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wintfleur · 9 months ago

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°. — pairings ( Juraj slafkovsky x female! reader )

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﹕─┈ 𝜗 A 𝜚 + Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

I can see Juraj being a little clueless with aftercare at first, not in a bad way, he's just not that experienced. He catches on quick though! He gets you some cold water and offers to get you a snack, he brings a warm rag to clean you up if you're not ready to get out of bed yet. He’ll help you into the bathroom, starting the shower or running you a bath while you use the bathroom. He’ll help you wash up in the shower/bath, whispering praises into your ear.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 B 𝜚 + Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Juraj's favorite body part of himself is his arms, for many reasons !!! He likes knowing that you're safe in them, that his strong arms can move you around and hold you close. He loves how you hold onto his arm in crowds, He loves the feeling of your fingers digging into his arms as he fucks you.

On you . . . now that is more difficult to answer, he loves everything about you. But if he had to pick he would say your neck. I can see Juraj having a slight obsession with his girlfriend's neck, he loves leaving kisses there or hiding his face in your neck, leaving soft kisses. He loves seeing the necklaces he gets you decorating your neck so prettily. He loves how pretty your neck looks with his hand wrapped around it and the sweet sounds that leave your lips when he squeezes it . . .

﹕─┈ 𝜗 C 𝜚 + Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He prefers cumming inside, but he honestly doesn't mind, whatever you are the most comfortable with. But his favorite is definitely inside, a close second is your boobs. There's just something about the sight of seeing his cum drip out of you or how it looks decorating your boobs. I honestly see juraj having a big breeding kink too tbh.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 D 𝜚 + Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

okay . . . hear me out !!! I see Juraj having an obsession with his girlfriend's panties. Whether it is buying you tons of new pairs, watching you model them off for him, ripping them off of you and promising to buy you more . . . sneakily taking your panties out of the laundry to jerk off with. It's all of the above with him

﹕─┈ 𝜗 E 𝜚 + Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I don't think Juraj would be too experienced when he started dating you . . . but he knows what he's doing if that makes sense. He's definitely had a lot of firsts with you, the both of you enjoying learning what each other likes.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 F 𝜚 + Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has two favorites, missionary and cowgirl. He likes missionary because he likes how close the two of you can get, that he can see the pleasure in your face, and it's an easier position for him to have his hand wrapped around your throat. He likes cowgirl because he likes how confident you look on top of him, and how you sound when you beg him to help when your legs start to ache . . . your boobs bouncing in his face is a big factor too !!!

﹕─┈ 𝜗 G 𝜚 + Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I honestly don't see Juraj being goofy during sex, he's pretty serious. Maybe once in a while he’ll make a teasing joke that makes you giggle but he's not really focused on making you laugh. He loves the sound of your laugh, but he’d rather hear your moans instead during sex.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 I 𝜚 + Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Juraj is very intimate with you, very sweet and gentle (only being rough when you want him to be) , always praising you and treating you with so much love and respect. He's so loving and romantic. He always leaves kisses all over your body as he softly caresses it, making sure every inch of your body gets the love and attention it deserves. Holding your hand and kissing your wrists.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 J 𝜚 + Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Juraj only jerks off for a few reasons, when he's away from you for hockey or other reasons, or when you're not in the mood . . . which is rare since you both have a very similar libido. So he only really jerks off when he's away, usually on call with you or looking at some pictures of you.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 K 𝜚 + Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Juraj enjoys choking you, not too hard, just some pressure on your neck. He also loves dirty talk, he can say some of the most filthy things . . . and it drives you crazy with how good he sounds with his accent. Sometimes he cant control himself and will start dirty talking in slovak.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 L 𝜚 + Location (favorite places to do the do)

He hates the idea of someone seeing you or catching you in such a vulnerable position, so it is usually in a private place. In a bed or on a couch . . . but he does have a weakness for you riding him in the backseat of his car. He likes to keep your guy's sex life pretty private, but he's not afraid to slip his hand into your panties under the table, or get you off in a bathroom when there's others around. Just as long as you're quiet ofc . . .

﹕─┈ 𝜗 M 𝜚 + Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Your body, the way you look at him, the way you speak, when you kiss, you wearing necklaces that he's bought you. Literally anything that you do. Your the sole reason on why he wants to fuck all the time.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 N 𝜚 + No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He would never hurt you or degrade you in any way. He likes to slap your ass sometimes, choke you, bite your thighs when he's eating you out. But nothing that would actually hurt you. If you do ever get any bruises he’ll make sure he will kiss them all. And he would never do anything you are uncomfortable with.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 O 𝜚 + Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's obsessed with giving and I won't be told otherwise !!! LIke if he could he would live between your thighs, he loves the feeling of control it gives him and it makes him feel good knowing that he's making you feel so good, he's also just really obsessed with your taste. He won't stop until you're begging him too as your thighs tremble n shake in overstimulation. The pretty sounds leaving your lips just makes him want to keep going.

Juraj loves watching you give him head, he loves how eager and needy you are to make him feel good. He loves when you look up at him through your eyelashes or how you have to use your hands because you can't handle his full length. The feeling of you digging your fingers into his thighs drives him crazy, and don't get him started on how obsessed he is with hearing you gag and choke on him.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 P 𝜚 + Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the mood you two are in. He loves being able to fuck you fast and rough, enjoying the pleasure from the passionate sex, a lot of times that being the mood after a good or bad game, your body covered in hickeys. He loves seeing you fall apart. But he also loves being able to take his time with you, holding you close, whispering praises in your ear, holding your hand. Just really focused on making you feel good.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 Q 𝜚 + Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You both love them but I see juraj initiating them more !!! Mostly because of your schedules not always matching. Juraj prefers to take his time with you and not rush, but sometimes he can't control himself around you . . . he's quite impatient. A lot of times it's before practices or before games. After he always kisses your forehead and promises to take his time making you feel good later when he gets back.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 R 𝜚 + Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It really depends on the mood, sometimes he gets a little cocky and likes teasing you in public . . . but he also hates the thought of someone seeing you like that. So he would never take it too far and would never do anything that would actually get the two of you caught. He loves the thrill but would never do something that would make you uncomfortable. He's not afraid of slipping his fingers into your panties, under a table or a blanket or have a little fun in a bathroom. But nothing too risky.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 S 𝜚 + Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Juraj has great stamina, he's an athlete after all. Out of the two of you, you find yourself tiring out before him. He’d never push you too far, but he likes knowing he could fuck you until your legs are shaking and your a moaning and whimpering mess. Sometimes he has to remind himself you can't last as long as he can . . . but he just can't get enough of you.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 T 𝜚 + Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Juraj has gotten you a few toys, buying them for you so could make yourself feel good when he's away. At first he wasn't really happy with the idea of something else making you cum, but then he saw how pretty you looked coming undone with your vibrator . . . his opinion changed after that. Sometimes he’ll use them on you but it's not often, he likes getting you off without help.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 U 𝜚 + Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves teasing you !!! He loves it when you beg for him or the eyes you give him. Oh the way you look at him as you beg him to stop teasing you makes his head spin . . .

﹕─┈ 𝜗 V 𝜚 + Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's definitely a grunter, and he loves moaning breathily in your ear. He's more louder and whiney when you give him head . . . he's such a headpusher omg. I feel like the more needy he is the louder he gets. He loves the sound of your moans so he would try to keep his quiet so he could hear you better . . . but sometimes he just can't hold them in.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 W 𝜚 + Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I see Juraj being the dominant one in the bedroom, but I also think he would really like it if you took control once in a while. You would notice how much he liked it before he would, you would surprise him one night by taking control and he would completely fall apart under your touch and gaze. He loves having his hand wrapped around your neck and he definitely wouldn't mind having your hand wrapped around his. He gives off such switch vibes . . .

﹕─┈ 𝜗 Y 𝜚 + Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's so high !!! He's always wanting you, like everything you do turns him on. He can't keep his hands off you. That's where the quickies come in !!!

﹕─┈ 𝜗 Z 𝜚 + Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how tired he is, the aftercare is going to be great, his priority is making sure you're okay and comfortable. After he makes sure you're all okay he’ll fall asleep relatively fast cuddled up to you, or if the two of you are in a more talkative mood after, the two of you fall asleep talking, neither of you remembering who fell asleep first.

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ajortga · 5 months ago

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i love you

pairing: vada cavell x fem reader

word count: 1.1k+ (drabble)

summary: a sweet moment like this serves makes you realize that you can't imagine a world without vada, you love her.

a/n: there was one part i wrote inspired by 'yours truly' by abby jimenez, couldn't put it down till i finished it. send in some requests! i have a lot but definitely want to be able to write more once i finish them.

“Vada, no! Hey, stop taking my slurpee!” You scold while just walking out of the auditorium in the movie theater. There’s a dramatic, loud slurping noise as soon as you say that, your girlfriend teasing you.

This always happens. You two order popcorn and a soda to share before the movie starts, then two slurpees nearing the end of the movie. The ‘are you sure you want that flavor?’ and the ‘you won’t steal my whole slurpee, right?’ questions come in when Vada decides on a flavor.

And of course– every single time, you two somehow manage to swap slurpees because Vada would tell you, ‘yours just always tastes better,’ while slurping loudly on the straw to annoy you.

She’d have a blue raspberry slushy while you got a coke one, then manage to take yours when you two walked out. Then, the next time, she’d have a coke slushy while you had a blue raspberry one, then she’d take the coke one? It made no sense. “It didn’t taste that good last time! I think you’re just making it taste better” She would argue.

Now, you had a cherry one while she had a blue raspberry one, and she’s slurping away.

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Next time, we’re ordering the same fucking thing, or I’m dispensing the drink you want to make it ‘taste better’ for you!” You sip your slurpee–that’s now a blue raspberry one. You love her too much to be upset, well, in this case for now.

Before you two leave, you notice the photo booth you and your friend’s had been in multiple times. A whole friend section of the wall in your room holds a memory of the time. You decide to drag your girlfriend inside, stuffing your hand in your wallet as you pull out some money.

“Oh, I love these,” the brunette says happily, slurping on your drink as you tap buttons. “Nick made me do one of these once, but like, I hogged the whole thing So when our photos printed, you could just see my face and I was laughing so hard-”

You let out a breath as you grin and roll your eyes, “Yes, Vada. I know you do, so you better not shove me out of this one, baby. You have a one?”

Vada nods and gives you a dollar bill before you insert the money.

As the countdown starts, you turn and see your girlfriend giving you a goofy smile. Her smiling just makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, her freckles that splash across her cheeks like constellations in the sky, or the footsteps of the sun, and oh. Her dimples that make you remember that you did that.

Her dimples, a beautiful crease that only arrives whenever you make her laugh after a bad day, a sweet, lopsided smile when you play with her hair.

You shake out of your thoughts, ignoring the growing sense of admiration and something else that flutters in your chest. She hugs you tight as you’re buried in her chest, the photo clicking.

“You smell good,” she says, her nose in her hair as she nuzzles into it, breathing in your scent.

