#he just fucking blushes and grins while putting the coat back on like he won the lottery

[savage-rhi]

😭😂

[bitchlessdino]

Reckless (m)

Pairing: adult actor!mingyu x pervert afab!reader Genre: smut Word count: 4.8k tags: camboy!mingyu, established friendship, banter, brat!reader, glass toys, invasion of privacy, rough play, anal, double penetration, degradation (pervert, slut), choking, spanking, spitting, oral (giving and receiving), swallowing, hair pulling, deep throating Summary: Mingyu is a camboy and proud of it, as he should. Finally, he's getting the applause he deserves for his work and will be attending one of the biggest adult industry events to date. He just needs you to watch over while his house while he's gone. Easy enough, right? Unbeknownst to him, you happened to be a fan. A big one. One so big that you cant help but take advantage what Mingyu fans have only ever dreamed of. author note: finally the awaited winner, camboy!mingyu! still so crazy he won over multiple reverse harems on the poll. tagging my wife @wongyuseokie because it's her birthday and deserves to wake up with some NASTY mingyu smut. thank you @highvern for beta-reading to better this fic and like both of us are saying, mingyu is a fucking freakkk in this so enjoy my babies.

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You have only seen the room in passing personally, but countless times over video. You’re not even shocked by the dozens of expensive toys he’s put in those glass displays, so used to seeing them enter a human orifice one way or the other. The burly man bashfully guides you away from the scandalous room, skillfully diverting your attention to the lush foliage he's entrusted you to tend to, a gentle blush adorning his warm-toned cheeks.

How you keep the fact that you have been secretly watching your friend’s cam shows–including the charity stream of him doing push ups in a singular pair of skintight briefs–was a mystery, even to you. 

It’s not like you meant to get addicted to porn. But Mingyu, unapologetic about his line of work, practically served it up on a silver platter for you. He says he could use all the help he could get, but frankly, he couldn’t have it more easy. 

With that body, that hair, that face, that smile, there’s no doubt in your mind he’d be a fan favorite and you were right. He’s now one of the rising adult content creators in his line of work, heavily acclaimed in the cam category and recently in independent film. That’s what his trip is about, awarding him for his hard work that he never thought he’d accomplish.

It fills you with pride, yet piques your curiosity; fusing platonic and sensual feelings that blur the lines between friendship and desire for Mingyu, actualizing this full fledged crush. But you’d never let him find that out. Not unless it was against your will.

“And that’s pretty much it. Everything else is pretty self-explanatory. I’ll be back on Tuesday.”

“Tuesday, hmm?” Your eyebrows bounce in place suggestively. “Thinking of pursuing personal projects while working?”

He shrugs like a timid schoolboy, cheekbones pigmented and perky like bright ripe cherries. “No promises—Now, repeat back to me everything I’ve told you to do.”

You playfully roll your eyes, offended he had the gall to doubt you. “Water each green buddy once a day; keep crumbs off tables, counters, furniture, etc; put everything back where it should be; and,” you start to grin, “no sex parties, even though this is the perfect place for it.”

“Okay, that last one was obviously a joke but very much serious. Although tempting, under any circumstances, do not fuck anyone in this house while I’m gone.”

“So circumstances would be different if you were home?”

Getting a shade brighter in red, he points a demanding finger at you like a stern mother, “I mean it.”

“Yes, mom,” sarcasm coating your tongue.

“Good.”

Mingyu, armed with a suitcase containing all his essentials, casually waves you off. There's a playful authority in the final point of his finger, a silent reminder to behave before he disappears behind the imposing door.

You promise him you’ll do your due diligence in taking care of his home, and that would be an easy enough task, the real problem stems from the temptation of one specific room. Mingyu’s cam room.

Distinct from the usual rooms such as the bathroom, Mingyu's kitchen, and his primary bedroom, this space stands alone, akin to an office. Mingyu himself has shared its origin story: starting from the sweetest of riddances of a god-awful roommate, followed by many desperate nights to cover the remaining monthly rent, ultimately giving birth to this room that many of his fans like to call ‘Sinner’s Safehaven.’ So rightfully acclaimed.

You’re a fan of yourself, able to outline the bedroom from memory and recollect every toy from every live stream he’s ever posted. Unable to resist the temptation, your feet instinctively embark on a self-guided tour. Your eyes are bewitched by the intricacies of every weapon of pleasure, every scent of his array of miscellaneous liquids, every phallic-shaped object that stands tall and mighty like a national monument.

It’d be a lie to say you weren’t tempted to take advantage of the opportunity, maybe just to get the sick idea out of the way. Your hands manage to find a mind of their own, reaching over to unlock one of the glass displays, wrapping your hand around the object’s girth, and taking it out from its confinement for a closer view.

A stunning crystal toy that reflects off the lights of the room, looking in pristine condition as if fresh from packaging. If Mingyu is good at one thing it’s maintaining his tools, and he does not let anyone forget.

Ever since he showcased it on screen, you've desired to covet one just like it, inducing a late-night web surf to discover the outrageous out-of-reach prices for a product of such exceptional quality and aesthetic appeal. It does not look to be in the cards for you to own one, but borrowing wouldn’t be a problem. He did say everything only needed to be put back in place and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Following the devilish voice whispering in your ear, you slip into something more comfortable, letting the well-conditioned air blow a draft against your bare legs. You hold the toy excitedly before dipping your weight in the bed, the silk sheets and pillowy cushion embracing you at all sides.

The knowledge that the infamous crystal dildo is in your hand makes your heart pound and pussy throb. You can count all the videos of it being featured with one hand, and despite it all, you know it had to be Mingyu's favorite. 

One particular video comes to mind as you hold the tip against your inner thigh, moving it identical to the way Mingyu held it against him, realizing they are coincidentally the same length, same girth, and same tantalizing presence. You practically dreamed of having him and this toy inside of you for months after that show and now half of that dream would be possible.

Your fingers didn’t have to be inside you to know you’re wet, practically soaked through your panties the moment you laid eyes of Mingyu and his sex room. Fuck, if you aren’t so damn ashamed of the truth of your feelings, you’d never let him out of your sight. 

A long note of your moan exhales as you insert the tip between your wet folds, introducing the strangest yet arousing thing to be done to you. It’s certainly big as you expect it to be, maybe even more as you plunge it in deeper. Affirmations exit your lips in short bursts, your other hand up your shirt as they tease your nipples through your bra.

Your legs crutch in reaction to its ridged shape massaging your walls, then the cool hard surface finds that familiar hotspot, unfortunately only halfway down its length. Your cheeks flush imagining Mingyu’s face, imagining the words to come out of those lips if it were his cock.

‘Already? I haven’t even put it all in yet.’

It fuels your determination, deadset in taking all of it—all of him.

‘You can do it, can't you? You can take my cock for me?’

Somewhere, lost in the contagious air of sex and starvation, your mind runs rampant. Your hips buck into the crystal, letting it settle inside you all the way before you thrust it harder. You hiss at its size, expelling a moan once you no longer feel its shaft around your fingers and just take it, take it as if it a canine smile were on the other end.

‘So good…so good at taking all of my cock.’

“I am being good,” you mumble under your breath. “So good...”

Your whimpers go unnoticed by you, only worried of the dildo carrying on its mission. Sensation running down your legs and arms, and your hips hover over the mattress. Your back arches and you spell his name out in the only way the body fully intends you to: in longing breaths, “Mingyu…please…”

‘What? What is it?’

You groan at the image of his smile. “Let me cum please…”

‘Do you deserve it?’

“Yes, Gyu, please…” You thrust faster. “Oh my god—“

‘Yes, that’s it. That pretty pussy should cum all over my hard fucking cock.’

“Yes, yes!” Your arousal seeps all around you, a visible stain beneath your thighs and you don’t care. “God, right there! Right there—“

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Then it becomes no longer your imagination. The voice you’ve created in your mind had an echo, lingering in the depths of your filth rotted head, but the one you just heard had to be the original.

You scramble to hide under the sheets, eyes as big as saucers as the man of your fantasy stands clear in your reality at the foot of his bedroom. “M-Mingyu. The train.”

“I forgot some things. Couldn’t leave without them, so I told the driver to turn back.” He peers over your situation, intrigued by your legs folded on top of one another beneath the covers, the proof trepidation of your forehead, and your lips swollen from instinctive biting. “What do we have here?”

You laugh nervously, unprepared for the shitshow soon to arise. “I see how this looks—“

“Looks like you’ve had a bit of fun.” He huffs with his arms crossed as he approaches, the human made stain plain in sight on his bed sheets which you’ve fail to cover up. “Too much maybe. And all by yourself.”

“Well, you see—“

“And the mess you made.” His hand pushes against the mattress, leaning over to your side and drinking in your view. “All over my bed. All over my Crystal dildo.”

You avoid his gaze, wishing to disappear in a cloud of smoke right about now. “Okay. You can understand how this would bother you.”

“Oh I’m not bothered by it—not in the slightest—but…you could’ve at least waited until I came back.”

Mingyu pulls the sheets off of you and he exposes your guilt, seeing it in its raw, glistening glory. His eyes scan over you, swallowing at that scent revealed, and a fire lights up in his stomach. “Dirty little pervert can’t stop saying my name while using my toy, hmm? Don’t you know better to touch things that don’t belong to you?”

“I…I…I’m sorry,” You squeak.

“Well, I can’t just let this go now, can I?”

You shake your head, breathing through your nose. You’re scared of him hearing how fast your heart has decided to pound, how wet you’ve become well after your orgasm, and how dry your throat is after you heard him call you a pervert. 

Wordlessly, he takes the glass dildo from your fingertips, claiming what’s rightfully his, and plunging between his lips halfway down its shaft. Your eyes capture it in full color, reveling in the moan that slips past his lips. Your chest rises and falls watching him take it deeper almost effortlessly as his slack cladded knees dip into the mattress. 

“Mmh…who knew a pervert’s pussy could taste so sweet,” he mumbles, smiling into the toy. It leaves his mouth with a pop before it aims back at you. “Taste it. Taste how sweet your dirty pussy is all over my cock.”

Your stomach coils, reluctantly obliging to crack open your mouth. Mingyu hums, content with what he sees as he eases the toy towards your mouth. “Don’t be shy. Take my crystal cock, perv.”

Your lips wrap around the head, tasting the salty, faintly sweet, flavor lingering on the glass before it travels past your lips.You look back at him, almost as if waiting for his instruction, and receive a stroke on the back of your head as a response. 

“That’s it. Let it go deep down your throat. Have to make up for ruining my bed, right?”

You nod, unable to speak as you bob down, licking up what you can and collecting every inch of the toy. His eyes become a dark pit that stares back at you, dominance taking over his entire presence. He doesn’t speak, only watches and for what feels like forever, pushing the toy in and out of your mouth.

Your muffle around its girth, tears starting to brim your eyes as it hits the back of your throat, but it doesn’t falter Mingyu in the slightest.

"You're crying. Does it hurt?" Mingyu asks in a domineering tone, to which you nod. "Do you want me to stop?" he inquires, to which you shake your head.

His lips graze your ear, and you sense his charming smile whispering against your skin as he replaces the imaginary devilish voice with his very real and alluring one. “Then deep throat it like you mean it, you fucking slut.”

Your lips parted wider, a shattered moan aches out, only to have the toy stuck down your throat long enough for your tears to sting. Gasping for air, Mingyu finally shows mercy and unplug your airways. Coughing uncontrollably, salvia dribbles down your chin as you retrieve your stolen oxygen. His hand tenderly caresses at the back of your head, threading through the tangles of your hair.

“Good job,” he says in a hushed voice, picking your face up by your chin. “Now. Do you think that was an appropriate punishment?”

He tucks your hair behind your ear, lethally silent as he anticipates your response.

It takes you a moment to realize where you are, who you're with, and what this all meant for you. Mingyu’s cam persona has haunted your inner thoughts, degrading you as if you were scum, tossing your body like a rag doll, marking and bruising your skin only he would find, and you relished in every earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm it’s caused. You’d be a fool to say otherwise.

“N-no. It’s not enough.”

“Is that so,” He questions amused. Slowly, his hand travels from your hair to your face, tracing your jaw in a languid movement and coming across your neck to size it in his large hand. “What will be enough for you exactly?”

The pad of his fingers presses the slightest amount of pressure on the column of your neck, emerging a gasp so soft Mingyu almost doesn't register it. He grins, hot breath fanning your face as he watches your legs squirm. It comes as a surprise to you when he single-handedly pins your body against the bed frame, leveraging you against it before he comes down and faces your pussy drowning its own cum. 

“I should at least have compensation done for the damage you’ve made, don’t you think?”

He grips your neck a fraction tighter before you feel his mouth make contact with your core. Physically vibrating, you feel the sensation of his tongue flicking at your clit, and visibly melt before he explores down. “You’re so fucking wet,” he chuckles condescendingly through your arousal. “If I knew any better I’d think you’re wet because of me, as if the screaming of my name wasn’t proof enough.”

“Mingyu...” you whine through your ceased breath.

“And you sound so pretty when you say my name too,” He groans as inhales your scent that blurs his surroundings, devouring you inside and out. “Fucking tease…taste so damn good.”

Mingyu’s chokehold loosens to cascade down your body, fingers moving like ribbons tracing your shape and memorizing every bump and curve through the thin layer of your shirt. Your voice gives out, clenching your fists as he explores you in swirls, moisture seeping out of your cunt but never ending and leaving you in an endless loop of pleasure.

He holds you up by your legs, your thighs crushing either side of his face as he buries himself in your insatiable pussy while its dripping down his chin and neck. He groans inside you, mustering every impish sound possible as he eats you clean, not minding how you’re at the end of your wits locking his head in place.

“G-gyu, shit,” you sputter. “I’m c-close.”

He simply scoffs, “Good,” plunging his tongue deeper, nose pushing against your swollen clit. Words stay lodged down your throat, trapped from escaping as you writhe in his grip and he swallows the taste of you succumbing to his control. You aren’t aware of the eyes watching every second of you give in, how they beam with pride and greed as he goes for more. The notes of fruit and musk only makes Mingyu’s craving intensify, unwilling to surrender the sweet nectar once he’s gotten his taste. 

With a yelp, he drops your legs and tugs you toward him, rendering you defenseless as he's clamped either of your side. You drink in his body towering over you as he swiftly pulls his shirt over his head and off his body, bestowing you a deific image that you never grow tired of.

“Shall I help you undress?” He offers, kindly for once.

You drop your head in a reluctant nod and your heart swells at the sight of his smile before they capture your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

Mingyu’s movement isn’t needy, it’s efficient and effective. Salty peppermint kisses and hands that move gingerly with ease culminate proof of a man that has countless amounts of partners and endless experience. Almost as if he’s ready for any and every given opportunity and you more than believe it.

Seeing as he knows how to handle himself, undoubtedly that meant he’d know how to handle you. That rouses you, anticipation resonating in the pit of your stomach, and like that, you’ve embraced your nudity just as Mingyu has in the safety of his firm arms.

He manages to kick off his pants, freeing him of the restraint of fabric and his hips dip into yours. And again and again. And again and again. Just to show you what you’ve created in your messy experiment. 

If you weren’t already hot under his touch, you swear the room was hotter than any vast desert. Perspiration sprayed against your back, your forehead, your chest, but strangely you’re obsessed with his and the incidentally salty taste of his skin as you kiss. “You feel huge,” you mutter in a flustered breath. 

His cock pulsates through his briefs against your thigh, screaming to join the party and make himself known in ways he hasn’t shown yet. Not yet with you. He smiles against your lips, grasping your hips more firmly. More definitely. “It’s too soon to be saying that.”

“Then…” Your fingers, tantalized by the appearance of his styled hair, didn’t resist the urge to comb through it, pleasantly surprised with the silky, pliable sensation. “I hope I get to soon.”

“Pervert,” he repeats with a grin. His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling it away from his head and landing on the hem of his underwear. Mingyu is good at getting back on track as he immediately pulls his waistband away from torso, springing his cock that stands in your direction in determination. A familiar yet foreign sight that you never expected to be on the other end of. “By the way, don’t forget. You’re making it up to me. Not the other way around.”

Naturally, your hand finds the ridged texture of his shaft. “Yes, of course.” You feel it twitch under his touch, growing as a nail trails up a singular vein. “But I never said I’d make that easy.”

“Really? A sentence where ‘you’ and ‘easy’ just seems to fit.”

You sneer at him, calming down after seeing an amicable jab you’re used to. “You’re one to talk.”

“And I won’t be done talking. On your knees,” He demands.

“Or what?”

Mingyu isn’t new to your taunting but he can't help the steam coming out of his ears this time around. Gathering your weight, he swiftly turns you on your stomach and props you up as his cock settles between the cheeks of your ass. “I’ll do things like that. I’m patient until I’m not. Not when it comes to perverted brats like you.”

You voluntarily moan as you back into him, allowing the cock to slide up and down. “I’d like to see it. Unless you’re all talk.”

A familiar coolness of glass finds itself home in your sopping cunt. You mewl at the sensation, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. The side of your head braces for the bed and letting the toy suction your pussy, buzzing . “Fuck…”

“Spoke to soon, didn’t you?”

“Have—fuck—mercy…” Your words speak like pleads but your body could not be more delightful in taking every inch, adjusting from the backside in record time.

“See? Look at you take all that cock,” he spits in the smack center, rubbing around your rim and pussy thoroughly. “And knowing you and our conversations, I know you can take it well somewhere else. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-you wouldn’t…”

“I can. Unless…that’s not what you want. Unless you want me to leave this room without putting my cock in you and not fuck you like the dirty fucking slut you are.”

“Fuck…you…” The glass vanished through you, reappearing at Mingyu's will, muffling your protests, and swallowing the glass dildo satisfyingly from your cunt. The bedsheets become balls in your hand, wrinkled and worn, just as you planned to be after Mingyu is through with you.

“That’s not an answer.” He teases, thrusting faster.

“Shit…fuck…Yes please fuck, I want it. I want more. Please…”

“Excited are you, pervert?” He inquires, managing to grab the lube from a nearby drawer and squirt it on the ring of your hole. The bite of the cool gel stings in a way that’s familiar, but does not grow any easier as it physically and mentally preparing you.

“You…suck…Kim Mingyu…”

“I’ve already done that already, perv.”

Taking the crystal dildo out of your pussy, he carefully sets it aside, prepping your untouched hole for entry and feeling you clenched around his fingers. “So tight. What? Did you lie and you’re actually an anal virgin.”

“I’m not,” you moan in defense, hearing the erotic squelching burns your ears and makes your already hot skin scorching to the touch. His fingers are tolerable, but still bigger you’re used to and it’s more apparent as he inserts another finger. “I just never had anything that big. Nothing your size.”

“I’m honored.”

You hope that his cock could fuck you the way his fingers does, if not then better, already buzzing at the pace they move inside you, stretching you wider and wider.

“F-fuck off.”

“Not yet. It’s coming.” You feel the head of the dildo perk up your rim as it eases in you, the drip of lube between your cheeks drowning your hole and all the moisture it could ask for. Still, Mingyu is careful to adjust to your preference, opening you up and seeing how the toy slowly destroys you inside and out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your hands slam against the bed, allowing the gradual introduction to take over all your senses. 

“You’re taking the cock so well up your ass, fuck. I haven’t seen anyone do that yet. Remember you talking about it, made curious if you actually could.”

“I don’t lie…about stuff…like that…” you spread your ass, offering the perfectly lewd view for Mingyu, practically dripping all for him.

