#god i hope this reaches people i love writing short things like this

[yardofangels]

hai, what do you think readers reaction would be to seeing König in a proper tailored suit for the first time? whether it's for a date or taking her to a friends wedding. love your writing btw! ^_^

OMG BABY'S FIRST REQUEST (its me im baby)

so glad you like my writing!! hope you enjoy this :3

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SHE WOULD LOSE IT

she stumbles on him in bathroom or the bedroom lazily doing his tie up, unaware that she's staring from behind the door frame. his sleeves rolled up to his forearms because he cant stand the feeling of the cuffs tickling his wrists (god forbid wearing cuff links), accentuating his fuck-off large biceps.

reader just wants to jump him. he looks so handsome, a suit is the most timeless way to flatter a man. and flatter it does. she swears he has more of a waist than she does, the way it pulls in and sticks tightly to his chest and hips, she can see every single muscle rolling under the white fabric, reminding her of how they roll when he... yeah! his shoulders contorting as he smooths out the tie and flicks his collar down, she can't take her eyes off it.

and lord, there is something so satisfying about seeing her usually roughed-up and careless man all prim and proper. no scruffy stubble, no dirt under his nails, no hair covering his forehead. the fabric just CLINGING to him everywhere it matters, and as he shifts slightly on his feet, purely acting from his subconscious, his thighs tense. jesus christ, the material was almost too tight. did they fuck up his measurements or something? was he even able to move?? surely he could move enough to...

she's struggling to keep it together.

konig notices a flash of movement in the corner of his eye, and it came as no surprise for him that it was her. he turns around with a grin on his face, able to read what's on her mind.

"you like it, schatz?"

stupid question. but, a rhetorical question. he cuts her off before she can respond, leaning down to give her a quick kiss.

"of course i like it." she mumbles while touching up his hair. even after slicking it back, a few strands were falling over his eyes.

his aftershave is circling around her, making it harder to concentrate.

"i am still not sure about this...look. feels too fancy for me." konig shifts on his feet again, staring down at the ground. he never liked dressing up, not ever. makes him feel out of place.

"maybe a little, but that's alright, baby. it won't matter when it's on the floor."

[zombaebitez]

ik u j posted it but alr havin withdrawals can we get more relationship hcs w abby??

Abby Relationship Hcs

abby anderson x fem reader

synopsis: modern day abby relationship headcanons, just rambles oopsie.

zom’s note: withdrawals is so silly, i love it. hope my writing is up to par, enjoy! 🌸

word count: abt 1.1k

warnings: use of petnames (love, princess, etc). nsfw content (own section after sfw! don’t like it? just don’t read that section), mentions strapping (r!receiving), teasing, manhandling, foreplay.

SFW HCS <3

ꕥ Abby always has a hand or arm around you, says it’s for safety, to keep you near her; but you know deep down she’s just a touchy girl, and you can’t complain, you love it.

⤍ “Love walk on this side,” and before you can even move she’s alreading pulling you to where she wants you to go, wrapping a strong arm around your waist.

ꕥ On the subject of touch, this girl will literally carry you around (on her back, bridal style, etc) when you ask her to (or when you don’t), in the house, in public, she doesn’t care one bit. You are her pretty princess, and she loves being at your beck and call.

ꕥ She takes pride in her physique, she has a set workout routine, and is constantly in a protein kick. She loves bringing you to the gym with her, just so she can catch you stealing glances at her while you’re doing your own thing.

ꕥ Her casual wear? She is a chronic cargos, sweats, or jeans wearer, though she will switch it up with shorts sometimes. She’ll wear some sort of tank, compression/fitted top (to show off muscle), hoodies, or basic tee, with a sports bra underneath, maybe a beanie or snapback depending on how hot it is. Very minimal jewelry and accessories, and has an obsession with muted colors, and black.

ꕥ Speaking of jewelry, she’ll always wear your initial or name on her somewhere, and vice versa. Her favorite would be a simple gold necklace/chain which has your initial that you got her, it also has a matching gold link bracelet that she sometimes wears too.

ꕥ She loves when you offer to braid her hair for the day, now she just volunteers you to do it with a random excuse, “I dunno princess, you just do it better!” She’ll have the brush, and hair ties ready once you finish your morning routine.

ꕥ Morning Routines? She usually wakes up when you do, or some time before. But once you wake up, she immediately follows you to watch you get ready for the day. It’s endearing, kind of like a giant puppy.

ꕥ She enjoys pet names surprisingly, and will call you all sorts of names (princess, love, sweetheart, etc). She never got to show her lovey dovey side before you, so she just can’t help it.

ꕥ Hates when you get upset, “Princess, cmon talk to me… what happened?” Always running a soothing hand down your back, she just wants to be there for you.

ꕥ She’s not as stoic as people may think when it comes to you, she’s just a girl who loves her princess to death; therefore, she has to show it… like all the time, sue her (you’re just as bad).

ꕥ A random girl hits on her? She gives the girl a judgy once over… maybe twice? hell THREE times, and says something like “I have a girlfriend, you’re gonna get us both in trouble…”, “Uhm I’m taken.”, “My girlfriend won’t like this.” Before she starts aimlessly looking around for where the hell you went to, because the interaction is now a little awkward.

ꕥ She has natural sass, it’s not even on purpose, she is just a little snippy. Don’t even dare say something that will earn you a side eye, because she’ll hand them out to you too, again she can’t help it.

⤍ “Babe, you know you could totally pull off being a hey mamas”, now you were clearly joking, giving her a ridiculous ass grin as she looked up from her phone to hit you with a judgmental stare. “Excuse me?” you couldn’t help but laugh your ass off, as she just sat there confused, “Princess don’t start with me”, she mumbled with a slight eye roll, reaching over to gently slap your thigh.

ꕥ Oh god and the coin collection, she indeed has one of those collection binders, and keeps it organized/labeled. She gets so excited whenever you gift her a new one, and always shows you when she finished a sheet in the binder.

ꕥ She most definitely loves to shop with you, and go on errands. Something about being all domestic and on top of business, watching you mark off things you two need for the house, watching you get all happy when you finally get to go shopping, and being productive makes her feel good. (She wants to put a ring on that finger real bad, real bad).

⤍ Makes you carry her wallet, and phone when y’all are out because she feels they are safer with you, (her wallet fell out her pocket once and she freaked the hell out). She keeps her keys on a carabiner with a bunch of random charms or a lanyard so she can’t misplace them.

NSFW HCS !!

ꕥ Abby prefers to top, and dom. But she’ll let you occasionally top if you really asked nicely or she’s having a hard day. There’s just something about getting you all fucked out that she can’t help, she needs to have you under her.

ꕥ She’s a total strap lover, she’ll fuck you in any postion she can. Loves how she can just grab onto you and make you forget how to form a thought with deep or shallow thrusts. Don’t even try to wiggle or push her away, she’ll just get a little frustrated with you, and pin you exactly how she wants you like it isn’t any effort for her (it’s not).

ꕥ She likes to tease you with just the tip. Watching you think you’re about to get what you want, what you need; seeing that frustrated pout go slack, with a quiet moan. Just for you to whine, when she pulls back just as fast as she came. It’s really not fair.

ꕥ Yes, she likes to manhandle you, she doesn’t have all those muscles for nothing. She’ll use them to her advantage every time, and her stamina goes in-fucking-sane. She’ll fuck you till you can’t even moan anymore, all dazed out and whiny for her, just trembling because of how overwhelmed she can make you feel.

ꕥ Sometimes she forgets her own strength, digging her fingers into the plush of your thighs or ass, biting and sucking a little too hard on certain parts of your body, slapping your ass a little too hard. You’ll wake up with a bunch of bruises and marks the next day, whining about how sore you feel, but she lowkey gets off on that shit.

ꕥ Whenever she does let you top her, she is usually guiding you how she wants you. Just because she’s on the bottom doesn’t mean shit, she still makes the rules, and you just want to take care of her like she does for you.

ꕥ Foreplay god! She loves being a tease to you, getting you all frustrated, gets off to the fact she can get you needy from mere touches and words. Plus what's the use in rushing, she’s gonna take her sweet time with you.

[dixons-sunshine]

That’s What I Like | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington loved every part of you. There was no denying that. And he especially loved the part of you that he got to see at the end of the day.

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 681.

A/N: My Steve fic I posted yesterday has over 200 notes at the time of posting this and I just wanna say thank you because what?! That’s honestly so surreal to me. I’ve only really written for Mr Daryl Dixon this year and was super scared to post for Steve, but knowing that people enjoyed it makes me so happy. It makes me wanna write for Steve regularly. And who knows. I might just do that.

“Goddamn.”

That singular word was the first thing that reached your ears when you stepped out of the bathroom and into Steve’s room. Your eyes flitted over to where your boyfriend had casually been lounging on the bed, his body now in an upright position as his beautiful, golden-like amber eyes raked over your body. His lips were slightly parted, and his tongue subtly ran over his bottom lip to moisten the dryness.

You looked downright appetizing.

You slightly adjusted your—well, technically Steve’s—shirt on your body, the soft, blue fabric falling down and hugging you just right. Your shorts were riding up just the slightest bit and showed off your beautiful thighs, much to Steve’s liking. His mind was running wild, with no signs of being caught any time soon.

“Holy shit,” Steve muttered under his breath, pushing himself up from the bed to make his way over to you. His hands itched to reach out and touch you, but he did not do so. Not yet. “You look fuckin’ beautiful, Baby.”

You let out a quiet scoff at his words, but you could not help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth at his heartfelt praise. “Yeah, I bet,” you began in a disbelieving tone of voice. You vaguely motioned over to yourself, hoping to emphasize the way you looked at that moment in time. “This is totally runway model material right here.”

Steve knew you were just joking, but he agreed with your words entirely. “You would put the other models to shame.” And he truly believed that. In his eyes, nobody else in the entire world could compete with your beauty. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman to walk the earth. In his eyes, you were absolutely perfect.

You gave him a look that perfectly conveyed how wrong you thought his words were. “Seriously?” you asked rhetorically and laughed lightly, allowing yourself to be pulled into Steve’s embrace when he wrapped his arms around you and yanked you closer. “You find this hot? Wet hair, stained sleep shorts and one of your t-shirts? Plus no makeup?”

“That’s how I love you,” Steve agreed with a lovesick smile. However, his eyebrows furrowed at his own words. “Not that I don’t love you when you’re dressed up and wearing makeup! I love everything about you. I’m just saying that I love you like this, too. You’re—”

You effectively cut off his rambling by placing a soft, tender kiss to his lips, your hands coming up to cradle his face. Steve all but melted into the kiss, his hold around you tightening slightly as he allowed himself to get lost in the taste of you. God, even your lips were perfect, he thought to himself as his fingers flexed against your hips, attempting to pull you even closer.

The kiss ended too soon for Steve’s liking. He could spend all day just kissing you if he could. However, even though the kiss had ended, his hold on you did not. “Not that I’m complaining in the slightest, but what was that for?” he inquired softly, his lips slightly swollen from what had transpired a few moments prior.

You giggled and looped your arms around his neck, gazing deeply into the eyes you had come to love getting lost in. “To stop you from getting into your own head. I know what you meant earlier.” One of your hands slipped into his hair, lightly and gently scratching his scalp the way only you knew he liked. “And also because I love you, Stevie.”

Steve smiled at that. He turned his head and pressed a chaste kiss against the skin of your arm, his eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the light that the lamp next to his bed emitted, an almost golden-like hue colouring his gorgeous brown irises. Steve looked regal in that moment, and you thanked your lucky stars that you got to call the man in front of you yours.

“I love you too, Sweetheart. I love you so fucking much.”

[wwooyology]

How about pirate! Jungwon and mermaid! Reader? You can make it dark and stuff. Up to you 😘

「notes」 : bless you and your thinking anony, this is such a *chefs kiss* idea, I actually had a lot of fun writing it!! also, I would like to dedicate this to two of my lovely moots hehe, @yeonzzzn & @wondipity. I hope this feeds into your jungwon brain rot

Midnight Lagoon | Y.JW

「paring」 : pirate!jungwon x mermaid!reader 「word count」 : 1.9k

「synopsis」 : what you and jungwon had was nothing short of unethical, if you were to ask your people, that is. neither of you cared, though, which is how you find yourself waiting for the said man in the very cavern that had started everything, relishing in each other's company.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : unprotected sex (just don't), slight manhandling, teasing, cussing, making out, petnames (baby, princess...), praising, rough sex, mentions of marking, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, lmk if I missed anything!

The cavern was silent, save for the waves splashing against the shore. It had to have been late into the night. The only source of light was the bioluminescent algae that littered the cavern walls and ceiling. The algae illuminated the space in a soft blue, and the water almost glowed along with it. You lay out on the rocks, crimson tail dipping into the water, enjoying the feeling of the waves cascading across your scales.

Despite knowing the time, you knew that he would be here at any moment. You knew that as soon as his crew was all asleep, he would sneak away to come see you. It has become a routine since Jungwon first found you.

It’s a funny story, really. You had gotten caught in one of their nets when they were anchored in this very cavern. The string was far too tight for you to just rip away from, so you were stuck, fearing that your life was going to come to an end. You had heard the stories from your parents and the elders of the shoal. Pirates were not to be messed with; they would kill you on sight and take your scales to pawn off for a pretty penny.

So to say you were surprised when Jungwon found you and just cut you free would be an understatement. His hands were steady but careful as he wedged his blade between your tail and the net, slicing the dreadful contraption off of you. Even his voice was soft as to not alert those that were on the ship with him. His kind eyes and gentle hands intrigued you and you knew it was wrong, hell it was probably one of the worst things you could do in your life. But god, if you didn’t enjoy the thrill of it all. 