You both get a little closer to the camera, where all you can see are your faces looking silly. She slightly turns to you as she cups your cheeks and presses her lips to your forehead. You sigh, happily as you press your forehead more to her lips, letting the sweet fluttering euphoria of her linger. Then you both stick your tongues out to each other.

After the photo snaps, you open your arms, like a little teddy bear waiting to be hugged. You need a hug.

Vada immediately wraps her arms around your waist as she hugs you tightly, letting your arms hold her neck and your nose bury to her collarbones. You’ve spent so much time in her arms that it’s hard not to miss the feeling when you’re in others. Too tight, too light, no butterfly flutters. It makes you realize that you can’t imagine what it would be like without her. You care about her too much. Every date, every hug, every action that makes your admiration grow, it makes your heart too. You love her.

You love her.

As the countdown ticks, 10.. 9…

You look up at her, a small peek. “Vada?...”

She looks down at you, searching in your eyes. She’s seen every emotion in you from your eyes. Anger, sadness, fear, happiness. But she’s not sure what this one is.

“Yeah, cuddles?”

…

“I love you.”

Those three little words that are so meaningful. The three little words that sound so weird when you’ve said it many times before, but roll off your tongue so easily when it’s with her.

You love her.

Something flickers in Vada’s expression, shock? Realization? She’s always so silly with you, so unserious, but she searches your eyes. And that’s what it was. Admiration, like if she were to let you go, you would let go of life. She’s seen it countless times before in your eyes. A soft gleam in your eye whenever you were with her, watching her from afar, watching her smack someone across the face when they got too close to you and made you uncomfortable. But she sees that it’s so much stronger now. It’s all love.

As the countdown reaches its final seconds, she finally breathes out, her hands cupping your cheeks and whispering four little words.

“I love you too.”

And before the camera flashes, she kisses you. Your first kiss with her.

It’s nothing like what you thought first kisses would be like. You’d think it’s a quick peck, or hungry lips. You’ve imagined it before with her. Sweet, but maybe a little awkward. But this one is so much different. She’s soft with you, taking her time. She tastes like your cherry slushie.

It makes your chest bloom. you’ve heard of sparks, but you feel fireworks, you feel a whole happy flower sprouting.

You kiss her back, almost immediately like your heart had wanted this from the start. You kiss her like how you wanted when you both look at each other during cuddles. You kiss her like how the stars yearn for the sun. You kiss the girl that you’ve loved from the start.

As you two pull away and your photo strips print, you breathe a little heavily. She pulls you closer to her, looking down at you as she giggles and scrunches her nose at you. Her tongue is a little purple.

“We have to do that every single day,” she orders, looking like she just experienced a one-in-a-lifetime experience.

"Every single day," you repeat, looking at the photos that were just printed.

You quickly kiss her again and let her pepper your face with her affection once you two let go.

When you two left the theater with two photo strips in your hands, you keep in mind for it to be the first one in your “my favorite people” section.

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tkwrites · 8 months ago

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Elimination - Quinn Hughes x ofc

gif by @thombordeleau

Title: Elimination

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn x Sarah

Warnings: Sad Quinn, fluff and comfort, smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), if I missed any others, please let me know.

Summary: When the Canucks are eliminated from the Stanley Cup Playoffs, Sarah offers Quinn a kind of comfort he didn’t know he needed.

Word count: 4,200

Comments: This snapshot has been a long time coming. The idea of Sarah comforting Quinn the way she does came to me while I was driving to work one day, and I immediately wrote it down. It took me quite a while to figure Quinn’s family into the story, including his brothers (yes! They're finally here!).

As I was editing the comfort scene, I found the story continuing in a way I didn’t really expect, but mirrored Before I meet your parents… in a way I couldn’t ignore.

If you enjoy it, please let me know by commenting or reblogging! Your comments really do inspire me to keep writing!

Elimination

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

The playoffs were a whole different beast than Sarah had become accustomed to. Not only was the season much longer than any of the guys were used to, practices were more intense and heated, video more in depth, the need for rest and recovery more acute. She knew first hand how tired the team was because she knew first hand how tired Quinn was.

In the first round, they'd lost the first game in the series before rallying to win the next three. The Kings won one more before the Canucks stamped them out with the last win coming on home ice in overtime. Despite the final score only being 1-0, it was the most exciting game Sarah had ever been to.

When she was sitting with Quinns family, Luke had taken to teasing her in that little brother way every time her hands ended up clutching her face with each shot directed at Demko or Talbot.

“Calm down, Sarah,” he’d said, when she jumped in her seat, hands flying up to cover her mouth as Demko barrel rolled to stop another shot from Kopitar.

She'd sent a playful glare his way, “I'm surprised Kylee hasn't told you you should never tell a woman to calm down. That's a surefire way to get yourself into trouble.”

Kylee, who was sitting on Lukes other side, snorted. “Oh, I have. He just doesn’t listen.”

Luke took it in stride and laughed. He reminded Sarah so much of her oldest nephew, Ryan. Good natured, friendly and a little bit goofy once she broke through that shy shell.

Sarah glanced at Jack, who was sitting with his some of his cousins farther down the row. His eyes darted away, as if caught staring at something he shouldn’t.

The strained way he acted around her was getting better, but he was still pretty standoffish toward her. When she asked Quinn what she could do to fix it, he said to just give it time, and Jack would come around eventually. He didn’t think it was actually anything about her, but rather Jack needing time to adjust to the situation.

“I think he finally realized how serious I am about you.”

“You’re serious about me?” she’d asked, all flirty lashes and coy smiles.

“You know I am,” he’d responded before leaning in to kiss her.

So, she turned back to the game, giving Jack time and hoping he would see how much she loved his older brother and that she only meant well.

When Garland shot the overtime goal off a picture perfect pass from Quinn, he managed to catch Talbot above the blocker, sending the puck sailing into the back of the net with a definitive whoosh.

The arena erupted into a wall of sound.

The entire team, clad in blue, spilled onto the ice, throwing helmets and gloves, crowding around Conor and Thatcher.

Quinn was ecstatic that evening. Practically bouncing off the walls of the club they went to to celebrate. Sarah had never seen him so loud - caught up in the atmosphere and moment.

Halfway through the night, he pulled her into a dim corner and kissed her so thoroughly, she actually considered pulling him into the dingy bathroom to have her way with him right then.

Jack interrupted, drunkenly loud, and demanded that Quinn come with him for a round of shots.

Quinn paused, meeting Sarah’s eye.

“Go celebrate,” she encouraged, trying her best to not come between them. She and Quinn could find a spare moment to celebrate on their own later.

With his family in his house, that moment hadn’t come, but she was glad to see Quinn celebrating so heartily with his brothers.

In the second round, after three straight losses to the Predators, Vancouver battled, forcing game five, before dominating in Nashville two nights later, selling their comeback story.

When they got back to town, the whole city was buzzing.

Despite the excitement, game six was awful to watch. Sarah had her hands over her mouth through most of it.

Now that they were fighting to tie, and the Preds were fighting, once again, to clinch the series, Nashville was playing dirty: exploiting every Canucks weakness they could find. They needled, drawing penalty after stupid, preventable penalty until they were three goals up at the end of the second period.

Quinn was exhausted. Sarah could see it in his skating and in the slumped set of his shoulders as they went into the dressing room for the intermission.

She sent him a text, I’m so proud of you.

He didn't reply, but they battled back, holding off all Preds offense and getting within a goal by the time Demko was pulled at the end of the third. Quinn battled fiercely to keep the puck in the offensive zone for more than a minute, giving a master class on body-eye coordination as he skirted the blue line, dodging Nashville players as if someone were controlling him with a top ice view.

Their passes were perfect: tic-tac-toe from Quinn to Mikheyev to Lafferty, but as Sam tried to get the puck to Höglander, the pass was intercepted.

Nashville fought to center ice and chipped the puck into the Vancouver end.

Quinn chased it, but he just didn't have enough in the tank. He caught up just as the puck bounced back out of the open net.

Full of frustration and despair, he smacked it into the boards. Caught at just the right angle, the puck ricocheted back at him, and he had to lift a hand to block it from hitting him in the face.

Sarah could practically see the frustrated embarrassment radiating off him as he skated to sit down.

Demko was pulled again and Quinn managed to get the empty netter back, but through the ugly march of time, the clock expired before they could score another.

The buzzer sounded and Nashville celebrated, throwing equipment all over the ice, all hugging and jumping as the Canucks limped into the dressing room.

Even despite the disappointment of losing, everyone was thrilled to see them get this far. Going from the middle of the pack last season to top of the league this year was no small feat. She knew Quinn wouldn’t be satisfied until they got the cup, but she was so proud of him.

He sent a text, telling them to go home and he would meet them there when he was done with the media.

It was torture for Sarah to have to leave and wait for him. She wished she could go down to the dressing room, but knew not only would she not be allowed in, Quinn would hate it. He would want to talk with her privately.

Everyone was subdued as they puttered around the apartment, waiting for him. Both Jack and Luke were on their phones, sprawled out over the living room furniture, while Ellen, Jim and Kylee were doing something in the kitchen. Sarah was too nervous to even distract herself. Quinn had lost before, of course, but she’d never seen him lose like this — not this kind of a season-ending, brutal loss.

When the elevator dinged, Sarah jumped to her feet, his family following suit, clambering into the living room.

To her surprise, Quinn came straight to her, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. His suit was rumpled, his tie attempting to slither out of his breast pocket. When she wrapped him in her arms, he practically collapsed against her.

Ellen knew Quinn loved and trusted Sarah and that he spent far more time with her these days, but it was still a bit shocking when he bypassed them all to go straight to her for comfort.

Sarah reacted in a way Ellen never had and upon seeing the scene play out, she realized Sarah’s reaction may have been something Quinn had been longing for for a long time.

She would usually hug him for a while, before talking him down. They would soon end up dissecting shifts and plays. He would lament how he could have been better, and she would try to comfort him while still being realistic.

Sarah just stood there, holding him. She didn't say a word, even when Quinn started to cry softly. She just ran a hand into his wet hair, while the other traveled slowly up and down his back.

She didn't assure or placate him, or even try to get him to stop crying. She just let him express the emotion without judgment or commentary. It hit Ellen suddenly that Sarah reacted this way because she had dealt with so much sorrow in her life, she knew how to comfort in these hard moments.

The family stood by and watched. She didn’t look up and meet their eyes with a conspiratorial, he’ll be alright, look, or invite them into the embrace. Her whole intention was focused on Quinn.

While it was sweet to see them together in this way, it was also a little awkward to watch, especially for the boys, who looked like they had no idea what to do.

It was full minutes before anyone said anything, and even then, it was just Sarah asking if he wanted to sit down. He shook his head so she did a little two-step, and kept on.

As Ellen watched them interact, it was obvious how much they meant to and understood each other. It was so sweet to witness her son finding the person he needed that she pulled out her phone to record them, wanting to document the moment.

