#i know she is so fun to hang around when she isn’t being cold and brooding

[yeahtimesten]

disaster date w/ tashi duncan

you and tashi started off the year as total strangers, sitting next to each other during lecture by coincidence, because neither of you knew other people taking this class. but her taking a chance and grabbing the seat next to you proved worth it. every group discussion was the perfect blend of intellectual and humorous, the both of you making each other laugh about what you two were studying. the dynamic was so good, you were eager to take it outside the classroom.

and that’s why you found yourself sitting across from tashi at a swanky little sushi spot in the city off campus.

no, you weren’t sure if this was a date. yes, you asked her out. you felt maybe it was implied when you asked her to join you at dinner with a movie afterword. but the word ‘date’ actually never left your mouth. and you totally skirted around that word on purpose, unsure if she even liked women like that. and you were equally unsure if she had picked up on the fact that you did.

earlier in the night, you had picked her up at her dorm, and you were totally in shock at how she looked. clearly, she was beautiful, naturally and effortlessly. but the effort she put in for you tonight was enough to make your heart wrench and ache. her hair was slicked back into a long low ponytail, with her curls and waves on display. she wore a black off the shoulder long sleeve that showcased her sexy shoulders and collarbones. and navy blue jeans that hugged her ass in such an excruciating way. yeah, you were smitten.

you let her be on aux on the way into the city, and her choice in music had you both singing along. check on it by beyoncé, from her brand new album, played. you had listened to the song plenty of times since its release, but still managed to fuck up the lyrics of the fast part.

“girl, maybe we should just leave it to beyoncé,” she had said, and your cheeks were rosy in embarrassment. she felt bad and grabbed your shoulder. “i’m just kidding.” a beat of silence hung over you two, and at first she was actually nervous she hurt your feelings. until you burst out singing again, making her laugh as she joined along.

you arrived just in time for your reservation, but they stuck you at this tiny side table, and were too busy to accommodate for anything with a tiny bit more surface space. so your table was overloaded with cups, long sashimi and sushi roll plates, condiments, and sides of rice. you loved that she ordered food at restaurants just like you did. she told you to pick a dish and she’d pick a dish and you could both split and share, which is something you had proposed on other dates before and was refused.

with chopsticks, she reached over the island of dishes and plucked a piece of sliced yellowtail on top of a bed of rice, but upon pulling her arm back, her elbow knocked over her glass of water, promptly spilling it all over the table and herself. shocked, she just sat there as it spilled over, wincing, before her face released into a look of annoyance. you were stifling back laughter, and you could tell she was too. you reached over to pick up her glass, and she began to wipe up her spill with a napkin. you made the same mistake that she did however, as you lowered your arms back down to your own body, your elbow hit the handle of a spoon perfectly, catapulting rice across the aisle, leaving a trail of food that reached all the way to the next table over. tashi couldn’t hold back her laughter no matter how hard she tried, sending you into a fit that elicited snorts, which only caused her to laugh even harder.

“holy fuck, we’ve made a mess,” you state the obvious.

“they are gonna kick our asses out if we don’t get it together,” tashi jokes with you. and in this moment, her smile is dazzling. you could be so embarrassed right now, and maybe you were a little bit, but tashi made you feel so comfortable and at ease with just the way her eyes met yours.

you finished your meals and apologized profusely for the mess. you payed for the bill and you both shelled out a fat tip for the poor server who’d be cleaning up after you. as you walked down the busy downtown street of the city, your both bumping hips with each other, possibly due to feeling the cocktails you both had at dinner a bit. tashi spotted those electric scooters resting on a street corner, and her eyes lit up as she walked towards them.

“have you ever ridden one of these,” she asks you. she looks about tempted to get on one.

“yes i have,” you admit. “and i do not suggest we do tonight, especially in your heels.” and she knows your right.

“we should come back some time and try them out,” she suggests, as she walks back to your side.

“maybe, but i’m sort of traumatized from the first time i did,” you laughed, and she gave you a puzzled look. you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your gallery, and handed her the device once you found it.

she grabbed your phone and immediately cringed at the image before her. she was looking at a photo of your thigh, all scraped up and bleeding. she studies it for a long time, and your cheeks start to flush because you realize a good chunk of your ass (in some cute panties at least) is showcased in the photo. she’s still looking at the photo mortified while you tell her about your drunken night out on the town when you and your friends decided to scooter around. you had mishandled a sharp turn and tumbled off, leading to a gnarly injury of road rash over a decent amount of your body.

“i have this crazy scar still there too, even though this happened like six months ago,” you told her.

“you’re going to have to show me that sometime, that’s crazy,” she says, glancing down at your legs. and as you step in front of her to navigate the busy walkway, you can feel her eyes still staring at your lower half, definitely checking out your ass to see if it compared to what was photographed.

the question of whether this was a date or not still remained as you two reached the theater. she insisted on not only paying for your tickets, but also for the popcorn, soda, and candy you both ordered too. was she just trying to be a good friend and pay you back, or did she want to treat you too?

the movie was proving to be a horrible choice. that was apparent maybe 20 minutes into the film. it was a late showing and despite it being the weekend, the theater wasn’t packed to the brim, just couples and small groups of people scattered evenly amongst the seats. except for the couple who decided to sit right in front of you two, despite having ample seating choices anywhere else. you wanted to feel bad for them, as you and tashi had been chatting and giggling and making fun of the acting in the movie the whole time, but they brought it upon themselves when they chose to sit directly in front of you two.

in the lull of silence between you two (that the people in front of you had been praying for), you decided rest your head on her shoulder. it was… a move, yes. that you overthought the whole time leading up to actually making it. you were terrified of creeping her out and making her uncomfortable by making a sudden move, but also extremely nervous that maybe she didn’t see this as a date at all, and just a hangout between two good friends, and that you making this physical connection with her was just you being an affectionate friend. but, she leaned her head on top of yours, and you melted a bit in your seat.

you sat like this for a while, until she went to readjust. as she pulled her head away, your hair locked into her hoop earring, pulling you along with her. you yelped and panicked, as she whispered apologies to you, and you to her. as you both desperately try to untangle your hair from her jewelry, you’re both laughing, a bit louder than the giggles from earlier in the showing. the couple in front of you finally turn your way, giving these terribly annoyed expressions, displaying some faux-intimidation hoping you two would quiet down. but that only sent you two spitting, attempting to hold back more laughter, unable to take them seriously.

as you both left the theater, you spotted the couple in the lobby talking to guest services, with stern looks on their faces as they demanded refunds on their tickets due to the excessive disturbance caused by you too. you’re both making fun of them, imitating their crazy faces as you exit the building. as you’re both laughing, tashi’s heel gets caught in the crease of the sidewalk, causing her to trip, but luckily you too were walking so cuddled up together you were able to catch her before she fell flat on her face.

“damn, i said you shouldn’t ride the scooter while wearing those shoes, i didn’t know they’d inhibit your walking as well,” you tease. she playfully slaps your shoulder and you two make the trek back to your car.

the city streets were quiet now, with only a few drunk college students hanging around outside the clubs they just got kicked out of, the only other sound on the streets were coming from the muffled music and cars whizzing by. the walk back was the most silent you too had been all night, but it was comfortable. you looked over at her and she was staring up at the stars, she admired how they sparkled as you admired her.

ok, even if this was a date, it was a disaster date. you had some quite horrible nights out with people, but nothing quite like what you experienced tonight. you could have been mortified by every mistake and accident. but tashi, despite being the epitome of grace and elegance in your book, made everything feel so comfortable and natural. if you weren’t crushing on her at the beginning of the night, you definitely were now. scratch that, this wasn’t a crush, you liked her. and you only hoped you’d get the chance to have a terrible night like this again with her.

once you reached your vehicle, you opened the door for her and motioned for her to get in, but she bumped it closed with her butt, leaning on your car. she grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you closer to her. your hands comfortably landed on her hips, as she stared into your eyes. your heart was racing now, unable to believe the physical contact being made.

“i had such a fun time with you tonight,” she said, voice sultry and alluring. she pulled you into her and planted the softest, most supple and sweet kiss upon your lips. “this was the best date i’ve ever had.”

[rafecameronssl4t]

My girl, my business || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

gif by @drewstarkeynation

Summary: You could never brush off what Sarah did to you during your last year at Kook academy, even when you started to date her older brother.

Warnings: suggestive, swearing, Sarah is a bitch in this one soz,

Word count: 508

A/n: once again, summary is shit. Whats new 😔

MASTERLIST

Divider by @yoonitos

“Is your sister home?” you question Rafe, slipping into one of his shirts as he watches you from his bed. “Which one? I have two,” he replies, his tone practically dripping with smugness.

“You know exactly which sister I’m referring to, Rafe,” you murmur, glancing at him over your shoulder as he chuckles, hands coming up behind his head as he leans against his bed frame. “What’s your problem with Sarah anyways?”

You throw Rafe a look, wondering if he was being serious. “Do you seriously not remember what happened when the cops got called at your sisters party that happened to be at my house?” Rafe pulls a face as he thinks for a second, “Oh, shit. Yeah. You got stripped of everything at school, didn’t you?” He snickers as you hurl a shirt in his direction, which he skillfully dodges.

“Not funny dickhead.” you huff, gathering your belongings from his side of the bedside table. “C’mon babe, you know I’m joking,” he says, taking your hands and drawing you close, planting a soft kiss on your lips, causing you to melt into him.

“And no, Sarah isn’t home. She hasn’t been since Tuesday. Probably off with those fucking pogues.” Rafe murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. You scoff, shaking your head incredulously, “Kook princess, my ass.” Rafe snorts at the rivalry between you and his sister.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” Sarah’s voice slices through the air, grating on your nerves as you click the door shut behind you. You turn to face her, meeting her intense gaze head-on.

“Isn’t it kind of obvious?” you retort, your sarcasm dripping like honey from your lips, accompanied by a subtle frown as she watches you, arm tightly crossed.

“Oh, come on, Sarah,” you scoff, trying to downplay the obviousness of the situation, though her piercing gaze makes it clear that she’s not buying it for a second.

“I was fucking your brother.” You say casually, the words landing with a blunt force that leaves Sarah slightly taken aback. The raw truth hangs in the air, mingling with the tension between you both.

Sarah’s voice trembles with fury as she starts, “Get the fuck out of my house—” but Rafe’s voice cuts through the air, commanding and firm, “Watch your fucking tongue, Sarah.” His touch sends a shiver down your spine as his hands gently snake across your waist, his gaze piercing and cold as he fixates on her.

“This isn’t any of your business, Rafe,” Sarah snaps defiantly, her eyes flashing with anger. But Rafe only chuckles, his amusement tinged with something unsettling as he glowered at her.

“It kind of is. She’s my girl so she’s my business. So why don’t you run along with your little pogue friends and leave us alone, sound good? Good,” he says, his voice dripping with authority and finality. With a firm grip, he pulls you back into his room, leaving Sarah standing there, stunned and speechless

“I could’ve handled it, y’know,” you remark, tossing your keys and phone onto his bedside table. He turns you around to face him, a playful grin spreading across his lips. “Mhmm, I knew you could. Just wanted to yell at her for fun,” he says with a smirk, prompting a chuckle from you in response.

[luveline]

more spencerxpregnant bombshell reader please 😩😩💗 i love it sm

“I can’t believe we’re back here again,” you say, your breath turning to white puffs of fog in the brisk air. “I hate Alaska.”

“I can’t believe we’re so heavily wounded,” Hotch murmurs. 

You raise your brow, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. He wears a quarter-zip sweater fastened to the neck, his pale skin grey with the cold. He’s frowning, which isn’t unusual, but you can tell now the difference between his resting expression and true perturbance. 

“Right? When was the last time you had half a team?” you ask. 

“A long time ago.” He thinks on it for a moment before shaking his head, and straightening up. “I’m lucky you could come at all.” 

You hold your baby bump, the distension bigger than ever and your growth showing no signs of stopping. The baby moves often enough to have desensitised you, but anytime they stop you stop yourself and wait again with a racing heart. The baby’s wiggling now right above your ribs, it feels like.

“Is Spencer taking good care of you?” Hotch asks. 

You nudge him mildly. “Worried?” 

“Of course not. Watching you two has…” Hotch, so rarely lost for words, smiles and takes your shoulder into his hand. “I’ve never been happier for someone.” 

“You know I can still make him blush?” you ask with a smug smile. 

“That doesn’t surprise me.” His arm moves across your shoulders and then drops. “If this is getting too much, let me know. You know what’s most important now is your health and wellbeing.” 

“I’m a taken woman, sir.” 

“Enough,” he says, “I can send you home today, if you like.” 

Spencer and Emily come around the corner with two white bags hanging from their elbows. Spencer must catch the tail end of Hotch’s teasing, his mouth pinched with worry that quickly clears upon further investigation of your face. “You okay?” 

“Fine, just teasing.” Spencer steps into your space. “Hello?” 

He takes his scarf from his neck and wraps it around you, one gentle loop at a time. “Your breath is turning to liquid,” —he touches your cheek— “because the air is at dew point. Which means it’s super cold out and you still didn’t bring a scarf or hat.” 

“Imagine me in a bobble hat,” you laugh. “No, thanks.” 

He tucks the ends of the scarf into your coat and the loop of the scarf up over your chin. “You know the baby can feel the cold?” 

“What?” you ask, pulling the scarf up over your nose quickly. 

“Seriously. Not as much as you do,” he adds, sensing your worry, “but she can feel it.” 

You don’t know if the baby’s a she, just Spencer likes to think they are, and you don’t mind enough to correct him. You’ll both love whoever it is you have in the end, of course, and waiting’s half the fun. “You know what else they can feel?” you say. “Hunger.” 

He shows you the straining bag on his arm. “I know, dove,” he says quietly, a rare seriousness, a protectiveness about him that emerges more and more these days about him as he finds your hand. “Let’s go eat, okay? You should’ve had something hours ago.” 

“I felt sick.” 

“I know, I’m not blaming you.” He kisses your cheek. 

Spencer leads the charge back the way you came to the hotel. Hotch catches your eyes as you follow and sends you a look that’s equal parts fond, approving, and bemused. 

“I’m sick of walking,” you say. 

“I can’t carry you,” Spencer says. 

“Is it me, or does he actually sound heartbroken?” Emily asks Hotch under her breath. 

Spencer is actually heartbroken. You lean heavily on him so he can feel useful, and so you can finally have a breather. You make it look easy, but being pregnant is very, very hard. 

[catch1ngmoths]

🫧𓇼*ੈTIME AFTER TIME✩‧₊˚🎐

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “If your lost, you can look, and you will find me..time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I’ll be waiting…time after time” -Cyndi Lauper 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Summary: after a one night stand with Joost you both can’t seem to get each other out of y’all’s heads. You were always on his mind since then and you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond boy with the cute accent… until your paths cross once more. This time Joost won’t walk away

Note: (all credit for the edit above goes to MCRBATS on TikTok!!) this is a part two for “only stay with you one more night” ITS FINALLY OUT GUYSSS!! I beg for more requests because yall give me the most scrumptious ideas for fics ever!! Also, this is kinda bad so please don’t jump me!!!

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE, Talk of past sexual relations, mostly fluff!

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It had been months, you hadn’t seen Joost since that night that left you both achey in a good and bad way. You’d pondered on your thoughts and feelings towards the blondie and you mentally scolded yourself for thinking he’d come back for you. It obviously meant nothing to him, he probably sleeps with people left and right. You were no different to all the others in his mind.

But you were. Joost couldn’t get your name out his mind. Couldn��t get your pretty face and voice out of his mind. He kept thinking about the way you said moaned his name and how soft your hands were against his rough ones. He wanted to go back in time and make himself bite the curb for leaving your apartment that early morning.

