#i am so glad to beat that fucking pepper man

[the-acid-pear]

gamer andy

[vodkassassin]

Can I hope for a little cucumber plane ficlet?? If it's eating me this much idk how much it's devouring u. No pressure tho

Dw my darling anon I gotcha back ;3

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“You remind me of my husband.” Shen Qingqiu says one day, out of the blue, as he’s sipping his tea and watching Shang Qinghua do paperwork.

Shang Qinghua pauses. He lifts his brush up and away from the paper so that no excess ink drops and ruins all his work, and pin his bestie with a hard look.

“I’d hope so?” He says flatly, puzzled. “Because … we are married…. How many husbands do you got, bro?”

“I think the fact that we’re married and you still call me bro is grounds for a divorce,” Shen Qingqiu promptly replies, as usual. “No, I mean, in my last life. Back in… you know. Modern times.”

Shang Qinghua is quiet. Then, “You were… married before?”

“Yeah? I’m a total catch, you’re not special.” Shen Qingqiu scoffs, and then hurriedly adds, before Shang Qinghua has the chance to pull out the Devastating Broken-hearted Puppy Eyes — don’t give him that look. his husband had coined the term, not him — “Shut up, obviously you are or I wouldn’t have married you. But, yes. you’re my second husband. If we’re counting my past life. Which we are.”

“If we’re counting past lives, from before,” Shang Qinghua says slowly, setting aside his brush, “then you’re not my first husband either.”

There is a beat of silence.

“I think I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am to hear that, considering I married you myself here,” Shen Qingqiu says, after a long moment. “But, still. You?”

“What? I’m a catch,” Shang Qinghua defends mockingly, voice dry.

“I know that, shut up,” his husband smacks out at him absently with his fan, a thoughtful look overcoming his face as he stares across the room at the wall. “What was he like, then?”

A little awkwardly, Shang Qinghua shrugs. “Um. Well. You, I guess.”

Shen Qingqiu turns to look at him, eyebrow raised. “You really only have one type, don’t you?”

“You only have one type!” Shang Qinghua raises his hands and gestures air quotes with his fingers. “‘You remind me of my past husband.’ How can I remind you of someone I’m not like? You’re a hypocrite.”

“A hypocrite who is your type.” Shen Qingqiu points out. “What did he do?”

“Nothing, he was a spoiled rich trust fun baby and I had to teach him all about memes so he wouldn’t embarrass me in public. He didn’t know memes, bro, can you believe it? Lived under a rock before I saved him. At least you know about memes.”

“I’m glad I’m apparently a step up from your last marriage.” Shen Qingqiu says, dry as a desert.

“What did your husband do?”

Shen Qingqiu pats at his lips with the folded end of his fan. It’s a tiny fidget but it’s a cute as hell habit and Shang Qinghua loves watching him. “He was still going to college, when I died. Majoring in business and management. He did something on the side to make some extra cash because he refused to let me carry us with the money I got from my parents, but he’d never tell me what it was.”

“Oh.” Shang Qinghua says. He picks up his brush again, fully intending to return to the report he was marking over, when he stops. Sets the brush back down. “Wait.”

“Hm?” Shen Qingqiu blinks at him, head tilted. Adorable as hell. Shang Qinghua shakes his head slowly.

“Bro.” He says. “Husband. Love of my life, of my — What, might I ask, was your name? Back then?”

The slow and idle flapping of Shen Qingqiu’s fan slows to a stop. “What?”

“Just — Just humor me.”

“Okay,” his husband — his husband, wait wait wait, his??? Husband??? — says, slowly, like he thinks he’s stupid. “Shen Yuan.”

Shang Qinghua picks up his calligraphy brush and throws it across the room. It paints a long, thin black line down the wall. He picks up the ink stone and chucks it after it for good measure.

“Ummm, Airplane, what—?”

“Bitch!” He says, pointing a finger at his fucking husband accusingly. “We’re both stupid!”

“Um, slut? Don’t insult me without telling me why!”

“My name back then,” Shang Qinghua wails, tugging uselessly on his own bangs, “it was Shang Lei!”

Shen Qingqiu — Shen Goddamn Yuan — blinks. And then he splutters.

“Fucking what!” He shrieks.

“I married you,” Shang Qinghua groans, bending over to slam his face into his desk, and likely getting the ink he had painstakingly brushed over the report smeared all over his face, “twice!”

It takes a while, all afternoon and evening really, for the both of them to finally calm down. They’re still mindblown when they cuddle up in bed that night, but when Shen Yuan curls in to stick the frozen tip of his nose to Shang Qinghua’s neck like the icy bitch he is and always has been, he sighs.

“It’s gotta mean something, that in an entirely new universe we still ended up together without actually meaning to.” He says, and Shang Qinghua can feel the man’s smile against his skin as he wraps his arms around him. “Are we in a goddamn soulmate fanfic or something?”

“Aw, babe,” Shang Qinghua nuzzles downward and peppers his husband’s face with kisses. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

“Don’t fucking tell anyone.”

“Nobody would believe me even if I did!”

“What’s that suppose to mean?!”

[sif-the-tsunami]

Ok prompt! Sy is teaching you how to cook and maybe things get frisky ? 😁

Oooo I like this. Its not 100% on the nose but this is where the muse took me.

Did you want a novel? Because, I hope you like novels.

Warnings: chili with beans, sweet cornbread, swearing, smut

"Listen hear, you chicken fried fuck. If you don't like my cooking, you are welcome to eat something else at the damn pot luck!" I snap at a grumpy retired soldier who was talking trash about my chili recipe. Like always. Whenever we have a party, he has to say something about how I'm dressed, what I brought, or the beer I was drinking.

"All I'm saying here, California, is that where I'm from we don't put beans in our chili. And don't get me started on this abomination you call cornbread. Why is it sweet, why are there vegetables in my bread?" He says in his drawl.

"Because honey and roasted jalapenos taste good together!"

"I guess. You don't need to fuss so much Princess, I'll gladly show you how to make real Texan food. Make some wife material out of you." He smirked. I think he knew he was getting under my skin.

"Come on, Sy, give her a break. Take a bite of her cornbread with the chili, they are delicious together." One of our mutual friends told him when he could see that I was not having any more of his attitude.

I walked away from the conversation, feeling incredibly salty. The man was Syverson, we had been in the same group of friends for the past couple years and honestly he was usually at least cordial with me, but the sheer audacity of his tone today. The rest of the party was really fun, at least. Occasionally, I would catch eyes the color of the ocean after a storm staring me down. He kept looking like he wanted to say something to me but I would find reasons to leave the room. Fortunately there was always a way to get out and around.

Towards the end of the evening, I go outside to enjoy the cooling air and watch the stars, listen to a couple of the guys from inside sit on the tailgate of a truck and talk about football or something. The breeze would kick up occasionally and I could smell an orange tree blooming in the distance.

"Hey, oh shit, I didn't mean to startle you." I jumped damn near out of my skin when the grump showed up out of nowhere. "I actually really wanted to say that I'm sorry, I can be a real asshole sometimes. You are usually more aware of it than others. I'm used to giving people a hard time. Your food was delicious. I just don't know how to talk to you sometimes."

I looked at the large man skeptically. I'm not used to people going from snarky to nice to me. "Thank you for apologizing. Glad you liked it, Chicken Fried. You can just talk to me like anyone else, I don't mind some teasing, but you just know how to push my buttons."

Sy looked at his feet for a moment. "I will be nicer to you, I promise."

"I'm sure." I had heard that before.

"I still think mines better," back to sounding arrogant already, "I am willing to bet that it would blow your mind."

"Do you really want to bet?"

"Yeah... sure. I'll bet you. If my chili it better than yours.... you have to go on a date with me."

"Is that how you get most of your dates these days? Tinder just isn't cutting it anymore?" I tease. He is actually kind of good looking. Sort of. If you are into that hand crafted by the gods kind of look. I'm not saying I am, but I could get the appeal.

"You'd be surprised. Most of the women I meet want to figure out what's wrong with me. Almost 40, never married, I have a job I like. They keep waiting for my skeletons to come out of the closet. Like shit, girl, I just don't like olives or sweet relish. I think I'm pretty cool otherwise." He said talking with his hands out stretched. I think he might have been being earnest with me, but his tone is almost always sarcastic.

"You were in the military, right?"

"Yeah."

"That's what's wrong with you." The big man started laughing harder than I thought he would.

"Well, California. You up for it?"

"I don't know Chicken Fried, I don't like dating, I would really just like something casual, low maintenance. What happens when I win?"

"When?" He chuckles. "If you are looking for something casual and low maintenance, baby, there is a reason when I was still in the Army they called me Captain Cunnilingus."

"It sounds like either way you win." I smirk, "I would need a real incentive to try to beat you."

"How about bragging rights?"

"If I win... you shave your beard. Then I get to use your face as a chair." He looked shocked.

"Fine, when I win, you have to wear a dress on our date, and heels. Maybe even some of that shit you all put on your lips with the glitter and fruity flavors."

"Ok, now that's unreasonable. I don't even own heels."

"I'll buy you some." Well color me impressed. We decide on the terms of the bet. We would invite a couple of friends over to his place next Sunday and they would pick a winner with a blind taste test. We would also have one canned chili and one restaurant chili to make it a little more interesting.

Sunday came, and we all gathered in his house. This was the best batch of chili I have ever made. Fresh peppers, bacon, beer and some good quality beef all swam together in a symphony of flavors. When I walked into his house, the smell was... pungent. I could smell cooking vinegar. It wasn't bad but there was something just a little off putting.

"Glad you showed up, Princess." He looked me up and down. to surprise him just a little, I did show up in a dress. I figured a special occasion needed a special outfit.

I looked over at the big man as he took my slow cooker from my hands and plugged it in for me. To be fair to both of us, we had enough time to set up sides and toppings. I even baked more cornbread. Sy made his own savory cornbread that he pulled out of the oven in a cast iron skillet.

"It was my mama's." He told me when I asked about it.

"You bake also?"

"Sometimes, if the mood hits me. I like making peach cobbler too. If you are lucky, I'll make you some. Maybe after our date."

"So sure of yourself, Chicken Fried. I hope you got some good shaving cream and a new razor, you'll need it." In his kitchen, I lifted the hem of my sundress clear up to my naked hip showing him that I was ready to win this bet of ours. His pupils blew out with lust as he stepped up to me.

"Princess, you are a hell of a tease. I have wanted you so badly ever since the first time we met." He breathed, lusty and hot. He pinned me to the counter, radiating his desire. He bit his lip, looking me up and down, he looked like he wanted to kiss me or maybe consume me whole. Suddenly he pulls away, leaving me breathless. "We will have company soon. I need to walk this off, but I really do want to continue this conversation when we don't have to risk being interrupted."

Before anyone could walk in on us, Syverson rushed up to me and kissed me more passionately. My knees buckle for a second and its like I've been set on fire.

When our friends came into his house, he set up bowls, spoons, Fritos and cheese. He set up blind tastings for the guests, only he and I knew what everyone was eating.

The canned chili was a flop. The restaurant chili was a better batch but it wasn't as good. When our friends tasted my chili, they all keep saying how wonderful it was.

Then we tried Sy's. Everyone was quiet for a moment and then the group started to try to figure out what it was about the chili that we didn't like. It was too sweet as far as I was concerned and there was a weird aftertaste. It was an overwhelming agreement that Sy's chili was terrible. After we cleaned up his kitchen, Sy was pouting about having lost.

"So, when would you like for me to shave my beard?"

"Maybe later tonight. I think we have to finish that conversation we started earlier."

"Oh yeah, California?" He said, standing close to me. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me to the counter top. I lace my fingers through his beard hair and pull him closer so I can finally kiss him again. He broke away from the kiss and then started nibbling on my neck. His hand found the seem of my dress and he slid his hand up my thigh. When my skirt was pushed up to my hips exposing my sex to him, he leaned me back. I watched him look at my core and lick his lips like a man starved.

"Wait a second. Before you start, what was going on with your chili? Did you throw the bet?"

"No, not at all." He looked at me confused. "I don't know what happened, I've made this a bunch of times and its always been good. This was terrible."

"Did you do anything different?"

"Well. I was out of tomato paste, so I used ketchup. A buddy of mine suggested it."

"Oh my god, Sy. No wonder! Thank god you are pretty, my guy." I tease.

"Your guy? I like the way that sounds. Now lean back, Princess. I'm going to try to convince you to let me not shave."

[spideyspeaches]

Inconveniences ↬ p.p

AN: This is a reupload from my old account!

An entry for @geminiparkers’s 1k writing challenge!

Pairing- College!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex :)

Wc: 1.7k

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1.

You didn’t understand what people saw in the Avengers. They were annoying and had no concept of personal space.

Or maybe those were just your thoughts. You’ve been living with them ever since quarantine started, finally able to convince your parents that you were capable of living alone, you were an avenger, after all. Well you weren’t really living alone, as the people in question along with your boyfriend, Spider-Man lived with you.

Never were you ever glad that May Parker, the angel, had allowed you two to stay together (without much embarrassment).

Back to the point where you got no privacy. For example:

“Peterrrr” you whined, elongating his name to get his attention. You had been horny all day long, craving some semblance of touch from your extremely sweet, hot, amazing, beautiful boyfriend.

He hummed, not even looking up from the laptop he was typing on. He was laying on his side, so you tried to shimmy yourself between the little space on the couch and him, only to grunt when he wouldn’t move.

So you tried something else, because fuck the Avengers you wanted a dick now.

“Petey petey pie,” you whispered, tracing his abs from under his t-shirt. You knew your trick would work, because you could feel them clench.

“Y/N, not here sweetheart.” He muttered, holding your hand while he continued to ignore you.

Pouting, you huffed and flopped back as much as you could.

“You promised you would be free tonight! Gah you’re such a nerd!” You whined, rolling your eyes when you saw Nat entered the living room.

At first she ignored you both, sipping at her milkshake and walking towards the kitchen.

“You chose me and not Harry remember? Thought you were into nerds not gonna lie.” He smirked, his voice low, the kind that had you clenching without a thought.

“And? Are you questioning my choices? Come on Petey you can do your homework later.” You said.

You climbed on top of him, your foot purposefully catching his dick. By now you were practically on his chest , tracing circles around his nipples.

Smirking, you continued to pepper his exposed neck with featherlight kisses, making sure to moan every now and then.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He clenched his jaw, huffing to show that your kisses were not affecting him.

“Well you’re being a party pooper, so I’m having mine.” You muttered, voice muffled as you slid your hands inside his t-shirt, scratching your fingers against his chest.

Grunting, he gently pushed you off, sitting up with his laptop on his legs, “Y/N this is important."