When they finally spoke, Ellen was glad she was filming.

“I let everyone down,” Quinn said, his voice choked with emotion, just above a whisper.

“No.” Her voice was quite loud, the word definitive, leaving no room for doubt. It was a bit shocking to hear Sarah be so forceful.

Taking his jaw, she gently lifted his head up so he had to look into her eyes.

“No,” she repeated, her voice a little softer now. “This wasn't only your fault, and it didn't happen because of anything you did by yourself.”

Ellen wasn’t sure she would go that far… If he had gone for a change, someone with fresh legs may have been able to chase down that empty netter.

“You don’t win as a team, but lose by yourself. That’s not how this works.”

Now she understood where Sarah was going.

“I know this run is ending sooner than you wanted and I'd be more concerned if you weren't sad.” She paused for a long moment, looking into his eyes as if she was searching for something. When she didn’t find it, she continued, “I just - I want you to remember that I don't love you because you play hockey.”

His lower lip trembled and Ellen felt hers do the same.

“I love you because of this big, kind heart,” she said as she pressed a hand to his chest, “and because of this brilliant, thoughtful mind,” her other hand slid into the hair at his temple. “And those are the same as they were this morning. You're so much more than hockey.”

He was looking at her like she'd hung the moon.

Ellen felt tears slip down her own cheeks. All her life, she’d been trying to strike a balance with her boys - trying to find the right way to tell them hockey was just a part of who they are. And here Sarah was, walking into their life, and saying the exact thing Ellen had been trying to say all along.

Right then and there, the remaining reservations she had about Sarah were swept onto the back burner. She knew it would still take some getting used to, but how could she not love this woman standing in front of her, telling her son she loved him for who he was and not for the things he did? It was all she could ask for as a mother.

She glanced over at Jack, who looked a little dumbfounded, as if seeing Sarah for the first time. Luke was smiling in a glad, knowing way, his arm looped around Kylee.

Jim, standing on Ellen’s other side had a mixture of pride and disappointment on his face. Ellen knew he was going to battle with himself at the thought of Quinn crying over being eliminated. When they were kids, he would have told the boys to buck up, despite Ellen’s insistence it was okay for them to express their sadness for a little while.

The happiness at seeing someone accept Quinn as he was won out, and Jim put his arm around Ellen with a conspiratorial smile.

“Of course you’re going to be sad,” Sarah continued. “Like I said, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t. But you,” she poked him gently in the chest to emphasize her point, “sure as hell didn’t let me down.”

Quinn threw his arms around her in a fierce hug. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He wiped at his eyes, then turned to the family. They embraced him one by one.

After she’d hugged Quinn, Ellen went to Sarah, “I don’t know how you did that,” she said, pulling her close, “but that was exactly what he needed.”

When Quinn made his way back to Sarah, he kissed her temple. His eyes were still red, cheeks still splotched with color, but he looked settled. Not satisfied or happy, really, but settled.

Later that night, Ellen sent the video to her sister, making her promise to not share it with anyone. She just needed someone else to see the tenderness.

Oh, Elle, I'm so glad Quinn finally found a good one. I can't wait to meet her.

At the same time Ellen was texting her sister, Quinn was lying next to Sarah in bed. Her words from earlier replaying over and over again in his thoughts.

He'd practically begged her to stay over. She hadn't planned to with his family in the house, but he felt a bit needy and wanted the comfort of her next to him.

“Thank you for tonight,” he said, turning to her.

She rolled onto her side so they were face to face. “I'm always gonna be in your corner, Quinn.”

Leaning in, he kissed her - gently at first, but it soon turned more passionate.

The fact that they would be apart before too long was on both their minds as they made love that night.

“Oh, Quinn. Right there, right there,” she chanted, voice soft.

The simple fact that he could make her feel this way made his heart feel full to bursting. At least he hadn't lost that.

Keeping eye contact, his hand traced to her left knee and pulled it up over his hip. He didn’t want her to have the same old orgasm. Not tonight. A big part of him wanted to prove he could still excel here.

Head tipping back, Sarah panted.

His other hand came up to guide her chin back down.

The way she clenched around him when their eyes met made his hips stutter.

She lifted herself up to catch his mouth. It changed the angle of his thrusts, making his whole body quiver. He tried to brace against it, slowing down and concentrating on kissing the breath out of her.

It worked in that they were both breathless before too long, but didn't ease the feeling of being pulled to the very edge of his restraint. The competitive streak inside him wasn't about to allow himself to come before she did - especially not tonight, when he had so much left to prove.

“No,” she gasped when he pulled away. “I was right there.”

He laughed into her skin. “I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he said, before tracing his mouth over her clavicle and trailing his tongue between her breasts, savoring the salty taste of her skin.

The blankets pulled with him as he settled between her legs, and Sarah gasped as the cool air of his room hit her.

She looked so ethereal in a pool of soft light from one of the skylights, her chest rising and falling at a hurried, steady pace.

“God, you're beautiful,” he whispered.

Times like these, Quinn still wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to find Sarah. She seemed to be his perfect match in every way. It wasn’t always smooth sailing - nothing ever was. This summer was sure to take a toll on their relationship. He knew, somehow, they would come out on the other side, better and stronger, but all the same, he wasn’t looking forward to spending so many nights without her.

Pushing that worry out of his mind, he concentrated the task at hand and lowered his mouth to her hot center.

It was his turn to give thanks.

She was acutely aware of his family in the apartment: brothers on the floor below, while his parents were down the hall. They were never particularly loud in bed, but the thought of his family overhearing hushed her vocal cords even more.

“Quinn,” she whimpered.

He ate up every whisper, every little whine and panted breath, knowing they were just for him.

Making some unintelligible noise, her back arched, lifting off the mattress.

She whined when he eased two fingers into her and lifted his mouth.

“Help me find it?” he whispered, crooking his fingers.

“Higher.”

He moved slowly, not wanting to go too fast and pass over it.

“There, there,” she panted.

Reaching up with his free hand, he disentangled her fingers from the sheet so he could grasp her hand, linking them together.

“You can press a little harder. It’s not as sen -” her voice broke off into a groaned, “oh, fuck,” as he urged that soft, spongey spot with a heavier touch.

They’d done this more after his revelatory first time, and he loved discovering new things about her. He still had a hard time finding her g-spot on his own, but he was learning. Tonight felt like a whole new ego stroke, one he was seeking if he was being honest with himself.

His mind wandered back to the first time he’d touched her, the way she’d reminded him of Helen of Troy - beautiful beyond belief. He ached for her the same way now as he watched her fall apart. Mouth dropped open as her body pulled taught as a bow string, one hand grasping the headboard for stability while the other clutched his like a vice.

As she came down from her high, he kept his fingers pressed into her.

Even as she squirmed against the sensitivity from his strong touch, she felt a blaze of pleasure reignite in her belly, faster than it ever had before.

Still kneading with his fingertips, he lowered down, sucking her sensitive pearl into his mouth. She let out a strangled cry that left him dizzy with satisfaction.

The contrast of his warm mouth and soft tongue on her core against the harsh rasp of his playoff beard on her inner thighs wound her tighter and tighter until he was sparking so much ecstasy in her body, she couldn't quite remember why she was trying to be so quiet.

Her fingers tightened in his at the same time her legs trembled and he knew she was close. He continued on, mouth soft and steady while his fingers worked with more focused intent.

The way she whimpered his name made him groan and rock his hips into the mattress to get a bit of relief.

When the tension in her pelvis finally snapped, Sarah cried out.

It was only after she came back to herself and he eased his fingers from her that she worried about how loud she'd been.

Before she could ask, he knocked her breathless again as he slid his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with apparent relish.

“Did I yell?” she whispered as he crawled back over her.

He shook his head, “not too loud. I don't think they heard.”

The anxiety ebbed away as he leaned in to kiss her.

“Can you turn over?” he asked, lips barely grazing hers.

She pulled back to look into his face.

“I want to make you feel good,” he said.

“You already did. Twice.”

“Please?” he asked, ghosting his lips over her cheek, “let me make you come one more time.”

In reality, Quinn was tired, but his pride was insistent, eager to feel her again and he knew if he got her on her stomach she’d come faster than in missionary.

He could see worry in her expression, but she did as he asked, the sheets clinging briefly to her back as she rolled.

One of his hands grazed down her side, following the curvature of her hip before tracing her hamstring all the way to the knee. Hooking his hand there, he eased her leg out to the side.

He really was spoiling her. Eagle with a broken wing was her favorite position other than missionary, but they didn’t do it terribly often, both generally preferring to see the other when they were together.

She felt Quinn’s heat before any of his skin, and raised her hips slightly to facilitate him.

“You’re —” she broke off into a groan as he eased into her again. She was so sensitive, she was fairly certain she would have fallen apart all over again if he had given her an intense enough look. Heat was already climbing up her spine and he hadn't even moved yet.

His hands appeared near hers as he braced on his forearms. She moved to lace her fingers through his.

When he began to thrust, he felt her fingers curl until her nails kissed his palms

Listening to her sweet sounds, he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to live in her forever.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, chaos sparking all over her skin. “I didn't think I could come this many times so quickly.”

Her hushed statement rushed to his head. “Sarah,” he moaned into her neck. “Fuck, Sarah.”

His mouth traced the curve of her neck before gently biting the ridge of her shoulder.

The prick of pain from his teeth combined with the way he was hitting her g spot in a steady, continuous rhythm had Sarah’s mouth falling open. “Oh. Quinn,” she moaned. “Just like that. Please don't stop.”

Feeling out of his mind with pleasure and pride, he rested his forehead on her back.

Only after he felt her tremble and pulse around him and chanting that he loved her, he let himself go, spilling into her with a loud groan he tried to muffle into her skin.

They stayed that way for a long while, his sweaty chest pressed into her back. He was a comfortable weight, pressing her into the mattress.

Quinn talked himself into moving and eased out, his wince matching the breath she hissed through her teeth. Before he could decide which side to roll onto, she was turning onto her back, and pulling him into her embrace.

Resting his head on her chest, he sighed.

Sarah smiled, tired but gratified and pushed a lock of hair off his forehead. She wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but waited, knowing Quinn needed this extra affection.

“I don't…” he started to say, then trailed off, slowly tracing a circle around her belly button.

He had never felt supported and loved like he had today. Not only when she just let him cry, but when she reminded him that she loved the things about him that weren't his job.

Quinn hadn't known how much he needed to hear Sarah’s words until she was saying them. His whole family was so entwined in hockey that, even though he knew his parents loved him, it sometimes felt like his success and failure in the arena were wrapped up in their affection and approval. It was one of the reasons Jack always felt like the favorite child, as he had the most natural talent.

“You don't?” she urged when he didn’t say anything else.

He shook his head and took a steadying breath. “I feel like I don't deserve you.”

A little smile played on her lips, “I feel that way sometimes, too, but I'm not really sure it's about deserving. Everyone deserves love.”

She paused for a long time playing with his hair. It relaxed Quinn, causing him to practically melt into her.