“Shit, I need to be inside you.”

He rolls a condom on his length, tossing the wrapper where he doesn’t see it and teases your slit moist in your cum. In the midst of it, you feel the tip of his cock rubbing your clit, and your whine ensue as you wait for more, not properly being used to the full advantage. Mingyu laughs to himself, seeing how desperate you look, reveling in the sounds that leave your body as it fuels his cock before he plunges inside you.It's an indescribable sensation, almost sacrilegious in its intensity, yet it leaves you convinced that Heaven must reside wherever Mingyu is.

You thought you knew the meaning of being spit open until it’s Mingyu reintroducing the idea. His cock and toy planted  so deep inside you, fucking both of your holes until you’re rendered into like what he calls you, a perverted little slut. You don't mind in the slightest; in fact, when the thoughts swirling through your mind are nothing but incoherent, you're utterly indifferent to anything else. Your state of matter was to be fucked, double fucked, and fucked to ruin until you’ve come over and over again.

“Stupid slut…stupid…perverted…fucking slut…Look at you…you like getting fucked in the pussy and ass, hmm?”

“Yes god yes,” you confirm, devoid of words otherwise.

He smacks you full against the cheek, groaning into the sex thicken air as he melts into your body like butter. “Yeah? How does it make you feel?”

“Full…”

“You like that?” Another smack to your ass. “Fucking pervert likes being fucked full. Big fucking surprise.”

His thrusts grow rough, already annoyed by the toy in his hands when he’s eager to plant both on your body and fill the full extent of your body. “God you’re hot,” he mumbles, “Why does a pervert like you get to be so hot, hmm?” He rams into you, feeling you jump back against him.

“Makes me want to fucking drain my cock in you, but no, I have—“ he slams again, a burst of ache living your lips, “—Work! God, I fucking needed this. I needed you and every inch before I needed to leave.”

You’d respond if you weren’t so occupied. He drowns your thoughts out every second he’s inside you, to the point nothing else exists.

“Shit, I have work,” Mingyu repeats as if dawning the thought for the first time. He lets go of the toy and manages to direct it with his thrusts, moving him and the toy into you at the same pace. You scream at him, shattered breaths taking over you, and his name is the only consistent, as you spread yourself wider to take it, left with only the base of the toy and the end of Mingyu’s shaft.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you whine incessantly, shaking and bucking into him until you cum all over his cock, undoubtedly flooding and dripping down the side of your legs.

But Mingyu takes his time and it tastes sweet than any candy, fucking your pussy and ass deeper, harder until his mind as gone as yours is. “Shit, shit, shit. Turn around and look at me.”

You do as told, dildo still in the pocket of your ass, as his cock is aimed at your lips, the condom abandoned just like its wrapper. His hands run in your hair, gripping from the root and he pushes you over the head of his cock, groaning as more pretty souvenir images for him to look back on. “Look at you. Good at taking cock there too?”

You nod, mumbling a confirmation before Mingyu penetrates deeper, noticing him lodged in you throat before bucking his hips in your mouth. “Then take it. Take all of my cum. Can’t leave another mess behind.”

Wide eyes of mischief look back at him, holding him by the back of his cock as you bob against him. He grips tighter to the back of his head, pulling and tugging as your hair become the size of his fists and you feel him hit the back of your throat. He now sees the white of your eyes, the flare of your nostrils, the quiver of jaw before it overwhelms him.

“Fuck, take it.” The load builds up to its full intensity, intoxicating him until theirs tears even in his eyes, the kind that supersedes one of joy. 

You hold his hips with both spreadhands, welcoming his release with closed eyes. You mouth gets flooded, blown up so full you’re close to choking, gagging from the contents dispersed in you.

“Take it,” Mingyu says fatigued. “You don’t have to swallow it, but take it.”

But you do swallow it, what you could anyway, and it’s inevitable that you’re a coughing mess when you unlatch from him, dribbling in a concoction of your bodily fluids and cum running along your torso, cunt, and legs.

“Okay,” Mingyu pants, “Now I really need to get to that train.”

You’re catching your breath as he cleans himself off with wet paper towels he had on hands, cleaning off the work of his cock but leaving the rest of him untouched. It’s fine, however, seeing as he glows with an air of lust, making him more charismatic than he normally did, and you’re brimming with pride knowing you’ve caused it. “I’m surprised you have that much energy off camera.”

“It helps, that it’s you.” He timidly admits, raising the temperature in your body. “And who said we’re off camera.” He points to the security camera at the corner of his room, reminding you too late that he’s used to using more than one camera to capture any and all angles. “I even forgot about it for a second.”

“Oh.”

“I can delete it if you want.”

“No it’s okay, but um….Send me a copy.”

[milazka]

not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

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summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking

last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.

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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose. 

“C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her. 

“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare. 

“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.

“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”

“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins. 

“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched. 

“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.

“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.

“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.

“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget. 

He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance. 

“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious. 

“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.

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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash. 

“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt. 

“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.

Crying is for the weak.

She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.

“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?” 

Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.

“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm. 

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?” 

“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well. 

“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?” 

He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.

“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.

“Show me.” 

“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.

“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,” 

“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine. 

“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.

Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.

“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties. 

“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds.  She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him. 

“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him. 

“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl. 

“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?” 

“Uh no, should I have?” 

“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.

“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?” 

“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question. 

“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.

He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye  before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.

“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.

At leats he know where the clit is.

"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.  

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.

He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.

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[oilivia]

“a dawn surprise” - w/ Akaashi

a/n: so i’m back (sort of) and this is the first smut fic i’ve written since jan, but finally inspiration struck and i really hope i haven’t lost my touch. no beta, smut after the cut and any feedback is much appreciated!

@azuritebunny, i’m dedicating this to you, thank you for sticking by me and for keeping reminding me how much i love writing - i really hope you’ll like this!  ♡ 

tw: somno (consensual), riding, oral (m receiving), creampie, quite wholesome overall

wording: 1.3k

Seeing Akaashi lying on his back, eyes closed and with a most innocent expression adorning his pretty features, you felt a string of desire pull at you until the only thought left on your mind was how much you’d love to see his face and expressions twist with lust. And how much you’d love to be the one responsible for it.

Crawling from your spot beside him in bed you lazily pulled the covers to take in the sight of your perfect boyfriend.

His shirt had ridden up exposing his abs to your hungry eyes. You couldn’t help the heavy breath that left your lips as your folds grew wetter imagining just how soft his skin would feel under your fingertips. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath and the way his already hard cock twitched when you lazily dragged a finger over the thin cloth of his boxers didn’t do much to help with your “issue”.

Grinning impishly, you remembered the conversation you had a few days back when you shared your kinks. The blush on Akaashi’s pretty face when he mentioned somno was just adorable. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he’d wake up with his cock down your throat or deep inside your tight cunt. 

Would he blush and moan your name? Would you feel him getting even harder? The thoughts kept racing through your mind as you reached for the hem of his boxers. Trying to move as softly as possible, your touches were light but lingered as you stroked his cock - you wouldn’t want him to wake up already and ruin his surprise. Akaashi’s cock  throbbed in your palm as pre leaked out of the tip only serving to make your mouth water and your walls clench around nothing, impatient and needy to feel it buried deep inside. 

You wanted to wait, to play around more, but you couldn’t - you needed him. You guided the tip to your mouth, licking eagerly as your hand moved up and down his shaft. You loved how his cock felt between your lips, firm but silky soft at the same time and how easily it glided until it hit the back of your throat. 

You heard Akaashi let out a groan, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as his hips lightly jerked, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you swallowed the mix of his pre and saliva that coated your tongue. With a swift glance, you made sure he was still asleep. You weren’t sure for how much longer though, not when your cunt begged to be filled and stretched.

It was all becoming too much, the anticipation of feeling him inside your walls, the way he whimpered, and the image of his muscles flexing beneath your fingertips as you trailed the taut skin of his abdomen. You needed him and you needed him now. 

Pulling his cock from your mouth with a pop, you straddled his lap, positioning his cock at your entrance. Even the slight stretch from his tip sent shivers down your spine and you knew it wouldn’t take you long to cum. 

Sinking your hips lower, you let his cock glide inside your walls deeper and deeper, soft gasps leaving your throat at the way it stretched your aching cunt. The feeling of fullness was intoxicating, so good that you could barely keep yourself from crying out Akaashi’s name. But the desire to see him come undone before you won and you managed to drown your moans by biting the side of your hand.

Akaashi groaned each time his tip hit your cervix as you incessantly rolled your hips chasing your high. From between your half-closed eyelids, you saw him move, his mouth opening slightly as he moaned your name softly. Drowsiness was evident in his now low and raspy voice.

“F-Fuck, it feels so good” Akaashi lazily brushed the hair from his forehead, struggling to open his eyes to look at you “You are like an a-angel fucking me. I’m not sure if this is the sunrise light or heaven,” you smiled at his words - even half asleep he managed to sound poetic.

“Good morning, Keiji,” you moaned as you leaned on his chest, pressing your tits to his chest and a kiss on Akaashi’s lips. He hummed, wrapping his arms around your ribcage and pulling you even closer, soft lips plating kisses at the corner of your mouth and along your jawline. You picked up the pace, slamming your hips even harder onto Akaashi’s, your hands tangling in his hair as you whispered your love in his ear “I love you, Keiji.” 

“I love you too,” his words vibrated on the skin of your neck and a blush spread on his face and chest at the confession. Somehow even after more than a year, he still wasn’t used to hearing you say that you loved him “But love, if you keep fucking me that hard, I-I’m going to c-cum inside you,” you could barely make out what he said, his speech slurred and broken with moans. You loved seeing him like this. The cool and controlled Akaashi who always preferred to be on the giving end of pleasure whimpering with a lewd expression on his face as you drove him crazy. 

“What makes you think that’s not exactly what I want, Keiji? Maybe I want you to fill me up,” you smiled devilishly, your lips on his and your tongue prying his mouth open. He didn’t put up much resistance, surrendering and kissing you back as his hips started meeting your thrusts. “I think I’m going to cum soon,” you cried as you pulled yourself from the kiss. His green eyes were darkened with desire, glistening with the tears that welled at their corners as Akaashi was overwhelmed with pleasure. He was so close - you could tell by the way his fingernails dug into the skin of your ass.

Pressing your hands on his chest, you lifted yourself to the balls of your feet, spreading your thighs to give him a perfect view of the place where your bodies met as you relentlessly continued to ride him. He was mesmerized watching your cunt sink and swallow his throbbing cock. “You’re so beautiful,” Akaashi moaned as he prompted himself on his elbows. The new angle made his cock hit your sweet spot with each thrust, jolts of pleasure spreading from your core to your limbs. 

Your body shook, pleasure crashing over you in waves as you kept riding, your orgasm consuming you, eyes closed as your nails scraped the taut skin on Akaashi’s chest. Your walls squeezed his cock, clenching around it and milking it until you heard him cum with a loud grunt, his hands pulling you tighter against him. Your legs gave out, and you fell to your knees, your chest flushed to his. 

“I think this is my new favorite way to wake up,” he said with a soft laugh as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, leaning to press a kiss on your forehead “And you’re definitely my favorite person to wake up to.” You couldn’t see his smile as your eyes were closed, all energy spent on making love to Akaashi, but you could feel it, warm, just like his voice. 

“I’m happy, Keiji,” you confessed, as your fingers trailed the curve of his biceps. “What do you want us to do today?”

“I think we should stay like this for a while longer.”

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[bakubabes-tatakae]

Request by @clovertitan​:  Congratulations Harlie 💖 May I request for the 2K event prompt no. 4 from Choice 1 and Prompt no. 32 from Choice 3 for Enji Todoroki please? 😊

I’m sorry this took me so long to get out to you lovey. 🥺 But I hope you like it. It’s my first ever Endeavor piece so I’m hoping that I got his character down for you. 😬🙃 

The Flames Of Passion || {NSFW} Endeavor x fem!Reader

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Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, dirty talk, language, choking, hotel sex, spicy endeavor

Word Count: 1.7k

You watched as the flames of the man that you had fallen in love with burned bright into the night around him. You had never seen him show more expression than when he stood on that stage and was announced as the new number one hero. 

You smiled and raised your champagne glass as it was announced and watched the smug grin spread. It might not have looked like much to the people around him, but you knew that he was beaming with pride. 

Enji hadn’t liked the way he had won the spot of number one hero, but he was determined to make All Might proud of him, he was determined to make his sacrifice worth it. 

Your eyes locked for a quick moment and you shared in the glory together. 

As the ceremony came to and end you saw the large, bulky figure of the hero approaching your table. It was time to bask in the glory as the two of you left together. You knew how Enji felt about showing you off to the world, despite how nervous it made you at times. Enji wanted everyone to know that you belonged to none other than the Pro Hero Endeavor. No one would mess with you that way. 

You slowly stood as Enji reached his hand out toward you, grasping it gently in your own as you stared into the eyes of the man that had become the most important thing in your life. But when you met his eyes you noticed something coming from them that you hadn’t seen in a while. 

That fire. 

The fire the burned in him when the two of you had very first met. The fire that had given you one of the best weekends of you life when you had agreed to take that trip with him. The fire that had subsided as you both settled into a civilian life together. 

So when you started to walk out together and felt his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his side your heart started to beat out of your chest. He walked slower as he turned his face and spoke ever so softly into your ear, careful not to let anyone else hear him. “I can’t wait to get to our room and show you just what the number one hero is capable of, darling.” A chuckle left him as he continued, loving the fact that you were turning to a puddle. “I’ll make you feel better than I’ve ever made you feel before.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm as you looked over at him, trying to keep yourself calm. You swallowed hard and put on the best grin that you could manage. 

Enji loosened his grip on you and you walked a little faster, heading for the exit of the arena, wanting nothing more than to get back to your hotel room. He noticed the change in your demeanor and smirked at you. “You’re blushing.”

Your face grew even warmer as he pointed out that small fact, but the door of the limousine in front of you opened and Enji moved you toward it. You slowly climbed in and watched as camera flashes triggered around you. Enji turned to the crowd and waved with a smile before climbing in to join you. 

As he settled in and the door closed behind him his hands wandered your body, not even waiting for the limousine to start moving. His hand reached over for the small button that closed the window between the driver and the back seat, leaving the man with only three words. “Driver, hotel please.” 

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The empty hallways of your hotel surprised you, you had half expected for the halls to be filled with people leaving the arena to get some rest for the night. But with the way that Enji’s hands still wandered your body as he reached the hallway you knew that he had to have planned it this way. 

And like he was reading your thoughts, he spoke. “Don’t worry, my love.” His lips lightly touched the side of your neck as your walk slowed, you knees growing weaker by the moment. “Nobody else from the arena is staying here, at least not anybody that really matters. Our hotel is too out of the way for most heroes.”

And that’s when it hit you. The ride to it had been much longer than you had expected it to be. Enji Todoroki... always thinking about these things when you hadn’t even thought about them yourself. 

You saw your room number appearing in your vision and noticed Enji grabbing the card key, wasting no time. As you reached the door his strong arms wrapped around you from behind, slowly pushing himself up against you as he flashed the card in front of the door handle. The green light told the two of you that the room was ready for use. You were so close. 

Enji lifted you from the floor and walked through the entryway, using his foot to close the door behind you. But he didn’t set you back down there. You felt your dress pull up, exposing the lace panties that you dawned underneath. As you felt yourself being lowered you realized that you were heading straight for the dresser. 

Enji placed you down and his hand wandered between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. “Forget this chit chat. I’ve been waiting for this all night.”

Large fingers found their way to your panting, slowly sliding over the fabric, soaked with your arousal already. A small whine escaped your lips and your head dropped behind you. “F-fuck.”

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already a writhing mess.” The confidence behind his smile as you opened your eyes slightly drove you crazy. “Just the way I like you.”

His fingers pushed your panties to the side and slowly slid into you, giving you a second to adjust to his size. Pleasure began to course through you as his fingers moved swiftly in and out of you. Your walls slowly began to close around his fingers, causing his movements to slow some as he brought you to your high. 

And as you cunt clenched around them and your slick coated him, a grin spread across his face. Enji’s eyes met your own as he lifted his hand so that you could see your slick coating his fingers. “Do you want my fingers in your mouth?” He chuckled as he watched you open for him, knowing that’s exactly what he wanted you to do. “I think my needy little girl wants just that.”

As he pulled his fingers from your mouth his eyes looked even more devious. You reached forward for him, wanting to grab him and pin him to the bed, but you felt yourself being lifted from the dresser. 

Enji sauntered toward the windows that completely made up the side of your hotel room that faced the city. As he placed you down your hands touched the glass and you felt your dress being pulled up again. The sound of a belt buckle behind you told you that he was ready for you. 

His body pressed against you, pushing you against the glass as a small kiss was placed on the back of your neck. “I want the entire city of Musutafu to see what Endeavor is capable of. Let them see just how much it pays off to be mine.”

Enji’s knee pushed between your legs and pushed them apart, the feeling of his cock rubbing against your folds as he searched for your entrance making you even weaker at the knees. 

Enji held you up as he thrust himself into you, all your senses loosing control as you tried to keep your cool. The lights of the city before you left a glow in the dark room behind you. Every roll of his hips leaving you speechless, the need to call out his name growing with every passing second. 

His grunts mixed with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small hotel room. A large part of you hoped that nobody on the ground below could see you, but there was a small part of you that hoped that they did. 

You could feel your second orgasm of the night approaching you faster than you wanted it to. And you knew that he wasn’t far behind you by the pace he pounded into you. His hips slowed and his hand reached around you, grasping at your throat, pulling you as close to him as he could. 

The world shattered around you as your orgasm took over all your senses, your vision turning white. You had tried to hard to hold it back, but every movement hit just the right spots as his girth filled you. Just the feeling of your slick coating his cock made him lose himself as well. A strangled sound came from the back of his throat as he emptied himself inside your cunt. 

Enji slowly pulled himself away, his hand running down your back as he knelt down behind you, watching the mixture of your arousal and his cum drip down your inner thigh. His thumb slowly slid up your leg, wiping it away before standing back up. His grasp met your arm as he spun you around to face him. “You’re dripping, stuffed so full of me. But I don’t think that’s enough, do you?”

You were unsure what to say. Enji was usually a one and done kind of guy, but something was different about him tonight. 

His grasp on your arm spun you toward the bed, pushing you back against it, balling your dress up into his hands and lifting it over you head. “We’re not done until I’m satisfied that you can’t hold anymore of me.”

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Autumn bath

Summary: It's November and Laxus wants to take a dip at sunset. [Freed/Laxus]

Link: AO3

Fraxus Week 2021, Day 3. Prompt: Sunrise/Sunset.

Autumn bath

They had just completed a mission. It had been simple enough compared to the missions they usually took, they had only had to free a rare species of dolphins that had been captured by traders in black. It had therefore taken them very little time and now Freed was sitting on the beach watching the animals as they moved away from the shore, finally free to swim. Evergreen, Bickslow and Laxus had already returned to the inn for dinner. On the other hand, they had done well, it was really getting cold.

“Are you going to stay here all night?” came a voice behind him. Freed didn't even turn to recognize who he was. Laxus joined him without sitting down, the rune mage smiled.

“No, I'll be back soon” he replied, standing still to listen to the waves of the sea, and the winter air, while the sun was lowering on the horizon. He liked to have a few moments of calm, especially after spending the whole day with his teammates. He heard a thud and turning around saw that Laxus had dropped his coat on the sand.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a frown.

