/… domkuroo… That training theory didn’t sound as likely anymore. But you continue, met with the login screen. You go ahead and download the app and create your account, heart in your throat. You only pause when his subscription page popped up, your whole face lighting up by your bright screen.

$15 per month.

It wasn’t a meekly sum but was it worth it to realize what was going? Of course it was. 

Minutes later you’re allowed onto his page and you can physically feel the blood rush to your face. He certainly wasn’t a professional trainer even though you can clearly see he got the body of one. Your eyes are drawn to his profile picture even though it lacks his face. A slanted shot with just his abdomen shown thanks to him raising his black t-shirt. You can see a hint of a grin peeking out from the edge of the picture. Simple but effective. His banner was in similar spirit, three pictures of him shirtless next to each other. Two from the front and one showing off his defined back muscles, all of them with teasing or joking facial expressions. Your eyes were roaming over his pictures, eyes wide open. Three dates and you hadn’t even seen a peek of these swatches of skin but now you kinda felt like you couldn’t wait for it. 

Your phone had already buzzed a couple times, your friends messages popping up as notifications above your screen but you don’t pay them any mind. Already too absorbed in the new found treasure chest of content from one of the hottest men you’ve ever met.

Shifting in your seat, you use a shaky finger to scroll down to the first post. The content was similar to the first pictures you’d seen. Him, shirtless, in what looks to be his bathroom mirror, doing a peace sign and sticking out his tongue. The caption simply read “Don’t wanna go to class tomorrow but alas. But you guys can have a little something before I go to bed early”. Cute…

The small smile that adorns your face fell quickly when you scrolled onto the next post. Another picture but this time he wasn’t using it to show off his abs. Instead you came face to face with his bulge as it pushed against his pants, the same pants he had worn just earlier today. He used his hand to accentuate it, letting it tent between his fingers. You couldn’t help but stare, not just at the bulge but his hands. You had never gotten such a good look at them before, the long fingers with their prominent knuckles and the veins which softly protruded from his skin. You remember how they had felt against your cheek but now you imagined how they’d feel dragging across other parts of your skin. How his softly calloused hand would feel gripping your thigh, slowly and gently dragging further up and inwards… How they’d push down on your hips while his damned teasing tongue was put to better wor—

You caught your own mind wandering and how you had unconsciously pressed your thighs together in anticipation which would ultimately lead nowhere. You lick your dry lips and take a deep breath before looking at the caption. 

“Hate when this happens, any cute kitten willing to help out?” 

It was aloof, casual even. It was infuriating in the best way. You could see the amount of people who had left comments and just shook your head. You had been afraid you’d get discouraged by the whole thing, the thought of Kuroo sharing more than just… his face… had you worried. But now you just felt a sense of pride welling up in you. The way he treats you was much more intimate so there was no doubt in your mind that this little side business wouldn’t have an impact on your romantic relationship. But that also meant that you don’t have a problem enjoying this side of him as well. 

With this newfound confidence you scroll down even further, the sound of the tv just a white noise by now. It was a new format on your screen, a video. It was like a new step, a new hurdle to cross. But unlike earlier, you aren’t as hesitant. Throwing your phone on your couch, face up as you scramble to find a pair of headphones. Luckily it was just to reach over to your table, a pair of flimsy earphones haphazardly laid there. Plugging them in and putting them on, you sit down on your couch again, pulling your plushie closer as you pressed the play button, your teeth chewing softly on your lower lip.

Immersed in the video, you first heard Kuroo’s soft breathing against your ears. The camera was clumsily adjusted until his whole face was in view and he smiled, seemingly looking so it recorded properly. When he had assured himself of that, he laughed quietly and posed, letting his tongue slip past two fingers in a suggestive manner, giving the camera a wink. Your cheeks heat up again at his teasing mannerisms. 

The camera shook a little and suddenly the view switch and you almost gasp. You should’ve suspected it yet when you were face to face with his cock, it still surprised you. In the background you could see glimpses of his laptop, set up with a paused video of it of what must’ve helped him get ready. But you don’t really pay it any mind, much more focused on the center of the screen. His dick was lean and rather big, that’s your guess anyways, based on what could be seen. A vein or two decorated the shaft and a neat tuft of hair was at its base. His hand finally appeared, wasting no time in grasping his own dick. And as his thumb swiped over the tip he let out a shuddering sigh which made you tense up. 

“I remember how much you cuties liked that last video… So I’ll try to remember to talk more.” His voice filled your ears, a light growl in his voice thanks to how quietly he was speaking. “Since my voice obviously made you so horny.” It went down another octave when he spoke this time and he spoke even closer to the mic. He started to get into it, slowly jerking himself off with a steady hand. You couldn’t possibly break away from watching him now, you were too invested at this point. Your own hand had even moved down your bare thigh.

“Hah… Now if you’re gonna jerk someone off like this… Start slow. No— mgh… No stress.” —he moved his thumb over the head, you could clearly hear his voice catch in his throat— “but when you’re alone like this, it’s hard not to get impatient.” The chuckle he had started with unraveled into a throaty groan as he started to speed up his own movements. Pulling on his own member, his breathing sped up and droplets of pre-cum was forming on the tip.

“I’m not going to try and… pull something fancy this time… fuck… Sometimes just a good ol’ handy is enough, you know?” The fact that he could still joke under all this made you kinda impressed. You knew yourself that had you been in a similar position, you wouldn’t be able to make any sense. If he had you against a wall, his fingers playing with your clit as he towered over you. His other hand holding onto your wrists to force you to rely on him for pleasure. No matter how many times he’d ask what you wanted from him, you doubt you would be able to give him a reply that would satisfy. “You’d look so pretty, you know?”

Kuroo’s voice brought you back to reality and back to the video. 

“I would’ve loved to have you here, your cute… pink lips… wrapped around my cock. You’d eagerly suck it, wouldn’t you? Kitten? Ah fuck—” he slowed himself down to a crawl again. His breathing had developed into panting to the point where you could see his abdomen rising and falling. And just below the skin you could see his muscles tens and relax, trying to prolong the inevitable end. He shuddered before speaking again. “Your eyes would just beg me to fuck your face. Ask me to destroy you, use you for my own pleasures. ‘Cus you know I’d happily do the same in return.” 

He picked up his own pace again and you had unconsciously let your hand move to the button on your shorts, playing with it.

“But right now I’d love nothing more than to thread my fingers through your hair and grab it. Hold you right there as I buck my hips into that filthy fucking mouth of yours. Just imagining the sounds are getting me so… fucking close…” The way he said it went straight to your core. He was rambling and it was obvious he was going to cum any second now. You couldn’t help but hold your breath. “You’d be such a good girl and just take it—” With a sudden gasp you saw cum start to shoot from his cock but it only lasted a second until he turned the camera again. 

He had thrown his head back, the camera shaking slightly from his orgasm. His back had clearly arched off whatever he was sitting on and sweat had formed on his exposed chest and collarbone. You could even see how he jerked and twitched as his orgasm overtook him. The scene was almost hotter than the whole process of getting to it. But it didn’t last nearly as long as you had hoped it would. Catching his breath, he let his head fall to the side with a lazy, smug grin. He looked into the camera with half lidded eyes. And then the video ended.

You could barely stand this anymore. What began as a curious look into a side of a date you had never seen is ending up making you more horny than you have been in a long time. Yet you knew you couldn’t stop now just as much as you know you need to take care of yourself.

Thinking it over for just a moment, you decide that it was worth the embarrassment of facing him again after this. You turn off your phone and place it besides you on the couch before jumping up from the couch. It takes you mere seconds to pull off your top and shorts, you even take off your bra for good measure. The soft light from the lamp bounces off your skin and the sudden chill from the loss of clothes makes goosebumps appear up your thighs and arms. But your blood rush soon catches up to you and you feel comfortably warm when you sit back down on your couch. You grab your phone and in one swift motion you throw up your feet on the plush seat next to you. You positioned your gigantic cat to act as a backrest. A pleasant surprise in reaction to this was how Kuroo’s intoxicating smell now enveloped you even further. 

You push your knees together while turning on your phone again, this time fully aware of what to expect when you put in your earphones again. And you aren’t disappointed when you scroll down further, past a couple more pictures in similar fashion to the earlier content. You only stop when you see another play button on your screen. You look at the caption.

“This little thing has been highly requested so since I got some time over and I’m in dire need to release some steam I thought why not? ft. my favorite toy” Well now you have to play it.

“So here’s a little treat for all you lovely ladies.” The video started with a shot of his face and parts of his, once again, bare upper body. He was sitting in the same seat as last time, leaning back and resting his cheek on his fist. “I’ll be honest and say that is the first time I’ve instructed anyone on how to touch themsleves— Mh, wait no,”—he smiled to himself—”it’s the first time I’ve planned out the instructions ahead of time. So if you aren’t satisfied with this video, you’re very welcome to come up with a fitting punishment down in the comments. Sounds fair? ...Good. With that out of the way…” 

“Let’s play.”

Your heart catches in your throat, the daring tone in his voice making you fidgety. But it caught your attention and you were just about ready to do anything this man told you to do, as long as he did it in that deep voice of his. The screen changes and this time he was wearing a pair of black dress pants and his bright red underwear was peeking out from underneath. While restricted, you could still see that he was hard underneath the layers.

“Now I hope you’re prepared yourself, babygirl, because I’m not going to be waiting for you to get undressed. You should know what you were going to end up doing if you’re listening to me right now. So lay back… and spread your legs for me.” You sink down even further in your seat, almost laying down while letting your legs fall open without any resistance. One of your legs hit the couch back but it doesn’t bother you, you know you still have full access to everything you need. He shifted his legs a little, spreading them even more. While doing so, he managed to unbutton his pants and slowly pull the zipper down.

“Good girl. Now use one of your hands and just let it slowly move down your soft belly.” You obediently do as you are told, watching him as he hooked his thumb in his underwear. He probably knew anyone watching would be anticipating this moment so he made sure to take his sweet time pulling them down. You even caught yourself licking your lower lip without thinking when you finally saw the swollen head of his cock. It is almost embarrassing how much he affects you but you are shameless right now. And as his whole length sprung free, bouncing up thanks to it's new found freedom, your eyes follow it. But you aren’t the only one affected by this move, Kuroo groaned quietly when the fabric rubbed against his crotch. He didn’t care enough to take off his garments and instead pulled them down just enough for them to get out of the way. 

“When you get to your sweet spot I want you to just lightly tease your slit with one finger. Don’t press too hard or you’re gonna ruin the whole fun here. And we’re here to have fun aren’t we?” The smile on his face could be heard through his voice. He reached his hand somewhere off screen and when it came back in frame, you could see something liquid and shiny on his fingers. It became obvious what it was when he carefully smeared it over his shaft. He took a sharp intake of air through his teeth before relaxing and letting it out again. “Ah crap… So cold… You girls have it way easier, you get so damn wet on your own.” 

“Speaking of wet, why don’t you finally dip a finger into yourself? And maybe even a second one. Rub them on either side of your clit and that little hole of yours. Don’t touch them though, got it?”—he pauses for a second—”It’s almost funny how quickly you melt for me. How easily you’re following my instructions.” He was calling you out. But you couldn’t help but do as he said, your fingers slipping under your underwear almost too easily. He had begun slowly stroking his own dick in a steady pace while he was talking, once in a while teasing the head like he had done in the earlier video.

“It’s so cute… I love when you listen to me like this. When you trust me enough to let me do this to you. It makes me want to push you down a little, see how much you can take. How much you’ll let me use and abuse you. So rub your clit for me, kitten. Slow circles. Don’t get impatient, I’m not there to stop you today. But maybe that’s good, I could probably keep you in that limbo until you’re crying and begging me to fuck you.” The chuckle he made after was tethering on being evil, as if the thought of your desperate cries was amusing to him. It was kinda hot. 

The comment bounces around in your head, the thought of him pushing you to the edge like that. Maybe he’d do it in the back of his car, the one he took you home in. Parked just outside your house after a date, you two would be crammed into the back. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, the blood rushing to your head from the angle he was holding them up at. Your hands were pushing against the door from the inside, stuck staring at him as he ate you out. Slowly and calculating. He was taking his sweet time with you, his tongue gently circling your bundle of nerves. He was doing it hard enough to make your hips twitch and your mouth whine but not enough to rile you up further than that. If you were starting to zone out too far he’d introduce his fingers to you again. Pushing two inside with ease and fucking you with them until you were raising your hips even further and about to cum. Then he’d pull away fully, leaving you to fall from your high in the matter of seconds. All because he wanted you to watch him properly as he made it all start over again. 

“Rub faster now. I want to see you unravel before me... Now I should probably tell you that I expect that you wait for my permission to cum. It’s important that you do so or I’ll end up having to make a punishment video for you as well. Or maybe that’s more your style.” He could barely even laugh at his own comments anymore. He had been increasing his own pace along with you and the heavy breathing had just kicked into full effect. “Maybe you’re the type to smile while I tie you up. Get excited at the thought of cum denial and pain. At being gagged and fucked raw until you’re sore.”

He spent another moment just jerking off, letting you take care of yourself. All the while he was letting out quiet groans and pleasured sighs which were all clearly picked up by his microphone. 

“And stop.” —He quite suddenly, and almost hesitantly, let go of his own cock— “I told you not to get impatient didn’t I? Now take a deep breath and let’s try that again.” You mindlessly followed, removing your hand from your pussy, a trail of your own wetness connecting your fingers to your pussy lips. But you aren’t happy, you may have listened but you frown at his sudden demand. 

While you were busy pouting, he had reached over to somewhere off screen again. Once you had gotten over your own annoyance you realize what he was holding when his hand came back into frame. You haven’t seen any in real life but you knew what the toy he had mentioned in his caption was now. A translucent pocket pussy. The obscene nature of it would make you blush if you weren't already burning up. 

“Let’s finish this, eh?”—he cleared his throat before speaking again—”Take a finger and slowly start fucking yourself with it. Use two if one doesn’t suffice. And well if you have a dildo, I’m sure you know what to do with it. Oh but please... don’t imagine it’s me fucking you.” The sarcasm dripping from his voice would’ve annoyed you if you weren’t in the position you were in now. Because right now, you would love nothing more than for him to fuck your brains out. But like he told you to, you can only do it slowly for now. He seemed to keep that in mind as well when he pushed his dick into the toy, slowly letting it take him to the hilt.

“Because I’m certainly not imagining that this is you right now. Slowly pushing yourself down onto my cock, moaning like a bitch in heat. And then back up again just to let yourself  slide back down. Over… and over… getting faster each time. Hah...I’d help you of course, I’d grab your ass and set the pace.” He was quickening his own pace in time with his talking and you followed suit without being instructed to do so. You are getting too invested in the fantasy, his words turning into vivid images in your head.

You could almost feel his dick pounding into you, filling you. And how his big hands fit on your hips. You could remember how it felt when he did so earlier while he kissed you. But the kiss you were imagining now was much more sinful. Tongues intertwined in open mouth kisses, only broken by your own moans. The sound of skin hitting skin was clear in your head, the pacing matching your own fingers thrust. He wasn’t soft or careful like he had been with you during the day, behind closed doors he was rough and raw. No longer afraid to leave marks of his fingers on your hips or a red handprint on your ass. It exhilarated you, how calculated yet reckless each move he made on you was. 

“Fuck yourself, just like you— F-fuck… like you think I’d fuck you. And now a little faster than that, I don’t think you really understand just how badly I need you right now, kitten.” You can barely even think for yourself anymore, you don’t need to. You have a faraway look in your eyes while staring at the screen, watching him pump himself with the toy. Strings of lube connecting his skin and the silicone together with each thrust, the sound perfectly mimicking that of skin against skin. Even the clothes he had pulled down didn’t go unstained, making the scene even more pornographic. 

His erratic thrusts were a clear indication of how close he was getting again. The grip on his toy was growing tighter too and you wish you could feel how desperate he was. He would grab a fistful of your hair close to your scalp and pull, forcing your head back and breaking your open mouthed kisses. His need to claim you as his too great, manifesting in the licks and bites he made along your neck and collarbone. The sweet pain of creating a hickey mixed with his powerful thrusts into you was overwhelming.

“I’m s-so close…” You told him in your head, your hands mentally grabbing at his shoulders to keep yourself steady. 

“I… Hah… mgh-!..I know you’re getting there, babygirl. Let me count you down… I don’t care how you fucking do it, but I need you to cum on 5. Can you do that for me?” He asked and you nodded vigorously, your back arching off the couch. You didn’t care that he couldn’t hear you, you replied like a good girl should. “G-good.”

“5”

You closed your eyes, too overwhelmed by his, or rather your own, actions. But in your mind he was counting you down, a dangerous grin on his face when he looked up at you above him. He had purposely slowed himself down to make sure you could last the whole time without cumming. 

“4”

He let go of your hair, instead moving his hand to hold it around your throat loosely. Meeting his eyes it was as if they were glowing in the low light, watching your rapidly rising and falling chest. His other hand was firmly placed on your hip, helping you bounce on his dick. Your hands holding his shoulders were grabbing on harder.

“3”

The number left his lips and he started to speed up your movements, the wet slapping sound getting louder. Your moaning was starting to match those you hear in pornos, sweet and needy. His own voice sounds strained when he speaks again.

“2, you’re doing so well, pretty girl”

There was a small smile on your lips at his words but it was interrupted by his thumb pressing down on your clit. It started rubbing the nerves frantically, no longer concerned by how long you were supposed to last. He trusted that you could hold yourself. 

“1”

You were chasing your release, eagerly fucking yourself on his dick. He sped up his thumb as it was working on you while he happily watched yourself lose your mind thanks to purely his voice and your own need to please him. 

“Fuck! Cum for me—!”

You can’t see him cum, but you swear you can feel it. And as you do, your own orgasm comes washing over you like a tidal wave, hitting your hard and fast. Your whole body tensed up and you pushed your thighs together, curling up instinctively. The whole room was warm and your panting mixed in with the murmurs of the people on the TV. You rubbed your clit slowly, riding out your own high in a daze, lips parted while you twitch. 

Kuroo’s heavy breathing finally registers in your brain and you focus on the video again. He had flipped the camera to his face again and you were glad he did. He looked pretty fucked up himself, a similarly dazed look in his eyes while he recouped. But when he wetted his own lips, he seemed to regain control and energy enough to laugh at himself.

“Ho-o-oly crap, well that wasn’t too bad. I wasn’t sure how much I would enjoy that but I’m not gonna lie, that was really good.” —he stretched his neck muscles, tilting his head from side to side—”I’m gonna need to go lie down a bit and drink some water… You do the same, stay hydrated. And uh, right, comment underneath if you enjoyed this or if I need to make a… punishment video. But anyways, I’ll catch you guys later. Heh..” 

With a final smile, the video ends and you are left alone in your home. But you don’t feel alone, you are honestly still exhilarated. Maybe it was because you just came but maybe it was because you now had a hint of what to expect if you and Kuroo got serious and you loved it. The fact that you so easily obeyed everything a guy who didn’t even know you were watching said to you was a sign of the confidence he had with every command he told you to follow. And you loved that about him.

But what now? You knew of this side of him, should you bring it up? Or act like nothing had happened, as hard as that would be.

You let the thought simmer in your head as you get up, grabbing your clothes from the floor on the way to clean yourself up in the bathroom. You make quick work of it, tired from the whole experience. But as you splash some water in your face, you hear a notification go off on your phone. Curious, you look at the locked screen.

“Onlyfans: Domkuroo just posted something! Be the first to check it out!”

Your stomach does a flip as you read the banner and without thinking, you unlock your phone to check the new post.

Another picture post, this time he was in his car. The lights were turned on in it which lit up the photo, giving it a yellow tint. It was of his crotch, the zipper of his black pants pulled down and his white boxer briefs were clearly tented and pushing against the fabric. It couldn’t be anything other than a hard on being displayed. 

It made your breath catch in your throat as you realize the implications of the post. Your suspicions were confirmed once you read the caption.

“I blame her and her soft lips for this. Can’t get it outta my head.”

You can’t ignore this. It took you mere seconds to find his number in your phone and while still riding your confidence high, you call him. It beeps twice before you hear him pick up.

“Hey, y/n. Isn’t it a bit late, what’s up?” His voice was breathy and a little quiet, it reminds you of the way he sounds in his videos. Maybe you interrupted him while he was—? No… But the thought makes you blush.

You had to take a deep breath before you responded to him, going over what you wanted to say once more in your head before speaking.

“I’ll happily take the blame for your situation, Kuroo.” You feigned confidence but your heart feels like it was going to beat out your chest. Now he just needs to understand what you meant, but you doubted you had to worry.

“Huh—? Oh.”—His voice went down an octave when he spoke again—”Oh, is that so? Well why don’t I come pick you up again so you can take responsibility for this, kitten?” Despite how teasing he sounds, you can see a grin form on your own face in the mirror at the suggestion.

“Pick me up in 30.”

“Got it.”

[henrycavillobsessed]

A Very Happy Birthday

Henry x reader

Summary: it's your birthday and Henry pulls out all the stops, with a very special surprise at the end.

Words: 1634

CW: one f-word, mentioning of nudity, talk alluding to sex, but it's mainly just absolute fluff.

Notes: this fic was inspired by the fact that it's my birthday tomorrow (September 27th) and what better way to spend it than with Henry? 😅 I hope you all enjoy!

On the morning of your birthday, you were awoken by a bear leaping onto your chest.