“I'm glad we're both willing to put in the work and try to meet in the middle,” she said quietly.

He agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her breast.

As they stayed that way for a long time, Quinn felt cocooned in her love and hoped she felt the same.

“Okay,” she said a little while later, starting to feel sticky and itchy, “I’m sorry, but I really need to shower, or at least rinse off.”

They took a quick shower, and Quinn changed the fitted sheet as she redid her skincare.

When they finally fell asleep tangled together, she in a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt, and he in his boxers, it was well after three.

After sleeping like the dead, Quinn woke close to ten, still feeling that strong swell of gratitude easing the disappointment in his chest.

If anyone in his family had heard them, they were all excellent actors, and didn't say a thing.

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owliellder · 1 year ago

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Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mention of a Fight, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: Ahh thank you for 1,000 followers!! I don't even know how that happened!! Anyways, I think it's a little anticlimactic? I just feel like since I am definitely not the kind to raise my voice, a shy reader wouldn't either. Besides, disappointment hurts more than anger, right?

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 4:

Leon really did like you, honest. You were such a sweet girl, so innocent and clueless. Maybe it’s because he never gave his one night stands the time of day, or maybe it was just the sheer amount of time he had to spend with you to get this close, but now he knew he was a pretty terrible person for taking that bet

In the beginning he didn’t feel the slightest twinge of guilt due to the words the frat spewed at him. He knew all the right questions to ask, all the right things to say, the sweetness of it all had you under a spell. It was also such a menial thing to get, a single pair of panties… You probably wouldn’t even know it was missing!

But as time went on, it got harder and harder for Leon to stomach just what he was doing. You’d opened up so much to him about your home life, how stressed you were, how much pressure you were under. Doing this would absolutely ruin you so he did his best to convince himself that he was being the nice one by waiting to complete the bet until you had finished all your finals. All that time spent together had him second guessing, triple guessing, even quadruple guessing his decision to go through with this. The good grades were important to you, he didn’t want to draw your focus away from that.

It was a shame his friends couldn’t keep the damn thing to themselves even if their life depended on it. He’d explicitly told them that it’s done and there was nothing more to it, yet of course they just had to snicker and make snide little comments to each other the next day when they saw you in passing.

Leon wouldn’t admit out loud that you’d really grown on him over the months, so he could only brush his friends off whenever they’d tease him about getting angry whenever the topic arose. Chris was the worst out of all of them, being his best friend, it seemed like his mission was to dance on Leon’s nerves any chance he got.

“Delete that.” A scowl graced Leon’s features as he glared at Chris, who’d stepped back from the agitated man. Almost the entire frat had posed with the panties Leon stole from you, all of them making some form of exaggerated pose and face. What was only meant to be goofy on their part was making the man responsible furious.

“Relax, it’s just a picture. I thought you’d find it funny.” Chris chuckled, bringing his phone back in to look at it again himself. “You’re acting real sour for nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You’re all acting like a bunch of fucking idiots and I’m sick of it. Now delete that damn picture before I smash your phone with a hammer.” The nonchalant attitude from Chris was driving Leon up the wall. He already knew he’d fucked up big time, and with the way everyone was acting would only get him into bigger trouble.

“Shut up, man.” Chris laughed, like this was all some big joke. Everything was a joke to him. “Acting like you’re gonna explode or something.” This man was an actual dumbass, never taking a moment to actually think about what consequences having photo evidence with the entirety of the frat’s members posing with something stolen would have.

Leon scoffed, holding his hands up before letting them fall dramatically to slap against the tops of his thighs. “No fucking way..” One hand came back up to cover his mouth, breathing out sharply through his nose. It was a sad attempt to keep himself from pouncing on the other man, seeing as not barely five seconds later he tackled Chris, hands scrambling to rip the phone from his hand.

Chris was a few inches taller than Leon, a bit stronger too, so the scuffle didn’t last long. Some punches thrown here, a few kicks there, and Leon had the wind knocked out of him at some point, thrown to the side and left to struggle to get up off the floor while Chris decided to make his way to a different part of the house, muttering under his breath all the while.

“God dammit-” Leon wheezed, on his hands and knees, one hand against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Sure he reacted purely on instinct, but Chris could stand to be knocked down a few pegs in his opinion. The guy is an ass.

After finally collecting himself, Leon slowly spun around to rest his back against the foot of the couch, elbows resting on his knees. He coughed a couple times and let his eyes fall closed, eyebrows furrowed as he silently seethed. Chris was most definitely going to send that picture around since he obviously thinks it’s the funniest thing to ever grace this planet. You were going to see the picture. That thought alone had his head falling forward in defeat, breathing out a weak sigh and a few more coughs.

If he had just followed his own shitty advice, he would’ve taken a second to think about it. Why didn’t he just tell you in the first place? Why didn’t he just go to the store and buy a random pair of panties? Why did he follow through on such a meaningless bet?

Now that Leon thinks about it, he was the dumbass in this scenario. A royal one.

He probably sat there for an hour with his eyes closed, mind racing a million miles a minute. Trying not to make another stupid decision, he decided the best course of action would be to tell you before you saw that picture. You should hear it from him and not a total stranger. It was the right thing to do. Right?

He let out a few more strangled coughs and wheezes as he stood up off the floor and threw his coat on, beginning the walk of shame to your building. It wouldn’t have taken that long, but the snow and sludge on the ground made it a bit more dangerous, he needed to tread carefully. In more ways than one.

The extended walk left him alone with his thoughts, seeing as he didn’t grab his own phone to bring with him. With every step his mind grew heavier, an involuntary grimace scrunching his face up as he mulled over what exactly he’d done. He was mentally beating himself up over how easy it would’ve been to avoid this situation if he’d just thought outside of himself for one singular minute.

What had he done?

Leon stomped the excess snow off his boots once inside of the dorm building, hands hidden in the pockets of his jackets as he meandered over to the stairs to get up to the second floor where your dorm was. He took his sweet time, practicing what he wanted to say under his breath as he stared down at his feet while walking up the steps.

Your dorm was down the hall around the corner, allowing him the few extra seconds it would take to get there to get his heart under control. You would be mad, rightfully so, but would you forgive him? Is it selfish to hope that you would?

He stood in front of your door for a minute longer, hand hovering just in front of it, trying to bring himself to knock. Licking his dry lips, he quickly hit the knuckle on his index finger against the door three times, his eyes downturned. As much as he wanted to be the bigger person, it scared him to no end. He’s never cared this much before, so why was he so worried about it now?

Leon’s eyes shot up at the sound of the door opening, immediately showing his confusion when it was Sky on the other side. They didn’t say a word, but they looked mad, or at least very irritated. “Hey, I really need to talk to-,” they cut him off by simply holding up the palm of their hand to him, taking in a deep breath. “We saw it.”

Those three words made his heart drop to his stomach, his eyes quickly darting to look through the opening in the door to see if he could see you. “Please, if you would just let me explain I can-”

“Don’t embarrass yourself. Just go.” Sky was just about to close the door before they quickly looked over their shoulder, shutting the door almost all the way. Leon could hear them whispering to you, and though he desperately wanted to listen in, he decided to take a step back from the door and wait patiently. It was the least he could do.

He looked side to side to make sure no one was walking through the hallways, not wanting anyone to eavesdrop on such a sensitive situation. The door reopened, only this time it was you standing in the doorway. You looked so sad, so disappointed.

Leon hesitated before opening his mouth, yet you cut him off before he could even get a word in. “I trusted you,” you rasped quietly, a shaky sigh passing your lips, “I-.. I trusted you… and this is how you treat me..?” His shoulders slumped as he listened to you. He didn’t think he could feel any worse about this, but here you were, reminding him just how much of an ass he’s been.

“All that time we spent together.. all those kind, encouraging words you told me.. were all a lie?” You sniffled, arms slinking around yourself tightly. Sky was standing out of his view rubbing your back, knowing you wanted, no, needed to confront him yourself.

“No- I-..” Leon stuttered, trying to find the best way to explain everything. And no matter how many times he formulated it in his head, the explanation would never justify his actions. Instead he settled on something that would probably mean and do nothing for you. It was worth saying, though. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m so sorry,” his voice fell to a whisper as he repeated himself, eyes remaining on yours. What else could he say?

Silence fell between you as you only stared back at him with glassy eyes, your every breath shaky as you held back sobs. Crying in front of him would only give him more fuel, was your thought process. In your mind, he couldn’t even be trusted with your trash.

By now, Sky had walked over and grabbed your suitcase, rolling it over next to you. You were leaving a day earlier than you said you would, Sky having offered to drive you back home since your hometown was only a couple hours away from where theirs was.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response, instead taking the handle of your suitcase from your friend before silently walking out of the room, past Leon, and down around the corner. He only stood and watched you walk off with a deep frown, head turning back to look at Sky when he heard them lock the door behind themself.

“You’re only sorry that you got caught.” They grumbled as they walked past him, giving him a quick yet harsh glare. They soon disappeared around the same corner you had, leaving him all alone in the now quiet hallway.

You were the nicest, most considerate person he’s ever had the pleasure to know and he blew it. The worst part about it all was you didn’t even seem mad, just heartbroken. Disappointed in him.

You had put so much of your trust into him, even after he’d been so nasty towards you in the beginning, and what did he do with it? He basically spit on it, lit it on fire, and then flushed the remnants. He was only annoyed with you the first few times he had to help you study, the bickering the two of you shared easily becoming one of the things he liked about you.

Leon honestly liked you from the start, so determined to pass a class that you’d put up with what was basically harassment from him. When he told his frat buddies about you, they were quick to draw up that bet. Unfortunately, he’d known most of these guys since middle school, and you were just a girl he met on chance. His friends’ words blanketed his own morals, and because they saw you as a target, so did he, that subconscious need for peer approval leading him to make one of the worst decisions he’s ever made thus far.

If he was in your shoes, he’d raise hell, so your decision to leave was completely understandable. For some reason you’d let him off easy and he knew he didn’t deserve such light treatment.

All he could do now was hope you’d come back next semester. He’d be fine just getting to see you in passing since you most likely wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him anymore, your friends would certainly keep him at a distance away from you.

Would writing a message be okay? You need time before he approaches the topic with you. Should he leave you be? No, you deserve an apology, even if you don’t want it, nor accept it.

Someone brushed by Leon, breaking his train of thought. He was still standing in the hallway in front of your dorm room. He needed to go and try to make this right, or at the very least rip everyone at the frat a new one. He wasn’t sure, maybe it was because he was angry at them and himself, but leaving the frat sounded like a pretty good way to start righting his wrongs. Not before he made sure that the picture was wiped from everyone’s phone and the panties he stole were kept far away from everyone there.

Chris sent the picture to you, which means it was sent to a bunch of other people too. He’ll spend all winter break tracking down every last person it was sent to, tell professors what he’d done just so it didn’t spread any further. And if it meant he’d lose his scholarship, then so be it.