After those events, you stayed behind a cluster of rocks, watching and studying what they were doing. Your family had been worried sick about you all night long, but that was the least of your concerns right now. No, you wanted to actually talk to this man, even if it was the dumbest thing you’ve done. Curiosity has gotten the best of you.

So you waited… and waited… and waited. Finally, you saw Jungwon climbing off of the boat.

You tried to sneak up behind him, but for some miraculous reason, he sensed you there. His head turned, and his eyes bore into yours, peeking from the top of the water.

“I didn’t think a pretty thing like you would hang out around here.” His once soft voice now held a more sinister tone, but instead of getting scared… you were intrigued. Something pulling you towards him, like an angler fish going after the little light antenna on their heads.

That desire only grew from that night when he lured you out of the waters, watching as your tail morphed into human legs, leaving your bottom half completely bare to him. The complete ecstasy that his fingertips brought you left you gasping and begging for more. His dick reaching the most inner parts of your body that you hadn’t even known existed. By the time he was done with you, you had become addicted, wanting nothing more than to be in his embrace once more.

Thus began the little rendezvous, meeting in the very place where he first made love to you, much like what was happening now.

When Jungwon made it into the cavern, he wasn’t surprised at all to find you lying halfway in the water, your tail swishing softly under the surface. Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, enjoying the tranquility that this space brought you. He stopped once he was close enough to fully see you. Watching the way your damp hair cascaded down your back, small droplets of water still falling from the ends. His eyes trailed the length of your body, taking in your chest that was hardly covered due to the shell top you were wearing. Jungwon could feel his dick chub up at the sight alone.

Jungwon’s footsteps were careful and quiet, but you could still feel the vibrations under your fingertips. Your head turned slightly to look over at him, and the corner of your eyes crinkled slightly as a smirk spread across your lips.

“It took you long enough,” you teased the male as you pulled yourself further from the sparkling water. Your fingers wrapped around the pendant that lay between your collarbones, whispering a few soft words, allowing your tail to morph into human legs. Jungwon’s eyes stayed glued to your body, taking in the new skin that had just been revealed to him.

“I had to wait for everyone to fall asleep.” His voice was soft, unlike the dark look that glazed over his eyes. You carefully stood to your feet, but seeing as it's been a little bit since the last time you had to use your legs, your knees buckled, and you tumbled forward right into Jungwon's arms. “Even the sight of me has your legs weak, huh? I'm flattered.”

“Oh, hush.” You rolled your eyes before fixing your posture to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. His face was merely inches away from yours, eyes boring into your own. He could smell the sea salt on your skin as he leaned closer to you, sealing your lips in a gentle kiss. 

“God, I've missed your lips so much.” He groaned against your lips, “... I missed you.” He sighed before letting his lips trail from yours to your cheek, down your jaw and neck, before finding purchase on one particular spot right below your ear. A soft sigh fell from your lips as you pulled his body flush against yours, leaving little to no room between the two of you. He continued to press open-mouth kisses along your jugular until he was sure there would be marks left behind, not caring for the consequences you might face once you were home.

“Won…” You whine when his hands traveled down to the fat of your ass, squeezing harshly. He licked a long stipe up your neck before roughly kissing you. His lips moved fervently against yours as he swiftly picked you up off of your feet. 

Jungwon wasted no time in laying your body flat on the flat rocks that sat next to the lagoon. His body slotted against yours, allowing you to feel his bulge against your bare pussy. Your small whines and whimpers were swallowed by Jungwon’s mouth as his fingers brushed along the inside of your thigh.

Your body felt like it was on fire under his touch, his fingers leaving tingles in their wake. But it wasn’t enough; no, you wanted more, and you didn’t want to wait. Noticing the impatiens in your eyes, Jungwon chuckled, pressing his thumb firmly against your clit, making your hips buck and a broken cry fall from your lips.

“Do you really want my cock that bad baby? You’re dripping on my fingers.” He teased, his fingertips tracing your slit, collecting your slick.

“Wonnie, please, I don’t wanna wait. Just fuck me, please.” You pleaded in a meek voice, and Jungwon smirked against your skin.

Who was he to deny you what you were asking so nicely for? So he pressed one last kiss against your forehead before pulling back to rid himself of his clothing. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing free from his trousers. Catching your gaze, he put on a bit of a show, pumping his cock a few times, hissing through his teeth at the sensation. Impatience grew in your chest as you watched him pleasure himself. A whine fell from your lips when he denied your motion for him to move towards you. 

Eyes rolling, you moved your hand down to your cunt using your fingers to spread your pussy lips, “Just fuck me already, Won, please.”

He chuckled once more before finally giving in and moving closer to your body, grabbing your plush thigh. Leaning over your body, he captured your lips in another heated kiss as he lined his cock with your entrance. In one swift motion, he buried himself in your warm heat, swallowing all of the moans that slipped past your lips.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight, baby,” He groaned, biting down on your bottom lip. It had been far too long since he was last able to bury himself in your wet cavern, the crew and missions taking up a majority of his time. So he wasn’t going to hold back; no, he had a lot of lost time to make up for.

He gave you a split second to adjust before his hips were snapping into yours in such a rough manner you were sure there would be bruises. The sounds of your skin hitting his and moans bounced off of the cavern walls. Jungwon couldn’t hold back; his hips were pistoned into your, trying to get as deep as he could, throwing your legs over his shoulders, pushing even deeper. Deep enough to have the head of his cock kissing your cervix. 

Wonton moans fell from your lips as you tried your best to stay up with his pace, but as soon as his tip brushed over that sweet spot deep in your pussy you were putty in his hands. Stars clouded your vision, your orgasm already on the tip of your tongue.

“Fuck- Won, I’m- shit, I’m close.” Tears brimmed in your eyes at the sudden overwhelming pleasure. Jungwon leaned down, kissing over the few tears that had fallen from your eyes, whispering sweet praises against your skin while his hip snapped brutally into yours.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He groaned when your cunt squeezed around him, “fuck princess, you keep doing that, and I won’t last.” His hands trailed from your thigh to your hands, intertwining your fingers when your high washed over you. His pace slowed just a little to help you ride out your orgasm, but his movements never stopped.

“Won-” “Just a little longer, baby, I’m almost there.” He groaned before picking up the pace once more, letting go of one of your hands to rub his thumb against your clit, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him.

Your head fell back at the overstimulation, all words but his name leaving your brain. Jungwon loved when he got you like this, so fucked out that his name was the only thing you could remember. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss against your plush thigh before a choked groan tore through his lips when he felt you cum for a second time. The tightness around his sensitive cock was enough to finally push him over the edge, painting your velvet walls white.

“Shit…” He groaned into your neck as he leaned over you, hips rocking softly against yours. Taking in your scent, memorizing it once more for he wasn’t sure when he would be able to see you again. 

“Won,” you breathed out, running your shaky fingers through his hair. "You’re still hard.”

Jungwon couldn’t help but chuckle before rolling his hips deeply into yours, pushing his cum further into your womb, “You drive me insane, baby, and I want to fill you so full of my cum.”

A whine slipped past your swollen lips as his pace picked up a little, but your grip on his body didn’t let up. No, your lips found his, kissing him deeply, telling him that you would love nothing more.

@wwooyology | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

[changetyre]

So what if its the reader and lando are enemies (but both are teammates at mclaren) they absolutely despise each other for no reason and it’ll stay that way (none of this hidden love masked by feelings stuff this time) and they both get stuck in a closet at hq or something and they dont get out for a while. its rlly small in there so there bodies are almost touching always and one thing leads to another but its just steamy stuff but while they still hate eachother but they keep hitting there body parts on stuff in the closet and it keeps getting them more riled up so they just decide to stop?

idk why its so specific or why i thought of this rn but i need it 🙏 feel free to change anything if you’re not comfortable or have other ideas (again sorry about it being a bit long)

i rlly love ur writing 💗honestly so excited to read this one🫶✨

What the f*** did we just do? II Lando Norris x Driver!Reader Ⓦ

SUMMARY: Working with someone you dislike is one thing, but working with someone who brings nothing but the worst side out of you is the hardest thing on the planet.

WARNINGS: **18+**, not proofread, hate.

A/N: Quite short but still hope you enjoy ;)

"You are truly the biggest fucking idiot I have ever met in my entire life." It took everything in you not to punch the man in front of you right now after he once again had successfully taken you both out of the race because he couldn't bear the thought of

"I'm the idiot?!" Lando yelled back at you. "You're the one who couldn't put her fucking ego aside for one fucking second to let the faster car through!" He followed after you as you attempted to get away from him.

The people at McLaren knew it wasn't pretty between you too even on a regular day so whenever you were angry at each other it was best to let you hash it out which meant the rooms and hallways quickly emptied as soon as they saw you both walk in.

"Faster car." you laughed obnoxiously loud. "Maybe that cup did more damage than you imagined-" You gestured to the small cut on his nose. "Since it seems you can't read the data right anymore." You continued laughing at him which only fueled his anger.

"The only thing doing damage to me is you!" He yelled to you again as he kept following you.

You weren't exactly where you were going only hoping he would leave you alone as you opened an unfamiliar door walking into darkness.

"Then maybe you should just-" You were interrupted as you walked into a shelf, Lando bumping into you soon after as you were enveloped in darkness after the door closed after you.

"What the fu*ck, watch out!" Lando muttered annoyed as he attempted to walk back only to hit the door.

"You're the one who's following me around like a lost fucking puppy." You reminded him as you reached for your phone to get some light.

Lando beat you to it lighting up the place and showing the tiny electrical room you had walked into.

"Why the hell did you even walk in here?" He asked you.

"I was trying to get away from you dipshit." You shoved past him as best as you could in the tiny space feeling parts of him that made you gag as you went to try to open the door.

"It's locked from the outside genius don't you think I already tried that?" Lando gestured to the nonexistent door knob.

"HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" You banged on the door yelling hoping someone would hear you.

"OW! Shut the fuck up!" Lando was startled by your screaming.

"I am not staying in here with you another second." You shuffled looking back at him before shuffling again towards the door.

"Shit stop moving." Lando held your waist stilling you.

"Eww get your hands off me!" You slapped his hand away.

"JUST stop moving!" He grits his teeth.

You were about to turn back but felt something in the back of your ass. Once you realized what it was you were ready to yell back at him.

"I swear to god if you don't stop moving-" Lando tried to stop you as you began turning around.

"You're so fucking disgusting, what is your-" Your breath hitched as his hand rubbed at your front all of a sudden.

"This is your fault!" Lando tried cupping himself to stop you from rubbing against him without realizing his hand was pressing against your slit now.

"We have to get out of here-" Lando moved his hand again making your breath hitch again and you thrust forward unintentionally searching for more friction.

"What just-" Lando realized what his hand had grazed this time. "Are you really-"

"You have no right no speak right now!" You reminded him of his own predicament.

"I cannot walk out of here right now with this." Lando pointed the lamp down at the large bulge in his pants.

"What the hell do you want me to do about it?!" You angrily asked him.

"Don't think you can walk out of here with this either!" Lando pressed his finger to your wet core. You grasped his hand tightly.

"Sh*t don't-" You stilled his hand but his finger still pressed against you.

"You're not exactly helping here." He pointed the light back to his bulge which you noticed got tighter.

"Eww, take care of that and I'll take care of myself." You turned back around looking for anything to dry yourself with as Lando proceeded to unzip his pants freeing himself.

"What the f-" You felt Lando's dick against your ass. "Is that?"

"Where the fuck do you expect me to put it?!" Lando defended himself, the lack of space really making this impossible.

You shimmied turning back around realizing this only made it worse as his tip now pressed between your legs directly on your clit.

"Shit, this isn't helping." Lando's head fell back in pleasure.

"Mmm-" You couldn't hold back the moan. "Let's just get this done with fast." You suggested as you opened your legs slightly letting his dick slide between your legs a little further.

"Agh fuck!" Lando was taken aback by the unexpected friction.

"You're gonna get my jeans dirty!" you complained.

"Then take them off!" Lando bit back.

"Turn the light off!" You yelled back at him.

"Fine!" Lando reluctantly agreed shutting off his phone. He heard as your pants unzipped before you moved back slightly as you pulled your pants down.

He expected to feel your bear skin against his dick but what he certainly didn't expect was feeling your folds over his dick moments later.

"Holy sh*t." Lando moaned breathlessly as he could feel your wetness coat his member.

"Let's just hurry up" You said equally breathless thankful you couldn't see anything right now, hoping to imagine Lando was someone else right now and not the person you despised the most on this planet.

You felt Lando pull back as much as the room allowed him before moving forward his dick rubbing against you.

You moaned in pleasure enjoying the friction attempting to move as much as you could too.

"This would go faster if I could just-" Lando started.

"Don't even think about it." You knew what he'd suggest and embarrassingly enough you knew you would finish faster too if he slipped inside you but the thought repulsed you too much still.

"Fine," Lando muttered angrily as you felt him grip your waist and pull you against him as he began thrusting back and forward faster.

You would've complained but the pleasure was too good for you to try to stop it.

"Agh shit-" You moaned as you could feel the knot starting to form in the pit of your stomach.

"Fuck I'm close." Lando panted and you were getting lost in the pleasure.

Your mind was in a haze you forgot who was doing this as your eyes squeezed shut in delight.

"Just fuck me already!" You asked him, a momentary lapse in judgment you had no further time to process as you felt Lando slip inside of you.

"Agh fuck you're so tight." Lando would've cum just from the feeling right then if it wasn't for the reminder that it was you he was inside of.

"Just go harder and shut up." You muttered as Lando obliged picking up the pace and fucking into you.

"Hmm- ahhh- harder!" You were reaching your high and only hoped Lando was near too.

"He began thrusting faster and no more than a few seconds later your legs trembled as you came on his dick, Lando following soon after as he came inside of you. You felt his cum fill you up as you came down from your high trembling at the sensitiveness." You tried catching your breath as Lando pulled out.