“What the fuck… Kal!” you laughed. The akita continued his assault by licking you all over your face, and then he flopped onto his back, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he gave you a lopsided grin. You were giving Kal a tummy rub when Henry walked in to the bedroom. He laughed when he saw you both on the bed.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said, leaning against the door frame, “and happy birthday!”

You beamed up at him, admiring the fact that Henry looked so good despite the early hour of the morning. His dressing gown was open slightly at the neck, and his dark curls were slightly damp, giving away that he’d just had a shower after working out. He looked downright yummy.

“Thank you!” you replied. “are you coming back to bed?”

Henry replied by removing his dressing gown, confirming your suspicion that he was naked underneath. You scrambled back to make room for him in the bed. Kal sat up and looked at Henry with an expression that quite clearly stated that he was going nowhere.

“It’s okay boy, you can join the cuddle too,” Henry said, scratching Kal behind the ears.

As you lay there, with your head on Henry’s chest, encircled in his strong arms, and Kal the dog curled up behind you, you felt so content. You were just dozing off again when Henry gently released you and made to get up. You pouted, and he laughed.

“Come on princess, we can’t spend all day in bed!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s your birthday, and I have plans for you,” Henry said with a wink, before swooping down and picking you up with complete ease. He set you down and handed you your robe.

“I’ll meet you downstairs in the kitchen,” he said, kissing you before leaving the room, Kal following behind.

After a quick shower and freshen up, you entered the kitchen, your face breaking into a huge smile as you took in the scene in front of you. Henry was stood at the breakfast bar, with Kal sat at his feet. Behind him was a collection of multi-coloured balloons, surrounding two bigger balloons shaped into the number of your new age. On the counter was a small pile of parcels wrapped in shiny silver paper. All your favourite breakfast foods were laid out beautifully before you as you took a seat at the bar. You reached for the coffee, as Henry sat down next to you; Kal wandered off to his bed near the window.

“This is all so lush, Henry, thank you!” You kissed him, and felt the smile against his lips.

“You’re very welcome. Shall we eat?”

After demolishing your birthday breakfast, you opened the gifts that were on the counter. Henry’s gifts, as ever, were both thoughtful and entertaining. He laughed as you kissed him after opening each one, forever saying thank you.

“You don’t have to thank me, princess, today is your day. Consider me your faithful servant, here for your every need!” Henry bowed comically.

“Hmm, anything?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Anything,” Henry confirmed. “Although save your thoughts for the bedroom later. It’s time to go out!”

You pouted again, but only half-heartedly, before jumping down from the breakfast bar to go and get dressed.

As birthday days out went, this one was just perfect. You both went into the city, him dressed in his casual jeans, his favourite t-shirt and a baseball cap, you in skinny jeans, knee-high boots and a simple black t-shirt underneath a long cardigan. Autumn was in the air, and leaves fell in a range of colours as you strolled through the park. You then spent the day shopping for new clothes, enjoying a lovely lunch in a little café, and then wandered around your favourite museum, holding hands and just enjoying listening to Henry’s voice as he told you stories and gave you his opinions in the art gallery. The smile didn’t leave your face all day. As you waited for a cab to take you home, Henry surprised you with a romantic kiss, dipping you low towards the pavement, earning applause and whistles from the crowds walking around you. Henry laughed at your blush; he loved doing that to you in public.

As you entered your home, Henry told you to go sit down as he made you both a cup of tea. You agreed, feeling a little wiped out from your busy day. You both then spent the next hour watching Netflix, cwtching on the sofa, joined, of course, by Kal. Again, just as you felt yourself drifting off, you felt Henry move.

“Y/N,” he said gently. “It’s time to get ready for dinner.”

You look up at him.

“You mean there’s more to today?” you asked.

“Yes of course!” Henry smiled. “Go on, get ready. No need to rush, there’s plenty of time.”

“What shall I wear?”

“I want you to go all out. I’ve booked a table at your favourite restaurant, that should give you an idea,” Henry said.

You jumped up from the sofa, leapt into his arms and planted a kiss on his cheek. Your tiredness was replaced from excitement, and you ran off towards your closet.

You stared at the rails of clothes in front of you, trying to find something both pretty but comfortable enough to wear all evening and eat in. You finally found it- a beautiful evening gown, the colour of sapphires. You spent some time taming your hair into an elegant up-do, and doing your make-up, and then you were ready. You smiled at your reflection, feeling glamorous.

As you descended the stairs, your steps faltered a little as you took in Henry waiting for you down in the hall. He was dressed to seriously impress, in one of his most handsome tuxedos in dark blue. His hair was styled, and he’d shaved. Times like this you had to pinch yourself on how lucky you were to be with such a beautiful man. It pleased you to see that you were having the same effect on him.

“Y/N,” Henry walked forward to take your hand, sweetly kissing it. “You look absolutely breath-taking,”

“Thank you Mr Cavill, you don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied cheekily.

“Hmm,” Henry smiled. “Are you ready for dinner?”

You nodded, and Henry led the way to the town car waiting on the curb outside.

As you walked into the restaurant, you were greeted by a wall of noise.

“SURPRISE!”

Henry laughed joyfully at the look on your face. Inside was full of friends and family; Henry had rented out the whole place for the evening. You hugged Henry hard, and then bounded off to greet everyone.

What followed was one of the best meals of your life. The food was fantastic, and the wine was flowing. As the night went on, the conversation and the party got rowdier. Being surrounded by all of your favourite people made what already was the best day even better. You didn’t think you could love Henry any more; he’d really covered all the bases.

As you were talking to one of your girl friends, Henry joined you.

“Could I borrow Y/N for a minute?” he asked you friend.

She smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course,”

Henry turned to you.

“Take a walk with me?” he said, offering you his arm. You took it, smiling warmly, and Henry led you both out to the restaurant’s secret back garden.

The garden was one of the main reasons why this place was one of your favourites. It reminded you a fairy garden; there was a pond with lilies floating on the surface, and beautifully cut hedges surrounded it with marble benches spread out along them. Henry sat you down on one of the benches, but instead of sitting down, he got down on one knee in front of you instead. You gasped, one hand flying up to cover your mouth.

“Y/N,” Henry began. “You are the other half of me. I didn’t think I’d ever love anyone as much as I do you. You complete me in every sense of the word, and I can’t think of my life without you in it now. Will you do me the honour of marrying me and becoming my wife?”

He then produced a box from the inside pocket of his jacket. Inside was the most stunning ring you had ever seen; silver, with diamonds along the band and a sapphire set in the center.

Tears were streaming down your face. It took you a minute to gather yourself and reply.

“Yes, Henry, yes I’ll marry you!”

The smile that graced Henry’s face was just breath taking. He took you in a consuming kiss, and lifted you up and spun you around, both of you laughing loudly, happily.

As you both walked back into the restaurant, now as an engaged couple, you were again met by a cacophony of noise; cheers and applause surrounded you as your nearest and dearest congratulated you. Somebody popped open a bottle of champagne, and the night passed by in a whirl of bubbly, laughter and contentment.

Later, as you and Henry were lying in bed in each other’s arms, he gently placed a kiss on your temple.

“Have you had a happy birthday my love?” he whispered.

“Yes Henry,” you replied, cuddling in closer to him. “I have a had a very happy birthday.”

“Hmm,” he replied, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes closing sleepily.

As you finally started to fall asleep too, you thought to yourself that you’d never had a happier birthday. You drifted off, still smiling.

[demivampirew]

Kalentine’s Day

Henry x Plus-Size Reader

You can find more of my writings in the Masterlist

This was a request from @born2stronger : “what about if Henry meets reader through Instagram (we all know sometimes he checks on the comments) so reader gets his attention and he messages her.”   I hope you like it. 😊

Triggers: Fat- shaming; talking about the lost of a pet; feeling of nostalgia.

Tag list: @lunedelorient​​ @henrythickcavill​ @wolvesandhoundshowltogether​ @mary-ann84​ @desperate-and-broken​ @peakygroupie​ @summersong69​ @ivvitm1109​ @madbaddic7ed​ @iloveyouyen​ @the-soot-sprite @hell1129-blog​

"Happy Valentine's day everyone! For all of my fellow single pringles out there, you don't have to be in a relationship to enjoy today, it's about Love. Enjoy seeing others in Love, love your friends, your family, and especially yourself. #Kal #ValentinesDay #BestDogEver #KalentinesDay"

Henry wrote and posted the picture of Kal laying on the bed with a rose on his Instagram account.

Nostalgia hit him hard later that day. He wasn't in a rush to get back on the dating game, especially not after a recent disappointment with a lady, but he missed celebrating that day with a woman he would care about. He starting to imaging how that day would've been if there was someone special in his life: he'd had made breakfast for her to eat on the bed; he'd taken a stroll down the park after that, to enjoy the beautiful morning. They'd have had lunch in someplace fancy, then watch a movie and he'd prepare her favourite dish for dinner and he'd finish the day by making her feel unique. Every woman in his life was unique on his eyes, for best or for worst. That thought made him sigh deeply for what he decided to check some comments on his post. Cheeking comments on his photos was his guilty pleasure. He loved the nice comments and would laugh out loud whenever there were thirsty comments; some were a bit distasteful, others were cute and there were others that were so odd that made him chuckled.

As he was scrolling through comments, one caught up his attention. "@(your username) "KalentinesDay" you cracked me up, Mr Cavill! But I'd like to differ with the BestDogEver one; I love Kal, he's awesome, but my dog is...was the best. I lost him two days ago and I felt like my world crushed for I've had him since I was a kid. Being there holding his paw as the doctor put him down due to disease was the worst thing I've ever experienced. Sorry for ruining the mood, but thank you for the post, it lighted up my day! Have a nice KalentinesDay, Sir." He felt so bad for that person, so he entered her profile and hit the message option. "Hi Y/N. I saw your comment and I just wanted to say how sorry I'm that you lost your beloved companion. I've had Kal for a few years and I cannot even bear the thought of losing him, so I cannot imagine how must feel to lose your pal who's been there most of your life. Be strong. I'm sending you virtual hugs and lots of love. I hope you get better soon." After sending her the message, he checked her account for he saw a recent post with a picture of a lovely dog. It wasn't a mixed breed. It was a rescued dog. She talked so fondly of him, remembering the first day she met him and a few adventures they lived together. The stories warmed Henry's heart yet saddened him, knowing that his light had extinguished. There were a lot of pictures of her dog on her account and pictures of books and movies. Funny enough, most of the books she talked about were some of his favourites and the ones that he hadn't read, he took screen captures so he wouldn't forget to check them out. One of the movies she posted about was Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice and he had to see her thoughts on it. She agreed that the whole Martha plot was absurd, but the thing that bothered her the most, and in her opinion ruined the movie a little bit, was the fact that Doomsday was on the final trailer, for the movie would have been higher rated from her if she'd already known that he was going to show up. Yet, she disagreed with all the hate and the thought that the movie was bad: "It could've been better? Sure, Was it horrible? Absolutely not," "If it is too dark for you, don't watch it, period. Mr Snyder understands the soul of DC Comics. Dc is not lighthearted, accept that and move on" she wrote. Henry was too tempted to like the post and reply, but he decided that it was best not to do it. She didn't have many pictures of her, but he found one from two years ago. In the picture, she was standing to a bride and she hugging her. She had a pink dress on. Henry looked at her cute smile and was stunned by her beauty. In the caption of the photo, she wrote " Ignore my ugly fat ass... focus on my beautiful sister who just got married to her Charming Prince! Congrats, babe! Love you a lot and wish you a lifetime of nothing but happiness! ♥" Henry liked the picture and went straight to the comment section and wrote "You look gorgeous. I hope their love story is a good one and lives on." and press send. He was so caught by her, that without even noticing it, he went through every single post on her account, like all the photos she was in and same with pictures of books, movies and albums he liked.

He was having dinner with Kal when he noticed that he had a reply on IG. When he opened, he saw it was from the girl with the mesmerizing smile. "I think I should call the police, I have a stalker, 👀 😂" she wrote. "Thank you so much for the mood busting. It means a lot. He brought a lot of light to my life and it's hard to have to say goodbye." she confessed, "but instead of lying in bed crying, I'm going to use that energy to give love to another animal in need, that's what my baby would have wanted, I know it in my heart." she finished. Henry didn't wait for a second to answer her, even if that meant that his food would get cold. "Absolutely! Any animal would be lucky to have you as their momma." he assured, "Sorry for that, I didn't mean to be a creep. I swear I'm nice. I'm Superman" he joked. After a few moments, the girl messaged him again "Superman killed Zod, so...👀😜 ". "Low shot. Also, Zod was a villain" he went on with the conversation. " How do you know that I'm not a villain?" she joked, "Because villains don't love puppies" he grinned like an idiot in love as he pressed send. "Cruella did, though, 👀 😂" she said; "Touché. But I'm sure you're not a villain, you are too cute for that" he explained. "That'd be the perfect cover for a conquer the world masterplan, don't you think? To have everyone trust me and love me for me to be easier to control them?🤔" "Alright, you convinced me. You're the evilest villain in history. So, I should fly to wherever you are and get you." he playfully told her. "And I didn't want to sound creepy 😂. My apologies if my humour seems creepy," he apologized. "I think your humour is genius and I find it cute, no creepy," she pointed out. "Cute enough to meet me in person? 👀" he asked. "Absolutely," she accepted his invitation. "When are you free?" she questioned. Henry looked at the clock, it was 7:30 pm. "I'm free right now if you can." Henry offered, "Do you live in London?". "From the last couple of years, yes. I moved with my mom after my parents got divorced. She's was born here... I mean, yes, I live in London, sorry for the unnecessary information," she requested his forgiveness. "There's no need to apologize. I like getting to know more about you." he explained " Do you want to go to Mark's Club restaurant? It's a nice and quiet place where we can have a nice conversation" he proposed "I think I can get a last-minute reservation since I'm a member of the club." he informed her.  "Sure, I'm going to get ready. Tell me if you get the reservations or we can go anywhere else, I'm sure there are plenty of nice places to eat where there are tables available 😊" she said. "Great, I'm calling them right now!" Henry exclaimed excitedly and went into his phone contact list and press the dial button. He was lucky enough that the manager was a Superman fan and was quite fond of him, so he agreed to reserve a table for him in the busiest night of the year for restaurants. He shared the information to her and went to change as well. He put a white sweater and a nice pair of black pants on and black shoes. A grey blazer was his coat of choice.

He asked for her address to pick her up, but she opted for meeting at the club and he accepted because he understood that maybe she felt unsafe by giving her living information to a stranger. He couldn't lie that this gave him enough time to leave Kal with his friend Ben.

He waited for her inside the restaurant for there were paparazzi outside the place. Mark's Club was an exclusive place where many celebrities choose to eat in, especially in such occasions like Valentine's day - Guy Ritchie and his wife choose that place to spend the night and so did David and Victoria Beckham. Both couples came to greet him as soon as they saw him. His table was about to be ready and she wasn't there yet. He checked for messages on his IG but there were none. Has she stood him up? That'd have broken his heart; no because someone rejected him, but because she did it. He thought that he was losing his mind: being afraid that a girl he met that day on the internet might have played a prank on him and make him believe that she was interested in him.

When he saw that it was 10 pm, he decided that it was better to inform the host of the club that he wouldn't need a table after all. He was about to get up when behind him a female voice called his name. He turned around and stood, speechless. A beautiful woman on a red dress was standing in front of him, showing that glorious smile that captivated him ours ago on his phone.

- I'm so sorry I'm so late.- you apologized profusely - It took me ages to find a cab and then I've spent literally thirty minutes outside trying to get in because paparazzi were being annoying and would get in the way for me to get in.-she explained. - No worries!- he assured her- Honestly, I was a bit afraid that I've had been stood up.-he confessed, styling his hair backwards with his hand. - Absolutely not! I don't particularly enjoy pranks. Especially not in niece people like you.- she smiled and his legs were shaking.

At that moment the waiter approached you to let you know your table was ready. Henry said "Ladies first" indicating you to go first into the table area. The place was elegant. Henry waited behind your chair and as you sat in, he pulled it close to the table. He sat in front of you, grinning like the devil. That charming smile took your breath away.

Every word that came out of your mouth amazed him for your charisma and intelligence. You were not only funny, smart, confident but also beyond beautiful. He knew that wasn't love at first sight, but he could see himself falling deeply in love with you.

Halfway through the dinner, Henry finally noticed that lots of costumers were watching them. He found that odd since he was a regular there and there were plenty of celebrities on that place that night -some way more famous than him.

- I apologized if you feel uncomfortable with people watching us. Usually, they barely look at me. They know I'm an actor, but these fancy folks don't care much for Superheroes.- he explained. You looked at him with a smirk. - They're not looking at you, they are looking at me.- you pointed out. - Are you famous?- he asked confused and you chuckled because he meant it and it wasn't sarcasm. - Yes, I'm Ashley Graham.- you joked and his expression showed ignorance; he didn't know who she was.- She's a model.- you explained and he laughed apologizing for his lack of knowledge on current pop culture. He was beyond cute.- No, I'm not famous. They're looking at me because I'm "fat"; I'm a plus-size woman and they probably can't understand why are you having dinner with me.- you said and smiled- In another point of my life this would have hurt. It did for a long time. Whenever I'd be in a date with a thin man, people would look at us as if they were thinking out loud that he was too good for me, that he could do so much better than a fat girl. Thankfully I'm no longer in a place in which I'd blame myself for their judgement. I'm who I am and I'm ok with that. They can look all they want, they don't mean anything to me.-you shrugged- But, I need to know if that bothers you. I won't judge you if you are not into me. Maybe I'm confusing things, but the fact that you made a last-minute appointment for dinner on this day is because you have some kind of interest on me and I do for you too. I'm in for getting to know each other and maybe be something if we feel it later on. But if that's the case, if I got things wrong and you are not interested in my, just tell me. It's ok and we can be just friends if you want. All I ask from you is not to waste my time. Don't get me to grow feelings for you if you have no intention in returned them.- you requested. Henry went silent for a moment. Then he put his hand on top of yours, grabbed it and kissed it. He grinned and replied, "You got it right, gorgeous."

The dinner continued with you two laughing, drinking fine wine and having delicious desserts. You tried to grab the check but he took it so fast that you barely saw it. "I'll pay next time. That's the condition for me going out again with you" you indicated firmly and he agreed.

As you were about to leave, he noticed you didn't have a coat. "I was so hurried that I forgot to grab one" you explained and he immediately took off his and gave it to you, despite you telling him that you were ok, and helped you to put it on. He held your hand to walk outside, not caring if paparazzi took photos of you and he called a cab for you. It was easier for famous people to get a ride, you noticed. He drove you to your place and walk you to the door. He was much taller than you, so he leaned in to kiss your cheek and kissed your hand as well. Henry promised to call you the next day and walked towards the car. You reminded him of his coat and he asked you to keep it safe for him until next time you saw him. With a big smile, he got in the car and after you entered your place, you heard the cab left.

[livesincerely]

it’s beginning to look a lot like...

Part 3 of the Domestic AU, found here: x

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The First Christmas

“Jack!” There’s an excited shout, tiny hands slapping excitedly at his shoulders. “Jack, wake up, it’s Christmas!”

Jack jolts awake. The room is shadowed in blues and grays, the air cool and crisp the way it only is in the very early hours of the morning. Tony is kneeling on the mattress next to him, tugging insistently at Jack’s shirt sleeve.

“Wake up, Jack! It’s Christmas!” Tony says again, eyes wild with joy, shaking Jack once more.

“Christmas!” Charlie echoes, crawling up onto Jack’s bed as well, his hair sticking up on one side from where he slept on it. “Christmas!”

“Alright, alright,” Jack says, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand. “I’m gettin’ up, give me a sec.”

Jack throws back the covers and swings his legs over the side, then lets the boys lead him into the hallway. Tony and Charlie hop and skip around him like the pair of tripping hazards they are, nearly breathless in their enthusiasm, stopping every now and then to throw Jack a pleading look or pull on his arm, urging him to move faster.

“Jack, are there presents? There are, right?” Charlie asks, his crutch knocking against the baseboards as he wiggles around.

“Or did you forget?” Tony cuts in, his face screwed up in the sort of perfect seriousness that only a six-year-old old can manage. “You can tell us if you forgot, we’ll still love you, promise.”

“I didn’t forget anything, numbskull,” Jack says, ruffling Tony’s hair. “I just knew better than to leave your presents layin’ around ‘cause you’d find ‘em an’ open ‘em early.

Jack wanders over to the cupboard and pulls out a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter, then goes over to the fridge and grabs a jar of jelly. Behind him he hears Charlie hiss, “See, I told you there was presents!”

“So, where are they?” Tony eagerly asks, looking at Jack like he might whip a couple of gifts out of his pockets.

“Hey, breakfast first, then presents,” Jack says, popping a few slices of bread into the toaster and pulling the lever down. “Don’tcha know ya can’t open Christmas presents on an empty stomach?”

For a moment it looks like Tony might argue, but he obediently climbs up to sit next to Charlie at the kitchen table, kicking his legs impatiently back and forth as he waits.

“Charlie, do you want jelly or peanut butter on your toast?” Jack asks.

“Can I have one jelly an’ one peanut butter?” Charlie says.

“Sure, bud.”

“I jus’ want peanut butter,” Tony announces, like this is new information. “Jus’  peanut butter.”

“I know, Tony,” Jack says with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, I won’t let any jelly touch your toast.”