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literaryavenger · 7 months ago

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Stargazing

Summary: You and Bucky are spending some time together under the stars.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: None, just a whole lot of fluff. Nerd Bucky. Nerd Reader. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word count: 1K because I'll kick myself I can't make anything short.

Prompt: we're sitting on your roof at midnight and you're pointing out every constellation but out of every star, you shine the brightest.

A/N: I wrote this story in like two hours, so bear with me. I don't know a lot about Astronomy, so I googled everything I put on here. I do know my fair share of Mythology but I realise some things may be wrong or just simply different from things you know, who knows Mythology knows there are a lot of versions of the same story, anything I wrote here are the version I've learned over the years, so no hate, but I'm always open to talk about it more if anyone wants to. Always respectfully, of course. Also, I wrote and posted this from my phone so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

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“And see those three stars that make an angle?” Bucky points up to them. “That's Coma Berenices.”

One thing not many people know about Bucky Barnes is his love of Astronomy.

Back in the 40s he loved studying the constellations, learning as much as he could. So, after he regained control of his mind and joined the Avengers, he spends his free time catching up in all things space related he's missed since.

You have never been particularly interested in Astronomy, but seeing how passionate your boyfriend gets when it comes to it, you can never say no when he asks you to stargaze with him.

That's why you've spent countless times now in the position you are right now: Laying on a blanket next to Bucky on the roof of the Avengers Compound, looking at the stars and listening to him tell you all about them.

“That one's Cassiopeia…” He points to it. “That one's Lacerta…”

You giggle a little at the funny name and look at him. “Lacerta?”

“It means ‘the Lizard’.” He informs you with a grin while looking at you too.

“Of course it does.” You say playfully and look back up.

“That one is Camelopardalis…” He traces the stars to give you an idea of the shape.

“Now you're just making things up.” You tease him while looking back at his face to find him glaring playfully at you.

“It means giraffe.” He says matter-of-factly.

“Alright, you little geek.” You smile at his indignified scoff but you can see he's fighting a smile, and losing.

You look at each other with goofy smiles for a moment before you softly say, “What else?” prompting him to go on.

He looks back at the stars for a moment before he starts tracing another constellation.

That's something Bucky loves to do, like the most intricate game of connect the dots ever, and he wins every time.

Sometimes you've even made it into a game, trying to find all the stars in a constellation before the other, but he has the unfair advantage of actually knowing them all. But you always have fun playing, even if you end up behaving like children.

And looking at him right now, his eyes on the stars and his hand up to trace them with his finger, you can't take your eyes off of him and you know, out of all the constellations, he shines the brightest.

“That…” He traces the biggest constellation he's shown you tonight. “is the Ursa Major.”

His voice snaps you out of it and you look back up. He's shown you these same constellations time and time again, every time with the same passion and every time you listen intently, just enchanted by his voice.

“And that one…” He traces another one. “is Pegasus.”

Huh, that was a new one. You look at it while tilting your head. “Pegasus?”

“Yeah, that one I don't know what it means.” He chuckles, about to move on to another set of stars when you interrupt him.

“Pegasus is a winged horse from Greek Mythology.” You say before you can stop yourself.

Mythology is something you've always found fascinating and, much like Bucky with Astronomy, you've always tried to learn as much as you could about it.

Unlike Bucky, you've always kept this small passion to yourself, which is why Bucky is looking at you right now with a confused yet amused raise of his eyebrow.

“What? Can't a girl know a random fact?” You say playfully while looking back up at the stars to hide your slight blush.

“So that's all it is? A random fact?” Bucky asks, his eyes still on you and you know he can tell there's more to it. He knows you pretty well, after all.

“Maybe…” You say playfully, finally looking at him with a small smile.

“Tell me more about it?” He says softly, not pushing you to talk but letting you know he's open to listen if you want.

“Well…” You say quietly after a moment, looking back at the stars as you think about what to tell him. “Pegasus was born from Poseidon-”

“Poseidon?” He interrupts you with a small frown. “The god of the ocean?”

“Yeah…” You chuckle, looking at him. “He's also known as the God of Horses.”

“He is?” He frowns more. “Why?”

“Well, according to Greek mythology he invented them.” You explain with a smile. “He created them out of foam from the ocean in order to be elected as the patron god of a new city. But Athena created an olive tree and the citizens saw that as more useful and chose her, naming their city Athens.”

Bucky looks at you with awe, his entire attention on you now as you enthrall him with your words.

“And he was the father of Pegasus?” Bucky asks you, just wanting to hear more of your voice.

“Yeah, Poseidon was his father and Medusa his mother.” You look back up at the stars, trying to recall more details of the story. “He was born when Medusa got decapitated by Perseus. The blood from her neck fell into the ocean and, out of the white foam, came Pegasus, along with Chrysaor.”

“Chrysaor?” He asks, his eyebrows rising in surprise. “Another horse with wings?”

“No, he was a boar with wings.” You correct him. “Chrysaor comes from a name that means ‘he who has a golden sword’. Pegasus doesn't have a meaning, but it symbolizes divine inspiration or the journey to Heaven, because…”

You keep talking about Greek mythology as you look at the stars, Bucky’s eyes on you the whole time.

He finally understands why you love hearing him talk about Astronomy so much even though you have virtually no interest in it.

The way you talk about Mythology, the knowledge and the passion you show… It's breathtaking to see, and Bucky never wants to stop listening to you at this moment.

If you were looking at him you'd see the same look you have on your face when you look at him talking about the stars, the same look he has when he's looking at the stars…

He may love to stargaze, but the biggest, brightest of them all is laying right beside him, and that’s definitely his favorite.

#bucky barnes #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes oneshot #marvel fanfiction

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pitchsidestories · 1 year ago

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Girls like girls like boys do II Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

a/n: The tiktok video was our inspiration for this oneshot. We hope the person who requested a KCC oneshot ages ago likes how it finally turned out. ❤️

arsenal women masterlist I word count: 1965

"Saw your face, heard your name Gotta get with you Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new Isn't this why we came? Tell me if you feel it too! Tell me, girls like girls like boys do Nothing new"

~ Hayley Kiyoko, Girls Like Girls

Three beaming australian players were strolling along at London Colney while you were busy preparing the set up for the upcoming tiktoks.

You really enjoyed your internship in the social media departement of the Arsenal Women Football Club. It was a joy and pleasure to work with such a talented team off and on the pitch. Moreover, working here really sparked your creativity which you thought you lost a bit during your studies at university.

With a bright smile on her lips, Steph Catley was the first of the three players to greet you: "Hi, y/n got a new aussie to work with you today."

"Hi.", Kyra Cooney-Cross waved at you. Her cheeks were slightly blushed as she took a closer look at you. "Hello, nice to meet you, Kyra.", you said in a warm tone, trying to make her feel comfortable and less nervous about her first days with a new club.

A real smile appeared on the young australian midfielder's face: "Nice to meet you too."

With a cheeky grin Caitlin Foord striked different silly poses in front of you which made everyone laugh: "So what are we supposed to do ?"

"No, worries Cait, I already have an idea how to introduce the newest aussie member to the Arsenal family.", you told the striker before you winked at the latest addition who came from Sweden. Curiously Steph glanced at you:"You do?" "Yes and it goes perfectly with Caitlins goofy mood.", you replied. "That’s the best videos.", the striker declared. Excited Kyra was clapping her hands: "I can't wait." "Yes, let's go.", the defender announced equally motivated. "Great, so let's get started.", you nodded, ready to show them the ideas you had in mind for them.

After all the filming was done Kyra was nervously licking her lips as she turned her face to the fellow Matilda teammate:"I don't know how to, Cait." "Don't know what?", Caitlin asked friendly. From afar she spotted you, so the young midfielder mumbled blushing: "Doesn’t matter."

Later in the evening Kyra arrived at her new flat, which was still relatively unhomely with all the cardboard boxes still being around, that was the moment when she started missing her former Hammarby teammates.

The ache intensified, as she saw Katrina Gorry video calling her, while taking the call the young player could see the older Australian woman’s face lighting up: “Hi, little one.” “Hi Mini.”, Kyra replied softly.

Smiling brightly Katrina told her: “Harper and I saw the Tiktok Arsenal made with Cait, Stephy and you.” “You did? Tell Harper I said hi.” “I’ll, she loved it, the woman who lived in Sweden admitted before changing the subject with a bright grin on her small face, But now back to you, you wrote something about a cute girl.”

A nervous cough escaped from the younger midfielder’s lips: Yeah…” “Tell me about her.”, the older player encouraged her, looking very cozied up in her chair. Slowly Kyra opened up: “She’s the social media manager?” “Means you’ll have plenty of opportunities to get to know her.”, Katrina winked at her. The tease was enough to make the new Arsenal player blush: “I can’t.”

“Why not?”, the young mum asked slightly irritated. The response came quickly from the other side: “She’s working for Arsenal.” “So do you.” “Yeah. Isn’t that a problem?”, Kyra played with a loose string of her hair to calm down her nerves.

Empathetically Katrina shook her head: “Not at all. Oh my god, you’re literally so cute Kyra. You know that you’ve players in your team who date each other, right? So that’s not much of a difference, you see.” Mini as she was lovingly nicknamed by teammates and fans felt the motherly urge to hug the younger woman, but was kind of sad about the fact that she couldn’t do it in this particular moment.

Kyra frowned; “I do think that’s very different.“ Katrina on the other end just sighed; “Okay.“ “You don’t think that?“ “No, you should give it a try.“, replied the older football player sternly. Kyra bit her lip; “Seriously?“ A small smile appeared on Katrinas lips; “Only if she wants to too of course.“ But not even that wiped the doubtful look off of Kyras face; “But I’ve never asked a girl out.“ “Oh, trust me, it’s not very different to asking a boy out.“, Katrina laughed. With a shy smile, Kyra admitted “It does feel different. Actually, boys used to ask me out.“ Her team mate sighed; “Yeah, I know. But fuck the patriarchy.“ Katrina barely finished her sentence, when her eyes went wide. She turned to her two year old daughter; “Shit, Harper, you didn’t hear that!“ But it was obviously too late. “Fuck the patriarchy!“, a childs voice repeated enthusiastically. Now this finally made Kyra smile brightly; “At least this time, it was you and not me.“ She thought about the world cup and the times she had to swallow the swear words she was about to say because Katrinas daughter was around.