A few seconds later the post-orgasm clarity hit you both realizing what had just happened.

"Ewww what the fuck did we just do!" You screamed at him as you could feel his cum start dripping out of you giving you shivers of disgust.

"GET US OUT OF HERE!" Lando was also mortified as he felt your wetness around him as he tried to tuck himself away.

Lando banged at the door harder as you grabbed your phone calling for help. You had to get out of here and take a bath in bleach now!

[x--sinner--x]

"Could you write a story where the inexperienced girl has gone to her guy friend's house to study. But he confessed his feelings to her to which she politely declined and decided to take a leave from there and when she got up, she realised she was feeling light headed and lost her consciousness. And the guy smirked as of course he was the one who had slipped something in the coffee. He carried her to his room and took off her clothes leaving her completely naked. He tied her hands to the bed post and started admiring her body. He waited for her to regain her consciousness and when she regained it, he kissed her and she begged him to stop, telling him that she doesn't want her first time to be like this but he ignored her and continued kissing.

PS: The guy is a total psychopath. He made her say I love you to him during fucking her very roughly."

My Lucky Day

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I have always been good academically. I always get good grades without having to put much effort. This may have rubbed some people the wrong way, but most of the time I have people come up to me, asking me to teach them, to help them pass. And most of the time, the people who approached me were in fact girls.

I mostly kept to myself, and didn't have any intentions of dating or anything of that sort. But deep down, I was a psychotic pervert. I get off from only the most extreme porn I could find on the internet, and the more I see, the more extreme it tends to be.

It all changed when I met this one girl who, just like the others, asked me to tutor her. But something about her set her apart from the rest of the girls I have helped. She was cute and pretty, she had luscious blonde hair, had curves in all the right areas and I couldn't be too mad about her choice of outfit either: a white tank top that was tight on her, so I can almost make out her bra size from outside, and a short skirt. Her toned legs were just intoxicating, and I couldn't help myself. But I kept my cool, and invited her over to my house.

I bided my time, hoping to gain over her trust, but the more she came over, the more lust had started to take over me. Every single thing she did would turn me on involuntarily and there was nothing I could do to hide it. She would bite the end of her pen and look at me as if she had done something wrong. She would just drop something and bend over to pick it. She would wear these slutty outfits and that perfume, oh god - that was the main culprit.

I was reaching my breaking point and I heard the door bell ring. It was her, I knew it. I got a whiff of her perfume the second she walked in, and I just couldn't control it any more. I somehow managed to get halfway through teaching her, but this is where I had to take a stand. I told her how I feel about her.

I told her she was so beautiful and that I think I have fallen in love with her. But she was so shocked to hear it and wanted to bolt out of my house for some reason. I was panicking. Did I do something wrong? Should I not have said that? Did I misinterpret her signals? I swear she was giving me these mixed signals.

Ok, calm down. I have a backup plan. I told her that she can leave, but I had brewed us each a cup of coffee and offered it because I didn't want it to go to waste. But I had put a sleeping pill in it earlier and let it fester. You see, I was a bit of a psychopath deep down, and I wanted to be perfect. I couldn't live with rejection, so when I decided to take this drastic step, I had to anticipate her rejection. And I didn't like the possibility. Hence the backup plan.

She took the bait and drank it fast, hoping to leave as soon as possible. The thing about this drug is, the faster you drink, the quicker it acts on you. So doing this, I had her exactly where I wanted her to be. After a few minutes, she just dropped to the floor and I dragged her to my bedroom, tying her to the bed on all corners.

I stood on top of her, admiring her passed out body as I slowly undressed her. I went in for a kiss and my hands were firmly pressing her supple breasts, all while she was still unconscious. Her lips were so soft, and I didn't realise how beautiful she was under all her clothes.

She regained her consciousness to find me violating her lips and tried to wiggle away from me, and I had to break the kiss for a brief moment to slap her. I whispered into her ear about how she was mine now and can do whatever the fuck I want to her. I licked her on the cheek and proceeded to kiss her, dismissing her pleas to not let her first time be like this. But I didn't feel any remorse, I was actively enjoying it.

My mouth and hands travelled around her entire body, each landing on one of their genitals; my mouth on her breasts and my fingers inside her pussy. I took some spit and went to work on her pussy, sliding it in and out as tears came out of her eyes. I kept slapping her with my other free hand, making her tell me how much she loves me and how much she wants to be fucked.

After a few slaps, she was practically asking for it like a good slut. She opened her mouth wide and let her tongue out for me to thrust my cock in her throat to muffle her filthy moans and screams. Whenever I pulled out, she would beg me to put it back in. Once I got my dick all lubed up by her throat, I penetrated my cock inside her pussy, and it felt really good from how tight it was. I didn't know whether it was due to her resisting me, or the fact she was turned on by it.

Either way, I was gonna make sure I got my satisfaction fucking her pussy and bruising it, and seeing my cum drip out of her pussy, only wanted me to cum more inside her. I left no hole unturned. I decorated her entire body with my cum until she passed out, cum leaking out of every single hole of hers.

Once I was absolutely exhausted, I looked at my masterpiece of a creation. Her hair was all messy, her makeup had been ruined, her lipstick smudged - i have some on me as well. Her body was covered in hickeys and bruises in areas where she could cover them, but they were my marks - she would know she belongs to me now.

I took some pics of her and untied her to let her go, but she knows better to not utter a word of this incident to anyone, because she needs my help for her exams, but also I have this leverage of her pics. She is definitely coming back for more after this.

[rcmclachlan]

okay, so if you’re not writing the aquarium scene in the 118/217 scheming fix-it (god i love this) can you at least share what mishap and or shenanigan gets them banned from the aquarium?? (since you mentioned it in the tags i assume you picked one!)

The aquarium is Christopher's idea, because getting Buck and Tommy back together is the one thing he and Eddie can talk about without it devolving into shouting or week-long silences that make Eddie want to put his fist through his living room wall.

So if plotting to interfere in the open bear trap that is his idiot friends' breakup gets him an hour of uninterrupted screen time with Chris three times a week? He'll meddle in a way that would make even his abuela say, "cariño, that's a little much." He'll change his legal middle name to el metiche.

"Buck used to take me to see the otters when I was younger; they're his favorite. But the exhibit has been closed for a year because they've been redoing it," Chris says, then texts him a link to the aquarium website. "The big reopening is next week. If someone asked Buck to take Jee-Yun, he wouldn't be suspicious."

"Chris, you're a genius," Eddie says, a little awed. His entire body aches to reach through the laptop screen and across state lines to pull his kid into a hug, but all he can do is sit on his hands and hope his face shows all the love he feels.

A small, but genuine grin unfurls on Chris's face. "That's not news, dad."

Eddie decides to take the aquarium idea to what Chimney keeps calling the weekly 118-217 Shadow Summit to see if the rest of the group thinks it holds water—no pun intended—and is extremely offended when Dana gives him a slow blink and says, "That's actually not bad. Who came up with it?"

"Is it that hard to believe it was my idea?"

"Very."

Dana presses the rim of her wine glass to the sly, crimson curve of her mouth. With her victory rolls, winged eyeliner, and tattoos, she looks like the winner of a car show pinup contest. She also looks like an evil queen out of an old school Disney movie. At least five people in their general vicinity look like they'd thank her if she force-fed them a poisoned apple or turned into a giant dragon.

Eddie reaches into the bowl of popcorn by his elbow and throws a handful of it at her. She just takes a sip of her wine and serenely lets the kernels bounce off her.

"Knock it off before I put you both in a time out." Lucy drains the dregs of her beer and says to Chimney, "Having Buckley take your kid is the perfect excuse—she's, what, two? Three?"

"Five," Chim says with the heartache of a man whose baby is almost old enough to rent a car. "As long as we don't tell my wife that Jee's playing the part of the cutest MacGuffin ever in this little plot, we should be good. But how do we get Tommy there?"

"Short of planting a bomb in the penguin tank, I can't think of a reason Mr. Nature Boy himself would ever voluntarily go." Hen roots around in the popcorn bowl for the kernels with the most butter. "Actually, he might be thrilled if we did that. I don't think he likes birds very much."

Dana lifts a brow. "I smell a story."

"Does it smell like KFC?" Chim pops a pretzel in his mouth and chews loudly, grinning. "Once we've adjourned the cabal for the evening, remind me to tell you about Maurice."

Eddie doesn't know Nico very well—he can't get a read on the guy to save his life—but the smug smirk he's sporting looks entirely out of place. Nico takes the last mozzarella stick off the platter they'd ordered to share and puts it between his teeth like a cigar. He looks like the world's lamest oil baron.

Eddie looks at Dana in askance. Wordlessly, she plucks a piece of popcorn out of her hair and throws it at him. It nails him right between the eyes.

"Let me handle Kinard," Nico says. "I'll get him there, no problem."

To his credit, Nico does get Tommy to the aquarium the day of the sea otter exhibit grand reopening. And thanks to Chimney planting Chris's idea in Buck's head at the start of their next shift, Buck does take Jee-Yun.

Unfortunately, their paths never cross, because while the penguin habitat doesn't explode, the sea jelly gallery does, completely flooding the first floor. When the aquarium is forced to evacuate everyone, Buck and Jee-Yun end up at the Chili's down the street, while Tommy ends up riding in an ambulance with an old woman who gets stung by a box jellyfish.

"I don't understand how this happened!" Lucy shouts, keeping her fingers on the ankle pulse of a man in the middle of an allergic reaction to a lilliputian jelly sting as Hen and Chim pump him full of epinephrine and then start administering compressions.

Eddie would help, but he's carrying three kids—two in his arms, one on his back—through shin-deep water to safety while attempting to dodge all the bluebottles floating on the surface. Dana glides past him to get the next group of kids waiting to be rescued, not a hair out of place. She looks like a fucking mermaid. He's gonna trip her the next time they pass each other.

Annoyed, Lucy casts around and then asks, "Has anyone seen Nico?"

Just in time for the man himself to sedately walk through the pandemonium, two bewildered penguins tucked under his arms like purses. He smiles brightly. "Hey, did Kinard pass through here, by any chance? Phase two of my plan is ready to go."

Eddie stares at him. "What was phase one?"

He never does find out what exactly phase one entailed, but it's enough to get them permanently banned from the aquarium for life.

"If you ask me, the punishment so does not fit the crime," Nico says, digging an elbow into Eddie's side as he jostles for room in the back of Athena's squad car.

Eddie says nothing. He's too busy mentally composing the short-answer portion of his application for the El Paso Fire Department, although, in the end, it doesn't matter. He completely forgets everything he plans on writing when Athena slides in, glances in the rearview mirror, and shouts, "Those better not be penguins in my back seat, Edmundo Diaz!"

He and Chris spend two hours talking about it during their next call, so Eddie calls it a win.

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L Lawliet x reader Ficlet CONTINUATION: The billionaire and the Prostitute

Technically a chapter 1! Expect these to be episodic, light on plot, and heavy on smut...maybe. I'll get them out when I can, so please bear with me! This is all subject to change, I don't really have a plan for this other than writing what I imagine. The best way to support this fic is letting me know what you think! I do my best to respond to each and every comment, because I love hearing from those who read my work! Tysm for choosing to read this!!!

Warnings: vaginal sex, PinV (Implied birth control), prostitute/bought sex

People are like magpies.

They flit to any pretty, shiny thing. And by God, are you pretty and shiny. You know because they say so, and they empty their pockets to prove it. Anyone could be susceptible to your charms: the structure of your face, the curve of your body, or the wit of your words. Even someone with values that discourage attraction or attachment, whose very life and livelihood rests on the comfort of distance from others, on the peace they may feel from knowing the reason for their own existence is only to be a servant to the will of justice.

But that's neither here nor there, all you're worried about right now is the lip gloss you're applying in the reflection of the rearview mirror. It's some fancy, expensive brand, but it all feels the same to you. Not like it matters in the first place, it'll be gone in a few hours. Still, you layer it on your lips, just in time for the driver to pull to the corner. You pay, thank him, and walk away. You can feel him staring.

You walk down the street, your hair rustled by the slight wind, and your tight, glittery blue dress riding up your thighs. Your stilettos clack against the pavement, and you shiver as a particularly nipping gust of air brushes past you. It was well-lit, at least. You were in the middle of a busy shopping district, stores and hotels and restaurants illuminating your way with their bright, polluting light. Despite the light, however, there was no warmth, and yet another gust of wind reminds you that you're still wearing a tiny dress in the middle of fall with three blocks to go.

Think of the money, you remind yourself. That's all anything was ever about, money. It's not like you don't have enough of it, your income was kept steady by eager clientele. You were greedy, you guessed. You, despite your comfort, accepted this new contract, went through the motions of hiring a cab, getting dropped off at a corner, walking 4 blocks to a hotel, asking to meet someone on the 5th floor when you were really going to the penthouse, and getting gawked at the whole time. The gawking, you could stand. The cold and the walking? He better hope you imagine buying a house all night, because that's likely the only way you're finding an orgasm, or at least the will to look like you're having one.

When you reach the hotel, shivering and clutching your handbag, you're greeted by the beautiful comfort of heating. And ornate decore, though it's not nearly as awe-inducing as being warm. It's a nice place, but you're used to them. All you're clients liked to go to nice places, pretty hotels to hide from their wives. You wouldn't be surprised if that's what this guy is doing. You speak to the attendant, tell her what you're supposed to, and she asks what room. You follow the script, room 345, and she calls it. After a short conversation, she gives you the go-ahead. You thank her, and turn to walk to the hall where she said the elevator was. You can feel her staring. They always try to be discreet, don't they?

You get to the elevator, and head to the penthouse. When you get to it, you're met with a long hallway, furnished with gold sconces against yellow walls, and a deep red carpet. And a camera. You look up, straight into it. You see it's lense focus.