“Don't tell me you can't get there alone,” Laxus said with a smirk that only meant trouble. Freed arched an eyebrow wondering what idea was going through his mind and vowing to say no to whatever he asked. It was really getting late and he had stayed there just to get some peace of mind. Laxus, however, took off his shirt and Freed realized that he wanted to swim in the sea.

“It's November” Freed pointed out “You're completely out of your mind, can't you feel the wind? And the water will be frozen”.

“Oh, come on, is Freed the Dark afraid of some fresh water?” Laxus teased him as he approached the sea.

“You'll get a fever and we have to go back to the inn,” Freed insisted. He wouldn't give in. That was a completely crazy idea, no matter how much Laxus insisted, Freed wouldn't accept or follow him.

All those thoughts were thrown away when Laxus dived into the sea, re-emerging a few seconds later and showing himself in all his beauty. Freed really tried to resist, but how could he do it? He simply couldn't, not with Laxus practically naked with droplets of water running through his muscles. The last rays of the sun were reflected on his abs and on his face making him look even more handsome than he already was. His wet boxers barely hid his body, and his arrogant smirk definitely won over the runic wizard.

“Come on, draw that heat rune and go in,” Laxus urged. Freed didn't really have the strength to say ‘no’ and drew the rune, then undressed himself and went into the sea, gathering his hair in a bun so as not to wet it.

“If I get a fever, it will be your fault,” he muttered and Laxus laughed heartily, swimming farther out. Freed smiled slightly, he couldn't really be angry, not when he saw Laxus so happy and when he heard his loud laugh. With a few strokes he caught up with him but he had come to a point where Freed couldn't touch the sand. He aimed his gaze at the sun which was lowering more and more, so he didn’t notice the dangerous grin on his friend's face, and when Laxus grabbed him by the head pushing him underwater, Freed was completely taken aback. He squirmed and managed to free himself by surfacing and spitting out salt water.

“You're a bastard” he said “I tied my hair just to not wet them, what the fuck” Freed snapped, but Laxus continued to grin satisfied.

“What a pity” he said sarcastically. Freed narrowed his gaze.

“You won't have war, if that's what you're aiming for,” he chilled.

“Let it bet?” said the blond, widening his grin and Freed knew that that meant trouble. With a single stroke Laxus was close to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him back under. Freed, disadvantaged by his height, was unable to rebel and felt the blond man fiddling with the elastic of his hair, removing it and untying his hairstyle, and then stuffing something between his locks. Freed emerged running a hand through his hair and noting with horror that Laxus had taken a sticky seaweed.

“You’re dead” Freed hissed and threw himself on his friend's shoulders, trying to throw him under, but it was useless. Laxus was much more muscular than him, in fact with a quick gesture the blond threw him back. At that point Freed decided to use his magic and with a rune he teleported some algae and sand directly above his friend. When he saw the result, he smiled smugly.

“You play dirty,” Laxus snapped as he tried to pull the stuff off of him.

“We’ve never established any rules on the use of magic,” Freed replied and then erased the rune of heat from Laxus and the blond began to tremble and cursed. Freed laughed. “Is the great Laxus Dreyar afraid of a little fresh water?” he mocked him as his friend had done before.

The blond shot him a grim look and began to swim towards him. Freed immediately swam to shore and then ran, but the blonde caught up with him and grabbed him by the shoulder and in the heat to escape his grasp, Freed staggered and fell to the ground, with Laxus headed over him. Freed swore as he saw his hair getting dirty with sand, and heard the blond's loud laugh in his ear.

“I won even without magic,” he said arrogantly. Freed didn’t reply as he felt his face begin to warm from the proximity of their bodies.

“Good, now get up” he dryly trying to get up, but Laxus only made him turn him, and Freed found himself in an even worse position than the previous one, with his friend still lying on top of him who was raised on his elbows. Laxus was staring at him with a victorious grin and Freed could see his chest rise and fall with each breath as he felt the grip of Laxus' hand on his shoulder. A hand that after a while climbed up to reach his neck. His friend's expression softened and Freed remained motionless for a moment, not knowing how to react and feeling his heart pounding.

Laxus tilted his head to the side, running his hand over his fringe, pushing it away from his face.

“Your hair is really a mess,” he commented hoarsely and Freed tried not to shiver at that closeness and touch. He just stayed silent, peering into Laxus's gaze and noticing that he too was blushing. Or maybe it was the sun's rays. He had no idea, but he was sure that his friend was getting closer and closer.

And in fact, a moment later he kissed him. Freed closed his eyes and let himself be drawn into the kiss. He reached behind the blond's nape and pushed him to intensify it. He could feel Laxus' hands rising through his hair and the taste of salt between their lips. It was beautiful. When they parted, they stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, both red-faced and out of breath.

“Well...” Laxus started awkwardly but stopped probably not knowing what to say. Freed smiled running a hand through his damp hair and pushed him back on him. They kissed a second time, more intense than the first, and when they parted, they both sat back down on the beach, both with smiles on their faces.

Freed look at Laxus. In that moment and with those reddish lights he looked even more handsome than usual. Only after a while did he realize that his friend was shivering with cold.

“We better go inside,” he said at that point. Laxus turned to him and nodded and then giggled in amusement. Freed frowned.

“Nothing, it's just that your hair is in a mess,” he said. Freed raised a slightly frown and amused eyebrow at the same time.

“You know how to be romantic after the first kiss,” he commented ironically and Laxus blushed slightly. “Really,” Freed continued “It's the perfect atmosphere, first kiss, sunset, beach, and in any case, you manage to ruin it by making me notice my hair dirty with sand and seaweed” he continued to tease him, while Laxus stared at him in an embarrassed silence.

“You know I'm not good at these things,” he replied in a mutter. Freed at that point smiled and stood up, extending a hand making him rise from the ground.

“Yes, I know,” he said softly as Laxus stood up beside him. Freed felt his cheeks blush, although he already imagined his friend's response. He just hoped that Laxus didn't notice it, and that he blamed the sun's rays. “Would you like to go out on a date tomorrow?” he asked him.

The answer was obvious.

***

Freed heard a door slam and woke to hear Laxus swear from the inn hallway. Freed yawned and turned to see what time it was, almost groaned to see it was 5.30 in the morning. Why was Laxus already awake? He knew Laxus woke up early but that was too early even for him. He decided to ignore it and turned in bed, slipping even further under the sheets. He just wanted to sleep, he had already had to stay awake until three to finish reading a book. He heard footsteps walking down the hall again and then sneezing. Freed opened one eye fearing that Laxus had caught a fever.

“I told him it was a bad idea to take a bath now,” he thought. He almost decided to ignore him, but eventually pity got the better of him and he reluctantly got up, put on his slippers and took some healing herbs. He left the room. After taking a look around and seeing that no one was there, he walked towards Laxus's room. He knocked softly and heard a grunt.

“What are you doing awake already?”. Obviously with his developed senses Laxus had recognized him. Freed walked into his room and closed the door behind him.

“You’ve a fever, right?” he asked wearily, barely holding back a yawn. He got no response and this time Freed yawned without bothering to hide it. “I told you,” he muttered as he approached the bed.

“I'm fine,” Laxus snapped, but one glance was enough for Freed to see that this wasn't the case. He was cold, and placing his hand on his forehead he also felt that it was warm. He sighed wearily and took a glass of water, dissolving some tablets inside and passing it to him. “I don't drink that shit,” Laxus said immediately. Freed wasn't really going to fight.

“Do as you like, as long as you don't complain if your fever doesn't pass,” he muttered. Laxus then sat up on the bed and threw down all the contents, making a face. Freed yawned again and the blonde patted him on the shoulder.

“You don't need to stand up, you know,” he told him.

“I'm awake by now, I won't be able to go back to sleep,” Freed replied with a slight smile. Laxus snorted.

“I think our date is postponed,” he muttered in a bad mood and Freed looked at him softly.

“No problem,” he replied with a slight blush. He was pleased to know that the blonde really wanted to go out with him. Not that he didn't already know, but it was nice to hear that. Laxus snorted evidently in disagreement and glanced at the terrace window. Then he stood up and grabbed Freed by the wrist forcing him to follow. The boy didn't object and watched Laxus open the window and go out.

“Laxus, don't you think you've already caught cold enough?” he asked feeling the fresh morning air and wrapping his arms around his body. Why did he have to fall in love with an idiot who didn't learn his lesson?

“It can't get any worse now,” Laxus said and then told him to follow him. Freed at first wondered where, but then he saw Laxus turn into lightning and climb onto the roof of the inn. “But what is he thinking of?” Freed wondered, without asking questions decided to follow him. Anyway, he surely wouldn't have fallen asleep by now. He went up to the roof and sat down next to Laxus.

“Why did you want to go up here?” he asked. Laxus glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and Freed saw him blush slightly, but then saw his lips curl into a slight smile.

“You said I can't be romantic, right?” the Dragon Slayer asked. Freed didn't understand and stared at him silently, still half stunned. Laxus nodded to the sky and the magician finally looked away from his friend to observe the first light of dawn. He found himself smiling spontaneously as the pink lights illuminated the city. It was truly a wonderful sight, especially for him who usually got up late and hardly ever saw dawn. There was a surreal calm, only the first birds could be heard chirping and the waves of the sea behind them.

“It's wonderful,” he admitted and turned to his companion, who in turn turned to him. They looked at each other for a moment and under his gaze Freed felt his face warm up. Then he took courage and pushed himself slightly forward. Laxus did the same and immediately after the two boys joined their lips in a sweet and short kiss. When they broke apart Freed could feel his heart leap and a tiny smile formed on his face. Several times he had thought about what it was like to kiss Laxus and that… well, that was perfect.

He turned back to look at the sky, and rested his head on Laxus's shoulder. He felt the blonde wrap his arm around his shoulders and the smile on Freed's face widened. Fever or not, that moment was just perfect.

[pairofmelaninkweens]

La Loteria: Hinata ShoyoxBokuto KaturouxSakusa KiyoomixOC BY: Aztec Brujeria

CW: Gagging, Strapon, Multipartner, M/M/M/F, Polyamorous, Double Penitration, Oral

Please pay heed to the wanings of this page...Minors DNI!

Introducing New OC Ava

Ava, MSBY team physican, had planned to lift and prepare for her powerlifting competition when she ran into her friend Kit. Seeing that Kit wanted some alone time with Atsumu Ava took the boys of her hands. A sleepover fueled by a game of shots and strip loteria leads to an eventful night...

Ava was winding down in her office and putting the last touches on the MSBY team travel health records for their away games next week. Vaccines for the pandemic? Check. Updated physicals? Check. Submitted reports to the visa office for the team? Check. She stretched her arms overhead feeling relief when her lower back popped, “I still need to lift tonight...I’ve got a competition in a month.” She walked around her desk to hang up her lab coat and stethoscope and collected her bags, “I’ll record notes at home tonight I guess.” She pushed her large glasses up her nose and blew a tendril of black hair out of her mismatched eyes, one blue and one green encased in thick raven lashes, that had escaped the messy space buns she always wore. She was five feet tall and curvy with caramel-colored skin and thick natural red lips. She competed in powerlifting for fun outside of work and always had a good time out lifting Kotaro, “Stay calm Bo...remember you get a prize.” She grabbed her keys and jacket and headed out the door. Humming to herself she locked the office and turned to head to the locker room to change and get her quick workout in. 

She ran into Kit chewing the boys out when Ava smiled wide and called out, “¡QUE PASO!” Kit turned and smiled, Atsumu following behind her, “Hey pendejo, Hermana, what are you chewing out the boys for?” Kit had a small vein of annoyance pop out of her head, “I’m trying to have some quality time with Tsumtsum, but the boys have other plans.” Ave looked around them and saw Bo kicking his toe at the ground, Shoyo talking to Omi, and Omi uninterested looking directly at her. “Ah, I can see that, tell you what...WHO WANTS HOMEMADE MEXICAN FOOD AND TEQUILA?!” Ava watched as Kit’s eyes lit up and Tsumu just dumbfounded. “I’ll take them off your hand’s chica! I gotcha.” Bo bounded down the hall and came up to Ava and bear-hugged her and picked her up, while Shoyo and Omi joined in asking for tacos and arroz, “Doc you’re gonna cook fresh tortillas right?” Ava giggling, “Only if you help me. I always get stuck by myself cooking...I should call Samu…” Ava looked at Atsumu dead-eyed and wiggled her eyebrows, he groaned next to Kit, “Hurry before my brother shows up, peaches.” Kit laughed and hugged Tsumu by his waist, “Alright let’s go...you sure you’ll be okay?” Ava being shaken like a rag doll by Bo smiled wickedly, “I’ll be fine...I’ll send ya pictures.” Kit turned with Atsumu and whispered to him, “I’m not gonna lie...Imma need you to be sober to help me in the morning...How she passed and with top marks out of Med school I’ll never know.” 

When Ava and the boys finally made it back to her place with the groceries they set to helping her make dinner. Ava snapped a picture of the three beefy boys in her small kitchen mixing dough and rolling tortillas out was a sight to behold, Bo in her little Mexican embroidered apron from her Abuela made her heart squeeze. She set the table and had them sit around and watched as they poured shots out and ate the food they prepared together, “You know boys why don’t we just have a sleepover?” With a full mouth and double fisting tacos Bo lit up and nodded his head in agreement, Shoyo practically jumped around, “Ooo sleepover with our dulce!” Omi took a shot, his cheeks were starting to warm up, and looked at Ava with a smirk, “What game are we playing, Naníta?” Ava smiled wider, showing her small gappy teeth, making her look demonic, “Why La Lotería of course...unless you think you’re going to lose querido?” Ava filled her shot glass and knocked back the tequila dead ass looking at Omi. It was going to be an interesting night when he followed suit and she could feel the competitive tension between the two of them.

As the hours rolled by they had cleaned up and started their game of Lotería and just like she thought Omi was a sore loser. He sat there with Shoyo and Bo in nothing but their boxer briefs and what a sight to behold with all of them chiseled and cut to perfection from them being pros. “Well, well, well...are we ready to play for higher, hiccup, stakes?” Ava had at some point lost her space buns, her thick long wavy hair surrounded her shoulders, she lost her shirt and skirt and sat in her thong and lace bra and thigh-high stockings held up by her garter belt. She lost count of all the texts she sent to Kit but she didn’t care, “What’re higher stakes than this Naníta?” Ava grabbed another shot, these men could never out drink her, “I want to dick down Bo with a ball gag and have you and Shoyo pound me into him...make me cum several times you two.” Ava knocked the shot back like a pro staring down Omi across the table. Bo looked at Ava and his mouth dropped and Shoyo immediately had a very large erection that could not be hidden by his boxer briefs, I thought he was packing, I knew it. With her mismatched gaze and reddened cheeks, she just smiled with a cocky grin, “Well? Are we doing this or not ese?” Omi went to play his hand and already knew when Ava smiled at him hungrily he had lost. He looked at Bo, “I’m so sorry...but you’ll get to cum...many times I think.” Bo blushed and he cried out as Ava grabbed him for a kiss, “Oh we’re going to have so much fun!” Ava squealed like an excited sorority girl pledging.

Shoyo shot up from the table, “Daddy’s ready to play mi pequeña dulce.” His voice dropped three octaves and Omi just stood up and headed to Ava’s bedroom. Bo picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, slapping her ass and groaning as it jiggled by his face, and followed behind them. Ava grabbed her phone luckily and sent another photo to Kit as she was over Bo’s shoulder... I did tell you I’d take them off your hands for the night….HELP!! Once in the bedroom Bo threw Ava upon the bed and watched as she bounced and giggled, “Bo, Daddy owl, I don’t think so.” Ava got on her knees and grabbed Bo by his shoulders and brought him down for a kiss. Their lips meshed and melded together, tongues devouring each other, Bo whimpering brought his arms around her as she moved to get off the bed. Shoyo stopped her by putting his thick body behind her, she felt his cock in her ass, as he brought his hands up to cup her breast, growling in her ear, “Daddy thinks you need to take this bra off.” He undid the clasp in between her heavy breast, watching as her tits sprung free catching the glint of her piercings, and guided the bra off her shoulders. His hands came up to cup her tits and began to massage them and pinch her darker tan nipples between his fingers, Shoyo was entranced with her piercings that made her more sensitive and began to tease her nipples,  while he left bite marks down her throat and shoulders grinding harder into her ass making her slicker by the second. Ava moaned at the sensation that sent ripples of pleasure through her body as Omi crawled across the bed and waited for Bo to release her lips for him to get a taste for himself, whispering in her ear, “Do you like being the center of attention Naníta? Hmm, do you like when you drive us MSBY men crazy?” Omi reached up and took hold of her chin before he brought his lips towards her. Shoyo had traced his fingers down to the top of her lace thong and slipped his fingers underneath to circle around her aching clit. She gasped into Omi’s lips and he growled as he devoured her moans. Bo was behind them stroking his cock and pinching his nipples enjoying the sight of Ava being coaxed to life by his teammates, “Yeah, baby owl, You look so fucking hot like that, hnnn…” Ava growled into Omi as Shoyo sinfully slipped in his middle finger into her drenched sex grinding more and more into her, reaching up and grabbing Omi by the throat, she broke the kiss and bit his bottom lip. “Now, now, you know I won the game...It looks like Shoyo is going first since you must have forgotten.” Omi groaned as she reached down and stroked his twitching cock through his boxer briefs, “Oh, are you drenched already? You haven’t even played with my pussy yet...Jefe.”

Letting go of Omi she reached down and stilled Shoyo’s hand torturing her fluttering slick walls, turning and kissing him, she slipped out his arms and headed towards her closet. “Bo, Daddy owl, in the nightstand will you pull out the lube baby.” Bo groaned and walked to the nightstand, rock hard and aching, and pulled out the lube. “Baby owl, do I have to wear the ball gag?” Ava poked her head out of the closet and smiled, “Daddy owl, you lost the game, I want my prize.” She stepped into her strap and adjusted the harness walking out with a large-sized dildo, still wearing her garter belt and thigh-high stockings, she heard the boys moan at the sight of her as she braided her long hair and flipped it over her shoulder. She shivered in anticipation and walked toward Bokuto. She took the lube out of his hands and kissed him, snaking her hand up to the back of his neck to pull on his hair forcing him to expose his neck, “Be a good boy now for your doña and present for me baby.” He whimpered and turned around to get on all fours on the bed, “Ah, ah, ah, I’m a shortie remember...on the floor Daddy Owl.” He did just that and looked at her over his broad shoulders with lust-blown eyes. Shoyo and Omi finished stripping and stroking lazily watching the power of their little dom making Bo present for her, Omi bucked his hips slightly in his own hand and moaned at the sight of her spreading Bo’s knees. “Fuck, Shoyo, I could watch this all night.” Shoyo moaned out loud as he squeezed his fat cock so he could edge himself, “She sure knows what she’s doing.” She turned her attention towards the other two, “Okay boys, let’s play.” She held out the gag and had Omi take it, “Make sure to put it on him right, jefe, I want to see him drool in the mirror.” She caressed her hands over Bo’s thick ass and down his back before bending over him and whispering in his ear, “I want to hear you cry out as you cum from us, baby.” Bo groaned at the sultry promise from Ava

Ava stood behind Bo and watched as Omi walked in front of Bo and bent down to take his lips in a quick sultry kiss before making him open his mouth to place the gag in and strap it behind his head. “Oh, Bo, look at you so handsome like this for our Doña. You are such a good boy.” Ava watched as Bokuto shivered in ecstasy with the praise. She took her fingers and was taken by surprise when Shoyo came up behind her to slide his hard cock between the crux of her thighs, “Daddy can’t wait for too much longer Dulce.” Shoyo groaned into Ava as he bit her shoulder thrusting slowly to make sure his dick was wet with her arousal, “Fuck, I need you please.” Ava turned and took her fingers and shoved them in Shoyo’s mouth, “Get them wet daddy I need to open our good boy up.” With brown eyes rolling in the back of his head he sucked and lapped at her fingers as she let the drool coat her digits. When she pulled them out she gave him a quick kiss, “Thank you, daddy.” Ava turned her attention to Bo’s perfect ass and slowly slid her wet fingers to coax him open, first her middle finger, Bo moaned against the ball gag and Omi whispered praises in his ear while stroking his dick. When Ava felt her need becoming greater and greater she watched for the first string of drool that escaped from Bo’s obstructed mouth. She slipped her index finger in his tight ass and felt him begin to relax as she scissored him open slowly to take her strap. As his moans became louder and the pool of pre began to soak her clean grey carpet below. “Oh, daddy owl, are you ready for me baby?” She guided her strap to the entrance of Bo’s ass and slowly sank in letting him take her inch by inch; crying out against the gag and drooling more. 