Mouth open now, you puffed your cheeks, folding your hands on your chest.

"Can you believe this dude?!” You shouted, looking at Nat while pointing at your smirking boyfriend, “he chooses homework over sex!”

***

2.

Sipping at your drink, you smiled at the scene in front of you. It was almost half a year under quarantine, and Tony had finally agreed to host a party, albeit an internal one with only the Avengers, and May, now that she was out of duty from the hospital.

“How’re you feeling babe?” Peter appeared, wrapping his hands around your stomach, resting his nose on the crook of your neck.

Sighing, you leaned onto his head, enjoying the way he kissed your neck, caressing your waist with his thumbs.

“I’m good, things are getting normal again, if only the president caught the virus, this country would be a much better place.” You snorted, feeling your back vibrate as he laughed.

“You hate him so much don’t you?” He said.

“He’s hate worthy.” You shrugged, turning around to wrap your hands around his neck, playing with the baby hair on the nape.

Leaning forward, you hummed against his lips, crading your hands through his hair as he pushed you into his chest, fingers playing with the hem of your pants.

“Someone’s gonna walk in on us.” You mutter against his mouth, moaning as his tongue attacks your lips, parting them hungrily.

Swaying with the loud music, you whimpered when he touched your waist, his fingers hot and leaving shocks, your pussy throbbing and gut coiling with anticipation.

Panting desperately, you pulled at his shirt, fingers scrunching in the material as he lifted you up, planting on the counter top as you wrapped your legs around his waist, effectively straddling him. Feeling his muscles rippling under the shirt, gave a throaty moan, huffing due to the lack of oxygen.

Sweat was already coating your foreheads, creating highlights on his cheekbones and reflecting off the lens of his glasses-

“Peter did you see my- Oh! Oh am I disturbing you? Why don’t you use the bedroom though, I don’t think Tony would like if you do it in the kitchen-"

"May! Oh my god-"

”-It’s okay honey, you’re not a teenager anymore-“

Falling off the counter top, you bit your lip, playing with the hem of your shirt, not meeting May’s eyes. You look at your blushing boyfriend, embarrassed at being caught making out in between a party.

"May, just go, please-”

“Um, sorry I was just leaving anyway, you know, I got work to do. Yeah. You both continue.” She smirked, nodding at you and sending a sly wink at you.

Shaking your head, you looked at Peter, twiddling your hands together.

“Sooo, wanna make out?” You ask.

“Yeah. Sure"

***

3.

The dishes clinked together, the noise echoing in the empty kitchen. Peter moved with agility, hands cleaning the dishes as he passed it to you who were putting them on the rack.

You saw him take a deep breath, biting your lips and gulping. You knew what was coming next.

Peter had always been protective of you, as a friend or as a girlfriend. He protected everyone who he loved.

"I’m sorry-"

"Save it. Take your meds and go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He grunted, nearly smashing the plates as you raised your eyebrows.

“Well be careful of the plates, they’re fragile.” You joked, heart beating fast as you contemplate his reaction.

“How are you so chill about all this?! You know you were reckless, and yet you do decide to not acknowledge the fact that you almost died!” He slammed his fist, nearly breaking the plate with his hand, a small piece did break, piercing his skin.

You jumped at his sudden aggression, your own anger building.

“I’m a big girl now Peter, I can take care of myself, I don’t need you to look out for me everytime I go out!” You snarled, curling your fist, “and you’re one to talk you hypocrite! You’re always so reckless during patrols, how is me getting blasted by a bomb in a fireproof suit, reckless when you get hit by bullets on a daily basis?"

"I stopped listening after you said you got blasted by a bomb, you’re not enhanced Y/N, how am I supposed to-”, he said voice cracking, “I love you okay? I can’t - I can’t lose you okay?"

Your chest ached at his hurt voice. Peter had lost a lot in his short life, his parents, his uncle, almost lost Tony. And now you felt bad about making him feel that way.

"I’m sorry Petey.” You said, taking his cheek in one hand, holding his suds filled hand in another, “You’re hurt."

He chuckled, looking at his hand where the broken plate had pierced it. Tony wouldn’t mind one broken plate, he was a billionaire after all.

"Yeah.” He said, sniffing and putting it under the faucet to get off any remaining blood. You watched in fascination as the wound closed up, not even leaving a scar behind as if you were watching a time lapse.

Rolling your eyes, you grinned mischievously, poking his chest with you fingers and snorting as he giggled, pulling you closer-

“Bucky! Give me back my cookie now or I swear to god-"

"Ughhh you guys do this purposely don’t you?” You groaned, glaring at Bucky and Sam as they stop in their tracks, looking at each other and smirking.

“We neither confirm nor deny your accusations.” Bucky said, plopping the cookie in his mouth and walking out of the kitchen as you bang your forehead against the table.

Why can’t people just let you be intimate with your boyfriend for one second?

***

+1

“Are you sure no one’s gonna walk in, Spider-Man?” You hummed against his lips, moving in slow motions as he caresses your bum.

“If they do, I’ll take care of it.” He rasps, squeezing your bottom and fingering the hem of your shirt shorts.

You were sitting in Peter’s bedroom after a full day of teasing him, because you were horny and desperate. Softly kneading your fingers through his hair, you whined at the feel of his bulge against your crotch, a wet feeling already seeping through those shorts.

Rubbing your hips faster against his, you huff, tracing his biceps and squeezing them occasionally as he moved down with his lips, slipping off your tank top.

“Thought you had super speed.” You grunted, urging him to go faster as he unclasped your bra before looking at you with a smirk, his eyes shining with mirth and lust.

“You were a bad girl today, teasing me every opportunity you got, it’s only fair if I get to do the same.” He said before squeezing your one boob and sucking on the other, a wet pop noise leaving his mouth every time he sucked on it.

Spreading your legs further, you shimmy out of your shorts, lifting Peter’s shirt up to get him out of it before he stopped you.

“Oh no, you’re not-” he started before the door opened with a bang.

“Did you guys-” before Tony could see anything, Peter produced his web-shooters and shot at the door, locking it for at least another two hours.

A muffled, “at least use protection!” Was heard from outside the door. Your face was burning with embarrassment, looking at Peter with an innocently terrified look on your face. He could hear your heart racing, and it was making him like, really hard.

“Now, where to begin.” He whispered, chills shooting up your spine, goosebumps appearing on your skin and the wet feeling intensifying between your thighs.

“Let me at least undress you.” You plead, lifting his t-shirt and unbuttoning his jeans simultaneously.

“No, you were a brat today, and brats don’t get a taste without punishment.” He smirked, flipping you so you hit the backrest, holding your arms up and…webbing You up against the headboard, “today I’m doing all the work."

And you didn’t mind it really. Like, at all.

[write-ur-wrongs]

Be Your Man

A/N: I know I say it every time, but seriously, thank you SO MUCH for your requests, anon or otherwise. It means the world to me that you trust me with your visions. Here’s a requested fic inspired by the song “Be Your Man” by Rhys Lewis! It’s angsty and has the slightest hint of smut if you look really hard. As always, there are no physical descriptions of the reader! I hope you like it - I cried at the end lmao. 

It’s not proof-read so I apologize in advance!! I really hope you like it. 

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Being with the bard was, in a word, comfortable.

His connections ensured you always had a soft bed in a warm inn waiting for you at the end of the day. His reputation and acclaim afforded you a higher status among villagers, scholars, and even knights. Everyone loved his music and adored his visits. With him, you were always welcome.

With him, every day was a gift and every evening a celebration. With him, you never found yourself in harm’s way. Never felt the gnawing pull of hunger or the ache of thirst. He never left your side and you had no reason to leave his. And he loved you, he really did. He showed you everyday, through his songs, his words, his touch.

You were his sun and you were, for lack of a kinder word, comfortable.

That isn’t something you were used to, being comfortable. Your life had been tumultuous from the start and you had hardened yourself accordingly. Everything you had you’d earned as a journeying blacksmith; working whatever you could to make a sale. Now though, having access to any workshop, material, or tradesman the continent could offer, you were at the height of your craft.

But still, nothing could ever compare to the blade you forged for Geralt.

It was stunning, perfectly balanced, crafted from your best steel and iron Geralt had been gifted from the mines of Mahakam. The ornate curve of the hilt took you days to perfect and the faceted garnet you’d set within the pommel shone brilliantly with a clarity that royal houses across the continent would envy.

“It’s exceptional,” he murmured, completely in awe, while examining your work, “how you manage to make your blades look so intricate without sacrificing quality, I’ll never understand.”

You bit your smile to keep yourself from gushing as you watched him wield the sword as if it was an extension of him. And it should be, as you crafted it with him in mind.

“Whoever buys this will be one lucky bastard,” he said as he came out of a mock-parry and pirouette.

“Oh, I’m not selling it!” you said, shaking your head at him as he sheathed the weapon.

“What? Y/N this could get you four maybe five hundred Novigrad crowns! Did someone commission you for it?”

“No, no, it’s a gift.”

“Y/N you are far too generous.” He admonished, attempting to hand the sword back to you.

“Hush, it’s for you.” You say, laying your hands over his, your eyes sparkling.

Gods the way he looked at you then. The way his face softened when you laid your hands over his, how his breath hitched when you took a step towards him. Your bodies so close, eyes flitting from his hooded lids to his lips, and when you finally –

“We’re just about there, darling!” Jaskier sang, pulling you out of your reverie just as the familiar ache began pulling at your lower belly.

“Ah! Y-yes! Wonderful!”

“Well look at you, you’re blushing! Are you remembering the last time we were here?” He teased flirtatiously, giving your thigh a squeeze.

“Mm you know me well,” you lied, quickly taking his hand in yours to get it off your thigh. “How much farther, would you say? I’m starving.”

“Not too long, darling.” He said softly, glad that you were watching the forest with rapt attention, and praying the sting of your deflection wouldn’t be too obvious should you turn to meet his eyes. You didn’t turn to look at him though, and that filled the bard with both relief and immense sadness.

Jaskier wasn’t a fool, he recognized your guilt, sensed the way your heart longed for another. But every now and then, when it was just the two of you, he was sure he saw joy in your eyes. You loved him, maybe not quite as he loved you, but he was certain you loved him.

She just loves him more. He smiled at you sadly, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand in silent resignation.

**

“God, I fucking love these beds!” you sighed blissfully, rolling onto your back. The pair of you had meant to get your room and then head out into the village to find work but you hadn’t been able to ignore the fire the earlier memories had ignited.

“Careful my sweet, or I’ll start to think you’re only with me for the fine accommodations.” Jaskier chanced, hoping you’d finally say the three words he so desperately wanted to hear you say, and see that you meant it.

“Ha! Shut up, Jask.” You laughed lightly, snuggling into his arms where you couldn’t catch the disappointment in his eyes, and where he couldn’t see the sadness in yours. Don’t go there, Y/N, you thought, Jask is Jask, and he loves you just fine.  

“Why don’t you let me,” you whisper, peppering his neck and jaw with kisses between words, desperate to get your mind off your witcher, “show you how much I love you?”

“Aa-euhm…” Jaskier let out a breathless squeal as your hand creeped between his thighs and he let himself be lost in your touch. Maybe, he thought, good enough could be enough.

**

You’d given up on the idea to go out to find work long before the sun had set on the village, but that surely didn’t keep work from finding you. The pair of you had barely settled yourselves at the table when you were recognized and showered in contracts.

“Please, madam, I know it’s not the priceless blades you normally work with, but my pots and pans are in desperate need to be replaced –”

“Of course, miss Eldridge,” you interrupted the inn’s owner gently, placing a light hand over hers to calm her nerves, “it would be a pleasure to help you. I’ve recently been working with new casting molds, and it would be an honour to sell you my first.”

“Oh, my! Thank you, Y/N, thank you!”

“No, thank you – this stew is easily the best we’ve ever had! It would be a crime if you weren’t able to keep serving.”

“Oh, you’re too kind!” she laughed humbly, giving your arm a squeeze in thanks before walking back to the kitchen.

You were beaming as you watched the woman practically skip back behind the heavy wooden door.

“What? Why are you staring?” you asked Jaskier, bringing your beer up for a long sip.

“I love watching you work; you shine like the stars on a winter’s night.” He said, reaching over to hold your hand in his.

“Ugh, Jask,” you groaned, wrinkling your nose at his poetics. “You’re such a cheeseball,” you teased him lightly, as you’d done many times before, but this time something flashed in his eyes.

“Hey! I know you were never showered in compliments when you were with Geralt, but-”

“What?!” you interrupted, practically spitting out your last sip.

Jaskier merely leaned back in his seat and gave you a one-shouldered shrug. You could tell he was trying to be aloof but in the six months you’d been together, the topic of Geralt had been a like a landmine. Someone always got hurt, actually, you both ended up hurt.

“What do you mean, ‘what’? I’m not wrong here, love.”

“Look, I didn’t mean to hurt you, Jask. It was a beautiful sentiment, really! I’m just – y-you know how I am with this kind of stuff.”

“I know, dear” he said quietly, keeping his eyes on his drink.

“I adore your work,” you added, your nerves heightened by his apparent sense of calm, “I’m just not… always comfortable being the subject.”

“My expressions of love make you uncomfortable now?” he scoffed, looking up at you with big, sad eyes.

“No! No, Jask. T-that’s not what I meant!” you put your drink down and scooted closer to him to take both his hands in yours. “Jaskier, please… I love you. This is how I love, it-it’s who I am, it’s how I am. Please, I’m sorry. I’ll be your star.”

Jaskier only shook his head slowly as he looked into your eyes. “I’ve seen you in love, Y/N. I believe you love me,” he said, giving your hands a squeeze, “but you’re not in love with me.”

“That isn’t true, Jask.” You whispered, blinking back heavy tears. You held his hands so tightly now, as if afraid he’d just disappear into thin air before you.

“It is though, and that’s okay.”

“Jaskier…”

“You know, you always use my name,” he said, nodding slightly as he thought, “not always my full name, but alas.”

You opened your mouth to disagree but couldn’t bring yourself to use a pet name, and so your mouth opened and closed silently like a fish. The bard looked at you knowingly with his large, knowing eyes, full of love but still heavy with sadness.

“Jaskier,” you finally conceded, feeling yourself crumble under his heavy gaze, “what’s happening?” you asked, your voice coming out of you like a strangled whisper.

“What do you want to happen?”

“I can’t lose you too.”

“‘Too’.” He repeated flatly.

You wanted to comfort him, to correct him, but nothing was coming to you. He wasn’t wrong, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him now.

“Why are we doing this now, Jask? I thought we were doing okay. I thought we were happy,” you finally managed to ask, your voice shaky.