You were so so so much different. Sure, this one night stand wasn’t his first rodeo but the way he looked at you was. The way he felt towards you was, he didn’t know why. He really didn’t. He’d only fully been around you for around 5 hours but those moments gave him a feeling he’d never felt before. He felt so much love, care, and warmth towards your personal being and just wanted to protect you from everything.

He’d ruined it though, we walked through and out your front door that morning. He felt cold as soon as he did but there was no going back now. He had in his signature white earbuds in while he looked out the window of the Uber that was taking him home, his mind still on you. And just like that, that was the last time he’d seen your beautiful face and your addicting scent.

The sound of his friend, apson calling his name pulled him out of his trance. He was setting up for his concert in a few hours, when he was preforming it was the only time he could get you off his mind…well somewhat at least. He went over and helped out apson and the rest of his crew and friends. Helping them set everything up and getting everything done for tonight.

You on the other hand were at your friend, Alexis’s house just hanging out when she interrupted you while you were talking. Her eyes were wide like she’d just remembered something and her movements were one of excitement, taking you aback. “Oh my god!! Sorry to interrupt you but I totally forgot about something, so Mia, Rayo, and Lacey are coming over later and we’re all going to a musicians concert Mia likes!!”

You stare at her with a smile and sarcasm laced in your voice, “now why the hell would you wanna interrupt my story to tell me about that?” You say with a chuckle, “beaacauseee…I want you to come with! It’ll be fun and I know the others would love to have you there too!” You furrow your eyebrows, this reminded you of that night where they all begged you to come out to that club with them where you met that boy you haven’t been able to get your mind off of.

You take a deep sigh, “Lex you know how I feel about things like that.” You reply but Alexis isn’t ready to back down just yet, “no I know but this concert will be different, it’s not as big as mainstream concerts and Mia said it’ll be fun!!” Alexis says looking at you with those puppy eyes and pouting in a sarcastic way.

You groan and just like you did that night months ago you agree. Around an hour later the rest of your friends show up a to get ready. You hang with Rayo fixing your makeup before looking over to him, “who are we even seeing anyways?” You ask him curiously, “man I don’t remember, I just remember Mia putting on his music and showing me a picture of him. Good looking guy and his music isn’t bad whatsoever…soo” Rayo replies with a smile

‘Whatever..’ you think, ‘at least this will be something to get me out the house and doing something.’ You sigh as your friends squeal and run to the car, excited to go. You laugh at their childishness and run after them. It takes around 20 minutes to arrive and the whole time your driving you feel this sensation in your chest, you can’t stop thinking about Joost…he was always on your mind don’t get me wrong but something about this was just different.

Joost was backstage, talking with his friends and trying to calm his excitement for the concert. But something about this felt oddly familiar, he’d never felt this before any concert. His mind now fully immersed and focused on you, he shakes his head as apson calls him over. Trying to shake the thought of you out his mind, as he gets up from where he was sat to walk to apson.

“Het concert begint zo, zijn jullie er klaar voor?” (The concerts gonna start soon, are you ready?) Apson says to Joost, clapping his hand on his shoulder with a smile. Joost takes a breath and smiles at apson, “Ja, ben je er klaar voor? Heb je nog ergens hulp bij nodig?” (Yeah, are you ready? Do you need help with anything else?) Joost replies, nudging apson with his shoulder, this makes apson clasp his hands together. “Ah, Ja, dat ben ik helemaal vergeten. Kom met me mee” (ah, yes, I completely forgot. Come with me..) apson says as the two men walk to set one last thing up.

You and your friends finally arrived to the concert. You all scooted to the front, people being nice enough to let y’all shuffle through. You and your friends talked before music played out making everyone around you, plus your friends scream with excitement. A guy runs out on stage, dressed in a while collared shirt with a black tie and black pants.

He has…short, messy, blond hair.. the same hair Joost had. No way, that wouldn’t be him- that was what you thought before he turned to face the crowd. Those features. Holy shit. It was him. He spoke into the microphone and you immediately knew from the sound of that pretty accent. It was Joost, the boy you couldn’t get out of your head.

Your mind races and you can’t decide if you should be excited or mortified that he’s standing right in front of you. On one hand, this is the boy you’ve wanted to be reunited with for months. On the other hand, it’s embarrassing to face him now. You secretly hope he’ll see you and you’re also hoping he won’t.

He sings his song, “offline” as he looks at the crowd before he sees it. He thinks he’s imagining things, you’ve been a constant in his head for months but there’s no way you’re here right now. No way you’re looking up at him with the same shocked expression that his face definitely has. His voice slightly shakes but he keeps on singing. He’s imagining shit, god he needs to get it together

But it wasn’t his imagination. You were there, for the rest of the concert you and Joost made continuous eye contact. And after the concert was done and Joost was backstage he was his wracking his brain for any way he could catch you. He couldn’t let you leave again, he just got given a second chance and he wasn’t about to give it up.

You were thinking the same things, you were alone in your mind the whole concert. You were thinking and planing about what to do after this, once the concert was done and everyone was leaving. You panicked, “u-um you guys can leave without me, I can get an Uber back home! I need to do something..! I’ll text you when I get home safe!” You say

You knew they wouldn’t let you so you run away before they can protest against your words. You look around, after your far enough away. You second guess yourself once your by yourself. Your heart is racing but your thoughts won. What if he didn’t wanna see you? What is he forgot about you and everything about that night.? You shake your head and realize what you’re doing, your friends probably haven’t gotten far.

Before you can run back to your friends you hear heavy footsteps, you turn around frantically. And you finally see Joost turning the corner to the hallway to where you were. He turns his head when you both lock eyes, both of you freezing. You stared at each other, breathing heavily and hearts racing.

“J-Joost..?” You stutter out, your voice weak and body stiff. He immediately breaks out of his trace at the sound of that voice that he’d missed so much. He runs towards you and embraces you, it was strange…it really was. This amount of affection for someone you hadn’t seen a few months and only spend one night together.

But it felt like you both were intertwined, sewn together in some way (Adrianne Lenker mentioned?!) He smiles, picking you up and spinning you around. “Holy shit it’s really you, fuck I’m so sorry. I regretted leaving as soon as I closed your door. I’m sorry if I made you feel used or unimportant, your not and i-“ he’s put off my a soft kiss being pressed to his lips

You grab his face as his hands pull your waist to be flush against his hips. Both of you are out of breath, pressing messy and rough kisses to each others lips. You moan softly on his lips and joost took his opportunity to slip his tounge into your mouth. Nothing but love shown in the kisses as he presses you up against the wall behind you, towering over you as you finally pull away.

“I’m not letting you go again, I hope you’re aware of that..” he says with his signature smile and you giggle before responding, “I wouldn’t have it any other way..” you say before he lowers his head, catching your lips in his once more

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “ Wanna listen to the sound of you blinking, wanna listen to your hands soothe. Listen to your heart beating, listen to the way you move” - Adrianne lenker 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

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TAGLIST: @timewillpasssoon @poppymelonz @pickle-juice-and-vodka @imsiriuslyreal

[and-claudia]

Yours pt. 3 (Paddy x reader) (Speak No Evil)

Warnings: DDDNE (that is your warning that this is gonna get a little fucked up here), masturbation, taking/sending dirty pictures, manipulation, controlling relatives, lying, p in v (not Yn, Paddy and Ciara, trust me on this, okay?), infidelity, mean!Paddy, use of a gag

I think that is it, but seriously, if you read this and think I need to add another one, DM me!!

Word count: 4000+ (I got carried away, I'm so sorry, but not really)

Taglist (Read the rules, follow them or I will remove your response)

Being back in the small, modern apartment I was supposed to call made me sad. It was cold and grey and just uninviting. It was the complete opposite of how I felt around Paddy in Italy. I missed him. I tried to distract myself with everything under the sun. I tried not to think about the night we shared but it was no use. More often than not, I found myself laying in bed, hand between my legs, doing my best to imagine it was him and not my own hand. 

Which is where I found myself currently. I had been babysitting Agnes all afternoon, not that she really needed me to. She was nearly 12 she could take care of herself for a few hours and leave me alone. So when I heard Lousie call my name, I was beyond pissed because I was close to finishing. 

“What?” I yelled back, frustration evident in my voice. 

“You got some mail! It’s from Ciara! Come get it.” She hollered back. 

I sighed and removed my hand, “Coming!” I yelled, though it wasn’t the coming I wanted to be doing. 

As I walked downstairs, I realized it was odd that I was getting something from Ciara. Nonetheless, I walked over to get it. “Oh Ben, we got a postcard from Paddy as well.” She said, handing him the card. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit jealous that he sent something to them and not to me. 

I ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter. 

Hello Darling, 

I didn’t want Ben or Louise to get suspicious of me writing you, so I had to put Ciara’s name on the envelope. I hope you’re not too mad at me. I’ve thought about you every night. Your face, your tits, your tight, perfect cunt. You are consuming my every thought. Ciara can’t satisfy me the way you can. I need you. I hope to see you soon. 

If Ben or Lousie ask what this letter was about, just tell them Ciara hopes to see you soon because she had such a fun time hanging out with you in Italy. 

P.s. 

There’s a surprise for you in the envelope… maybe you can return the favor and write me back. But send it to Ciara. She’ll understand. 

-Paddy 

I smiled and peeked into the envelope before sliding the letter back into it. I bit my lip at the small glimpse I got of them. At the bottom of the envelope, there were some pictures of him, each one with less clothes than the last. 

“What’d she say?” Lousie asked just as I closed the envelope back up. 

“Oh, she’s just hoping that we come visit soon because she misses hanging out with me.” I said. 

Louise made a face, and I knew some disapproving comment was coming. 

“Isn’t that a little weird? I mean, she’s a good deal older than you… Isn’t that a little odd, Ben?” She asked. 

“Hm? Yeah, it’s weird.” He agreed, and I sighed. 

“It’s not that weird. She’s not that much older than me…” I try to defend. 

“I don’t know if that makes it any better… I mean, Paddy is clearly older than her… did you catch how long they were together? Over 15 years, right? How old would that have made her when they got together?” 

“I don’t think that’s our business; they’re clearly happy together.” I said before turning to Ben, “What does the postcard say?” I asked, trying to change the topic. 

“Oh, it’s just him inviting us out to their farm again.” He said, setting it down. 

I took the opportunity to grab it and look it over.

“Have you thought about it?” I asked. 

“About what?” Lousie asked. 

“About going to visit their farm…” I said as if it were obvious. 

“Oh… I don’t think it’s a good idea. I mean, we’re not suited for that type of lifestyle. I don’t really think any of us would enjoy it.” She said. 

I took a moment to think before speaking up again. 

“I actually think it may do us all some good.” I began gently gaining both of their attention, “After I stormed off from brunch that day, Paddy told me that he pitched the idea to you and I agree with him. I think a break for a city and some fresh air could really help all of us out… and then maybe when we get back, I can finally get with a therapist and start working through everything…” I added that last bit as the cherry on top. 

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as I waited for a response. Lousie and Ben exchanged a look. 

“You know what, I think that’s a good idea too. Ben?” Louise said. 

“Yeah… I’ll, um, write back to him tomorrow and set up some dates.” He said clearly slightly thrown off by the sudden decision from Lousie. 

“Thank you!” I said, a bit too excited, “I’m going to go write back to Ciara.” I said before taking off upstairs. 

I was buzzing with excitement. I would get to see Paddy again. It felt like my heart was going to burst. Quickly, I sat down at my desk with a piece of paper and a pen to write him back. 

Paddy, 

Firstly, I was so confused when I saw the envelope from “Ciara” addressed to me. It definitely threw off any suspicions my aunt or uncle may have had. Once I opened it and saw it was really from you, I got excited. I’ve missed you too. Most nights, I try to satisfy myself with my hands, but nothing compares to you. I can’t even look at another man without missing you even more. 

I have good news, though… we will be coming to visit your farm! I am not sure when Ben is supposed to be writing to you soon to set up some dates. I hope we can go soon. I’m not sure how much more of this distance I can take. 

Also, I returned the favor for the little surprise you put in my envelope. I hope you enjoy them. 

Always yours, 

Yn 

I tucked the letter into my drawer so it wasn’t out in the open for anyone, meaning my nosey aunt or cousin, to read. Then I grabbed my Polaroid camera bag off the shelf. I brought it over to my bed and sat down with it to carefully take it out. At the bottom of the bag were a few Polaroids I secretly took of Paddy and me in Italy. On our last day, we had all gone out sightseeing around the town, and I brought the camera with us. On the top of the stack was one I had taken when he and I had slipped away during dinner to get a drink from the bar. The sun was setting, and I managed to get one last picture of the two of us. The sunset was in the background as he kissed my cheek and I was smiling at the camera. It was my favorite picture from the trip, and seeing it made me miss him even more. I reminded myself that it was now only a matter of time before I got to see him in person again. 

After I carefully put the pictures back in the bag and picked up my camera. Unfortunately I didn’t have a good mirror in my room to take the pictures, only the small one on my desk that I used to do my makeup. So I slipped out and went into the bathroom to take a couple full body pictures to send to him. 

I made sure to turn the shower on to make it seem like I was actually doing something in here. After some thought I decided to take the same approach he had and started by just taking my shirt off, leaving me in my jeans and bra. I kept removing layers until I was completely naked. I snapped one more picture before setting the camera down and actually getting in the shower. 

Once I got out, I put my robe on, grabbed my camera, and went back to my room to take one more special picture for Paddy. I wanted to give a small glimpse at what he had been missing. I set the camera up on my dresser, facing my bed. There was a small knot in my stomach that was a mix of nervousness, excitement, and arousal at what I was doing. After fixing my bed up, I double-checked that my door was locked before removing my robe. I knew I would have to work fast with only 30 seconds on the timer. I mapped out my route and thought about positioning before taking a deep breath and pressing the timer button. 

I hurried and got set up on the bed, laying back, legs open to the camera. After a quick swipe through my folds, I wasted no time slipping two fingers into my hole, pumping them only a couple of times, knowing my goal was to get the picture, not get off. I waited for the click before removing my fingers and getting up to grab the picture as it printed. I shook it and watched as the image appeared. 

The thought of Paddy opening these pictures sent a new wave of arousal through me as I sat back down at my desk, wrapped back in my robe, and put them into a fresh envelope along with the letter. I addressed it to Ciara just as he instructed me to before sealing it and setting it to the side. I would get a stamp from Ben tomorrow. Then I got up and went over to my dresser to get his shirt that I stole and put it on. I crawled into bed with images of Paddy’s reaction to the pictures as the only thing on my mind. 

3rd Person PoV

It had been about a week since Yn sent her letter to “Ciara” and Ben had sent one to Paddy. And they had finally arrived. Paddy hardly ever got mail. Only when he was expecting something from his soon-to-be victims did he ever receive anything of importance. So he had been checking the mail quite frequently lately, waiting to see some familiar names. 

When He flipped through the envelopes, he saw the name Ben Dalton in the corner first, making him smirk a little before looking at the last one. It was addressed to his wife, but in the corner, he saw who it was from, and his smirk grew. He tucked that one into his back pocket for now before bringing the other one into the house. 

“Ciara, look!” He said, walking into the kitchen where his wife was, holding up the envelope. 

“That from the Daltons?” She asked curiously. 

“Yup,” He said, opening it and taking out the letter; he skimmed over it before announcing, “Looks like we’ll have guests soon.” 

Ciara hesitated for a moment, “Wonderful.” She forced a smile. 

“What?” Paddy asked, his happy mood suddenly gone, “Is this about Yn?” 

She didn’t answer at first but eventually nodded, “You got awfully close to her, Paddy. Are you really going to be able to kill her? That’s the whole point of this. Are you going to be able to do it?” She asked. 

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s more about the hunt than the kill? Don’t worry. This is going to be the best hunt yet.” He said, a wicked gleam in his eye. 