Ava finally bottomed out and pulled back to thrust inside of Bo before she set the pace, letting him get used to her inside of him. She gripped his hip before reaching to fist his hair and thrust into him, hearing Bo moan against his gag and seeing his eyes roll into the back of his head made Ava groan. “Shoyo...Daddy...Fuck us.” Ava heard Shoyo growl as he gripped her hip and guided his aching tip into her swollen opening and thrusted in. Ava cried out as she got used to Shoyo’s girth and length stretching her plush walls to their limits. “F-FUCK AVA!!!” Shoyo didn’t want to wait and picked up a brutal pace, slapping his heavy balls against Ava’s ass. Every thrust caused Ava to thrust harder and harder into Bo causing him to begin to cry. Omi fucking moaned the loudest as he stroked his aching cock to the sight of Bo drooling. Ava pulled harder on Bo’s hair and forced him to arch his back, “Fuck S-Shoyo!! DADDY!” Shoyo dug his fingers into her hips and knew she'd come out with bruises. “Omi please...want, hnnn, you inside, Omi!!!” Shoyo pulled out and waited for Omi. He gripped the tip of his cock and groaned as he edged himself, “Omi i'll take her ass if you take her tight pussy.” Ava kept thrusting into Bo, his moaning causing him to become more of a mess. When Omi got underneath both Bo and Ava.

Bo’s knees were on each side of his shoulders and Ava above, “Fuck, sugar plum, you look absolutely drenched,” he brought his digits to pump inside of her making her head fall back, “Your wet cunt sucks my fingers in so greedily plum.” Ava made Bo get on his knees and held his broad chest against her own as Omi guided himself into her and slowly stretched her. Shoyo cursed at the sight when he watched Omi take in Bo’s heavy sack and sucked on him while slowly thrusting up into Ava, “Your tight ass is gonna be filled now too, Baby.” Shoyo knows how to take his time and hears you whimper as he reaches in front to circle your clit  exposed by the strap buried deep inside of Bo rubbing against his spot. When she felt the fat head of shoyo enter her ass she cried out at the sensation of being double stuffed by thick volleyball players. “FUCK YESS!” Shoyo finally bottomed out inside of Ava, giving her a few moments to adjust, and began thrusting. Omi reached around and took Bo’s leaking heavy cock into his mouth and began to suck on him as he felt Ava forcefully thrust into his ass harder touching his pleasurable spot, making the drool flow from his mouth. Ava was close, Shoyo was beginning to twitch inside of her and throb, “Fuck, fuck, I’m-I’m gonna cum, I-“ Shoyo thrust one final time in Ava’s tight ass and emptied himself inside of her. Omi cried out with his thrust hitting Ava’s Soft spot and she threw her head back screaming as Bo followed suit emptying into Omi’s mouth. “DADDIIESSS!!!” Ava felt herself convulsing around Shoyo and Omi while Bo shook against Ava’s body. When she finally came down she reached and undid the ball gag and slowly slipped the strap out of Bo. 

Omi, after having caught his breath and waiting for Ava to let her gorilla grip on his cock relax, got up from under Ava and Bo and walked to the bathroom to grab a couple of warm washcloths. He tossed one to Shoyo who lay on his back with wide eyes, letting them uncross, “Hey, shorty, you good?” He chuckled when Shoyo took the warm washcloth and cleaned up, hissing with his sensitive tip. He found Bo hugging Ava’s midsection letting her praise him and kiss his forehead, “How is our boy doing?” Ava looked up and smiled a thousand-watt smile at Omi, “He’s a good boy, he did so good, didn’t you daddy owl.” Bo snuggled in more and inhaled Ava’s scent of jasmine and clean linen, “Mommy, I liked it so much.” Omi bent down and reached between Ava’s thighs and cleaned her up while taking her lips for a languid kiss. “Thank you, jefe, I needed you three tonight.” Ava then took her the other washcloth and cleaned Bo up. When Bo was cleaned up he stood and picked up Ava bridal style and took her to bed with Omi following behind and Shoyo sleeping on top of her midsection. The next morning she was surprised to find Ushi at her bedroom door smiling wickedly as she stirred awake, “Honey...looks like you had fun without me. I’m going to have to feed you and teach you a lesson later mi amor.” 

[auroracalisto]

family game night

Summary:

You’re new to Mystic Falls and you quickly made friends with Rebekah Mikaelson.  One night, she asks you to stay over and you do so, unaware that it was their “game night.”  Whatever that meant, anyway.  So, you play Monopoly with the family, unprepared for Klaus’ mini-meltdown and the constant stares from Kol.  

Notes: I’ve literally played Monopoly three times in the last week and I thought that this would be a s u p e r cute concept.

Kol stared you from across the table.  His gaze was hard and he didn’t look away.  He barely even moved until Rebekah kicked his shin from under the table.  

She shot the man a dark glare.  “What the hell are you doing?”

Kol glanced at his sister and rolled his eyes.  “Nothing.”  He leaned back in his seat, glancing towards his older brothers. 

You looked at Kol with a confused expression before turning your attention to your friend.  You had recently met her at the Mystic Grill.  She was such a sweetheart and she had invited you to a dinner with her and her family.  You agreed (no compulsion needed).  You were new to Mystic Falls.  The fact that she showed you any attention at all made your heart full.  And now, here you were, awkwardly eating and trying to not look at Kol as he stared at you again.  

You couldn’t figure out why he kept looking at you—and he couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.  

Kol sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, clenching his jaw.  Anything would have been better than sitting and wondering why the hell he couldn’t stop staring at you.  You were intoxicating.  Your smell was incredible.  

Rebekah grabbed your hand as soon as you had finished your food.  “Come with me,” she smiled, “We can go up to my bedroom.  Get away from my brothers.”

“Dear Rebekah, why would you do that?” Kol sent his sister a smirk.  “What ever happened to family game night?”

“Family game night?” you asked, quickly looking at Rebekah.  “Was that supposed to be tonight for you?  I’m so sorry for imposing—“

“Kol’s just being a dick,” Rebekah sighed, shooting her brother yet another look.  “But, uh, I thought we had decided to postpone that.  It’s something Klaus started so we would be home at least once every now and then—”

“How do you feel about family game night, [Your name]?” Kol grinned.  “Care to join?”

Rebekah let out a low growl as she stared at her brother, gripping onto your hand almost enough to hurt.  You gave your new friend a smile.  

“It’s okay.  Why... why don’t we join?  What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Oh, [Your name], you’ve no idea,” Rebekah sighed.  “But alright.  What are we playing?” she sat back down at the dining table as Elijah came around and picked up the dishes. 

Klaus smirked over at his younger brother before he looked at Rebekah.  “Monopoly?”

“I love Monopoly,” you smiled, looking at Rebekah.  “I’m good with that.”

As you were talking, Klaus had rushed off to get the game.  Before you knew it, he was back with the board game, but you paid no mind to it.  You just figured he ran.  Clearly, you had no idea that the family was a group of vampires—let alone they weren’t even human.  

Rebekah leaned against her hand, watching as Klaus set up the game.  

“Which pawn do you want?” Kol asked, moving to sit across from you.  

“Me?” you asked, looking at the silver painted pieces.  “Uh, could I just be the thimble?” 

Kol smiled a bit and handed it to you.  You took the game piece, freezing up for a moment as your fingertips brushed against each other.  A soft blush coated your cheeks as you pulled your hand away.  

Rebekah rose an eyebrow as she watched, wondering what the hell that could have been about.  

After everyone chose their game piece, they set it up at “Go” and each of them rolled the dice to see who would go first.  Klaus would go first, then Rebekah, then you, Elijah, and then finally Kol.

The game was pretty slow at first, but as soon as Rebekah landed on Boardwalk and bought it, all hell went loose.  

“What the fuck, ‘Bekah?” Kol said, scoffing.  “If you buy Park Place, I will personally pull every limb off your—“

As he spoke, you rolled your turn and landed on Park Place.  You looked over at Kol and gave a hesitant smile.  “I’ll buy it,” you said.  You gave the money to Elijah, who posed as the banker.  Rebekah stared you down for a moment but huffed, not saying anything as she watched Elijah then take his turn.  You looked towards Kol, who was staring you down once more.  A blush coated your cheeks.  

“You’re lucky that was my plan,” Kol said, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for Elijah to finish his turn.  

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you let out a soft giggle, smiling all the while.  

If Kol had been able to, he would have been blushing.  His eyes widened a bit and he looked away from you, clearing his throat as he played his turn. 

Klaus was the first person to go bankrupt.  And he threw an absolute fit.  “It’s your fucking fault that I lost,” he spat at Kol.  “Buying all the yellow and putting houses and hotels on them.  How ridiculous are you.  You should have known it would put people over—”

“You are literally the only one who landed on mine—“

“And I fucking lost, you piece of absolute shit.”

You held back a laugh.  

This had been way more intense than any game of Monopoly you had played—every single person, save for you and Elijah, threw a fit.  Kol was especially mad when you had told Rebekah you would buy Boardwalk for six hundred dollars and she took the deal.  Soon after, you put a bunch of houses on them and Kol himself had landed on Boardwalk.  

He was pissed.  “You really—you are so lucky you are Rebekah’s friend.  Otherwise,” he glared at you.  But you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.  

You just grinned at him, watching as Elijah went on with his turn.  

Klaus had left, so now it was down to the four of you.  Eventually, Elijah had ran bankrupt and left to go and make a couple of calls.  Then, Rebekah landed on Park Place and went bankrupt as well.  That just left the two of you, you and Kol, who had decided to continue playing.  Rebekah had told you to come up to her room after you were done. 

Kol was seething as he once more landed on Boardwalk and fell bankrupt.  You only smiled at him.  

“Does this mean I won?” you asked, leaning back in your chair.  You could have lost, easily.  You just got lucky on your last turn and landed on a chance place instead of landed on any spaces that Kol owned.  

He scoffed and ran a hand through his hair.  “Yeah, you won.”

You smiled at him, rather proud of yourself.  “I’ve never won Monopoly,” you giggled.  “I’ll pick the game up and then go to Rebekah—”

As you stood to pick up the game, he grabbed your wrist.  You froze up again, turning your attention to the man.  

“Let’s play another round.”

You rose an eyebrow but sat back down.  “Are you sure?”

He nodded and you smiled, picking up the mess so the two of you could redistribute the game to each other.  

The second time around, you won again.  

“Shit,” Kol breathed out.  “How in the hell are you so good at this game?”

You blushed, unaware that Kol most definitely cheated just so he could spend more time with you instead of spending time with Rebekah.  

You yawned into your hand, unable to stop your smile.  “Whatever,” you laughed a bit.  “I should get upstairs.  It’s almost one in the morning—”

“Are you staying tomorrow night as well?” Kol asked, looking at you as he began to pick up the colorful money.  

“Uh,” you gave a small nod.  “Rebekah had asked me to go shopping tomorrow with her, so I mean.  As long as she asks, I can.”

“You should,” he said.  “I mean, I like your company,” he gave a cheesy smile.  

You blushed and helped him pick up the game.  

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Kol.  Have a goodnight,” you smiled softly at the man, sending a small wave as you left the dining room.  

Klaus soon came to the dining room doorframe, leaning against the wood.  He took a drink of his whiskey as he stared at his younger brother.  

“What the hell was that?” he asked.  

Kol looked over his shoulder, frowning.  

“Are you going after her?”

Kol shrugged.  He didn’t know what this was.  

“If you hurt her, Rebekah will surely dagger you, dear brother.  Watch yourself,” he said, leaving the dining room.

Kol leaned back in his chair, a faint smile slowly forming on his lips as he looked towards the Monopoly game.  He left it there, knowing that Elijah would pick it up tomorrow, and he went to his bedroom, hopeful that you would be staying yet another night the following day.  

[whatdidimissjm]

Keep Out of Trouble

This is a collab between @gagakumadraws and me for Day 19 - Forest of Hamcember, but we are both a bit late for it, oh well...when she posts her part, I'll leave a link here🥰 I´m so glad that it´s Christmas break and I finally have time to write again! Law school is so damn stressful...

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“You know, Herc, when you said you had a date planned for the two of us, I was expecting something along the lines of a romantic dinner or a movie night or baking cookies…”, John says, trying and failing to supress a shudder. “Something warm…”

Herc just laughs quietly, nudging John´s shoulder. They are walking through the forest closest to their house and even though it´s just late afternoon, it´s already quite dark. The snow is reaching up to the edge of John´s shoes and his feet feel like they are frozen solid. Just like the rest of his body, if he´s being honest. Hercules doesn´t seem to be having the same problem, on the contrary, he seems to quite enjoy their walk through the snow.

“Stop pouting.”, Herc says after some time, with a smile on his face.

He is pulling on John´s arm until he has managed to slip his hand out of the pocket of his coat. Hercules intertwines their fingers, pressing a quick and cold kiss to John´s cheek.

“Isn´t this beautiful?”, he asks, and John mumbles something into his scarf. “Hm?”

“Yeah, it is, but so is hot chocolate.”, John gives back, but he can´t help but smile a bit.

“I´ll make you your hot chocolate as soon as we are home, but we have something planned before that.”

John raises his eyebrows in question.

“What do you have planned?”

Hercules hums. “You´ll see, but you´ll like it.”

John frowns at the cryptic answer, but follows Herc deeper into the forest, nonetheless.

“This´ll do.”, Herc says after some time, stopping in front of a fir-tree, that´s a bit taller than John.

“If you want to fuck me against a tree again, I´ll have to sadly inform you that I am far too cold to-“, John starts, but Herc just shakes his head, laughing softly.

“No, no. I have something different planned.”

He puts the backpack down in the snow and takes something out of it, that John doesn’t recognize at first, but then he sees that it´s an axe.

“Please tell me, you´re not gonna kill me now.”, John says.

He sees Hercules roll his eyes at him, shaking his head.

“You are ridiculous.”, Hercules tells him. “We´re stealing a Christmas tree.”

John just looks dumbstruck at his boyfriend for a moment.

“I´m sorry what?”

“We´re stealing a Christmas tree.”, Hercules repeats. “Come, help me, instead of just standing around looking pretty.”

John is sure he would blush, wouldn´t his face already be red from the cold.

“Herc, we can´t just steal a tree!”, John whisper-shouts, looking around as if he excepts someone to jump out from behind a tree, catching them.

“Don´t be a coward, of course we can.”

“What if we someone sees us?!”

“The only one who will see us is little baby Jesus and we´re doing that for him, so he won´t tell anyone.”

John crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“I´m not helping you.”

Hercules turns back around to him and drops the axe, walking over to John. He places his hands on the smaller man´s hips and leans down to kiss him.

“C´mon, baby, it´s a Christmas tradition. Please.”

John feels his resolve weakening, as he looks up into the deep brown eyes of his boyfriend.

“God, I hate you.”, John mutters, and Herc breaks out into a grin.

“You are the best!”, he says, pressing another kiss to John´s lips.

“And you are the worst, we make a great team.”, John replies, fighting not to smile back.

He steps out of the embrace, walking over to the tree.

“So, how are we gonna do that?”, he asks, looking sceptically back and forth between Herc and their tree.

Herc shrugs and picks up the axe again.

“We´ll just cut it down and then carry it back home.”

“That is a good plan, very thought through.”, John replies, his voice full of sarcasm.

Herc lets out a huff and regards the tree for a moment, before he swings the axe at the tree. The crack of the bark breaks through the quiet of the forest like a gunshot and John hides his face behind his hands.

“Oh god, we´re gonna spend Christmas in an arrest cell.”, he mutters, before removing his hands again and taking a tentative step towards his boyfriend.

He is freezing and really hopes Hercules will be done soon.

“Are you sure-?”

“Yes.”, Herc replies, swinging the axe again.

John lets out a sigh as he watches Herc fell the tree, while he wraps the scarf tighter around his neck, stepping from one foot onto the other, to keep himself at least a little warm. He has to admit that Herc looks very hot doing it, and actually seems to know what he is doing, but there is still an unease inside of him, that he can´t quite shake off.

After what feels like hours, the tree is laying in the snow and Herc is packing away the axe, while John walks around the tree, looking sceptically at it.

“And how will we get it home?”

“We´ll carry it.”, Hercules answers, as if walking around, carrying a tree you´ve just stolen, is something people normally do.

“Herc, I love you, but I really don´t want to spend Christmas in jail. Not even with you.”

The older man stands back up and walks over to John, cupping his face.

“Trust me, baby, we won´t.”

John just frowns more.

“How can you be so sure? What if someone sees us and calls the cops?”

Herc laughs quietly and shakes his head.

“You are no fun, you know that?”, he asks, and John is about to protest, but Herc is already pressing a kiss to his lips, before continuing. “I talked with the guy who owns this forest and he said I can have a tree.”

John still looks at him suspiciously and Herc rolls his eyes.

“Would I ever lie to you?”

“About something like that? Totally.”, John gives back without hesitation.

“Oh, come on!”

“Okay, fine, you wouldn´t. I still don´t trust you.”

Herc lets out a deep sigh, steps back from John and picks up the backpack again, before he turns around to his boyfriend.

“Can I bribe you with hot chocolate and sex?”, Hercules asks, and John pretends to think about it for a moment, but he is cold, and those two things sound fantastic, so he nods.

“If you´ll do a good job.”, he mutters, and Herc laughs softly.

“Of course I will.”

John just hums and walks over to the tree, his arms now wrapped around his body.

“Are you cold?”, Herc asks softly.

John thinks about making a sarcastic comment, but in the end, he just nods, whispering a quiet “yeah.”. Herc opens his arms and gives him a smile, and after a second John walks over, cuddling against his boyfriend.

“We´ll be home in no time.”, Herc says quietly. “I´ll make you hot chocolate and we´ll take a bath and you´ll forget the cold, how does that sound?”

“Sounds great.”, John mumbles.

He feels Herc press a kiss to his forehead and John reluctantly steps back, grabbing the tree.

“Let´s go then.”

The walk home takes far longer than the way into the forest and John thinks he will never be able to use his fingers again, but whenever he looks back at Hercules, he can see how happy the other man is and that makes all of this worth it. Miraculously, they don´t see anyone else on their way back to their house and John knows exactly that Hercules will tease him for it, but he doesn´t even care. All he can think about is to get inside, where he will finally be warm again. They lean the tree against the back of their house and then they are finally out of the cold. John hasn´t even managed to slip out of his coat, before Herc wraps his arms around him.