Jack makes quick work of fixing the boys’ food, then reaches into a drawer and grabs a few napkins for them to use, making a mental note to swing by the McDonald’s up the block and grab some more, and maybe a few extra sleeves of plastic silverware while he’s at it.

“What do we think boys?” Jack asks, turning on the tap. “Red cups or blue cups?”

“Don’t we got any juice?” Tony asks. “I want juice.”

“We only have two juice boxes left,” Jack says. “You can have yours now if you want, but then you won’t be able to have any juice with dinner.”

Tony considers this conundrum very carefully. “Yeah, okay. Red cup, then.”

“Red cup for Tony,” Jack repeats, filling up a plastic cup with water and setting it next to him. “How ‘bout you Charlie?”

“Red, please!” Charlie chirps, just as Jack knew he would.

“And a red cup for Charlie,” Jack says, placing a second cup next to him.

Jack fills his own glass, then pops two more pieces of bread in the toaster for himself, leaning with a hip against the counter as he waits for it to finish. Tony and Charlie scarf down their toast like they’re starving for it, clearly eager to get to presents, and Jack calls, “Hey, slow down over there, you’re s’pposed to chew your food before you swallow it.”

“Jack,” Tony whines out the moment he chokes down his last bite. Both sides of his mouth are coated in crumbs and smudges of peanut butter. “Can we open presents  now? ”

“Wipe your face,” Jack reminds him, adding a smear of jelly to his own slices of toast. “And your hands.”

“But can we?” Charlie asks, rubbing at his mouth with a napkin too. “Can we, can we, can we?”

“Well, I dunno...” Jack says, pretending to think it over. “Maybe we should wait a few more hours, make sure the Christmas spirit’s really sunk in…”

“Jack!”

“Okay, hold your horses,” Jack says, laughing. “We’ll open presents, just give me a second to grab them.”

He takes a step, then reconsiders. “Hey, close your eyes,” Jack instructs. “Shut ‘em really tight, okay? Peekers don’t get presents.”

Jack waits for them both to cover their eyes, then lifts up on his toes and grabs the boxes from where he’d tucked them into the cabinets above the refrigerator. He pushes Tony and Charlie’s empty plates to the corner of the table, safely out of the way, then places a present in front of each of them. “Okay, go ahead.”

Eyes fly open, then twin gasps of excitement.

The presents are pretty underwhelming to look at, just objectively speaking, if Jack’s being honest. Two boxes wrapped as neatly as Jack could manage in old newspaper—it took several Sundays worth of papers to get enough ‘Comics’ pages to cover both of them—and taped at the corners. But Tony and Charlie seem happy enough with Jack’s mediocre attempts at wrapping and really, it don’t matter what the outsides look like as long as they enjoy what’s inside, right?

Charlie blinks up at him with big, awestruck eyes while Tony shakes his box back and forth, giggling when he hears the contents rattle around inside. “What are ya waitin’ for?” Jack asks, waving a hand. “Go on, open ‘em up!”

Scraps of paper fly in every direction as the boys tear into their gifts.

“Oh, wow!” Tony exclaims, unearthing a toy racetrack and a set of cars from it’s packaging. “This looks like the one on the TV! It’s got the cars and the track with the loop-de-loop and—”

“Thomas the Tank Engine!” Charlie screeches, practically vibrating in excitement. “Jack, Jack, it’s Thomas the Tank Engine—”

“—and the cars have the little lightning bolts on the sides! Look, Jack,  look at the lightning bolts!  Ooh, and it even—”

“—and he  talks!  Jack, didja hear? Listen,  Thomas talks, you just hit the button and—”

“—stickers! Jack, didja see the stickers? Look you can put ‘em anywhere you want—”

“—it makes the noise too! Listen, listen! Jack are you listening? See, there’s a switch—”

Jack’s grin feels like it’s all but splitting his face apart. He’s been more than a little nervous the last few months trying to work everything out, worrying about what toys to get the boys, sneaking singles and bits of change out of Snyder’s booze fund on top of setting aside his own portion of the grocery money this month to pay for them, swinging by the dollar store at peak hours one Sunday and using the crowds to hide the AAA batteries stuffed into his pockets, and finding time to wrap and hide both presents. So to see his brothers so completely overjoyed… the anxious flutter in his stomach soothes and settles.

“So I guess you like the toys, huh?” Jack says when the flurry of chatter quiets down enough for him to get a word in. “Here, give me a sec to get the dishes taken care of an’ I’ll help you get it all open and set up—”

“Jack?” Tony asks, his voice suddenly taking on a strange tone, placing his toy gently on the table. The tiniest hint of a frown is starting to form between his eyes. “Did… Did Santa bring us anything for Christmas?”

Jack freezes. “Santa?”

“He did, right?” Tony says, his eyes bright with fragile hope. Charlie perks up at the mention of Santa, turning to look at Jack as well, and there’s so much trust in his expression. So much faith. Jack feels like the floor has fallen out from underneath him. “‘Cause I was really good this year. Charlie was too. So he musta left presents, right?”

Tony looks around, then seems to realize that there aren’t extra-special Santa presents hidden in any nooks and crannies.

“Well, I thought we was really good. I thought….” Tony’s expression dims. “But, Mr. S says lazy, ungrateful, good-for-nothins don’t get presents from Santa, so I guess—”

“No!” Jack blurts, unable to watch Tony’s face fall any further. “No, Santa did come by, baby, and he left somethin’ extra special for you both. Even better than presents.”

“Better than presents?” Charlie asks, caught somewhere between disbelief and wonder. “What is it?”

“It’s… Well, ya see, it’s... “ Jack’s mind races, fueled by an explosive mixture of buzzing adrenaline, icy panic, and a fundamental need to  fix. “Last night, while youse were asleep, I was up gettin’ a drink and I saw Santa.”

Tony’s eyes go wide. “You saw Santa?” he gasps.

“I sure did,” Jack says, nodding sagely, making it all up on the spot. “And you what else? Santa gave me a message.”

“A message from Santa?” Charlie squeaks.

“That’s right,” Jack says. “Santa wanted me to tell you that he’s been keepin’ a close eye on you both an’ that he’s real proud of how good you’ve been all year. He said that you’re right at tippity tip-top of the nice list and that Snyder is just jealous ‘cause he’s got a permanent spot on the naughty list for bein’ a mean old grouch.”

This earns a flurry of giggles. “What else?” Tony demands. “What else did Santa say?”

“Santa said that, since you and Charlie were so good this year, he wanted to give you something extra super secret and special. Something that only the two of you get to have, out of all the kids in the whole, entire world," Jack says, keeping his voice in a dramatic hush. 

“What is it?” Charlie asks, and he’s whispering too, thoroughly caught up in the story. “Jack, what is it?”

“Santa gave you…” Jack pauses for effect. "Permission to break the rules.”

Jack gets a pair of blank stares in response. He hurriedly continues, “See, ‘cause other kids have to be on their best behavior on Christmas day: they gotta put on their itchy sweaters and, and their collared shirts and pose for a million photos until their faces feel like they’re gonna fall off. And they got to sit at the table and eat dinner all polite like while the grown ups tell boring stories about taxes and stuff. ‘Cause that’s what Christmas is supposed to be like, when you have to follow the rules.”

“But, see, for us? We gets to be  rulebreakers,” Jack explains. “Santa himself said so! So that means we’s gonna stay in our pajamas all day, and watch movies on the TV and eat cookies and chips and, and just do whatever we want to. We don’t have to do any chores, don’t have to clean up at all for the whole day!” 

There's another pair of excited gasps, Tony and Charlie both starting to respond to the narrative Jack’s spinning. “I’ll get your toys set up for you and you can play with ‘em as long as you want, as loud as you want—Snyder ain’t here!” 

And then it hits Jack, something he can do for the boys that’s special, using the limited items at his disposal. “And the first thing we’re gonna do is make a Christmas pillow fort.”

“What’s a Christmas pillow fort?” Tony asks eagerly.

“It’s like a regular pillow fort but even better, ‘cause it gets to stay up all day and all night and it’s giant—we’ll have to push the couch outta the way, that’s how big it’s gonna be—and ‘cause you only get to have one if Santa himself gives you permission,” Jack says. “Which is very hard to come by, 'cause Christmas pillow forts are a trade secret, ya know? Very hush-hush.”

“We can keep a secret!” Tony promises. “Right, Charlie?”

“Yeah, it’sa secret!” Charlie agrees, miming locking his lips and throwing away the key.

“First things first, we gotta gather our fort making supplies,” Jack says, relieved that this makeshift plan seems to be working. “Tony, you’re gonna grab all the blankets and sheets off our beds, okay? And Charlie, you’re gonna get all the pillows and stack ‘em up for me, okay?”

The boys race away to do as instructed, talking and giggling as they go. Jack uses the brief reprieve to let out a sigh of relief, then starts pushing furniture out of the way to clear a large space in the middle of the living room floor: smack dab in front of the TV and close, but not too close, to the radiator. He turns the couch to face the other way, thinking that they can use the back of it to hold the fort up, then snatches up all the couch cushions and places them to the side.

He squeezes past Charlie and Tony in the hallway—Charlie’s got two pillows tucked beneath his arm, another two looped through the spaces in his crutch, and you can just barely see Tony’s head from underneath the mountain of bedding he’s carrying, the tail end of a sheet dragging along the floor behind him. Jack eases his mattress off its bedframe and lugs it into the living room, going back twice more for Tony and Charlie’s mattresses. Then, they get to work constructing their fort.

Tony and Charlie can only help so much since they’re just munchkins, but they seem to get a kick out of telling Jack how drape the sheets  just exactly right , deciding where all the pillows should go, and testing out if they want to sit on the mattresses or use them as fort walls. Jack finishes the whole thing off with a box of string lights he’d picked up back before he realized that Snyder wasn’t gonna let them have a Christmas tree, and it all looks… nice. Really nice, actually, all cozy and festive and fun.

“Great job boys,” Jack praises, giving Tony and Charlie a round of high-fives. “And now, the snacks!”

They’ve got two family sized bags of doritos and an unopened box of oreos with the red holiday filling in the pantry. He lets Tony carry their glasses over to the designated ‘Drink Spot’ Jack created to help prevent spills—”One at a time, Tones,” Jack reminds him—and soon enough they’re all pilling into their first ever Christmas Pillow Fort.

It’s a little snug, but in the best possible way. Jack’s got a kid on each side of him, one tucked under each arm, sharing blankets and food and laughs. Charlie finds them a rerun of the original, animated, ‘Dr. Seuss’, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!’ to watch, Thomas the Tank Engine perched in a place of honor next to him, while Jack helps Tony get his racetrack set up and running. 

Jack already knows he’s gonna have a hell of a time getting all the crumbs swept up later and it looks like tomorrow’s gonna have to be a laundry day, now that all the linens are dirty, but he lets all of those worries go for now, just trying to relax and enjoy the holiday. Because it’s Christmas, and Tony and Charlie deserve to have the best day Jack can give them. As long as they’re happy… it’s all worth it.

“Merry Christmas, guys,” Jack says.

“Merry Christmas, Jack!” his brothers chirp back.

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Chapter two here.

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[astraeagreengrass]

Roses

Bucky celebrates his birthday three years after the war

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1.071

Warnings: Fluff, slight allusions to violence and PTSD

A/N: Birthday love in honor of the birthday boy! This is my submission to @honeyvbarnes​ Birthday Writing Challenge - thank you Vi for having me! My prompt was "Decade AU", which, honestly, was the perfect excuse to write some birthday themed, post-war 1940's Bucky fluff. I like to think this is set in the same universe as Dizzy From Lovin’ You, but it can absolutely be read as a stand alone. I hope you like it ♡

Disclaimer: I don't own Bucky Barnes or any fictional characters mentioned in this story - they are all property of Marvel Studios and Marvel Comics. The plot is my own.

When you press me to your heart I'm in a world apart A world where roses bloom

Bucky heard her as soon as she opened the door. 

He was still a little lost to the in between of asleep and awake - that peculiar place when you're not precisely one thing or the other, so you let your body decide instead, saving your consciousness the hard work. The last remnants of his dreams, still lingering at the front of his mind, begun to fade as the girl entered the room, while his sense of touch reacquainted itself with the feel of the sheets and the heavy duvet you saved for the winter months.

If it wasn't for this delightfully sluggish state of mind, he’d have opened his eyes, if only for the sight of his visitor making her way to the bed on her tiptoes, tongue between her teeth and brows furrowed in concentration, careful to avoid the fifth floorboard to the right - the one that creaks and, apparently, was responsible for ruining her Christmas morning surprise.

Bucky remained still on his stomach, breathing evenly, as she crawled over the mattress.

“Wake up!”

Her voice pulled him to surface, the small hands on his back as the anchor.

“Wake up, daddy!”

Tiny fingers lifted the hair that covered his ear, whispering again:

“Wake up!”

Noticing the beginnings of frustration in her voice, Bucky lazily opened one eye, then the other, finding irises that mirrored his own. Rosie giggled, nose to nose with her father.

“Finally! You sleep like a bear!”

Bucky gasped, feigning offense, drawing a mischievous smile from the girl.

“Is that so?” sleep was forgotten as he narrowed his gaze, quick arms circling his daughter’s little body. “Take it back, young lady.”

“Never!” she exclaimed, her infant bravado fading with glee at Bucky's war cry.

Rosie’s shrieks filled the room as Bucky tickled her. Joy lived in her smile, your twin, as she chanted in euphoria “lift me, daddy, lift me!”. The light streaming from the window cast heavenly shadows over her frame and, high in her father’s arms, she looked exactly like the angel he always thought she was.

“I’m just like Uncle Stevie!” she squealed. “Flying my parachute over Azzano!”

Azzano.

Dark rooms, needles and that thing they put on his body.

It was still here right now, allowing him to raise Rosie over his arms without breaking a sweat and alerting his ears of the slightest twist of the bedroom door jamb. Whatever it was that they injected on him, Bucky could still feel it, almost half a decade later. 

His child, God bless her, was oblivious to the way his pupils widened at the mere mention of anything that happened overseas, but you never were. While Rosie couldn't understand why Bucky didn't work with Uncle Stevie and Aunt Peggy “since you went to the same war”, you, on the other hand, were relieved when he decided to forgo S.H.I.E.L.D. and return to Brooklyn in '45, taking back his old job at Goldie’s Boxing Gym.

Part of your husband would never return from the front, but you'd take all the pieces of him that you could.

A dark brown stain on Rosie's pajama sleeve - out of place considering your perfectionism when it came to laundry - deflected his attention from the unwanted memories, so he lowered her, laying her gently on the pillows. 

“What was that?” he asked, tugging on the purple sleeve.

“Oh my God!” she blurted, suddenly remembering the reasoning behind her whole morning crusade. “Mommy baked a cake!”

Jumping from the bed and landing right above the broken floorboard - Bucky would have to apologize to Mr. Gilbert from downstairs later - Rosie dashed down the hallway, calling out for him.

“Hurry, daddy!”  

Bucky rose with a grunt, stretching his arms above his head. There was a bruise on his shin from where a rookie had accidentally kicked him during yesterday's practice - if only the kid could punch as hard as he could kick, he’d be perfect for the flyweight Championship - that somewhat slowed him down on his way to the kitchen. 

That or his old injuries had finally caught up to him.

He found you and Rosie putting the final touches on a three-layer chocolate cake - or rather, you were evenly spreading candles on top of it while she sneakily tried to get a swipe of frosting from the side. The clock on the hall told him it was forty past seven. If Bucky looked outside he’d surely find the streets busy with people starting their day, but, inside, time stood still. 

This was Heaven on Earth, he decided. Early tuesday morning, your hair rumpled, the slight shadow of breasts under the camisole as you snatched your daughter’s clever finger, pressing a kiss to it. Your daughter. Yours and his - blood and heart united, creating a soul. 

“Dear Jimmy” he could recite back from memory. “We have a daughter. Rose Winifred Barnes, born January 16th 1944. It was a long snowy night, but she arrived like a golden dawn, flooding my heart with love like I’d never known. She looks just like you, from the dimple in her chin to the blue of her eyes. I stare at her little face and can’t believe the two of us managed such perfection. Please come home to your family soon. We love you.”

The letter was safely tucked on the closet, in a box where he kept everything you’d sent him while he was away. Sometimes, when his sleep was unkind, he’d take them out and outline your handwriting with his pointer, thinking of you, alone with a newborn baby while he was fighting for his life and his country. It was hard to believe that the war was truly over when it insisted on haunting him.

But not this morning.

This morning he only had thoughts for you and Rosie, singing a flawlessly out of tune rendition of Happy Birthday to You, with the child breaking down in laughter at the end. Bucky blew his candles - all thirty-one of them, one for each hard-earned year of his life - to the cheers of his girls.

He scoped Rosie with his left arm, dropping a loud smack to her cheek and snaked the right one around your hips. He grinned at the new fullness there and you winked. There, nestled in the safety of his heart’s embrace, his birthday wish come true, Bucky Barnes had everything he needed.

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[prettyboy-parker]

playing human 

starker; superior iron man x naive!peter

words: 2.3k

warnings: blow jobs, daddy kink, fem!peter, heavy feminization, manipulation, mind control

author’s note: sim is my absolute favorite comic series and I’ve always wanted to write it with starker. 

“Isn’t that just funny, Tony?”

The bleach blonde girl next to him places her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep. Her other friend, the brunette with decent sized boobs and a slim waist, laughs. He barely payed attention to their features, because he knows it’s all due to Extremis. He’s put up with their brainless babbling for what feels like the past hour, but now he’s done.

“I’m going to have to stop you right there, sweetheart.” Tony responds, putting his hand up to stop the blonde from talking.

“The thing is, we don’t really know each other. So ‘Tony’ is off the table. It’s ‘Mr. Stark’ to you.” He says grumpily, taking a sip of his Scotch.

The girls’ smiles fade, finally becoming self aware. Yet, the pair still won’t leave and Tony’s about to punch them in the throat when,

“Daddy!”

Tony grins as he spots his boy.

Peter is standing on the steps into the pool, clad in tiny blue swim shorts and a sheer white cover up. Miles of milky skin is on display and Tony could jack off right then and there on his pool float.

“C’mere!” Tony shouts from halfway across the rooftop pool, only to be met with a pout. Peter gets out of the water and scurries over to the concrete edge nearest to Tony.

“I don’t want to get my hair wet.” Peter tells him once he’s close enough, plopping down onto the edge. He dangles his feet in the water, kicking slightly.

“Daddy’s spoiled girl.” Tony grins wickedly, much to the disgust of the girls. They would never dare say anything about his boy, his princess, since Tony would dispose of them on the spot.

Peter just giggles and pushes his sunglasses further up his nose. Tony hops off his pool float, handing his glass to the brunette and wading to the edge of the pool. Peter squeals and kicks his feet happily as Tony runs his dripping hands over the boy’s smooth thighs.

“Hi.”

“Hi, beautiful.”

Beautiful is truly the best word to describe Peter.

He wasn’t that surprised when he first found out Peter wasn’t on Extremis, as it is ridiculously expensive. What did surprise Tony was how he’s the epitome of perfection without it. His skin is always clear, has the perfect body, and rarely gets sick.

He always says his family has good genes.

Tony is ripped out of his thoughts by a tiny hand tilting his face upwards, incredibly soft lips pressing against his own. He groans happily and wraps his arms around Peter’s torso, the warm pool water rippling in his wake. His hands grip Tony’s damp hair slightly, one hand moving to squeeze the nape of his neck. Tony slips his right hand under Peter’s Neiman Marcus coverup and runs his thumb over the marks he left from this morning. Tony decides to take his lips off of Peter’s and move them to the spot just below his jaw, taking the soft skin between his teeth and sucking. Peter lets out a breathy ‘ah’ as Tony adds new marks to his skin. He can feel people staring, but nobody would dare say anything in fear of being launched off of the roof.

“Tony!”

Tony groans in annoyance and removes his lips from Peter’s neck.

“Pepper! You want to hop in?” He exclaims, turning his head to face the fiery redhead.

She doesn’t smile.

“I don’t have my suit.” She sneers, arms crossed over her perfectly ironed blouse.

“It’s okay. We’re all friends here.” Tony quips, earning a little giggle from Peter.

He presses a chaste kiss to the boy’s temple as he rests his head on Tony’s shoulder.

“I’m not laughing. Get rid of your boy toy, we need to talk.”

Tony can feel Peter flinch against him. Pepper is not very fond of his boy (maybe because he took her place) but he can’t really say anything to her. She practically runs the company.

“I’ve got to go face the beast, baby.” He mumbles softly in Peter’s ear, pushing the boy off him.

He pouts as Tony hops out of the pool, someone immediately running over to hand him a towel.

“You’ll come back to swim, right?” Peter asks sadly, fiddling with his charm bracelet Tony bought him. He always does that when he’s nervous.

“Of course. Go keep those pretty ladies over there company.” He tells Peter as he stands up. The younger grabs his hand and presses a kiss to it.

“Okay! I love you, daddy.” He giggles, taking off his coverup and placing it next to him gently.

“Daddy loves you too.” Tony tells the boy as he walks towards Pepper, blowing a kiss. Pepper grabs his wrist tightly as Peter pretends to catch the kiss and hold it to his heart.

⎊⎊⎊

Peter is a vision lying on the pool float.

The girls have left him, leaving him alone as other people swim and mingle around him.