“Do you want to hear about my first time asking a girl out?“, Katrina asked, obviously interested in changing the topic quickly. Kyra nodded; “Sure.“ “Alright. So, I was so nervous I stumbled over my own words. I couldn’t get out a full sentence. But the girl knew where I was trying to go and said yes anyway. What I’m trying to say is, you probably won’t be as awkward as me. Or if you are, it might just run in our family.“ “You know we’re not actually related, Mini.“, Kyra snorted. Katrina smiled softly into the camera; “I know but we’re found family.“ “Thank you. That means a lot to me.“ “You’re welcome. Call me after you asked her out, okay? I have to take Harper to bed now.“ The toddler was currently trying to climb onto her mum’s lap, rubbing her eyes, so Kyra waved into the camera; “Good Night, you two. Love you.“

With a bright smile on your face, you greeted the newest Australian signing on the next day: “Good morning, Kyra.” The grin intensified as you followed her gaze, catching her looking at your sports bag: “Oh yeah, I’m playing too, amateur football tho, later we do have a game, that’s why I carry this around.” “You’re playing too?”, Kyra asked, her mouth feeling suddenly dry from that unexpected but equally lovely news. “I’m a midfielder just like you, but not that good.”, you answered, your cheeks turning red. The arsenal player replied warmly: “Oh don’t say that. We all started there.” “I guess that’s true, and I really like my team, you stopped before suggesting boldly, Maybe you want to watch a game of mine someday so you can judge for yourself.” “Really? Yeah, sure. I’d love to.”, the young midfielder was clearly delighted by that opportunity to see another side of you. “Cool, when do you think you can make it?” “Oh, probably not today.”, Kyra nervously licked her lips. Quickly you reassured her: “I did not expect you to that’s why I asked.”

Later the young Australian player was sitting next to Caitlin in the changing room after the training for the day was done. The older attacking player raised up her eyebrows: “She invited you to watch a game of hers? That’s almost a day.” “That’s not a date..”, Kyra whispered. Meanwhile Steph joined them and suggested: “If you want to we can go to the match together. What do you think about that?” “Really? You’d come with me?”, the youngest of the three looked very relieved by that prospect. Encouragingly Caitlin nodded: “Of course.” “How about next week? Before the season starts?”, Kyra asked them excited. Smiling Caitlin promised her: “We’ll be there.”

The next weekend, when Arsenal had a free day, Caitlin picked Kyra up to go watch your game. “Let’s see how good our content creator is.“, she said excitedly as they entered the football pitch together. Kyra was trying to find you, so she only realized that Steph joined them when Caitlin added; “Oh my god, you brought Calvin with you, Steph?“ “Of course I brought him. Couldn’t leave him at home.“, she laughed. Kyras face immediately lit up as she crouched down to pet the dog; “Hi cutie!“ “He says Hi, auntie Kyra.“, Steph replied for her dog who was trying to lick Kyras face.

But as soon as the first whistle was blown, the attention of the three Australians shifted towards the game. “She’s really good.“, Kyra noticed after a few minutes of watching you. Caitlin sighed dramatically, eyes wandering over the pitch; “God, I miss this.“ “Me too. I think I’ll try to go here more often. It’s fun.“, Kyra grinned. Steph nudged Caitlin with her elbow; “It’s so cute, Cait. Kyra is crushing on her.“ The younger player shot them an offended glance but Caitlin didn’t take her eyes off the grass; “And I’m crushing on this grassroots football, Steph. Don’t you ever miss playing like this? Just for fun?“ “I do. But look at Kyra.“ Arsenals newest signing was back at watching you, ignoring her two team mates. “She’s enjoying this.“ With smirk, Steph nodded; “Not only the game.“ “She said it’s not a date but it basically is a date.“, Caitlin agreed, laughing.

As soon as the final whistle blew, you walked over to the side of the pitch to hug your visitors; “Hi, my three favourite aussies.“ “Hey, great game.“ “Yes, it was great to watch.“, Steph and Caitlin offered their compliments. “Thank you.“, you smiled gratefully, before turning to Kyra who went suspiciously quiet, “Did you enjoy the game too, Kyra?“ “Oh, yes, I did. You were amazing.“, she answered fast, almost stumbling over her own words. Your smile only got brighter; “I’m glad that you did.“

“Caitlin, let’s go. Calvin needs a walk now.”, Steph dragged the forward with her, feeling you two needed time to talk alone in peace. For a second Caitlin gave the defender an irritated look: “I thought he just was on one!, when she realized her teammates plan behind that move and added quickly, yeah, okay, see you two tomorrow.” “Bye girls.”, you waved at them, still smiling while shaking your head at them. Nervously Kyra went through her hair with one hand: “So…” “Yes?” “I know this is weird but.. would you go out on a date with me?”, the Australian midfielder asked, her cheeks turning pink. Immediately you tried to calm down her nerves by saying: “Kyra it��s not weird at all. I’d love to go on a date with you. Do you want to get something to eat with me after I changed into normal clothes`” “Yes sure.”, Kyra nodded happily. A huge grin appeared on your lips as you said your goodbyes for now: “Perfect, see you in a few minutes.”

From afar Caitlin and Steph were watching you two. The forward turned to the defender visibly amused: “So I guess we don’t have to take her home now.” “Right, come on Calv, time for us to leave.”, Steph said, the dog himself could not wait to get back to his place after this adventurous day for him.

A few days after your first real date Kyra decided to video call her national teammate because she could not wait to tell her the great news. Curiously Katrina glanced at the younger footballer:“ So, what did she say?” “She said yes and she’s my girlfriend now.”, the Arsenal midfielder confessed. Excited Katrina lifted her arms up into the air: “I fucking knew it.” Her swearing made her wife looking really annoyed at her, so she tried to defend herself, sorry love, but thank god, Harper is asleep so she could not hear me using those words to express my excitement.”

#kyra cooney cross #kyra cooney cross x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #matildas #matildas imagine #matildas x reader #arsenal wfc #arsenal women #caitlin foord #steph catley #woso oneshot #awfc #auswnt #katrina gorry #woso

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missmarveledsblog · 1 month ago

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Brooster ( Bradley Bradshaw x reader )

summary : when y/n brings her class to the hanger well bradley gets to check off two dreams in one go to jakes dismay and when the two bickering stems a glorious idea fun for all well other than the two men

warning: rooster being love sick , part of the its fate series gave her a nickname sunny, grammatical and spelling errors soz

its fate series here

@bets-bookshelf gave me this idea so long ago when i was doing the it's fate series so had to do something for it

also something fluffy for the amazing @shanimallina87

He told them from the beginning , before he even talk to her or found out she as hangmans sister that she was going to be the future mrs bradshaw . He was right because although it wasn’t a wedding ring on her finger it was just one more step away. Two years to the day he ended the perfect first day recreating the very same moment and yet making it more special . finishing the dance in that spot spinning her out slowly and then when she turned back there he was on one knee asking what her to be his wife . everyone soon learned how true it would be they would be it before the engagement all you had to do was look at the couple and you would see it . thanksgiving she brought him back to texas to which take teased them the whole time but her parents loved bradley almost instantly to the blonde aviators dismay even grandma seresin loved him which wasn’t so easy some of her brother in laws were still trying to win the old matriarch over. He waited til she went shopping with her sisters and that when bradley asked for their permission and their blessing . The look on jakes face had to be a bonus to the whole cherry on the cake.

Now here he was in the present proudly guiding her and her class to the hanger . little wide eyes , excited faces standing not knowing what to do or say next . They must of got the same warning mav and y/n gave the dagger squad , the captain still trying to convince the younger seresin to enlist as she had the talent to be a commander. They all seem to take it stride and keeping language to a minimum although a few nearly slips happened only to be stopped short . he also did try to keep his adoring and goofy smiles in her direction to a minimum which failed the moment she walked into the hanger and honestly watching her and the kid suddenly had him picturing her with their and maybe he could ovulate something he was looking into because shit he was convinced he was every time he seen her being so sweet and caring to a pint sized human .

“ OK boys and girls gather up lieutenant bradshaw here is going to tell you all about the F/A-18 you ready ?” mav smiled to the group of children who in turn we yelling excited “YES” .

“ liuetant ? “ bob nudged him from staring at the pretty teacher who snorted.

“ sorry erm yeah so lets show you guys one of the loves of my life” he winked to y/n who rolled her eyes and followed after making sure the kids where safe distance. She knew the whole inside and out considering her brother and now soon to be husband yammered on about it the whole week , or more so argued over the importance of which part to talk more on . each time his eyes would meet hers and he’d stumble through abit .

“ maybe don’t enlist?” Maverick chuckled when nat nudged bradley to get his attention .

“ concentrate brooster” she hissed. The little eyes seemly picking up more than the jet as they stood around.

“ anyone any questions ?” rooster looked over the little awe struck face . “ you there with the cute pigtails “ he pointed.

“ my name is abby , do you have crush on miss sunny “ that nickname he heard them calling her few time it fit she really was a human embodiment of sunshine and could burn if got on bad side .

“ erm yes .. anyways spiderman shirt which is awesome by the way shoot “ he chuckled a little caught off guard .

“ aren’t you too old for sunny?” he asked .

“ i like that kid” jake snorted.

“ i’m not that old … anyone else “ he looked as all hands raised . “ about the jet or base” he added as they all fell down except one. “Shoot little lady” .

“ can we fly in these today ?” she asked .

“ sadly not see you gotta be erm 18 to fly in them “ he lied quickly .

“ sunny you can’t fly” she turned to her teacher.

“ i’m older 18 cassie “ y/n snorted.

“ well then lets bring the kids up to the control room and you can give sunny here a lap in the sky “ nat smirked as she knew it was one of his stupid little dreams to do so .

“ i got the paperwork “ bob added when he seen mav going to say something.

“ hell no… nope “ jake stood .

“ where do i sign” she smiled brightly .

“ come over here rest of you bring kiddo’s to the control room , make sure they ear muffs are on their head” nat called dragging sunny over to the table.

“ i’ll fly here” jake growled.

“ i can fly man i wont let anything happen relax” rooster rolled his eyes as they looked over and nat was helping her into a flight suit suspiciously a perfect fit and a helmet on her head .

“I’m watching you bradshaw “ jake grumbled heading to the control tower make sure the kids were ok .

“ you ready pretty girl “ he smiled watching her coming over .

“ ready lieutenant “ she saluted as he let her climb up first

“ hey if you every wanna enlist and be my backseater i have no objections if i get to do this all time “ he chuckled.

“ head off her ass and make sure she comes back in one piece “ jakes voice came over the intercom.

“ do i need to get the get along shirt for you two “ she warned .

“ no ma’am” both men easily replied.

“ ok so we wont be doing anything crazy , if you fell sick or anything let me know and i will land “ he told her softly as he made sure her straps were secure .

“ i’m not scared i’m excited “ she giggled as he shook his head knowing this was likely gonna be outcome .

“ ready baby” he called back .

“ ready “ she called listening to the control room as they let the kids giving the take off clearance .

This was a dream come true , one to mark off his bucket list to bring the love his life and thing he loved to do in like together . her excited gasps and pointing out everything she could see from where they were . he turned to see her eyes filled in awe and amazement god he was tempted to fly them to courthouse or vegas in that moment and just marry her on the spot . she was everything and more to him and he couldn’t wait to enjoy rest of his life doing more like this , more exciting adventure.

“ loop it “ she yelled

“ you sure baby “ he chuckled at the excitement of her voice.

“ do it “ she called .

Her squeal the turned she was looking at the world upside down in a spilt second before he done it again and again .