“You look so beautiful.”, he tells him, and John can´t help but drop his gaze to the floor and hide his face in Herc´s sweater. “Go lay down on the couch and I´ll get the bath ready.”

John nods and walks over to the couch, just as he´s told, shedding his coat and jeans on the way there. He wraps one of their blankets around his body and curls into a ball. There is a sudden exhaustion inside of him and he feels himself slipping off to sleep, when Herc nudges his shoulder.

“Wake up, baby, the bath is ready.”

John lets out a groan, but allows Herc to pull him to his feet and lead him to the bathroom. He smiles when he sees a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream waiting there for him, pressing a kiss to Herc´s shoulder.

“You are the best.”, he mumbles sleepily.

“I thought I am the worst?”, Herc gives back and John shrugs.

“You can be both, those aren´t mutually exclusive.”

He can basically feel Hercules rolling his eyes, even though he can´t see it. John quickly slips out of his clothes and steps into the bathtub, letting out a content sigh and closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again and looks up at Herc, he can see the other man watching at him with adoration.

“Won´t you join me?”, John asks, stretching tantalisingly.

Hercules crouches down beside him, raking his fingers through John´s hair.

“You´d like that?”, he asks, and John basically purrs, reaching up to pull Herc down to him, so that he can press a kiss to his lips.

“Yes.”

Herc hums and starts undressing, and John can´t keep his eyes off him.

“You wanted hot chocolate and now you´re not even drinking it.”, Hercules chides him.

John tears his eyes away from his boyfriend and grabs the mug, taking a sip. It tastes great, just like Hercules had promised him, and he can´t help but smile. When Herc finally gets into the bathtub with him, he leans forward, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Hello there.”, John says, smiling at his boyfriend.

“You taste like chocolate.”, Herc mumbles, and John laughs.

“Well, that´s your fault.”

“I´m not complaining.”

Instead of thinking of an answer, John leans forward again, kissing Herc once more.

[athenagc94]

Fighting Off Feelings

Hello! Gods, it’s been a week, hasn’t it?

Here is a little one-shot of my builder Piper and Gust! This takes place in the middle of my story Gust of the Heart, which you can read on AO3 here. I decided to post some smaller blurbs of scenes I cut or silly little moments that didn’t necessarily pertain to the overarching story I was trying to tell. I also have things in Piper’s POV (because it was originally in hers and not Gust’s) - Hope you enjoy!

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Piper straightened in her seat as a familiar head of blonde hair crested the ramp leading up to the top tier of town. Gust wore a pensive expression. One of her favorites. His lower lip jutted out in a small pout and his head lolled off to one side. She cradled her cheek in the palm of her hand and sighed. “Why does he have to be so pretty?”

Sam rolled her eyes and picked at the dirt under her nails with the tip of her knife. “Gross.”

She elbowed her in the side. “Shut up, I endured while you pined after Phyllis for months. You get to suffer with me now.”

“I didn’t pine.”

She ignored her and turned back to Gust. “Hey!” He paused and glanced around curiously. She smiled and leaned a little farther over the edge. “We’re up here.” He glanced up and his expression fell as she waved at him. “Hey there!”

Gust stopped just under the awning of the Civil Corps building, his brow pitched in mild concern as he peered between the two of them seated atop it. “Piper,” he greeted with a slight nod, “Samantha.” Sam casually flipped him off and turned her attention back to her nails. “What in the world are you two doing up there?”

“It’s called having fun,” Sam drawled, “have you heard of it?”

Piper snorted and swung her legs over the side of the awning. “The view from up here is almost as good as the view from the church of Light,” she said with a teasing wink, “you should consider climbing up here to paint sometime. The sunsets are beautiful.”

Gust scoffed and crossed his arms. “That sounds cumbersome and dangerous.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never climbed somewhere dangerous to find the perfect landscape setting?” A blush blossomed across his cheeks and that was all the answer she needed. She really wanted to hear that story, but she’d pry it from him later ー when it was just the two of them. His stories were always more genuine that way. Her grin turned feline as she kicked her legs thoughtfully. “Why don’t you climb up here and join us?”

“Why don’t you climb down here and join me?” he countered with a huff, “if you fall and sprain your ankle again, it would have been your own fault and I refuse to help you at the workshop this time.”

He held out his arms towards her and Piper blinked down at him in surprise. Was he offering to catch her? That sounded like a terrible idea. They’d both end up at the clinic with sprained ankles if she jumped. She shook her head at him and he rolled his eyes.

“Just come down, you’re probably giving Xu a heart attack.”

Piper chuckled and glanced over at the clinic across the way. She didn’t doubt that. Xu always looked concerned whenever he saw them hanging out on the roof of the Civil Corp building. She only felt slightly bad for making him worry. “Alright, alright, I’ll come down.” she said as she shimmied down the drainpipe bolted to the wall. When her feet were safely on the ground, she turned to Gust and beamed.

“Happy?”

“Very.” And he did look happier. The tension in his shoulders seemed a little less and he almost smiled, though it looked more like a pained grimace. He let his arms fall back to his side and sniffed. “Do you scale buildings often?”

“Do you judge people for scaling buildings often?”

He picked an invisible fleck of dust off the front of his coat. “I do when I don’t want to see them hurt.” Piper tried and failed to hide her surprise. He said it so casually, like he didn’t just admit that he didn’t want her hurt. That he cared about her safety. She tried to ignore what that did to her heart.

Tried and failed.

She pressed her palm flat against her chest and willed it to stop hammering so loud, but it refused to listen. Fuck. “So,” she said as she took a tentative step closer. He made no move to step away and she tried not to read too much into it. But again, she failed miserably. Light, this whole crush thing was annoying. “What brings you to the top tier of town?”

Gust nodded towards the clinic. “I have to pick up some medicine for Ginger,” he said simply, “but I didn’t expect to run into two daredevils on my way up here.”

“Are you heading home after that?” she asked with a slight tilt of her head, “I was going to drop off Ginger’s birthday present this evening, but I can just head back with you when you’re done at the clinic.”

“But Pipes,” Sam peered over the edge of the awning and pouted, “it’s Tuesday.”

Gust arched an eyebrow up at her. “So?”

“Sam and I spar on Tuesdays, remember?” She held up her fists and jabbed at the air between them a couple of times. “To keep me sane and blow off a little steam. How else am I supposed to stay a level-headed ray of sunshine all the time?” Sam snorted and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like bullshit. Piper shot a glare over her shoulder.

“And it also keeps me in shape. I can’t afford to get soft when I’m constantly being thrown in dangerous situations.” She laughed, but it quickly died when she noticed the frown toying on his lips. He traced where the cut along her hairline had been a few weeks prior with his finger and almost trailed down to where her lip had been split, but hesitated. She suppressed the shudder that tingled at the base of her spine and pulled away. “Don’t worry. I can handle myself.”

Gust wrinkled his nose and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I-I wasn’t worried.”

She had never seen someone lie so blatantly through their teeth before.

“Good, because she’s super capable.” Sam swung her legs over the awning and jumped. She landed heavily on the ground a few short paces away and Piper’s ankles ached for her. She approached the pair and draped an arm around Gust’s shoulders. He sneered and tried to wriggle out of her grasp, but Sam held firm. “Care for a personal demonstration?”

He blinked. “What?”

“What?”

Piper glared pointedly at Sam, but she was already dragging a reluctant Gust towards the Civil Corps building. “I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’ll throw down your sister at the drop of a hat,” Sam continued with a sing-songy tone, “let’s see what you got to offer, pretty boy.”

She hurried after them. What was Sam thinking? She couldn’t spar against Gust. She’d snap him like a twig. Sure, she had a few sinful scenarios that sometimes wormed their way into her head where the idea of absolutely breaking him sounded divine, but those involved a lot less clothing and hardly any punching. She had to put a stop to this.

“I’m not going to spar with Piper.”

Piper paused just inside the doors. Gust looked positively harried as he glared down at Sam, who looked so damn proud of herself. “Why?” Her grip tightened around his shoulders. “Are you afraid she’s going to kick your ass? Because she will… kick your ass, I mean.”

Light, she wanted to throttle Sam.

“No,” he said with an indignant huff, “it’s just…”

He trailed off and glanced back at Piper. A silent plea simmered in his eye ー begging her to intervene, but Piper stared back helplessly. Two parts of her brain were currently at odds. One the one hand, getting Gust pinned to the ground and staring longingly into those soft green eyes of his sounded delightful. But on the other hand, Gust wasn’t a skilled fighter and she’d probably hurt him.

Difficult choices.

“She’s wearing a skirt.”

Piper blinked at him, then down at the flowy skirt she’d thrown over her leggings, then back at him. “That’s never stopped me before,” she deadpanned, “I wear this into the Collapsed Wastelands all the time. Is that really the best excuse you could come up with?”

“Well, you’re being absolutely no help.”

“You thought a skirt would stop me from sparring?”

“It’s the first thing that came to mind, okay?” His blush bled into his ears, turning them beet red. "Leave me alone."

Piper rolled her eyes and took him gently by the arm. Sam let go and stepped back against the wall, still looking entirely too entertained by this. She shot her a dirty look as she led Gust towards the sparring ring. “Let’s just humor her,” she hissed under her breath, “it won’t take too long. I’ll have you pinned to the ground in no time and we can move on.”

“Confident, aren’t we?”

Piper started and glanced up at him. A teasing smile played on his lips. She narrowed her eyes at him, but he maintained that smug look. Something inside her flared. The part of herself that thrived on the adrenaline that came with a good fight. Did he really think he was a match against her? Her uncle had her start boxing the moment she could swing a fist. She won competitions back in Barnarock, even a few in Atara while she studied there for a time. He had no idea what kind of trouble he was getting himself into.

“Yeah, actually, I am,” she said with a matching smile, “and I’ll show you why.”

She shrugged her coat off her shoulders and tossed it to the side. Sam whopped loudly and pumped at the air. “Oh yeah, she’s taking off the coat,” she cheered, “you’re in trouble now.”

Gust rolled his eyes and shrugged off his own jacket. He wore a lovely coral sweater underneath. It was a shame she was going to wipe the floor with it when she tackled him to the ground. Piper cracked her knuckles and raised her fists in front of herself. Gust did the same and the look of stubborn determination on his face was almost endearing. This would certainly knock him down a peg or two.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked with an innocent tilt of her head.

“I’ll go easy on you.”

Her smile turned saccharine. “I won’t.”

Piper lunged forward with a left hook. Gust sidestepped to swivel out of the way, but he was too slow. She clipped his shoulder with the edge of her fist. He grunted in surprise and staggered back, grasping his shoulder with a look of mild surprise. “You actually hit me?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, welcome to the sparring ring, that’s kind of the point.” She lunged forward with another swing that Gust managed to narrowly avoid. “Don’t worry, I won’t bruise that pretty face of yours.” She winked and threw another punch. This one connected with his forearm.

She could faintly hear Sam narrating her moves on the sidelines, but it sounded distant. Her blood rushed around her ears as the thrill of a fight coursed through her veins. She didn’t even have to think. Her body just moved. Jab. Jab. Uppercut. Right hook. It all came naturally after years of rigorous training. She consciously pulled the punches, but they still had a bit of power behind them.

They skirted around each other, much like a dance. A dance that Piper was leading and Gust didn’t know the steps to. He stumbled over himself in a desperate attempt to stay out of range of her swings. Several emotions played on his face, shuffling back and forth like a deck of cards. Panic, fear, admiration, and something she couldn’t quite place. Something that left his cheeks flushed and his eyes heavily lidded as he danced around her. Something that looked a lot like… arousal?

It stirred the monster called desire that she kept tucked away deep in the pit of her stomach. It awoke, snarling and begging that she let him make the face while he loomed over her in the privacy of her home. Preferably splayed out on her rickety kitchen table amidst the remnants of one of their meals. Where his fingers would dance along her sides as he peppered her body with kisses until he reached...

Wait. No. What?

She clamped down on the primal beast and shoved it down and out of sight. She faltered and swung a little too wide, just narrowly missing Gust’s face. The cut of air rustled the curls around his shoulders and he balked at her.

“You said you’d avoid the face?”

“Sorry.” Her voice crackled and popped like flames on a fire. Fuck. She needed to end this.

She shifted her weight forward to go for another hit, but feinted at the last moment. She swiped at his feet with her leg and Gust went crashing to the ground. She scrambled on top of him and pinned his arms over his head, chest heaving. He stared up at her, wearing that same flushed look that got her in trouble in the first place. His hair fanned out around his head like a halo of light one would only see in ancient pieces of relic art.

Light, it wasn’t fair how pretty he was.

Her grip tightened around his wrists and around the neck of the beast that clawed desperately in her gut. “Told you it wouldn’t take long.”

“You’re better than I anticipated,” he conceded, “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“Well, now you’ll think twice before you doubt me again.” she said with another wink, “I told you I can handle myself. There’s no need to worry.”

His expression softened and he smiled. “I can see that now.” He wriggled a little underneath of her and she bit back the whimper that threatened to bubble up in her throat. She released her grip on him and slipped off his lap. He sat up and massaged the skin on his wrist. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t worry.” It sounded so genuine and soft. It never used to be that way with him, but now…

She wasn’t sure when things had changed between them. Was it the time they spent together while she was hurt? Or maybe the fact that she wanted to help him get those flowers for his mother’s grave? Regardless, she liked this development. It gave her hope that maybe…

“That was so entertaining,” Sam exclaimed as she plopped down between them, “thank you for that. Truly, I needed something to make me laugh today.” Gust and Piper exchanged wary looks before turning to glare at her. She threw up her hands defensively. “What?”

Piper ignored her and pushed herself off the ground. She would have a long chat with Sam later, probably using their fists. But for now, she needed to get Gust out of here before Sam pulled him into anymore shenanigans. “I’ll go with you to the clinic,” she said as she offered Gust a hand, “then we can head back to your place so I can give Ginger her present.”

Gust smiled and took her hand. She hoisted him to his feet and held onto her hand a few seconds longer than he needed to. She tried not to think about it and she masked her disappointment when he did let go. “Then let’s get going, being around Sam nauseates me.”

“Yeah, she has that effect on people.”

Sam flipped them off and they returned it without missing a beat. She waved to Sam and, together, she and Gust left the Civil Corps. As they walked, she tried not to think about how close they were, or how often their shoulders brushed against each other, or how he smelled like apricots and fresh paper.

Light, she was in deep.

[babbushka]

Miss Zannah for Sinday can I pls get my husband being pegged. Pretty pls? He’s been so good he deserves it. -Autumn 🍁

“I made four new friends today,” Kylo says late at night, after the two of you have had a long day running the galaxy, “And I only killed one of them.”

You had been encouraging Kylo to open up a little, to maybe talk to some new people. He protested, saying the only person he needed to talk to was you, but you had given him one of your famous looks and he had taken the hint. Being Supreme Leader meant he needed to be personable, needed to be likable.

So out into the ship he had gone, and apparently he had listened to you – to the  best of his ability, at least.

You roll over from laying on your back to snuggling up onto his chest, muscular and ridged with scars. You settle your chin on the dip between his pecs, and  beam up at him, your fingers tracing happy little patterns all across his skin. He shudders underneath your touch, and you grin.

“I’m so proud.” You say sincerely, shuffling up to straddle his thick waist, abs tensing under your naked body. “And I saw you changed the policy regarding the TIE pilots, you’ve been so wonderful today.”

“I have?” He swallows hard, excitement flickering behind those dark eyes of his.

The lights are low in your quarters. The usual clinical white has been dimmed down to a soft red glow, one that washes the entire room in a seductive atmosphere. It’s appropriate, you think, for what you want him to do to you, what you want to do to him.

“Yes.” You nod, letting your hair fall into your face as you smooth your hands up his stomach, battle-hardened and strong. You can feel his cock filling up behind you, can feel the thick curve of it prodding your ass. His hands fly up to cup your tits as you lean down to whisper in his ear, “And you know what, I think you deserve something sweet.”

“Fuck me, please.” He turns his face to catch your lips, licks into your mouth real slow, insistent. “Please, (Y/N).”

You grin, you could have bet money on him wanting to get pegged, you could have won big.

Draping yourself all over him, you walk two fingers up to his mouth, slide them between his plush lips and rub them against his tongue.

“Suck.” You say, and as his mouth creates a vacuum around your fingers, you feel the wetness begin to pool between your legs.

He was going to get pegged, there was no question about it – but just because you were going to be on top, didn’t mean that you couldn’t also get penetrated. In fact, as a late-night impulse purchase, you had special ordered a double-sided strap on for occasions such as this.

Normally Kylo was pretty good about stimulating you with the Force while you fucked him with the strap, but towards his orgasm his grip on reality tended to loosen, tended to shatter, and you’d always be left just on the edge.

Well, you think, as he coats your fingers well enough that you pull them away from his mouth with a sticky string of spit, not anymore.

You slowly, carefully, finger him open. It’s fascinating to you, all the time, the transformation your husband goes through. He’s large, he’s intimidating, yes – but when you’ve got him like this, when he’s on the bed underneath you, when he’s got his legs spread like a whore and you shove your fingers up his ass, he practically melts in your arms.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” Kylo groans, his fingers sucking you up into his body.

“Greedy.” You whisper, no real heat behind it, as you get him open and sloppy. As you finger him, your other hand strokes his cock, coaxes pre-come to drool all over your hand, which you use as a lubricant. You’re being lazy right now, not wanting to get the real lube, not wanting to take a single step away from your husband. “Relax for me, just for a minute.”

You ask him with your mind to levitate over the strap. He does so quickly, eagerly, and the thing almost smacks you in the back of the head from the force at which he zips it through the air. He’s too excited, too wound up, too high strung, anticipation building in his beautifully flushed chest.

It takes a moment for you to put on the harness. The vaginal stimulant slides in so easily and so well that you have to brace yourself on his chest for a moment. He’s whining, hips wriggling as he holds his thighs open, his hands hooked under his knees, because he wants to be filled too.

He gets his wish soon enough, as the head of the strap nudges at his hole, the soft silicone warm just from being handled, wet from all your slick, all his come. You take over the hold on his hips and settle between his legs as his calves curl around your back, and for a minute you’re thrown, in awe, just at the sheer mass of him, of how he’s practically hanging off the edge of the bed.

You’re certain he helps the process along with the Force, he has to, because his blushing ass gives way too easily for the strap, and soon you’ve got it thrust all the way inside. The pressure from the action pushes the dildo further into your cunt, and you both cry out a gasp at the same time, pleasure pounding in your ears.

“Oh!” Kylo groans, his chest splotchy with arousal, his dick hard and leaking, curved beautifully against his stomach. “Oh, yes, thank you.”

“Don’t be shy, let me hear you.” You say even though your throat is dry, as you begin to move your hips.

As you thrust, you have to hold back from coming yourself, have to hold out for him. But it’s hard, because the thing is vibrating now, and you can feel it all the way up in your nipples when your clit rubs up against the hard silicone, your hips jolting forward, fucking Kylo deeper on the strap.

“Thank you – right there – harder, please, oh yes, yes…!” He’s babbling, already dissolving into pleasure, as you find a rhythm that has the both of you shaking, dripping sweat.

You pull out and ram yourself back in, you know he likes it hard, fast, wet, dirty dirty dirty. You know he likes it painful, the masochist. You yourself enjoy rough treatment, but it’s harder to be rough on yourself in this position. Maybe if he hasn’t blacked out, he’ll rail you into next week, your hazy mind conjures up in between the both of your moans.