He’s gotten a nice tan from all the time in the sun. The sun has made his freckles darken, adding to his whole sun kissed look. The length of his shorts should be a sin, barely covering the plump swell of his ass.

Tony can’t tell if the boy is asleep or not, since his limited edition Ray Bans are covering those big brown eyes.

Peter’s head turns and he waves excitedly at the older man. Tony’s heart swells and he dives into the pool, heading to give his boy a big kiss. Peter accepts the wet kiss, laughing in happiness as Tony kisses his tummy.

“Daddy no!” He giggles, flipping over on the raft. It rocks a bit, so Tony reaches out to steady it. Peter stretches out like a cat, long legs shaking. Tony ghosts his hand over Peter’s ass, gently pressing against the plug resting inside.

The boy lets out a high pitched moan, raising his hips in search of more friction.

“You feeling okay?” Tony asks, snapping the waistband of Peter’s swim trunks.

He nods sheepishly, hiding his face in his arms.

Tony twists the plug through Peter’s trunks, earning a louder moan. A couple near them turn bright red and look away.

“Daddy, I need to take a shower.” Peter manages to whimper out.

Tony twists the plug again with a hum.

“Really? I guess I’ll have to join you.”

Peter nods vigorously.

“Let’s go baby boy.”

Tony swims to the side of the pool, hopping out as water floods over the side. Peter climbs out behind him and Tony notices a very obvious bulge. He snakes his arm around the boy’s waist, pulling him closer to his side. Peter giggles as they walk inside, heading straight for the elevator. It’s loud inside and the alcohol only amplifies the sound. Being the good girl she is, FRIDAY opens the elevator doors for them and brings them up to Tony’s personal floor.

“FRIDAY, start the shower.” Tony grunts, scooping Peter up bridal style. The boy squeals and nuzzles into his bare chest. Tony stumbles into the bedroom, carrying Peter to the master bathroom. He sets him down gently, small feet touching the marble floor. Tony notices a small silver bracelet around Peter’s left ankle.

“I like your ankle bracelet,” Tony hums, wrapping his arms around Peter’s torso and swaying him slightly.

“Thank you. I saw it when I was out shopping the other day.” Peter tells him.

Tony nods and kisses Peter’s shoulder gently. His calloused hands tug at the waistband of Peter’s swim trunks, pulling them down over his thighs. His small cock bobs, flushed a pretty pink and leaking.

“Daddy,” Peter whines, kicking off his trunks. Tony taps on his blue jeweled plug lightly.

“I’m going to take this out. Want you to be nice and tight for me tonight. Relax,” He coos, wrapping his rough fingers around the plug. Peter moans as it slips out with a squelch, come and lube dripping down his thighs slowly.

“Hop in.” Tony tells him with a slap to his ass. Peter giggles and climbs into the shower, closing his eyes as the hot water cascades down his body. Tony smiles as he takes off his own swim trunks, hard cock springing free. He sets the plug down on the counter. As he steps in the shower, Peter captures him in an eager kiss. The younger moans as his dick brushes against Tony’s thigh, due to the height difference.

“Let’s see what else that pretty little mouth can do.” Tony growls when they pull away, running his thumb over Peter’s slick bottom lip.

His boy grins eagerly and falls to his knees, giving his member a few strokes with his hand before wrapping his plump lips around the tip. Tony hisses in pleasure and grips the handle to the glass door, hot water spilling down his back. Peter immediately takes him down to the hilt, nose pressing against his now wet pubic hair. Tony silently thanks himself, because he’d never be able to keep up with the boy’s insatiable sex drive without Extremis. He knows he won’t be able to last long, he’s been horny since their morning round.

“Fuck Pete, daddy’s close,” He groans, grabbing a fistful of Peter’s drenched chestnut hair. The younger pulls off his dick with a pop, beginning to pump it with his beautifully manicured hands.

“Please daddy, want your come so bad,” Peter moans, sticking out his pink tongue.

The sight of his princess on his knees with his tongue out has Tony coming, painting Peter’s lips and tongue white with his release.

“Stand up, baby,” He groans once he finishes. Peter scrambles off of the tile, gripping onto Tony for dear life. Tony sucks on Peter’s neck as he reaches down to start stroking his cocklet. Peter lets out a high pitched moan and after about a dozen pumps of his cock he comes with a cry.

“So pretty for me,” Tony grumbles in his ear, kneading Peter’s soft cock as the younger twitches from overstimulation.

“Only for you, daddy. No one else,” He pants, gripping onto Tony’s forearms.

Tony grins wickedly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

⎊⎊⎊

Tony’s boy is such a charmer.

The young woman next to him had been talking his ear off about her modeling career and he would usually just ignore her after a couple minutes, but Peter kept her entertained by asking lots of questions.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you go get daddy another bourbon?” He mumbles in Peter’s ear, squeezing his hips slightly.

Peter giggles and nods, scrambling off of Tony’s lap. He wonders how the boy does it, sitting for hours on his nanotech suit. Peter sways his hips as he walks to the bar, white jean shorts hugging his ass perfectly. He’ll have to find whoever made the shorts and give them a couple weeks of Extremis for free.

“He’s very lovely, Mr. Stark.” The woman says, watching Peter head over to the self serve bar.

“Isn’t he?” Tony grins and faces the girl.

“I see great things in his future.” She tells him, taking a sip of her white wine.

That’s not ominous at all.

Before he has a chance to respond, he picks up a very loud voice emerging from the crowd.

“He’s using you, Peter!”

Tony rolls his eyes when he sees who the voice belongs to.

Michelle Jones has been on his watch list for a while, her open hatred for Extremis, Stark Industries, and Tony himself earning her a spot. Peter sheepishly told him that they were best friends when her picture was on the news after she organized a peaceful protest against Extremis.

Tony had kissed his temple and said he’d love to meet her.

She never took up the offer.

“MJ, you’re making a scene.” Peter says quietly, bourbon in hand.

Tony notices the kid next to Michelle, an overweight boy named Ned. He seems to have been dragged along, since he’s not vocal about his feelings towards Extremis. Once Tony took Peter and the boy out for lunch. Ned is nice, very smart and charismatic.

Good for his boy.

“I don’t care! He’s evil and ruthless. He’s manipulating you!” She shouts, the crowd around her quieting down. Peter is flushed a bright red, not with pleasure, but with embarrassment. Tony stands up slowly, eyes darkening at the sight of someone causing humiliation to his boy.

“Michelle. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He sneers, placing a metal covered hand on the small of Peter’s back. Michelle shoots daggers at him, which would have most terrified, but not Tony. Peter wraps his arms around Tony’s suit, pressing his cheek to the cold metal.

“Hi Ned. Good to see you again.”

Ned waves nervously and Tony winks at him.

“You took our boy, Stark.” Michelle accuses, stepping closer to the man in armor. Tony raises his arm, gauntlet ready to fire.

“Take one more step. I dare you.” He spits, ready to launch this brat off the tower.

“Daddy!” Peter cries, stepping in front of his raised arm. In shock, Tony puts his arm down.

“If you want to hurt them,” Peter takes a shaky breath, “You have to hurt me.”

His boy is so brave.

Tony raises his hand to cup Peter’s cheek.

“Peter,” He coos, smooth and sensual. Peter’s eyes turn the color of his, icy blue. He may have lied about no Extremist being in the boy’s system. He’s slipped Peter a few doses over the months, enough to submit him to occasional mind control but not enough to change his appearance.

“You don’t know Michelle. You never have and you never will. I want you to go upstairs, fuck yourself open on your fingers, and get ready for Daddy’s cock.”

Tony lets go of Peter’s face, his eyes turning back to their normal honey brown.

“Okay daddy! I love you.” Peter giggles and kisses Tony’s rough cheek.

“Love you too, princess.” Tony replies as the boy saunters away.

“Now,” He growls as he turns to face Michelle. He grins sinisterly, eyes turning blood red. The arc reactor and accents on his suit do the same, casting a red glow throughout the room.

“Where were we?”

[ask-garnet-n-ruby]

A Loving Christmas Gift

(A Christmas Special Story, Collabed alongside with my friend @vecnawrites Featuring Garnet and the Lovely Yang, Weiss, and Blake in a new AU of mine. I hope you all enjoy it.)

Another wonderful year had come and gone in the world of Remnant, and with Thanksgiving having long passed. The citizen within the Kingdom of Vale was beginning to settle into the mood of the Holiday Season. Families, friends, and lovers alike were out shopping; preparing for what would be a momentous occasion. Amongst them, a certain family a four was especially excited for the upcoming holiday.

“Yang, you got the rest of the  decorations for the living room?!” 

“Gimme a sec!” 

Inside a fairly a large manor, activity was in full swing as three ladies were hard at work. Decorating and setting their house for a wonderful Christmas. The ladies in question where none other than Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna, and Weiss Schnee. Former Beacon Academy students, who long since graduated and had worked hard to become the respectable Huntresses they are today. The girls had been through many things and had stuck by each other through thick and thin. They had come a long way since their first meeting eight years ago. And if one were to ask how they saw one another. It would be a simple, but heartfelt answer; they weren’t mere friends…

They were family.

“I’m finally done with the hallways,” Weiss called out, stifling a grunt as she stepped into the living room. Only to look with astonishment at the current state. “Oh my…” 

The entirety of the living room looked beautiful; covered from top to bottom in Christmas decorations. Yang grinned, walking in with a box of finishing touches. “Nice huh?” 

“I must admit, you two did a splendid job.” Weiss found herself agreeing, as Blake jumped down from the latter. Dusting her hands to join Weiss and Yang at the results of their two hours of hard work. 

“Now all we need is a Christmas Tree, and it’ll be perfect,” Yang commented, no shortness of pride lost within her tone. Looking over to her partners, she asked, “Think he’ll like it?” 

That question immediately brought smiles to the other two ladies in the room. As they knew exactly whom Yang had been referring to; the fourth and final member within their small family. And someone who had managed to single-handedly change all of their lives for the better. 

Their beloved son: Garnet Rose

“Of course,” Was Weiss’ immediate answer. Out of all the holidays, Weiss had been looking forward to; Christmas had been the most highly anticipated for the Schnee Heiress. 

Blake nodding in agreement. “Definitely; he’s gonna be amazed by what he’ll see.” 

Yang brightened at the responses, thrilled that they had been sharing the same feeling she was in terms of their son. Thinking back; it had been a full 6 months since she and the others had first met the boy in question. Who would’ve thought a simple chance encounter at an orphanage during a simple community service, would spark the beginning to a life-changing decision. Not Yang, Weiss, or Blake; they would tell you that much. But neither one of them would complain about it, to them, Garnet had been a wonderful joy to have in their life. Something that they hadn’t been expecting to have this much of an impact on them.

Hearing the sounds of a car approaching, cut the blonde off from her thoughts. “That must be Garnet now.” She heard Weiss speak, already heading for the door before she and Blake could say anything. Blake chuckling in amusement as she followed her friend out of the room as well.

“Welp may as well go join them.” Muttered the Busty Blonde, setting the box down and heading to join the girls.

-X-

“Thanks again for giving me a lift Mrs. Goodwitch.” 

A pleasant chuckled left the lips of the mature blonde, glancing over to the teenage boy sitting in the passenger seat of her car. The two on their way to the boy’s home after he had spent the day hanging out with the blonde woman’s son. “It was my pleasure, Garnet. But please, call me Glynda; Mrs. Glynda makes me feel like my mother.” 

15-year-old Garnet Rose blinked before smiling and nodding. “Sure, Ms. Glynda.” He said before looking out to see the approaching mansion. 

Glynda honestly couldn’t help but feel the ironic amusement swelling inside her at the moment. If anyone had ever told her that at one point she would driving home a child to some of her former students from Beacon Academy. Or that said child was friends with her adopted son. She would’ve honestly laughed at the mere notion, and yet here she was. She had been thoroughly surprised when she had learned who the boy’s mother, or rather MOTHERS, were. And while had a few legitimate questions as to how all three of them came to wanting to adopt the boy all at the same time. Seeing the look of happiness expressed all over the 16-year old’s face, made it feel a bit inappropriate to ask them; at least for the time being, however. Still, to think three of her most rowdiest students, would end up becoming caring and nurturing parents; it was almost mind-boggling in a sense. Coming up to the entrance of the house, Glynda nodded to Garnet as the boy stepped out of the car. 

“Have a pleasant evening Garnet, give your mother’s my regards.” The blonde said through the windows. 

“You too, hope you and Domino have the same as well.” Garnet grinned; with that all said. Garnet waved as the car pulled away and drove off until he could barely see it in the distance. Turning on his heel, he trekked up the small staircase of the mansion and made to open the door until...

“MMPH?!”

“Hey, Heeey~ Welcome back.” 

The boy had not even gotten a chance to even touched the handle when the door suddenly flew open and he was pulled into a huge pair of breasts. Smothering and cutting off his circulation. “Mmph! MMMMPH!!!”

Yang chuckled as she held her precious son close, “You have fun at Domino’s today, sweetie?” 

“Yang! Release him at once!” Weiss demanded, both upset and concerned for the welfare of her son. 

“Aw, what’s the matter Weiss, jealous~” Yang grinned. 

“Of you suffocating our son?! Never!” 

“Oh please, we both know that if I didn’t grab Garnet first. You would’ve smothered him in a tighter bear hug than me.” Yang chuckled, rubbing Garnet’s head despite the boy comically flailing his arms. “You may not have tits like me and Blake, but that doesn’t mean you don’t trap our son in an iron grip. I swear me and Blake needed to get the jaws of life on you last time.” 

Weiss’ cheeks flushed at the joking jab at her but didn’t immediately reply back to the cheekily grinning blonde. Though she didn’t want to admit it, Yang did have a point with her comment. She has been rather infamous when it came to her affections towards the crimsonette. Something she truly couldn’t help, she always did have a weakness for cute things. It was primarily the reason she loved working with things. She knew that, and she knew that Yang knew that. But there was no way she was going to give the blonde the satisfaction of knowing that. 

So she just settled for folding her arms and turning away, “Hmph!” 

Chuckling at her friend’s response, Blake pried Garnet away from a surprised Yang. Dusting her son off, “You okay sweetie?” 

Gasping and finally happy for the much-needed air, Garnet nodded and looked up at Blake, “Y-Yeah, thanks, mom.” 

Blake smiled and rubbed Garnet on his head before Yang slung an arm over her shoulder. Grinning down at the boy in question. “Alright son, I want you to close your eyes for us. The girls and I got something to show you.”

Garnet blinked, “Eh?” He looked at the two confused, only to glance at Weiss as the woman gently placed her hands on his shoulders and gestured him towards the other room. 

“Just trust us and close your eyes.” 

Confused but willing to trust his mother’s word, Garnet nodded and shut his eyes tightly. Letting his mothers guide him to wherever they were leading him too. His curiosity growing from the soft giggles that were leaving the trio of women around him. It nearly made him want to open one of his eyes to take a peek, but he knew that his mom would catch him immediately. Fortunately, it felt as though he wouldn’t have to wait long as the group suddenly stopped walking. 

“Okay, open your eyes, honey.”

Silver-colored eyes opened and widened in shock, a gasp of astonishment leaving him before even realized it. Not even registering the look of joy and amusement from the surrounding Huntresses, as Garnet was staring at the completely decorated living room. Covered top to bottom traditional Christmas lights, stockings, ornaments and everything else until the broken moon. The crimsonette nearly dropped his bag, still speechless at the amazing display. 

“What do you think?” Weiss smiled towards her astonished son. 

“I-It’s… amazing…” Garnet managed to say, his mind suddenly going back to Christmas time when he was younger. 

Back when his parents had still been. . .

A pair of arms wrapped around his neck, ceasing the boy’s thoughts before they could continue anymore. Looking to seeing Yang being the culprit, the blonde had a tender smile on her face. 

“Hey, I know we can’t ever replace your folks. In fact, I don’t want us too,” She placed a hand on his head. “I just want you to know that we’ll be here from now on to make wonderful new memories from now on.” 

“Yang’s right,” Blake chimed in. “No matter what, don’t ever forget who brought you into this world. And no matter what, don’t ever forget who’s your caring family now.” 

“We love you, Garnet.” Weiss added lastly, “Now and always.” 

Garnet smiled, wiping the light tears that was pricking the corner of his eyes as he nodded and hugged Yang. Feeling Blake and Weiss surrounding him for a deep three-way Motherly Bear Hug.

-X-

Dinner had been a small but pleasant one for the family of four, light chatter going about talking about one’s day for the most part. The evening, however, took a turn for the interesting by the time it had been nearing bedtime for the boy. When he was suddenly approached by Yang. Who was harboring an odd smile on her face; something that made Garnet raise a brow at. 

“Um, Mom, is everything okay?” He asked, getting notable curious about her expression. 

“Everything is fine honey,” Yang assured, folding her arms under her breasts before waving her hand. “But can you do mommy a solid. Come to our room in about… oh, 10 minutes? There’s something me and your mothers want to show you.”

“Eh,” Garnet’s curiosity rose at the odd request, wondering just what could his mother want to show him at this time. Never the less though, he agreed, “Um sure?” He responded slowly. 

Yang smiled, completely pleased by the answers, “Perfect, 10 minutes now, and not a moment earlier, you hear me?” Not letting her son reply, the blonde had sauntered off, and if Garnet had been paying attention. He would’ve noticed the subtly sway in her hips as she walked off. 

Curious but patient, Garnet silently sat and waited until the appropriate time was up before making his way upstairs to his mothers’ shared bedroom. His mind constantly trying to figure out what it was that they could possibly want to show him. Upon reaching the door, he knocked on it gently, “Mom, it’s me, Garnet,” He called out, only to blink at the sound of… giggling being heard? 

“Come in~” Sang Yang’s voice in a surprisingly melodious tone. Making Garnet pause for a moment at the tone before shrugging it off and opening the door.

“I’m here,” He said entering the room slowly. “What did you-”

The rest of Garnet’s words immediately died in his mouth at the sight before him. There, sitting atop the middle bed, was his adoptive Mothers, Blake and Weiss. The two of them with a slight blush on their faces, posing seductively as they currently had on skimpy Santa-themed lingeries. 

Weiss’ outfit was a simple halter-like lingerie piece with a fur trim lining the edge, held together by a string bow know. Covering her breasts while her toned abs were left exposed, and a pair of red g-string underwear to go along with the ensemble. Which only helped to serve the amazing hips, thighs, and ass, the petite Schnee Heiress had on her. With her hair down, she had a Santa Claus hat sitting on top of her head, to help complete the entire look. 

Blake’s outfit, however, was totally different from Weiss’. Wearing a red two-piece outfit, complete with a fur-trimmed sleeveless hooded top. Barely reaching down to the underside of her chest, leaving her entire abs and stomach exposed; the top also sporting a cleavage window, with a bow tied at the front. Along with two protrudes at the top of the hood, allowing blake’s cat ears to freely wriggle about inside of them. She had on red boyshorts panties, showing off her iconic wonderful Bellabooty to the entire world. 

The two mothers were harboring a completely flustered look upon their faces, but despite the embarrassing position they were in. They didn’t look the least bit embarrassed or humiliated to be wearing their outfits. Too bad the same couldn’t be said before their loving son.

“M-M-MOM?!” He exclaimed with his voice taking a cute high-pitched, as he immediately covered his eyes with his hands, “W-What are you wearing?!”

“You early Christmas gift.”

At the sound of Yang’s voice, Garnet quickly turned his head over to his third mother. Like Weiss and Blake, the blonde was also dressed up in a sexy Santa-themed outfit. But surprisingly, her’s was more conservative in a sense compared to the former two. As Yang had on a red dress-like robe, with white Santa fur lining the neck, wrists, and very bottom of the outfit. The robe held closed by a Santa Claus belt buckle wrapped just underneath her breast. But despite the somewhat reserved appearance, the outfit itself did nothing to detract from the wide hips and huge bust that the blonde huntress had been known for, for most of her life. 

With the robe parting at the front, Garnet could see the white lacy panties that the blonde had on. Along with a pair of white thigh-high stockings. Completing the entire look. Garnet didn’t even realize how much he had been staring at the ladies in the room before his mind decided to snap back into reality. His gaze shooting downwards to the floor, finding it completely interesting all of a sudden. 

“W-What do you mean early Christmas Gift?” He asked, cursing himself for the slight stutter. 

“Exactly what I said,” Yang hummed with a giggle. “With the year coming to a close and you getting ready to spend your first Christmas with us. I thought why not make your first one, a memorable one? Something you can look back on for years to come?” 

“I-Isn’t this a little excessive?!” Garnet choked a bit, still keeping his head down and refusing to make eye contact with Yang. “Even though you say it’s supposed to be a gift…” 

“Hm~?” Yang tapped a finger against her cheek, a small grin forming on her face. “I’m not really seeing what the problem is; it’s not as if you haven’t seen us naked before.” The grin grew wider with Yang’s expression turning cheeky, “And it’s DEFINITELY not like you haven’t received ‘this’ type of gift from one of us before, either.”

The moment that statement was said, Blake and Weiss joined Garnet in the Ripe Tomato face club. It was the truth, something that was a well-guarded secret within the three mothers and sole-child of this adopted family. Was the sinful fact that Garnet had been rather… sexually active with all of his mothers. Something that occurred purely by accident once and by all rights SHOULD have been a one time mistake. But upon catching Garnet and Yang in the act that fateful day. A couple of things have been learned within the group. 

Weiss and Blake were more perverted than they ever admit. 