After their discussion, Paddy went upstairs to open his letter from Yn. He read it and although he already knew it, seeing it in her handwriting made him even more excited for their arrival. He couldn’t wait to indoctrinate her into his sick, twisted world, and he knew she’d do great by his side. 

He looked at the pictures she sent, and it made his cock twitch, watching as each picture revealed more and more skin to him until she was completely bare. But nothing could prepare him for that last one. Seeing the image of her spread open like that all for him, fingers in her tight pussy, it made him painfully hard seeing it and not being able to have the real thing right in that very moment. 

“Ciara!” Paddy called. 

Upon hearing her name she quickly turned off the stove and hurried up the stairs to her husband. It was almost a ritual at this point. The prospect of a new hunt always turned Paddy on and it had always led to a night of hot, passionate sex for the two of them, and she was looking forward to that. 

She had barely even gotten through the door when Paddy began barking orders at her. 

“Shut the door, take off your clothes, and get in the bed.” He commanded. 

She swiftly obeyed and perched herself on their shared bed waiting. Her eyes watched as Paddy undressed as well and then walked over to the dresser to where the pictures Yn had sent laid sprawled out across it. He picked up the one of her completely naked, wanting to be able to see her face to better imagine her while he fucked his wife. 

He finally waked over to the bed and looked at Ciara as she sat, legs spread in anticipation for him to fix himself between them and fuck bed. However that was not what Paddy had in mind. 

“Turn around.” 

She did as he said, unsure what he had picked up from the dresser as he was keeping it from her view. 

“Face down. Don’t even think about looking at me, I don’t want to see your face.” He commanded as he crawled on to the bed. 

I pang of hurt and confusion hit Ciara but nonetheless she did as he said. Then without any warning he abrupt thrusted all the way into her. She let a moan that was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Paddy didn’t give her anytime to recover from his harsh thrust into her as he began fucking her at an almost inhumane pace. 

Ciara squirmed under him, unable to hold still as Paddy fucked her from behind. Her moans bounced off the walls of their small room. Although it wasn’t what she was expecting, she couldn’t help how good she felt having him have his way with her. In someways, it was better than what she was expecting. 

“Quit moving.” Paddy snapped, gripping her hip with one of his hands in an attempt to keep her still. 

“And. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He punctated each of his words with a thrust harsher than last. 

This did little to quiet Ciara. Her moans only grew louder until Paddy couldn’t take it anymore. He hated the way her moans sounded. He hated the way her cunt felt. He tried his best to focus on the picture he held of Yn, but his wife’s moans were making it nearly impossible to keep the mental image of her sound. 

Quickly he glanced around for anything that would help quiet her long enough for him to finish. His eyes landed on his belt than he had unceriomniouisly dropped on the edge of the bed. He grabbed it and tossed it up to her for her to grab. 

“Bite down on that. I don’t want hear another one of your fucking moans, understand?” He said. 

She nodded, and grabbed with a shaky hand before folding it over and biting down on it. Then she lowered her face back to the mattress and allowed him to continue. 

Now with her moans muffled, Paddy was able to focus on the one thing he wanted most in that moment: Yn. It didn’t take long before his cock was twitching with the anticipation of his release. And soon, he was cumming, but he didn’t relent on his unforgiving thrusts until he was completely spent. And then, he pulled out of his wife, got up, put his clothes on, and left the room. 

Ciara was left in a dazed state. Left confused by Paddy’s rush to finish and then leave. The sex itself wasn’t too far out of the ordinary for them. Paddy did have a tendency to harsh at times when they fucked, but not like that. Slowly she stood from the bed and collected some clothes to go shower. Despite his haste to leave, Paddy had been smart enough to collect the pictures and stash them to keep Ciara in the dark about his intentions for this hunt. 

Yn’s PoV

It had been a little over a week after I sent my letter back that I received another one from “Ciara.” I had been the one to check the mail that day so once I saw it I immediately ran upstairs to read it. I felt like a school girl reading a note that was passed to her from her crush 

Yn,

Thank you so much for those pictures, baby, I really needed that boost to hold me over until you get here and I can have the real thing again. I cannot wait until you’re here, where you belong, with me, in just a couple weeks. 

However, I need you to follow directions carefully though before you come here. First off, accept this now to make things easier, you aren’t leaving me once you get here. I said you were mine and I meant it. So, make sure you pack anything you can’t live without. There won’t be a way to get it once we’re done. Do not share this information with anyone. I am trusting you, baby, don’t spoil this for me, okay? 

Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of everything. 

I can’t wait to see you, 

Paddy

I knew it was crazy, but his message made my heart flutter. The thought of him finally getting my aunt and uncle off my back sent a wave of excitement through me. I didn’t need to accept the fact that I was his now. I had done that back in Italy. I loved him and I knew I would do anything for him. In the back of my mind I thought about Ciara and where she landed into all of this. Were they getting a divorce soon? Was it going to be a sisterwives type of situation? Were we all going to be together? 

I tried not to think about it too much and just focused on counting down the days until we left. 

Time seemed to fly by and soon I was sat in the back seat of my uncle’s Tesla, as he drove us down a dark, forest-lined road. We had been in the car most of the day and everyone else was getting tired, but not me. I had only one thing on my mind: seeing Paddy. 

Louise and Ben started going back and forth with idea that maybe we were lost or going the wrong way. But the instructions Paddy gave us were pretty straight forward. 

“Look, there’s the war monument. Just like he said. Just keep driving, we’re almost there.” I said, pointing out the landmark he had mentioned in his directions. 

“Oh, hm, guess you’re right.” Lousie said as we past it. 

After that it wasn’t long until we were pulling up to the farm. And there he was. He was stood next to Ciara, arm around her waist, which did hurt a little, but I had to remind myself that that was still his wife. Ant stood in front of them and Paddy had his hand on his shoulder. 

I had to stop myself from jumping out of the car the moment it was in park. I waited for Ben to get out first. I ran a hand over my clothes, smoothing them out the best I could after sitting in the car all day, then I opened my door and got out. Ben was already greeting them when I stepped around the car. 

“Yn, I’ve missed you!” Ciara said, shocking me at first. 

“Hi, Ciara. I missed you, too.” I said, hugging her as she opened her arms to me. 

“Hey, bud. You doin’ okay?” I asked Ant, ruffling his hair lightly and he gave me a small nod. 

Then I got to Paddy. I froze for a second just staring up into his blue eyes. 

“You forget my name or something, darling?” He teased, snapping me out of my trance. 

“Never, how are you, Paddy?” I asked, hugging him. 

“Wonderful!” He said before openig his arms to hug me. 

“Better now that you’re here, love.” He whispered to me as he held me. 

The hug was over all too soon as he continued on to welcome Agnes and Louise. 

“Well, let’s get inside. Get you all settled into where you’ll be staying then dinner. Oh we have the best dinner planned for you, just you wait.” Paddy said, walking over to the car to help get our bags. 

I admittedly had more than one bag. One was much smaller though, containing only my makeup, toiletries, camera and laptop. 

“Someone’s an overpacker, I see.” Paddy said, grabbing one of my bags. 

“I’m sorry I told her she didn’t need her makeup and stuff but she wouldn’t listen, you know how girls can be.” Lousie said. 

“No need to apologize! Just giving her a hard time is all.” Paddy said nudging my shoulder because he knew why my I had an extra bag compared to everyone else. 

He and Ciara led us inside and showed us around. The house looked quite large from the outside, but once you were in it felt smaller due its closed off layout, but I quite liked it. It was a nice change from the open layouts I was used to. It felt more homey, more inviting. 

“So despite the looks from the outside, we don’t actually have much space… only three bedrooms I’m afraid.” Ciara said. 

“We figured, you and Lousie can take the guestroom, the two youngsters can share the loft and Yn can have the livingroom to sleep in. If that’s alright with her, of course.” Paddy added. 

I was about to respond when Lousie cut me off, “Oh that’s okay, I’m sure Yn wouldn’t mind sharing the loft with them. I wouldn’t want her intruding on your space down here.” 

“Oh nonsense, Lousie. She a grown adult, it’s not fair to shove her up there with the children. Trust me we don’t mind her sleeping down here. That’s why we offered it. Here, come on Yn, right in here.” He said, leaving no room for anyone to object as he led me into the livingroom. 

“Here you can set your bags here. And it may not look it, but the couch is way more comfortable than it looks. I’ve had my fair share of nights on the couch, if you know what I mean. Right, Ben?” Paddy said, bumping the man in question with his elbow. 

“Oh, um yeah… yeah.” Been replied causing me to roll my eyes. I knew he slept on the couch more often than he cared to admit. 

“Alright lets continue the tour, Ciara lead them upstairs please, darling?” He said and she nodded before turning to show us the other rooms. 

Paddy waited until everyone was a few paces ahead of us before grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me to him. His lips were on mine in an instant and he let out a small groan into the kiss. 

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that. Had to stop myself from plating one on ya when you got out of that car.” He said. 

“I wouldn’t have complained.” I said back. 

“Cheeky,” He shook his head smiling, “We gotta be carful though still. Just for a little longer. Can you do that for me baby?” 

“Anything for you, Paddy.” I said, giving him one last peck on the lips before we turned to follow everyone else upstairs. 

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thoughts on battinson with his like seven kids and they have to suffer through everyone wanting to fuck him cause have you seen him??

Alright so this response kinda works in a competely separate realm of canon than what I usually post. I’m gonna preface that right now, but BOY do I have thoughts :D

So when I think of Battinson and his (non)accidental orphan acquisition, I see Battinson as being on a much more even playing field emotionally than most other iterations. He’s not really as stoic and put-together, so having kids (especially multiple) would cause a LOT more chaos and drama. So in this case, I like to think that it happens at a very rapid rate. (Again, I’m saying this because this require straying from the film’s canon to a much larger degree than I usually do.) SO by the time he’s 32, he has an 11yo Dick, a 9yo Jason, and an 8yo Tim. And they probably grow with him much like teen parents do with their kids. He’s not as authoritative as most parents. Instead, he starts out as like half older brother, half dad, then graduates to the roll of batdad after his whole vengeance era.

THAT ALL BEING SAID!! BECAUSE THEY’RE SO MUCH OLDER AND BRUCE IS YOUNGER, THEY DEAL WITH A LOOOOTTTTTT OF CREEPY LADIES TRYING GO GET WITH THEIR DAD. (AND THEY ARE VERY. SMART. FOR THEIR AGE)

Dick, older brother and the leader of the “Save Dad and Our Childhood Innocence” brigade teaches the three everything there is to know. He is the most experienced with these awful public events like galas and charity auctions, so he is in control.

And it is SO much easier to get the creepy suitors to back off when they work as a team

Dick talks everyone’s ears off. He’s the golden boy (getting perfect grades and gold medals in his school’s gymnastics team) so he EASILY gets away with distracting people

Dick will insert himself into adult conversations all the time, and Bruce always lets him, which allows Jason and Tim to wreak havoc on whatever target they chose.

Whenever it isn’t too obvious or it’s late enough in the night, Jason will fake a cold or a headache sometimes (he’s prone to falling sick) and Bruce will insist that he take his kid home and tuck him into bed himself, very fatherly

Tim uses his Youngest Child points to woo the nicer ones and direct them away from Bruce, but it doesn’t usually works on the gold diggers (and thank god because Tim HATES acting cute) so he’ll use it on Bruce instead

When those three plans don’t work, the three gremlins start getting Creative TM

Jason, taking a swig from some wine glass and proceeding to spray it all over Vicky Vale’s white dress: “This isn’t grape juice!”

Tim, resident iPad kid and (despite popular belief) The Most Evil of the Three, sees some lady touching his batdad so he finds her phone number on an online directory and prank calls her every time she gets too close

Suitor: “Your father is very handsome.” Dick: “My father’s dead :(” “…” “Oh wait, you mean Bruce! Yeah, he’s nice.”

One lady starts hanging off of Bruce, but he needs to run off to say hello to an investor. Jason appears from nowhere in his dapper little tux and the lady just says, “So uhh, you like the Wiggles, right?” Jason: “Nope! Have you ever read Crime and Punishment? :)”

Dick “accidentally” slaps some obnoxious guests with his wild hand gestures “Oh no! I’m so sorry :(( Let me get you an ice pack” and pulls them away while the other two hide their laughter

One of the ladies who is WAY too comfortable and forward when flirting with Bruce is forced to sit down with Tim and he goes in head first “what are you doing with my dad?” “oh you know what adults do, honey. Messing around, having fun” and he’s like “well My dad doesn’t look interested” “of course he is! who knows? Maybe we’ll hit it off and make another one of you one day” which gives Tim intense psychic damage, but he’s a horrible little brat so he doesn’t give up. He hits her with the innocent doe eyes and asks in the cutest fucking voice “Where do babies come from?” she BOOKS IT (they never see her again)

Anyway, to answer your question: they are little terrors. and Bruce knows they’re little terrors, but he doesn’t care because he hates the creepy attention even more than they do, but this way it comes with a show :D

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Romy Fic: Intrusive Thoughts

Rating: T for suggestiveness and one bare ass ;)

Summary: Taking place during XM #4 post-Basketball game. How exactly does Remy get Rogue to agree to go on a date?

Notes: Next piece in my canon series. Wanted to write about how we got from the charged (literally and figuratively) basketball game to Rogue agreeing to actually go out with him. Thus this scene was born. Also, it was an excuse to write Remy in the shower. ;) Thanks @ludi-ling for the beta!

I decided I'm adding a panel to go along with each entry...

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Intrusive Thoughts

Remy LeBeau is in the shower, deep in thought.  It had been a hot day but that hadn’t stopped them from playing a good game. It had almost felt like being among friends instead of teammates.  Who would have guessed Jubilee would be good for his ego? And showing up the Wolverine is always a plus.  The physicality had felt good, so much more satisfying than the drills in the Danger Room the professor made them run.  Even as the game intensified, it had all been in playful fun.  They had been accepting of him more than he realized.  

Unintentionally, his mind starts to drift.  Starts to dig around in the dark parts that he prefers to keep hidden.  They tolerate him now, but if they knew…?  There are so many factors that may come into play, so many that may blow over his carefully stacked house of cards.  The Thieves’ Guild, would they take him back? (It’s been long enough - surely they would welcome him home?)  Sinister might want another favor.  (The screams of those poor mutants still keep him up at night).  Belladonna… (He doesn’t want to think of Belladonna… How long has it been since they’ve spoken? How long has it been since they’ve touched…).

He closes his eyes, trying to reach out onto something that isn’t connected to his past.  She is the first thing that enters his mind.  Rogue.   She has been on his mind constantly since he had arrived at the mansion.  A welcome distraction to the darkening intrusive thoughts that have been haunting him lately.  

Stormy had brought him to the X-Men, misguided faith that she had in him. And it’s been nice, for a while, pretending to be the hero.  Pretending that there is some actual good in the world he could do.  Pretending that this might be a family worth keeping.  He knows his track record though, and if he was to be smart about it, he’d take off and not look back.  It’d be better for them in the long run.  Maybe better for him, too.  

For as much as he feels the need to go, he doesn’t. Because she’s there.  A beacon of light enticing him.  A smirk climbs on his lips as he thinks back to the court, about holding her in his arms, about what it would be like if she were really under him.  Or above him.  Or anywhere close to him would do.  The beautiful apple of Eden; forbidden to touch despite knowing how sinfully delicious the taste would be.  He knows better, he does.  But she’s not just another pretty girl.  There’s something more going on with this one.  He just doesn’t know what it is yet.  

…Or maybe he does just have a death wish.  

He turns the shower to cold, needing to cool off.  They are, after all, community showers.  