“You like getting fucked?” You ask, drooling all over yourself, your mind buzzing from the feedback loop from your force bond. “You like this?”

And you know the answer, because it’s all you can think, all you can feel. All your senses are consumed with lust, with the feeling of power surging through you, your veins on fire. You can’t tell if it’s yours or his, but does it really matter?

“Yes!” Kylo moans, moans loud like a slut and takes the strap just as well, “I love it, I love you, faster, please.”

“You’re so handsome, so strong, so capable,” You do as he says, speed your hips up in a way that has him hiccupping, in a way that has you getting fucked on the strap too, rocking back and forth and back and forth on the stimulant, your clit throbbing just as hard as his neglected cock is. “Cry for me honey, let it out.”

He’s got big fat tears rolling down his cheeks, just from the stimulation. You can tell you’re hitting right up on his prostate, you can tell because the entire room is shaking, the proof of his power crushing time and space around you.

“I’m – I’m gonna,” He’s breathless, face and chest sweating so much that you can barely get a good purchase on his body, and he opens his eyes enough to ask, “Can I come?”

“Ask me again.” You shake your head, and he scrambles to apologize, to fix his error.

“Please can I come?” He tries again, shaking, trembling, licking and biting at his lips. “Please (Y/N).”

He wants to kiss you, but his mouth is too far away, you’re not tall enough to reach him from where you pound into his ass with the strap, from where you’re so close to coming yourself. You nod, giving him what he wants, because after all, he has been so so good.

You wrap your hand around his weeping cock and fuck his prostate and he’s blowing his load all over your tits before he can even yell, “Oh, Force!”

He raises a pleasure-weak hand to your clit and does something wicked with the power he wields, to have you shouting out your orgasm, arms officially giving out and collapsing down onto him. Maybe when you’re not electrified from bliss you’ll laugh about how must stronger Kylo really is than you, how much longer he can fuck you than you can fuck him.

But for now, he’s nearly out of it, stars dancing behind his eyelids. You know because he’s projecting them right behind yours, all his muscles twitching underneath you as the both of your bodies begin to drain themselves of all the tension in the galaxy.

“Thank you.” Kylo mumbles, exhausted.

You’re a puddle of come and affection, the both of you, but you’re too tired to even speak. As you slide the strap out of him careful careful careful, and as you undo the latches on your hips and ease yourself off the stimulator, you send him mental notes of love and adoration and affection, which he loops right back to you.

Tomorrow he’ll go back to commanding the galaxy with an iron fist, but for tonight, you think he definitely deserved a little extra care – even if he’s already snoring.

[starstruck-thirst]

i love anything you write about hisoka but that lake fic and the follow up... best x reader with with i have ever read. Will you perhaps continue it?

I had an idea for the scenario to follow for a while. And as I wrote it felt like the same reader to me? So I hope this helps scratch that itch for you, Anon!~*~*~

Hisoka Morow: Play Date

Warnings: None______________________

People always complained about the cold in winter, but honestly summer heat was much worse.

The fan next to you was on full blast, oscillating back and forth in a trivial attempt to cool the room. Its efforts yielding in only the slightest bit of sweat coating your body. Preferable to sweating out buckets, but only just so.

You pretended not to notice someone enter the room, eyes focused on the computer in front of you. The only thing that was helping to distract you from the heavy heat of the day was the dozens of web pages you were digging through for information.

Passively, you wondered how non- hunters got by. The license was worth a literal thousand times its weight in gold for all of the easy information you could pull up, if not more. Granted you also had to know where to look, but that just took some old fashioned luck and patience.

Patience that was starting to run out as your brow furrowed in frustration. Your fingers came especially hard down on the keys as you altered your search terms and replied to a forum post that was hunter exclusive.

“If this fucking idiot asks me this question one more time I swear I’ll break his fingers,” you mumbled, computer keys crying loudly as you abused them. “I’ll tear them off and stuff them into his-”

Your rant was cut off as the feeling of wet fabric crashed down over your head and the view of the computer was completely cut off by darkness. Startled, you yowled. On instinct your hands left the keyboard to grip at what felt like a wet, cold towel.

With a little struggle to find the edge you managed to peak out of the towel to shoot a glare at a giggling Hisoka who stood to your side. His enjoyment at watching your annoyed scramble only served to make you even more frustrated and you gripped the towel around your head like a scarf, pouting silently.

“It seemed like you needed to cool down,” he said, emphasizing the word ‘cool’ as a hand raised dramatically to his cheek.

“Maybe I’ll rip your fingers off instead,” you muttered. No way would you admit it to him- seeing as he was laughing at you- but the towel did feel nice.

His citrine eyes opened and looked at you with pinpoint accuracy. “Are you threatening me?” he asked, the lit in his tone dark with danger but sweet with excitement at the same time.

“Maybe,” you mumbled before turning back to the computer screen. Even if you had responded as if you were prepared to get into a fight with Hisoka, you didn’t particularly actually want one. It was far too warm to be getting physical like that.

Now that your concentration was broken you didn’t even want to look at the computer anymore. The screen felt like it was from another world as you disassociated into it. Idly you slid the towel from your head to your face as blank eyes continued to take in the glowing rectangle. Though you weren’t actually reading the screen you continued to stare at it blankly while blotting your face with the cool towel. You traced it down your neck, enjoying the feeling of the cool water wiping away some of the heavy sweat. As you brought it to your chest, you sighed at the relief that slowly swept through your hot skin.

Something must have struck Hisoka, because suddenly he gripped your shoulder and twisted your chair to look at him. He was bent at the waist, eyes level with yours as he grinned like a cat with a mouse. A low chuckle came just before he asked, “Honey, do you love me?”

A second passed.

Maybe another one.

All at once you felt hot again and you tried to push the chair back away from him, scrambling to create distance from this abrupt and uncomfortable situation. But Hisoka’s hand on your chair was firm, his muscular arms wouldn't’ allow you to slide back even a millimeter. “What the hell?!” you asked at last, holding the towel to your chest with both hands like a shield.

Hisoka laughed. He was obviously amused at your reaction. “Have you never heard of that children’s game?”

You didn’t relax but you couldn’t help but to think, ‘Of course it is something like this.’

“No. What are you talking about?” you asked incredulously.

Hisoka stood straight again, releasing your chair to put a finger up matter-of-factually. “It’s a game in which one player asks the other ‘Honey do you love me?’ The person being asked must respond with ‘Honey, I love you but I just can’t smile.’ If the person being asked cannot do that without smiling, they win.”

How did he think of these things?

“So what happens if the responder can say it without smiling?”

His grin widened. He knew he had your attention. Mentally you scolded yourself, he already had one victory now. The success of your interest. “You can play a few ways. The questioner can ask one more time, making any contact they wish to get a result. Or the questioner loses that round, the game continues,  and now the responder becomes the questioner.”

It made sense. To some extent. “Wait… then how is the game won?”

“You win by getting the questioner to slip up and smile.”

A corner of your mouth turned down in a contemplative gesture. “Doesn’t seem like much of a win.”

Hisoka’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “We could sweeten the deal then.”

A second victory for Hisoka. You huffed. “I didn’t say I would play. I am trying to work, you know. So we can get paid?”

Long fingers brushed your words away. “I’m bored of that. I think you should take a break. Unless you’re just scared of what I’ll make the reward for when I win.”

This was such an obvious trap. But one glance back to the computer was enough to make your brain shut down again and you knew that no matter how much you wanted to make this job move forward, you needed to look away from it.

Fuck.

“Fine. But if I win you have to go out and get dinner.”

“That’s all?” he asked.

“And a back massage,” you tacked on quickly.

Hisoka chuckled and rounded on you, moving to your side then to your back. “I agree. If I win you’ll do what I ask for one hour with no complaints.”

Your breath stopped as the tips of his fingers caressed the sides of your face. The self-preservation part of your mind couldn’t help but to imagine Hisoka simply ripping your head off. He probably could with ease if you dropped your guard. But the touches were gentle, fingers caressing your cheeks sweetly as he looked down on you from behind.

“Okay,” you responded against your better judgement.

“Excellent,” he hissed, satisfied. “But smiling alone seems too dull. Let’s change up that rule a bit, hmm?”

“Hisoka, you can’t just change the rules,” you complained.

His fingers arched up and slid into your hair, palms squishing your cheeks as he rubbed his fingers in and out of your hair line. “Come on now, y/n. Let’s make it more difficult. How about if the responder laughs, smiles, or fails to respond completely they lose?”

The suggestions were ominous. What was he planning on doing to win? But you had to admit that it would also help your odds. “No actively restricting the other’s ability to speak. Like covering their mouths,” you added.

Almost sounding hurt, Hisoka promptly responded, “Of course not.”

“Fine. Let’s start.”

“But you already lost. You didn’t respond, remember?” Hisoka teased, using his hands in your hair to tilt your face backwards to see his impish grin.

“I didn’t know it was a game then! That does not count, Hisoka!”

He sighed, face falling to a more neutral look as he slid his hands out of your hair. “Very well then. But I’ll still start.”

You swallowed, lowering your head to watch Hisoka come around to your front. This time his method was to remain standing, placing a hand delicately under your chin to help tip your gaze up to him. “Honey,” he started, voice as sweet as it could be, “do you love me?”

When you had agreed you had no idea your heart would hammer at hearing the words come from him a second time. Even if you were expecting it, they were just something you never in a million years would have expected from the magician. But, with a clenched hand against your knee you responded with a straight face, “Honey, I love you but I just can’t smile.”

Somewhat surprisingly your lips did tingle with the desire to smile. Probably from the absurdity of the situation.

Hisoka laughed. “Very well then,” he said, retracting his hand as his face went completely neutral. His seriousness was more frightening than his usual twisted joy. “Your turn.”

The way he was looking at you was making you even more nervous than you already were beginning to be, now that you were in control. You hadn’t gotten this far in your planning, so you had to act on impulse.

Standing you took the still slightly damp towel into both hands, threw it around Hisoka’s shoulders, and pulled him down to you, tilting your head cutely to the side. “Honey, do you love me?”

If Hisoka was tempted to smile or laugh it was impossible to tell. Turning the game back on you he leaned in closer, lips hovering over your own. “Honey,” each movement of his lips caused them to brush your own, “I love you but I just can’t smile.”

Consciously you had to remember to breathe as Hisoka stood there, looking at your face with focused eyes. “O-okay,” you responded a bit shakily, releasing the towel to step back. “Your turn.”

“You’re already blushing and we just started,” Hisoka pointed out, the joy in his voice not reaching his lips. He was playing so seriously that even when he was no longer the responder he wouldn’t smile. And it was unnerving.

“Just go,” you urged, crossing your arms subconsciously over your stomach. The heat in your face didn’t go away as the next round started.

This time Hisoka walked towards you, causing you to back away from him due to the slightly dark aura you were getting tastes of as he closed the distance between you with each step. As you clumsily bumped into the wall Hisoka put an arm onto the wall next to your head and leaned in slowly with purpose. Your head swam as Hisoka swooped down on you. Before you knew it he had the top of your ear between his teeth. Each hot breath out made you squirm against the wall.

“Honey, do you love me?” he asked in a low whisper before kissing your neck.

You had to swallow, putting both hands on the wall to literally steady yourself. Eyes squeezed tight you took a deep breath as his teeth grazed your skin. “Honey, I love you but I just can’t smile!” The words came out in a rush and all at once. It was either that or not at all and you would have lost right then and there.

Against your neck, Hisoka hmmed in disappointment. He pulled his face back, but made no other move to free you from your position. You waited for a moment, thinking he would eventually, but instead he just raised an eyebrow. “Are you giving up?” he asked, looking a bit annoyed at the thought.“No,” you replied firmly, his mere suggesting you were doing such a thing giving you some strength back.

What would make Hisoka laugh in times like this? You were trying to figure it out, seeing your time was running out as Hisoka’s look grew more and more irritated.

Remembering the towel it gave you an idea. Hisoka liked to laugh at you when he forced you out of your serious character. And right now you were being as serious as ever, even as he had you pinned against a wall.

You licked your lips, took in a shaky breath and readied yourself.

“Honey,” you began, making your voice a bit higher and cuter as you looked up at him through your lashes. Just to add to the effect you slid your hands along his waist and shifted your hips forward enough to be teasing. “Do you love me?”

Whatever Hisoka had been expecting, this wasn’t it. Before he had responded quickly and easily, but this time he paused for just a moment first. The tiniest hint of a muscle in his face showed he had to fight to keep from smiling this time as he responded, "Honey, I love you but I just can't smile."

Damn. You thought you had him that time.

"My turn. I hope you're ready to lose," he said, the sense of a hidden smile lingered though it still didn't reach his face. That feeling was so strange it made you shake a little as Hisoka's hands both went to your face.

One brushed your hair away from your eyes as he tilted his head each direction, really looking at you. The action was so simple, but it felt so intimate as his eyes scanned your face from your chin up to your eyes.

You could feel your heart tighten in your chest as his thumb rubbed your cheek. You told yourself you were steeled for anything, but when Hisoka gently laid his lips on yours something inside of you shifted.

The kiss was soft, the kind of kiss two people shared after a really excellent first date. And as Hisoka pushed his chest to yours, pressing you into the wall with just enough force to crush in a pleasing way, he moved one hand into your hair behind your head. With your head cradled so sweetly you felt a bit lost in the sensation.

He kissed you again, lips moving against yours and inciting you to kiss him back. A warm feeling filled your body as it fell into the moment. Feeling nothing but Hisoka’s lips moving against and his body slightly crushing yours.

When he pulled away you stayed where you were, feeling all the lingering emotions and sensations for a moment longer before you opened your eyes.

His face was still incredibly close, but it didn't feel as intrusive as it had before.

"Honey, do you love me?" he muttered, rubbing the thumb over your cheek again.

"Y-Yeah," you mumbled, still caught up in all the sensations in your head.

Hisoka laughed. Soft, rolling, and sinister.

"You lose.”

[musicprincess1990]

Questions About Sherlolly

I was tagged, several days ago (sorry), by @mychakk, and... well, I had a bit too much fun with this. A few of them ran off and dragged me with them, so... yeah, these are more ficlets than headcanons.

Also, I want to tag @writingwife-83, @kietzemaze, @thisisartbylexie, @lilsherlockian1975, and @hobbitsdoitbetter. 😘

1. Coffee shop AU: Who is the barista, and who frequents the coffee shop?

This one always gives me Uni!lock vibes. Molly is the fresh-faced, ever cheerful barista, and Sherlock is the customer. He starts off barely paying attention to his surroundings as he gets his coffee. The first time she sees him, Molly notices the bloodshot eyes and the dark circles beneath them, and being the brilliant pre-med student that she is, recognizes the symptoms immediately. The next time she makes his coffee she writes a little note on his cup: Life is too short to waste. You could do something brilliant with yours.

Sherlock appears the next day, eyes scanning each barista, until he sees the mousy girl with brown hair and a look of recognition on her face. He seems angry, and he demands to know what her “little note” was about. Shyly, but still firmly, she says, “I think you know, or you wouldn’t be here. And I meant what I said. You could be brilliant.”

“I am brilliant.” And then he deduces her. Harshly.

She just stares at him, tears forming, but she doesn’t slap him or run off. Instead, she whispers. “You are brilliant… but think how much more you’d be able to see if you stopped clouding your brain.” This completely shakes him, and he leaves that day without coffee.

She doesn’t see him again for months, and when he comes back, he looks so much better. Dark circles gone, eyes bright and clear, and a healthy tinge of pink to his skin. He walks directly over to her and orders his coffee—“Black, two sugars, please”—and says nothing more. But Molly grins at the gratitude in his eyes, and in the use of the word please. She hands him his cup, with another little note: Told you so, with a smiley face. He meets her eyes, gives her the faintest smile, and says, “Thank you, Molly.”

He ends up coming in every day after that, and… well, you can guess the rest.

2. High school/College AU: Who is the straight-A student, and who’s the back row slacker?

Pfft, this one is obvious. Molly is the hardworking med student, Sherlock slacks off because school is too easy, and too dull, to bother with. But his parents refuse to give him any of the money they’ve set aside for him until he earns a degree, and finds something to do with his life. So he shows up to class, turns in the assignments, and gets the best grades in the class… until Molly shows up.

In advanced chemistry, she beats him by one point. But rather than being annoyed that she did better than him (because really, he wasn’t even trying), he’s intrigued. She doesn’t look like the kind of girl who would be suited for the sciences. She’s all smiles and colorful clothes and quirky habits. He starts watching her during class, her careful note-taking, her rapt interest in the subject matter. He deduces things about her – her father’s death, her mother’s disdain for her field of study, her older brother’s protectiveness, her love for animals, her tendency to trust people too easily – and his interest is piqued even more.

Soon he starts noticing other things about her. The faint hints of red in her hair when the sunlight catches them. The way she gnaws on her bottom lip when she’s thinking deeply. The absent twirling of a strand of hair when she’s bored. She chews gum on the days she hasn’t eaten breakfast, overly worried about her breath. Her hair is usually pulled into a hasty ponytail, but she leaves it down when she has a date. (He ignores the twisting in his gut when he makes that deduction.)

One day, she happens to look back at him, and oh, he tries not to catalogue the exact shade of pink her face turns as she blushes. And suddenly, he realizes he’s in over his head. He tries not to look at her, but she’s like a magnet. And now she keeps looking back at him, and he can see the curve of her small, pink mouth, the light dusting of freckles on her nose, the twinkle in those bottomless brown eyes.

He finally gives in and asks her out on the last day of term. She beams up at him and says, “It’s about bloody time!”

3. Rivals to lovers AU: Who takes their rivalry seriously, and who is half in it just to push the other’s buttons?

I guess I need to write more Uni!lock, because that's what comes to mind yet again! This time, when Molly gets better marks than Sherlock on an exam, he is OUTRAGED. He sulks and pointedly ignores her, until they get paired together for a project.

Molly is shy at first, and apologetic even when she hasn't done anything wrong. He finds it annoying, and tells her as much. She gets mad at him and calls him out for being so horrible to her when he's the one who didn't put in enough effort for the exam.

For reasons neither of them understand, he kisses her. And she slaps him. Then she kisses him back.

After that, she becomes much more confident. She challenges him more than any of his classmates, past or present. Also, she's absolutely adorable when she's cross with him. He begins to think this won't be such a bad arrangement after all.

4. Enemies to lovers AU: Which one switches sides?

Ooh, I'm thinking Revolutionary War. Molly is a nurse in the Colonies, Sherlock is a reluctant red-coat. He gets badly injured in a skirmish, and is one of only four survivors in his regiment. The other three ran before they could be captured, leaving him for dead. And who is the lucky nurse charged with his care? You guessed it!

Molly surprises him by being kind to him, even when he takes pains to belittle and insult her. He flat out asks her one day, why she's being so kind to him, when he's her enemy?

"I do not have any enemies," she replies calmly, tending to the dressings over his wound. "And as of yet, you have done nothing that would cause me to think of you as one."

"Perhaps I will," he counters, "once I am able to stand and find my musket."

She laughs at that. "I did not take you for the sort of man who would care about his own pain when confronting an enemy. If you truly wished us all dead, we would be." Her smiling eyes meet his. "And yet, here we are."

And HOLY SHIT I NEED TO KEEP WRITING THIS.