“Look, I’m,” he tried, his own voice breaking despite himself, “I know I can’t compare with him.” He waited a beat to see if you’d interrupt him with a correction and when you didn’t, he rested his elbows on the table and leaned closer to you and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I know how you feel. How you’ve… been feeling. Y/N, Geralt is here. He walked in not long ago, and he’s sitting at the back the of bar.”

Everything went blurry. You could tell he was still talking to you it was like your ears were stuffed with cotton – everything was muffled but too loud. You were going to pass out. Or throw up. Or both. Every inch of you was screaming to turn around and look for him, but you were frozen in place like a deer who’d spotted the archer and heard the bow snap but just stood stock-still and let the arrow hit.

“Y/N,” Jaskier pulled your hands closer to him, pulling you back to reality along with them, “I made the decision that I’m okay being your second choice,” he swallowed thickly before continuing, “but now I need you to make a choice.”

You felt as though you’d just been struck. He was looking at you with too much kindness, too much understanding, too much compassion. Holding his gaze made you feel as though a knife was being twisted into your chest, but you were so afraid that if you looked away, he’d leave you.

“My dove,” he says softly as if reading your mind, “I love you and no matter what you chose I’ll be there for you, always. I just want you to be truly happy.”  

You squeezed your eyes shut to keep more tears from falling, but upon feeling him get up to leave the table, your eyes shot open and you let the tears fall.

Very softy, Jaskier cradled your face in his hand and gave your forehead a lingering kiss before pulling away.

“I’m going to head upstairs… I’ll see you up there?” he whispered hopefully.

You nodded up at him wordlessly and let the tears fall as you watched him head up the stairs.

Left alone, you wrapped your arms around yourself and bit your cheek until you tasted blood to keep yourself from openly sobbing. The bustle of the inn allowed you some sense of privacy, which you appreciated, but it also exacerbated your loneliness. Letting out a shaky breath, you poured the rest of your drink into your mouth and swished it around to wash away the blood before swallowing.

Jaskier knew. All these months you thought you were the only one hurting, the only one who felt the weight of the witcher’s memory, but you were wrong. Gods were you ever wrong.

You felt terrible, and far too sober. You quickly swiped at your tear-soaked face, picked up your empty stein and turned to make your way to the bar.

But then you saw him.

He was alone, as always, wearing the thick wool cape you loved. The hood wasn’t up so you could see that his snow-white hair was a mess of knots. His eyes were fixed on his drink, so you were saved from meeting his gaze. Gods, you’ve missed him, and fuck he looked good. And tired. Your heart broke at the sight of him.

Then he looked up at you and your breath caught in your throat. His rich, golden eyes were looking straight at you… and they were vacant. He was looking through you, not at you; he didn’t remember you or care to, and your already broken heart shattered once more.

I am nothing to him, you thought somberly, exchanging your empty mug for a full one. You took a deep, shaky breath and downed your beer in one go, slamming the stein back down decisively. But I’m everything to him, maybe that will be enough.

Before heading up the stairs to where you knew the bard was waiting, you allowed yourself one last look at Geralt, only to find he wasn’t at his table anymore. Seems the fates had decided for you, your thought, letting a hollow laugh escape your lips.

The staircase wasn’t especially long, but the trip up felt unending. You took every step slowly, allowing yourself these brief moments of grief over the official loss of your witcher before you committed yourself fully to Jaskier. No more daydreams, no more longing, no more imagining his large, strong arms around you while the bard’s sinewy frame enveloped you.

You had just about convinced yourself that you’d made the right decision when you spotted him, leaning against the wall at the top of the stairs.

“G-Geralt,” you breathed, feeling yourself smile despite yourself.

“Y/N.”

“What, um, how – uh, hi,” you stuttered, needing to look up at the ceiling to keep yourself from completely melting under the burn of his gaze.

“Hm,” he hummed, taking a hesitant step towards you, “still the wordsmith I see.”

“Hilarious,” you retorted, falling effortlessly back into your habits. “I’m happy to see you’ve still got my blade,” you said, nodding to the sword behind his back.

“Of course,” he breathed, now dangerously close to you. “I take you with me everywhere.”

“You mean my blade?” you scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“No.” he said, his eyes boring into you, sparking the flame you’d spent so long trying to tamp out. “Are you here with him?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

“You know I am.” You replied defensively, irrationally angry to hear him bring up the bard.

“How is he?”

“He’s fine,” you spat, but seeing the way Geralt’s eyes softened knowingly at you, you couldn’t help but to backpedal your aggression. “He’s Jaskier, you know? All silver linings and sunshine.”

“I’m sure,” he murmured, casting his eyes downward as he remembered his friend’s almost insufferable positively. “And you? Are you happy?”

“Geralt…” you practically groaned, crossing your arms to keep the heat radiating off of him from taking over you.

“Are you?” he insisted, reaching over to let his warm, calloused fingers ghost over your forearm. The feeling lit your body on fire and left an obvious layer of goosebumps in their wake.

He was standing so close to you know, you could smell the leather, cedar, and smoke emanating off of him, just like it always had. You could feel his breath on your face. Despite yourself, you looked up at him through your lashes. His proximity was intoxicating, inexplicably comforting.

“This is cruel… you’re being cruel…” you whispered, wiping stubborn tears away but not taking a step in any direction, unable to risk his leaving if you were to move.

“Y/N…”

“He loves me, Geralt, so much.” You insisted, almost like a mantra.

“But are you happy?” Now he was whispering. He sounded sad, his deep gravelly voice melting over you like sunlight after a frozen night.

“Geralt –” you warned, shaking your head.

“Answer me.”

“No. I-I’m not.”

“You’re not going to answer me?”

“I’m not happy.” You conceded, the truth of the statement washing over you as you heard yourself say it.

“Me either.”

You looked up at Geralt then, letting yourself take in the sight of him in full; his eyes, big and sad and fierce as ever, his brows furrowed, creating that deep crease you so desperately wanted to reach up and soothe, his mouth, his lips. You were barely inches from each other now, all you had to do was tip your chin, stand a little straighter…

He closed the gap between you then, his lips crashing into yours hungrily. You fully surrendered yourself to him, reveling in the feeling of his body against yours and you let yourself be happy, insanely, deliriously happy, for the first time in months.

***

Jaskier sat on the edge of the bed, his head in both hands, and sobbed. His broken breath echoed around the empty room, sporadically drowning out the sound of his best friend kissing the love of his life on the other side of the door.

She was never mine, he thought as sobs broke through him.

She was never mine.

[tomuratease]

the morning of shigaraki’s birthday <3

synopsis: shigaraki with an s/o who wants to celebrate his birthday!!

genre: fluff !

reader type: gender neutral

minor shigaraki backstory spoilers!

a/n: a lil birthday special for my fav bnha character, i had to do it for him! so i hope all my fellow shigaraki simps love this :)

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april 4th. you knew what today was you wouldn’t shut up about since the first day of the month. tomura was never one to celebrate, he claimed “it wasn’t important” and that it was “just another day”.

you knew that he probably hadn’t celebrated his birthday since the death of his family but you were going to change that. no matter how much he whined and complained about not wanting to celebrate, you knew deep down he would love to be pampered by you all day.

by 10:30 AM, you’re already up and groggily making your way to the kitchen where you would make tomura’s favorite breakfast foods.

although many would consider 10:30 late in the morning, it was more than early for you and tomura who usually slept in even longer than usual on Sundays.

you played some music at a decent volume, it wasn’t too soft but wasn’t blasting either. tomura is a pretty deep sleeper unless he senses danger. so while you chopped up peppers to go into his omelet, he peacefully laid asleep in your shared bed.

when you had finished making breakfast, it had rolled around to noon. placing the food on a plate and pouring a glass of water, you quietly pranced into your & shigaraki’s room which was sparsely but cutely decorated.

placing the plate and drink on the bedside table, you sat down on the bed beside shigaraki’s sleeping figure. his light blue hair, which was slowly fading into a snowy white was splayed against the pillow while his features remained laced with intimidation but a reserved sense of softness.

you tucked some of his soft locks behind his ear before cupping his cheek and gently brushing your thumb against it. immediately, he leaned into the touch of your soft hands. your heart swelled at the mere sight of such a dangerous man acting so...sweet.

“happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you.” you softly began singing while you run your hands through the fluffy locks of blue.

tomura’s eyes quickly fluttered open as he nudged his head deeper into your fingers. there you were, smiling with a party hat strapped to your head.

“what the actual hell-“ he mumbled as he leaned up to see your smiling figure.

“happy birthday my love.” you smiled as you pushed the plate of food towards him.

“you didn’t have to do all of this, baby. i told you there’s no real reason to celebrate,” he mumbled as he began picking at his food.

“tenko shimura.” you scolded as you placed your hand on the side of his head.

his head quickly popped up at the sound of his given name. it was no odd occurrence, you had been with tomura for almost 2 years now and you knew all about his past, including his given name. it always made his heart flutter when the words left your mouth, you made them sound so sweet. so comforting, instead of the bitter feeling he used to associate with the name.

“do i look like i really give a fuck if you think today is worth a celebration or not? i’m celebrating either way because i’m so glad that you were born & i love and care for you. therefore, we are celebrating.” you explained, a slight puff in your chest while you let the pride and confidence infiltrate your body.

tomura had now looked away while the wild blush consumed his face. normally, he wasn’t one to get this worked up but when you’re being so blunt with your feelings about him. he can’t help the erratic beating of his heart and the burning in his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

worldlessly, he leaned over his food and placed a kiss on your hairline. his lips lingered on your forehead for a moment before he pulled away, a small smile on his face.

“thank you, love. for everything,” he stated, the blush consuming his face even more if that was possible. your smile was radiating the happiness you felt, just happy to know that tenko actually felt safe and loved with you was more than enough to bring you pure ecstasy.

“you also look dumb as fuck with that party hat,” he replied smugly as he pulled the small elastic strap that was attached to your chin.

“oww, that hurt you asshat,” you mumbled as you rubbed the sore spot on your chin.

“you love this asshat,” he mumbled, rice and ketchup covering the sides of his mouth. you could only giggle at how content he looked while eating the omelet.

this was love with shigaraki. although confusing at times, it was moments like these that reminded shigaraki someone actually cared and allowed him to be vulnerable. all thanks to you, y/n l/n.

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a/n: my obsession with shiggy came in handy but i really love this >.< although, posted a bit late for his bday, i hope you all still enjoy. i might post a little later today as well! comments & reblogs appreciated <3

[bucky-iss-bae]

Drunken Confessions - (Billy Russo x Reader)

A/N: This is a shamblessss, I lowkey love it though. It’s been in my head a while, idc if I done what I wanted, but it is what it is. FLUFF AF 

Fandom: Marvel’s The Punisher

Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF 

Word Count: 1600ish

Getting older you realised how bad your tolerance with alcohol had gotten. Whenever it was girls night, you were guaranteed to be black out wasted by the time it came to getting home. Last time you don’t even know how you got home.

Tonight was no different. You don’t remember calling someone to pick you up, but you definitely had a ride home.

Billy was sat drinking with Frank and Curtis, a few other guys they knew had joined them, they were in a different bar, playing snooker, poker, a few others. Billy wasn’t drinking, he didn’t like drinking unless in the right environment.

He was currently winning in snooker when his phone started going off. He checked it seeing it was you who had called, he then realised it was nearly 2am. 

“Give me a minute” He murmured before answering the call, “Hey baby, you good?” He asked,

“Billy” You cheered excitedly, “You know how you lo-love me” You cut off hiccupping there before you slurred out the rest of your speech, “Please come get me.”

He looked around, smiling to himself glad that he could use you as an excuse to get out of this. Despite nearly taking easy money from one of the guys that piss him off.

“Yeah, I’m on my way” He told you before throwing some money down, telling Frank and Curtis where he was headed before leaving to find you.

You were outside of the bar, drunk off your head, but singing an old song that was playing from the inside. A proper 90s throwback.

“Hey Y/N, your mans here now. Get home safe” one of your friends said kissing your cheek, you shouted after them saying you love them,

“Hey baby, you ready to go?” Someone asked from behind you, you turned around and grimaced at them,

“Excuse me, I’ve got a boyfriend”

Billy chuckled at you shaking his head, “I’m sorry, come on let’s get you home” He said leading you towards his car,

“Are you taking me to Billy?” You asked him pouting,

“I am Billy sweetheart” He said making sure you got in the car properly,

You gasped at that, “No you’re not. Billy isn’t an uber driver.”

Billy started laughing at that, “Lets just get you home” he said,

Billy adored you, the way you were so sweet and innocent, the complete opposite of how he is. When you first started dating, he was apprehensive to say the least. It took you both to work as a team to break each other’s walls down.

He loved how sweet, patient, and loving you were with him. He almost seemed as if he were touch starved before you came along. You became his everything, his reason for getting up in the morning, for working hard knowing one day you’ll start a family together. And for you it was the same. Billy because someone you felt safe with, someone who felt like home. Who bought out an adventurous side to you, but also kept you, you. The two of you worked in perfect harmony together.

He stared down at you while you continued to sing the song that was on in the club before he started talking to you.

“How was your night sweetheart?” he asked you,

“It was good. I missed Billy though” You grimaced,

“You did? Why?”

“Because it’s Billy. Although I had a good time with my friends, but Billy… he’s just ugh. He’s amazing”

“Is he now?” He asked smirking to himself,

“Uh, yes. Duh! How can you not know?” You mumbled under your breath, “Billy is amazing, and every man out there should be jealous of him” You stated,

“They should, should they?” He asked wanting to see what leverage he could get against you,

“Yup. He’s just so perfect, like don’t tell him, his head will get too big otherwise. But he’s so perfect and I love him. One day we’re gonna have a whole family, I can’t wait. Billy doesn’t know yet though. But we’re having a big family. I want a big family. And we’ll do like cute Christmas card pictures, and we’ll do like family vacations to Disney Land, and life will be perfect.”

He smiled fondly at your words was but let you continue,

“Also, he’s just so nice to look at” You said pouting, “It makes me sad though. He doesn’t realise how fucking sexy his face is, he’s all like ‘oh but people stare at my scars’” He rose his eyebrows at how you mimicked him but was amused at the same time. “in reality, they stare because my man, whoooaaa, he’s sexy as hell. People stare because guys wish they were like him. And girls stare because they want me to punch them for staring at my man. Hah. I’m the only one that can ride that dick and face!” You grinned triumphally while sitting back.

“You want to ride my face then huh sweetheart?” Billy asked you, the thoughts driving him crazy, but he wouldn’t do anything with you tonight. Not when you don’t even recognise him.