“ brooster what the hell are you doing , your carrying precious cargo land now” jake voice crackled through the comms .

“ hey radley bradley brooster time to land “ she snorted .

“ aye aye captain hotstuff” he called back .

“ brooster kids here keep the flirting to a minimum “ nat voice came through.

“ tell them i’m just loving on my future wife”

“ ok some are crying and hangman looks like he’s gonna throw up “ fanboy sounded worried.

“ lets land “ she called as he nodded.

When they got on the ground she literally got her feet on the tarmac when she was whipped around helmet pulled and thrown to mav as jake check her over .

“ give over you big dummy it was a few loops and spins i’m ok “ she slapped him away . before she turned to sniffling kids .

“ some aren’t happy you getting married because their dads said it was sad day when that happens “ nat snorted.

“ oh jesus “ she huffed off knowing she was going to have to explain to both kids and seemly parents her private life and job were separate.

“ curse of the hot teacher” payback chuckled.

“ see one piece “ bradley smirked kissing her head.

“ you not flying with her again brooster”

“ says who bagman “

“ boys over there now no fighting with the kids around although even crying with snot bubbles their still more mature “ she pointed over to the corner as they both went.

“ honestly i love having you around kid “ mav ruffled her hair.

“Since when y’all calling him brooster” she chuckled.

“ when he messes up , annoying or anything really “ nat shrugged.

“ we call them b&b when they fight or even get along “ fanboy broke out laughing

“ ohh i get it bagman and brooster” she giggled an idea forming in her head and coming to fruition as they all got on the bus .

Two weeks after visiting the hangar and awkward parent teacher meetings she was staying back once the kids gone home clearing up after a day of crafts when the buzzing of her phone went off each member of dagger squad including pete maverick mitchell sending her images . when she click open she knew it would be good but shit she didn’t think it was this good . there stood her brother and her soon to be husband standing scowling wearing the enormous material written on it on the front read :

Bagman and Broosters get along shirt

Two trapped in the fabric looking less then impressed but hell it made her year to see an idea coming to life and leave a glowing review to the woman that made it .

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 7 months ago

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Please do a no nut November with daddy larz please please please….

A/n: Sorry it's so short, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3 I wasn't gonna add to the NNN thing but I had to for Lars, Danish princess is so pretty <3

Warnings: Smut, hand job, public sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Lars had heard about this stupid challenge through some friends. He tried to shut down the idea but his friends seemed pretty into it, thinking it would be fun to try. Seeing that his friends wanted to go through with it had him thinking it over.

He couldn’t get the idea of it out of his head and kept thinking about it his whole walk home. In theory it would be easy for him, his band was just getting started which was cool but they weren’t at the stage where people were throwing themselves at them or anything. He didn’t have a partner, not even someone he’d like to have as his partner. It would be easy, right?

As the month went on he kept the challenge in mind, checking in on his friends and how they were coming along. Sure enough by week two one of them failed, only fueling Lars’ ego with how easy this would be.

He was walking around his neighbourhood, thinking about this and that and the other thing when he noticed a garage sale. It was about noon, it was fairly busy as there were quite a few tables set up all filled with things. What caught his eye was the person he saw taking the money.

He swears he’s never laid his eyes on someone so beautiful. He came over, pretending to look around while he tried to think of something to say to start a conversation with you.

He couldn’t help but stare, eavesdropping on conversations just to hear your voice, your sweet laugh. Feeling someone’s eyes on you you glanced around before landing on Lars. His face flushed and he looked down, pretending to be uninterested.

You chuckled to yourself and went over to him. “Can I help you with something?” Lars just stared at you with a goofy grin.

“Uh, no, I’m just looking.” He replied after a long moment. “Um, why-why’re you getting rid of all this?” He asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“I’m going to college soon and I don’t need all of this.” You explained.

The both of you kept talking and eventually exchanged numbers. Over the next week you kept talking and hanging out, getting closer and getting to know each other. Another of Lars’ friends was out but he didn’t care, he had a pretty girl under his arm.

It was the night before you were supposed to leave for college and Lars wanted to take you out for one last stress free night. “Promise to call every day?” He asked. You were sitting on the hood of his old run down car at the top of a hill looking over the city like a cheesy romance movie.

You chuckled and nodded. “Yes, I’ll call you every day.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. His arm was around you and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“And you won’t find someone else?” He asked, a hint of worry sticking in his voice. “Not even if they’re taller and handsomer?” You knew this was a genuine fear of his, that you’d find someone better. It was still early in your relationship but that didn’t mean you were still looking, didn’t mean you wouldn’t have to tease him a little either.

“Mh, maybe.” You could feel Lars tensing a bit and he looked down at you. “I might need a little...” You trailed your hand up his thigh to his crotch. “Extra incentive~” This was definitely not the time that Lars wanted to be reminded of the challenge he and his friends had taken part in.

“Um, well, I just-” He stopped himself when you squeezed him through his jeans. You palmed him through his clothes, listening for what made your favourite sounds leave him and when you found one you liked you kept with it.

Lars was squirming a bit, reaching for you while you played with him. There was a road not far away, people passed by every now and then.

Lars’ moans were getting louder and he knew he shouldn’t, there was only a week left in the challenge and you were leaving. He reached for your hand and shook his head. “I-I can’t.”

You raised a brow at him. “Why not?”

“I-it’s this stupid challenge my friends told me about, I can’t, you know, until the end of the month.” He looked up at you and you couldn’t stop staring at his pretty eyes, plush lips and flushed cheeks.

“That’s stupid.” You said bluntly and kissed him. His arms wrapped around you and he held you close. “If not tonight then when?” You asked, pulling away slightly.

You undid his jeans and pulled him out of his underwear. Lars stared in awe as you started stroking him. You wanted to go slow in case he wanted you to stop but his head fell back and he began to moan again.

“Fuck, go faster.” He groaned, glancing down at his leaky cock in your hand. You sped up your pace, once again looking for that perfect sound. “Fuck, fuck! Fuck, ‘m gonna-ngh-gonna cum.” You kept the same fast pace and watched intently for his pretty, red dick to explode all over him.

Just as his high rocked through his body a car pulled up beside you guys. You put yourself between him and the car and quickly shoved him back in his jeans.

The people in the car next to you knew what you’d done but didn’t say anything and let you both sulk back into Lars’ car.

#metallica x reader #metallica smut #metallica imagines #metallica fanfiction #metallica #lars ulrich #lars ulrich smut #lars ulrich x reader

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years ago

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 || 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

― pairing: therapist!spencer reid x plus size!reader

― summary: you felt like you were staring in an episode of fleabag as you found yourself walking to your therapist office after sleeping with him the night before.

― warnings: therapist!spencer reid, no unbalanced power dynamics, mentioned past sexual activity, referenced desk sex, referenced office sex, office sex, couch sex, praise, heavy kissing, making out, unprotected sex (be safe please!), vaginal sex, rough sex, coming inside, teasing, fluff, fluff at the end, fleabag references because it's a great show go watch it.

― wc: 1337

⋆ a/n: ahhh! it feels so great to be back! i told you guys i would come back with another smut fic, and honestly, this was a great refresher! at first, i wasn't sure if i wanted to go this route, but it's been an idea i've had for a while. i made sure that i wrote it to where i was comfortable with it, and in no way am i encouraging you sleeping with your therapist! this is completely fictional! *this is a repost

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“We’ve danced around each other for long enough, don’t you think?” Were words you hadn’t expected to hear as you sat down in your therapist’s office that afternoon. Sure, you had been dancing around your very inappropriate feelings for him because it was all kinds of wrong, but that kind of seemed to slip your mind as you allowed him to take you right there on his desk, pants shoved down, and lips joined in a searing kiss as he fucked you.

You must admit that session was more effective than the other ones have been. Could you really blame you? C’mon, everyone knew that Spencer Reid was fucking hot, and seriously good at his job, so you knew you were fucked the moment he greeted you with that goofy grin of his. You have been doing significantly better mentally, but who says a little extra help wouldn’t be beneficial?

There was a skip in your step as you made your way to his office, the ache between your legs beginning to subtly creep up on you as you knocked on his door. You could hear a faint ‘Come in!’ before you did, slipping in the room, excitement bubbling in your stomach as you practically ate the man up with your eyes.

“Ah, Miss _______, sit down.” He greeted with a smirk on his face, gesturing to the sofa that you would usually lay on. You knew this was all some part of foreplay, he wouldn’t look at you with this dark, glossed over eyes if it wasn’t. You found your breathing speeding up as he walked over to you, his long frame hanging over yours as he planted his hands on either side of you, gripping onto the back of the couch for leverage. You tilted your head up, desperate for any kind of contact with him as your lips brushed up against his, his breath hitting them.

“What seems to be the problem today?” Spencer asked tauntingly. Your whole body tingled as you answered him, “I’ve been thinking too much since our last session.” His right hand fell to cup the side of your neck, his thumb intimidatingly stroking the side of it as you shivered. “Oh? And what brought this up?” Your hands slid up his chest when you gripped onto his tie, tugging his body farther downwards.

“You.” You whispered before kissing him.

He shared the same amount of vigor before he pulled away from you so that he could switch positions so that he was now the one sitting down. You clambered onto his lap, tangling your fingers in his untamable curly blonde hair, his own keeping a bruising grip on your plush hips so that he could assist you in grinding down on his ever-growing bulge. You whimpered against his lips as his slacks rubbed against your jean covered clit.

“You think you could cum from this?” He heaved, his voice deep and bellowing as he watched you. “Why don’t you find out, Dr. Reid?” You teased with a slow drag of your crotch. He all but growled, shoving your jacket off your shoulders before dropping down to the hem of your shirt, pretty much tearing it off you and throwing it somewhere in his office. He helped you to take off his suit jacket as you rushed to pop open the buttons of his collared shirt, the male loosening his tie and letting it drop to the floor. His bare chest was now open for you to see. You could see some age on his body but nevertheless, he was toned, a pudge in stomach giving his hard body some plushness.

This was the body of a man, a man that you wanted to take care of you, to fuck you. You began to kiss once more before he began to nip your jaw and neck, your head falling back to give him more access to your sensitive skin.

His hands crept to unhook your bra, the cups releasing your breasts for him to cup, feeling the heaviness in his hands as he nipped on the tops of them, listening to the sounds of your blissful whines as he marked up your body. It was like your clothes hid a secret, a wonderful secret that was only between the two of you as you would walk out of his office with your body aching pleasantly.

“Spence..” You mewled, “Can you fuck me please? I need it so badly; I think I might explode.” The last part was meant to be a joke, but you honestly weren’t sure, some truth hiding behind your words as he chuckled against your skin. “So needy,” He tsked, grabbing a handful of your ass and smacking it lightly, “Strip for me then.”

You were quick to stand, shoving down your pants and panties. He lifted his hips so he could slide down his slacks and underwear too, both of you completely bare and vulnerable. You were happy that you remembered to lock the door, mentally patting yourself on the back for your quick thinking.