5. Soulmate AU: Who is eager to meet their soulmate? Who absolutely does not want to meet their soulmate?

Molly loves the idea of having a soulmate, and can’t wait to fall in love with whoever hers may be. She’s a little wary of the timing, however, because she wants to have a career, and worries her soulmate will want to get married immediately and start making babies. Sherlock, on the other hand, resents the little mark on his left shoulder, is determined to make his “soulmate” hate him the moment he meets her, so she won’t want him to marry her and start making babies.

Of course, things don’t go as planned. They meet on Molly’s first day at Bart’s, but they don’t figure out that they're soulmates until much later. When he fakes his death, and Molly has to do his autopsy, that’s when she sees the mark, identical to hers. She’s not surprised, because she’s already in love with him, but she knows his feelings on that subject, so she pretends it means nothing to her.

Then the phone call happens. Oh, the phone call! Sherlock turns up at her flat that night while she’s showering, and she doesn’t hear him pick her lock. He waits in her bedroom, and she comes in, wrapped only in a towel. She screams, only just hanging on to that towel, and then he sees it. He jumps up and turns her to get a better look at it. It'so mistaking it, that’s definitely the same mark. Which means… when she saw his, after he “died,” she knew… and didn’t say anything.

“Why?” he asks on a whisper.

“Because you don’t want it.”

He meets her eyes and says, “I didn’t. Not until you.”

....Fuck, I need to write this one, too.

6. Single parent AU: Which one is the single parent? (Alt. if they’re both single parents: Which one is open to starting a new relationship from the start? Which one is never planning on finding love again…Until they meet the other and are instantly smitten?)

Ooh, my favorite version of this has already been done, at least twice. Parent Trap AU!!! I recommend A Trap of Parental Proportions by 16magnolias, and also Brilliant Beyond Brilliant Idea by OccasionallyCreative. BOTH SO GOOD.

7. Doctor AU: Which one is the long-suffering doctor? Which one is the patient?

Um… this isn’t AU. This is canon. I totally believe Sherlock’s #2 reason for using Molly’s flat as a bolthole is because she patches him up. (#1 reason is because it's Molly, and she calms his mind. And he’ll never admit it, especially not to John, but he rather likes being the big spoon. 😉)

8. Bodyguard AU: Who is the bodyguard? Who are they protecting? Which one is secretly pining for the other?

Once again, this has been done already, masterfully so. I would like to direct you to The Queen’s Man, by @writingwife-83. It’s perfect. Also, MUTUAL PINING ALL THE WAY!!

9. Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

Again, obvious. Sherlock is the pirate. Molly is a royal, maybe a cousin of whichever historical monarch you think fits best (I say George III, because after #4, I'm digging the Revolutionary vibes). She gets kidnapped by the dastardly Captain Moriarty, who intends to kill her and frame his rival, Captain Holmes. Sherlock gets hired by his brother, who initially offers a great deal of money, which Sherlock declines. Then he offers freedom, for him to continue being a pirate without government interference. This, Sherlock accepts, and he sets off to rescue the royal damsel.

However, when he finds her, he discovers she is no damsel. She has won over Moriarty’s entire crew, and Moriarty has been marooned. He doubts his rival will stay on the little island they chose for very long. He tells her as much, and offers to help her bring him down, after which he will return her to London.

Of course, by the time they finish with Moriarty, they’ve fallen in love, and she has no desire to go back to her life of excess. Sherlock decides he much prefers the thrill of having to stay one step ahead of the government, and removing that challenge would spoil the fun.

Yep... gonna have to write this one, too.

10.   Childhood best friends AU: Which one was super obviously in love with the other the whole time? Who was oblivious until they were older?

They were both madly in love, and it was obvious to everybody, except them. Neither of them knew how the other felt, and Molly only realized her own feelings when she was 12 or 13, somewhere around there. Sherlock took much longer, refusing to admit it until they were both adults. ALL THE MUTUAL PINING!!

Yep... these bear continued study and attention. I bet I can get a few one-shots out of them at least. 😊

[dreamingofmilk]

Home Cooking Part 1

Synopsis: You’re a great cook, so you want to cook for Bucky. You never knew what good food would do for him.

Honey lemon pepper fried chicken, mac and cheese, collard greens with turkey neck and ham hock, garlic and cheese mashed potatoes, and fresh banana pudding. That's everything you've been cooking since early this morning to celebrate Bucky coming back from his mission. You woke up at 5am and made everything from scratch, just the way your mom taught you. Bucky was always really hungry when he came over, and you've cooked for him plenty of times before, but nothing like this.

You got the idea a few weeks ago right before Bucky left for the mission. He was over your house again, he practically lived there, and you both were cuddled up on the couch watching Project Runway. You'd gotten him addicted and it was your go to show to watch together. You both found the pettiness of the contestants hysterical.

Three Weeks Ago

As you both laid there you heard Bucky's stomach growl. It was so strong you felt the vibration on your back. You laughed, "Damn Buck!" You didn't have to turn around to know he was blushing.

He huffed, "Sorry doll. Do you have any snacks?"

He had already eaten most of your snacks. The man was like a bottomless pit. You shook your head. "Nope, you ate them all last time remember?" He pouted, "Babe! Please I'm starving!" You held your hands up, "Alright alright! I can make you something."

Bucky's smile was blinding. "Thank you babe!" He grabbed you and gave you a few quick pecks, speaking in between kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah yeah, let me up." Once you got to your fridge you found the ingredients to make your favorite cream cheese dip, a recipe your dad threw together one day that became a huge hit. You quickly assembled everything, making sure to put extra jalapenos, and put it in the oven to cook.

Once it was done you grabbed a bag of chips and made your way back to the couch. Bucky was practically salivating by the time you sat the bowl down.

“This smells amazing!” Bucky wasted no time opening the chips and scooping a generous portion of the dip. As he did, it created a perfect cheese pull and the steam wafted off. He was unconcerned, he popped the whole chip in his mouth. It’s a wonder the man has any taste buds left.

He chewed a few times then moaned. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard, it honestly sounded pornographic. You clenched your thighs together to try to relieve the tension you felt between your legs. Before you could react, he was grabbing another chip and popping it in his mouth. This time his eyes rolled back and he whimpered. “Fuck, baby this is so good!” You were still reeling from the noises he made. You have never seen someone react to good food that way. You felt like your food was turning him on.

After finishing your movie snack, you both laid back down, bellies full of the hot dip. You had to find out why Bucky reacted the way he did. You just found the whole thing interesting. A few minutes after the final credits started to roll, you turned around and looked at Bucky. “So, do you have a food fetish or something?” You didn”t sound accusational or anything, just curious.

Bucky broke the eye contact and you could see his face flush red. “Yeah, sorry about that. I tend to overreact to good food. I’ll calm down with it.”

You were shaking your head before he finished. “No! You shouldn’t be embarrassed about it! I just thought it was sexy as hell! I”ve just never seen anyone react like that before. It was like the food was literally turning you on.”

His face just got redder, “That’s exactly what happens. It’s a side effect of the serum. I was always a very sensual person. Food especially always excited me and I loved to eat before the serum, but now that my senses are heightened I can taste even more now and it’s all so much stronger, so it affects my body way more than it used to.”

You took all of this in and stored it in the back of your mind for later. So your boyfriend had a food kink. If he got this excited about some cream cheese dip, he’d lose his mind over a full soul food meal. You grinned to yourself at the thought. You’d definitely have to try that sometime.

Present Day

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you did your magic in the kitchen. You were already excited to see Bucky after being apart for two weeks, but you also couldn’t wait to see his reaction to all this food. You were so happy that you could do something like this for him. Something that he’d no doubt enjoy immensely. This was a whole lot of work, but Bucky was always so good to you. You wanted to return the favor somehow.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Bucky unlocked the door. You could hear his boots thumping against the floor as he put his coat and keys away. “Y/N?” You didn’t realize how much you’d missed his voice until now.

You smiled to yourself, “I’m in the kitchen Buck.” You felt a surge of nervousness as his footsteps grew closer, his bare feet padding across the wood floors. When he came into view, your instinct kicked in and you immediately ran to him and jumped in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. He was surprised, but he caught you with ease, his strong arms wrapping around you. “I missed you, baby. It’s been a long two weeks.”

You pressed your nose into his neck, breathing deeply. “I missed you too, Bucky. So fucking much.” You both stayed there for a while, familiarizing yourselves with each other’s bodies and scents like you’d been apart for a year instead of just two weeks.

Bucky suddenly perked up, and started walking further into the kitchen, with you still attached to him. “Something smells amazing. What are you cooking?”

You pulled back to look into his eyes, closely monitoring his expression. “I know you are always starving when you get back from missions, and that you appreciate a good meal, so I made you some soul food. The kind of food I grew up eating.”

You hopped down from him and started dishing everything up. “There’s fried chicken, mac and cheese, collard greens, and mashed potatoes. And later we can have banana pudding for dessert.” You made Bucky a plate, piling it high with everything.

Next to you, Bucky didn’t know what to feel. Part of him was so happy, so overjoyed that you took time out of your weekend to make him food. And so much of it! This had to have taken you hours, and you did it just for him. His heart swelled with love at the thought of you working so hard just to make him food. He really had the best girlfriend in the whole world. But, there was another part of him that was horny as fuck. There was something undeniably sexy about his woman spending all day in the kitchen so he’d have a nice meal when he came home. Bucky wasn’t a chauvinist, but the barbaric part of him could appreciate the domesticity of this entire situation.

You handed him the plate with a smile, the sweetest smile. It honestly just made Bucky want to fuck you on the kitchen counter, meal be damned. But his stomach won out. He was starving and all of the good smells from his plate were making him salivate. He’d satiate this hunger so he can take care of the other one after. To show his appreciation, he sat the plate down, grabbed you, and gave you the filthiest, panty-dropping kiss you’d ever experienced. A few minutes of that, and you’d cum on the spot. When he pulled away, he smirked, “Thank you baby. This looks amazing. It makes me hungry for something else too though. I’ll take care of that later.”

Whew! That man was fucking dangerous. You couldn’t even move. Niagara Falls had taken residence between your legs, and you weren’t sure if you could even walk. Tonight was going to be a good night that’s for sure. After Bucky walked into the dining room you made yourself a plate, grabbed 2 beers and made your way to the table as well.

You sat down across from Bucky, and you both said your prayers before digging in. You were just about to take your first bite when all you heard was the dirtiest, filthiest moan you’ve ever heard right across from you. Your head whips up and all you see is Bucky’s eyes, pupils blown wide. He had taken a huge bite out of a chicken breast. His face was flushed, and he was rolling his eyes as he chewed, barely swallowing before he shoveled the next bite in. As if he could feel you staring at him, he took a quick pause and looked over at you. “Baby, this is the best food I’ve ever had in my life. Honestly, thank you so much for doing all of this. I love you so much.”

You beamed, so pleased that he liked your food. “You’re welcome babe, you deserve it. You’re always so good to me.”

He reached across the table and grabbed your hand, “I’m gonna be really good to you later.” He winked and started cleaning the chicken bone. You never would have thought that you’d find watching someone eat sexy, but Bucky proved you wrong. There was something so manly about the way he tore into his food, especially when he really liked it. Every few bites, he’d suck on his fingers, or lick his lips and it was honestly driving you crazy. You could barely focus on your own plate, your hunger for him starting to overpower your empty stomach.

Finally finished with his chicken, he moved on to the mac and cheese. He shoveled a huge portion in his mouth and groaned, “Fuck, this is so good.” By the time he got to the collard greens, he was actively moaning, and you were about to lose your shit. He sounded like he was going to cum just from eating. It was incredibly fascinating, but it was making you horny as hell.

While you were having your inner monologue, Bucky was living his best life. He knew the food was going to be good. You've never made anything he didn’t love, but this was a different level altogether. He had never had food this good in his entire life. Every bite fired off every synapse in his brain, the rush of endorphins enough to make the average man pass out. All it did for Bucky was make him hard as a rock. He'd have to have Y/N cook for him more often.

He polished off the rest of his plate, scraping everything he could into his mouth. The satisfaction was overwhelming, or at least it was until his dick twitched and reminded him of the other hunger he was supposed to be satiating.

He looked over at Y/N. "Come here, baby." His voice was soft, but it was very clear that he wasn't asking. You make your way over to him, your legs weakening more and more by the second. Bucky patted his lap, "Sit right here." You sat down and leaned into his chest as he rubbed your thighs. "Thank you again for that amazing meal baby. It was the best I've ever had."

Your sweet smile just made him harder, and he made sure to push his bulge into your ass. Bucky grabbed your ass and started grinding you on his dick. "But now I'm hard as fuck Y/N. You shouldn't have fed me such good food, baby."

You moaned, the pleasure starting to overwhelm you already. "I just wanted to make you as happy as you make me Buck."

He laughed, "Oh you succeeded babe. Now I'm gonna make you happy." And with that he stood up, holding your ass as you wrapped your arms and legs around him to keep from falling.

"Bucky! Warn a girl next time!"

His laughter carried through the whole house. "Where's the fun in that?"

"You could have dropped me!"

Bucky scoffed, "Please, you know damn well I can carry you with one arm. Don't play that shit with me." He took a short pause before a devious smile appeared on his face. "Matter fact, I'll show you just how strong I am. Especially since you fueled me with all this good food."

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[cilldaracailin]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

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3 “The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”

“So, what was that all about? The ID?” Asked Taron as they sat down on the base of the stone statue, the little green area on the opposite side of the canal much quieter than the town and where the parade had been, only a few people walking around heading home after the parade and duck race.

“Jane is in the musical society and is a fan of yours.” Robyn smiled. “She knew who you were as soon as you walked up even with the green hair and shamrocks on your cheek.”

“And that I wasn’t Dean Edwards?” He chuckled.

“She is a huge Elton John fan and adored your performance in Rocketman. Believe me, I saved you from an onslaught of questions and pictures.”

“You really haven’t told anyone about me, have you?” He asked her quietly, pulling at the orange fabric on the duck in his hands.

Robyn looked to Taron, taking in his strong side profile, noticing how he kept his eyes on the duck in his hands. “Not really no.”

“Can I ask you why?”

Robyn looked away from his face and to her own hands. “It’s not that I haven’t been sharing the news around that I know you and of course my friends and family know what happened in Florida as well as the gospel choir and musical society and of course the parents and the girls in work…”

“So, a lot of people really know.” He interrupted with a little smile.

“Those who are important to me know Taron. I am not keeping you a secret, but I am not shouting from the rooftops that my new best friend is a wonderfully talented actor with a heap of awards under his belt. You know how much I love you Taron and how important you are to me, how important our relationship is to me and I have seen first-hand how horrible the unwanted media attention is for you and for me too that I don’t really feel the need to share what we have with those who don’t deserve to know about it. You are a very special person Taron and only those who I can trust get to know about you.” Taron reached over with his free hand as she spoke and held her right hand tight in his left. “I know it’s a bit different for you because at times you live your life in the public eye and I am there with you too and you know I am ok with that Taron, you know that.”

“I do.”

“But I only share the most precious things in my life with those I fully and truly trust and believe it or not, it doesn’t include most of Kilcreen. By only introducing you to those I have full faith in, means my home will always be a sanctuary for you Taron, a place you can come to when you need too. Somewhere you can freely walk around without your hat and eyes on the back of your head on the constant look out for a rouge photographer.”

“And I know that means a lot to you too. Even though you accept that aspect of my life, I know it is something you can find difficult.”

“Taron you know I don’t…”

“I know Robyn and when you accompany me on the red carpet and stand willingly with me, I know you are there to fully support me and be there for me without a question and the way you keep protecting me is something I don’t think I will ever get used too but I appreciate that being photographed when you are just out getting a coffee with me is something very unsettling for you at times.”

“At times.” She agreed. “So like I said, it’s not that I don’t want my world to know about you, I just want to keep a bubble for you when you need it and Taron, I honestly don’t mind getting photographed with you. It gives me more photos for my wall!” She laughed as he let go of her hand and went straight to tickle her. “But on a serious note, I am always here for you ok? No matter what and like I said, it’s not that I don’t want to share you, it’s just I need to be absolutely sure those I can share you with will be respectful to you.”

“Jane’s not one of them?” He asked.

“Oh, she is. Don’t worry but it’s not the time or place for a photo opportunity and I already gave her the piece of paper you signed for me when we went to The Prince of Egypt together.”

“The one you pushed into your bra.”

Robyn laughed. “Yeah that one.”

“You still gave it to Jane after it had been in your bra?”

Robyn’s nose crinkled up as she looked at him. “Jane has boobs too and wears bras.”

Taron laughed a little nervously. “Not where I was going with that chicken but ok sure. Just you gave her the piece of paper you had in your bra.”

“She really didn’t care Taron. It had your signature on it and I really didn’t need it.”

“Or to sell it on eBay.” He added.

“Nope.”

“Robyn?”

“Yep.”

“Thanks for asking me to come over for St. Patrick’s Day and for keeping my bubble for me when I need it.”

“Anytime rocketman.” Robyn slipped right arm around his waist, inching a little closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder.

Taron looked at the duck in his hands, which was now looking a little bit sad, his costume and feathers destroyed with water. “Poor rocketman.” He pulled a very soggy orange feather from the duck. “Though to be fair, after I had finished filming in that outfit, I looked pretty much the same. It was so hot and I was so hot and was melting in that onesie.”

“I can only imagine.”

“And the weather was so unbelievably heated and humid. It was so uncomfortably muggy.”

“Some of those outfits looked very heavy and stifling.”

“That dress was a killer.”

Robyn chuckled. “Your face never showed that though.”

Well I am an actor.” He replied. He pulled the envelope which he got from Jane with the prize money from winning the duck race from his coat pocket. “This is yours.”

“Erm nope.” Robyn lifted her head from his shoulder and pushed it back towards him. “That is your prize. Your duck won.”

“Because you bought it for me.”

“Because you wanted one Taron.”

“Because it is a Kilcreen St Patrick’s Day tradition. This is yours.”

“Absolutely not Taron. It’s your prize.” Robyn took the envelope from him and pushed it inside his coat. “Yours.”

Taron took the envelope out again. “It’s ours and we keep it for when we meet up and do things together, like having dinner later or a few drinks. So…” He opened the envelope and took the notes out and split the money in two. “You keep half and I keep half and when it’s gone it’s gone so we spend it wisely and keep cwtch away from it.”

Robyn laughed and she put the money in her purse, while Taron did the same for his wallet.

“I can’t believe you bloody won. I have had a duck in this race since it started and never won.”

“I told you Robyn. You are my good luck charm. Have been since I met you in Florida.” Taron leaned over and went to kiss her cheek but we met with a face full of hair as Robyn turned her head as the loudspeaker set up on the green for the day squeaked as a voice started to speak.

“And now we have a performance from Kilcreen’s Gospel Choir, directed by Maddie Lyons.”

“Shit!” Robyn scrambled to her feet cursing. “Shit fucking shit balls!”

“Robyn?”

“The gospel choir! The performance after the duck race! I bloody forgot!” Taron started to laugh as Robyn brushed herself down. “What are you doing! We need to go!”

She bent down and grabbed his hands, yanking him to his feet and took to a run, still holding onto his right hand, almost dragging him behind her, until he caught up. She sprinted up the stone steps and down the bridge and road that led into the The Square, glad that Taron kept up with her. They moved through the crowd, Robyn apologising as she bumped into people as they went, still hauling Taron behind her. She stopped suddenly, Taron bumping into her.

“Stay with my mam.” She instructed him a little breathless from their quick run and with a mouthed apology to Maddie, snuck into the choir group, finding her place in the front row, still trying to catch her breath as she joined in with the song they were singing, picking up on the harmonies easily.