The sound of a muffled jazz song floats through the air.  Intrigued, he finishes his shower. He then grabs a towel off the rack, giving himself a quick dry down, before wrapping it loosely on his hips.  If he’s hearing it right, the music is coming from the room next door.  And he knows whose that is.  He steals a quick look in the mirror, grinning at his own form, wondering how she will react when she sees him.  

Just his luck, Rogue’s bedroom door is wide open and welcoming.   The stereo on her dresser is playing a slow, soulful tune as she sits curled up on her armchair, reading a book.  She’s changed out of her uniform, and looking relaxed in a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder.  God have mercy on his soul. She doesn’t have to do a thing to be breathtaking.  Wanting her is a constant state he doesn’t mind having to contend with.  

She’s so buried in her book that she doesn’t notice him standing there, casually leaning up against the doorframe.  He takes a moment, just to watch her, just to enjoy the wonderful creature that she is before he lets himself be known.  

“That a good book, chere?” he asks. 

Startled, she looks up, finally noticing he’s there.  Her eyes bulge when she sees him, in shock but not with disinterest.  It’s enough to make him grin wider.  

“Gambit,” she says.  There’s a blush on her cheeks as she turns her head away.  “You have no clothes on.” 

“I was just walking by from my shower,” he says, ignoring her observation.  “And heard Glen Miller on the radio.  Beautiful sounds that old boy makes, I just had to stop and listen.”  He takes a step into the bedroom.  Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t stop him.  “Surprises me, though.  Figured you’d be the type who’d like something a little more…country.” 

She rolls her eyes at him, but smiles.  “I’m allowed to like more than one thing, you know.” 

“So, country isn’t off the table?” 

She bites her lip, looking towards the ceiling as he walks in a little further.  “What do you actually want, Gambit?” 

He comes in close and leans over, nearly whispering in her ear.  “You already know what I want,” he says.  Her entire body tenses as he lingers over her.  He makes her nervous.  He enjoys that he makes her nervous.  He knows when to push and he knows when to stop.  The fact that she hasn’t kicked him outright from her bedroom is a score for the day.  With Rogue, it’s the long game he’s playing.  “What’s this book that has you so engrossed?” 

“Oh,” she finally faces him, surprised.  “It’s nothing.” 

“A Duchess in Need,” he says, intrigued by the title.  “A romance book?” 

“I doubt you have any real interest in my book.” 

“Nothing wrong with a good romance book.” he licks his lips. “I find them inspiring.” 

“I’m sure you do.” 

“So, you wouldn’t mind me having a look?”  He makes a grab for the book.  She tears it away, just out of reach.  He goes for it again, this time using both hands.  The lunge forward causes the towel drop.  

“Gambit!” she cries, dropping the book in order to cover her eyes.  She’s scandalized but he doesn’t much care as he scoops down to pick up the towel and grab the book.  He loosely holds the towel up to cover himself as he flips open the book.  He knows his ass is hanging bare.  He knows, as she peeks through her fingers, that she can see it in the reflection of the vanity mirror.  He wants her to.  

“Oh, this be a dirty book,” he says, very amused as he starts reading.  “Her lips tremble and quiver with desire…”

“Gambit, give it back.” She jumps out of her seat, attempting to get the book out of his hands.  

“His manhood throbs in her hand...” 

“Gambit, I swear, I’ll…” 

“She finally submits to her lust.” 

“Gimme that.” She finally tears it from his hands, pulling it close to her chest.  “I get that this may seem silly to you, but I’m allowed to enjoy my books.” 

He may have pushed a little too far this time.  She is more closed off than ever, holding herself tightly, her eyes once again looking off in the distance.  Only this time there is anger.  “Chere, this book - it’s no good for you.”  

“Why? Because they should only be reserved for perverts like you?” Her voice is sharp.  Cutting.  

“Because it isn’t real romance,” he says.  It’s the seriousness in his voice that gets her to pay attention.  Up until now it’s been all flirty games and teasing words.  Most women he’s encountered, that’s all they need.  Not Rogue.  She’s going to need more.  How far is he willing to go? He isn’t sure.  But he knows there’s something stirring in his heart.  Something he can’t quite figure out.  

He wants her.  He’s known that much since the day he met her.  But he’s learning he may want all of her.  And that’s a much more dangerous game to play.  

“Like you know what real romance is,” she spits out.  

“I do.”  He takes a moment to pull the towel fully around his hips, securing it tightly.  The gesture is not lost on her.  “We get dressed up nice.  I take you to a nice dinner.  We can find some live jazz and dance in the moonlight.  We can talk…” 

“And then?” 

He gives her a suggestive glance.  “And then I take you home like a proper gentleman.” 

She scoffs at him.  “I doubt that.” 

“Your call, chere.” He plays it nonchalant, but his chips are all in.   

A long moment passes. Her eyes flicker as the wheels turn in her mind. It’s like he can see them. Whatever she’s thinking… 

“Okay,” she says carefully. 

“Okay?” He almost can’t believe it.  

“But if you try anything, I’ll break you in two.” 

“I would expect nothing less.” 

He turns to leave, knowing that her eyes are lingering on him, and smiles.  

[muffinsin]

Hiii! I was wondering if you could do a hc on thhe dimi sisters on how skilled they are when it comes to cooking? Thanksies!

Hey! :) absolutely! Like in previous posts, I believe I’ve written of them cook in other HCs, but seeing as there’s none dedicated to cooking only, I’ll make it this one🙌

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

She’s a surprisingly good cook!

While not being better than the kitchen’s staff, she isn’t far below their level of expertise

While all of her skills are self taught, she’s had centuries of practice

That being said, she doesn’t necessarily like cooking

Following Alcina’s lead, she doesn’t openly enjoy many tasks, reserving them for the staff instead

Still, especially during a period in time in which Cassandra, in a way, relapsed and was feeling particularly bloodthirsty and all staff members were threatened at all times, she began teaching herself

With staff members short and no new ones available, the weather too cold for them to hunt and Alcina only having so much time to bring flesh home, she had little choice

Often, she’d stand in the kitchens, studying books and trying new recipes while her younger sisters sat on the counters

Cassandra, growling and whining ever so often, feeling beyond hungry. Daniela, her expression soft bout pouty, her arms wrapped tightly around her sister even as her own stomach cramped with hunger

Of course, Bela and Mother took care of them

Mother, out, hunting for more meat. Bela, at home, preparing the meat that could no longer be prepared by the chefs

“All done!”, the magic words, it seems, for her sisters always jumped up and swarmed around her, hungrily nuzzling at her shoulders and head until their feral minds caught up with the food sitting on the plate

In time, Bela became better and better at cooking

Occasionally, at night, in secret, she likes to try out new recipes

Often, she ends up calling out to her sisters, who are always eager for a midnight snack, even as it means waking up

She likes to try different dishes, some even to surprise Alcina with after a long day, others to try for herself

Thankfully, her sisters are always more than happy to help her out during such experiments

For example, Bela had a fun time learning Daniela dislikes spicy food, whereas Cassandra can’t stand raw vegetables

Either way, she is thankful for their feedback, and indulges them when asked to cook more and larger portions

And, sometimes, she is rewarded with rare kisses pressed to her cheeks by both her sisters as a thank you

Cassandra

Cooking? Pfft! The thought would never even cross her mind!

Her? No way!

But…given a try, Cassandra actually would be rather good at cooking, or rather;

Butchering

She’d know precisely how to cut and prepare meat, how to and how long to cook it

She could prepare nearly any meat given to her, of any creature

Skinning it, cutting the meat, choosing only the best parts of such to prepare them

She has only once made food, steak

She’d remember it vividly, if someone asked

Daniela, her younger sister, whining and standing next to her bed in the middle of the night, clutching her stomach and tugging on Cassandra’s blanket and the hem of her nightdress

Hungry, whimpering, pleading for her sister to help her out

A wish to go hunting together, that would have to go unanswered

Of course, Cassandra could not let her little sister go hungry and bored. Unwilling to disturb their mother and older sister, she stepped up

With Daniela following close behind, still holding onto her sister’s clothing, they swarm into the kitchen easily

Of course, her eyes immediately find the hanging meat all around the room

Pig, horse, dog, chicken, bird, wolf, deer…

She chooses the first option eventually, her fingers strong enough to rip it right from its hook at the wall

Daniela watches in wonder as her sister works, usually so bloodthirsty and rough, now precise in her movements

For a moment, Cassandra almost seems like Bela

Adding blood and syrup, herbs she likes and whatever else she can find for the two of them, Cassandra gets to work

She works precisely and stays concentrated all the way until the meat is done, swatting her sister’s hands away a couple times during the process

When done and presented to Daniela, she wears a proud smile as her younger sister all but digs in, moaning about how good it tastes

After this, in the following weeks, she finds Daniela in her room a couple more times, asking for more

Sometimes, she indulges her. At other times she doesn’t

It’s rare for her to cook, and when she does, she does it in secret

A little secret shared only between her and her younger sister

Certainly, she’d have the potential to be a chef

A butcher, for sure, though she isn’t interested enough to pursue such a thing

No, she likes to stick to her routine, to hunts and chases, torture and games, playing around and teasing, creating art unique to her, content in the knowledge that she has such a hidden skill within her

Daniela

Cooking?…not so much, really

She can’t say she hasn’t tried, really, she has!

And still, it felt like one giant failure

From being indecisive in regards to what to cook, to being unable to tell how to make the dish when finally choosing one, to winging it and spitting it back out in the end again

No, cooking is not one of her strengths

Though, she can bake, and she likes to bake

She likes to experiment like that, has a good understanding of what to do and what to avoid even when she experiments

She likes to bake cookies, bread, cakes and make pies, bake, brownies, whatever picks her interest at the time

And, she loves sharing what she’d made with her sisters, who by now eagerly accept the food given to them

As such, for example, Daniela learns that Bela has a secret sweet tooth and is unable to resist when being brought small, bite sized portions of brownies or muffins, or even cookies adorned with sprinkles or cream

Never anything big, always barely bite sized

But still, she hears the buzzing of her sister’s flies and feels pride within her upon pleasing her and gifting her food she so clearly enjoys

In return, Daniela often finds herself hugged to her older sister, whining about her hair getting messed up even as she grins widely as the top of her head is showered in kisses and little scratches that nearly have her drop right on Bela’s lap for more

Cassandra, on the other hand, enjoys sweet, but never too sweet flavours

Cookies, plain cakes, soft, warm bread

Never sprinkles, never brownies, never fully decorated cakes and pies

Once, she has dipped the cookies made for her sister in some blood-wine “lended” from Alcina

Cassandra wouldn’t stop purring her flies acted up and buzzed extra loud the entire day, the murderous brunette almost high on it like a cat might be on catnip

And still, the cookies are a rare treat for her and earn Daniela a lot of praise and appreciative scratches at her scalp, neck and chin

Heaven, really, if she believed in it

Daniela’s favorite baking times are the ones she gets to spend with her sisters, when she allows them to lick at the spoon, especially so if she bakes using some of the maiden’s blood and her older sisters quite literally bump heads attempting to lick the last bits from the empty bowl

Yes, she’s quite good at baking by now. But cooking? Not quite so much

There’s simply too much salt, too little salt, undercooked, overcooked, missing ingredients, ingredients that don’t go with other ones, too bland, too spicy, too sweet, too sour

She sighs at the thought of cooking. No, it’s certainly not for her

[abbyslev]

𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺- 𝑱𝑱𝑲

A/N: HEY BABIES i’ve been working on this lmao i’m currently in my jjk obsession era i fear 😋 I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS HAHA I HAD SM FUN WRITING IT!! ESP GOJOS LMAOO lmk if you guys want PARENT GOJO HCS BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY CUTE IDEAS LMAOO

WARNINGS: not proofread i fear 💔

yuuji bsfs hcs here!

YUUTA

prepare yourself 

he’s very shy at first, never had friends really so when he saw how cool you were he was very shy to talk to you

ofc you initiated conversation !! 

he noticed how maki was very close to you, yet you were less tense and way nicer 

you showed him around and he noticed everyone knew you which kind of intimidated him 

he started opening up about his interest and you two traded numbers after a while 

after a month or so you two started hanging outside of class and training 

late night dinners!! 

you randomly buy each other stuff from the convenience store !! 

gojo started sending him on missions with you and you had so much patience with him

you were very sweet and walked him through everything 

of course in the middle of a battle he’d stay and watch over you, yet watching intently to make sure nothing went wrong 

late night calls 

always always always helping him study!! 

you could tell maki was holding back a crush and yuuta DEFINITELY had a crush on her 

you were trying to get them to date 

he holds your bags when you guys shop!! 

training together, he asks you don’t hold back on him 

sharing food. you put on his plate whatever you don’t like and he will gladly eat it up!! 

you like to mess with his hair a lot, especially since it’s already pretty ruffled 

once he opened up to you completely, you know when he’s upset 

you know how to comfort him best 

showing up at his door with takeout late at night (you had to beg gojo to get it for you) 

staying in his dorm while y’all eat and play street fighter 

you teach him more about your power and your energy, to which he looks more into !! 

takes interest in your interest, you do the same !!

matching outfits on non-school days on accident

panda laughs at you both btw 

you guys are inseparable basically, if one’s not there, neither will the other!! 

MEGUMI

a lot of people think megumi is this cold, hard kid with no emotion 

WRONG 

you grew up with him, basically being raised by gojo too

he took a liking more to you than gojo i fear 

as kids, you two would fall asleep against each other while his divine dogs protected you both 

gojo ofc had to have a photoshoot 

megumi genuinely respects you as a sorcerer, seeing the endless nights you’d spend in your room training 

he claims he uses full force on you when you two train, but he’s obviously lying 

meg can be a picky eater sometimes, so he puts it on your plate 

he appreciates when you slide your soup to him without a word though 

he likes his space, and he greatly appreciates that you know that!! 

sometimes he wants to sit with you in silence, and sometimes he wants to be alone, and somehow you can read his mood perfectly 

he will tease you sometimes when you guys are alone

if you’re sitting on his bedroom floor, he will ruffle your hair or even crack some jokes 

he actually does play some video games, whichever ones you get him as presents 

he’s not on his phone much, but he does text you back fairly quickly 

doesn’t like you going on missions alone, and if you do, he may send a divine dog with you sometimes 

genuinely doesn’t understand how you can stand gojo sometimes 

which by the way, he uses to make you two match as kids 

gojo literally tried to put meg in a dress and got kicked in the face 

how do you get kicked by a seven year old? don’t ask 

very very supportive, but also very honest 

you call him before you go on dates and ask his opinions on your outfits 

“isn’t that a bit much skin? what if she’s like…i don’t know…not into that? Is that how it works?” poor him he doesn’t know 

if he finds a cute girl and he tells you about it, YOU WILL TALK TO HER ABOUT HIM 

he gets all shyyyyy 

meg still gets shy telling you things 

pretty much trusts you though

“lemme see em hehehe” as he gets his divine dogs out for you so you can play fetch w them :((

his doggies also comfort you a lot so since he’s not very emotionally available he’ll let you vent while petting the dogs

only lets you call him megs. one time panda tried it and got the death stare from megumi 

“why can only they call you megs” “cause i’m his favorite :D”

doesn’t let anyone be mean to you, HE WON'T BE ACCEPTING THAT BEHAVIOR 

pls take care of bb megs HES THE BEST OK 

TOGE

it was kind of a rough start

you didn’t understand his cursed speech and you definitely got stressed with “bonito flakes” and “kelp” 

you would ask him things but you couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t reply 

shorty after you met panda and maki and they explained 

which right after, that night you bought a notebook so you could communicate 

toge thought this was the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for him 

you guys ended up trading numbers and stayed up LATE sending each other videos and gushing about video games 

toge actually is pretty interesting, he hates not being able to talk about stuff with you

you finally got around to understanding his language !! 