You walk to the dark wooden door and hesitantly knock. Why were you so nervous? You've done this plenty before. Maybe it was the mystery around it. With the way he wrote his submission of request and signed his contracts, you only knew the first initial of his name: L. That, and the fact that he had no STDs, no criminal record, and the funds for at least the downpayment.

"Come in," a voice calls, far inside of the room. His voice is calm and low, as if he has all the time in the world.

You turn the knob, and find it's unlocked. What would you be met with? Was he old? Most were. Would he be naked? That's happened once or twice.

You walk in, and are met with...

nothing.

A sleek, modern kitchen with marble countertops and a stainless steel fridge, contrasting the more vintage nature of the hotel itself, and...no one.

You carefully walk farther in, past the island counter and accompanying chairs. By now, you're at a swinging door. Should you go out, investigate further? Hell no, you know how it goes, you should leave now before you become a statistic.

"Cake?"

Just as you're turning around, you hear his voice, and it's enough to make you jump out of your skin.

So imagine the sound you let out when you see him, too.

You're faced with a man, holding a plate of fluffy strawberry cake. He's tall and thin, though the slump of his shoulders brings him down to your level. He's pale too, His black, searching eyes a deep contrast against his skin, just as contrasting as his black, messy hair. His features are incredibly gaunt; his chin is narrow, his eyes are big and moony, and his nose is arched and sloping. His mouth, resting in an unbothered line, is quite nice looking, with a defined cupid's bow and a plump bottom lip. He looks casual, wearing only a white T-shirt and blue jeans, and despite his heavy dark circles and slouching posture, he's very attractive, in an odd way.

He's unfazed by your jumping, as well as your analyzing of his face, and simply stands and waits for you to speak.

"No...thanks..." you say slowly, straightening up. Your face was hot, embarrassment trying to seep through your confident aura.

"Suit yourself," he shrugs, taking a spoon from the counter and breezing past you.

You stand there for a moment, stunned, before following him out. The living room is as plain as the kitchen, designed most prominently with two black couches and a glass coffee table in between. There's a big, floor-to-ceiling window adjacent to the setup, the twinkling lights of the city outshining the twinkling of the stars. It's dimly lit, only the city and a few lamps giving any clarity to the space.

He walks to one of the couches, sticking the spoon in his mouth as he maneuvers to sit with the dessert in hand. He settles in a crouch, his knees to his chest as he finally sets the plate on the table. He takes the spoon from his mouth, eyes more attracted to the cake than you as he takes a bite.

"Sit, please. I'd like to talk," he says casually.

He...does know you're a prostitute, right? He doesn't seem anything like the people who have hired you before. You take a seat on the couch opposite to him, and he doesn't look up.

"You're a prostitute," he states.

So he does know. "I am," you respond firmly. Why shouldn't you be confident? You deserve to take pride in your work, and you have a right to enjoy its spoils.

"No need to be so defensive," he says lowly, almost...with amusement.

"I'm not," you huff. Nothing about your previous answer should have come across as defensive. You're in your right to be defensive anyway, plenty of people feel it's their right to judge.

This time, he looks up at you. "No need to be so serious, either," he hums cooly, taking another bite of cake.

You scoff a little, watching him eat. You sort of wish you said yes to his offer earlier. "What's your name," you ask, changing the subject.

"I'm not sure yet..." he sighs. He chews thoughtfully, before swallowing. "I suppose you can call me L, for now."

So an alias. Why not, it makes sense for him. "You on the run or something," you joke, trying to ease the tension.

That seems to please him, a slight, entertained smile on his face. "I could be. You'll never know. You have to be cautious in your profession, don't you?"

"I do," you nod slowly. "But I'm not too worried about you."

"I have to be cautious in my profession as well," he says softly. With another bite, he's nearly done with his snack. "I have to admit, this is not something I expected of myself."

"What? Hiring a prostitute?"

"Yes. But I've heard sex can provide many benefits to one's mental acuity, and it would be much better for all parties involved to hire someone, rather than attempt to go about finding a partner to sate something so intimate."

"So then...this is a trial." That's what you gathered, anyway. If he doesn't find you to be helpful, he won't hire you again. This is a test, to see if you're worth keeping.

"In a sense, it is." he sets his spoon on the now-empty plate, his gaze meeting yours. "This is new to me. I'd appreciate your patience, as well as your guidance."

You nod slowly. "Alright," you agree. That was doable. It worked better, anyway. This won't be too bad if he lets you tell him what to do, it should be enjoyable enough for both of you. "So then, what have you done?"

"Nothing."

"ok..." Nothing was difficult to work with.

"I'm a fast learner."

"I'm sure." You pause to think. "Come sit next to me."

He, for just a moment, seems surprised. Then without a word he obeys, standing from his perch on the couch and stepping over the coffee table, seating himself beside you and tucking his knees to his chest, just as he was before.

"Have you been kissed?"

"No."

"Face me, and...hold still."

He turns his head to you, his posture slouched as his big, tired eyes meet yours.

You lean in, giving him a simple peck on the lips. You notice he doesn't close his eyes, though you suppose it makes sense given the experience doesn't last longer than a few seconds. His expression doesn't change, but his cheeks get noticeably pinker. It's sort of cute.

"How was that?"

"Sticky."

You look down at his lips, marked with your red lipstick, the gloss shining slightly in the low light.

"A good sticky," you ask teasingly.

"Not exactly. Though it wasn't entirely unpleasant." He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, the lipstick lightly smearing across his cheek.

"Do you want to try again?"

"it would be pitiful if I didn't. Though I'd like you to take off your lipstick."

You reach into your handbag and pull out a makeup wipe, contained in a single-use, papery package. You open it, carefully remove your lipstick, and put the used wipe back in your bag to throw away later.

"There. Ready?"

He nods curtly, and you lean in to kiss him the same as before. This time, he mimics your movements. You tilt your head, and he mirrors it, leaning in just as you do, meeting you with gentle pressure. It was nice. It lasts just a little longer, and again, his eyes stay open. You pull back for just a moment, your eyes on his, before you lean back in for another kiss. You can't warn him every time, after all.

He meets you in stride, and this time your hand gently rests on his cheek. These kisses are short but continuous, they're gentle and slow. His lips are incredibly soft...and when your tongue flicks out on the instinct to taste them, they taste like sugar. He flinches at the new feeling, and you're about to pull back and apologize. You don't want to push him too fast.

He doesn't give you the chance, however, because he repeats your actions. The only difference is he makes it inside. As his tongue slips inside your mouth, your eyes flutter shut again, and he leans in further. Your hand slides down to his shoulder, and the other steadies your body on the cushion behind you. He really was a fast learner.

He lets out a low hum, not of satisfaction but of interest. After just a few more seconds, you gently pull away, and he sits back from you.

You take in a breath and speak first. "How was that?"

He considers it for a moment. "Pleasurable. You taste like lemon."

That makes sense, you had tea before you came over. "Do you wanna keep going?"

"I don't see why not. This is proving to be very insightful."

"Do you always approach these sorts of situations so clinically?"

He shrugs. "I'm not in very many of these situations."

"Right."

With that, you lean back in, kissing him once more. He wastes no time slipping his tongue into your mouth, and as your hand finds his cheek again, he hesitantly reaches out to trail his fingers down your own cheek. His touch is light, and it sends shivers across your body as he gently traces your skin. The pads of his fingers move down your jawline, to your neck, then down to your shoulder to feel your collarbone.

His touch is so reverent, that it pulls a gentle hum of pleasure from your lips. The sound leads him to bring his hand to the back of your neck, taking hold and carefully pulling you farther in. He liked that.

You smile against his lips, and kiss him with a little more fervor. He meets your passion, imitating your movements, trying to predict what you'll do next and accommodate it before it happens. It was almost like some kind of puzzle to him, like he took most pleasure from anticipating your movements correctly.

If he thought he had it down now, you'd have to up the ante. You move past his lips, kissing his jawline. At first, he tried to turn his head to find your mouth again, but at the gentle, tingly feeling of your kissing elsewhere, he wanted to allow the progression.

You trail your lips down his neck, and when his shirt gets in the way, you pull the collar to the side. When you've kissed all you can there, you look up at him. He's staring intently. "Can you take it off?"

He pauses, before quickly removing the fabric. He's as skinny and scrawny as he looks with the shirt, but there's some clear muscle beneath his skin. You kiss his clavicle, being sure to take things slow and easy. You can feel him watching, and eventually, he awkwardly rests his hand in your hair.

As your lips travel across his chest, leaving little pink stains from what's left of your lipstick, You can feel his heartbeat jump beneath his skin. He likes this, you can tell.

After a few minutes, he puts a hand on your shoulder. "Stop," he says plainly.

You pull back, looking up at him for some sort of distaste. He doesn't seem upset, only...curious. "It's time to move on."

You smile and sit upright, already unzipping your dress. "Feeling confident?"

He watches as your clothes peel back from your body, the way your soft, supple skin could barely hide behind the lacey black bra that was...admittedly a size too small. Strategy, he determined. "No. Impatient. I'd...rather not take longer than necessary for this."

You stand with your back turned to him, shimmying the dress off of your thighs. Matching underwear, too. A true professional. "Trust me, this won't take long."

You glance back at him, at his crouched position and his intrigued expression. "Take off your pants. Underwear too."

"There's no need to specify. I know that much."

"Well, you know what they say about assuming," you tease, unclasping your bra. He was staring. You could always feel it when people were staring. You slowly pull down your panties, and when you bend all the way down, you peak at him between your legs. It was showy, sure, but people liked it.

He met your gaze there, his head tilting slightly as he began to ease his boxers off of his legs. He didn't look enamored or lecherous, just...interested.

You quickly stood upright, your body now completely available for view. "I'm gonna sit in your lap. Is that alright?"

You turn around to face him, but his eyes stay on your breasts. Bold, you supposed. He was naked now, his knees not to his chest but halfway bent. "Can I stay like this?"

You look up at his face, and he's still staring at your body. "Sure," you shrug. It makes no difference to you.

You slowly walk closer, your hands finding his shoulders once more. You look down, finally able to see his cock. Apparently what they say about skinny guys is true. He wasn't particularly thick, but clearly long, despite not being fully erect. There's a trail of sparse, whispy black hair coming from below his navel, though it doesn't make it to the length of his member. He was just as pale there as the rest of him, with a dusty pink tip just barely oozing precum. What a pretty dick.

You carefully straddle him, not yet settling on his lap but resting back on his thighs, leaving plenty of space between your hips. He allows it, and his eyes finally meet yours.

"I'm going to use my hands for a moment, just to get you ready, ok?"

"Do what you must."

You smile, your hand reaching out to take him. He watches closely, and when your fingers wrap around his length, he sucks in a near-silent gasp. Carefully, you begin to stroke up and down, taking it slow. He kept his eyes on your movements all the while, his breath becoming shaky. How cute.

He was quick to harden, something you attributed to him being younger than most of your clients, and when he became fully erect you pulled your hand away. "was it terrible," you ask sarcastically, your fingers idly drawing circles on his tip just to gather a little pre, which had come to bead and leak vehemently down his cock.

"No," he says, a little quieter than he was before, but no less frank and no more meek. Out of curiosity, as well as for the sake of looking even more sinful than you already did, you brought your fingers to your mouth, licking off the sticky fluid. To your evident surprise, it tasted...sweet. Not just not bitter, but actually sweet. Like a musky candy, or something. "What do you eat," you ask incredulously, moving to position yourself above him.

He shrugs, watching rather helplessly as you do all the work. "I find that a constant supply of sugar assists in brain function...and I enjoy the taste."

"So you eat only sweets? Must be nice," you scoff.

"It is," he nods.

You smile an amused and toothy grin, one that was a little more genuine than the other smiles you gave. It had his eyes tracing your features a little more closely. You take his hands and bring them to your hips. "It helps if you hold on," you explain gently.

His long fingers curl around your sides, his grip firm. You reach down and take his member in your hand, positioning it at your entrance as you lower.

When the tip touches your entrance, he almost flinches, his hands tightening as his neck cranes forward, just to watch himself slip inside you.

Slowly, you take him, inch by inch, the tight channel of your vagina sucking him in. He swallows, his breathing even solely because he makes the effort to slow it. It's an entrancing sight, watching you take him deeper, and deeper, and deeper...until eventually your hips meet.

He was just long enough to poke at your cervix, the sensation a delicious addition to the way his breath hit your collarbone. You gave him a minute to adjust to the feeling, it was surely a lot. Eventually, he looked up at you for what to do next, and with that, you began to ride him.

You were gentle, careful not to overexert him, and you paid close attention to his reactions. He found it most comfortable to rest his chin on your chest while he stared at your face, his eyes becoming more bleary as time went on. He couldn't focus on much besides the pleasure, his panting turning into quiet moaning in the back of his throat.

You focused on the feeling as well, grinding and bouncing at a relatively slow pace, letting out a moan every once in a while when he hit the right spot.

After only a few minutes, he let out a huff, his head tilting down to watch himself once more. He must be close.

You began to speed up, your movements becoming a little more sloppy, just to help him to his climax. Then, he did something unexpected. He pulled you a little closer, tilted his hips a little to one side, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every bounce. You gasped and moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you moved with even more purpose.

"Fuck," you pant, finding a true orgasm to be fast approaching. He moaned, not loudly, but enough to where you knew he was there, and with the involuntary rolling of his hips, he came deep inside you. You were quick to follow, your lashes fluttering and your moaning rich with blissed-out pleasure.

You spent a few seconds afterward grinding against him, before quickly dismounting. You sat there for a moment, him panting, you...admittedly a little more winded than usual. You weren't used to cumming so soon, or at all if a client was especially selfish. You didn't mind, of course, it was your job, but it was a fun surprise when pleasure managed to happen.

You glance over at him, watching as he catches his breath, the bob of his throat as he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth.