Yang’s slutty face, as she took their son’s dick from the back, was fucking hot. 

And as for Garnet. . . 

Well… let’s just say, not everything about him was as little as they initially thought.

Seeing that there was going to be no form of comment or rebuttal from her flustered baby boy. Yang took this chance to grab him and plop him on the bed; right in between the Schnee Heiress and Faunus Princess. Garnet himself momentarily stunned, didn’t have a chance to stop his as she yanked down his pants and show off his member to the trio of beauties before him. “MOM?!” 

A chuckle left the blonde’s lips at the sight Garnet’s ‘not-so-little’ Rose, stood tall and proud. Twitching occasionally, “Boy, for someone who supposedly doesn’t like his gift; your friend here seems to be telling us another story.” She ran a finger down the 16-inch monolithic length. It wasn’t long before the musk coming from the cock wafted through the air, hitting Yang’s nose with his intense smell. Nearly making the milf cave and pounce on the boy. 

“Oh man, if only,” She said softly, but slapped her cheeks and snapped out of her trance. “But alas, I’m not going to be the one servicing you first; that little privilege belongs to another.” 

As if on cue, Weiss took a deep breath and joined Yang, getting on her knees. The sight itself surprising Garnet, “W-Wait, what?” 

“The girls and I decided on the order on who would please you first.” Yang clarified, smirking as she put her hands on Weiss’ small shoulders. “And since you had came up with the team name ‘RWBY’ for our little family. What better way than going down the letters in the respective order.” 

Weiss didn’t say anything but gave a slight nod confirming everything Yang had just said. 

“Well now, come on~” She pushed Weiss into Garnet’s crotch. Her face rubbing against the hot member, “You don’t want to keep our son waiting now, do you?”

Weiss pouted and glared at the blonde sitting at the crimsonette’s side. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” Blake watched the interplay between the blonde and snowy-haired woman in amusement.

“Me? And exactly WHO was it that suggested we go out and buy some sexy lingerie outfits for Garnet to enjoy?” That quickly shut Weiss up. “EXAAACTLY.”

That little revelation surprised Garnet, “Wait, mother, you were the one who-”

“I-Ignore her!” Weiss said abruptly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Yes,” Blake said, nodding her head solemnly, although the wicked smirk on her face said how much she was enjoying this, as well as getting a betrayed look from the Schnee.

“Blake! Why?!” The woman nearly shouted. 

“What, I see no reason to lie to our son. It’s the truth isn’t it?” Blake said with a playful shrug, “And besides, it wouldn’t be proper to set the example of it being okay to lie to those close to us.” She nuzzled against Garnet, “Isn’t that right, honey?” 

“Ah, um…” The boy just remained silently, opting to keep out of the little banter between the older huntresses. 

Mortification set into the petite Schnee, with no help coming from the rousing laughter from Yang. ‘Hate you, hate you both.’ Was the sole thought running through the Heiress mind. “Alright fine, I admit it. I suggested this when I learned we would be doing this for you. Happy?” 

Garnet’s dick twitching and hitting against Weiss’ chin lightly told everyone in the room what the boy thought of that.

“Seems like he does,” Yang giggled at the boy covering his face again. “But anyways, Weiss, you were about to start?” 

Sighing deeply, she took a breath and mentally prepared herself. Looking up at the 16 inches of raw intimidating dick before her; no matter how many times she looked at it. She still couldn’t believe something like this had been hiding within her son’s trousers this entire time. And the fact that her son had an innocent, almost baby-like face made this fact even more jarring. 

Still… ‘Better than her wasting her time on a certain Vasilias.’ Weiss didn’t care what any said, supposedly skilled or not. Four measly inches is not something one should brag about. At least it provided entertainment when Weiss spread that little rumor amongst her friends and the Huntsmen/women community. 

That aside, coming back to the main focus at hand, Weiss gently gripped the length in hand, her fingers barely wrapping around the cock as she began stroking him off gently. Her hand already feeling the heat pulsating against her palm; a silent gulp leaving the Schnee. Leaning in, she started kissing the tip of Garnet’s cock, working her way down slowly peppering the inches not occupied by her hand. While her other free hand made its way down his huge ballsack. Cupping them and giving a light massage as she fondled them. The double assault eliciting moans of pleasure from the teenage boy in question. 

Emboldened, Weiss decided to waste no time and get to the main event. Wrapping her soft lips around the tip of the length, the Schnee Huntress slowly descending down her son’s member. Inch after every thick girthy inch disappearing into the Heiress’ mouth. The sight itself almost like a magic trick with how easily the mother was able to take him without any problems. 

Hissing lightly, Garnet gripped the edge of the bed tightly, his body never getting enough whenever his mother pleased him with her mother. From her tiny mouth, down to her incredibly tight throat coiling around the length. He wanted to say something but choked on his own words. And preferred to just sit back let his mother take over. Weiss continued until she reached the very based of Garnet’s dick, anyone who was to catch a glimpse of her neck; would see how disfigured it was from the massive bulge. A testament to how endowed Garnet was. 

Steeling herself, and placing a hand one of Garnet’s thighs, she began bobbing up and down. Her pace starting out slowly, wanting to savor the taste of her child’s dick coating her mouth. Her tongue working eagerly, licking the underside of his cock; shuddering at the salty, but by no means unpleasant taste. Her thighs beginning to rub together unconsciously as she moved faster. The sounds of her slurps filling the air of the quiet room as Blake and Yang watched their friend worked Garnet’s shaft. 

“Heh, as usual, doesn’t take Weiss long getting into blowing Garnet,” Blake commented, no shortage of amusement in her tone. 

“Yeah, for someone who’s supposedly embarrassed being sexually intimate with someone younger than her. She has no problem letting her inner slut come out.” Yang chirped with a small laugh. 

A bulge pulsed under her left eye at the comments and was about to pull away to say something. But two hands, suddenly grabbing her head and forcing her back down to the base of the cock; robbed her of any chances of speaking. Light blue eyes widened before looking up to see a pleasure-riddled Garnet being the culprit of the abrupt action. The teen unable to hold himself back as he began to face fuck Weiss’ mouth himself; grunting to himself in exertion. Weiss for her part, while stunned, didn’t attempt to fight off or resist Garnet; in fact, it was something she had been secretly anticipating. 

One thing she had absolutely come to love during her time she’s had sex with Garnet; was her growing addiction to being face fucked by the young teenage boy. The sense of helplessness she felt whenever he grabbed her hair and skull, driving his cock as deep as he physically could into her tight little throat, turned her on more than anything else. Her hands were already in her panties, pumping two of her fingers into her heated, now soaked core. Moaning sluttily around the cock, no caring about Blake and Yang seeing this other side of her beginning to come out. Not that it really mattered as the two other milfs started playing with Garnet as well. 

Blake turning the boy’s head pulling him in for a kiss, her rough cat tongue playing Garnet’s regular one; the two battling for dominance. Whereas Yang reached down to cup and fondle Garnet’s unattended balls; having been abandoned by Weiss for her own stimulation. The blonde also took to teasing Garnet’s nipples, licking and softly biting the sensitive teat. Leaving Blake to pinch and rub the other one. The triple assault on his body overloaded Garnet’s brain, becoming too much for the teen to handle. Toes curling, Garnet yanked down and buried Weiss’ face into his crotch; breaking away from his kiss with Blake and grunted loudly. 

The Schnee Dust Heiress could feel her precious son’s hot sticky cum exploding into her mouth. The salty texture coating every inch of her tongue and throat, making her shudder; her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she reached her climax as well. Her juices squirting intensely over her fingers and panties; coating the floor as well with her essence. The two remained the way they were for a few long moments before releasing his hold on Weiss. Letting the lithe figured woman free to pull up and gasp for air; coughing lightly as some excess of Garnet’s seed shot out on to her face. 

“S-So thick…” She uttered breathless, licking whatever she could with her tongue. Closing an eye, feeling Garnet’s jizz run down her face. “You must’ve been backed up quite a bit, huh sweetheart?” 

Garnet panted, his face flushed red; though whether it was from the orgasm or his mom’s comment, no one would know. 

Blake smirked and kissed Garnet on the back of his neck, “Don’t fade on us now sweetie,” She whispered softly. “I’m up next.” 

Pressing a quick kiss to Garnet’s lips, Blake turned and moved further up the bed, giving her ass a little wiggle as she looked over her shoulder, a smirk on her lips despite the redness of her cheeks. “Well, Kitten? Come and get your present!”

Blushing, Garnet shifted onto the bed, carefully reaching out and rubbing one of his three mother’s rears through the silky lingerie, making the cat-eared woman arch her rear up, pressing the bountiful flesh into his hands. “That’s it, Kitten…”

Garnet took a deep breath, hooking his fingers into her lingerie bottoms and slowly pulling them down, swallowing roughly and cock twitching as the wide expanse of Blake’s rear was pulled more and more into view. As he pulled them down her thighs, he blushed as he saw how damp the insides were and how wet her core was.

“No need to blush, baby boy…” Yang whispered from the sidelines. “That’s what you do to us…” Weiss squeaked as Yang’s hand invaded her panties and rubbed her slick core, gathering her dew and rubbing it around her clit as they watched.

Blake licked her lips. “Let me do something real quick, baby…” arching her hips up and gently rubbing her soaked core over her son’s sixteen-inch cock, making sure it was nice and slick for what she imagined. Shifting again after a few moments, she let that massive cock slip between the cheeks of her ass. “There you go...now, do what you like to do to mommy’s butt.” she murmured, remembering the first morning they had done this like yesterday.

Slowly, Garnet began to grind his slick shaft between Blake's half-moons, his hands cupping and playing with the soft, jiggly flesh. Both moaned deeply as the moved with and against each other. "That's it, baby boy…" Blake moaned, "You can be rough...you know I don't mind…"

Garnet grunted as he began to move faster and harder against his mother's rear, squeezing the plump cheeks tenderly. He knew that this was basically only foreplay for the main event: fucking his mother’s ass. The smaller, hornier part of him screamed at him to ram it in already. And plunder his mother’s Bellabooty, but he ignored it, knowing the more he held back, the greater the reward would be. 

After a few more minutes of rubbing his cock between the cheeks of Blake’s rear, Garnet finally lost his patience and pulled back, placing his tip against the small, dark pink pucker and beginning to press inwards.

Blake released a “Hnnnn…” as her rear started to be invaded, making herself relax and bear down, accepting her son’s long shaft inside her body, moaning as she felt him finally rest against her, hip to ass. “God, baby...have you somehow grown bigger?” she asked, rocking her hips and looking back at him, nibbling on her lower lip.

Garnet grinned slightly. “I will neither confirm nor deny that, mom.” he chuckled softly, savoring the tight heat that wrapped around every inch of his shaft, feeling some of Blake’s slick slide down his balls. “Relax, mom, I’m about to start…” he knew she wouldn’t relax, surprisingly, or perhaps not, Blake loved rough anal. Just like with Weiss and oral, it got the faunus beauty off harder than any other way he would usually fuck her.

True to Garnet’s thoughts, as he began to draw back, Blake tightened down as though not to let him leave. Pulling back until only his tip was till within her grasp, Garnet plunged down, getting a high-pitched “Mreow!” from the dark-haired faunus, cat ears twitching.

Garnet gave Blake a few moments before he began to pound into her, bringing his hips all the way back and then slamming them in, making a loud clap, clap, clap, as his hips met the older woman’s backside. Causing Blake to mewl and scream, burying herself into the pillow with a look of absolute joy on her face. Her toes curling tightly each time she felt his heavy balls slap against her sex. 

“Wow, look at him go…” Yang whispered proudly, still fingering her white-haired partner. Weiss moaned, nodding as she watched Garnet’s hips slam into Blake’s backside repeatedly, turning the creamy white flesh a bright pink in a short time.

Garnet took steady breaths as he pounded back and forth into the inviting backside before him, feeling it quiver and ripple around him as Blake shuddered heavily, moaning helplessly as she came hard. “Cumming already, mom?” he asked, his tone breathless as he picked up speed, taking care not to tap into his semblance. He wanted to be able to talk to her later, after all. “Don’t worry...I am...too!” he groaned loudly, bucking his hips hard several times against Blake as he began to cum, large spurts of his backed up seed spraying into her rear.

Blake moaned as liquid heat filled her backside. “That’s it, Kitten…” she moaned; feeling herself reach an orgasm as well. Her pussy quivering as her juices flowed out. “Let it all out…” she squeezed her ass around him, getting a stilted gasp from her son as he humped against her, releasing more and more spurts of cum until he was just lazily rocking back and forth against her. “That’s it, baby…”

With a gulped sigh, Garnet slid out of his mother, his cock miraculously still hard despite being milked greedily by the ass slut. Falling back, his head rested against a pair of soft bosoms and looking up at a grinning Yang staring back down at him. 

“You really laid into her, did ya?” She giggled, caressing his cheek as she looked at her twitching partner. “And you’re still hard despite it all.” 

Seeing that the bed was getting a little crowded, Yang decided to pick up Garnet and transfer him to another bed. “Hope you don’t mind if I borrow your bed, Blake.” 

The Faunus was so out of it, she could barely form a coherent sound. Weiss smiling comfortingly as she had the limp cat girl’s head resting in her lap. 

Taking her friend’s moans as a yes, Yang plopped the somewhat spent boy on his back. Taking the time to rest his head against the pillow before ridding his of his pajama pants entirely. Garnet tried to speak, but a finger to his lips cut him off. “Shh~ Just sit back, and let Mama Yang take care of the rest.” She whispered, undoing the buckle to her robe and setting it aside before shrugging the outfit off of her. 

There Garnet got to see his mother’s massive tits in all their glory. But instead of seeing a pair of pink-colored nipples exposed, they were covered in a pair of custom-made pasties. Designed to look like her son’s Burning Rose insignia, making the boy blushed deeply. “Not exactly festive for the holiday season. But I think it’s still meaningful nonetheless, don’t you agree?”

Garnet could only nod dumbly, his throat getting extremely dry from seeing the pasties being poked through by Yang’s erect nubs; showing him just how excited the woman was. Getting into position, Yang found herself face to face with the throbbing erection, covered in her friend’s and son’s saliva, cum and pussy juices. The smell was powerful, as it was intoxicating to the blonde. Unable to hold herself back; much like Weiss, she took the coated cock into her mouth. Happily cleaning off the mess that her friends had left behind in her wake. Until there was nothing but a nice sheen of her own saliva 

Bobbing her head fervently up and down, she swirled her tongue along the underside of the girthy length. Yang may not have had a tight throat as Weiss, but by no means was she lacking in skill. And unlike the petite heiress, she had something that would help in satisfying her cute little boy. Garnet third present for the evening; Yang’s large and supple tits. The object of desires of men and women alike; many had dreamed and fantasized about smothering themselves in those stacked bosom. Yet none had ever come close to being successful. 

Save for one lucky little boy, and his ‘not so little’ friend. 

Wrapping her soft mounds around her son’s sex, Yang momentarily allowed herself to be amazed at the cock easily sticking out of her breasts. No matter how many times she saw, it still astonished her just how easily he was able to perform this feat. Smiling, she started the steady rhythm of rubbing her breasts up and down. The slickness from her spit allowing her plump mounds to glide with relative ease. Planting a soft teasing kiss on the tip, each time it would poke out from her breasts. 

Garnet’s breath labored, hitching and panting from the soft pillows smothering his dick. It was truly one of the best things he had ever felt in his life, better than Blake’s ass or Weiss’ thighs. Though he would never truly say something like that out loud; he would never hear the end of it from all three of them. With a sound grunt, the cock twitched spastically, pre-leaking out from the tip in abundance. 

Yang blinked at the sudden action, “Oh sweetie, already about to cum so soon?” She chuckled humorously, alternating up and down between breasts. “Guess our little gifts for you this evening was a little much for you.” 

“Y-Yang. . .” The boy managed out. 

“Shh, it’s okay honey.” She quickly lapped up some of the pre, “Go ahead and cum anytime you want to. Don’t hold back for Mama.”

The gentle cooing was enough to coax Garnet over the edge. Bucking his hips, his entire cock erupted like a volcano. Shooting out and showering Yang in his thick hot seed. Coating the woman’s face and chest white, and while some of it got into her hair. Yang ultimately didn’t mind, since it was her son doing this. Which said a lot given how much she loved caring for her precious hair. Soon, the stiff cock started softening, letting out weakened spurts. Yet even as it went limp between Yang’s tits, the cock was still big even to still poke out of her chest with ease. 

‘This thing’s amazing, you have to say that much.’ Giggling, she licked the cum from her lips and anywhere she could reach. Running a finger above her brow to help her see. “I take you loved our little present, sweetie?” 

Garnet could only gulp and nod; without a doubt, this had been one of the best presents he had received from his mothers ever since being adopted. And considering all they had done for him, that spoke volumes. Yang smiled, climbing onto the bed and snuggling up next to her son. Weiss and Blake, who managed to gather what little strength she had, managed to join the pair in bed; cuddling all around the boy. Feeling himself spent and beginning to drift off, a long day of playing, and fooling around with his mothers, finally catching up to him. He heard some parting words coming from a grinning Yang. 

“Just wait, if you enjoyed this, you haven’t seen what we have in store for you on Christmas.” 

Garnet simple blushed, excited for what awaited him, Christmas Eve.

[whirlybirbs]

*begging on my hands and knees* please give us some Arthur and Miss Turner sexy times??? We all know she wants it so bad and I’m living vicariously though her

     SNAKE BITES   &   MODESTY   ;

summary: miss turner gets bit by a snake. arthur treat is the best way he knows how, suck and spit. she is… confused. the predicament lends to an exploration.pairing: arthur morgan x reader, turner as a surname placeholder.rating: nsfw. heavy petting, casually dry humping of hands? listen, idk, their whole arc is a slow burn anyways including sexy times. word count: 1.3k, this is a whole full fledged fic for u horny cowboy hoesa/n: me? writing delicate smut? it’s about time! these two are a part of my simpler said aloud series – here’s the masterlist in poor need of an update, but every drabble can be found on my blog under this tag!

You hate snakes.

God, you hate them.

They are — really — pointless, angry, little worms that strike fear into your very mortal soul. They’ve got a clear vendetta against the human race, as so demonstrated by the current snake bite on your leg.

The thing had lunged from the brush as you’d been aiming down the iron sights of Arthur’s bolt action rifle.

(Practice makes perfect is Arthur’s mantra now that you’ve gotten a bit more comfortable with the whole idea of shooting, so you happily humor him with more practice between hunting trips and jobs. You’re getting quite good and, according to Sadie, you’ve got a natural affinity for sharpshooting. That makes you puff with pride and Arthur can’t help but happily chirp: I taught her everything she knows.)

Currently, though, the shooting practice has been forgotten and you’re screeching in pain, jumping around in sheer panic as the snake slithers away into the woods — Arthur’s eyes pull wide in panic, hands moving to urge you to settle on the stone wall.

“Oh, god,” you breathe, hands shaking, “I’m gonna die.”

“No, y’ain’t,” Arthur says sternly, hands flying to press your dress up without a word, “Let me see it.”

“Christ, the little bastard,” you whine, hands shaking a bit as you tug your skirts up and away from the two fanged wound, “It hurts.”

Arthur spares you a sympathetic look from his spot knelt in front of you before he unceremoniously latches his mouth to the flesh above your knee and sucks.

You gawk.

He, then, casually spits the venom from the bite out over his shoulder and pats your thigh.

As if nothing happened.

You’re still gawking.

“That cannot be good for you.”

“Probably not,” he rumbles, “But snake venom ain’t either.”

“… Was it even a venomous snake?”

“Noooo,” Arthur chirps sarcastically, head tilting, “I just wanted a good enough reason t’ lift yer skirts — ‘course it was venomous. Did y’ not see th’ stripes?”

“No, I was busy screamin’, thank you,” you swat at his shoulder. “And as if you’d need a reason.”

His brow quirks beneath his hat. “Y’ tryna tell me somethin’, Miss Turner?”

Suddenly, you’re very aware of the hand lingering on your calf — calloused fingers brush the skin there, hitching your breath a bit as you try desperately to keep your composure.

“Mr. Morgan — I’m simply stating…”

His eyes never break from yours, even as he leans to press a slow kiss to the front of your knee. Your heart jumps, skin absolutely burning from the languid kiss. He moves, then, scruff ticking the inside of your knee as he moves to press another kiss to the spot there.

You’re not at all sure where his confidence has come from, but you’re not at all complaining. In fact, you’ve turned to an absolute puddle, face pulled into a delight look of surprise that Arthur finds rather charming.

“Still hurt?”

“You,” you swallow thickly, “are doing a wonderful job of kissing it better.”

He laughs against your skin, smirk pulling the corner of his mouth as he bites a loving little mark to the inside of your knee. That startles a little gasp from you, one that leaves Arthur chasing more.

He shifts then, kneeling in the underbrush and finding your gaze again — it’s heavy with a burning tension that scalds him to think about. The skin under his fingertips is fire hot. Your dress is hiked up over your hips, showing the delicate lace undergarments there.

Under thick lashes, blue eyes dart to your covered core. Only for a moment. Like he’s glimpsing the way of forbidden fruit. They’re back on you in a moment as his hands scale your thighs.

You stir, belly stirring with heat that drives straight to the juncture between your legs as his hands brush you there.

“Y’ can tell me t’ stop,” he rasps, “An’ I’ll stop.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

That comes out a bit more desperate than you intend.