“Ew not you. Billy’s. Billy Russo!” You said, “My boyfriend. I already told you! If you fucking try to touch me, he’ll beat you up. That’s right, my man knows how to fight”

Billy couldn’t get rid of the smile on his face even if he tried, watching you like this was something he heard stories about. Even from Karen, how when you get blackout drunk, you don’t recognise anyone or anything. That worried him slightly, but after realising the people you drink like that with know this, and take care of you, it eases his worries slightly. Only slightly.

“Does he now. I know how to fight as well” Billy replied back while he was parking the car,

“I don’t care. Are we going to see Billy now?” You asked turning to him, instead he was half way out of the car, and ready to help you out of your side.

In the light you could see his features a bit more clearly, “Billyy” You yelled jumping up into his arms once he opened the door causing him to laugh,

“I got you baby” he said while locking the car up, and you still in his arms,

You grabbed either side of his face and started to pepper kisses all over his face, “My damn sexy man. I missed you tonight. I had fun though. But I missed you, when we go upstairs, can we have some a little bit of fun. Just a little bit. Please billy, I missed you and your dick” You pouted,  

“We’ll see baby. You’re a little drunk right now” Billy also knew that drunk you was consistently horny. Especially when he was around.

“No I’m not. Just a little bit, I promise” He rose his eyebrows once more at that as he listened to you ramble on about how you’re not drunk until you guys reached your apartment.

“I’m going to put you on the bed, and get you out of this okay” He said to you,

He helped take your outfit off, he then got you a top of his despite your reluctance before he took you to your shared bathroom and sat you on the counter. He had also stripped off and quickly washed and moisturised his face before moving to you, helping you brush your teeth and use your mouthwash before he got to the skincare.

“Baby, we gotta take your makeup off, and do your skincare okay” He said,

“Then we can have fun?” You mumbled,

“Hmm, we’ll see baby. Just sit still for me okay” He started by removing your lashes and then makeup, he then used a gentle cleanser despite nearly getting water everywhere, he then applied the toner you do every day, he added on your eye cream, then serum, before finally moisturising your face.

By this point you were falling asleep in his hands, literally.

“You good baby?” He whispered to you,

You just nodded, “I’m tired Billy” You clung to him like a koala, your head resting in the crook of his neck,

“Let’s go sleep then yeah?” He asked as the two of you laid down, as clingy as you got when you were drunk, Billy wouldn’t change any of it, it was nice knowing that he meant this much to you, trusted you this much. He just smiled thinking back to the way you were in the journey here, the things you were saying, all the things he had been dreaming about with you. Thinking about everything as you drifted to sleep.

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When you woke up the following morning (Afternoon) you were shocked to see Billy in bed beside you still, your head was resting on his chest, and he was sat watching TV, he wore only grey sweats, telling you that he had already seen some of his day.

After he passed you your water, and tablets he smirked down at you,

“So a whole army of kids huh? That’s something I could get on board with” He smirked down at you causing you to look confused before briefly remembering the car ride home, “Oh lets not forget you wanna go for a ride as well, you’ve got two options, my face or dick”

“Billy” You whined, “Shh, tease me later when I can live up to it” you grumbled,

He just laughed loudly at you before kissing your forehead and muttering an apology. “But for real, I want at least 5 kids” He then said causing you to giggle while shoved your face into his neck. 

[backhurtyy]

Oh so yoda is like crazy. Likes he’s just bonkers I guess now that’s so funny lol. Then he’s like “actually I’m so wise 😌” slay I guess, get it Iroh. Lando! It’s the guy! He and Han have explored each other’s bodies. And Boba Fett is here! I think he’s my sisters bfs favorite character I know who he is a little. I was looking at Lego figures for the ships now that I know about them and good lord they’re expensive. I had never seen the whole “I am your father” scene like all the way through and what happens after before today and man. Luke is having a rough day. I really feel for this guy. I’m glad you’re feeling better! I was gonna threaten a heating pad, idk what that means but I was gonna do it. - 🤍

yoda is an insane little toad guy and i am torn between loving him and wanting to drop kick him across the galaxy. like he will tell you the most incomprehensible riddle and then fucking die. right in front of you, like it’s nothing. although when he beats up artoo with his walking stick in a new hope…. that is one of the best cinematic moments of all time i’m sorry i don’t make the rules.

han and lando are sooooo fruity like what was the reason mr. lucas why did you do that 🤨

ong yeah lego sets are sooooo expensive already and then you pepper in the fact that they’re star wars and it’s like. why. i just want to build little figures of my blorbos and their ships why are they five million dollars

THE MOST ICONIC SCENE EVER IT HAS EVERYTHING LIKE ‘luke. i am your father.’ ‘NOOOOOOOO!’ *signature skywalker handslice* *falls from a city in the sky* *force calls to his sister* WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT

[fckinsupreme]

Would you be willing to write some shower sex with Xavier please? Maybe the two of you are roommates and have a fwb deal going on but neither of you know that you’re both actually into each other.

The warm spray of the shower was refreshing, and you’re glad that you chose now to take one. Your two roommates, Chet and Xavier, always hogged the hot water, leaving you with cold for most showers. But now, it was your time to revel in the heat of the shower, and you’re thoroughly enjoying it. You wish it didn’t have to end, but you also knew they would be home likely any minute.

As if on cue, the door to the bathroom was opening.

You stand completely still, holding your breath as you try to determine who it might be. You think it could be Chet, having returned from his workout to play a prank on you. But the footfall didn’t seem heavy or loud enough to be Chet’s, and that only left one more option. You grin widely as you wait, turning your body slightly as the shower curtain parts to reveal the very person you hoped it would be.

“Hey, Xavier,” you say, eyeing the male before throwing him a wink.

Xavier Plympton was an aspiring actor, and your first roommate. The two of you got along so well, and maybe even a little /too/ well. You became friends with benefits about four months into living together, and the two of you had sex when the occasion called for it. Lately, that seemed to be more often than not, and the two of you came up with your own excuses as to why you should sleep together: Being stood up, being bored, being unable to fuck anyone else at the time, the list was seemingly endless.

While neither of you had told Chet outright, you knew that he had to be aware of it. He would have to be a fool not to notice the sounds coming from your room, the way your clothes were strewn around the apartment before you both emerged from your room or Xavier’s, the flushed skin, the knowing glances. But then again, like Xavier, Chet didn’t seem to be the brightest bulb in the box. Maybe he /didn’t/ know, but that didn’t bother you. The less people knew, the better.

“Hi, baby,” Xavier says excitedly as he undresses, kissing your cheek as he steps into the shower. “It was a hell of a workout at the studio and I didn’t have time to shower before I left. Plus, I really missed you and wanted to get back as soon as possible.”

“I missed you, too,” you breathe, pulling him below the running water and kissing him passionately.

Xavier presses your body tightly to his, holding you there with one arm around your torso. You make sure your tits are shoved against his chest, moving your body as you make out and delighting in the desperate whimpers that fall past his lips. You smile into the kiss, sighing happily when it ends so that he can kiss down your throat.

“Do you know the biggest thing I missed about you today?” Xavier questions, his icy blue eyes on yours as you shake your head. “I missed that awesome pussy of yours.”

“Awesome pussy?” you ask with a giggle. “That’s so hot.”

“Shush,” Xavier says playfully as he laughs as well, kissing between your wet breasts, down your stomach, and dropping completely to his knees in front of you. “I missed it so fucking much.”

“Do something about it, then,” you challenge, pushing some of your wet hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“I plan on it, babe,” he says, kissing over your mound with a hum. “You just sit back and enjoy.”

Your head tips back momentarily before you gaze down at him. He’s the most beautiful man in the world to you; there was no argument or question about it. You liked him so much that it made your heart ache, knowing that he was so close yet so far from you. Within arms reach, right within your sights, yet still running farther and farther away...

You meet his eyes, and you’re pretty certain you see something like adoration in them. It wasn’t the first time you noticed, but you always played it off as wishful thinking. You didn’t want to accept the fact that he might like you back, because acceptance would only open you to disappointment and heartbreak. It was a risk and at this point, you weren’t quite ready to take it.

But if not now, when?

Xavier’s tongue finally meets your aching cunt, and your entire body seems to snap forward under his touch. You hold onto his hair with one hand, the other grabbing the bar on the wall to brace yourself. You whimper as his mouth explores your pussy, his tongue gliding up, then down, and back again. Your eyes close, head falling back as you moan hotly. Xavier smiles against you, his icy gaze not leaving your face as you buck forward slightly.

“Xav...” you breathe, his lips enveloping your clit as he sucks generously, his tongue swirling around it. He growls softly, shaking his head before pulling away. “No, don’t—“

“I got my fill for now, babe,” he says as he stands, pulling you to his chest. “Maybe later I’ll spend a little more time down there. But until then...���

He spins you around until you’re facing the shower wall, rubbing his cock across your folds before sinking inside of you. You moan hotly, clenching around him as your eyes roll back from the pleasure. He seats himself, giving a few shallow thrusts to tease you. You reach back to grab his arm, the other braced on the bar to keep from slipping. He pants in your ear, groaning a little before setting a proper rhythm as he holds onto you.

“I love how you take my cock,” he says in your ear, moving some wet hair from it. He tugs your earlobe between his teeth, one of his hands grabbing your breast. “You fit me like a fucking glove.”

You don’t say anything in reply, your jaw agape as the pleasure overwhelms you. You push down against him, and he peppers kisses along the back of your shoulder as he thrusts quickly inside of you. Your knuckles turn white as you grip the bar tightly, your lips parted as he rams directly into your sweet spot. He chuckles a little in your ear, rolling your nipple between two fingers before kissing the shell of your ear.

“Make more noise,” he says. “I want to hear you, baby.”

“What about Chet?” you question. “If he comes home, he’s gonna hear.”

“I don’t care,” Xavier says, both hands on your hips now as he drills into your cunt. “Be as loud as you can for me.”

Xavier pounds into your pussy, and you oblige his request. You moan loudly, crying out every time he rams into your sweet spot, your nails digging into his arm as he fucks into you. Your jaw hangs open, wet clumps of hair sticking to your neck and cheeks, others hanging down in stringy wet pieces. Xavier soon grabs it, and you expect him to yank your head back. But he doesn’t; instead, he pushes it behind your neck, stroking your cheek tenderly with his thumb as he caresses your cheek. It’s such a contrast from the way he’s fucking you right now, and you open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it.

“You’re so sexy, did you know that?” Xavier breathes. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Right back at you,” you say with a giggle, moaning as he gently holds your hip. “Your cock always feels amazing, Xavier. There isn’t anyone else who can fuck me like you can.”

“Really?” Xavier asks, and you turn to see the smug expression on his face. “I’ve spoiled you for others?”

“Mmm hmm,” you say, pushing against his thrusts. “Your cock is so good.”

“I guess I am, huh?” Xavier asks with a giggle, pushing himself deeper as he twitches inside of you. “I’m gonna—“

“Do it,” you beg. “Fuck, please. Cum inside of me.”

He cums almost immediately after you speak, moaning your name loudly in your ear as he thrusts through his orgasm. His sticky, warm cum coats your walls, his eyes rolling back for a moment as he grins. His forehead presses to your shoulder as he regains himself, his fingers moving down to lazily toy with your clit in an attempt to bring on your own orgasm. But what he says next is something that you never expected, and your heart begins to beat rapidly in your chest at the words that slip from his lips:

“I love you.”

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[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

Let It Die

Chapter 2: If You Love Me

Summary: Loki makes a plan with Thor to win back Reader’s heart.

Your room had become your personal ice castle. Small frozen ice sculptures were decorating your window sills while a light ring of frost surrounded the window panes. Snow lightly covered your dresser and nightstand while your bed was piled high with thick blankets. Not that you really needed them. As an ice queen once said: the cold never bothered you anyway.

Not that your were like the ice mutant on the X-Men team; you couldn’t turn your whole body into movable ice. But you thrived when the temperature dropped. Which was also a downside. You could never go on missions in desert areas. No moisture in the air meant no powers for you.

When you met Loki, you felt all your dreams came true. You never had to worry about accidentally freezing him in your sleep. And with your mutation, his frost giant skin never harmed you. Not that he showed that form very often.

He had a sweet side to him no one else had seen and could make you feel like the most important person in the world. Loki also had the bad habit of cutting you into pieces, as if dissecting you would help him understand humanity better. All he accomplished was cutting into your self esteem.

You couldn’t understand why you were so upset. It was no secret that he would have outlived you without even trying. There were rumors, whispers that there were ways to make a mortal live as long as an Asgardian - er, frost giant. But since Loki never once brought it up in the two years you had dated, you just assumed there was no truth to them. And you hated the idea of looked so old and worn next to him in 50 years while he looked untouched by time.

There was a gentle knock on the door followed by a familiar voice. “Hey hon. Can we come in? We promise mortals only.”

You smiled and shook your head before opening the door to let Natasha and Wanda in. “Hey guys. Sorry about earlier. I just wasn’t in the mood to look at yet another gift from the dumbass.”

“Don’t worry about it. If anything, it’s been the liveliest we’ve seen you in months!” Wanda sat down on your bed and immediately wrapped a blanket around her. Nat followed suit. Both of their breaths were visible.

“Well, sorry about the temp in here, then.” You chuckled as you sat back down. “I guess I don’t have many guests in here as of late.”

“It’s ok, really. Your comfort is number one right now.” Nat tried to reassure you. “Besides, we were hoping to get you to leave your igloo tonight.”

You laughed again. “Ok, ok. I get it. My powers have been out of control lately. Every time I think I’m back to normal, Loki comes around and fucks it up all over again.”

“Want me to kill him?” Nat asked, deadpanned.

“Thanks, but that won’t help. My problem is I still love the asshole. And I don’t even know why! Yeah, he could be really romantic at times and-“ you paused and gave the girls a side glance, "other reasons as well. I’ll spare you.”

“Thanks,” Nat pretended to gag. “I personally don’t see it, but I also had to battle against him at one time.”

You smirked. “Fair. But man, he could really be a douche at times. I don’t even think he realized he was doing it half the times. I’d do something and instead of being proud, he’d point out what I did wrong. Made me want to punch him in the nuts.”

“So why do you hang on?“ You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "I mean no offence, but it seems like there a small part of you that still hangs on. Like I get you still love the guy, but what’s there that’s making you hang on instead of trying to move on?”

You sighed and leaned back into your chair. “Ok, so maybe I do know why I still love him. Loki…. has this side that no one but Thor and I have seen and I wish he would let it out around more people. He has an amazingly kind heart. Yeah, I know, I know.” You held up your had as Nat opened her mouth. “I literally just said the man could be a douche at times. The times he criticized me, it was for things that pertained to our job. I didn’t throw the knife right. My stance is too wide. I breathe too loud, the enemy will hear me. But when it came to everyday life…. he could’t praise me enough. He loved to watch me cook and listen to me sing. Snow days…” you sighed, “those were my favorite. But I wanted his approval for work. How could we work together on a mission when all I could think about was how I wasn’t doing something correctly? And then the mortality thing….”