"Was that so bad," you laugh airily.

He turns his head to you, his big eyes peering into yours. Then, he smiles. It was a real, genuine smile, one that was too sweet not to smile back at. "It was extremely enlightening," he says softly.

God. Oh God.

Your face suddenly feels too hot, and your chest too tight. You quickly sit upright, brushing your hair from your face. "Yeah, cool. I mean, good. That's good, I'm glad...Anything else?"

"No, I've gathered all I need." He stands, grabbing his shirt and tugging it on. "I'll have a chauffeur drive you home," he says, the fabric of his shirt still covering his face, slightly muffling his voice.

"Thanks..." you nod, quickly pulling on your underwear. "You had to get out of here. "And the rest of the money?"

"He'll give it to you. I...don't handle cash."

Rich guys. "Okay," you sigh, tugging on your dress. It was a little nerve-wracking, there was nothing worse than being stiffed.

"Wait in the lobby. I will personally call down when your car is ready." He tugged on his jeans, his movements uncoordinated and awkward, as if he wasn't used to dressing himself.

"Alright." you grab your clutch and head for the door, not a moment wasted. Before you know it, you're in the car, a limo driven by an older man with a mustache. There are fewer protocols taken over your leave, the driver simply takes the long way to your apartment. When he parks, he hands you an envelope. "Thank you for your visit," he says, his voice dry and rich with age.

"Yeah...ditto."

It isn't until you're inside that you open the envelope. You should've opened it in the car, but you were too wrapped up in the fact that you said "ditto" to someone thanking you for coming over.

It's heavy, and when you finally cut it open, you're hit with that fresh money smell. How you loved the smell of money. Each bill was worth 10,000￥, so if you counted it all up...plus the down payment...

10,000,000￥.

You knew it was what you agreed on, but having it here in your hands...even your wealthiest clients didn't pay this much. Most people who were well off made this in a year, and you made it in one night.

L, was it? You would be good friends.

[jennifer-jeong]

Fluff | Genshin x GN!Reader What Made Them Fall For You?

Xiao, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Diluc

SUMMARY Headcanons on what makes the genshin pookies fall for you <3

CONTENT Fluff, gender neutral reader, men falling for reader, reader is not traveler but is friends with them, mentions of character's trauma, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOUR NOTES I hope to eventually write about all the men >:) it will probably take a while to get to it but I’ll try to keep each one short to encourage myself to finish them all hehe.

XIAO

I think Xiao would start to fall for you because you see through his tough, mean guy act. You can tell that even though his words are harsh and he’s telling you to leave him alone, he’s just protecting you. You might not see it at first, but as you understand his condition, his karmic debt, you understand him. Your realization makes you feel warm knowing that Xiao is really just an innocent soul who wanted to keep you safe. He wants so badly to never hurt anyone ever again and “repent” in solitude even though he has nothing to really repent for; he was forced to kill by his previous master and his karmic debt only comes from killing the remnants of old gods and absorbing their debt.

You start to hang around him more as a result and, much to Xiao’s dismay, he doesn’t hate it. In fact, he actually enjoys how you reignite the warmth in him, the warmth he hasn’t felt in so long since his fellow Yaksha have passed. But did he want to let you in? Shouldn’t he push you away? He’s been alone for so long, why change that now? He felt like he didn’t deserve to enjoy company again, that he didn’t deserve you and your kindness. But maybe just this time… just once, would he allow it.

WANDERER

I think Wanderer would start to fall for you because you make him feel human emotions like he’s never felt before. He’s always searched for a “heart” in the form of a gnosis, thinking it would make him human and make him feel loved and wanted. But even when he had it, it didn’t feel right. Even now, with his anemo vision, he feels more, but still not what he wants. But with you, it feels perfect. Others would probably describe what he feels as something like “butterflies in my stomach” but since he probably doesn’t really experience physical things like that, being a magical puppet and all, he thinks about how you make his vision glow. When he feels a surge of emotions, it feels like he’s using his vision. It feels powerful, happy, strong, and warm, like how a light breeze feels on a sunny afternoon.

You know about his past, what he did, and how the world wronged him. He’s been so traumatized and can barely comprehend his emotions. So when you reach out to him after he regains his memory and a new anemo vision, you try to help him through his emotions in the gentle way that you do. You’re so soft with him and it makes his vision heart ache. He believes he doesn’t deserve you but you try your best to show him otherwise. As you two get closer, you never really notice, but the wind always picks up just a little bit when he sees you.

DILUC

I think Diluc would start to fall for you because you don’t just see him as “the young and rich son of the Ragnvindr family estate.” You see him for him: Diluc. You see a beautiful soul with a broken heart that has put up walls that he intends to never break down again. Others might think that Diluc is just cold, but you and the others close to him know that no matter how cold he may seem, the pure fire that burns inside him always spreads its warmth to those around him. He’s believed for a while now that barely anyone can see what he’s hiding underneath, that people want him for his money, his property, his material things. But you prove him wrong time and time again. You sweetly say hi to him every time you see him not because you want to put on a facade to get on his good side. You don’t help him break up a fight at the tavern and clean up after because you want a monetary reward. You don’t bake him an adorable strawberry cake for his birthday because you want something back. No, you do it because you care, because you have so much love to give, and Diluc feels so lucky to be a part of your life.

He feels his feelings grow for you as time goes on. He feels you getting closer and he barely hesitates to let you in. You didn’t break down his walls, you politely made a door for yourself to enter and it makes you both laugh to think about it that way. He stays reserved around most others but always holds the door open for you, physically and metaphorically.

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[bettsfic]

Betts. how do I stop feeling jealous of everyone and everything and just focus on myself? I'm tired of being comprised of nothing but envy.

story time:

so i was recently at Millay, which is one of the top artist residencies in the country. they have an acceptance rate of something like 3%. when i was shown my room, there was a packet of all the residents' artist bios. i sat down and read through all of them. most of them were like half a page in length, single-spaced, listing out accomplishments i could never dream of. one artist had won a guggenheim. one author had published 12 books. another author published her first book at 19 years old. these were people who were extremely well accomplished and respected in their fields.

and we all became very good friends!

and then there was me. my bio was 3 sentences listing out a couple short publications and awards and other residencies i'd done. and my honest to god first thought was, "wow, the jurors must have really liked my writing to have accepted me among all these great artists."

and my second thought was, "that's the healthiest thing i have ever thought."

i had no jealousy of their accomplishments. even though my career hadn't even begun compared to theirs, i didn't attend dinner that night with any impostor syndrome. and that confirmed for me that i had grown out of whatever place i used to be in as a person, where i was basically a raw wound wrapped in barbed wire. everything hurt me and i hurt everything in return.

jealous feelings come from an intense need of external approval, but as i've mentioned in other asks, approval and validation is a well that gets filled over time. at our introductory dinner that night, i didn't talk about my work in the hope of convincing everyone i deserved to be there, which was what i would've done a few years before. instead we all ended up talking about a TV show. the most highbrow place i've ever been in my life, and we're getting wine drunk and discussing at length a cheesy discovery channel reality series. the guggenheim winner: loves box turtles. the guy who's published 12 books: his favorite movie is Spirited Away. the girl who published a book at 19: reads One Direction fanfic. the well-lauded poet: old school tumblrina.

actually, 4 out of 7 of us read fanfic and we had some great conversations about it. sometime i'll tell you about introducing the co-director of the residency to AO3.

when you think of the most accomplished and successful writer you've ever read, remember that they are, at the very core of their being, a nerd. and if you were to eat dinner with them, you would, with enough polite inquisitiveness, be able to unlock the goofy side of them that binges Property Brothers.

so that was the big change for me, i think. i started asking a lot of questions. i stopped talking and i started listening. it seems counterintuitive that admitting to not knowing stuff shows confidence, but it does. pretending you know stuff is what looks insecure. i think for me, i put so much of myself in my work, i wanted my work to be lauded so i could feel accomplished, and feeling accomplishment would let me believe i deserved to exist. but over time, i've reframed that mentality. my work is a thing that exists beyond me and is private to those who read it. it comes from me, but it is not me. what i am is just the person i am, and my life is a series of moments i choose for myself, and i am allowed to exist.

even sending this ask shows that you've begun filling your well. it takes someone who's already come a long way to realize jealousy isn't the status quo and is a feeling to be overcome. and you can overcome it. you can reach a place where you have enough success that other people's success has nothing to do with you, and you're free to just be happy for them. and when you read work that's better than yours you feel joy at learning something new.

so put your work into the world and let it be rejected. you'll rack up a couple wins or close calls, and those will give you energy to be rejected some more. and eventually you'll be rejected so much that rejection doesn't feel like anything, and you will have won enough to realize your work has a place in the world, and that place is no bigger or smaller than anyone else's. your work is allowed to exist simply as it is, and you are allowed to exist simply as you are.

[yuukskillsworld]

Ronin w a nerdy and/or geeky (i don’t know the difference between them, sorry—) reader, who somehow turns everything into a reference? I feel like he’d start picking up on the jokes lol

Love ur writing btw !!!

"Reference Point" - Ronin x Nerdy!Reader

Shoutout to the absolute legend who requested this—Ronin falling for a reference-making nerd? Obsessed. Hope you enjoy, sweetie.<3

Genre: Fluff with some romantic tension

Word count: ~1,200

written by yuukskillsworld<3

WARNINGS: Mild suggestive humor, canon-typical mentions of violence (very subtle, no action or gore), swearing (mild — e.g., “hell”), Ronin being dangerously charming (yes, that counts)

Ronin wasn’t a man of many words—he didn’t need to be. Silence suited him better. It was useful, threatening when it needed to be, and seductive when he wanted it to be. Most people were unnerved by it.

Not you.

“Did you just Batman your way in here again?” you asked, barely looking up from your manga. “You’re like... one smoke bomb away from a full Gotham entrance.”

He leaned against the doorframe of your cluttered safehouse room, arms crossed over his chest. The flickering neon light from your anime posters painted pink and green lines over his scarred jaw. “If I knew what the hell that meant, Darlin’, maybe I’d be flattered.”

You grinned and tossed the volume aside. “I’ll take that as permission to explain. Batman. The guy who just appears and vanishes. Broody. Wears black. Daddy issues.”

Ronin chuckled, low and almost fond. “That you callin’ me broody?”

“I'm calling you a whole Christopher Nolan trilogy.”

He didn’t respond right away—just stepped in, slow like the air itself bent around him. You didn’t flinch when he reached out and plucked a Captain Levi keychain off your desk. Spun it between two fingers. His eyes narrowed. “This one reminds me of you. All short, snappy, and full of attitude.”

“Oh my God,” you gasped. “You know who Levi is.”

He gave a smug little shrug. “Picked it up. You don’t shut up about ‘em.”

You blinked. “...You listen?”

“I remember what matters.” He leaned in slightly. “And you always talk about the things you love like you’d die for ‘em. Gets my attention.”

Your heart stuttered. He was too good at that—getting under your skin without even trying. So you covered it with sarcasm, like always. “So what, next thing I know, you’ll be quoting Lord of the Rings mid-fight?”

“If I do, I expect a kiss for effort.”

“Ronin!”

“What?” he laughed. “Seems fair. I dive through blades for you and mutter somethin’ about walkin’ into Mordor—boom. Kiss.”

“You are Mordor,” you mumbled, turning away to hide the flush.

He stepped closer. Too close. “Then does that make you the hobbit, Darlin’? Always talkin’, stubborn as hell, and somehow surviving stuff you shouldn’t?”

You gave a lopsided smile. “You have been paying attention.”

“Told you. Couldn’t ignore you if I tried.” His voice dropped, silk and smoke. “You make the world louder, brighter. Hell, half the time I don’t know what you’re referencing, but I still find myself smilin’.”

Silence stretched between you, warm and almost fragile.

“...You gonna kiss me now or what?” he asked, eyes sharp but lips tilted.

You grinned, stepping up till your nose almost bumped his. “Only if you say ‘this is the way.’”

His groan was half-laugh, half-exasperated, but he leaned down anyway.

“This is the way, Darlin’.”

Thanks for the killer idea, sweet thing. Ronin approves—and so do I.

I hope that I fulfilled your request, dear! <3

Credits:

-> dividers: @dollywons

-> photo: Pinterest

[morgana-larkin]

Hiyaaa! Can you please do Agatha Harkness x fem reader, where Agatha has a panic attack and Y/N is there to calm her down please?

Hi! Thank you so much for sending an Agatha prompt! I did my best to write her as it’s my first time writing for Agatha. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Protecting You

Warning: none

Words: 2.3k

“That damn stupid witch won’t crack!” Agatha yells as she enters her house. She just got back from killing Wanda’s dog, hoping that having her kids get upset will cause her to crack or bring the dog back to life, but she didn’t. She then goes to her kitchen and magic’s herself a tea. As soon as she takes a sip there’s a knock at her door. She puts her tea down and goes to answer it.

“Hiya neighbour!” You say and Agatha smiles at seeing you.

You met Agatha at one of those Neighbourhood meetings that Dottie was having. She offered you some alcohol when you looked as bored as her and you’ve been friends since.

“Hi Clara, how are you?” She asks as she steps aside to let you in.

“I’m alright, busy day though. Joe wanted some alone time so give our son a woodworking lesson so I decided to come here.” You tell her with a smile. “How are you?”

The one thing about you is that Agatha is starting to like you as more than a friend but in this life you’re married and with a child, she has no idea what you were like before.

“Busy as well, Ralph is always off doing god knows what so I can do whatever I want.” She tells you in her Agnes voice and you giggle.

“Must be nice, to not have to tend to a husband or take care of a child.” You tell her with a smile and then you frown. “But I don’t have a child or a husband.” You suddenly say and Agatha looks at you strangely.

“What was that, hun?” She asks you. You then suddenly look up at her with that lost look in your eyes that everyone has and a smile is replaced on your face again.