He ducks, then, pressing a searing kiss to the inside of your thigh that’s not nearly close enough to your core but very much there — you snag his hat, happily dropping it on your own head and threading greedy fingers into his hair.

Arthur smirks into your skin again, left hand crawling to press against you over your bloomers.

You gasp, then, hand shooting to grab his wrist. He moves to pull away, but you urge him on; his smile grows in confidence, a bit boyish, but very content with the reaction he’s rousing out of you.

“Good?”

“Very,” you exhale, dropping your head back a bit as his thumb presses against the bundle of nerves there — the friction is enough to have your legs shaking a bit. Your eyes are screwed shut, hand bracing you up on the stone wall as the other spurs him onward.

Snake bite long forgotten.

Arthur is very content kneeling in the dirt between your legs. You’re slowly but surely coming undone above him and it’s certainly a sight to be seen. Even with layers of clothing between you two, the moment is bathed in a sort of intimacy that has his own arousal aching.

Especially when you whine his name like that.

“I think,” he rumbles, chin high as he watches proudly as you squirm against his hand, “that bite a’ yers will be just fine, Miss Turner.”

A high peeled laugh, more breath than sound. “O-Oh? That’s good, thank you.”

Another hitch, another whine. 

He’s suddenly aware of how soaked you are through the lace. In response, he surges up, rising to snag you in a kiss that smothers the sweet, little sounds you’re making. You crumple, then, arching over the wall as Arthur straddles your thigh and continues his ministrations — this time circular and repetitive and in the perfect spot. His mouth latches to your throat, sucking a pretty, little bite into delicate skin there.

“Yer very welcome.”

“Arthur —” it’s a plead.

He laughs, low and deep, in your ear. “Mhm?”

Your hand finds his shirt, clawing at him as your hips buck and you whimper, breath stripped from you as he winds you higher and higher and higher —

“Go ahead,” he nearly purrs, “I gotcha.”

It’s blinding, really, when the monsoon of an orgasm washes over you. Your legs are shaking and your hearing goes for a moment, but you’re saying his name over and over like a prayer as you ride out the best feeling in the universe — and when you go slack, his hat falling off your head, he can only laugh all proud and warm and pat your thigh. 

All is quiet for a moment, then you come back to the world.

“Christ almighty.”

“Tha’s not my name —”

You throw his hat at him as he stands back, hands falling to his hips as he marvels a bit at the comical sight of you, draped over a stone wall with your skirts hiked over your hips. He catches it with a grin, shrugging it onto his head.

“You alrigh’ there, sleepin’ beauty?”

“Leave me here,” you chirp, bones like goo, “I’ll die happy.”

Arthur laughs again, shaking his head and fixing himself in his pants. He’s painfully hard but — he’ll take care of it later. This whole encounter is certainly wonderful fodder for when he’s alone. 

“C’mon, you. Can’t let y’ go septic because a’ tha’ bite.”

You guess he has a point.

You pull yourself up, pouting a bit.

Following him to Sugarcube, hitched beyond the trees, you can’t help but marvel at two things: the fact your knees are like pudding, and the fact Arthur’s head is held high as he clears the way to his horse. 

He’s proud of himself.

Sugarcube whinnies. You’re thankful she didn’t see the on-goings.

Arthur offers a hand to help you up. 

“You know,” he says slowly after a bit, “That’s barely the beginnin’ a’… that. Dyin’ happy comes much later.”

“Sounds like you’re tryna tell me somethin’, Mr. Morgan,” you chirp, hands around his waist, “Care t’ share?”

He just smiles, shaking his head as you laugh.

Modesty will be the bane of both your existences. 

[fangirlextraordinaire]

Need

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Black!reader

Summary: When life gets in the way, you & Jared need to reconnect.

Warnings: very slight angst, fluff, steamy but no smut

Word Count: 1.3k+

Written for @impala-dreamer​​‘s Make Me Feel It Challenge

My song: “Strip It Down” by Luke Bryan

20 years.  You’d been Mrs. Jared Padalecki for almost 20 years and cherished every single day. You were with him through it all: the movies, all the years of Supernatural, and the Walker reboot.  The pride shown in your eyes whenever you talked about him to your friends and family.  You loved that man and there’s no denying he felt the same about you.  Whenever he could, he would fly home to be with you, even if he only had a few hours before he had to be back.

As the years went on and the babies started coming, Jared was still loving but his attention was always split.  If it wasn’t the kids needing Daddy, it was the cons or interviews, or a million other things that he had to do.  You weren’t complaining-you knew the life of being married to a celebrity would not be an easy one.  It’s just that the fire between you too had fizzled out to barely a flicker.  You tried your best to hide it from him as he had enough to deal with without you adding another thing to his plate but it was gnawing away inside you.  No, you weren’t going out like that! Having 5 kids may have given you more curves than a Coke bottle but you were going to show Jared that you still could bring him to his knees.

Jared’s POV

This upcoming weekend is our anniversary and I can’t wait to get home to my wife.  I wanted to surprise her but I knew I couldn’t do my same old fancy Italian dinner and maybe a movie.  When did we become so predictable? How can this be the same couple who got lectured by Bob Singer himself for having sex on set? Or the couple who had a quickie in my parents’ bathroom during a party? It has to be something amazing, something that’ll knock her socks off.

Living within 30 minutes of my parents has major advantages.  Mom was thrilled to have the grandkids for a weekend once I explained my idea to her & Dad, who proceeded to make a dirty joke that made even my ears turn red.  I made them both promise not to say anything to Y/N or the kids.  

“Hey, are you up for some golf this weekend?,” Jensen asked while we were out on a run later that day. “Stephen and Brandon will be in town for a DC Comics thing.”

“No, I can’t, man.  It’s our anniversary this weekend and I’m taking Y/N out of town, not that she knows that yet.,” I say with a wink.

“You sly dog! Going for #6, huh?”

“No, you perv.  It’s just that it’s our 20th and I want to make it memorable, not just the same thing I’ve done every year.  Life has revolved around the kids for so long but I want to show her that she’s still my number one and always will be.”

Jensen wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.  “That was beautiful.” (*cue me rolling my eyes*)  “Seriously, though, I think she’s going to love whatever you do.  Where are you going?”

“I found this secluded cabin down near Smithville that I think will really surprise her.  Now, let’s go.  I’m starving!”

Y/N’s POV

I’ve been doing some soul-searching the past couple days and I think I came up with a good idea.  I was going to go the romcom route and decorate the house with rose petals, candles, the whole nine yards.  We rarely have the chance to do full-romance so I want to spoil him and rock his world.

I called Sherri & Gerald while out shopping for supplies and they were overly eager to take the kids but I figured they just miss them.  When I got back home, Jared ran up to me like an excited puppy.

“Hey babe.  I have a big surprise for you.  Mom & Dad are taking the kids for the weekend while you & I spend 3 uninterrupted days locked away in a cabin, clothes optional.”

Wait, what? Well, that trumps anything I had planned!

“Wha-? Are you serious? No wonder Sherri didn’t sound surprised when I asked her to watch the kids.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was planning something for YOU and called your parents to watch the kids but let’s go with your plan.  It sounds amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” he says dreamily while gently tilting my head upwards and placing a simple kiss on my lips.  As he pulls back, I grab his shirt and begin to deepen the kiss before we’re (rudely) interrupted by the 3 older kids, 13yo Phoenix, 10yo Gianna, and 8yo Kieran.

“Please don’t give me a reason to need therapy...or eye bleach,” says Phoenix.  He rolls his eyes as I ruffle his curly hair.  Even though he’s barely a teenager, he already dwarfs me like his Sasquatch father.

“How do you think you guys got here, huh? Trust me, it wasn’t the stork,” Jared says to a chorus of gags.

*le time skip*

We dropped the kids off at the Padaleckis’ Friday morning.  Anika & Amara, the 6-year-old twins, were not happy that they couldn’t come with us but one promise of ice cream for breakfast later, we were on our way.  We took the truck that had a bench seat in the front so I sat right beside Jared during the drive.  The thought of giving Jared a little preview of this weekend crossed my mind but since I didn’t want to end up in a ditch, I gave up on that.

About an hour later, after a quick grocery run, we were pulling up in front of a cute, cozy-looking cabin that might not end up on the cover of a magazine but it was perfect for us.  After bringing in all our stuff, we settled on the couch with some wine and a movie, almost like awkward teenagers.  Jared even did the weird fake-stretch move which caused some giggles from us both.  As our laughter died down, the atmosphere changed distinctly.  I could see his eyes darken as he looked me up & down.

Jared’s POV

I don’t know who moved first but one minute, we were staring at each other and the next, I was pulling her into my lap, kissing her with everything I had.  I ran my hands down from her face to those luscious curves that I fell in love with.  We broke apart, panting into each other’s mouths and she motions with her head towards the bedroom. A trail of clothes follows behind us but that’s a problem for tomorrow because tonight, she’s the only thing I plan to think about.

Y/N’s POV

I turned around to give him the full view of the new lingerie set I bought.  The lust is clear in his eyes and any insecurity I had disappears.

“Do you like it?,” I whisper so as not to disturb the mood.  

He doesn’t answer verbally but picks me up and places me underneath him on the bed.  He’s kissing me again but it’s not like the couch kiss.  This is raw, unbridled passion like when we first got married. I reach behind me to unhook my bra while he slowly pulls it down my thong & garter as if he’s unwrapping a fragile present.  I’ve never felt sexier than right now with the way he’s looking at me from between my legs.

He knows all the right things to do to make me sing for him more than once. So glad he went with a secluded cabin because the neighbors would definitely know his name.  While it has been a bit since we could be together like this, we fell right back in sync, finding our rhythm.  

His grip is bruising on my hips, I leave scratches on his back.

I moan, he grunts, we finish together and ride the high.

I cuddle into his side as we catch our breath.  No words need to be spoken as we look in each other’s eyes, knowing that we needed this, needed to get back to each other.

[fanficsaremylifeline]

Hi. My name is Peter Parker. You might know me from such hits as “local idiot accidentally poisons himself” or “resident disaster human being gets his girlfriend lettuce, thinking it were flowers”. (Luckily, both these happenstances went over without too much of a hitch. But you probably already guessed that, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell you all this, now would I?)

This is the story of another time I – albeit with the best intentions – really messed up.

It all started about ten days ago. I was at home, just minding my own business, when the doorbell rang, followed by my Aunt calling out: “Peter, you have visitors!”

After putting down my comic book, I walked out to the living room, to find Mr Captain America, Mr The Winter Soldier White Wolf and Mr Falcon standing there.

“Uhm hi.”

“Heya, Queens”, Mr America smiled. “You doing alright?”

“Yeah, Brooklyn”, I grinned back. “What brings you by?”

“We could do with your help on a mission.”

“What kind of mission are we talking about here?” Aunt May eyed the Avengers quite sternly, and it was almost funny to see the superheroes, that had fought in World War II shy back in fear. Totally understandable, though, I don't think there's anyone that warrants more respect than Aunt May. Ok, maybe Pepper Potts. And most definitely MJ. MJ, that's short for Michelle Jones, she's my girlfriend the absolute best, most wonderful person, ever. Like, she's so smart, she's really badass and doesn't take anybody's shit. And she's so pretty, like really beautiful, inside even more so than out, although that's not even possible. And when she laughs... The whole room lights up and my brain's entire bio-chemistry just blows up. MJ is the absolute best, perfection incarnate and I realize that I maybe may have trailed off a bit there... Sorry 'bout that, let me get back to the story.

Where was I?

Right, Mr America, Bucky, Sam, a mission and a stern Aunt May.

“It's nothing military”, Steve explained. “It's Tony's birthday coming up and we'd like to get him something special.”

“That's why we need your help”, Sam continued. “You do know him better than we do, after all.”

“And you probably have the best idea what to get the guy that already has everything”, Bucky finished their pitch.

“That is a really wonderful idea”, May smiled.

“Yeah, it's totally awesome”, I agreed. “And I might just have an idea what to get him...”

For purposes of dramatic story telling, I won't share the surprise we got for Mr Stark just yet. Rest assured though, it is a good one.

Spending the afternoon together was a lot of fun. After having gotten the surprise, we all went for doughnuts. The Avengers couldn't stay too long though, they had appointments back at the compound, some sort of meeting, that I am happy to miss out on. Seriously, those Avenger meetings are boring as hell!

So I did what I love doing in my free time: I went out on patrol.

Oh right, that's something else you need to know about me first. Do you see that red figure, swinging through the streets, doing a flip and landing right over there on that rooftop? Yeah, that's me. For I am a superhero! But not just any old superhero, I am the one and only Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man, vigilante par excellence and part time Avenger. As little as I enjoy showing off, I have to admit that this is pretty awesome. I'm super strong, can climb up walls, walk on ceilings and my newest suit update even made me bulletproof! (Well, not me directly, but to quote the one and only Ironman: “The suit and me are one”, so you get where I'm going with this.)

That particular day there wasn't going on too much, though. Few pick-pockets, a car thief, but other than that it was slow, crime-wise. The problem with days like these is that it gives my mind plenty of chances to roam, especially around that one thought: I still hadn't found the perfect birthday gift for Mr Stark myself. Which yes, sounds ironic, given that I had found the perfect thing for the other Avengers to gift him, but not the right thing for me to give him. You see, our relationship started out as this sort of mentorship, where he helped me with the suit, showed me the way around an engineer's lab and is always ready to help out during patrol. By now he's more like my family. And yes, I found this pretty funny shirt, with that graph having a bunny and a duck as the x- and y-axes. No, let me rephrase that, it's not pretty funny, it's freaking hilarious. But it doesn't really say how important Mr Stark and our relationship is to me.

But what do you give the guy who is kind of like a Dad to you?

Unfortunately, even though I'm pretty smart, this thought process took a lot longer than I'd have liked. Even with the help of Ned and MJ, the smartest and best people I know, I got jack with a side of squat. The best thing they came up with was for me to cook a nice dinner for Mr Stark and Pepper. Which would be a wonderful idea, if I could cook something other than toaster-waffles or microwave-popcorn. And, as delicious as either of those are, neither really make for a fancy dinner fit for my father-figure's fiftieth birthday.

“Come on, you can make him a cake at least”, Ned mumbled, clearly caring more about my issue than the Spanish Test we were supposed to be taking right now. And that is the exact reason why he's my best friend and why I love him so.

“Fine. You know how to make a cake?”

“That's what the internet's for”, MJ hissed over.

So that's where I ended up (after getting detention for talking during a test), in front of my computer, googling how to make a cake. But just a cake wasn't enough. It was like a nice entrée, but the main course had to be so mind-blowingly amazing, showing Tony how much he means to me.

At this point of the story I'd like you all to burn into your mind how pure my intentions were and you have to agree that all I'm doing is the most amazing shit. Right, now that we're in agreement that I'm a wonderful, charming person and a delight to have around, let me continue to where everything started to go downhill.

Regrettably, all my fantastic ideas didn't really hit until the night before, which brings me to my first mistake: me thinking I could plan the most wonderful and amazing gift for Tony in about one night. Needless to say, I didn't really think all of it completely through (Mistake 2). And, for added motivation, I ingested an interesting and possibly quite dangerous mix of coffee and redbull (Mistake 3).

At first everything started out perfectly fine. The recipe was simple enough, I barely burned the damn thing and the parts that were a little dark were easily enough covered in chocolate. Some blueberries on top and I even managed to fit 50 candles on top.

Oh, you should have seen Tony's face when I carried it into the compound, he was so happy!

“Peter, that looks so delicious! I'm not sure I'm that old, though.”

“Sorry”, I shrugged and barely bit down my grin, but it's just so much fun to rile up Tony, especially when it came to his age.

“Yeah, yeah”, he grumbled and, with his arm around my shoulder pushed me to the living room, “let's jump ahead before you say something that might make me throw you out of my house.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“How was school?”

Oh fuck. After spending all morning in the kitchen, there might have been something I might have forgotten... (Mistake 4). Shit, May was so going to ground me.

“Nothing unusual”, I lied. (Mistake 5 – never, ever lie to Tony Stark, no matter how big or small the fib). “MJ and Ned wish you a very happy birthday.”

“Thank them from me. Now, the official party that is supposed to be a surprise starts in an hour.”

“Which of course you know about”, I grinned. It was virtually impossible to keep anything from Tony in this building.

“Naturally”, he grinned back. “Wanna sample a taste first, though?”

“I would love to try this perfection of palpable divinities.” (Misplaced confidence and hubris – mistake 6).

“Right.” It was with a roll of his eyes that Tony got a knife out. “So, the trick is to cut out a small slice from the middle, push the sides back together and...”

“Yeah, yeah, what do you take me for?”, I shot back, “I'm not too dumb myself.” That statement will soon be disproved, but let's revel in the beauty that is this moment where everything is still alright.

And for a few glorious moments, everything was perfect. The cake was delicious and Tony seemed to think so, too. Until he started clearing his throat. And again.

“You alright?”

“What's in that cake?”, he coughed, loosening his tie. “Not walnuts, is it?” (And that would be mistake 7).

“Uhm yeah?” Well shit. “Please don't tell me...” Of fucking course Tony would be fucking allergic to my birthday cake. “FRI, tell Bruce we're on our way to the medbay.”

“It's ok”, Tony choked, “I'll be...”

“Yes, you'll be fine.” I tried my all to sound not too panicked, I'm honestly not so sure if I succeeded, what, with my focus being on trying to get Mr Stark some help. Admittedly I all but carried him to the medbay, which he probably didn't appreciate as much as I hoped he would, but well. Safety first. (And maybe, next time, figure out what allergies the people around me have).

A shot from Bruce later, it was ok again. I would love to say it was great, but well. The admittedly disgusting looking swelling around his neck went down, and he even managed to sort of breathe again, but it still didn't look all that healthy. In short: it fucking sucked.

“Hey kid, it's alright, lived through worse.”

That might have been true, but then it hadn't been my fault. And it had been on the battlefield, not within the safety of his home and the comfort that was supposed to be his birthday party.

“And you didn't ruin my birthday”, Tony continued; apparently now able to hear every single one of my thoughts. “It doesn't matter if I look a little puffy on the pictures. It's still gonna be a fantastic party.”

“Of course he knows about the party”, Bruce scoffed. “Who blabbed?”

“Nobody did”, Tony made clear, “I'm a genius, remember?”

“Yeah, so are the other people present.”

Not that I felt much like a genius at that very moment. And Mr Stark was definitely in worse shape than “just a little puffy”. The rash had gone down a bit, but under normal circumstances Tony wasn't that red unless when wearing his iron suit and he tried not to let anything on, but I was pretty sure that whatever Tony would try to eat would be immediately thrown up again.

The other Avengers thought the whole thing to be hilarious. Which it really wasn't. Trust me. I know I wasn't the one who who almost died, but almost killing my father-figure? Being the person responsible for taking down Ironman?

Given the – hopefully understandable – embarrassment, I'm going to skip telling you about the teasing, the comments, the jabs, the laughter and everything the Avengers dished out. Well, as luck would have it, my actual present was still to come and that just had to blow everybody's mind enough that they'd forget my poisoning of Tony.

So not too long into that horrible party, I happily excused myself and headed straight for mistake number 8: letting my frustration motivate all my next moves. It would probably be best to tell you what I envisioned for my proper gift: personalized fireworks. Before you say anything, I now know that it was a horrible idea. There is probably no need for me to tell you what happened next, is there? To put a painful story short there was a loud bang and then things around me go dark.

If I'm being perfectly honest, I couldn't tell you much more details about that very situation if I wanted to, it's all a little hazy and Mr Dr Bruce say it's to blame on me hitting my head when that explosion threw me across the workshop. That we know thanks to FRIDAY, the Stark AI, having recorded it all and it would have been quite nice to remember that because the footage looks rad.

Anyways, I survived. Yay! Aunt May threatened some workshop-restrictions and a bit of grounding, not so yay, and MJ called me a dumbass, which is MJ-language for 'I'm glad you're not dead and I love you'. So, yay on that as well.

At the end of the day it was just Pepper and Tony cuddled on one couch, Happy and Rhodey decidedly not cuddling on another and me with my head on Aunt May's lap while she put her fingers through my hair, which is just the most soothing feeling in the world.

“I don't want to kill the mood, but mind telling us why you first tried to kill me and then yourself?”

“I didn't try to kill anyone. I just wanted to give you the perfect birthday gift.”

“That is the absolute sweetest thing”, he smiled. Well, I think he smiled, his face was at that point still weirdly swollen. “But you do know that every gift from you is the perfect gift, right? Even those ridiculous shirts are worth more than any Gucci suit.”

“Well, if you're bringing it up...” With that bruise on my face my smile looked probably similarly skew and messed up as Tony's. “If the cake was the entrée and the fireworks the main course, this is dessert.” From underneath the couch, where I had hidden it, I got out the last present. It took me probably an hour to wrap that damn t-shirt, suffered countless paper-cuts, invented half a dozen new swearwords and it still looked like it got caught under a steamroller. Maybe giving gifts just isn't my strong suit...

“This doesn't blow up if I open it, does it?”, Tony grinned.

“I didn't expect the other two to go that disastrous, so who knows?”

It didn't blow up, in case you were wondering. And Tony loved it, in case you were wondering about that.

So there we are. I am an idiot, yes, I know that, Mr Stark knows that and you know that, but I believe I'm an adorable idiot. It's been a few days since Mr Stark's birthday, I'm all healed, as is Tony. Of course I have not yet lived it down; the Avengers unfortunately aren't forgetful when it comes to idiocy and therefore I have repeatedly been gifted walnuts over the last few days and will continue to receive them for a long time to come.