“It all comes down then to if he can reign in how much he criticizes your work would it be worth it to try again when he’ll just outlive you?”

“Pretty much. But I doubt that will happen. That man likes to think he’s the best when it comes to fighting and war. Just because he’s a freakin’ god.”

Wanda looked over at Nat and nodded her head. “Ok, sweetie. Enough moping! We’re getting your out of here and clearing your head. So get dressed, it’s time for a night out!”

You couldn’t help the smile. “Yeah, maybe that is a good idea. If I clear my head maybe I’ll be able to control my powers better even if I never make a decision about Loki.”

“That’s the spirit!” They left you to change your clothes and you opted for dark black pants, black and silver boots, and a icy blue top.

You met the girls in the common area and Nat had opted for a stunning tight, black dress while Wanda wore a dress the same shade of red as her hair. The three of you piled into a car Nat had hired for the night and headed into town. Wanda picked out a very upscale club and the three of you managed to talked you way in past the bouncer and the incredibly long line. The place was packed but the three of you managed to make your way over to the bar to grab a drink before trying to find a table.

“Man, it’s hella packed in here! Maybe we should have invited Stark so we could abuse the VIP section.” You shouted over the music.

“You rang?”

You whirled around to find Tony at your side. “What are you doing here?”

“Night out, of course! I even brought my own lady.” Pepper looped her arm in his. “Actually, Nat told us what she had planned for tonight and we decided to tag along. We’ve been worried about you.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Tony leaned over and kissed your forehead. “Don’t worry about it, kid. We’re all here tonight.”

“We?”

Tony just smirked and held out his other arm. You couldn’t help the grin as you took it so he could lead you across the crowded club. People immediately parted out of the way of your entourage as you made your way to the VIP corner. There a mix of your friends were waiting for you: Sam, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Rhodey, Vision, and Maria.

“Young Mr. Parker sends his regards. He was dying to come here, but I wasn’t about to break the rules to sneak him in.”

“Glad to hear you’re trying to be a good influence on the kid, Stark.”

“I have my moments.”

You climbed into the booth next to Thor while Tony and Rhodey pulled over another set of table and chairs. “So you guys subjected yourself to an overly crowded club just because you were worried about me?”

“Of course, Dear ____!” Thor’s voice easily boomed over the music. “We are your friends and we care about you.”

You looked down at your drink as you spoke to Thor. “And what about your brother?”

“Loki sends his regards if you’ll have them. He acknowledges he has been an ass to you lately.”

A corner of your mouth twitched upwards. “It’s what he does best.”

“If I may, I would like to say something on his behalf.” You took a deep breath but nodded your head yes. “My brother is not the best at expressing his feelings. A trait, I am afraid, he learned from Odin. You do not have to give him a second chance, but I would hope you could at least have one last conversation with him before making your finally decision.”

You took a long gulp of your drink before answering. “Alright, I will. For you, Thor. You’ve always been like a brother to me. If this means so much to you, then I will.”

Thor’s face lit up as he smiled at you. “I was hoping you would say yes. Now we can get to your surprise!”

“My what?”

Before Thor could answer, the DJ’s voice rang out through the speakers. “This next one is a request. Dedicated to the Icy Monarch from the Frost Giant!”

You whipped your head to look at Thor. “Loki’s here?! What’s going on?”

Thor held up one hand. “Just listen, Dear _____.”

The song began to swirl around you:

I cut you into pieces Searching for your imperfections I had plans to make you whole But all my threads couldn’t stop the bleeding There’s nothing left, but I’m not leaving When all I know is you

You’re breath caught in your throat as you listened to the lyrics.

I’ve been looking for a way To bring you back to life And if I could find a way, then I would bring you back tonight I’d make you look, I’d make you lie I’d take the coldness from your eyes But you told me, if you love me Let it die

Your eyes stare right through me Ignoring my failed attempts to Breathe back life into your veins But I can’t start your cold heart beating You’re so far gone, but I’m not leaving When all I know is you

It was like your relationship and the last two months following the break up coming to life in front of your eyes. And then he walked into your line of sight and goddamn, he could always make a suit look good. Black suit, black shirt, a tie as green as his eyes, and a small black box in his hands. Your heart raced as he quietly walked up to you and set the box by your drink. Everyone at the table sat as still as statues, not wanting to disturb the scene in front of them.

You reached for the box and began to open it as the end of the song rang out:

And you left me more dead Than you’ll ever know When you left me alone I’ve been looking for a way To bring you back to life And if I could find a way, then I would bring you back tonight I’d make you look, I’d make you lie I’d take the coldness from your eyes But you told me, if you love me Let it die

Inside the box was a single gold apple. It was the oddest thing Loki had ever given you and you weren’t sure as to what it was. Picking it up, it was instantly clear that the apple was far lighter than you expected and softer as well. As if you could actually eat the golden fruit.

You raised your eyes back up to the Trickster God. “My dear, I have behaved horribly towards you. You loved me more than I ever deserved and I couldn’t even give you what you needed. If it is possible, I would like a second chance to prove I can be worthy of your love. And in exchange, I present the Golden Apple of Idun’s orchard.”

“I’m-I’m sorry. A what?”

“A golden apple. It is to be consumed by a mortal wishing to extend their life. Forgive me, I never brought them up before as I feared you would only want the apple. Not me. No one has ever wanted me for what I was.”

You looked up into his eyes. “I did. In any form you would give me.”

He knelt down by your side. “I know that now and I am a fool for not seeing it sooner. I know it is asking for the world, but I would love to give us a second chance. Because you are my world.”

Your lower lip trembled and you placed the apple back before closing the lid on the box. Loki’s face fell. “I cannot accept this apple.”

“Of course. I understand.” He lowered his eyes.

“Loki, please let me finish.” You placed your hand under his chin and lifted his face so he was looking at you again. “I will not accept this apple at this time. We first need to talk about the problems we have and if it’s possible to fix them. Only after we have gotten our footing back will I eat the apple for you.”

“So…”

“Yes, Loki. I will give us a second chance.”

Loki’s joy was clear on his face and beyond words. He stood up, pulling you with him, so he could engulf you in a hug. “I promise to make myself worthy of this chance. You are my love.”

“And you are my Frost Giant.” You gave him a quick kiss.

[thequeenb]

Who Knew A Car Accident Would Bring Us Closer?

I know that i disappeared but guess who is back😏

My routine is very simple. I get up early, i take a shower, i brush my teeth, i put on a glamorous outfit and i drive in the heart of the city to buy a ridiculously overpriced coffee.

Today i was in a good mood. The gala was near and things with Zoey seems to get better. What always ruin it is Poppy and her attitude whenever she sees me. I roll my eyes turning the radio on and oh my god this my song!

I sing along as my body moves to the rhythm, i am a good driver dont get me wrong but when my favourite song plays i can be clumsy. Driving in the city is an annoying habit i had to get used to. When i was driving back in Farmsville things were less complicated and ugh don't get me started with the bad driving skills some people have

I am near the parking lot of the University when my favourite part comes up and i close my eyes for a brief second to feel the music as i sing along the last verse. But then the music stops, and when i open my eyes i see another car coming with full speed towards me. My instincts kick in as i try to avoid it but soon all i can feel is glass spraying around.

I don't dare to open my eyes as i am shocked and overwhelmed. I try to move but the airbag is suffocating me. Think Bea, think. My free arm tried to reach out for my phone as i hear voices around my car. If only i was more focused on the road, damnit!

My anxiety takes over as i try to breathe and only then a man is on the side of my door screaming

"Hey! Are you okay in there? The paramedics are on their way, please hold on"

His voice fades away and my stomach turns. I didn't even notice the pool of blood around my chest, what the fuck is happening. Zoey, i need to call Zoey right now, but before i try to find my phone a familiar sweet voice calls out to me

"Bea are you okay? Please respond to me" despite the current situation i have a faint smile, how adorable she is worried about me.

"Zoey.." thats all i manage to say in hope she heard me

Everything feels heavier as minutes pass by and all i can feel is the blood running down my body. Its a weird sensation really, but i wish none of you ever get to see what it feels like. Everything is sticky and wet but all i can do is try to keep my eyes open.

I wonder who had the audacity to hit my car but then i feel guilty remembering that i am the one to blame mostly. Soon enough i can hear sirens and i am finally relieved.

After several tries the paramedics got me out of the car and the bright light of the sun is blinding. I know i shouldn't complain but what if this is my last moment? Ugh i am sure Poppy is laughing right now with her friends, i can even imagine the conversation

"Did you hear what happened to Hughes? That silly farm girl got into a car accident"

Ugh what am i even thinking. I feel a soft material underneath me and i hardly get a glance around me. I can see Professor Kingsley looking at me with her worrying eyes, then there is Zoey next to me fighting with a woman to let her come with me in the ambulance and is that? No my mind is playing tricks i lost a lot of blood. But no its really her. I see Poppy approaching the man that probably hit my car and she is yelling? Very funny brain, don't mess with me right now. She is happy not sad i am sure

Before i can think more the doors of the ambulance closed but i feel a warmth in my hand

"I am here Bea, please hold on" Of course its Zoey and she is holding my hand tight, i cant imagine how scared she is but i am glad she is here with me. I feel so tired i need to rest my eyes, no no! I have seen to many movies about people dying this way i need to stay awake.

I can feel my heart beat in every sore part of my body, the blood is now dry and uncomfortable, my breath is getting slower and slower. The bright lights above me are painful and the voices around me start to fade. Don't tell me this is the end. I didn't win the crown yet to rub it in Poppy's face, i didn't see her shock after i am pronounced the Queen of Belvoire but wait. Why the hell am i thinking of her that much?

My eyes cant stay open anymore despite my numerous tries, i can hear Zoey encouraging me with the nurses but i give up into my desire to rest. I squeeze her hand one last time before i pass out.

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How many of you watch Grey's anatomy? Don't lie i am sure some of you have, especially with Sandra Oh that good looking woman god, but thats not the point, don't lie to me. Well despite your answers this is what it feels like. I can hear the machines around me as well as my heart beating steadily

How did things get this sad so fast? It was supposed to be a normal day for me but i guess i had to ruin it. I wonder who's here with me and oh my god i am about to have a heart attack. Next to me is standing who? No guess..i will give you a hint, blonde hair..rich girl..who am i kidding, its the one and only Poppy Min-Sinclair

I blink a couple of times and she notices. Don't tell me she was here the whole time, maybe she came to make fun of me, is Veronica here? Does she film my failure? Oh. We are alone great.

"You are awake" she says as she is slowly approaching

Its hard to speak but i try to do some effort "I guess you are disappointed" i say smiling but she doesn't, she actually looks concerned

"I knew you were bad at almost everything but being a bad driver is so embarrassing Hughes" she roll her eyes, sitting in a chair next to my bed

Oh hell no who says that? Is that what comforting means to her?

"If you are here to make fun of me do me a favour and close the door behind when you leave" i don't look at her, instead i turn around, i am to tired for this conversation

"I was the one who saw the accident" she says and to my surprise she sits up to study me closer

"When i saw your cheap- ah..when i saw your car i was the one who called the paramedics you know"

I turn around to look at her and i can see her eyes sparkling under the bright lights "I mean i didn't have a choice right? I could not help at all but.."

My eyes start to tear up, every word feel more genuine than the other but why? Aren't we enemies? Doesn't she hate me? My thoughts are flooded with painful memories, how embarrassed she made me feel and then it clicks

"But you like me" i say almost breathless. She is shocked and that's how i know i am right, this can't be happening.

I didn't realize that i was crying until Poppy laid her head over my chest carefully. I can hear her sobs, everything that she had been feeling all day come out now and all i can do is cry with her, holding her tight.

"I can't believe i almost lost you" she says as her tears take over again

"Shhh, i am here..i promise" its all i can say. Today was definitely a weird day but in the end it brought us together

After we both calm down she doesn't move, instead i stoke her hair even though i feel weak and i can feel her smiling "the man that hit you is getting sued"

A low laugh escape my lips as she stands up gazing at me "but if you tell anyone about this you will be next" but its her teasing because her eyes say otherwise

I want to thank her, i want to forgive her for all the bullshit she put me through but words aren't enough to describe how i feel. Instead i yank her by her shirt and i kiss her softly. I can feel her body relax against mine but she is careful not to hurt me. I can feel her calm down as she takes a deep breath.

Pulling back she has this grin, its my favourite "Well, your kissing skills aren't as bad as your driving ones"

We both laugh as she takes a sit next to me, we are both talking about various topics and the more we discuss the more we realize we have a lot of things in common. Poppy and i are alike, but unlike her i show my good, kind side. I am greatful she is here because now i know who she truly is.

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[dapandapod]

A fathers tears

Here is my second piece for the Bog Fluff Battle!  (Go give all entries a read! It’s lovely and oh so fluffy!)      This story Here on Ao3.

This story is about Geralt crying as little Ciri grows up. It is a alternate universe where Geralt is still a witcher and Jaskier a half elf, implied homophobia and evil headmasters are mentioned. I just wanted Geralt to be a soft and emotional father.

Prompt: I just want you to be happy.

Oh, and everyone is gay, as a treat, because fuck you evil laywer Calanthe. Please enjoy <3

It has been a long process.

So much paperwork, so many sleepless nights, so many phonecalls with the agency.

But finally, finally, they're about to sign the paper.

Geralt's heart feels like it’s three times too big, beating with fear and excitement.

He walks up the stairs, opens the door to the adoption agency. Finally, finally he and his partner are allowed to adopt.

Finally, finally, Geralt will be allowed to hold baby Cirilla in his arms.

They had to fight every bit of the way, him and Jaskier, against the lawyer Calanthe.

She's is still against same sex marrige, still against their adoption, still against interracial couples. She hates elves with a passion, and Jaskier being a half elf didn’t help in the least.

But they won. They finally, finally won.

Jaskier holds his hand while they sign, the pen shaking in his grip. Jaskier holds him close when they sit in the waiting room, his support and love the only thing keeping Geralt in place.

When the social worker comes in, Geralt can’t move.

Ciri is so tiny, just a little bundle of blankets in the carrier, fast asleep.

Jaskier is the one who finally stands, who finally takes their daughter's carrier. They loathe to wake her up, so silently, ever so silently, they carry her out.

Carry her home.

Only when they are safe within their home, only when they are standing by the crib they placed by the wall, Geralt feels brave enough.

Jaskier has been cradling her, rocking her and petting her soft, light hair.