that made everything much easier 

one time you were cold and he wrapped his scarf around you </33

don’t let his lack of speaking abilities fool you, this man WILL BE YOUR WINGMAN

you see a cute girl across the street, he’s chasing them down 

you two are an unbeatable duo, which is why you complete harder missions together 

training is ok, he can’t really use his voice so it’s just you two wrestling 

on missions you keep throat medicine on you for him

you help him study a lot, he’s actually very smart 

study sessions usually end up with you two on his bed, junk food everywhere and controllers in your hands,  hushed arguments between the two

you usually buy his lunch and bring it to him, but if y’all are out together, he pays for everything like the gentleman he is 

your biggest supporter!! if you fail at a move or can’t perfect something, he text you words of encouragement 

pls protect toge he deserves the world 

GOJO

dear god hold on 

how you survived high school gojo is beyond anyone’s comprehension 

you basically rasied meg too 

he’s tall… HE WILL USE THAT TO HIS ADVANTAGE 

hiding things from you all the time

if you are texting your situationship or something gojo WILL take your phone and read everything outloud 

if you fall on your ass or something embarrassing happens, instead of helping you he will record to humiliate you in front of his kids 

which btw they are your kids too !!

esp megs, you raised him and (though he’ll never admit it) he sees you as a mom

you submit to nobara’s shopping addiction i fear 

you’ll be in the middle of a lesson and HERE COMES GOJO BARGING IN 

the students stare at him in fear as he lift up one side of his blindfold to show you a funny video he found 

also don’t worry about having to pay for anything, he’s got it covered 

you try and deny him but he’s like “we all know you need it” annoying ass 

you also swear to never take him to family gatherings again 

but you do every single time 

the one time you took him your cousins fawned over him and your aunties asked if that was your husband and you had to explain he was your best friend 

gojo waved at your cousins and even fucking posed ???? 

you yelled at him on the way home but all he did was smile 

you used to tuck in megumi in bed and gojo would be like “don’t let the curses bite” and you would stare him down

gojo sends you on wild missions, yet still makes sure they’re safe enough for you 

he takes a liking to yuuji, meg, and nobara so he sends you to watch over them 

he knows your parental instincts are STRONG so he knows you will protect the kids with your life

one time megumi was being very open and honest with you about a problem and gojo interrupted you guys 

megumi never talked about his emotions again i fear 

if you ever get seriously injured he will joke around and take you to Shoko, but he’s really worried and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you

keeps you out of his battles, and will even fight yours

see a girl you like? he’s on his way to let her know and maybe even get her number for you! 

will literally bring you food at two in the morning 

it's just who he is 

knows he seriously fucked up when you pull his hair, lift his blindfold up and see your face like “>:(”

you usually call him saturo so when you say “gojo SATURO!” he knows he fucked up

he loves his kids…yet he leaves them with you and now you have to deal with their bickering 

on your off days he loves to take you to shopping and out to eat! it’s his favorite

“max out my card” as an apology but all you want is a real explanation to why he blew up your room and why his kids were laughing 

you flick his forehead a lot 

you and utahime gang up on him a lot i fear 

though she’s very serious and you just like to tag along 

he buys you cool little trinkets 

“what’s this?” “a special something” and its literally just a snow globe 

not very emotionally available either so he just jokes around and tries his best to help you 

you understand he can get upset and refuse to show it, so you just sit beside him and draw shapes on his knees until he says something 

his phone is full of you throwing fits and angry photos 

occasionally cute ones of you guys together 

he sends you thousands of photos of either him, scenery, his kids or strangers 

you do the same obviously 

one time you and shoko hung out and sent gojo a pic and he screenshotted shokos smeared lipstick and sent it with a “??”

you post him on your insta and all ur friends slide up asking for his @ 

yes his ego gets bigger 

your favorite thing to do is grab the back of his head and yank off his blindfold and curse at him 

use to shove megumi in your arms and scream into his hands 

“HE WONT EAT THE FUCKING VEGGIES PLEASE JUST HELP”

megumi gladly ate the veggies you fed him 

rivalry fr

“EW PUT SHOES ON” as he wiggles his bare feet in your face

will teleport to your room randomly 

you also steal his glasses randomly 

he KNOWSSSS when theres a woman in room

will start spam texting you for details 

he is part of the sassy man apocalypse i fear 

you and shoko shoo him away for some “girl time” and he goes “i AM one of the girls” with a little sassy eye roll

i could write about this man forever LMAOO

fav

NANAMI

its not a spoken title but trust everyone knows your nanamis best friend 

i mean why else would he allow you in his office just so you can gossip ?? 

gojo complains about being mistreated 

whenever he buys books he buys two, one for you one for him 

buys you lunch! 

since he does love food, friday and saturday night dinners are a must 

you guys like to try different foods from different countries! 

every once in a while he will drink wine with you 

you guys are pretty much a deadly duo 

will give you flowers! it’s sweet

he’s not big on social media but he will go on there to like your newest post 

gojo complains again i fear 

you planned a super big vacation for you both for his birthday and even got some days off for him

that was the only vacation he’s ever been on, and he couldn’t thank you enough

though you wanted to pay, he ended up paying for everything you wanted at the trip

you spent so much money on reservations and plane tickets, he was worried 

he refuses to let you pay for anything! 

he’s not a pro at dates, but he will help you plan out a date 

also buys you a new outfit and helps you get ready 

“Did you get her flowers? should we get her anything else, or is this fine?” 

biggest supporter, but also does not enable bad actions like fear 

“well you’re not my dad” “fine then, go and get butthurt” 

he’s very sarcastic and straightforward with you, you love it 

he’s very organized about his outfits, so you’ll mess with him by saying his shirt is untucked or something 

when he carries you on his back because you’re super drunk you’ll be like “you loveeeee mee” 

“you keep telling yourself that.” but he indeed loves you so much 

opens doors for you, car doors, keeps hygiene products for you in his car, never lets you pay, always has a jacket ready for you, carries your bags, gets you dinner, this man is THE gentleman 

“NNAAAAAAANAMIIIII” “oh god, what now?”

you bust into his office anytime 

you guys like reading the morning paper and sharing your thoughts on it 

you got eachother thin little matching bracelets 

he does wear his :(( all the time :(( he never takes it off :(( 

CUTE CUTE CUTE YOU GUYS ARE BESTIES 

tags: @saenora

[heyclickadee]

Saw another “why would Tech even be interested in Phee” take out in the wild, so here’s a partial list of Phee’s many attractive qualities, because the double standard of every other character vs Phee is exhausting:

(Quick disclaimer—this isn’t me saying anyone has to like the ship. You don’t. It’s fine. Don’t ship things you don’t want to ship. Dislike the way it’s been written in the show if you want. Ship these two with other people or with no one if you want. I don’t care. This is just me being tired of people being weird about Phee):

1. She’s smart. She can improv her way through dealing with death traps and she’s got an area (areas) of expertise that Tech knows relatively little about. That makes her interesting. Also hot.

2. She’s gorgeous. Look at her. She’s ridiculously pretty.

3. She’s a great storyteller. Yeah, she changes her stories every time, but that’s at least part of why Tech is paying attention, because he notices that.

4. She’s a stone cold badass. And she’s a FUN stone cold badass. Disarmingly charming stone cold badass.

5. She’s a remarkably good person. She steals artifacts so that refugees can hang on to a bit of their culture in diaspora. This seems to be what pushes Tech from, “Oh, she’s interesting,” to, “OH. SHE’S BRILLIANT AND I MIGHT BE IN LOVE.”

6. She’s not nice, but she is kind, and that’s honestly a quality that she and Tech share. Phee isn’t soft, she’s not going to talk in therapy speak, she’ll push a little hard sometimes, but gosh darnit if she isn’t the person who would always stop to help someone with a flat tire (or respond to finding out some friends are broke, jobless, and on the run by immediately taking them back to her secret refuge so they can rest and recoup).

7. She’s incredibly direct and unafraid to speak her mind and…okay. This is going to get long. And I know some people will disagree with this, and that’s fine because everyone is different, and wants different things. But. Speaking personally from my point of view. The fact that Phee gives as good as she gets would be a really reassuring quality to have in a partner. I see a lot of myself reflected in Tech, but one of the many, many ways in which we’re very different is that I’m a consummate people pleaser, and Tech is very much not. At all. I don’t think he has a people-pleasing bone in his body.

But, here’s the thing—about half of my people pleasing comes from being terrified that I’ll say or do something that inadvertently hurts someone, and that person won’t just tell me or give me the chance to explain or make things right. And for how that relates to dating, I had people—friends and family—keep trying to set me up with incredibly shy men through most of my early twenties, no matter how many times I objected, because they had this perception that I was soft, wishy-washy, and needed to be treated with kid gloves. And…no. I’m opinionated as hell. I’m relatively confident about certain things. I just shut down my ability to project any of that because I was terrified of running roughshod over people without meaning to. But when I’m around someone who I know is willing to disagree with me, who I know will explain why, and who I know will push back if I take something too far? About 90% percent of my people pleasing and social anxiety evaporates. I know I don’t have to walk on eggshells around them—and that they aren’t going to walk on eggshells around me, either. They’re going to be direct about their issues and treat me like a freaking adult.

And, honestly, the fact that Phee doesn’t walk on eggshells around Tech (who also gives as good as he gets—Tech isn’t soft, nice, or shy and retiring; he’s confident as hell and he should be, because hot damn)—is. I don’t know. I like that she’s direct, and that she will recognize and pull back if she’s gone too far. This is projecting a bit, but, speaking personally, I would rather be with someone who treats me like an adult and tells me what’s up even if it’s uncomfortable than someone who never, ever tells me when they’re upset because they’re afraid of hurting my feelings and just lets me stew in social confusion all the time.

8. She can more than hold her own in a fight and she carries a sword around. That’s hot, I’m sorry.

9. Phee’s fantastic with Omega. She talks to her like she’s a person, she doesn’t ever shut Omega down, she’ll tell her stories, she’ll joke around with her, and she’s generally very respectful while also not holding her to the same standard she would if Omega were an adult. She’s even a little protective of Omega, even though Omega isn’t at all her responsibility. I think the moment that took Phee from ‘cool’ to ‘fantastic’ for me was towards the end of ‘Entombed’ while the Deadly Giraffe of Death was collapsing; Phee’s right there trying to shield Omega alongside Hunter. And. Like. Omega is Tech’s baby sister, he’s probably going to notice that how Phee treats her. Massive points in her favor for this.

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 32: Haley's POV

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

To my delight, I awakened in the early morning with the person I had just shared quite a night with still by my side. I do feel fairly guilty for not returning the favor for Danny, but she had rocked my world so intensely that I couldn’t even register what had happened. 

I also was feeling a little nervous with everything too, considering it was my first time getting down and dirty with a girl. I really don’t want to embarrass myself, or make myself a fool. Being bad at things on the first try makes me lose my mind too, so I can either be phenomenal or nothing at all. Little dramatic on my part, but I don’t want Danny to laugh at me or pity me.

She really isn’t that kind of person though, she wouldn’t laugh at me or make fun of me. I know she would be patient with me and let me take my time figuring things out, but I don’t want to disappoint her. Danny really set the bar high with her performance last night.

Just as I was about to sit up in bed, I looked down and noticed Danny’s arm strewn across my stomach. Her hand was caressing the side of my hip ever so gently in her sleep. She was sleeping, stomach down, head turned away from me with the blankets weirdly entwined with her legs. She is a really warm bodied person, so I can see how the blankets got kicked down to our legs like that. I would’ve been cold all night if it wasn’t for her body heat.

I watch as Danny’s bare back rises and falls slowly with each deep breath she takes in her sleep. She was truly okay with sleeping naked last night, which I really didn’t mind. It is a nice treat to wake up to this morning, that's for sure. 

Suddenly, as if sensing I was awake, Danny rolls over onto her back with a groan. She stretches her arms above her head and grabs onto the headboard. At this moment, all other thoughts have escaped my brain and my heart flutters in my chest.

“Haley,” Danny groans in another attempt to stretch, this time her legs. “Are you up?”

“Mhmm,” I sing back, soaking up her beautiful body. I try to be polite, but my eyes just keep finding their way to her chest. 

“I did end up having a dream where this ended up coming off.” As she said that, she tugged at my nightgown. Danny had rolled onto her side now to look at me, propping her head up with her hand. 

“Oh, did you?” I seductively respond, propping myself up as well so we are face to face. She wraps her other arm around my waist and pulls me closer, pressing our bodies together tightly. 

“Do you always look this pretty when you first wake up?” Danny whispers.

“I could say the same to you…” I feel my cheeks heat up and look away sheepishly. She brings my gaze back to her by taking my chin in her hand. She softly kisses my lips, which I quickly return. 

What starts off as a wholesome moment, quickly escalates to a continuation from the night before. Our lips move in perfect sync with one another, sometimes slipping a tongue into the mix here and there. I find myself rolling on top of Danny so that I’m straddling her hips. She effortlessly slips my nightgown off and hangs it up on the post of the headboard. She does a double take when she notices her cowboy hat hung up on the same post.

“Hey, there’s my hat,” she exclaims as she reaches over and places it atop of her head. She just got significantly sexier with the hat.

“Oh my Yoba…” I mutter, feeling my underwear getting a little soaked. And so early in the morning, how dare she.

I feel her grab onto my hips and flip me around so that I’m now under her. She grabs onto the headboard with one hand and keeps the other wrapped around my waist. 

“Ah ah ah,” I managed to get out between kisses.

“What’s wrong?” Danny pulls back worriedly.

“You had your time to shine last night. It’s my turn,” With my movement, I slowly guide us into switching positions so that I’m back over her. 

“Are you sure you are comfortable with that?” Danny sighs, biting her lip.

“Well when you make that face at me. I’ll do anything for you,” I reply, nipping at her neck. She tilts her head back and untenses her body, putting her arms behind her head. She still has her darn hat on too.

I start to venture down her body the same way she did to me last night. I place kisses all over her body, focusing mostly on her chest. Soon after I travel down to just above the hem of her panties and nip at her skin around there. Taking a deep breath, I go to slip my hand under the waistband. But just before I do, I notice my long, manicured nails. I hesitantly cringe at the thought of using my wicked long nails to pleasure Danny, but then get a bold idea. 

I made the decision so fast, Danny didn't even realize I had hesitated. Instead of slipping my hands down the front of her waistband, I slip them down the sides and tug her underwear off. I gently graze my fingernail along the inside of her thighs, giving her goosebumps. My thumb finds its way to her clit and I rub in circles. She is soaking wet at my touch, making my stomach flip in excitement.

I lower my head down to between her legs and push her legs further apart so I can start using my mouth. 

“Oh Haley…” Danny moans, arching her back as my tongue makes contact with her clit. “I didn’t expect you to do that…”

I don’t reply since I was a bit busy, but I bring one hand up and flash my nails at her as my only explanation. 

I feel her legs start to quiver and shake but I hold them down, not letting her squirm away from me. I’ve never felt so dominant in a relationship before. Even between Danny and I, she is usually the one doing the work so this is a nice change.

“You are doing so well,” Danny moans to me, making my heart skip a beat. I watch her hand fly up and grab onto her hat as she arches her back again. Her body starts to shutter, and I feel her start pulsing against my tongue. She lets out a moan, but I hear her try to hold back anymore from escaping. She is making sure Emily doesn’t hear what's going on. 

Slowing down and pulling away, I look up to see Danny panting heavily, closing her eyes and leaning her head back.

“You sure you’ve never done that before?” Danny breathes out. 

“I think I’d remember if I had,” I chuckle.

“Never know. What if you had too much to drink,” Danny teases, putting her underwear back on. I give her a playful shove as I get up to put some clothes on for the day.

“Round three?” Danny sneers, eyeing me up as I bend over to ruffle through a drawer of my dresser.