But that's alright. The best gift, as it turned out in the end, wasn't for Tony, but for me: at his latest press thing, Mr Stark actually wore the shirt I got him. An official SI press conference, with the most prestigious papers and news outlets from all over the world and he showed up not in a fancy expensive suit, but in the damn science-pun shirt about rabbits and ducks. And all the explosions and near-death experiences can go to hell, because the very picture of Tony wearing MY shirt adorned all the newspapers this morning. And that's the best present anybody could ever get.

The End

Oh shit, wait, I totally forgot to tell you what the Avengers got Tony! You're going to love this. A little hint: Pepper wasn't all that happy about it. Yeah, you got it: a giant plush-bunny! Exactly, it's amazing.

Huh, maybe I'm not that bad at having gift ideas after all...

[talltalesandbedtimestories]

A View To A Winchester (Part 8)

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Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.

A Dean X OFC story. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle.

Section Word Count:  5,483

Section Content: fluff, flirting, arousing, kissing, R-rated language, drinking, more Spice Girls references

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The doorbell chimed at 8:03 pm. Julie had been pacing in the entryway since 7:50 pm. Unsure as to which entrance Dean would choose, she’d closed the curtains to the sliding door. Mood lighting had been set to a somewhat romantic minimum. She still wanted to be able to ogle the man.

Every thought and decision that day had in one way or another circled back to Dean. She’d even dreamed about him that night. The mild annoyances of work texts and emails, when she made the mistake to check her inbox, did little to sidetrack her from the tasks leading up to this moment.

There’d been no calls, no texts from Mr. Winchester since the night before. And she’d made a point to avoid staring out her office window or back door every five minutes. A quick trip out to the backyard to toss some garbage found the Impala still in his driveway. Tingles of excitement rushed over her skin. There was a very real probability that Dean could be keeping an eye out for her. That he’d been doing it for weeks produced a grin on her face throughout the day.

Now, her gaze lingered at the imposing shadow outlined against the beveled glass of the front door. A check in the mirror produced a nod. She inhaled and took in the surrounding scents. The perfume was not overpowering. The other aroma filling the air had her the most anxious. She couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

Julie pulled on the door and braced herself, leaning against the edge for support. Thank goodness she had. Spotlighted in a golden wash of technicolor, Dean stood at the base of the step up in a radiant glory. The man was actually glowing.

He was still taller than her by a few inches, even with her temporary height advantage. It afforded her the opportunity to only tilt her head up in a slight nod to gaze at his face.

His mouth cocked up the side in a sassy grin. It fell away as he gave her a once over, top to bottom. Have at it, Mr. Winchester. I’m going to revel in the constant blushing you’ll be causing tonight. There it is, that damn lip licking. Good God. His gaze rode its way up her body back to her face. His grip on the neck of the wine bottle tightened. “Evenin’.”

“Hi.” Her mouth managed to spill out the one word greeting. She stepped aside to welcome him in.

Dean stepped up into the entryway, now towering beside her. He took the lead to close the door with one hand, offering the bottle with the other. “Wine.”

She grinned. “Thank you.” She grabbed the bottle at the base, intent on avoiding any skin. She might jump his bones right there if they made contact. “Have a seat if you’d like.” Her nod pointed to the living room.

His nose twitched. A deep inhale followed. His posture straightened, gaining inches of stature. Julie pursed her lips and squashed a grin. “What’d you make?” he asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

This man standing in front of her was so other level, so beyond reachable and enigmatic in terms of attractiveness and attitude. Top shelf and bottom of the barrel somehow all at once. A tailored three-piece suit mixed with a leather jacket worn out to perfection. But there was also something so approachable and knowing, as well, that made her willing to put herself out there.

Is this what they mean by chemistry? It’s been so long, I forgot what it felt like. She ripped the imaginary censor tape off her mouth. “You may have entered this house a single man, Dean, but, by the end of the night...” She trailed off.

A genuine, unadulterated smile lined his mouth. “Don’t tease, sweetheart.”

She laughed. “Why not? Can’t take what you so easily dish out?”

“Not where pie is concerned.”

“Sit. Please. Make yourself comfortable.”

He nodded and wandered toward the sofa. Those damn bowlegs and swagger getting all her attention and throwing her off her train of thought. Dark, midnight blue jeans and a deep forest green button up shirt, with sleeves rolled up to the elbow, hugged his figure. And the man was wearing cowboy boots. Fucking cowboy boots. Kill me now.

Before he could turn around to catch her staring, she ducked into the kitchen to catch her breath. The white wine went into the fridge. Cool air from the open door skirted over and bathed her already goose-pimpled skin. “Can I get you something to drink?” She called out.

“Sure.”

“Bourbon?”

“You’ve got bourbon and pie?!” She couldn’t quite make out the muttering that followed the quizzical exclamation. “That’d be great,” he said in a louder volume that carried clear into the kitchen.

Julie came back with two tumblers a minute later.

“You drink bourbon?” he asked. His fingers wrapped around hers as she passed the glass. His eyes lifted in what looked to be mild surprise with the touch.

She let the warmth of his rough hand permeate and wash under her skin. “No, actually. But, I figured you did.” She sat next to him on the couch, careful not to spill the small amount of liquor in her glass.

“Was it your goal to check off all my favorite things tonight?”

She shrugged and crossed her legs. “Wouldn’t say goal. Hope.”

Dean toasted in mid-air and took a sip. Brows rose. “Hm. Well done with the bourbon.” His gaze trailed over her floral print dress. The fabric had the right amount of flutter over her sleeves and flounce around her chest for Julie. The knee length skirt rested a tad high up her thigh, thanks to an intentional tug of her fingers when his eyes got to that destination. A lick of his lips, when the stare halted at the revealed skin, had been the hoped-for reaction. She sipped to hide the giddy grin. The liquid sliding down her throat was velvet fire. It forced her mind to concentrate on the sensory effect of something other than Dean Winchester.

His silent assessment resumed. But whether it had been seconds or minutes Julie could not be a reliable witness. He stopped again at her favorite nude-colored, closed-toe, strappy heels. She twirled her foot. Only one of Dean’s eyebrows rose that time.

The ensemble had been the easiest decision she’d made that day. It made her feel sassy, sexy, confident, and every ounce a woman.

An unexpected dart of his eyes shot back to hers. Held breath zapped out of her lungs like a popped balloon. She hoped the reaction didn’t look as ridiculous as it sounded. But there was no laugh or throat clearing from him. “You look really nice tonight.” He added, in that beguiling baritone, “But, I don’t think I’ve seen you not look nice.”

She smiled at how good he was at covering all bases. “Thank you.” Her fingers danced over the tumbler’s etched glass. “You mentioned asking me out on a proper date, but having no clue what that was.” She shrugged. “I’m a little rusty in that department. Thought this might ease us both into the idea.”

He smiled and thumbed the rim of his glass. “Rusty is not how I would describe it. So, why no dinner?”

She laughed. “Hey, I made dessert.” He returned her laugh with a chuckle. “I don’t know. Don’t tell Brigida I flat out refused to make you dinner. I’ll get my wooden spoon taken away as punishment.”

That produced an even deeper laugh out of Dean’s throat. Composure regained after another sip, he studied her through a side stare. “It’s almost like you had something else in mind that would be occupying our time.”

“Just talking.” She tried to flash him her most innocent smile.

“Riiight.” He dragged out the word. “Did your friends have a lot to talk about when I left last night?”

“So much… I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Hm. Catherine’s cute.”

Julie smiled. “She is.”

“So, I got the stamp of approval?”

“With some cautious reservations.”

“Sound like good friends.”

“They are. I don’t see them as often as I’d like to… you know, everyone always seems too busy to get together. But, Karen’s been checking up on me since she heard about Steve and...” She trailed off. Great, already mentioning the ex.

Dean nodded and cut her off, “Were you all in a sorority together? Did you have sexy sleepovers?” He raised his brows in a quick and comical gesture.

Julie laughed at his levity and the obvious attempt to bail her out with a topic change. “No sorority. We just all ended up in the same hall of our dorm. Bonded over Spice Girls and Sambuca one night. That was all she wrote.”

A frown. “Spice Girls?”

She shrugged. “I’m a Pop girl. But, I do appreciate classic rock.”

“Appreciate? Do you listen to it? Make a concerted effort to seek it out? Speak the truth, sweetheart.” His tone was serious, demanding, and kind of pushy. Damn. If he gets this worked up about music…

“Not really.”

He sighed. “Can you name me one Zeppelin song?”

She shook her head.

He clutched at his heart. “Confirms it. You aren’t the perfect woman.” Another sigh escaped those full lips, longer and drawn out this time. A heavy nod followed the resolved expression. “I should go.” Forlorn, puppy dog eyes met hers.

Jesus. Dramatic much? “If that’s really the deal breaker, then I guess you should go.” Julie played along.

He raised a finger. “How about this? You let me give you a crash course in classic rock one day. And, you promise never to subject me to the Spice Girls.”

Julie laughed. “I can’t promise that. But, I won’t intentionally play it in your presence, how about that?”

He produced a “Meh” and downturned his mouth.

“Are you quite the professor of rock and roll?”

“Oh yeah.” She found his eyes gazing with intent at her lips. “I could teach you a lot.”

The static charge was catapulting a frenzy of sexy into the room. Her body was drawn to his like a dowsing rod to water. Her ass shifted. Fingers rubbed over her neck, feeling the warmth. I’m probably beet red.

Dean’s hand that held the tumbler rose. One of the fingers popped free from the grip and did a swinging point at her face. “No glasses.”

“I went with contacts tonight.”

He grinned, “And, you wore your hair down again.”

“You said you liked it...”

He leaned in a few inches. Her thought cut off at the action. His visage turned to stone; eyes almost primal in their focus on her mouth. Again. “I like a lot of things.”

Holy shit. She froze in place. Could only stare at the beauty. Freckles. How did I not notice those before?

“This is dangerous, Julie.” He pulled himself back.

“W-why? What’s dangerous?”

“You are doing everything in your power to push all my buttons.” He shook his head. “It’s sexy as hell. But it’s only going to end one way.”

“What way is that?” Please say sex on this couch.

“Told you. Me turning into a jackass.”

Way to be a downer, Dean. Her lids narrowed. “Do you really believe that?”

He shrugged. “Decades of experience.”

“Can we just enjoy this?” Her plea was firm in its tone. “I’ve been through a crappy divorce from what turned out to be a turd of a husband hiding his yearlong shitty and adulterous behavior.” She closed her eyes. “I’d like to believe that we are two damaged adults that deserve some flirting and feel good times right now. I’m trying not to ‘what if’ you into the circling drain of catastrophic proportions.”

When she opened her eyes after the rant, she found him smiling.

She nodded. “Pie?”