“What was what?” You ask her and Agatha looks at you before brushing it off.

After a couple hours at her place, you leave to go back home which is across the street. Agatha looks at your retreating form until you’re safe in your home. She then thinks about what happened earlier, you broke through the spell for a second, you’re fighting it really hard. Another thing that she noticed was that you mentioned that you don’t have a child or a husband which brought a smile to her face.

The next day everyone is getting ready for Halloween. In order to not raise suspicion to Wanda, Agatha goes and puts up decorations on her front lawn. When she looks across the street, she sees you doing the same thing but having a hard time hanging something up on the window due to being short. She walks across the street and hangs the decoration for you.

“And there we go!” She says and looks at you with a smile.

“Oh thank you Agnes. I was having trouble as I can’t reach.” You tell her and look down a little embarrassed.

“Oh that’s totally alright! We need short people to do things tall people can’t.”

“Like what?” You ask her, eyes full of wonder.

“Like looking innocent and adorable.” She blurts out before she thinks and your cheeks turn a shade of pink.

“Oh thank you. Um- do you want to come in for some tea? I was just about to have some.”

“Tea sounds lovely, hun.” She says and you both go inside. She should probably get back to plotting against Wanda but she can’t help but be around you.

“And here’s the tea and some biscuits if you’re hungry.” You offer on a plate and then sit down beside her with a cup of tea of your own. You take a sip and then put it on the coffee table and grab a biscuit.

Agatha looks at you curiously, yesterday you broke through the curse by yourself, and she wonders what would happen if you had help.

“Hun?” She starts and you hum and look at her. “Yesterday you said you don’t actually have a child or a husband. Why did you say that?” She asks and you look at her confused.

“What do you mean? My husband is at work and my child is at school.”

“What’s your child’s name?” She asks you and you’re about to say an answer but all of a sudden your mind comes up blank, you have no idea what your child’s name is. Agatha can see it in your eyes that you know something isn’t right but the spell is too strong. She then puts her hand to your temple and lifts the spell from your mind. “There, that must be better.” She tells you and you look at her with fear and confusion.

“What’s going on?” You ask and look around quickly and then at yourself. “What am I wearing? Who are you?”

“My name is Agatha Harkness and I just lifted Wanda’s curse from your mind. I’ll have to put it back in a few minutes to avoid suspicion but I wanted to know who you are.” Agatha tells you and she can see the wheels turning in your mind. “So who are you?”

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N.” You tell her and that says absolutely nothing to her.

“Yesterday you were able to half break through the curse. How?”

“What? I don’t even know what you’re talking about?”

“Are you from Westview? Do you live here?”

No, I’m from New York.” You tell her and she nods and clicks her tongue. “I came here to visit a friend.”

“Who’s your friend?”

“Her name is Sarah, but under the curse she goes by Dottie.” You tell her.

“Seeing her must have triggered you to try and break through the curse, and you managed yesterday.” She figures out. “Look I’m going to get Wanda to break it for everyone, but I have to put the curse back on you to do that, ok?” She says and you shake your head.

“No, please. It’s torture. All I hear and feel is pain and it’s too much!” You tell her and she looks at you with sympathy.

“I’m sorry, but everything will be back to normal soon enough.” She tells you and goes to break it but you get up and you go to run away but she stops you with her magic. “Before I put it back, I do want to do something.” She tells you and then gives you a kiss and you kiss her back. During the kiss she puts the curse back and pulls away before you go back to Clara and lifts her magic.

“Oh, would you look at the time! I gotta get back to those decorations. They’re not going to put themselves up!” You say and she smiles at you before bidding you goodbye.

The next day, she sees you in the crowd when she lifts the spell to torment Wanda. You two lock eyes when Wanda lifts the barrier from a section and tells everyone to leave. Agatha gives you a nod for you to leave but you freeze, for some reason you don’t want to leave her here. Agatha sees you freeze and sees Vision and Wanda’s kids start to disappear due to the barrier being lifted a little and knows you won’t make it. Agatha starts to panic cause she doesn’t want you to get in the crossover of a witch fight. And if to make it worse, the military starts to appear. She finally meets someone she likes and that person might die unless she acts fast. She flies to you, grabs you and flies you away before you have time to react. In a second you’re in your house from the curse and Agatha is looking at you.

“Listen Y/N, I have to go back but you have to leave. Over there is too dangerous for you so you have to run. Escape from the back and just keep going. Do you hear me?” She asks you and you just stare at her.

“I’m not leaving you, why are you staying if she lifted the curse?”

“It’s too complicated for you right now but I have to go back and you just have to run away, do you hear me?”

“I’m not going!” You say and stomp your foot.

“Jesus Y/N! Please go! I don’t want to lose you.” She tells you. “Sarah, your friend is across the barrier, don’t you want to be with her?” She asks you and you shake your head. “Oh my god! The one time I’m trying to save someone’s life and they’re refusing to be saved! Just my luck.” She screams and then turns back to you. “Fine, if you want to die then stay here or go right back on the battlefield.” She tells you while she points to where the battlefield is. “I can’t save you if you go out there, and you more than likely won’t live if you do!” She tells you before leaving through the door.

While Agatha goes back to fighting Wanda, you peek out through the window and see someone step in front of Wanda’s kids and stop the bullets. You see Wanda and Agatha in the air fighting and two Visions fighting. You run out of the house and go to the kids and the stranger that caught a bunch of bullets.

“Who are you?” She asks you.

“I’m-”

“Clara!” Tommy yells. “You’re still here.” He says to you.

“My name is actually Y/N. Who are you?” You ask her.

“My name is Monica. I know Wanda, I know she means no harm, she’ll save us.”

“No harm? Did you not go through the torture and pain in your head? I did and it sucked! If anyone actually saved us, it’s Agatha!” You yell at her and that gets Agatha’s attention, it distracts her long enough for Wanda to throw an object at her and sends her crashing into a building. “Agatha!” You yell and attempt to run to her but gets stopped by Tommy who runs in front of you to block your path.

“You shouldn’t go to her, it’s not safe for anyone to go there.” He tells you. You try again but get stopped again.

“Y/N!” Agatha yells and you look at her. “Leave now!” She continues and Wanda watches with interest.

The fight between Agatha and Wanda continue until Wanda takes all of Agatha’s power and sends them to the ground. You run to them now that everyone else is distracted. You hear Wanda sentence Agatha to imprisonment as Agnes but you run up to them and intervene.

“No wait!” You say before Wanda can do anything. “Don’t do that.”

“And why not?” Wanda asks you.

“Haven’t you already imprisoned enough people?” You ask her and she looks at you with guilt. “I know it was an accident but I think you’ve done enough. Just let her go as is.” You tell her and she seems to think about what you said. “She can’t do anything without her magic.” You add on and Wanda straightens her posture and backs off.

“You make a good point, I’ll let her stay as is.”

“You don’t deserve her magic.” You add when Wanda begins to walk away and she turns around to look at you.

“What did you say?”

“I said you don’t deserve her magic. You’re no better than a villain.”

“A villain would have killed her.” Wanda says.

“A villain would trap an entire town full of innocent people just to have her own happiness.” You counter and she looks at you before flying off. You then turn around to Agatha who starts walking off and you run after her. “Agatha!” You yell and you both get to the house you lived in under the curse.

“Why did you save me?” She asks you.

“Because I care about you.”

“I have no magic, I might as well die.” She says. “I can’t do anything without my magic.” She says and her breathing gets heavy.

“I don’t have magic and I think life is good without it.” You say, trying to cheer her up.

“You don’t understand, you’ve never had magic so you don’t know any better.” She says and she suddenly feels like she isn’t getting enough oxygen and she falls to the ground, breathing quickly. “I can’t breathe, why can’t I breathe?” She gets out and you run to her on the ground.

“Agatha, listen to me, you’re having a panic attack, ok. Can you look at me, please?” You tell her and a few seconds later she turns to look at you. “Good, now you need to follow my breathing.” You tell her and you start a breathing technique to help people who are having a panic attack. She tries to follow but fails, so you do the next best thing quickly so she doesn’t pass out. You grab both her cheeks and pull her in for a kiss. You pull back a few seconds later when you notice she isn’t breathing heavily and fast anymore. “Well that worked.” You say to her as she looks at you shocked.

“So you just kissed me to get me out of the panic attack?” She asks you and you shake your head after a couple seconds of thought,

“I kissed because I also wanted to kiss you, because I like you. All those moments where we were Clara and Agnes, I remember them and parts of Clara were me and you were completely you. And I began to like you, Clara began to like you, without even knowing.” You tell her. “I like you, Agatha.” You finish and she looks at you with wide eyes. She then surges forward and kisses you.

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[vivysnights]

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Your letter to Fyodor in a lonely Christmas night

• TW: Angst no comfort (sorry), Gn reader, established relationship, Fyodor chose his plans over reader, suffering, no use of y/n

• So guess who is backkk. (Me ✋)Only to share this with you my loves. I swear whenever I try to write hurt/comfort I find myself writing angst. This was in my drafts since August. I was keeping it in a shoebox under my bed to share in Christmas 🤪 Also, happy Christmas everyone 🥳 Also I couldn't write part 3 for my ex-husband Fyodor fic so sorry about that. Mentally I'm not prepared and physically I don't have the time to write. I'm too tired and I have been sleeping for 5 hours everyday for 3 months because of college😴 but hey here is the short fic. Hope you enjoy <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated. I wanna know what you guys think 🥺

• The song is "You Broke My Heart Again" by Teqkoi

I think you broke my heart again

*･ﾟ｡♡Ψ☁︎

Please don't leave and take my hand

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ *⁠☂

Drowning inside these walls of fear

+⁠ *⁠･⁠゜ﾟ☁︎

Take my hand, and stay with me my dear

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

You knew before I did

(Drowning inside these walls of fear)

Why are you crying?

Don't you know?

(Take my hand, and stay with me my dear)

Yes I know exactly

Merry Christmas, Mr. Dostoevsky,

It's snowing again... just like that day. It is a little cold and lonely. No sound of pages turning, shallow breaths near my nape or cold fingers brushing and tucking little strands of hair behind my ear gently. And the sound of the door opening and closing, now making me understand your departure with a kiss that felt strange that time and now I realise how foolish I was. Leaving me so suddenly without saying a word at all... and going your own way... It is too cruel. You are too cruel. But may it bring you happiness I couldn't.

No, my love, I do not condemn or pity you. How could I? When all of my letters are about loving you unconditionally. I knew you couldn't stay by my side forever like this, without a care in the world. Even when White Christmas is upon us, while I don't even know your whereabouts, there is just this one wish I keep praying over and over. If you ever think about me, even for a second, please give yourself what I couldn't offer you, although God knows how much I wanted to... A glimpse of forgiveness.

Oh how I know that you won't accept it despite whatever I do because of your own pride.

I know it is not my place to say these words to you but you've done enough; please forgive yourself for your past and the agonizing incidents that wasn't your fault. Let go of the remorse you've been holding in your heart god knows how long, and allow me to embrace you for everything that has happened to you. And may you find solace in my arms just as I found mine in yours.

Isn't it funny how people refer to you as soulles when, in reality, only things you carry are the pieces of people once were a part of your soul.

Yes, Merry Christmas, Mr. Dostoevsky

Please forgive me for not being able to send you all of these letters that I wished for you to read. As if they'd ever reach you but please don't be upset by my fondness of you.

Maybe... maybe in another universe when my hand reaches out to yours for you to keep, I will get to hold yours this time. Ah and I'm sure you would like how the sky looked right now... All white and endless, just like your hometown that you seemed to admire. 

And, as always, I will keep this letter in a box under my bed alongside other letters that were never meant to be sent to you. Oh, how I wish you were here with me now. If you are not here right now, who knows how these things work?

But please let my soul find salvation in yours 

My beloved

My love

Please do not let this be my final goodbye. Appear in my mind like a breeze, gently remind me of your light, because without you, it is extremely cold and I am terribly lonely. Yes, I admit it now, my worst sin was letting you go. Yes, it's surely have been my worst mistake.

I'm not going crazy. Am I? So please let another universe be where you and I are together and without a care in the world, where I get you all to myself, where you don't have to try so hard, where the only time I will ever change my last name is when we exchange vows, and where the only eyes I will ever see before I close my eyes eternally will be yours.

Because for you there's only love.

For you, there's only love

Merry Christmas, Fyodor

May God bring an end to all of your battles within you that I couldn't end with love...

—Yours eternally, your dearest

[derangedanomaly]

hello^^

one, your writing is beautiful and it always brings a smile to my face when i read it

and two, could we get a bad sanses +cross x reader where the reader is small? like the reader is below 5’2” (157cm) and they’re pretty slim??

Hello! I'm overjoyed to know that my silly writing brings a smile to your face, that's exactly what I aim for! :D

Hope this'll be to your liking! ^^

I realized, that I forgot to add the part about the reader being slim, only after writing it 💀 I'm stupid, sorry for that! 😭

MASTERLIST

BAD SANSES X SHORT!READER

NIGHTMARE:

PLATONIC

It doesn't surprise him in the slightest that you're much shorter than him. (He has some sort of god complex going on)

He has a habit of overlooking you, cause he never pays much attention to you.

You often trip just because of him.

He's such an asshole, I swear.

He gives you the more easier tasks, cause he doesn't believe you can do the harder ones.

Prove him wrong, and the next task you'll get will be something like... "Go destroy this AU." And it's like a solo mission too 💀

This dude gives zero shits about you. (He's just acting like a higher-up.)

ROMANTIC

If you stirr some romantic feelings in Nightmare, then he'll immediately notices your height difference. It's actually one of the main things he notices, other than your cute face.

He's not going to go soft on you though. He WILL tease the everliving shit out of you. But his teasing is actually so harsh, his words seriously hurt you. (And he doesn't even aim for that 😭)

Don't worry, it's not long before he gets softer with you, and tone your teasing down.