“Put your clothes on, silly,” I begin to put on a jean skirt and blouse. Danny tries standing up from the bed, but her legs wobble too much and she just falls back onto the bed. 

“I need a minute,” she huffs. I pick up her clothes from the floor and toss them at her, rolling my eyes playfully. 

She slips into her flannel and starts doing up all the buttons. She then finally stands up and hikes her shorts up and on. 

“Time for breakfast,” she slings her arm around my shoulders and walks us to the bedroom door to head out for the day. I have a sneaky feeling everyone is going to know something is up. Danny isn’t exactly the subtlest person ever. 

The two of us head over to the kitchen, Danny’s arm still slung around my shoulders. I feel a blush forming on my face as we near Emily who is sitting at the kitchen table. And just as I suspected, Danny cannot refrain from doing the most already.

“What’s up Emily!” She holds her hand up for a high five. Emily raises her eyebrow but smacks her hand against Danny’s. She quizzically turns to me for an answer, but sees the huge blush I have on my face. 

“OH MY YOBA,” She screeches. Her hands fly up to her mouth to cover it in shock. Danny goes to lean on the table, but stumbles as she just misses the corner of it. She cannot play it cool whatsoever. 

Time for me to get ready for a million questions and have the whole town know.

[lemonjamdraws]

LILANETTE WEEK DAY 4 - SPOOKY

marinette plays NOT silent hill remake btw

“Why would I be scared?” Lila tucks her legs up on the sofa, wrapped up in cozy blankets as Marinette sets the mugs of pumpkin spiced hot chocolate down on the coffee table.

“It’s a pretty intense game,” Marinette answers, falling back into the cushions beside her friend, controller in hand. And what a weird evolution of their relationship thus far. In a bid for Marinette’s social standing, Lila has been interjecting herself into the girl’s life more and more. Without as many outrageous lies, the Italian is much more tolerable and even fun to be around, with many a cutting word. 

Of course, her pointed and public disdain of Chloe always helps gain Marinette’s favor. For whatever reason Lila has wiggled her way into being one of Marinette’s closest friends and even her most regular guest, more than Alya even as the reporter is often working on the Ladyblog, babysitting her sisters, and hanging out with Nino. Both of Marinette’s parents love Lila, who knows exactly the right way to compliment the pastries of the bakery and praise Marinette’s work as the class representative.

Lila shifts to press her shoulder up against Marinette’s, getting close and warm. With as handsy as Lila was with Adrien and other classmates, Marinette isn’t surprised. 

“It’s just a game,” she scoffs, “I’m sure I can handle it. I’m not a child.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

Silence falls briefly over them as Marinette boots up the console and launches the newest Quiet Mountain remake that was released just a day ago. For whatever reason Lila offered to accompany Marinette to the midnight release, leading to the two girls standing in a line in the crisp autumn cold for hours. Horror games (or games in general) don’t really seem to be Lila’s jam but to be fair, she’s called out a few terms and gamer lingo every once in a while so she may know more than she lets on.

Five minutes in, the most obvious jumpscare pops out and Lila jolts so hard she nearly spills the hot chocolate in her hands, a short shriek escaping her lips.

“What was that you said about being able to handle it?” Marinette says, amused as she pauses the game briefly. Lila immediately sets the cup down as she schools herself quickly.

“I was just testing you,” she says, looking away.

“You don’t have to watch me play this, you know,” Marinette says, patting her on the head.

“Unpause,” Lila returns, “I’m fine.”

“If you say so…”

Another ten minutes pass and it ends with Lila gorilla gripping Marinette’s shoulder, yelling again. It’s surprisingly cute and she laughs, barely maintaining enough focus to place her character in a safe hiding spot.

“My parents are going to wonder who’s getting killed if you keep that up,” Marinette says with a grin, chuckling. Lila’s cheeks darken as she pulls away. “But you can keep holding on, if you want. Just be careful cause I do need to use the controller.”

Lila readjusts herself and doesn’t deign to reply as she replaces her hands to wrap around Marinette’s elbow, which is definitely going to impede her gameplay at some point. Marinette wonders why Lila is putting up with all this if she doesn’t enjoy horror, but she returns to the game anyway. Lila’s fingers dig in at times, when the tension rises and the enemies begin to patrol the levels. At some point in time the weather takes a turn for the worse and a rhythmic drumming of rain sounds from the windows.

Despite her screaming and shrieking at all the jumpscares, Lila starts getting invested in the story, eyes wide as she reads the subtitles. An hour in, and even Marinette gets got. As practiced a gamer as she is, she isn’t immune to every jumpscare or well-designed horror encounter, and it’s during a particularly intense chase scene that she starts yelling too.

“ Go, go, go!” Lila’s chanting desperately, on the edge of her seat.

“ Runrunrunrunrunrunrun-” Marinette repeats, sweating as she barely succeeds a quicktime event. The player character rolls and leaps through the narrow opening and falls to safety on the other side and Marinette wheezes in relief.

“Holy shit,” Lila says.

“Yea, holy f-aaaAIUUGH!” Marinette’s words are cut short by a rising shriek of her own as the game camera is violently shaken, a creature from nowhere grabbing the character’s arm and forcing it close. Lila jolts, not expecting Marinette’s terror and practically knocks the controller clean out of her hands. Miraculously the menu button gets pressed in the chaos so the game pauses, but Marinette is heaving breaths, adrenaline rocking her body.

A few seconds pass as the two girls look at each other, breathing heavily. A laugh escapes Marinette as the tension settles. When did the sun set? It’s so dark outside.

Crack!

Lila’s most bloodcurdling shriek yet comes as the power goes out, plunging the two into complete darkness and Marinette can hardly see a thing. Warm comes against her as what must be Lila launches herself towards her, grabbing on for dear life. She falls down with the impact, trapped underneath Lila on the couch cushions.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Lila says frantically, “oh my god.”

“That was a well-timed lightning strike,” Marinette says, trying to play it cool, “holy shit.”

Marinette can feel as Lila buries her face into her shoulder, her arms tightening even further. Making a fond smile, Marinette returns the hug. A girl could use some grounding physical sensation in this moment. Holding Lila feels nice , even if the girl is practically hyperventilating.

“I’m not scared,” Lila says into her shirt.

“Of course not,” Marinette says. “Let me go get the candles.”

Fingers tighten against her.

“You could just stay here instead,” Lila suggests, her voice wavering.

“I won’t be going too far.”

Silence as Lila only continues to cling to her, her breaths slowing down. Marinette strokes down Lila’s hair, hoping it’ll help calm her down. She feels around with her free hand to draw the throw blanket back across the both of them.

“I guess it was late enough already,” Marinette says, softer, “we can just sleep for the night.”

It’s in the moments like these when Alya’s teasing words come to mind, always joking about how Marinette should just get together with Lila and call it good. But Lila has never asked her out or anything like that, to her knowledge. And half the time the bridges of physical intimacy they share aren’t even that different from what she does with Alya or some of her other girl friends, though she guesses she doesn’t usually snuggle them for longer than a short hug.

That being said, Lila is comfortable in her arms. She’s warm and her hair is soft. Marinette rolls them onto their sides and tucks Lila’s head under her chin, thinking she might still be spooked. Quiet Mountain doesn’t really lend to a peaceful night’s sleep, so the girl might have trouble getting rest. Lila only silently presses herself closer against Marinette, not saying a single word as her breathing calms down.

Well, at least it’s a Friday night anyway. No need to worry about waking up early.

“Well, good night,” she says, and Lila nuzzles in for the rest of the evening.

[leatherface-kisser]

Can I request headcanons for Drayton, nubbins, chop top, and Bubba with a little sister around 7 years old. I like to imagine she's the exact opposite of them and is very sweet and innocent

Absolutely! Thank you for your request! These were so precious to think about. I did go a little dark in the very end, but there's nothing graphic, it's only implied. Hope that's okay!

Warnings : Murder and Cannibalism (implied)

🧸The Sawyers with a young sister🌷

Now let me make something clear beforehand… good luck trying to stay 100% innocent as a child while growing up with the Sawyers. The house is FILLED TO THE BRIM with bones and other human parts. Leatherface is wearing masks made out of human faces. I mean, there are literal murders taking place within the house! And the cannibalism obviously! I’m not saying it would be impossible for a kid to be innocent and sweet in this family, don’t get me wrong. However, I think the innocence would be more so because the child is oblivious to the fact that all of this isn’t normal.

With that being said! With such a young little sister around, the older Sawyer brothers would be viciously protective of her. You know how big brothers get with their baby sisters. No intruder could even manage to get close to the property without rapidly being dealt with. They’re more territorial than ever. No one will ever hurt their little sister. If it happens, it will be over their dead, cold body.

With Drayton at the gas station and the twins wandering around god knows where most of the time, the little girl spends most of her days with Bubba and Grandpa. Grandpa, as much as she loves him, isn’t exactly the most fun to hang out with though… So she and Bubba are the closest and get along very well. Bubba is a bit relieved not to be the baby of the family anymore and he feels a bit more capable and confident due to taking care of her during the day. When he’s not busy with chores, he plays with her. They’re often playing pretend with tea parties, playing dress up… and Bubba is genuinely having a blast each time.

Imagine Bubba letting his little sister do his masks' hair, with little ribbons everywhere and everything. Picture his pretty woman mask with ponytails or braids decorated with flowers, adorable. He sits on the ground and patiently lets her have fun, he himself is enjoying the little makeovers for sure. He only intervenes when she’s being too rough on the mask or when she needs help.

There’s also lots of Tag you’re it and Hide and Seek. Can you imagine how cute that would be? There’s this giant who's poorly hidden in a corner of the house or behind a tree, oblivious to the fact his round belly is sticking out of the hiding spot. And his baby sister creeps closer and closer until she jumps out at him with a loud “BOO!”. Bubba jumps with a startled yelp, causing the little girl to giggle with glee.

The two of them are very close and it’s honestly super sweet. I have a feeling Bubba would get along well with children. They share pinky promises, little secrets and such together. Bubba often carries his sister around like a bag of potatoes much to her absolute joy and delight. She loves nothing more than when her strong brother lifts her off the ground with no effort. Leatherface might be terrifying to others, but to his sister, he’s the strongest, kindest, safest person around!

Everyone is very, very fond of their sweet sister. And Grandpa also appreciates his granddaughter of course. Sometimes, she settles near him and rambles on and on about various things. You know that thing kids do, talking about mostly nonsensical things. Grandpa isn’t completely there, but he seems to enjoy her presence. The girl also probably likes to “gossip” with grandpa, like how Drayton says a lot of bad words, how Chop Top kinda stinks sometimes and how Nubbins blew raspberries at her the other day (How rude!). She does this mostly because Grandpa never scolds her for gossiping. He never really answers, but she still loves him.

The girl will be wearing her brothers’ old clothes from when they were children. Almost all of them are patched up, some of them are a little baggy, but they do the job just fine! She may have one cute dress to wear for special occasions, but otherwise, she wears the clothes that have been passed onto her. 

Sometimes, when a specific piece of clothing reminds him of something, Drayton often rambles to her about an anecdote from when he raised his little brothers. “Oh I remember patching up that one! Nubbins got stuck in that tree over there, it took an hour to get him down! The shirt got all messed up… Fucken nitwit… At least yer sweet hm? You don’t get into trouble like that. Yer a good girl.” *head pats*

Oh yeah, Drayton swears a LOT. He would attempt to watch his mouth around his impressionable sister, but he quite often slips up. Bad habit he inherited from Grandpa. Chop Top also swears like a sailor, but doesn’t even attempt to limit himself. He would probably even go as far as to teach his sister bad words just to piss Drayton off. Nubbins only swears occasionally, his language is surprisingly clean compared to the other two.

Speaking of Nubbins, he makes a ton of little toys and trinkets for his little sister! They’re pretty… Morbid. But still! They’re made with care and love, that’s what matters, and the kid most probably loves them. I can imagine Nubbins crafting dolls out of taxidermied small animals, and plenty of other stuff. His artistic tendencies and imagination comes in very handy! He takes so many pictures of her also. Just... so many. This kid has seen the flash of the camera hundreds of times by now.

Chop Top listens to music with her. He's that cool brother who visited the world and has a ton of stories to tell about his time in Nam Land. And he knows a lot of songs! So smart! The young girl listens to him talk with music in the background. She's having a bit of a hard time keeping up with the narration, but it sounds very interesting and cool nonetheless!

Bubba also makes stuff for his little sister! He knows how to sew quite well and will spend a lot of time adjusting his sister’s clothes so that they fit her a little better. He might also use scraps of clothing from previous victims to patch them up, or even decorate them! The sawing looks rough, but it’s sturdy.

Bubba gave the little girl his old Teddy Bear one night when she came into his bedroom after she had a nightmare. Big bro Bubba is very strong, he can protect her from any mean intruder! In an attempt to comfort her, he dug into his closet and retrieved the dusty plushie from the back. Teddy could protect her! He had protected Bubba from nightmares just fine when he was her age! Now that he doesn’t need Teddy anymore, she can have it. A pretty bow was added on the bear later on. She carries the thing everywhere with her. Teddy has his own spot at the dinner table.

Almost all of her toys are either passed onto her, or were crafted by one of the brothers. Brand new toys are a rarity and only reserved for special occasions, the Sawyers can’t afford much when it comes to these things. No worries though, the toys already available to her should be plenty enough! I imagine the kid would have a blast playing in the bone room. You know, the one where Pam stumbles upon in the movie. Picture this kid playing with different skulls, making them talk and playing out little adventures, or her just having fun with the feathers on the ground. Heck, just going outside is the best activity ever for the girl! There’s a big property to explore, flowers to pick up, bugs to capture and chickens to pet!

However, it’s always a bit scary for her when there’s intruders or victims around. There’s a lot of screaming and chaos, and Bubba looks very scared too. The girl is a bit frightened each time, but she feels reassured when her big brothers laugh in these moments. They’re laughing, so everything’s okay right? Plus, the screaming always eventually stops, they’re all strong enough to protect her, especially Bubba. Also, when there’s a guest, that means the fridge is getting restocked, which means more food on the table! So it’s okay. The girl does not know any better, this is just life to her. Family is good, family is safe, family is everything.

Thank you for reading! 🌼🧡

[canadianfangirl-95]

Choose One. 

Triple Frontier character x f! reader

Don’t talk to me this was supposed to be a drabble but idk how to stop. No description because this literally feels like I took 4 pages out of a book and threw them down with no explanation.

No specific TF character is the love interest, choose one of them as your fave and enjoy the angsty ride. No description of reader, nicknames Black Widow and princess.

Warnings- mention of smutty stuff but pretty tame, Tom being an SOB, swearing, drinking 

Word count- 2700  

The evening air in the small South American town you were based in was growing cooler as the sun had set. You were seated, squished between two of your teammates, Frankie and Will, while Benny and Santi sat on the floor of the common area building, leaning against a small coffee table. Each of you were putting back beers like they were the last on earth, and just enjoying each other’s company. The conversation had swiftly changed to the favourite subject of the group, Santi’s love life.  

Will commented, “I think we all know the biggest slut around here is Pope. Didn’t you hook up with Tara from scheduling last week? She was only here for 3 days, and you still managed to get her into bed.” he said, leaning past you to give Santi a shit eating grin. 

The group let out a boisterous laugh at Santi’s copious infidelities. He threw his hands up conceding, “Hey laugh it up, if I’m gonna be teased for getting laid the most I will gladly take it.”  

Benny interjected, “Honestly, considering Black Widow is one of the only women at this base, I can’t believe she isn’t the one who’s getting laid the most.” He pointed at you, to which you shrugged and brought your cold beer to your lips with a smirk. You had your fair share of base affairs, but every guy you had tried out failed to truly satisfy you the way you needed, so they didn’t stay on the roster very long. Besides, they were only ever a distraction from what you truly wanted but couldn’t have. 