Now Geralt reaches for her, holds a hand under her small head and pulls her to his chest.

She makes a small noise, a small snuffling sound, but calms. Her small baby hand comes up to her lips, sucking on her fingers as she burrows closer in Geralt's shirt.

Jaskier walks behind Geralt, wraps his arms around his waist, and rests his head on his shoulder.

“She is our daughter now.” He whispers, and finally something breaks in Geralt.

He draws in a shuddering breath, hot tears rolling down his cheeks like they haven’t for years. Jaskier kisses his neck, all three of them rocking gently back and forth to soothe each other.

They go about their new daily routine.

Bottle feeding, naps, changing diapers, kissing away tears. Jaskier is taking a bath before bedtime, after his very first dose of baby puke, and Geralt lies alone in bed with Ciri.

His daughter.

Geralt is laying on his side, just watching her. She is fighting sleep, scrunching up her tiny nose, opening and closing her tiny fists.

“Daughter,” Geralt says out loud, not for the first time. “You are my daughter and I’m… I’m your… dad….”

The tears are creeping up on him again, and he follows Ciris example, scrunching his nose and blinking hard.

“You are my world now, little one. I will love you as well as I can. Keep you safe in the world. I hope to bring you joy, daughter mine.”

Geralt speaks softly, quietly, testing out the words. He speaks them like a secret, like a confession in the darkness. Not even in front of Jaskier will he be able to speak these truths.

“I just want you to be happy, little one.” He says, stroking her soft cheek.

Her hands catch his fingers, squeezing them, and then putting them in her mouth. He smiles, letting her chew on him. She doesn’t have teeth yet, but when she does, he bets she will be fierce.

When Jaskier walks in the room, he finds their daughter fast asleep, Geralt's big hand in a tight grip.

The first time Ciri calls Geralt ‘dad’, her eyes sparkling and small white teeth in a grin, it’s a near thing again. They decided Jaskier will be ‘papa’ and Geralt ‘dad’, for simplicity.

“Daaa!” she yells, throwing herself in Geralt's arms with the shrieking kind of giggle only a toddler can pull off, trusting Geralt to catch her.

He always does, and he always will.

“Little one.” He smiles, scooping her up and twirls them around in a tight circle. He peppers her snotty little face in kisses, the baby smell soft and warm and full of comfort.

“I love it when you are happy.” He whispers in her hair, but she doesn’t have time for that. She wriggles and twists and turns, so he puts her down, and she makes her wobbly way over to Jaskier.

“Papaaa!” She yells, and this time it is Jaskiers turn to catch. He is sitting on the the couch with his arms wide and waiting.

Next to him sits Roach, a stray cat Jaskier decided they simply had to adopt, despite cats reluctance to witchers.

Roach watches Ciri, blinking slowly at her with her tail twitching, and then Ciri is all caught up in Jaskiers arms and hoisted high. This is Ciris favorite game, and Geralt can feel the sting in his eyes when he watches the three favorite beings in his entire world.

A scabby cat, a small magical baby and a half elf, the man of his dreams.

“Daa sad?” Ciri asks, twisting in Jaskiers arms to watch Geralt.

Jaskier presses a kiss to the side of her face.

“I think dad is happy, darling.” Jaskier tells her.

Their little one is growing up so fast.

Her magic acted up early, and earned her a place at Aretusa, a school with teachers specialized in handling magic and it’s dealings.

Geralt was sceptical at first, but when Ciri came home, bubbling with energy and happiness and telling them all about her new best friend Dara, favorite teachers Triss and Yenna, and they are married, dads!! Married!

And all doubts melt away. The world around them has come a long way.

When Jaskier tucks her in that night, she asks Jaskier why he and Geralt aren’t married yet.

And Geralt cries silently in the hallways when Jaskier kisses her and whisper conspiratorially.

“Maybe you should help me ask him, hm?”

Ciri wants to work as a witcher, and Geralt's heart breaks.

He tells her no, please, little one, choose something else, anything else. They have a big fight, Geralt's words failing him when Ciri’s own tears fall.

“I am already accepted in Kaer Morhen, dad.” She yells. “I just wanted you to be proud of me.”

“I am, cub. I always am.” He says quietly, and they stare at each other.

Jaskier says she takes after him, and Geralt can see it now. She is so stubborn and fierce. He’d like to think that she took the best of them both, and he thinks she did.

“I just want you to be happy.” He whispers, wiping the tears from his stubbled and scarred cheeks. “I don’t want you to end up like me.”

“Aren’t you happy, dad?” She asks, voice wavering and fists clenched at her sides.

“I am now.” he says. “With you, Jaskier, and even that wretched cat in my life. But Kaer Morhen-”

“-It’s not the same as 90 years ago. No mutagens. No experiments or forced orphans. I looked into it. Vesemir runs it now, and they have changed the ways to be a witcher.”

He pulls his little one close. Hugs her small frame, kisses the top of his head. He never told her about those days, but she is a big girl now. Intelligent and independent and strong. She must have googled the horrors of Kaer Morhen, seen his drawn face whenever the old principal Stregobor was shown on Tv.

“I trust you, cub.” He whispers in her hair, and she sniffles into his shirt. “I just don’t want you to be as broken as me. I want you safe, and happy.”

“You taught me love like no one else, daa.” She says, and they cry together in the tiny, worn kitchen, sun shining in through dirty windows.

Jaskier holds his hand when they walk up the stairs. Holds him close when they sit in the first row in the temple.

Ciri stands by the altar, her eyes bright and nervous, her usually wild hair pulled up in a neat braid, fitting for the Skellige isles. Her dress is creamy white, flowing, and she is no longer the little girl that used to play dress up in their living room.

A grown woman stands there, a single flower in rich blue in her hand.

Everybody stands when the door opens behind them. Warriors on all sides raise their spears in salute, creating an arch for their queen to walk through.

Cerys appears in the doorway, every bit as regal as last he saw her, dress a rich blue and furs thrown over her shoulders, a single flower in creamy white in her hand.

Maybe he should be watching the queen.

Maybe he should pay his respect, but Geralt has eyes for nothing but his girl.

Behind him, he can hear Triss muffle a sob, and Geralt feels his own resolve break.

Ciri is watching her queen. Her hands are shaking, her breath coming fast, feet squared as if for battle. But her eyes are filled with such devotion and happiness, and Geralt's tears are spilling over.

Jaskier lifts their joined hands to his lips, and presses a kiss over his scarred knuckles. A wedding band adorns Geralt's finger, a matching one on Jaskier.

Soon their little girl will wear one of her own.

Geralt leans over to Jaskier and whisper in his ear.

“I love you. With all of my heart.” he says, as Ciri says those exact words to Cerys in front of the altar. “I am so glad she is happy.”

[harry-styles-sunflower]

Last Christmas

a/n: Pure fluff, some cursing, 3k, thats all :) Please reblog and let me know what you think! 

//

You were walking down the sidewalk holding your trench coat tightly to your body. You made it to Johnny's Club and you pulled the heavy door open.

"Jeez," you sighed. You shook off your coat and walked to the coat room. You hung it up and took your phone out from its pocket. You turned and grabbed one of the aprons and put it on tying a knot behind your back. You slid your phone in one of the pockets and shoved your other two pockets with straws and a towel. You walked down the hallway and then behind the bar.

"Hey Matt," you said as you clocked in to your job.

"Hey y/n, what's up? Cold out?" he asked as he wiped the counter.

"Freezing, it's just going to get worse. How many people have come in?" you faced him.

"About 5 maybe?" he reorganized all the bottles on shelves, "Could have been 4," he shrugged.

"I don’t know why Johnny's making us work tonight, its Christmas Eve. Everyone is either travelling or with their families," you sighed and leaned against the counter.

"Yeah I don't really get it either," he stood next to you.

"At least you get to go home to Abby," you nudge him with your shoulder.

"Wouldn't really want you to be here alone though," he nudged you back.

"I'll be fine, I can hold my own. I'll grab my pepper spray before you go," you grab your towel from your pocket and lightly whip his knee with it.

"Okay," he laughs and goes into the back to do inventory.

Few hours later, Matt was gone and you were bored on your phone. The club was empty and the you played Christmas music through the speakers. You mumbled the lyrics to frosty the snowman and checked the time.

10 PM already. Great. Just 4 more hours. You checked your Twitter and saw people talking about 2016 being "the year" so you got off. Who can predict that stuff anyway. "Do they know its Christmas?" began playing and it was one of your favorites. You grabbed a bottle of bourbon and began using it as a mic.

"Its Christmas time, there's no need to be afraid," you sang. You spun around and lifted your hand up to the sky.

"At Christmas time, we let in light and we banish," when you spun you were shocked to see a male silhouette watching you, so you couldn’t help scream 'Shade'.

"Hi sorry I didn’t see you there," you said quickly.

"Sorry about that," he said as he came more into the light. He had long brown hair, sharp facial features, and bright green eyes.  

"It's okay," you turned around to lower the music slightly, "What could I get you to drink?" you turned back around to face him. You placed a napkin in front of him as he shrugged off his coat.

"Um Tequila, with ice," he said slowly. You nodded and got a small glass. You opened the freezer to scoop the ice and when you did you placed the cubes in his cup.

"Brand of choice?" you asked.

"No, surprise me," he smiled. You nodded and poured some 1800. "Thank you," he smiled again.

"No problem," you smiled back. You turned around and pretended to organize the shelf as you watched your customer through the mirror behind the display shelves. He was staring into his drink deep in thought. He had an accent, sounded British. Maybe feeling homesick on a night like this. He took a sip of his drink before pulling his hair up into a bun. You could see his face slightly better and he was handsome. Very handsome. You turned to face him and wiped your hands with your towel.

"Everything okay?" you asked.

"Yes thank you," he looked at you and then around the club, "What did you do to be the only one working tonight?" he grinned.

"Um, not sure honestly. Might've been telling my boss he should've given us a Christmas bonus." you shrugged. He laughed lightly and it was beautiful. Appearance wise and sound wise.

"The performance you were giving when I walked in should count as entertainment so I'd say you deserve the bonus," he smirked behind his glass.

"Thank you," you giggled and then blushed because the giggle was embarrassing.

"Join me for a drink will you?" he bit his lip.

"Um I shouldn't" you shook your head.

"Not even a club soda?" he stirred the liquid in his glass.

"Okay," you grabbed yourself a glass and poured some seltzer inside. You walked in front of the bar and settled on a stool next to him.

"So.. You're obviously not originally from New York, but is it your home?"

"Um no, I'm on break and I thought Christmas in New York could be fun to do alone after 5 years of not being alone. But it's actually very lonely," he takes a swig of his drink and you watched him as he spoke. The way his lips pursed with certain words and the way his face scrunched slightly at the burn of the tequila.

"Did you just get out of a relationship or something?" you ask. He turns his stool to face you with his eyebrows furrowed. It was as if the wheels in his head were turning behind his green eyes. You had no idea who he was or you were a great actress.

"Harry," he stuck his hand out for you to shake, "and no, no relationship. I spent five years working and now I am on uh sabbatical," he smiled charmingly. You shook his hand and nodded along to his words.

"I'm y/n," you smiled.

 It was nearing 11:30 PM and you were laughing so hard you were tearing up.

"Okay okay, what does a dentist do when he gets on a rollercoaster?" you asked him.

"What?" he giggled.

"He braces himself!" you burst into laughter and so does Harry.

"Wait wait, doesn't an orthodontist deal with braces?" you stopped suddenly and put on your best poker face. He cracked a smile and you couldn’t help it. You broke one too. Jingle Bell Rock came on and you couldn’t help but get up and go to the dance floor.

"Come on, come here!" you grabbed his hand and pulled him off his stool. "Do you know the mean girls dance?"

"Barely, it goes like this?" he put his hand up and swung his hips dramatically. You laughed and sang along to the song.

"Don't forget to slap your thighs," you show him and he copies your move. The song soon ends and you hear the familiar tune of 'Last Christmas'.

"I love this song, it's my favorite, you whispered.

"Would you like to dance?" he offered his hand. You looked at his long slender fingers that were covered by a few rings. You took his hand and he pulled you closer. He placed his hand on the small of your back.

Ah, aha

Ooh

Oh

"I like your rings," you say as you look over at your hand in his.

"Want one?"

"Do you just give your rings out to anyone like that?" you laughed lightly.

"No, but you’ve been very kind to me tonight. You can take it as a Christmas present," you nodded along and continued dancing to the music.

Once bitten and twice shy

I keep my distance

But you still catch my eye

Tell me, baby

Do you recognize me?

You could hear him singing the music quietly. You detach your hand from his and intertwine your own behind his neck.

"You have a nice voice," you tell him.

"Funny you say that," he smiles. His dimples were very cute.

"Funny how?" you ask.

"Nothing," he shook his head, "I didn’t think this was how I was going to spend my Christmas Eve but I'm glad I am," he said. You tried to hide your blush and you mumbled a 'me too'.

Face on a lover with a fire in his heart (I gave you my heart)

A man under cover but you tore him apart

Maybe next year, I'll give it to someone

I'll give it to someone special (special, someone)

The song ended and you looked up at him. His face was only inches away from yours and you could feel his breath fan your face. You both leaned in but jumped back when Usher's 'Yeah!' came on. You ran your fingers through your hair with one hand and placed your hand over your heart with your other.

"Sorry," you laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, I'm not," you felt his hands grab the sides of your cheeks and his lips on yours. You kissed him back and placed your hands over his lightly. When he pulled away, you had a blissful smile on your lips.

"I'll take your 'peace' ring," you smile. He kissed you again and smiled into the kiss.

"Here you go," he slid the ring off his finger and put it in your palm.

"Thanks," you held it in between your forefinger and thumb. You slid it onto your thumb, the only finger it fit. His phone began ringing and he excused himself to answer. From what you could hear he was speaking to someone named Jeff and he was late to a party. You cleaned up the bar and put the glasses away. When he hung up the phone, he walked over to the bar with a guilty look on his face.

"So my boss wants me to go to his Christmas party," he frowned.

"Oh, okay. Have fun," you smiled. Fake smiled to be exact. You didn’t want him to go just yet.

"Can I get your number? Call you sometime maybe?" he asked and your heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah! I mean yeah sure," you shrugged. He walked behind the bar and lifted your chin with his finger.

"No need to try and play it cool," he kissed your forehead. You looked down and blushed. You grabbed a napkin and wrote your number on it as he put his coat on. You walked over when you finished writing on it and tucked into his coat's pocket.

"Thank you for my present, my number will be your present," you giggled.

"Sounds lovely," he kissed your lips before leaving. You sighed and wiped down the bar before closing up. Hopefully you could make up an hour another day, you needed to go home and close early.