His grin spread. “Pie.”

~~~~~

Three more glasses of bourbon on Dean’s end had loosened him into a comfortable heap on the sofa. He was on his third piece of pie, too. Julie had been mindful and stuck to the one glass. The pie, however, called out for a second slice to be cut. The conversation had shot into that wonderful galaxy of transitions and rabbit holes, where struggling to find the original thought only led to more discovery.

“Okay,” Dean shifted in his seat, “tell me one good thing about your ex.” He dusted some crust from the side of his mouth back onto the plate.

“Ugh,” she frowned.

“You just said you try to find one good thing about anyone and anything.”

“I didn’t think you were going to call me out on it.”

He smiled. “I’m sure you can. It was ten years, right?”

She eyerolled, turning pensive. “Steve always put the seat down.”

Dean laughed. “Gotta give him more than that.” He pointed at her. “Or, I blame you for staying that long.”

She sighed and plucked an apple with her fork. “He was a hard worker. He loved my mom, even though she always rode him for not being ‘the man’ she thought he should be. Not that my mom has a great grasp of a healthy male/female dynamic, mind you. He always tried to make her happy. And, by extension, me happy.” She went deeper. “He was romantic, even when I’d try to mess up his plans and be a grump. He was big on romance, for a long time.”

She caught Dean inspecting whatever reaction washed over her face. His gaze softened. “What happened?”

Julie shrugged. “Maybe I took him for granted. Maybe he took me for granted. Maybe a mid-life crisis turned his brain to mush and he thought he’d find happiness with a twenty something yoga instructor. I don’t know. He never offered an explanation. And, I didn’t want to hear one, anyway.”

“Yoga instructor?” Dean grinned.

Julie grinned at Dean’s grin. “You’re thinking about how bendy she is, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “I dated a yoga instructor. I know how bendy they are.”

“Do tell.”

His eyebrows rose. “You want details?”

Her bare feet, having long kicked off the heels, slid onto the sofa cushion and nestled under her ass and skirt. “All the details.” Another bit of pie slid into her mouth.

“She was pretty amazing.” He grabbed at the glass on the floor beside his spot and took a gulp. His reminiscent stare into the liquor heated Julie up again. He grinned, not meeting her eyes. “She could get into these positions… well, it was… awesome.” He returned the glass to its spot and focused on the pie plate. “Lisa was great on lots of levels.”

There was a palpable warmth to his memory. How long will it take me to think of Steve with even an ounce of that fondness? Will I ever be able to again? “Were you with her long?”

“Little over a year.” He stretched a bit and brought his eyeline back up to meet hers. “When I tried the normal life thing.” His eyes rounded like saucers. “God, that was like... over a decade ago. Ben’s in his twenties now.”

“Ben?”

“Lisa’s son.”

“Do you keep in touch?”

“Nah. It was better to cut ties. Have them move on, like I’d never messed up their life to begin with.”

“I’m sure you didn’t…”

“I did.” Dean nodded with certainty. “But, it was better after me, I guarantee it. What about you, though? Ten years. I mean, how are you doing with that kind of change?”

“Does it sound bad if I say it wasn’t as hard as I’d thought it would be?”

Dean smiled.

“I mean, the betrayal, the dishonesty, the collapse of my marriage. Yeah, that was devastating and had me on the fast track to a pint of Ben and Jerry’s every night. I cried for weeks… tried to keep my work life together during the day just to come home, wrecked, to an empty, fucking huge house… because he was staying over at Chelsea’s apartment until he got a new place.”

His face deadpanned. “Her name was Chelsea?”

Another eyeroll. “Yeah. And, our ‘marriage’ friends hightailed it out of existence… probably because most of them had known and didn’t want me to know that I knew that they knew.” She watched Dean try to process her ramble. She laughed at how absurd she sounded. “It was tough. I started to go to therapy again.” She waved a hand in the air. “Then, I found this place.” She slowed her breathing. “I had something that was mine again. Just mine. I don’t know, it kind of centered me.”

His cocky grin returned. “I hear the view’s pretty great, too.”

“The view is awesome.” Julie giggled.

“Oh, man.” He let out a huge yawn and leaned into the crook of the sofa’s corner. He slid like a serpent on his back, molding into the cushions. His legs draped over the edge. The empty pie plate and fork rested on the center of his chest, teetering a bit. “I’m feeling really good right now.” A beefy, muscled arm raised over his head. He clutched the armrest. His eyes closed.

“I bet.” Julie mumbled, staring.

An eye shot open. “Open invitation to come on over and find out.” He teased and knocked a knee against one of hers.

The ping pong game of flirting had been ongoing, with neither one missing a return yet. “But, I might take advantage of you, in this drunken state of yours.”

“Take, woman, take.” He grumbled and shut his eyes again. “Seriously, though…”

“Hm?” Julie deposited her empty plate on the side table.

“Did your husband not eat? Did he hate sweets? Cause, just as an act of self-preservation and I don’t know… non-stupidity… to give up ever eating your mom’s food… or, taste your baked goods again…” The brows twitched suggestively above his closed eyes.

Dirty, cheesy jokes. He’s lucky he’s so damn good looking. “Maybe Chelsea’s a good cook?” Julie offered.

Dean’s eyes batted open in a lazy gesture. “Yeah, and I’ve won the Nobel friggin’ Peace Prize.” He wagged a finger. “Now, if he’s anything like my brother, I might understand the short sightedness on his part.”

“Is your brother an asshole?” Julie grinned.

He chuckled. “No. He’s very fond of kale, though. He could resist your food charms.” Dean licked his lips, his chin to his chest, eyeing her. “But, he’s not blind. And, if he wasn’t already in a committed relationship…”

Julie gave him her best sexy side eye. “What?”

“We’d probably have to rock paper scissors for it.”

She tilted her head. “For what?”

“The chance to try out our best moves on you.” Dean rose up in slow motion to a sitting position, mansplaying into her half of the couch. He slid the fork and plate onto the nearby coffee table.

You got this. Julie was keenly aware of how her entire body thrummed to her heartbeat. And how soaked her panties were. Just talking to him and being in close proximity is wrecking me… what would happen if... She readjusted her sitting position as well, crossed her legs, and clenched her thighs together. Got me slippery enough to slide off the damn couch. “Do I have a say in the matter? What’s your brother like?”

“Oh, he’s a total nerd. Living in San Jose, trying to finally get a law degree from Stanford.”

“Lawyer material, huh?” Julie gave him an impressed nod.

“Okay, calm down.” Dean raised a hand in jest. “Like I said, he’s taken. And, you wouldn’t like him.” Dean shook his head with certainty.

Julie giggled. “You don’t know that. I consider myself somewhat of a nerd. Maybe we’re kindred spirits. What’s he look like?”

Dean sighed and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. Julie marveled, realizing that neither one of them had glanced at a phone over the past hour. The television had remained off as well. His finger tapped and scrolled for some time before showing her his screen. “That’s him and his girlfriend, Eileen.”

Julie’s eyebrows rose. “Wow. Your family gene pool is quite impressive.”

“Well, thank you.” He smirked. “But, still, I think I’d have a better shot. I mean, look at his hair.”

“Very bouncy. Really cute.” She noted some slight agitation from him as she continued to stare at the picture. He pulled the phone away and slipped it back into his pocket. Pushing ALL of his buttons was turning out to be very entertaining. “My brother and his family live in San Francisco. Not too far from San Jose. Maybe I should pay him a visit the next time I find myself over there.”

“Yeah, well… he’s a bit high maintenance. Me, on the other hand… ready to go at a moment’s notice.”

“So, you’re easy going?”

His lips jutted out into an exaggerated pout. “I don’t know if I’d say ‘easy going’. Easy maybe.” He winked.

“Love ‘em and leave ‘em type then?”

“Pretty much. But, there was an underlying reason. It wasn’t all about me being an ass.” He took another swig of his drink. “That’s why…” his tongue smacked against the roof of his mouth, “I really shouldn’t be here. The family business I was in for so long... It put anyone my brother and I got close to in danger. It was better to stay unattached.” He tilted the glass in her direction. “And, you haven’t lubricated me with enough liquor, or dessert, to get more info outta me on that.” The gaze dropped into his glass.

You’ve got me lubricated enough, you full time fucking flirt. Julie screwed her lips together. She took some time to gather her thoughts. “Is that what happened with Lisa? She ended up in danger?”

He clenched his jaw. That was enough of a response.

“But, your brother has a girlfriend now.”

“Yeah. Goin’ on two years.”

“Something changed then, when you moved on from the family business?”

He nodded, a grin slow to form as he looked back up. “You could say the family business went out of business. Our services weren’t needed as much.”

“So, he isn’t worried about his girlfriend’s safety? Your brother?”

“She was in the same business for a long time. Can take care of herself. I don’t think she’s a Spice Girls fan.” A wicked smirk unfurled.

Julie took silent offence at the dig. She nodded, processing the information to continue her original line of questioning. “Danger still out there?”

He shrugged and dropped the glass. “No, not really. I mean, not like it was. Every so often there’s a blip. But, I’d say it’s been the quietest I’ve known in… well, forever.”

“You are only making me more curious, you know that, right?”

Dean leaned in. One hand dragged along her dangling calf. Those rough, calloused fingers lit her up like flint against a match. Her nose scrunched as she tried to maintain some composure. The smile on his face sparked up into his eyes. Those damn crinkles multiplied. “Are you getting frustrated?”

“No.”

“Cause I’ve seen you make that face when it looks like you were frustrated.”

She sighed. “Maybe a little frustrated.”

He slid along the seat, bending his leg like snipping scissors to get closer. The oh so warm calf wedging along her thigh. An arm snaked behind her on the couch. Nostrils flared, sniffing the air like a hungry bloodhound. “I can take care of that for you, Julie.” He whispered. “All you gotta do is ask.” He teased out a smile. “Tell me what you want.” He paused. “What you really…” Another long pause. “Really.” Even longer. “Want.” The word slipped out of his mouth, slow and tasty, with a click of his teeth at the end for even more dramatic effort.

Awareness of what he had just done made her grin.

His head tilted. “I may have come across ‘Spice World’ on cable a few times while channel surfing. Being in the middle of a Baby and Ginger sandwich might be fun.” He inhaled deep again and a quick dart of his gaze fell to her lap before coming back to scan her facial features.

Shit, can he smell how wet and excited he’s making me? “What do you want?” She held his stare, desperately trying to keep some control of her faculties. Even though every cell in her body was begging to give in to the temptation that was Dean Winchester. “Are you looking for a woman that knows this mysterious family business like your brother’s girlfriend?”

The focus of his hypnotic green, glassy eyes traced over different spots on her face. She admired his ridges and furrows and planes up close. The slope of his nose was a perfect angled dream. Evidence of a hard life lived was scattered all over amid the youthful, sin-full lips and speckling of freckles. There was earned wisdom in his eyes behind the golden flecked irises. She couldn’t remember the last time she was in the presence of anyone so very handsome and beautiful. And? There was something else she’d been trying to pinpoint since she chanced on him, in the dark, that first night. The words slammed into her mind. Tragic. But, not just that. Heroic.

He remained quiet, stoic. Not answering her questions. Only wrecking her with his inspection, intent on getting her to concede. She pushed through, answering her own query.  “Cause, fun little fact, I’m probably not that kind of woman. I’m guessing that woman is badass.” His fingers traced the skin by her sleeve. She was melting, drowning. And it was heaven. Ah, fuck it. “Now, if you’re looking for a one and done type situation…?”

He shook his head. “No. Not with you. I’m pretty sure I want to have you all sorts of ways. Not just one and done.”

The vocal confirmation made her lips twitch up. “Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of like your chauvinistic, caveman style.”

“Oh, I’m telling everybody.” He whispered, even closer now. Bourbon and cinnamon-apple breath danced over her lips. “But, for clarification,” the tease was still stroking her calf, “what exactly is my chauvinistic, caveman style?” He gave her a little head tilt. “You know, when I tell everybody.”

“Hm, well, you walked me home that one night.”

“That’s just looking out for your safety. I’d say that’s the opposite of caveman. Otherwise, I’d just drag you back by your hair to my lair.” He urged for more details with a roll of his fingers on her shoulder.

“But thinking I can’t look out for myself could be considered…” She slammed her mouth shut. I really don’t want to get into a debate on feminism with this man right now. His stare was far away and centered all at once. One finger stroked the upward curve of her neck, just under her earlobe. The gaze broke from her eyes, now interested in the same spot as that finger. His entire body leaned into her right side. So fucking close. “Um,” she hesitated.

“Come on. You gotta give me more than that.” His nose nuzzled into the wavy curls against her neck. He inhaled. An almost imperceptible moan emerged from his throat on the exhale.

She sighed and leaned into the enticing action. “I guess it’s not a style exactly. More like an aura?”

His posture tipped back, enough to brush his cheek along her jawline. His scruff rubbing like fine grit sandpaper. And, goddamn, his lips were so close to hers for a fraction of a second. “Aura?” The one word released in a jagged, hot breath. He dipped back toward her neck.

“You’re very… male…”

He chuckled against tender flesh. Goosebumps formed. She twitched at the almost touch. “I hope so.”

“I don’t know. You seem so… strong… capable… take charge. I think you’d make a very lucky lady feel safe. If you gave yourself the chance to try.”

And then, she felt it. The pressure of his soft, full lips rested at the base of her neck. They sizzled, lit the fuse. His hands wrapped around her in an instant. He gripped her into a bear hug of the hottest proportions. Their chests melded together, his muscles pressing into her soft curves. Firm, unmoving. Even his lips remained still. His heartbeat, however, that pulsed through her own skin.

She jolted at the sensation of his tongue teasing out from his lips, tasting her. His smile seared into her skin. Then, light kisses ran up her jaw. She tilted her head up, providing him full access to whatever the fuck he wanted. He trailed the outline of her chin with his lips. She dared open her eyes when his mouth retreated.

She had not been prepared for the look of want. His fingers tangled into her hair and clutched the back of her scalp. He moaned, low and deep, a second before his lips crushed her mouth with a coveting force and ownership. He brushed into the red and raw underside of her own lips, producing a wet, slick heat and easy undulations. The sway of his mouth back and forth, slow and prodding, opened her to him. The introduction of his probing tongue had her gasp. She felt the sound travel down his throat.

She hooked arms under his massive biceps and latched onto sharp shoulder blades, holding on for the ride. The stronghold manipulated her like a ragdoll with every kiss and suck and lick. He broke from her mouth and rested his forehead against hers. “You OK?” She smiled at how out of breath he sounded. He leaned back and inspected her face. She nodded, noting how fast her heart was beating. “Cause, I can stop… like, right now. It’s probably better if I do that. And, maybe, we try that proper date… before things get too out of hand.”  

“Is that what you want to do right now?” She tried to catch her breath.

“Hell, no.” He smiled. His fingers massaged her scalp and pressed into the small of her back. “But, maybe… I should give myself the chance to try.”

She groaned. “Don’t use my own words against me.” She bit her lip, then mumbled. “You feel really good.”

“So do you, sweetheart.” He brushed his lips along her forehead. “So do you.”

She unfurled her arms from his back. “Going to be all adultish.”

“I know. Adulting sucks.” He sighed. “When do we do this date thing?”

“Soon.”

A childish grin curled up his lips. “Sweet. Well,” he licked his lips, wiping away any innocence, and peeled his body from hers, frowning as he did so. “Let me take you out to dinner one night, maybe next weekend? No food or dessert prepared by you. And, I’m not going to even think about taking you to an Italian place.”

She smiled. “Good call.”

“Steak?” His eyebrows rose.

“Sounds good.”

“Awesome.” He stood up and grabbed his drink, finishing it, then picked up his dessert plate. “I’ll make a reservation and let you know when.”

“But, you might have to cancel if work…”

He raised a finger. “Then you have permission to slap me if I stand you up again.”

She laughed, then frowned realizing his current intention. “You’re leaving?”

“Too much temptation if I stay.” He stared down at her. “I mean, all I want to do right now…” He shook his head. “Going to go put these away.” He darted to the kitchen.

She stood up and adjusted her skirt. “I was going to give you a piece of pie.”

“Ohhh, I know you were.” He called from the other room and ran some water in the sink. When he rounded the doorway, he donned a wide, toothy grin. “Save me a slice for later?”

“Let me just...” She started to walk toward him and the front door.

He raised his hands. “Nope. Nope. Safer if you stay there.” He rubbed his hands along his thighs, drawing Julie’s attention to the rather impressive bulge in his jeans. “Cause I’ll want to give you a kiss goodnight…”

“And, it won’t end there?” She strolled over.

“Really, Julie.” He backed toward the front door. “I won’t be responsible for my actions if you keep it up.”

“I’m supposed to consider that a threat?”

He laughed. “Thank you. Good night.” The door opened from behind his back and he slid out with a wave and a wink.

Julie pressed her lips together. The phantom tingle of his mouth lingered. Her tongue ran over the top lip. Bourbon puckered her taste buds. She sighed and headed to the kitchen to clean up with her half-eaten pie slice. She could feel the stupid smile settling into her face for the rest of the night. “I’m in such delicious trouble.”

Part 9

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[harveywritings92]

One sided friendship Batboys series:Dick Grayson X Reader. p 1/2

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Your POV:

"Ah...what happened last night?..." My voice croaked God my mouth tasted awfu, my whole body feels like it went through the spin-cycle...I gotta hurl! I groaned as my joints pop and body protested from standing up, I sigh wincing in pain as sunlight shined my eyes in from the tiny cracks from the curtain, Wait my window isn't that big? 

I swallowed and got up from the bed walked over to the window and drew back the curtain to reveal...Niagara Falls?! that seem snapped me awake faster than a hamster on coffee! 

*When...How did I get to Canada?!* then I noticed what I was wearing a gray button up shirt...a man's button up shirt...My heart was rattling in my rib-cage as I finally got a good look around the room. it was obviously at the Casino...

And I wasn't alone I saw a passed out redheaded man passed out on the floor..in my dress! I'd be laughing right now if I wasn't freaking out! I went to run a hand through my hair and I saw a tiny glint in the corner of my eye...It was ring a wedding ring...my stomach churned as I looked over to Whats-his name and saw a similar ring on his finger too...

"What the shit?" I croaked sobbingly before I was harshly interrupted by the contents of my stomach decided to remind me what I had for dinner the other night, and ran to the bathroom. While making friends with the porcelain throne...I tried to piece together how I got here...

It was all because of Richard 'Effin' Grayson! we used to be thick as thieves, but then he started noticing girls! every time he would go out meet some girl and he'd fall for her, shower her with attention and gifts and then she'd get fed up with him ditching their dates, due to his nightly activities and he go crying to me..the stupid girl who was dumb enough to hold on what little hope I had, that he'd notice me and my feelings. But no, every time I had the courage to speak to him about it...

I'd run into him while he was on a date or introduce me to his new girlfriend and the cycle would start all over again! Which was totally unfair! He can date around and ignore me, but if a guy ever shows a sliver of interest in me. He gets all pissy and tells them to back off or sabotage my dates! and recently he started obsessing over some girl he'd seen at one Bruce's gala...

As Dick described her: she had e/c, glossy [long/short] hair and nice [full/petite.] figure for a small fleeting moment I though he was talking about me...only to be introduced to [similar sounding name] at an old classmate's wedding that the two of us were kind of friends with, and the crazy thing is? 

SS/n looked exactly like me only with a nicer figure,perfect height darker/lighter hair and eyes and dressed more provocatively then me...that was the worst fucking blow to my heart. 

Dick was pretty much telling me that he's wants someone like me...but not Me. After that I remember getting into my car and just drove off, I didn't care where... I just had leave! I had to get away from Gotham, from Bludhaven from Dick, everything...

I vaguely remember checking my phone for flights and came across an ad for Niagara falls...Well I did have vacation days, And Bruce has been badgering me to take some time off. taking a risk I submitted my vacation time and list of temps to cover for me while I'm gone and booked the first available flight which was in four hours and just drove to the airport. 

I must've looked very odd a girl dressed like a nerdy princess walking around the airport a 12 am, a few little girls actually looked a me in awe and asked for a selfies *they must be on their way to Disney world or just got back from Disney world...*  I though and happily obliged to their request their parent were grateful and apologetic at the same time,

When my flight was boarding I got a text from the bride asking if I was alright? and what shitty move Grayson pulled... I snorted a girl I barely talked to in school was more worried about me then Dick! he saw my face he knew I was upset! but, he ignored me in favor of his new girlfriend who was just going to dump him once he starts bailing on her for Nightwing duties. I texted back saying I was fine and shut my phone off...

That was...what was the date? When I was finally done with throwing up...I looked around the room for my phone and some clue as to who and how I supposedly married the redheaded stranger! I eventually I found my phone I've seriously been gone two weeks?! But, I could've sworn I just left! then I noticed the camera... 

It was pink and had a cheesy logo on it Reverend Al's 10 min weddings! taking a leap I hooked the camera to the TV...And my face immediately turned bright red..."Oh god kill me now..." I moaned into my hands mortified as the guy next to me woke up and looked around disoriented before barfing on to my dress...Mental note burn that dress...And learn supposed husband's name....

A few days later..

"Something's wrong, I know it father!" Damian huffed as he followed Bruce downstairs the older Wayne sighed he explained to his son that Y/n was just on vacation and should be back any day now...But his son wasn't having it he knew Y/n would at least call them how her trip was! or how long she was gonna be or a least to see how Damian himself was doing...she pretty much the big sister/mother he never had growing up.

So, of course he freaking out...Someone has to! Grayson was too clouded with infatuation to even noticed Y/n was gone and her cheap plastic knock-off was had overstayed her welcome the second she step foot in this manor, She would act all sweet and nice, but the second Grayson left she would become obnoxiously rude had pig manners.

 [like chewing loudly,going days without bathing,eating like a donkey raised her etc.] and was possibly cheating on Grayson judging how quickly Ss/n would openly flirt and throw herself at his father, Drake or Todd and when they rejected her advances she make a scene causing Dick to come and rescue her.

Everyone hated her and couldn't understand why Dick would date someone like her who was obviously dating him for money and attention, when he first hinted that he liked a girl with [y/hc] and [y/ec] they assumed he was talking about Y/n...even Todd boasted that.

"it was about Effin' Time!" But when he showed up with [ss/n] it was slap to the face to everyone...Damian went to go find Y/n and check on her, but found her apartment empty he asked Bruce about it and his father explained that she had just clocked in her vacation days and would be gone for a while...

They got to kitchen and immediately Bruce and Damian's mood soured seeing [ss/n] drinking orange juice straight from the carton and her mouth stained with what appeared to be oatmeal...heaven forbid what was floating around in that juice carton! Damian grimaced as she noticed them She swallowed loudly and put the juice back.

"Oh, good morning Mr. Wayne.~" the girl purred shamelessly showing her exposed bra to the older man who decided that he'd grab breakfast at the office and left then she noticed Damian and her mood soured. "What are you looking at brat?!" 

she sneered before Damian could snark out a reply her phone started ringing and she quickly escaped bumping into Jason who grimaced at her as she passed him. 

"What's miss Piggy's problem?" He asked taking the orange juice out the fridge, his younger brother just blanched as Jason brought the carton up to his lips, but noticed Damian's face and immediately back pedaled.

"The bicycle drank this, didn't she?" he seethed this was his juice! it had his name on it, no one touches Jason's shit! He dumped the carton a looked ready spew when he saw the oatmeal chunks floating down the drain. "And she ate my fucking Oatmeal! Goddammit! Grayson!" Jason bellowed sprinting up the stairs looking for the acrobat.

 Damian rolled his eyes already how this song and dance will go...Drake, Todd or his father will confront Grayson about Ss/n's behavior she'd make scene causing him to make excuses or be defensive and would all end with everyone on both sides the silent treatment...the green eyed boy sighed in annoyance and went to go train in the cave when he saw a taxi coming up the drive.

Strange, they weren't expecting any visitors...."Ummi?" He said heart pounding in his chest as he sprinted to the main foyer just in time to see his father opening the door to Y/n!...and some redhead man who was younger then his father by few years.

the h/c smiled at Bruce sheepishly as Damian noted her attire black jeans, f/c t-shirt that said I <3 Niagara Falls and a worn out Letterman's jacket that obviously didn't belong to her..

"Hi Bruce...Damian sorry I took longer then I sai-" She cut off by the boy running up and hugging her waist "Don't leave again.." he mumbled into her stomach before turning to mystery man who was awkwardly observing them. "Don't you have a route or fares to collect?" the boy hissed at the gray eyed man who stared bug eyed at the kid before rubbing the back of his head.

"o-oh boy, um... I'm not a cabbie I'm Y/n's-" Y/n nervously intervened.

"Say, where's uncle Alfred I need to tell him something..."

"You didn't tell them yet?" 

"It didn't feel right doing it over the phone, sue me!"

The redheaded man winced as Bruce looked between the two and noticed their hands...or rather their ring fingers and shit it the fan. "BOYS! ALFRED! FAMILY MEETING!! NOW!?"Damian gawked at his father stunned he has never been this angry in front of company before! 

"What's going on Ummi?" He asked Y/n who just smiled sadly and readjusted her large framed glasses the photochromic lenses were dark and hid her eyes, as Alfred and the other boys showed up along with Ss/n who sneered when she saw Y/n..."Den. Now.." Bruce said calmly as his sons swallowed wondering what they did?

They, Alfred, Y/n, mystery guy went into the den Ss/n went to follow only for Bruce to blocked her from entering "I said family meeting, you're not family.." he hissed at her the Darker/lighter H/c gaped at him like a fish and pointed at Y/n in disgust "She's allowed!" She shrieked in his face.

 "Y/n is Alfred's niece that makes her family.." Bruce huffed before slamming the door in Ss/n's face they heard her screech stomp her foot like a child before hearing her footsteps hurry away...

"Wait, how come this guy can stay, but not my girlfriend?" Dick demanded eyeing the redheaded man suspiciously and annoyed that he was sitting so damn close to Y/n. who was trying to avoid everyone's stares as she found her voice.

 "I really think this is a little extreme?" Bruce shot her a look that could melt paint steel, the e/c girl swallowed hard "S-so, you guys know that I went on vacation.." Dick cut her off "When did you go on vacation?" he sounded bemused and offended that she hadn't said anything to him, his brother's just looked at him like Seriously? 

"I've been gone for almost three weeks, Richard..." she said ignoring pain in her chest that he hadn't noticed she was gone. while Jason pitched in 

"I seriously thought you would've at least noticed the gremlin whining 'Ummi...where's my ummi?' non-stop for the last two weeks!" Damian turned red and snapped at Jason to shut up as he kept his arms around Y/n's waist glaring at the streaked haired man.

whilst everyone gave Dick shit for not noticing his so-called best friend was missing for almost half a month, Tim commented about how she could've been kidnapped or murdered and he would've been too busy with his "hairpin Cinderella" to notice "That's over the lin-" the oldest brother was about ready to tear into Tim for that, They were cut off by their foster father slamming his hand on the table.

"Could we please talk about the fact she came back married!?" Bruce bellowed a pregnant silence filled the air as the boys slowly turned to Y/n in disbelief who sighed bringing a hand to her forehead showing the gold glint of her wedding band. 

"Hayden say hello to the boys..." she mumbled quickly as Hayden awkwardly waved "Hi boys." he cleared his throat as everyone gawked at the 'couple' stunned then Dick burst out laughing after a few minutes of this he sighed wiping a tear from his eye. "heheh..Good Joke Y/n! you and Bruce almost had us...Right?" he saw no one else was laughing..."Right?" Y/n bit her lip took out the USB from the camera and plugged it into with the den's TV...

[[A faded pink banner read out Reverend Al's Ten minute weddings! is hung haphazardly over what appeared to be a lounge that hasn't been decorated since 1970 lit up by a broken disco ball and fairy lights...

at a graying podium a priest in a sequin jacket and bell bottoms, boredly reads wedding rights to an obvious shotgun marriage as both sets of parents were glaring at the pregnant bride and the groom in disappointment as they walked out of the lounge in annoyance...

Just as the good reverend was about to put bible away he looked up and rolled his eyes muttering "God..are you kidding?" under his breath and sighed as Y/n still in the dress she wore at their classmate's wedding was practically dragged down the aisle by a drunk Hayden who giggling as he tried to hold the possibly more inebriated Y/n up as she kept trying to sit or lay down. The priest huffed looked at his watch "Alright my kid's got a thing in ten and my wife's gonna flip on me...let's make this quick!"

"Do you?"

"Y...Y/n *hic*"

"Take..

"Hey-Dan!" 

To be yer husband and wife?"

"I g-got Neerds in my bra!" Pulls out candy box and pours some in Hayden's hand.

"Aces! Sugar Tits!" pops them in his mouth and smiles at the priest.

The priest gives them a blank stare, but goes with it..."Right then, by the power vested in me by the province of Ontario I pronounce you man and wife, here's coupon book for Cliffton Hill...Kiss n' get out!" the priest sneered handing them the marriage license his assistant was filling out for them, 

He stamped it and and put it in Y/n's purse as she and Hayden gave each other a small peck on the lips and wandered out of the church completely oblivious to what they just did...then came back a few seconds later to steal the camera..]]

Y/n stopped the recording blushing bright freaking red "Trust you don't want to see what's on rest of this..." she mumbled as everyone was staring at the screen stunned, well everyone except Dick who kept his eyes on Y/n who was fiddle with her glasses waiting for someone to say something, he noticed a mark on her neck...

a hickey? this was real? she let that stranger..., the scent coming off her wasn't her perfume it was to rich and musky, the ring on her finger...it...a weird feeling curdled into Dick's stomach it felt tight and his heart felt like it had taken a bath in acid...

He couldn't place the feeling, but knew he couldn't stay anywhere near Y/n's husband out of fear of what he may do to Hayden. "I'm going for a walk..." was all Dick said before calmly leaving the den... Y/n and Hayden both flinched hearing the front doors slam whilst everyone stood stock still.

Till Alfred snapped out of his stupor and punch Hayden in the face "You, disgusting scoundrel! womanizing git!" the old man snarled as Jason pulled the old man away from the ginger who was stunned knocked out of his shoes by an old man,

 "And this is why I wanted to speak to Alfred privately!" Y/n sighed as Damian looked very conflicted, half was angry that  Grayson had finally driven Y/n too far... while the other was horrified that they'll never get rid of Ss/n now that Y/n been wedded! 

Alfred's angry voice cut in "Young lady we are going to city hall this instant for an annulment!" her uncle seethed pointing at the door, but Y/n stood her ground "Well, maybe I don't want an annulment." Alfred and the boys gawked at her.

 "I know you're all hoping that Dick will pull the damn wool off hie eyes...But, considering the girl he wants will never be me, I think it's for the best I move on..." She said meekly as Alfred huffed "No, A thousand times no! I listen dear, I know  how men like Hayden work, and this?" he holds up her hand showing her ring to herself. "Is just a phase to distract him from whatever void he thinks is plaguing his life." Y/n blinked at her uncle bemused then looked at Tim who cleared his throat.

"Alfred saying Hayden only married you because of a mid-life crisis..." the teen explained as said ginger awkwardly raised his hand. "Y'know I'm sitting right here?" he said then all the males in the room slowly turned and glared at him "Shut-up." they snapped Hayden blanched "Ok.." he squeaked and averted his eyes to the floor, and Y/n calmly pulled away from her uncle.

"Look, I understand your all just trying look out for me, But I'm not going to sit around and wait...it's time look at a new chapter in my life and that's just Dick's loss." Alfred still begged that she and Hayden get an annulment but, Bruce stop him. 

"Alfred, Y/n is a grown woman this is her choice and we have to respect that, even if it hurts someone in the end." The billionaire said gently as the butler looked down sullenly and with that the meeting was over.

Y/n and Hayden went back to her apartment to well clean up any expired food. and just get over the jet-lag they were feeling, As they settled in for the night neither noticed Nightwing watching them from the tree outside Y/n’s bedroom gritting his teeth in anger...