He literally doesn't let you do the dangerous missions. Or he will, but will team you up with himself. (He thinks he's so slick.)

Other than that, he doesn't really care about your height.

KILLER:

PLATONIC

He loves your shortness. Will make fun of you, almost every chance he gets.

He uses so many puns against you.

He's actually the shortest of the bad senses, so he partly forgets about the fact that he's almost the same height as you. 💀

Man's so goofy, you'll literally become best friends.

He loves to leave you hanging when you need help from him. (Evil at its fittest.)

Imagine you need something from the top shelf, and you can't reach it. So you ask Killer for help. He won't help you. He smiles wide while he's leaving, with you screaming profanities in the background.

ROMANTIC

He giggles the first time he sees your height. (Like he isn't the same height as you 💀)

He LOVES to help you get things from higher places. Makes him feel like your personal hero.

He would somehow convince Nightmare to make him and you go on missions together. (He just annoyed him with it until Nightmare eventually gave up.)

He likes teasing you, kinda like Nightmare does, but his teasing is more like flirting..if it makes sense. It leaves you a blushing mess, and he loves that fact.

You two have little teasing war. He makes fun of your height, and you in turn, make fun of his height.

Y'all are so silly, you're just flirting with each other at this point. 💀

DUST:

PLATONIC

Dust is just one of the people that doesn't pay attention to the heights of others. Or any of these sort of things.

He just doesn't care. 💀

You're not even a monster of some kind he could monitor, you hold no interest in him.

There's like an 80% chance that he'll ignore you altogether.

Though he has some standards, so he'll try to defend you if the others are making fun of your height. (Only if he has a good day though. Don't count on it 💀)

ROMANTIC

Even if he felt some sort of romantic attraction towards you, he just won't care about your height.

He'll probably just say like three puns about your height, but he won't comment on it any more.

He actually finds your height difference pretty adorable. He just wants to hold you tight and not let go.

He'll gladly help you if you needed something from a higher place. He quite likes it, actually.

He won't even ask Nightmare if he could go on missions with you. He just goes. (Nightmare will be fuming when he finds out 💀)

He'll be acting like he doesn't like it when you ask him for anything, y'know, acting like his emo self 🙄

HORROR:

PLATONIC

He audibly sighs, when he sees your height. You're another person on his list of people that he has to look down at, to actually talk to you.

But he does feel a little afraid of accidentally hurting you. You're just so small compared to him...

He makes it his mission to actively avoid you, just so he won't hurt you :(

You misunderstand it as him not liking you. Which results in more misunderstanding 💀

Doesn't try to acknowledge your height that much. He knows how frustrating it is to constantly hear about your height... So he doesn't do it. Which you greatly appreciate ^^

ROMANTIC

He has the same first reaction if he fell in love with you. He sighs, but it sounds more... Whiny...

He just feels really scared of hurting you, but he can't avoid you either, just cause he wants to talk to you. It's a real struggle.

Other than that, actually finds your shortness really cute. And he doesn't mean it teasingly, he means it genuinely.

Wants to be around you at all times, he wants to protect you. You've got yourself your own guard dog 💀

Appoints himself as your mission buddy. Doesn't even bother to ask for a permission from Nightmare. (This is gonna bring a little trouble to him in the future..)

Loves to carry you around on his shoulders. Not only do you feel taller, but he feels really good while having you on his shoulders. It's like he can show you off to anyone proudly.

You don't even have to ask him for help, he's already up and ready to help you out. He just has this feeling that you need help.

Can you tell that I like "short partner x tall partner" troupe?

Anyways, just thought that I'd show you what my HC on their height is at the end.

From tallest to shortest:

Horror, Reaper, Nightmare, Dream, Fresh, Swap, Dust - Epic (same height), Killer - Error - Cross (they're all the same height), Fell - Classic (same height), Ink (shortest lmao)

No one can top Horror's height. He's just the tallest of the Sanses 🤷‍♀️

(I think that the thought of Reaper being taller than Nightmare is funny.)

[thanksbutno98]

Shy

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: HAPPY HOLIDAYS! I’ve had no time to write with how busy I’ve been with my personal life. I still wanted to give you all a Christmas fic as a way to say thank you for all the love and support. Sorry it’s so short but I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Christmas is the time of year to bring everyone together. This year you have a last minute guest who helps your family in a greater way than you imagined.

Warning: swearing, light sexual themes, mentions of violence, not edited.

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It was one of the coldest days you’d experienced living in the UK. The wind howled and snow followed its direction, pelting the side of your home making it look like a blizzard outside. Your children thought it was the best thing ever since this Christmas would be a white one. You saw it as the lot of you would be outside after opening presents and shoveling your massive drive way. Thank god John had a snow blower in case of days like this.

You and your husband, John Price, were hanging around your kitchen sharing a bottle of wine and chatting. Your three children now twelve, ten, and four were huddled up on the sofa watching the Nightmare Before Christmas. All dressed in their pajamas with Evelyn and Lily sharing a bowl of popcorn and Jj with his own; since Lily always shrieked he was eating it too fast and she wouldn’t get any.

“You know that movies way too scary for Lily.” You told John as you leaned your lower back against the white marble counter. John was almost in arms reach, sitting on the counter of the kitchen island and scoffing slightly at your comment. He was dressed in grey sweat pants, a baggy traditional red and green Christmas sweater, and a Santa hat on his head.

“She needs to toughen up. The girls scared of her own shadow most days.” John shot back but you didn’t agree.

Lily was a lot like Evelyn in many ways. They both liked to be snarky and had similar humor; but Lily was no trouble maker. The biggest difference between Lily and her outgoing siblings was that she could be incredibly fearful and was shy. She much preferred to hide behind John and have you speak for her. Her name suited her as she preferred to be a wall flower whenever people were over. Now just because your daughter was shy around others did not mean she was around you all. Lily could be loud and goofy, putting Evelyn’s silliness at this age to shame.

“She’s sensitive John, she doesn’t need to toughen up. We have to love her the way she needs and that’s different from Evie and Jj.” You told your husband firmly yet sweetly.

You watched the gears in his head turn and you knew raising Lily was harder for him than your other two. John was a man of steel, a Captain in the military, who admired toughness and a never back down attitude, which your two oldest’s possessed. It was hard for John not to push Lily to be braver and it took a lot more time and effort to get her to do things her siblings never found scary.

For example getting Lily to jump off the dock and into the pond took John close to an hour this past summer and after she did it she cried and said she never wanted to do it again. You were peeved at your husband for having persuaded your baby girl into doing something she didn’t want to. It resulted in her only getting into the water from the shore and screeching if John even looked in her direction as she did so. John would have to turn his back and Lily would slowly get into the water and paddle over to him in her floaties and everything could go back to normal.

Lily also didn’t like rough housing the way her siblings did. The little girl would become upset with any touch that wasn’t gentle or soft. You saw how it got to John because unlike Evie and Jj at this age Lily hated being tossed on the bed or having him push her swing high in the air. Lily liked having her feet firmly on the ground and preferred to be inside away from the bugs.

“I know, I know.” John sighed out a bit dejected. You knew he was doing what he thought best and was struggling that one of his children could be so fearful and shy.

“Didn’t Soap say his niece was shy too? Maybe he’d have a pointer or two.” You suggested to John who responded by taking a large swig of his wine.

“I know he’s probably with his family since it’s the holidays so next time you see him ask how it went maybe you’ll learn something.” Moving from your spot you took the two steps forward that had been separating you and John. Wrapping your arms around his waist you placed your chin on his chest and looked up at him with kind eyes.

“He’s stuck on base for the holidays, poor lad.” Lacing his fingers through your hair John leaned down to get a kiss that he was going to make into more hopefully.

“Wait he’s just sitting on base right now? John you have to invite him over.” You stood up straight, placing a hand on John’s rock hard chest and holding him still so he couldn’t continue his action.

“Soap will be fine. He said he’ll video call his sister.” John already disliked your tone knowing in that snap second you had made up your mind.

“John, I hope if you were left alone on the holidays someone would invite you over for a proper dinner.” The pointed look you gave your husband had him sighing defeatedly. Thanks to his big mouth he was about to get a lecture from you or worse be forced to give in to what you wanted. So John knew he had to be firm and not let you get anymore clever ideas in that pretty head of yours.

“Darling, it’s not something I’m going to compromise on. You just have to accept I-“

“Fuck that, no I don’t. I refuse to accept it and resent that you’re being like this about it.” Your words were coated in sugar as you gave John a playfully impertinent grin. Your tongue lightly bit between your teeth and embodying mischief.

“Like what?” John chuckled out, giving you a raised eyebrow look and trying to hide how he found you to be amusing. Normally if someone said that to him and was half as cheeky as you he’d have some choice words.

“Grumpy, a grinch. You’re the grinch if you don’t let Soap come for at least Christmas breakfast.” You told John adamantly and he looked slightly offended.

“That’s ridiculous-“ John was cut off as he hopped off the counter and took a step towards you, playfully squaring up to you.

“Daddy’s the grinch! DADDYS THE GRINCH!” Lily bellowed as she peaked her head around the doorway of the kitchen with a sweet smile. You knew she was in here now to tell you the movie was too scary.

“And if Lily says it you know it’s the truth.” You joked side stepping your husband and backing away slowly.

Without warning you snatched John’s phone off the kitchen island and created distance by sprinting to the other side of the island. With wide eyes John brought his right hand up, arm bent at the elbow, and pointed at you like he did when one of his children were about to do something naughty in front of him. He had the look that only dads possessed that could get their children to behave with only a sharp glance; but it never worked on you.

“Don’t you dare.” John was warning you but he knew you were bold enough to ignore the threat. Lily was now standing closer to you both and looking between you two. She was silently wondering if you were brave enough to ignore her daddy when he looked so scary.

“Hey, Siri. Call Soap.” You spoke into the microphone of John’s phone. The robotic voice answered back a second later.

“Calling: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish.”

“Y/N!” John barked and lunged toward you only for you so scoot around the kitchen island out of reach. You felt blessed Soap picked up on the second ring.

“Captain, what can I do for ya.” Soap sounded chipper to be getting a phone call from John.

“Soap!” Your voice was high pitched as John almost caught hold of you as you two circled the kitchen island. The two of you were playing cat and mouse and Lily was giggling watching her father chase you around the kitchen for his phone back.

“Ma’am?” Soap was clearly confused for you to be the one calling him.

“Yes! I, I mean we wanted to invite you over for Christmas tomorrow.” You stuck your finger in John’s face as a warning not to mess with you. Internally he was starting to get annoyed that when he did the same you ignored him but now he was expected to listen.

“I- uh. Yes, that would be wonderful.” John’s eyes glanced to his phone and was relieved you at least kept it on speaker for him to also hear.

“Is anyone else there?” You asked a giant grin forming on your face as John gave in to you but pouted nonetheless.

“No, it’s just me.” There was a hint of a smile to Soaps words and it made your heart soar to know you’d be brightening up his holidays.

“John will text you our address.” Looking at your husband who was now sitting in one of the bar stools he only glared at you.

“Should I bring anything?” Soap asked a bit awkwardly.

“Just yourself. Well, we’re all excited to have you over. See you tomorrow morning!” Before Soap could say thank you or ask what time to come over you hung up.

You looked proud of yourself and with Lily now hugging John by his leg he began to lighten up. You did things like this because you were a trouble maker who was fearless of the consequences. Lily was the opposite and would never give John this kind of trouble and his heart lightened a bit seeing the upsides to having a shy daughter and finding your antics amusing at the same time.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” John was trying to hide his smile. It was impossible for him to not find, you, an invasive species that took over his heart, beautiful. God, you were the most beautiful person to walk this earth inside and out. Even going against John it was your effort of bringing someone else the love you were able to offer up so easily. It was intoxicating how you cared for people on the boundaries of your life and especially the ones that meant the world to John, even if he pretended like they didn’t.

“Really? You don’t seem upset.” You smiled handing John his phone back.

“No, but I’m starting to think you’re getting out of hand.” John flirted in a joking tone. It was innocent enough Lily wouldn’t understand John’s charm.

“Oooooo! Mummy gets in trouble too! Evie, mummy’s in trouble come watch!” Lily called from her spot, hand gripping John’s pants and then looking at you with a goofy grin.

“Oi, cool it. We’re only joking.” John shot Lily a look as if to tell her to hush.

“Mum you’re in trouble?” Evelyns head peaked around the corner to look at you, John, and Lily who was still hugging John’s leg.

“No, she’s not. Now clear out.” John laughed out the words and waved his daughters away.

“Can I play in my room, please? The movies too scary.” Lily stopped at the doorway of the kitchen and you shook your head yes. Your daughters were quick to leave, giggles floating through the air.

You were laughing to yourself and slipping your arms around John’s v-shaped waist, forehead resting against his toned chest. Sliding closer you hugged your husband lightly and grinned wider as you heard your daughter’s feet pad against the floor as they retreated into the living room.

“You’re going to punish me, right?” You flirted, a coy giggle leaving you as John grabbed your ass with both hands.

“Oh absolutely.”

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“Suds!!!” Evelyn cheered as she threw the back door open.

“Suds? Didn’t daddy say Rope?” Lily looked at Evelyn confused and then as soon as she made eye contact with Soap retreated into the house her shyness kicking in.

“Soap, dad said Soap.” Jj corrected as he approached the back door and waved to Johnny.

“Like that makes anymore sense.” Lily quipped before running to you and hiding her face in your leggings.

“Merry Christmas!” Jj smiled to Soap and shook his much larger hand as Johnny came through the back door.

“You’re looking more and more like Cap. Happy Christmas.” Soap leaned down and handed the tin of cookies he brought to Jj. Jj’s eyes went wide seeing how large the shiny blue tin was and then immediately turned to Evelyn who was calling dibs on certain ones. The two of them both agreeing the ones with sprinkles would be Lily’s.