After Harry left the bar and waited for a taxi, a man next to him sneezed into his hands.

"Damn allergies," he said.

"I know the feeling mate," Harry replied. The man sneezed again, this time in need of a tissue.

"Here mate," he handed him the napkin he felt in his pocket. Without a second thought. That was the kind of person Harry was.

"Thank you," he said before Harry caught a cab and got in. When he reached into his pocket to get your number the realization hit that he gave the napkin to the man. When he called the bar with the number he found on Google it said the bar was now closed.

//

"Fuck!" you yell at your rental car. You were currently at a gas station or as the English say, 'the petro station,' and you were trying to refill a tire. But it kept emptying. You were the only one at the gas station until a black Range Rover joined you. You decided to travel to England for the holidays since your family decided to vacation to China without you. You were getting cold and it was Christmas eve. You just wanted to get back to the small cottage you were staying in. You walked into the shop and headed for the snack aisle. The end of 'santa baby' played over the speakers in the store. You surfed the options on the shelves and grabbed a few chips (crisps) and searched for some sweets. Next song to play was 'last Christmas' and you accidentally groaned aloud. The song had been ruined for you ever since you met Harry 5 years ago and he never called. Typical musician which you came to find out. The guy behind you laughed lightly before speaking,

"Don't like this song?" he asked. You turned around with your snacks in hand.

"Bad memory goes a long with it," when the man turns around your shocked to see who it is and he's just as shocked to see you.

"YOU!" you practically yell.

"Let me I can explain," he holds his hands up in defense.

"I don’t want one!" you walk away.

"Wait! Please, I promise I'll tell you the truth." he says. Okay realistically you had no where to go before the tow truck came.

"Fine," you cross your arms.

"Well I can't believe our paths have crossed again," he smiles. You don’t. "Um well okay. So after I left that night, I accidentally gave this guy my napkin because he sneezed and I realized too late. I know it's a rubbish excuse but it’s the truth. Oh I also tried calling the bar that night and you already had closed and then when I called again the person on the phone said you were busy and I just didn't know if that was an excuse or not. I guess you've figured out who I am by now too.." he drifted off.

"I do and your excuse sounds very unrealistic," you sigh.

"It's the truth, pinky promise," he holds a pinky up. You squint your eyes at him before joining your pinky with his and huffing 'fine'.

"How come you're in England?"

"Vacationing," you stare at him slightly. "You cut your hair," you remembered it was long last time you saw each other. He ran his hand through his shorter curls and nodded.

"Yeah um cut it a few months after we met, would you want to grab a bite?" he pinched his lip between his fingers. He was still handsome as ever.

"Okay, my car actually has a flat tire.."

"We’ll use my car," he smiled at you.

When you got to his car it smelled like him. You felt slightly uncomfortable with this blast of the past coming back into your life. Especially so handsome. He began driving on a road you’ve never been on and you watched the houses pass through your window.

"So, you must know everything now," he sighed, "I enjoyed that you didn’t," he drove with one hand, his left entangled in his hair.

"That's a full of it assumption. I've heard your music and that you went out with Camille Rowe that’s all," you shrugged, "I can't believe you were in this famous pop band for 5 years and I had no clue," you laughed.

"So maybe not everything..good," you noticed he was hiding a smile. Or at least trying to. He kept driving for about a half hour before pulling into a driveway.

"Um you said we were going to grab a bite?"

"It's Christmas Eve everything is closed, I promise I'm not going to kill you," he smiled.

"Very convincing," you sighed. You stepped out of the car and followed him up the steps to his house.

"Fancy a grilled cheese?" he looked behind his shoulder and grinned.

"Sure," you took off your shoes and followed him to his kitchen. His house was huge but neat. It was modern and very bachelor like. Yet cozy and warm. You settled on one of his stools at his kitchen counter while he turned on the fireplace. When he made his way over to his stove and heated up a pan, he grabbed the bread bag and pulled 4 slices.

"So catch me up," he smiled.

"Um well. I've been working. Running an Etsy shop. Just made custom sweaters and such.. I quit the club a few months after we met. Found out I kissed Harry Styles. Otherwise I lead a very boring life.” You laugh.

“I did think of you these past 5 years, don’t think I didn’t. I wondered what you were doing and if you were okay. If you had found out who I was. If you’d come to one of my shows,” he said as he cooked.  

"I didn’t think you thought that way of me," you say honestly.

"I did, still do. I've had a 5 year long crush," he blushes. You shake your head and call bs on his claim.

"It’s the truth. But I'm glad to know you don’t feel the same," he sighed before serving you your sandwich. You got up and walked around his counter and watched as he moved to grab you a cup.

"Who said I didn't still have a crush? I still have your ring in my jewelry box crying out loud," you laughed and rubbed your head embarrassed.

"You do?" he smiled brightly. You nodded and walked towards him. You pulled him by the end of his shirt and grabbed his cheeks to pull him down for a kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist lifting you off your feet. You wrapped your legs around his waist before he placed you on the counter. You kissed him for a bit more before pulling away.

"I am hungry though," he laughed and his breath hit your face in a familiar way that made you smile.

"Okay," he kissed your cheek before handing you your plate and smiled as he saw your eyes widen once you took a bite.

LETS TALK ABOUT IT :) 

[eerythingisshaka]

sleepless nights

[Chris Evans x Pregnant Reader]

Words Counts: 2.3k

A/N:  Just something cute and awkward.  It’s explicit too 

Tossing around in bed, you jab the body pillow holding your stomach a couple times to submit to your needed softness.  Your neck felt tight so you pick yourself up and turn over to the other side of you, facing your snoring husband Chris.  You glare at him as his eyelids are curtained by his long lashes, completely under the sweet escape of rest that you couldn’t catch up to.

“Look at you,”  you whisper in his face.  “Just like a man: have your fun, and leave the woman with the clean up.  This big head child is tap dancing on my phalanges and you just get to sleep all you want?  Last time you’re getting me drunk on New Years ever, you...you…”

“Phalanges are your fingers, you know that right?”  Chris says, eyes still closed.

You jerk with surprise at his response.  “Are you sleep-talking?”

Chris opens one eye before closing it again.  “You don’t whisper very well.  And do you need help insulting me?  Cuz I can come up with some zingers.”

You sigh heavily.  “No.  I wasn’t going to call you any names...that bad.  But it is your fault.  Your son is taking advantage of my good nature just like his father.”

With Chris’ turn to sigh, he opens his eyes up, pulling the blanket down and resting a hand on your ballooned belly.  “We Evans men don’t take what’s not consensually given to us.  And are you really blaming me for providing life to our future son on New Years?  When I know for a fact, when you sat on my lap during Christmas with your family, and you kept telling me you got me a special box for ‘Chris-mas’?  I couldn’t get you home quick enough before I was ready to make you a mother.”

You pinch his nose.  “I don’t think I’ll need to remind you again that I am literally the reason our child has life.  Please sell your self cheaper.”

Chris chuckles warmly.  “You do, babe.  Because unfortunately for you, his shoulders are mine.”  He leans over to kiss you softly.  “As for this kid, lemme have a minute with him…” When he dips his head to your belly, putting an ear to it, you feel a sense of comfort that you’ve been looking for all night.

“I should have known better/Than to let you go alone/It's times like these/I can't make it on my own…”

Chris sings one of his 80s favorites softly to your growing son.  You can’t help but laugh at his put on rocker, husky, bravado voice as he continues.

“Wasted days, and sleepless nights!”  He sits up pointing to you, giving him a nod of agreement.  “An' I can't wait to see you again!”

“Is this love!”  You sing out on cue.

“That I’m feeling!”  Chris belts out with some fist pumps to keep the beat.

“Is this the love…”  You sing sweetly, running your hand along his cheek with the serenade.

“That I’ve been searching for!”  Chris crawls, hovering over you and peppering your face with a barrage of kisses, sending you into a giggle fit.

“Oh...ow!”  You wince, holding your side.  Chris immediately gives you space, but keeps an eye on where your hand lays.

“What is it?  Did I pinch you?”  he asks.

You shake you head.  “I think we just woke up little man.  We can’t have a party without him I guess.  How about you come out already!”  you cover your face with your pillow in despair.

Chris tries to pull it away, but you don’t budge.  “The doctor said any day now.  But if not, we already have an appointment for inducing.”

You fly the pillow at him that he unfortunately catches with ease.  “But I want my body back now!  Have you held a human for 41 straight weeks, Chris?  I can’t breathe right, I can’t eat what I want but I want to eat all the time.  My breasts fit nothing!”

“I know, I hate to see you going through it babe but you’re so beautiful while you’re doing it.  You’re awesome and I promise when the baby comes and the doctor goes to smack his butt, I will be the one to say ‘me first!’”  

You laugh pitifully.  “You would beat our child’s behind for me?”

He lays a hand over his heart.  “In the name of his mother, it’s my right.”

You push your foot in his stomach.  “Shut up.  No one is laying a hand on my baby.”  You yelp in pain again, massaging your stomach.  “Even if my baby stay laying hands on me!  I think he’s sideways or something.”

Chris springs into action.  “Hey let’s try that massage from the pregnancy class.”  He sits back against the headboard, spreading his legs and tapping the space between them.  “Come sit here.”

You roll your eyes.  “Chris, I barely feel like moving at all.”

“You won’t have to once you come here.  It’s good for the baby and you.  Let me help.”

You audibly moan and whine as you crawl on your hands and knees across the bed and over his legs.  His hands guide your hips back toward him as you lay back heavily.

You exhale, leaning your head back on his shoulder, letting him pull your (his) sleep shirt up to expose your belly.  

“Just remember to take deep breaths, ok?”  Chris instructs, taking his hand together at the fingertips over your belly button, bringing them apart, up, then down.  You laid against him like a sack of potatoes just huffing and puffing, trying to enjoy the massage.

“How’s that?  Better?”  Chris says, firmly rubbing his wide hands across your firm belly.

You sigh, pulling your headscarf down from slipping.  “I honestly think this would be better as a titty massage.  Chris, you’re supposed to have oil, your hands are kind of rough.”

“Oh, dammit.  Sorry.”  Chris apologizes.  He looks around the room but you dismiss his search.

“It doesn’t matter.  It is kind of nice just to have you holding me.  Go ahead.”

Chris kisses you behind the ear, continuing his massage.  “Just empty your mind...”  

Your mind almost drifts into a sleep-like state, the soft whir of the ceiling fan creates a soothing lullaby as your husbands fingers skate along your dark swollen belly.  Sleep was almost imminent when something kind of pokes you in the back.

“Wait, Chris?”

“Yeah.  Something wrong?”

You sit up slightly and guess the issue.  “Are you hard right now?”

“Uhhh…”  Chris can barely form a sentence.  “It was just...I like holding you and...you look so great...and your tits are like…”

“Well I’m glad you enjoy it, nice.  So you might as well fuck me.”  You crawl over the side of the bed and take off your shirt.

Chris tries to comfort you, feeling he has fucked up.  “Aw baby, come on.  I didn’t mean to ruin it.  I just couldn’t help it.”  

You pull down your underwear and kick them to the side.  “No, I’m serious.  I don’t want that to go to waste, so you’re gonna fuck me cuz I want it and so we can have this baby already.”

Chris stammers.  “Wait.  So even though we’ve had sex during the pregnancy up til now, this time its supposed to magically induce you?”

You stand in front of him with your hands on your hips looking like a human beach ball with titties.  “You’re cute when you’re confused.  Look at it this way:  you get to bust up in me like you clearly want to and I either cum or this baby comes.  Either way, give me your penis now.”

One symptom of pregnancy that never quite fell of was your ability to be ready for sex at the drop of a hat.  You would argue over dishes or just being so tired, but no less than a couple minutes away from swinging his dick like a lasso whenever you felt compelled.  

Chris looks taken aback but can’t deny his attraction, looking at you in front of him.  His eyes travel the length of your body and his hands then follow.  He pulls you to him, grabbing your ass to bring you on his lap,  You grab a hold of his head as his mouth kisses down your breasts, to our nipples, taking one in between his lips.

“Ow!  Wait, I’m kind of sensitive there.” 

Chris looks up at you apologetically.  “Oh, ok.  Do you want me to eat you out or…?”

You take your hand and reach underneath you, pulling up your soaked fingers.  “All I need is for you to stick,”  you poke your fingers into his mouth, letting him suck them clean, which he does hungrily, “....it in.”

Chris helps you off his lap.  “Let’s try having bent over.”

You feel excited getting into position but gradually the weight of your baby takes you out.  You go to reach for some pillows, but Chris pulls you back.

“Don’t go running now,”  he says seductively.

“No, Chris, timeout.  I need something under me, like my back is not loving this.”  

“Oh, Christ, ok.   Sorry.”  Chris awkwardly dives for some pillows, ass all in your face but he helps build a fort under you for support.  

“Thank you baby.  Ok, I’m ready.”  You prop yourself on your elbows as he takes himself in you slowly.  You gasp loudly, covering your mouth  as you do.

“Oh God, are you ok?  Does that hurt?”  Chris asks, freezing at your sound.

You shake your head, eating the pillow.  “No, I just think I may have came...I know I did.”

“That soon?”  Chris says unbelievably.

You nod.  “Mhm.  My arousal is like...x100 right now so I couldn’t stop it.”

“Do you...want me to keep going?”  He asks hesitantly.

“Mhm!  Yup, keep going.  I got a few more in me, go!”  You say, holding on to your pillow tight.  Chris places a hand on your lower back as he pulls back, and in again, making you shout sensationally all over again.

“Oh, Chris...Oh! Oh!”  You put your head in the pillow as you feel a static heat rush over your body.  Your breath is ragged, trying to multitask with maintaining enough oxygen between your whimpers in heat.

As Chris penetrates you deeper, your pillow support collapses, sending you forward uncomfortably.

“Babe, are you alright?  I wasn’t trying to be rough,”  Chris says, pulling you back to stability.

Your legs are already jelly as you slowly sit on the bed.  “I want you to be.  I just need the right position.”

“Missionary works for you, right?”  Chris offers.

“Not tonight I think.  We should just do it sideways.”

“You sure?  I thought you almost sprained your leg muscle last time.”

You crawl over to your side of the bed, grabbing your body pillow.  “Yeah, well, don’t raise my leg up so high!”

You lay on your side, feeling Chis’ kisses along your thighs, a nibble to your ass cheek until he settles behind you.  

“This is how you got me started in the first place,”  Chris says, stroking your breasts and planting kisses along your shoulder blade.  His beard tickles you, so you reach back behind to retaliate, stroking his member coated with your slickness, gripping his head to rub against your ass.

He grovels against your back.  “Ohh, please don’t tease me like that when I have to be gentle with you.”