Lizzie looked to Taron who was grinning and trying to catch his own breath. “And you were?” She asked him.

“On the green by the train station. Lost track of time.”

“Hmm I am sure.” She looked to his hands and saw the duck he was holding. “So, you won then?”

“Ahh yeah, I did,”

“What did Robyn decorate that duck as?”

Taron blushed a little. “Erm it’s actually like one of the costumes I wore for the Elton John movie.” He explained. “Feathers and all.”

“You wore something like that?”

Taron chuckled. “It was a bit more elaborate but yeah I did.”

“I actually think I remember.” Lizzie replied. “The one at the start of the movie?”

“That was it.”

“And Robyn made the duck look like you?”

He laughed again. “Not me exactly but more so the outfit.”

“Uh-huh.” Lizzie answered turning her attention back to the choir as they started to sing another song. “Sure Taron.”

Glancing at the duck in his hands, Taron looked up to where Robyn was standing in the choir, his heart hammering in his chest and not from the quick dash they had made to get to her choir. He caught her eye and immediately saw a blush rise to her cheeks and knew it matched the ones on his.

“So, you invited Robyn to another event of yours?” Asked Lizzie having heard the choir sing the song they were currently singing many times before, she was happy to miss it and engage in a little chat with the man beside her, not yet having the chance to talk to him on his own.

“Yeah I did. It’s the premier in London for the movie I finished filming in February.”

“The one that was stopped because of what happened in Florida?” Asked Lizzie.

“That’s the one. Matthew, the director, put a lot of hours in to make sure it was ready for the original release date in April and I really want Robyn to go with me. It’s because of her that I was even able to finish filming.”

“Robyn was telling me you are working on a new film at the moment too?”

Taron nodded. “Yeah. That was the reason why I was late coming over. My schedule is pretty full on and it changed at the last minute. Matthew is the director for this one too and he finalised his cast at the weekend and organised a last-minute script read through. Just something I had to go to.”

“But you still made it here.”

“I promised Robyn I would.”

“And when I first met you, I asked you to look after my daughter and you promised me you would.”

Taron heard the change of tone in Robyn’s mothers voice and he closed his eyes as he waited for yet another lecture from another strong woman. “Lizzie…”

“I know you love her Taron.” His words were not only cut off but caught in his throat and he turned to look at Lizzie seeing so much of Robyn in her features and his eyes moved to meet hers. “And I also know she loves you too and you don’t need to look at me with that doubtful look. I don’t want to bring the subject of New York up but for Robyn to still be fully giving her all to you after that, I know she loves you. It’s been a while since I have seen her excited over a weekend away or a phone call or a teddy bear.” Taron smiled. “You made her day with that present, believe me. Even I tried to find one for her and could not.”

“Sometimes my job does have its perks. I was so happy to find something to make her smile.”

“You make her smile Taron, frustrate her too but definitely make her smile.”

“I try too. Lizzie, I can’t explain to you how important your daughter is to me.”

“You don’t have to Taron. Your actions, the majority of your actions show me that, but I just want to say one thing Taron. Robyn has been deeply hurt in a past relationship. I don’t know if she ever talked to you about Keith?”

Taron nodded. “She mentioned him once or twice.”

“Fucker, if you excuse my French. I tell you something, if I ever see his face again…” Lizzie’s words trailed off. “Sorry Taron.”

“It’s ok. I don’t actually know the whole story but I know he was a fucker as you call him.”

“As her mother you can understand that I will never let any man hurt her again and I know you are not him Taron and from how Robyn speaks about you after she has been with you, I know you treat her with the upmost respect and to be fair, I don’t think I need to worry about Robyn standing up for herself.”

Taron nodded his agreement. “I have seen it first-hand. It is not something you need to be concerned about.”

“But I just need you to promise me that you will look after her. She has this strong exterior but underneath she is a vulnerable young woman who just needs to be loved without question. I am not going to lie to you Taron, some aspects of your job worry me.”

“The media.” Sighed Taron.

“Got it in one.”

“I can’t promise you that I can keep every photo taken of us together from the media Lizzie, but I can do my best to try. I have a wonderful team who work with me.”

“And I have already seen how hard they work for you and I very much appreciate what you have done for Robyn so far but just the things people write about the two of you, about Robyn.”

Taron groaned. “Please don’t read them Lizzie. Robyn doesn’t read them. I don’t read them. I understand it is hard not to, but it is the only way to deal with it, by not reading it. Unfortunately, it is just something that comes with my job and it is very unwanted attention I get.” He reached for her hands. “Mothers just have a knack for knowing things and you are right, just like mine was. I love Robyn and I mean properly love her like head spinning, goose bumps and racing heart love her. She has been a constant comfort in my life since I met her and gotten me through some tough times and saved my life but please trust and believe me that I am always there for her too when she needs me and always will be no matter what. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman who literally holds my heart Lizzie and I promise to treat her with the respect and love she deserves, the same she has shown me.”

Lizzie smiled. “Thank you, Taron.” She leaned in and gave him a close hug. “And before you even think about it, Robyn hates massages.”

“Sorry?” Asked Taron confused.

“My daughter is very good at giving them but hates them.”

Taron felt his whole face flush and as the hug ended, he saw a wicked smile on Robyn’s mother face. “You heard about that then.”

“I am her mother. She tells me things.” Lizzie watched as his blush stretched to his neck. “And I need you to make sure you look after yourself because I need you to look after her.” She smiled at him. “She loves anything to do with her hair though.”

Taron smiled back. “I figured that one out already.”

Lizzie lifted her hands and placed them on his cheeks. “From what I have seen Taron, you are well fitted for her, but she is my only child.”

Although Lizzie’s tone was a little light, he could hear the warning in her words and nodded under her hands. In the same way as Robyn did, Lizzie stroked his cheeks a little before her hands fell from his face and she turned her attention back to the choir.

He had expected a speech at some point from Robyn’s mother and it wasn’t the angry one he had been waiting for but rather an almost plea for him to look after Lizzie’s most precious possession, her daughter. Her words spun around his head. Robyn loved him? Well he knew that. He knew Robyn loved him; she had told him herself. In fact, she had told him less than ten minutes ago as they sat on the green but Lizzie spoke as if Robyn’s feelings ran deeper.

“Hey Taron!” Robyn’s dad came and stood beside his wife. “Enjoy the parade?”

“Yeah I did.” He answered, his thoughts still on the conversation with Lizzie. He shook his head, deciding he just didn’t have the energy at the moment that it would take to think it through and turned to look at the choir as a cheer went up around him and Robyn took the few steps forward to the microphone.

“Happy St Patrick’s Day!” She spoke. “Thanks so much for sticking around to listen to us having a good old sing song. We have been working on a new song and sure we’re going to give it a whirl and see what happens with it. It’s not what we would call performance ready but if you know it sing along.” Robyn looked for Taron in the crowd and gave him a quick little wink and before she moved and picked up her guitar, Taron recognising the instrument as hers straight away having played it himself. He stared her down and once she started playing the opening riff, his whole body rose with surprise his face going straight into a smile.

“Know this one?” Lizzie asked him seeing his face light up.

“Might just know it.” He answered, his eyes closing as the music for Tiny Dancer filtered through the speakers, Robyn taking the lead vocal as she played guitar, the choir supporting her with a wonderful chorus of harmonised ohhs and ahhs.

Taron pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly opened his camera to video the performance. He wanted to keep a copy of it but also have one for Elton too, knowing he would want to see this and would thoroughly enjoy not only the gospel take on his song but the fact that Robyn was singing it. For the second verse, the whole choir joined in with Robyn and she took a step back from the microphone, so her voice didn’t carry louder the others. He naturally just sang along, enjoying how the crowd around him joined in too, the beautiful acoustic version of the Elton John song along with the crowd making it an exquisite version. Robyn stepped forward to take a solo verse again and her eyes locked on his the whole time and he knew she could see him singing along and he gave her one of those full grin smiles he had when he was truly in his happy place.

This song was more than just a song from the movie he was in, more than just an Elton John hit. It was the song he had in his head as Robyn taught him to control his breathing in the 7/11 when he was panicking, the one she had gently sung to him as he lay in pain in the ambulance and the song he had taken to singing while he was in her kitchen when he visited her, even videoing himself singing it on Robyn’s phone for her. It was their song, one that they had bonded over, one that brought a tear to his eye as he just closed his eyes and listened. It already held such a special place in his heart from his time filming Rocketman but now it held such a different emotional connection and he would always associate it with Robyn. He had heard Kilcreen’s gospel choir perform before, even joining them for a rehearsal and their harmonies were so on point, the difficulty increasing as the song moved through to another verse, Taron hearing Robyn’s voice taking the chorus herself again. He didn’t even think about singing along and naturally did so, his own voice louder than those around him but he didn’t care. He had to sing along and even with the slight crackle and wobble in his voice from tiredness, he didn’t stop until the song had finished, only himself and Robyn ending the song, Taron a little flustered that he had kept going when everyone else had stopped but he was so caught up in the music he hadn’t noticed.

As a huge cheer went up for the performance and Taron was brought down to earth as he had been floating on a music high. He looked to Robyn and saw that once again her eyes were locked with his and he mouthed ‘thank you’ to her and she nodded back to him, before she moved to put her guitar back taking her place back in the front row. The choir sang for another ten minutes and had finished their set just as a few drops of rain started to fall, the crowd starting to disperse quickly as the rain threatened.

“Taron, John and I am going to head on home. We normally have a meal with my sister who lives next door us on Patrick’s Day. She cooks us up a proper Irish meal.”

“Robyn isn’t going?” Asked Taron, wiping away a single raindrop from his forehead.

“She normally does but don’t you have plans for the day? Something about Guinness and a céilí?”

Taron nodded. “Yeah that was the plan but if she normally has dinner with her family…” Taron’s voice trailed off.

“Robyn can have dinner with us whenever she wants Taron. She only gets to see you for two days. She planned a completely Irish themed evening for you. Go and enjoy yourself.” Lizzie gave him a quick hug. “She wants you to have a good night so go and do so. It was so lovely to see you again.”

“Thank you Lizzie and you too. I will look after her for you.”

“I trust you completely with her.”

With another goodbye to her parents, Taron then turned to look toward the choir all of who had already left, just Robyn and Maddie staying behind to tidy up. He strolled over to them. “Need some help?” He asked, getting a big grin from Robyn who nodded. “What can I do?”

With some instruction from the two woman and with his help, the three had all the wires, cables and speakers put back in Maddie’s car as well as the microphone stands, music stands and keyboard within fifteen minutes.

“Thanks so much Taron. That made my life a lot easier.” Said Maddie.

“No problem. Thanks for the performance. I think Kilcreen gospel choir might be my favourite.” He laughed.

“You are already a member Taron, no need to suck up to the musical director.” Laughed Robyn as she swung her guitar case on her back.

“You know where we practice Taron and are welcome whenever you want.” With a quick goodbye, Maddie hopped in her car, giving the horn a beep as she drove off.

“So Tiny Dancer?” Asked Taron as he turned to Robyn. “Who came up with that song choice?”

“No idea.” She answered him, shrugging her shoulders and it was an awkward hug that Taron gave her as he held the duck in one hand and he couldn’t wrap his free arm full around her guitar. “Guess you liked it then.”

“It was beautiful. Haven’t heard it sang like that before.”

“Heard you singing along.” Robyn answered him as he let her go. “You should have come up and joined us.”

“You didn’t need any help and I thought you didn’t play in front of people.”

Robyn shrugged her shoulders once more. “Guess I changed my mind. We should make a move before those clouds actually break into a proper shower. I just need to drop this home before we head for some food.”

“That is fine by me.”

[sweetlilpaulie]

Tiny Dancer

John X Reader

Caution: Heated moments, Strong language, Sexual references.

I’m actually quite proud of how this one turned out.

Enjoy, my cuties.

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The room was on fire.

Not literally, of course, but the hundred bodies cramped up in a tiny club, definitely made it feel that way.

I love to dace, what can I say?

So here I was, in the heat of the moment, shoving away my introvert, and dancing like there was no tomorrow.

Maybe there wouldn’t be.

Who the fuck cares?

A few hours earlier, I was chatting with my best friend.

“I’ve got a man. You need a man! Babe, you could get any guy that you want, all you gotta do is look at him.”

Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “Lisa, I don’t need anybody. Just chill out. I’m fine just the way I am.” I smirked “Untouchable.”

“Dude, you can’t stay a virgin forever.”

“Yes, I can watch me!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Yes, actually.”

She grinned “I bet you 100 dollars to go to Mark’s tonight and get roaring drunk. If you comeback a virgin, I’ll eat my shoe.”

“And pay me 100 bucks.”

“Yes, that too.”

I shook her hand.

“Deal.”

I went to Mark’s.

I even went a little further and wore the most scandalous thing in my wardrobe. Spaghetti strapped, thigh length, skimpy black dress, if you’d even call it that, clung to my hourglass body like a long lost friend. Ruby studs and a matching necklace only added to my look. Of course, as any girl looking for a good time, I wore 3 inch heels that hurt like a bitch. I put so much makeup on my face that my guise didn’t even look remotely familiar.

“What to drink?” asked the bartender, wiping champagne flutes.

“Surprise me.” I grinned.

He smiled back “As you wish.” He got working, mixing his voodoo drink.

I glanced around the place. It was fairly quiet, for a club at least. 

Some old men smoking pipes in the back.

A girl and her girlfriends sipping margaritas at the bar.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Mia, Happy birthday to you!”

The girls clapped and the girl, who I assumed was Mia, took a sip of the drink. Immediately after, she coughed hysterically.

Amused, I presumed she had just gotten to legal drinking age and so she was living it up with her girlfriends.

Not a bad way to live, I thought, watching them a while.

The bartender came back with the surprise drink.

“Mad Hatter.” he said.

I stared at it. I was a pretty turquoise colour, and the edges were rimmed with pink.

I took a sip.

The flavour hit my tongue instantly. Definitely lime, along with something that tasted like melted jolly ranchers, vodka and something I couldn’t quite place.

Just as I took another sip, a large group came in. All of them were young men. Very handsome young men. I decided to pay them no mind.

At least for the moment.

As I continued taking sips, I felt one of the boys’ eyes on me. I shoved away the flirty impulse of turning, and winking at him and instead stared out at the town, which was getting darker by the minute.

Minutes ticked by, and more people came in.

The sound of chatter was starting to irritate me.

I stood up, and walked straight to the jukebox.

Once the music hit my ears, a sudden relief washed over me. I finished off the my drink and requested another one, a bit stronger this time. The bartender’s eyes raised, but he said nothing as he went to work on another one.

Once I got it, I threw back half of it. I was started to feel extremely relaxed and a bit woozy.

Normally, I’m a fairly mellow girl and don’t really care to be the center of attention. 

Oh, but tonight was different. I was the star of the show and every boy in the room wanted me.

But no fucking way would any of them get me.

I swayed and danced to the music.

I was the only one at first, but I didn’t give a fuck. Soon enough, birthday girl and her groupies joined me. Everyone started catching on, pushed back their chairs, and got lost in the music.

I ordered one “Mad Hatter” after another, letting the voodoo juices work their way into my system.

I was completely and utterly roaring drunk.

My arms and hips moved perfectly in sync to the rhythm. One boy after another tried making moves on me, wrapping their arms around my waist and stealing kisses. I’d let them for a while, but then I’d push them away, remaining the Untouchable.

But then, there was the boy.

That one damned boy.

Who ruined everything.

I parted the crowd like the red sea as I went to request another drink.

“You’re quite the dancer.”

I turned to the source of the words.

I smirked “I know. I don’t think I’ve had a chance with you yet. Wanna try?”

He smirked. 

“No thank you. I try to stay away from man eaters.”

I scowled at the remark “Who says smartass? I’m just trying to have a good time.”

His eyes darkened.

“I’ll show you a good time.”

I raised an eyebrow as I sipped another most likely drug-filled drink.

“Wanna bet? I doubt you’d last 5 seconds with me, pretty boy.”

“The name’s John.”

“Whatever. Don’t really care. So, what d’you say? Deal, or are you too chicken?”

He rose his hand up.

“Deal.”

I rose mine to shake, but he grabbed it and kissed it.

Like, really kissed it.

My heart went into my throat.

“You’re good.” I admitted.

He raised his eyes to me. “Oh, you have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

There was a gleam in his eyes which sent chills down my spine.

He pulled me off to the side and we started dancing. It was fairly normal, hands on my waist, mine around his neck.

Soon however, he pulled me closer and closer to him. He leaned toward me and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. But instead he whispered in my ear.

“Tonight baby, you’re mine. And I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.”

My body radiated with heat, my face flushed red. Nobody had said something so forward and confident to me, ever.

“What makes you think I want you to fuck me?”

He grinned wolfishly at me “This.”

This time he leaned in for the kiss.

And oh boy, what a kiss it was.

Not any little peck in high school could have prepared me for this. Who knew someones tongue could be so magical?

He mapped out my entire mouth before he let me breathe again.

He was a hot mess, hair tousled, lips big and pink, and his eyes, full of desire.

His hands lightly went up and down my figure.

“You’re sexy as fuck.”

I blushed slightly. Biting my lip, I looked at the ground. My Shy was rearing it’s head back, coming to haunt me, dammit. What happened to Miss Confident?”

He tilted my head up to face him. 

He licked his lips hungrily staring into my eyes and looking deep into my soul.

“Let’s get outta here.”

He grabbed my hand, and lead us out of Mark’s.

Some of the other boys I had seen him with earlier were smoking outside.

They turned and grinned at him.

“Ey, John! What ya up to?”

“None of your bloody business, Paul.”

They all looked at me and some of them oohed.

“Have fun Johnny!”

“Oh, fuck off Ringo.” John snapped.

He opened the car door for me and we were off.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. 

Today, I was supposed to prove that I didn’t need anybody by getting drunk and breaking all the boys’ hearts.

Now, I was in a car, bound to lose the very thing I promised I’d never do, in a manner of minutes.

Damn you, John,

We entered a fairly decent looking flat.

“Let me take your coat.”

I shrugged off my mink and walked further into the place.

“Well, welcome to my humble abode.”

It was then that I realized how drunk I was.

The room was spinning.

 “I think... I should sit down.” I slumped onto the couch.

“Right. Where were we? Ah, yes.” 

He turned on me.

He crawled on top of me. I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin, and the heat from the leather sofa underneath me.

He traced my lips.

“I believe I never caught your name. Care to oblige me with it?”

“(y/n).”

He smiled. “Unique. Very pretty. Like you.”

He leaned in once more.

“Now as much as I like this dress, I think it would look much better on the floor.”

I unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. 

“Whatever you say, handsome.”

He caught my lips once again for a searing kiss.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” he growled.

I smiled goofily, my eyes a bit glazed.

“Sounds good to me.”

~~~

“You owe me 100 dollars, I believe.” Lisa chirped brightly.

I groaned “Shut up, would ya? My head’s killing me.”

She smirked “I won’t stop till you say you lost.”

“Fine, you won. Now shut the fuck up and leave me alone.”

She grinned like a cat who got the cream. Passing me a coffee cup she said, “He seemed very handsome. What was his name?”

“John.” I winced. 

“(y/n), you’re human. We all need to give in to our desires sometimes. I’m glad you finally came to your senses.”

“Yeah, yeah...sure, whatever.” I grumbled.

Deep down, I was glad she was right.

I should do it again sometime.

~~~