Santi nodded along, “Yeah why are you hanging out with us all the time when you could be getting it on every minute of the day?” 

You chewed the inside of your cheek in thought before responding, “Maybe that’s the thing, there’s not a whole lot of fun when it’s just like a guaranteed thing. I at least want to work for it a little, cuz in all honestly, I think with all single men considered, you guys are only one’s at this base who haven’t tried to sleep with me.”  

You let out a chuckle as the group went quiet, each of them looking at one another with an embarrassed look on their faces. Frankie’s ears grew red underneath his curly brown locks and baseball hat. You immediately noticed the way Santi downed the rest of his drink and Benny and Will exchanged a knowing glance.  

Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion at the sudden change in demeanor. “What’d I say?” 

 Frankie leaned in and shook his head, “Nothing, you didn’t say anything wrong.” 

“Okay, well then why does it feel like something just happened?” You questioned.  

Benny went to open his mouth but was quickly slapped on the arm by Will, causing him to look away from your gaze toward the dull beige ceiling that was adorned with water stains.  

You perked up in your seat between Frankie and Will on the old leather couch, “Okay, now you guys are freaking me out, what’s up?” 

The air grew thicker as Santi finally turned his attention back to you with a huff, “Widow, now don’t shoot the messenger here,” he said putting his hands on his chest to speak as earnestly as possible, “but when you joined the team, Tom made us all promise not to sleep with you.”  

Your mouth dropped; you had been a part of this team as their sniper for 8 months. Four of the guys had welcomed you with open arms, but not Tom. He had been nothing but a pain in your ass since the moment the Sergeant introduced you. You still remember the day vividly. Being transferred out of your old team after months of belittlement by the macho muscle heads you had been paired with. Each of them had welcomed you with a smile and worked hard to form a personal bond with you. Except for Tom of course, he immediately started calling you princess and continued the belittlement of your previous squad.  

Before you could speak, none other than Tom entered the common area room you were all seated in. Blood boiled to the surface as you rose from your seat and started towards him. Meak calls of protest rang out behind you from the group of men, but it was pointless. Your red face was met with his equally aggressive facade.  

Stopping mere feet in front of him you crossed your arms and raised your head high, “You son of a bitch who do you think you are deciding who I can and can’t sleep with?” You said with a strong tone.  

Tom’s eyebrows popped up with shock, he looked over your shoulder to the four men all seated with their heads down. He smirked and turned his attention back to you. “So, they finally told you huh? That’s fine, it was the right decision then and it’s the right decision now.”  

“I have worked tirelessly for this team for 8 months, and yet you still only have ever seen me as a,- a sexual thing and a fucking distraction. You’ve never seen me as the same as anyone else here on this team.” Heat rising in your voice with each matter-of-fact word.  

Tom scoffs and crosses his arms, “Don’t get all self-righteous on me princess. You’re no better than any of us when it comes to sexualizing your team. As if you haven’t thought about each and every one of us here. Even me I bet; you seem like you’d be into a little hate sex.”  

You stuttered, “In your fucking dreams Tom-,” 

“No, actually, in yours. Don’t think we haven’t heard you. We all share that bunk house.” His voice lowered to a seductive whisper, and you took a deep swallow.  “You really think we haven’t heard the deep breathing, the slight moans, the creak in the box spring, all coming from your bed late at night. Or maybe you wanted us to hear it. Maybe while you do it, you’re thinking about what would happen if one of us heard and decided to slide into bed with you. What would happen if one of us finally broke that boundary, offering to finish you off. So, before you come at me, claiming I only see you as a sexual thing, why don’t you think about how many times you’ve gotten off thinking about one of us in these 8 months.” 

Your body shivered and your hair stood straight on your arms. His words cut through you like a knife, as you knew that most of it was true. The four men behind you were some of the most attractive men you’d ever met and were kind to boot. Of course you had thought about them, who wouldn’t, but it was none of Tom’s business, nevertheless.  

He looked up in thought, enjoying your stunned moment, as the rest of the guys held breaths and chewed fingernails, desperate not to get pulled into the situation. “You know, I told the Sergeant that I’d be willing to make it work with you, but now I’m not so sure. Maybe it’s about time you transfer to another base where there are less, what did you call it? Distractions.” he said pointedly, staring into your eyes with fire.  

You glared back at him, considering your options. Finally, an idea sparked, and you were willing to try it if it meant you would be staying on this team. Not just to continue being a thorn in Tom’s side, but to stay with the guys you had developed so many feelings for. Especially the one you had felt your heart tug toward for months now. Pulling your stern look into a sly smirk, you take a step inward and drop your arms to your sides, caging Tom in with your body to the point that he was doing his best not to touch your chest with his crossed arms. “You know Tom, you actually missed the beginning of this conversation. In which I informed the guys that besides them, every other single man on this base has tried to sleep with me. Give that some thought, and then accept the fact that, I’m not going anywhere.” You bite your lip and step back, turning your back on him and returning to the seated area where the group was sitting. You decided not to make eye contact with them as you collected your drink and phone. Turning swiftly on your heels you started towards the door, calling out just as you were about to exit, “Don’t wait up for me boys, got some business to take care of.” You declare with a wink, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you leave.  

Tom turns his head away from the door and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Is the Sergeant single?” he asks with a deep breath out his nose.  

Nodding his head, looking down at the cool white tile flooring of the room Will responds, “Yeah, got divorced last year.”  

“Son of bitch, isn’t that fucking great.” Tom exhales. “What the fuck guys?” he asks, turning his attention to the men and opening his arms wide. 

Santi’s mouth gapped, “Us? What about you? You’re the one that came up with that misogynistic rule and that fucking violating monologue.” He pointed towards the door you left from, exasperated by the situation.  

Tom waved his hands authoritatively, “You know what, I don’t wanna hear about it. We have a meeting at 8 tomorrow, if she’s not there, she’s out and I don’t care who she’s slept with. I’ll personally escort her stateside if I have to. All of you get some shut eye.” He turned and bound out the door, slamming it closed behind him.  

A chill fell upon the group as they released the breaths they were holding, unsure of what was to come.  

Benny scratched his nose and said in a low voice, “I thought I was the only one.” 

Frankie crossed his arms on his chest and leaned back asking, “Only one for what?” 

He shrugged, “Only one to hear her. Have you guys?” he asked, looking between the three uncomfortable faces around him.  

Santi let out a groan as he stood from his seat on the floor, “We all do it man, keeps us sane. Just supposed to ignore it.”  

Frankie and Benny shared an agonizing glance and stood, all of them retreating to their bunks in silence. Each of them lay there awake, wondering if you were going to come back that night, and when the clock chimed for midnight, they knew they had their answer.  

In all honesty, sleeping with the Sergeant wasn’t something you were expecting would be happening. He was actually quite handsome with a Kevin Costner vibe to him and showed you a good time. Plus, you certainly wouldn’t have to be worrying about Tom medaling in your assignment now that you’ve got his boss wrapped around your finger. When you arrived back to the bunk house it was empty, all of the team had seemingly already left for the morning assignment meeting.  

“She’s gonna be here.” Frankie said sternly, leaning against a desk, bracing his hands on the cool wood top as Benny paced in front of him.  

“I don’t know man she was pretty pissed last night.” The younger man stated, scratching the back of his head and looking sheepishly at the door.  

Will and Santi sat at the desks lined up in the room, arms crossed and giving each other worried glances. Benny startled as Tom entered carrying his clip board of the assignment run down. He glanced around the room and smirked taking notice in your absence.  

“Well, if princess isn’t here in let’s see,” he pulls his wrist to his face to analyze the time on his watch, “30 seconds I guess we’ll be looking for a new sniper again. Shame really, she was a good shot, just couldn’t shut the fu-,” 

“Morning, gentleman, and Tom.” You say as you skip through the open door, brushing past Tom and taking a seat on the desk beside Santi. Crossing your arms and legs and providing Tom with a pointed stare. The rest of the men looked to one another with utter shock and fear of your boldness.  

Tom gave a strong huff, “Just on time, late night?”  

“Late night, early morning. The Sergeant says hi by the way.” You say with a wink.  

He bares his teeth and shifts on his feet, “Alright, I’ve been thinking about our little issue here. I may have over stepped.” He puts on a sly grin and your defenses only triple, unsure where this false change of heart might be coming from.  

“You’re right, you and the guys here should be able to sleep with whomever you want. So, by all means, choose one.” he says, squaring his shoulders with confidence. 

Your eyebrows pop up in confusion, “Choose one?” You repeat.  

He shrugs and gestures to the men, “Yeah, choose one. Clearly you want to otherwise you wouldn’t have thrown such a fit. I’m a reasonable guy, but I do still think it would be a bad idea for you to be toe curling with everyone here. So, as a compromise, you can have one of them.” 

You take a deep breath, considering his proposition. Glancing around the room at the four men, they all look at you with desperate faces. Your eyes meet with the one you’ve been falling for all this time and a shiver runs through your body as his eyes burn into you with desire. All that’s been unspoken between the two of you slowly bubbling to the surface as you both consider what Tom has said. This whole time you thought he wouldn’t be interested. Wouldn’t want you the way you wanted him. Knowing now by the look on his face, the only thing truly keeping the two of you apart was the juvenile rule Tom had thrust upon him. His eyes said a thousand words. I want you. I’ve wanted you this whole time. Choose me. Love me the way I love you. You’ve thought about it a hundred times. What it would be like to finally take his face in your hands and pull him close in for a kiss. What it would sound like for the words that hung in your throat to finally spill out and for him to say the same. How it would feel to have his hand skate up the back of your uniform and settle on the small of your back before falling desperately into the sheets. 

Your daydreams and pining were suddenly cut short when your attention was brought back to the clearing of Toms throat. You shift your weight on the desk, “Interesting proposition Tom, I’ll have to think about it.”  

He grits his teeth, “Oh come on princess, I think you should give us an answer right now. Don’t wanna leave the guys hanging. They deserve to know who is gonna get the absolute pleasure of the Sergeants sloppy seconds.”  

You shake your head and roll your eyes at his derogatory comment, “You had the night to think about it Tom, I think I deserve the same.”  

The group looks to Tom, awaiting his answer. He takes a scan of the room and sees the stern faces. Nodding confidently, “Once again, I’m a reasonable man. We’ll talk tomorrow. Today, we have a day trip to take, and I want everyone focused anyway.” he says, snapping his knuckles on the clipboard in his hand. 

As Tom drummed on about the plan, you stole your last weary glance at the man you longed for, that you may finally have within reach. The one you’ll choose and will choose you, everyday for the rest of your lives. 

[liliesonpandora]

A Father Protects

Jake Sully & Tuktirey

Plot: Jake and Tuk cannot sleep, so they stay up and talk. Jake checks in with her and she shares her fears with him. He comforts her until she falls asleep.

Warnings: discussion of trauma

Jake sat at the pier connected to his family’s home and stared out at the vast ocean in front of him. It made him feel endless and forever, regardless of how short life could really be.

On nights like these when he would toss and turn in bed, he often came outside so he wouldn’t disturb his wife and children while they slept. When his mind would not let him rest, he gave into it. He thought about a lot; his choices… his family… Grace… his brother…

Just then, he heard a small creak in the wood and his head whipped around to see what it was.

“Daddy?” Tuk called out as her figure appeared around the corner in front of her father.

“Tuk, what are you doing out of bed? It’s late.” he said as she walked over to where he was sitting. He grabbed her by her torso, planting her in his lap so that she was facing him. He held her so that her back was supported comfortably.

“You’re out of bed too,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Fair point” he admitted while running a hand through her short braids. “Whats wrong, my love? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

She reached up to fiddle with his necklace while she spoke. She always loved how pretty the river stones were. “I don’t know, it’s sometimes hard to sleep here. The sounds at nighttime are really different from home.”

Jake sighed deeply. “You’re right about that. The ocean waves seem like they should be calming, but it’s just… different.” There was a strange expression on Tuk’s face, and it was unchanging. Jake felt like there was something she wasn’t saying, but he decided to change the subject. “Well, I appreciate you coming out here to keep me company. I was getting pretty lonely all by myself.”

She looked up at him and smiled. “I get lonely too. Next time when we both cant sleep, can we always be together like this?”

“I’d love that, little one. I miss just hanging out with you.”

“You do?”

“Of course, you’re like the coolest one here.”

She blushed and looked down, her face getting red from embarrassment. “Thanks, Dad.”

Jake smiled at her in adoration. “How was your day today?”

“Uhhh pretty good. I went diving with Lo’ak and Tsireya, it was fun.”

“Is Lo’ak being a good brother to you? Cause I’ll deal with him if he isn’t, you can tell me.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. He’s extra nice to me when we’re with Tsireya. He tries to impress her.”

“What’s going on with those two anyway?”

Tuk popped her head past her father’s back to glance at the marui and make sure no one was listening. She spoke in a whisper, “well you didn’t hear it from me, but I think they’re dating.”

“Oh really, what makes you say that?” He whispered back. Jake knew exactly what was going on between his youngest son and the chief’s daughter. But he just loved listening to Tuk. Her playful and innocent nature always made him smile.

“I mean they’re always together and Lo’ak is always so nervous around her. I saw em holding hands yesterday, too.”

“Hm.”

“Wait Dad, please don’t tell him I told you! I don’t wanna be a tattletale.”

“Dont worry, my lips are sealed.” He motioned zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

They sat together for a while and Jake noticed she had goosebumps from the cool ocean breeze. “You cold, baby?She nodded in response and he wrapped his arms around her body. She instantly felt warmer in his embrace. After resting her head on his chest, a calm feeling came over her. In his big arms, she felt most safe.

“You’re so strong, Dad.”

He chuckled lightly. “You wanna know how I got this strong?”

“From fighting all the bad guys?” She asked with an eager expression.

“Nope. From carrying you around all the time! When did you get so big?!”

Jake was sure this would get a rise out of her, but he was wrong. She looked defeated.

“I dont know… next to everyone else, I’m still small. Well… everyone except Spider. I’m almost as tall as him.”

“It doesn’t matter that you’re small babe, you’re still strong.”

“I am?”

“Of course. I don’t think I ever thanked you for being so good when we came here. You adapted to the life here and hardly ever complained. I took all of you away from the only home you’ve ever known. I know how difficult it was for you, but you did it anyway. And that takes strength to do.”

She smiled at him, never expecting to be thanked for what she thought was expected of her. She only wanted to make her parents proud by living up to her brothers and sister.

Her smile began to fade slowly and Jake noticed this immediately. “I can see something is wrong baby. You can talk to me, please.”

Tears immediately welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face. Jake pulled her into a tight hug and rubbed circles on her back. “Shh it’s okay, I’m here. I’m right here, baby.”

After some time, she released from his hold and looked into his eyes. He waited for her to speak, wiping away her tears and searching her eyes for some sort of explanation. She spoke in a low and timid voice. “Sometimes I don’t feel strong. I try to be brave like Neteyam and Lo’ak, but I’m scared.”

He listened to her while caressing her cheek, waiting for her to continue. When she didn’t, he asked. “What are you scared about?”

“Of those bad people coming for us again. Im scared that we’ll have to leave again and go somewhere else. I lied earlier, I woke up tonight because I had a nightmare.”

Jake stared at her with concern. “What happened in the nightmare?”

“They captured us again, but this time you and mom didnt come to save us. They hurt Kiri. I didn’t know what to do, I just stood there. I was so scared Daddy.”

“C’mere.” Jake pulled her back into a hug. “I got you, no one’s gunna take you.” This was killing him. He failed her…she no longer felt safe.

“How do you know?”

“Because I will never let that happen. How often have you been having these dreams?”

“Almost every night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before, huh? Does mama know?”

She shook her head.

“Oh my baby, you’ve been dealing with this all on your own.”