“Johnny, it so nice to have you. Merry Christmas!” You turned to see Soap entering your home through the back door.

He was dressed in light jeans, brown boots, and a dark green festive sweater with ornate white and red argyle patterns. His Mohawk looked as if it had been freshly shaved along with his face. The most noticeable thing about him was the new scar that ran from the top of his eyebrow and down to the top of his cheek. John hadn’t mentioned anything about something so noticeable but you chalked it up to him keeping quiet about his men’s health.

“Indy, thanks for havin’ me.” Soap smiled and held up the expensive bottle of scotch he’d brought. It just occurred to him that it wasn’t even noon yet and he was offering you alcohol.

“You know it might be early for me but John will absolutely want a glass right now with how wild the kids are being.” You joked but Soap could see by the look in your eyes you meant it.

It had been a battle after opening presents to get your children to help you and John shovel outside. There were tears and claims that you two were the meanest parents ever. Through the complaints you wondered where Lily wandered off to and found her by the back door in her snow suit with her boots on the wrong feet. She was smiling brightly and asking if someone could teach her how to make a snow ball. You realized in that moment Lily hadn’t remembered any other time she saw snow and was excited to get out there and enjoy it.

“Ah, you little tykes getting out of hand?” Soap politely laughed and cast his eyes down at Lily who was hiding her face.

She reminded him of his niece in this moment with how shy she was being. When Soap thought of John’s children he assumed they were all self assured and boisterous like Evelyn and Jj. It was amusing to think the confident Captain Price had a painfully shy youngest daughter.

“Of course we are Suds. Dad said we’re lucky cuz we would’ve gotten coal ‘for not behaving properly.’” Evelyn deepened her voice and parroted Johns words back to you all. Then sticking her tongue out, cleary unamused by her father being strict.

“Oi, what did I say about being cheeky.” John’s gruff voice carried down the hall but Evelyn wasn’t phased. Turning to Soap she narrowed her eyes, popped her hip out to the side and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Does he bark at you like that too?” Your snarky little girl asked Soap. Using her thumb to point behind her where John was walking down the hallway.

“Worse. You keep it up and I think he’ll bark at you like he does me. Cap’ doesn’t fu-“ Soap caught eye with John’s and quickly corrected himself.

“Play around.” Soap finished.

“Nice of you to join us Soap.” John’s voice was gravely but you could see he was legitimately happy to have one of his soldiers here for the holiday.

“Pleasure being here, sir.” Johnny shook his Captains hand firmly and passed him the bottle of scotch.

“You know Jj and Evie but I don’t think you’ve gotten the chance to meet Lily since she was a baby. Lily, say hello.” John looked over to his youngest daughter who was now completely behind you and avoiding meeting a new person like the plague.

“Lily.” John warned.

“Uh-uh.” Lily’s voice was soft as you tried to move to the side only for her to cling to you.

“That’s not polite. Say hello.” John pushed a little firmer this time. You gave John a pleading look to drop it. Clearly Lily had made up her mind and you thought it was okay for her to not say hello. If she was forced, it would only result in tears.

“It’s alright. She’ll warm up.” Soap gave John a nod but could see his Captain didn’t appreciate his daughter ignoring his order. Leaning in Soap whispered something John wasn’t expecting.

“My niece is the same way. It’ll only get worse if you force her.” Soap patted John on the back roughly.

John could only hum a bit annoyed. He knew Soap wasn’t a father so to be getting advice from someone without children didn’t hold much weight to him. Thats when Lily began to sniffle and when John turned to look you had your four year old in your arms and were whispering sweet words to her. If Soap wasn’t here John would tell you that you were coddling Lily and asks you to stop.

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“If you land on that one you have to go all the way baaack. . . Here.” Soap ran his finger down the cartoon slide to where the figurine would end up. Then when he saw no initiative to move the piece he placed it where it belonged; two spaces away from his own.

Christmas brunch had been eaten hours ago and you were in the kitchen getting dinner ready. John and Soap had smoked a cigars and shared a few drinks. They chatted about work and Soap expressed how greatful he was to be invited over since going back to Scotland for the holidays wasn’t an option. Soap was also interested in meeting John’s family since they would be coming over any minute now.

Now Soap found himself sitting on your couch playing chutes and ladders with Evelyn. Jj was fiddling around with the rubix cube John got him and watching a video of some guy solving it with a blind fold. Lily was curled up on the couch watching the Christmas movie you put on and had been glancing over at the board game. John had disappeared to the basement to fix the water heater because you complained the hot water wasn’t working.

“Mum doesn’t make me follow the rules.” Evelyn looked at Soap as if he should know this. She picked up her piece and placed it back where she was and gave Soap a look as if she was daring him to move her piece again.

“Does your dad let you?” Soap asked a grin begining to form on his face. He was starting to realize what John meant when he told him to not let Evelyn boss him around.

“No, that’s why I don’t play board games with him.” Evelyn sighed and started to get up off the floor.

Soap instantly felt as if he’d done something wrong as she moved on to go play with one of her new presents. Before Soap could ask her if she was sure she didn’t want to play anymore the sound of the plastic figurine sliding across the board caught his attention.

Lily was kneeling on the ground where Evelyn had just been and used the coffee table to hide most of her herself. Only her saphire eyes were visible from across the coffee table. The four year old had moved Evelyn’s piece to where it truly belonged and then shyly slid the spinner over to Soap for him to take his turn.

“Ah, so you like playing by the rules.” Soap quirked an eyebrow at the messy haired girl, her brown locks staticky from her sweater.

The question was not verbally answered but Lily slowly shook her head up and down. Soap and her stayed silent as they took turns, the two of them abiding by the rules. Lily was slowly sitting up more and more until finally she had her elbows resting on the coffee table no longer hiding away.

“How’d you get that scar?” Lily’s question was so quiet Soap barely heard her. She was staring intently at him, her cheeks rosy and face expressionless.

“Didn’t hear you lass. What’d you say?” The tone of Soaps deep voice was soft and gentle. He was doing everything to coax the shy girl out of her shell and being kind was the best way he knew how to. Lily didn’t respond verbally but pointed at her own eye as a way to signal her question.

“Ah, this.” Soap pointed to the scar and Lily quickly shook her head up and down a smile with no teeth spreading across her face.

“Well, if I’m honest I don’t really remember.” It was a lie but Soap didn’t think it was appropriate to tell that story to any of your children. Lily sighed a bit and counted how many spaces she needed to get to a ladder.

“You’re lying.” Lily said nonchalantly as she spun for her turn and then moved her piece accordingly.

“What makes you say that?” Soap scoffed and had to keep his jaw from dropping open at her response. Looking Soap straight in the face Lily took two fingers, pointed to her own eyes as if to tell him that how she knew.

“You have liar eyes.” Lily spoke softly.

“Liar eyes?” Soap questioned.

Checking over her shoulder Lily made sure that her siblings weren’t listening. Jj and Evelyn were to engrossed in their own activities to notice.

“Jj gets liar eyes when he tells mummy he’s doing good in maths. And daddy gets liar eyes when he says he’ll be safe at work.” Lily took one of her small hands and pressed it to her cheek so her voice wouldn’t carry in the direction of her older siblings.

Soap took a second to respond. He was in shock to hear how a four year old could be so perceptive of Captain John Price. That even at this young age she saw through the facade of John trying to make it seem like his job was safe and he’d be okay. It made something in his chest ache, a twinge of guilt lighting up his spine. It had Soap wondering how guilt ridden John must feel and how scary it was for his children.

“And your mum and Evie?” Soap asked softly not yet taking his turn.

“I can’t tell what their liar eyes look like. Daddy says it’s because they have poke faces.” Lily pushed the spinner at Soap, beckoning him to go.

“Do you mean poker faces?” He asked, silently listening to the young girl.

“Yeah, what’s poker face anyway?” The question had Soap snickering. She really was a cute kid and the spitting image of John.

“It’s just poker and it’s a card game that adults lose money at.” It was a quick explanation that he tried to keep age appropriate.

“Do you play poke-r” Lily asked. A triumphant smile spreading across her face as she placed her piece on spot 100.

“Not usually. Your mums thrashed me at the game last time I played with her.” Soap laughed and then gave the blues eyed girl a high five for winning.

“Silly mummy.” Lily giggled.

“Wanna play again?” Soap asked and Lily was already moving the pieces back to the start.

John was just exiting the basement when he caught sight of you giving the mashed potato’s a taste. With a bright smile you waved him over to try which John ended up taking a massive bite of. With a sensual kiss and light pinch to your bum John made his way to go rescue Soap from having to hang around the kids.

Walking to the living room doorway John froze in his spot. His shy little girl was giggling and chatting away with Soap as they played a board game together. They were talking about different games they could play with a deck of cards and Lily had just asked if they could play go fish later. Slowly John backed away and fast walked down the hallway.

“Darling, come look.” John whispered and waved for you to follow. Quickly you made your way out of the kitchen and started to walk down the hall with your husband.

“What happened?” You asked softly not sure why John was being so hush hush.

“Look.” John said the word breathlessly into your ear and your eyes widened in surprise.

Lily had come out of her shell to some degree and was happily spending time with Soap.

Your heart fluttered and you felt your cheeks warm just a bit. Lily was so cute in her black and white sweater with a reindeer on the front. Her straight brown hair flowing in the air from the static it caused. You saw how she was starting to warm up and wondered if she’d be her silly, snarky self by the end of the night.

“You proud of her?” You looked up at John and could see the deepest of love swimming in his light blue eyes.

“Proud doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling.” Johns voice lacked its normal gruffness and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tugged you into his chest. You chuckled out a huff of a small laugh and rested your head against your husbands firm chest and gazed with him at your youngest daughter.

“Merry Christmas John.” Looking up you could see John was still admiring Lily’s huge accomplishment. After a moment he looked down at you and his sweet smile became wider as he stared into the love of his life’s gorgeous eyes.

“Thank you, you’ve given me the three most precious gifts I could ever ask for.” John’s whispered words were warm against the skin of your cheek as he placed a loving kiss there soon after.

Soap smiled to himself having caught a glimpse of his Captains soft side with you securely in John’s arms. Maybe Soap too could have a life like this, or maybe in another life.

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104 Degrees (M.H)

Summary: Meet-cute with Matty, loosely based on "104 Degrees" by Slaughter Beach, Dog.

Word Count: 667

Warnings: This is disgustingly cute, my teeth are rooting from the sheer amount of sweetness.

Author's note: I haven't written in a long time, so bear with me. If you have any requests for blurbs or imagines, send an ask! I would love to write more for Matty. :)

It was the first day of summer in London. The midday sun was blazing down, distinct shadows of each tree cast down upon the bustling streets.

Matty was sweating, the sun beating down and the lack of water didn't help in any way. Maybe a trip to the bookstore in this unbearable summer heat wasn't a smart choice in hindsight, atleast so he thought.

He stepped out of the small boutique, a bag filled with books in his hand. Beads of sweat were forming on his hairline and even in his linen shirt, he felt clammy. Looking through the crowd, he observed each and every one of the passersby.

Families with their children, sticky ice-cream-covered hands gripping at their parents'.

Groups of teens going on shopping sprees, clad in the hippest clothes and iced coffees in their clasp.

Oh.

His eyes suddenly landed on something, or rather someone. There she was, sitting alone on a bench just outside of his go-to café. The swarm of people simply blending into one mixture behind her, leaving only her figure in focus.

A book in hand, which he promptly recognized to be Murakami's "Kafka on the Shore", and a pair of deeply tinted shades sat on her nose.

He knew it sounded cheesy, even cringing at his own internal thoughts at that second, but he was taken, completely and utterly enthralled.

He watched as her hands reached up to tie her hair, how the sweat stuck to each strand at the back of her neck.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there, but he was abruptly pulled out of his trance when her gaze lifted to look at him. His unbelieving stare reflected in her dark set of sunglasses.

She smiled at him.

His brain short-circuited. Good God, what was he doing! Smile back, you idiot!

He grinned, after an embarassingly long second, and lifted his hand up to wave at the woman. The next thing he heard was a crash.

Oh no...

His books went tumbling down onto the pavement and right at that moment, he wanted to be swallowed whole. Change his name and forever disappear, preferably to somewhere a bit colder.

He quickly reached down to collect his clumsy mess, hastily shoving it into his totebag in hopes of her not having seen his little accident.

He reached to grab ahold of his last book, ironically another work of Murakami's: The Wind-Up Bird. His hand instantaneously covered by a foreign one, trying to help him by picking up the last piece.

"Thank you..." he spoke softly to the stranger and smiled looking up. He was met with his own reflection yet again, which slowly disappeared as the stranger lifted up her shades, revealing her glimmering eyes.

"You're welome," she said in an amused tone, clearly having seen his antics.

Matty's face turned beet-red. This couldn't get any worse, could it?

"Uhm," he started trying to piece together a coherent sentence. Why was he like this! His usual, overly-confident self was gone, off on holiday and never to be seen again.

"Nice choice," she stopped his blubbering and handed him the book.

"Yeah... One of my friends recommended it to me," he spoke out nervously, reaching up to adjust his curls.

"Thanks again, for helping me and all," he chuckled out softly.

She hummed in response, grinning up at him and opening her mouth to respond, just to be cut off by the overly-eager man.

"Do you want to get something to drink? So I can pay you back for your kindness y'know," Matty offered hastily, beaming at the woman he had yet to know the name of.

Overtaken by his sudden confidence, the woman beamed back at him. Internally, she was going crazy. The minute she saw him step out of her favourite bookstore, she knew she was done for. The way his curls feel onto his forehead, how the light linen shirt contrasted his dark tattoos.

Oh God. She was entranced.

"I would love to."