“Don’t worry, I can take it.”  

Chris takes himself from your hand, guiding it in causing your body to jolt.  “Are you sure about that?”  he asks with a smile.  He picks up where he left off, taking his leg between yours to steady widen you a little further for him.  You dig into your boy pillow with all your might, cursing him out for being so good.  Chris takes his hand to your belly, simulating the massage from earlier.

“You’re so good, take it so good,”  he snarls in your ear as he pounds into you. You grab his hand mid-massage, feeling the hurried pace of orgasm washing over you once again.  

“Fuck...me...hard…”  You gasp, looking back at his tense expression.  Through the hardness of his face, you could still tell his admiration of you, your body, the life you all are creating.  It all became too much as you kissed him deeply, feeling his energy make your toes curl.  He holds your jaw between his fingers while tonguing each other primitively.  Chris moans in your mouth as he pushes himself deep inside you once…

“Ah!”

Twice…

“Fuck!”

Three times…

“Ohhhh shit.”

You feel a pressure taken off you that was unlike what you felt before.  Your mind became clearer, and your body hasn’t felt so light in months.

“Wow!  You really cum hard when you’re pregnant, but I never got you to squirt before.”

You could barely hear him over you catching your breath.  “What?”

Chris gets up to get a couple towels.  “It’s fine, We’ll change the sheets in the morning.”  

You sit up as he folds a towel to put under you.  When you scoot over to one side, the amount of liquid the sheets are soaked with make you scream.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!”  You shriek, hyperventilating, as you get up.  Chris looks scared, running to your side as you get up to the bathroom.

“Talk to me, but calmly.  What’s happening baby?”

Tears are running down your face as you gulp for words.  “I don’t know, but I don’t squirt and that’s not squirt, I think my water broke!”

Chris does a combo cough and gasp before smiling.  “That’s good!  We’re finally having a baby, it worked!”

“Oh God I can’t believe it worked!”  You say woefully, rubbing your belly and pacing past Chris around the room. 

“Babe, it’s gonna be fine.  I’m going to get your bag and call the hospital.  This is when contractions happen right?”

“Ohhhh noooo!”  You scream, feeling your insides twist that feel like they will end you.  

“Sit sit, I’m calling!”  Chris sets you on the bed and grabs his phone.  Watching him look serious asking for a doctor while stark naked made you want to laugh but contractions took the joy out of you.

When he is off the phone, he kneels in front of you.  “Ok, we gotta time them and 5 minutes apart is the magic number.  We’re going to be parents babe!”

“I don’t want to yet!  This is happening too fast!  What if I push him out in the car?”

“I’ll catch him, but honey, this is good.  Take some deep breaths.”  He inhales, raising his hand, and lowering with an exhale.  You follow his rhythm, taking in air and seething with each exhale.

“So you know, this is way worse than New Years.  Sex with you has put me in more binds than I can count.”

Chris smirks, patting your leg before heading for the closet.  “I certainly can’t wait to tell this story to your parents.”

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[nethandrake]

i'll wait in line (always).

stevetony. mcu. rated t. blind dates. 8.8k words.

(written for @mkyujji for the 2020 Cap-Iron Man Holiday Exchange event that was hosted by @cap-ironman.)

also on ao3.

*****

“Absolutely not.”

Protesting groans fill the common room.

“Why not?” Clint whines.

Steve scowls, placing his hands on his hips. “What do you mean ‘why not’?”

“I mean, it isn’t going to kill him. It’s harmless.”

“How is that—”

Thor nods solemnly, grabbing a bite from his Pop-Tart. “I dare say, I must agree with Clinton—”

“Please don’t call me Clint—”

“Why not? ‘Tis a fine name!”

“Yeah, but—”

“Aside from that,” Thor continues, changing the subject, “I do not see the harm of—”

“There’s a lot of harm!” Steve insists. “A lot of harm in—”

“Harm to Tony?” Natasha says coolly. She barely spares any of them a glance, taking a long sip from her mug of hot chocolate. “Or harm to you?”

Steve stills, his heart leaping in his chest. “This has nothing to do with me.”

“Uh-huh. Sure it doesn't,” Clint drawls, propping his legs on top of the coffee table. Bruce immediately nudges it off. “Us thinking of setting up the guy you’ve been pining—”

“I’m not—”

“And there’s the denial,” Natasha says dryly at the same time Clint continues, “—for with someone who isn't you doesn’t piss you off.”

“How am I—”

Four pairs of eyes stare right back in blatant judgment.

Finally, Steve lets out the sigh he’s been holding back since they started this meeting.

It’s already bad enough that he was rouse from his sleep at two, three in the morning for this. It’s too early to deal with this. Or well, ever.

“Fine. Bruce and I—”

Bruce has the audacity to flash him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Cap.”

Steve groans. “Seriously? You too? Am I the only one that thinks this is just—just—”

“Come on, Cap,” Clint says. “We all know Tony needs some pick-me-up. Locking himself up and moping over his last breakup isn’t healthy.”

“He’s not—”

“He was crying last Movie Night. And you know he hardly cries during Movie Night.”

“I mean, if the movie's—”

“We were watching Inception.”

“Inception has—”

“He was crying during the fight scenes. And for half of the movie.”

Well… Well.

Steve hadn’t been there for that, having been on a mission for SHIELD. It’s hard for him to figure out whether Clint’s lying, considering everyone else is murmuring in agreement.

He gets Natasha, Thor even. But for Bruce to agree with Clint without any hesitation is just unheard of.

Steve exhales, holding his hands up in surrender. “Fine. You guys do whatever want. It’s not like you planned on even listening—”

“No, we weren’t.”

Steve scowls, Natasha brightening in return.

He’d think that being Captain America and the leader of the Avengers, he’d have some form of respect and authority over them. But no, he’s just a leader to a bunch of stubborn kids. Teenagers.

Sometimes he wonders what he did wrong to land himself in this situation, in this era. Not wholeheartedly because the thought of not meeting Tony is just ab—

“You know he’s going to hate this, right?”

  ***** 

 “I think it’s a great idea.”

Steve does a double-take at that. In fact, everyone’s staring at Tony in puzzlement. Except for Natasha but that's hardly surprising. Nothing fazes her.

What's surprising is Tony's reaction. The Tony in front of them can’t be the same Tony who has to be dragged or hauled out of his workshop for meals or gatherings, let alone galas and big parties. For him to willingly agree to be set up on blind dates by his friends is a huge breakthrough.

A breakthrough Steve hates but a breakthrough nonetheless.

Tony cocks an eyebrow, setting his screwdriver down. “What? Why’re you all staring at me like that? I agreed to it. Isn’t that what you guys want?”

Clint smacks his lips together. “Well, yeah. But—”

“We do not mean to insult your intelligence, my friend,” Thor replies. “We assumed you will not be amenable to our proposition.”

“Well, Winghead wasn’t,” Natasha cuts in.

“Still isn’t,” Clint pipes up.

Steve makes a mental note to double their drills during the next training session.

“I just thought you wouldn’t like it,” he explains when Tony trains his curious gaze on him. “Going on blind dates, I mean.”

“It’ll be a nice distraction,” Tony says after a beat. “It’s pretty overdue, anyway. Probably good for me to get into the dating game again and try to—”

“I don’t know. Isn’t it too soon?”

“It’s never too soon to date,” Tony counters. “Sides’, Pepper and I broke up... What? Seven months ago? I think it’s high time I get back into things. Go out. Have some fun.”

“And being around m—us isn’t fun?”

Once again, all eyes are on him. A snicker fills the awkward pause. Steve makes another note to triple the drills for Clint.

“I think Tony meant a different kind of fun,” Bruce offers.

Tony directs his screwdriver in his direction, grinning. “Right on the money. I’m not saying you guys aren’t fun to be around because you are—”

“We love you too.”

“Sure you do, birdbrain. But yeah. You guys are fun and all but it’ll be nice to go out and have a nice time in a less platonic setting, you know? Have some little flirting going on—”

But I flirt with you all the time, Steve grumbles.

Sure, they always go unnoticed every single goddamn time but it’s flirting all the same. If Tony wants someone to flirt with him, Steve’s his guy. In fact, he could—

“—and maybe fall in love—”

“Fall in love?”

Steve almost claps his hand over his mouth as once again, several pairs of eyes zero in on him, most of them in mirth.

He really, really hates himself sometimes.

Tony raises his eyebrows. “You seem pretty adamant of me staying single for the rest of my life.”

“Yeah, Cap,” Clint adds, smirking. “Why’re you so— Ow!”

Natasha might get her drills halved for that.

“I’m not trying to stop you from—from falling in love,” Steve says, the words heavy on his tongue. “I just— Well, I— You know—”

Tony frowns, his eyes roving around Steve’s face before softening. “Alright, guys,” he says, clapping his hands. “Clear the room. Steve and I are gonna have a lovely chat alone.”

Their friends move to vacate the room, not without protests from Clint. As soon as the door closes shut behind them, Tony shifts his attention to Steve, crossing his arms.

Steve feels like he’s being put on trial.

“It’s been months, Steve.”

“I know—”

“You know I’ve moved on—”

“I know. I just… I just...”

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

God, there are so, so many things he wants to say. All the words and sentences clash in his head, swirling around in a whirlpool of anxiety, hope, and fear.

I think you’re making a mistake in agreeing to this.

I think our friends aren’t thinking things through.

I think you deserve better than blind dates.

I think you should date me.

“No. Nothing at all.”

Steve swears there’s a flicker of disappointment that crosses Tony’s face before it vanishes.

“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours,” he says, poking Steve in the ribs. “I’m a big boy. I know how to handle a little date. Nothing I can't handle.”

“Four dates.”

Tony's eyebrows arch. “You’re not giving it a go?”

Steve shakes his head. “Don’t really know anyone who’d be interested,” he lies.

Tony gasps, clutching his heart. “How dare them? I am a catch.”

“Uh-huh. Sure you are.”

“I am, you asshole. FYI, I was voted Sexiest Man Alive thrice.”

“Good for you,” Steve says dryly.

“Asshole,” Tony mutters, spinning on his heel. “Fine. Be like that. Whatever. Good talk. Now shoo. I have—”

“Oh no, you don’t,” Steve interrupts, resting his hand on Tony’s shoulder. Years ago, Tony would’ve shrugged him off. Now, Steve’s glad Tony’s willing to let Steve touch him, let alone hand him things. “We’re having breakfast. Bruce's making breakfast tacos and you are going to join us.”

“But I have—” Tony scowls. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“The puppy dog eyes. You know I hate—” Steve flutters his eyelashes. “Ugh, fuck you, Steven.”

Steve couldn’t help but cackle as Tony storms out, striding to hurry after him.

If he hasn’t been savoring his time with Tony, well, he’s going to savor it so much more now. His borrowed time with Tony might be shortened very soon.

*****

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Sore Loser | Hyunjae (The Boyz Imagine)

Requested --> in which Hyunjae teaches you how to play video games, but gets a little too competitive once you get the hang of it. 

Genre: FLUFF turned up to the max.  Words: 900 

Thanks for the anon who requested this! It was fun to write! :) xx Enjoyyy 

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"I can't."

You blow a raspberry as the character on the screen died for the nth time. Beside you, Hyunjae can't help his snigger rumbling from his throat and you throw him a scowl.

"Oh fuck off," you snarl, ready to throw your controller to the other side of the room. But to your aggravation, your boyfriend's sniggers only erupt into laughter.

You've spent the entirety of the afternoon trying to get the hang of Mario Smash Bros and so far you've been all but shit at it.

Needless to say that your ears are scalding hot with annoyance.

"Here," Hyunjae crawls over when it's clear you are seconds away from exploding. He knows exactly how competitive you are, especially concerning matters which you can't master so easily.

Shifting so that he sits behind you, his arms circle around your waist with his fingers covering yours as he holds the game controller. Warmth instantly floods your insides, heat flushing the back of your neck and his scent washing over you like a comforting wave.

"You gotta use combos for the attacks to work better," his voice, so low and so close to your ear, makes you shiver. His fingers flick over yours, over the buttons, "it's all about the timing of your attacks."

"But it's hard," you whine as your eyes flit over your Kirby's swift punch and kick that sends Falcon flying, "how do you even remember what to press at what time?"

"You don't, you just hope for the best," his chuckle echoes through your ear which makes you shiver.

You're not deterred by the fact that you suck, you spend the rest of the evening practising and practising over and over again as the evening dusk slowly creeps in. At some point, you start seeing your efforts pay off, especially when you start sending Hyunjae's character flying.

"Yes!" You scream and punch the air when you finally win one game. You shoot a triumphant look in Hyunjae's direction, who grins back at you, glad that you're finally having some fun.

The more you play, the better you get. Once you've gotten into the flow of things, you start seeing results as you keep beating Hyunjae more and more, your scores getting a little more equal as time goes by. At some point though, Hyunjae's competitive strikes back. His fingers drum a little louder over the controls, his face tensing in concentration and his mood dampening the better you get, and you can't help but taunt him about it.

"Thought you were better than this," you chime in a sing song voice while avoiding his glare practically piercing holes through your skull, "you know, glaring at me isn't going to make you win."

"I'm letting you win, it's different," he grovels out.

You burst out laughing, "sure Hyunjae, whatever you say--"

The words choke up mid-way out of your mouth when Hyunjae suddenly pounces atop you so that you fall to the floor, absentmindedly noting his hand that pillows your head. Before you know it, your arms are caged in his hands, an iron grip holding you still as he looms over you with that crooked smirk that gets you every time and makes your heart stutter in your chest.

"What?" You laugh, breathless, looking up at him, at the man you're proud to call your boyfriend.

"Think you're too good now, are you?" He murmurs.

"Oh I know I am--"

His lips reach down to silence yours.

You kiss back with a smile, arms already finding their way around his neck like they are meant to be there as naturally as vines twining around a bark while your lips move together in perfect sync. Kissing Hyunjae feels like walking straight into the arms of home and a mixture of butterflies erupt through your chest the moment his hand slips down to your jaw, cradling it like porcelain as he increases the intensity of his kisses. 

His other arm wraps around your waist, travelling under the edge of your shirt before caressing the skin underneath. That makes you shiver, gasping slightly into his mouth. He grins, pulling away to pepper a rain of kisses along your jaw while you catch your breath. 

“Not so cocky now, are we?” he says with a raised brow. 

“Not fair,” you jokingly scowl. 

“Life isn’t fair,” he brushes a strand away from your face. 

"Another round?” You say, grinning up at him in a teasing manner. His face scrunches up in that adorable way of his whenever he’s thinking, before he pops out a loud, “Nope!” 

He doesn’t wait for you to answer before kissing your next word away.