“I just wanted to be brave like everyone else. I didn’t want anyone to know.”

Jake thought about how hard he must be on his kids, how much they were suffering and not saying. He was just avoiding the reality of the situation, unsure how to be there for them. Deep down, he knew Neytiri was right… he needed to be more emotionally available to them. It’s not something he was used to, but he needed to try.

“Honey, being brave doesn’t mean you have to suffer in silence. It takes courage to tell me what you just told me.”

She sniffled. “Okay.”

“Im so sorry I wasnt there to protect you in your dreams. But your mom and I are always going to be there when you need us. We will always come and find you, okay?”

She nodded.

“And you and your siblings are gunna look out for each other too, cause thats what Sully’s do. I’m always gunna show up for you guys when you need me to.”

She hid her face in his neck and he kissed the top of her head and held her close. “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry. From now on when you have a nightmare, wake me up and we’ll face it together.”

“Okay. I love you, daddy.”

“I love you forever, sweetheart. You guys are my whole world.”

Her little arms gripped his sides tighter, not long enough to completely wrap around his body. After a while, he released her and shifted her body so that he was cradling her. He could already see her eyelids getting heavy so he rocked her gently.

“I’m not even tired, Dad.”

He chuckled as he watched her drift off to sleep, her breathing becoming slower. He felt like it was just yesterday that he was rocking her to sleep as a baby. Time goes by too fast. He wished that she would stay this small forever, so he could keep holding her like this.

His baby.

Who knows what the future would bring… he needed to do better, be better. He would protect her with his life, so she would never feel this way again. None of his kids. He gently stood up with her in his arms and carried her back to bed, where she would sleep soundly for the remainder of the night.

[loveneversleepss]

1. Envy

Warnings: switch povs, cursing, degrading names, nicknames, Felix is a jerk, reader gets beat up, mention of blood, some tension, smut duh, unprotected sex, slight choking, aggression? Teasing. Mwah 💋

Long chapter y’all 🤷🏻‍♀️

My name is Lee Felix. I don’t know who I was before this. No one does. All we remember about our selves is our names. Nothing else. We’re cursed to roam the streets not knowing who we were before all of this. Now in this cursed society. Finding myself walking the streets on my way home.

Man this alley smells like shit. Like actual shit. I hate this. Why did this have to happen? No one has even found the first object yet.. maybe u should start looking for one. The envy object dies sound pretty cool. Just gotta find-

“Help!! Someone please!!”

I turn around to see a girl running towards me. Covered in dirt. Clothes ripped and no shoes. Tips of her hair pink. Watching her as she trips. Pathetic. I roll my eyes and turn around. Walking out of the alley and turning the corner.

“Look there she is!” I hear a male voice yell. I turn around and peek over the corner. Seeing the girl on the ground and a group of men walking towards her with bats.

“Haha so you try to run away. Think you can escape?” He grabs her by the hair forcing her to look at him. “Please. Let me go.” The group of men laugh at her. “Let me think about it.. no.” He laughs and kicks her. She tries to crawl away. Them kicking her in result. She lays on her stomach. Spitting out blood. Looking up and making eye contact with me.

Fuck. I turn around the corner quickly. Hope no one else saw me. Why do I feel so compelled to her. I want to help. “Look at her. Passed out. Should we have some fun with her?” The men laugh and I hear shuffling. Dammit. Why did she have to look at me like that. The things I do for people. I quickly walk towards them..

“Yah, why don’t you leave the poor girl alone.” The men all look at me. One of them laugh. “And who are you? Her boyfriend? Tsk.” He walks up to me with his bat. “You little-“ he attempts to swing at me. Me dodging and quickly fighting back. Idiot. I’ve done taekwondo for 12 years.

Next thing, they’re all on the ground. Knocked out cold. Walking over to the girl on the floor. Poor girl. I should help her.

Your pov~

Where am I? Who brought me here? How did I get here? Sitting up from the couch you were laying on. Your thoughts are interrupted by a noise. You see the door open. A blonde haired boy emerging. Eyes bright as the sun. A comforting small smile. The boy from earlier. The one hiding behind the corner. You frown at him.

“Who are you? Where am I? Why did you bring me here?” He sets down the bowl he was carrying next to you. “I should ask you that. Why were those guys chasing you, hmm?” You look away and frown once more. He tilts his head as he sits next to you.

“I’m Felix. I brought you to my home.. ish. I thought you’d be safer here than out on the streets. Just waiting for another group to attack you.” He grabs the bowl again. “Here you need to eat.” A bowl of soup. You grab it from his hands. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He looks away and leans back into the couch. “I have no idea either. I’m not usually this nice. It’s just… something about you makes me wanna help you.” You take a spoonful of the soup. It’s good. You continue taking bites when you feel him touch your hair.

You quickly swat his hand away and get up. “Uh, sorry it’s just. Unusual. Did you dye your hair before everything happened?” You nod your head. Keeping a distance from him. “You should take a bath. I’ll warm up the water for you.” He gets up and walks to what you assume is the bathroom.

Still standing up and waiting. You decide to walk over to where he is. Seeing photos hanging on the walls. None of them look like him. None are him. You open the door slightly and he turns to you.

“This isn’t your house is it?” He shakes his head.

“I don’t know where I live so.. I just stay here.” You nod your head. You know how it feels too.

“The waters ready so. Go ahead. I’ll get you some clothes.” He leaves and closes the door. You looking at your self in the mirror. Seeing a cut on your lip. Bruises. Blood on your shirt. You look like crap. Undressing yourself and letting it slip down your body. Stepping into the bath. Watching the blood and dirt fall off your body and into the water.

Lix’s pov

What should I give her to wear? Crap I know nothing about this for girls. Maybe I should’ve let her pick. Christ. “Felix?”

I turn around and see her standing behind me. Wrapped in a towel. Hair soaking wet. The tips of her hair more visible now. A beautiful pink necklace around her neck. In a shape of a heart. I’ve never seen a piece of jewelry like that before.

“Uhh sorry. Um I don’t know what you like so.. just chose what you want to wear.” I turn around quickly. She walks to the closet and choses a black skirt and a loose low cut shirt. She stares at me for a couple seconds. “Oh right.” I say and turn around and leave.

I sit down on the couch and wait for her. “Uh is it alright if I take this?” She motions to the bag in her hand. “Yeah. Not like imma use it anyways.” She nods her head. “Anyways what’s your name?”

She looks at me for a couple seconds. “y/n.”

I smile at her. Fits her perfectly. I admire her outfit a bit. It shapes her body perfectly. Hair still wet but the cut on her lip makes her look pouty. She is pretty. Without all the dirt and blood. “Do you have any ointment? I have a few wounds.”

I nod my head and grab some. Her sitting on the couch and turning around. Pulling the shirt down and revealing her back. A wound emerging. “Can you put some on me.. please?” I do so trying not to hurt her so much. Placing a bandaid over it after. She pulls up her shirt and turns to me. “I should put some on your lip too.” I tell her. She nods her head and looks at me.

Eyes piercing into mine. A thousand stars inside. Lips perfectly kissable. Placing ointment on her soft lip. I can smell some of the shampoo from her hair. Looking down and seeing that necklace again. “My eyes are up here, pretty boy.” I look at her in the eye as she smiles. She pulls away and scoots away. “Aren’t you gonna shower too?”

“Are you trying to tell me I stink?” She laughs. “No just a thought..” I get up and walk to the bathroom. Turning the water on. Closing the bathroom door behind me.

I come out minutes later to find her gone. Like she was never here. Crap. I knew something was fishy about her. Should I look for her?

Hours later.. 9:00 pm

Walking around on the streets. Looking for something to eat. When I walk past an alley. Noticing a girl.

“Sorry I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” A girl says her heel digging into a man’s head. “Nothing nothing. I swear.” Smoking a cigarette, pulling it out of her mouth. Bringing it to the man’s face. “Shall I shove this in your mouth? What did you say about the envy object?!” The man screams out for help. “Shut your mouth, you pig. Tell me what do you know?” He whimpers. “Ok ok. I heard It’s in the tower. But it’s protected. I don’t know by what. That’s all I know.” Then she kicks him in the face and he knocks out. Turning around and seeing me.

Y/n. She sighs and throws her cigarette on the floor. Putting it out with her foot. “Just my luck. Hi Felix.” She walks towards me. “Hungry? My treat.” She grabs my hand and leads me. Her heels clacking on the floor as I watch her from behind. She walks into this club.

She shows them this card and they lead us into a room. It’s dark and closed. She sits down on the couch. She pats the seat next to her. “Mm let’s start with drinks.” She motions her hand and immediately drinks come out. Taking a sip from one of the beverages. “Come on don’t be shy now. Drink some.” I pick up a drink slowly and take a sip from it. It’s strong. “I don’t really do well with alcohol.” She pouts and sets her drink down.

“Come on drink up. Just one.” Her eyes piercing into mine. I gulp down the drink in one go. Already feeling the alcohol. She smiles at me. “Sorry about what you saw. I’m very serious about those kind of matters.” I look at her. My vision slightly blurry alrighty. “Jeez. Just one drink and you’re already buzzed lixie?”

Your pov

Haha cute. Maybe tonight you will have some fun. You grab your drink and gulp it down. Looking back at him seeing his cheeks flushed. You lean over and grab his cheek. “Awwwie so cute.” He grabs your wrist and looks into your eyes fiercely. “I’m not cute. Don’t make fun of me.” He pushes your hand away. “Ooo you’re a meanie when you drink.”

“Maybe you should change that, hmm” you tilt his chin to look at you with your finger. His eyes dropping to your lips. “You have a pretty girl in front of you and you’re being mean to her.” His hand cups your cheek. “Should I be nice then?” You nod your head. Leaning in closer. Lips inches away. Eyes switching from lips to eyes, biting your lips in reaction. You wrap your hand around his neck. Softly tugging in his hair. Then you going up to straddle him.

“Stop. We shouldn’t.” He says, eyes looking into yours with a million stars. You could count all the freckles on his face with this view. You move away from him. Your lips a bit pouty, as you look away. “We don’t have to do anything.. if you don’t want to.” He pulls you back in, cupping your face. “Trust me I do.. it’s just.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. Eagerly awaiting his answer. “If we do this. I won’t be able to let you go.. you can’t leave.” A soft smile appears on your lips. “I have no problem with that.” He returns a smile back to placing his hands on your waist. He leans into you.

Lips softly touching. Melting into each other as you start to move. Your mouth opens slightly. His tongue slipping into yours. Slowly and softly moving. His taste unimaginable. You moan into the kiss as it starts to get more heated thanks to the alcohol. Hands roaming into his hair. Tugging slightly as he groans in your mouth.

His lips leave yours to kiss onto your neck. His mouth opening slightly, sucking on your soft skin. “You drive me crazy.” He mumbles against your skin. Hands roaming the sides of your body. Feeling your pussy throb and wet your panties. You slowly start to grind to get some friction. You moan slightly as one of his hand gropes your breasts. “Fuck, lixie~” he starts to take off your shirt. Bringing it over your shoulders and throwing it away. His thumb grazes over your bra where your nipple is. Leaving wet kisses down your collarbone. Sliding behind your back to take your bra off.

Unclipping it and letting it fall off you. His eyes only looking at your now exposed breasts. His hands come up to cup them. His warm small hands. He gropes them slightly and his thumb teases your sensitive nipple. Your head slightly falling back from the sensation. He opens his mouth and licks one of your nipples.

The wet kisses. His kitty licks. His hands groping your body. You grinding on him. All of this you could do forever. Getting lost in the sensation. There’s no other feeling like this.

You grab his hair and yank his face off of you. “Mm I wanna take control, lix.” You say and start to crawl down him. Unbuckling his belt and throwing it off him. Then pulling down his pants and underwear off in one go. His eyes watching you carefully. You grab his length.

Admiring his angry red tip. The vein popping through. Precum dripping from the top. Your thumb rubs his tip softly. Smearing his precum all over. His hips buck up in your hand. You stare up at him through your lashes. “Does it feel good, lix?” He nods his head quickly. Laughing softly at him as your hand goes up and down.

Feeling him shake slightly under you. Head laid back. Breath trembling and the most precious soft whimpers escape his mouth. You blow your hit breath on him teasing him a bit. Watching his reaction, making you satisfied. “Come on baby, look at me.” His eyes meet yours and causes a small smirk to form on your lips. “So submissive.”

He scoffs at you. In retaliation he grabs you by the throat forcing you up. “Watch who you’re talking to princess.” He pushes you down on the couch. Throwing his shirt over his shoulders. His hand comes slowly down your body. Pulling your skirt up to reveal your panties soaked. His sinful fingers rolling over your clothed cunt, thumb circling around your clit softly. Causing your body to jolt forward at the sudden sensation.

“Mm sensitive, are we?” He teases you causing you to roll your eyes.

“Please Felix..” He places a small peck on your lips. Making you desperate for more. He slowly drags your panties off. Not once losing eye contact. “So wet, hm?”

He teases your folds sliding up and down. Finally giving in after a while. Pushing into you slowly. Gasps both leaving your mouths. Slow and careful thrusts start. His arms resting next to your head. “You okay?” Being cautious since he didn’t know how you liked it. “Please go faster, lixie.” He quickly acts on your words.

Speeding up his thrusts. Practically making your toes curl and your body starting to tremble in the pleasure. “You look so pretty like this.” Kiss. “So beautiful.” Kiss. “All mine.” His praises starting to add to all the cloudy thoughts. The feeling, the praises, and pure lust making you go crazy. Drowning in your thoughts as you feel him hit a certain spot.

“Found it.” His lips meeting yours again. Messy and wet. Not like earlier. More hungry. Moaning into his mouth as his thrusts become sharper, hitting that spot over and over. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” He mumbles against your mouth. You nod your head yes as he continues thrusting. Clenching around him like crazy. “Fuck, so tight.”

He wants to make sure you finish before him. That’s the only way he’ll come. Only if you do first. He’s determined to. His hand slips down as he finds your clit again. Softly rubbing circles to not overstimulate you. Your moans getting higher pitched as the pleasure gets more intense.

“Cum with me, Felix.” Gladly.

Your body begins to tremble again as your feel your high overtake you. Clenching and moaning uncontrollably. Coming down a bit from your small heaven as Felix pulls out of you. Deep groans slipping his mouth as he shoots his warm load on your lower tummy.

“Fuck. We definitely gotta do that again.” You smile at him as you start to get cleaned up.

A few days later ~

“Come on it should be here.” Running quickly up the stairs into the tower. Felix quickly running up to you. Reaching the end of the stairs, you walk into a dark room. Until the darkness leaves and is filled with green. Something straight out of a movie, green streaks filling the room. “There.” Felix says as he points out a box in the middle of the room. A green aura surrounding it.

“Go hurry. I don’t think we’re alone.” You urge Felix. He quickly runs over and grabs the box. Opening it and taking out a ring. He quickly puts it on his finger. Him falling back from a sudden gust of wind. Him looking up at you and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes turn green for a moment.

“Well well well. Looks like I finally found my match.” A man appears from around the corner. “Looks like there will be 2 leaders for the Envy kingdom.” You both look at this man confused. You take notice of his appearance. Cocky smile, built figure, sultry voice, and good style. “How is that possible? I thought only one could rule.” Felix asks this mysterious man. “Wrong. The objects aren’t set in stone. They could have multiple or just one. It depends on the place.” He then shows that he has a matching ring like Felix now.

“And who are you? His girl friend?” He asks you with a cocky smile. You roll your eyes at him. “No, I’m not. Just was helping him get the ring.” He tilts his head at you. “In exchange for?..” you cross your arms. “Nothing. And who are you?” He walks towards you. Inches away now. “I’m Lee know. Your new king of Envy.” Two kings in one kingdom. How weird..

Next chapter coming soon…

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