“How do you want it?” He meant which position. When it came to Spencer, he’d always make sure that you knew that you were in control of everything that was happening around you. “Missionary? I don’t feel like putting too much work in today.” He only rolled his eyes with a smile, but nonetheless stood as well so that you could lay down. “I sure hope you have disinfectant wipe for this couch.” You said playfully, opening your legs so that he could line himself against your opening. “I always come prepared.” And with that, he entered you, the stretch a pleasant pain as heat shot up your spine. Your nails dug into his biceps, a moan exiting you, a groan coming from the doctor.

“Fuck, Spence you can move, please.. I please-“ You were rendered speechless as he moved inside of you, leaning off of your body so that he could lean on the back of his calves, arms wrapped around your large thighs, his palms sinking into the skin of your inner thighs. “So good, so fucking good for me.” He praised, the beat of his thighs marking your flesh. The sting pushed you deeper into pleasure as you grabbed desperately at the leather material below you. You were for sure going to leave streaks, but it didn’t seem to bother you or him.

Your chest heaved, Spencer pulsing deep inside of you as you clenched around him, selfishly sucking him in as if putting him in a trance. “Shit. You keep doing that and this won’t last long.” He grunted, hips stuttering at your squeeze. “I don’t- I don’t care.” You huffed out with a smile. You could feel him glaring at you as you did it again, but all you received was a choked sound from him, rendering him silent. With every bruising drag that he delivered to your g-spot drug you closer to your orgasm, and you knew that he knew too.

“Let’s cum together.” He just nodded, his hair sticking to his forehead, a bead of sweat dribbling down his chest and in between his pecks. Your back felt undeniably sticky as it stuck to the sofa. Yeah, you were going to need to take a spritz shower after this.

Your legs spasmed before your vision went white, the feeling of Spencer emptying inside of you was the only thing keeping you hooked to reality as you had begun to come down from your orgasmic bliss. He pulled out of you gently once he had gone soft. You groaned, looking at him as he searched around his office for a few articles of your clothing. You couldn’t help but let out a little snort at the sight of Spencer’s bare butt on show as he actively avoided the large, open windows.

“Are you making fun of me?” He rasped with a smirk. You just laughed, shaking your head as you sat up.

“I would never, Doc.”

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aranelp · 3 months ago

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I Would *Love* an NSFW alphabet for

Duncan Idaho (dune)

marquis (John wick)

NSFW Alphabet

A/N: It’s looooong very long haha be prepared. Sorry for the delay and if sometimes I didn't write that much, two characters is long haha. Hope you appreciate it ! Forgive my english mistakes dear. ✨✨

Characters : Duncan Idaho (Dune) and The Marquis (John Wick)

Warning NSFW

Duncan Idaho

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Oh good he is so much in care. He will thanks you, giving you lot of hug and ask if you need anything, water ? eat? Whatever you want be sure I will give you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He is really proud of his body, his musculature like he really works hard for it. if you compliment it he will be very happy.

Your thigh, like he really love that, touching it ect. And he also love your handzs tey are so sooooft he he loves it so much.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He prefered to cum on you like breeding kinks, he really love the fact of you caring his childs. And he doesn't want to make a big mess, so prefered in you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to fuck your thight, like having his dick surrounded by your thights. Please let him doing that, because one day he will ask you if he can doing that to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He is not really THAT expirimented but Duncan knows what he is doing and he doesn't hesitate to ask you if everything is alright.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, so he can look all over your body and kiss you. He really do appreciate that he can also whisper and says to you some words.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Clearly not serious, makes somes jokes with you but he will also flirt with you so much. He likes so much to teasing and flirting with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oh he have lot of hairs he is really groomed particulary on his arms and legs. He is like a little bear.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very very intimate, he really do likes to show to you his affections and how much he loves you.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really masturbate himself like alone, he prefered to shared his love for you with you. He will only doing it if it been a moment that you doesn't see each others because he will miss you very much.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like the breeding kinks, it clearly what he want the most, like cuming in you and gives you his semence in the hope that one day you will caring his kids.

L= Location (favorite places to do the do)

His favorite is definitely the bedroom. But you have propably making love with you on other place like the living room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Tell him how much you loved him, and how much you have desire for him and you will be quick in the bed. Sometimes you didi innocent things but for him it feels hot.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Anything that can hurt you more than spanking or choking and nothing with others fluids thant your cum.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

GIVING; he really likes to eat you. Trust his tongue he will gives you pleasure for sure. He didn't mind if you gives him of course but prefered so much to gives.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and

sensual? etc.)

Really depends on the mood, but most of the times he is really slow and sensual with you. Like for him he is making love not fucking you, that's an important difference for him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how

often, etc.)

Not a big fan of quickies, he really prefers to take the time with you. He can doing it only if both of you are really really horny.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No, he doesn't want to take risk or somethings. For him it's intimate and doesn't have to be 'shared'. He likes it on the private place.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Good stamina he can go for 2 rounds. With him one rounds is approximatively 30 minutes or an hour.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He actually didn't have toys he is not familiar with them, but if you ask him to add this in your sexuality he will not say no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He really likes to tease you but not too much. Like it's a little game for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is very loud, he moans and gruns a lot. He wants to make sure that you know how much he loves you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the

character)

Duncan do really like the idea of you wearing something of his, like a shirt of somethings. He finds it very sexy and hot that how much it's oversize for you.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Like he is not that much long but big, but clearly more than the average.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like pretty good, he is not horny like everytime but he will love to makes out with you like two times in the week minimum.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)

He will waits that you fall asleep and after he will go to sleep too.

The marquis

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He will make sure that you feel good and comfortable. Of course a hug and some kisses. Put some of your hairs behind your ear and whispering you some words of love.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

YOUR ASS. Driving him crazy. Like if you walk in front of him he will looks a lot… A LOT. So he likes touching it, squeeze it.

And he really also like a lot your hands. He likes holding it and kissing, it’s maybe a romantic side of him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Obviously he likes to cum in you but je really do like a lot to cum on you. He doesn’t care if it can be a mess. He really love the views to you and his cum on your beautiful body.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

D.o.mi.n.a.t.e him, he wants to knows how it feels. Like every time he id dominant, possessive but in the bed he want to explore another things. And play says to him naughty things, in the bed or not. He fucking like that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I think he have some experiences, so you cant count on him for that. He knows and understands quickly how to give you pleasure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle for sure. He god he loves see your ass move because of his backstroke. He will takes gentle your hairs into one of his hands, pulling them a little bit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Most of the timed he is serious in the moment, but well he wouldn’t mind from some jokes in the bed. But this is not very often.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is not really groomed, he just have groomed under his belly and around his manhood. But that is not messy, he didn’t want his groomed to be messy right here.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like despite what he represents, with you he is very romantic. The french romantism. But despite some romantic affections he wan be rough in the bed. Even if he degrades you, being rough ect… He is still that romantic. But if you ask it he can be more gentle and romantic in the bed.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sometimes he is far from you but he is still horny, he wants you. So he will tell you like texting you how much he wants you and start to masturbate himself while exchanging horny text with you. ++ if you sense him intimate pictures. He will cum and thinks how much he would like to having you with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Mirrors. Oh god he likes that. He can see you in many angle as he fucks you. He fucking love that, so a pleasant view for him.

L= Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed and sofa for sure. But you have probably fucked on every surface of his place and yours

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you have lingering on you, or having a big tee-shirt and juste under a little culotte. Oh you can be sure that it will turning him on. Like he will watching you with a hungry looks, even if you not doing something, you just walk ? Be sure he wills looking at you, your butt, your thigh. He can’t watch something else.

Talk naughty to himmmmm. He likes that so much, you being very naughty, saying to him how much you want him. And he is quickly yours to makes you scream his name.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Not hurting you, no blood or things like that. He can be rough but never want that. I will refuse.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving, he really like having you on your knees, his dick in your mouth and looking at him. Feeling how good your mouth taste, your hands on his balls. Oh damn he loves thats. Seeing your face like that while gently caressing your hairs. And the fact that he can receive in so many different places, he enjoys it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and

sensual? etc.)

Rough most of the times, but slow. He gives a big coup of hips but he is slowly he will just accelerate to his own pleasure. He really like to feel all of you, your inside, arounds his dick. And he really wants to push it as deep as he can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how

often, etc.)

Like he is not completely against that. Sometimes he will doing somes quickies. Bit he still prefers to not be. So he will giving your oral and receive a blowjobs. He preferes theses things to did for quickies. Or just if both of you are really horny he will kiss you deeply, see how much you are wet and put quickly his dick inside you, he wills ruins you faster, giving you quick and deep coup on your insides.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn’t really care about risks. He didn’t really have experiment that but if he have with you an opportunity he wouldn’t minds. If you are a little more worried he will says "we don’t care if people seeing us. They just have to looked away". In reality he will makes sure that you are okay to experiment that with him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Like in fact he have a good stamina, he cant stay for a very long time with you. He is little bit wild. He can go for 3-4 rounds if he is really

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He have a vibrator that he buy for you. So he clearly don't mind to used it on you when you are making loves, he do anything to add pleasure for you. He did'nt have toy from him and didn't really want one.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves teasing you, most of the times. He is a real teaser, so I will continue until you beggin him to touch you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is loud yeah, he will moans on your ear. He won't stop to making sounds and says to you dirty talk. Sometimes he do his best to stop making sounds just to heard you. Because he really likes that.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the

character)

Seeing you in lingerie is so much a turning on for him. He can't looks away from you. he loves so much your body, your shapes. Your body is so perfefct for him.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

It's more large than the average. So yeah long but not htat much girthy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High sex drives, not his fault you are so hot for him. He is very horny for you. Maybe like 3-4 in a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)

Waits you for falling asleep, he is a softie. And when you will fall asleep he will waits a little before sleeps too.

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yuckydraws · 1 year ago

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A lil oneshot that I'm thinking might become the start of an ongoing fic? We'll see.

Pairing: (HT Sans/reader) with hints of (UT Papyrus/reader)

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Build Up My Heart

It’s fucking hot.

You wipe the sweat off your brow and sigh, looking at all the work you and your team accomplished today. You’ve finally finished the framing for the guest house this family of… rather odd skeletons, have hired you to build. And you understand why.

This already large, cabin-like home is practically overflowing with them.

In your time here, you’ve counted at least twelve.

Twelve people. In one home that, yes, is large, but can’t hold more than maybe five or six bedrooms.

It’s a wonder they haven’t ripped each other’s heads off - you’ve overheard a fight or two when you’ve taken your lunch on the lawn… and man do some of them argue.

When you first started working here, you swore you were going crazy. Almost every time you saw one of them it was one you’ve never seen/met before. Yet they all seem to look alike in some way, though you’ve kept that to yourself. Maybe that’s just how it is for skeleton monsters, who are you to say something ignorant like that?

Sans and Papyrus, the two skeletons you’ve spoken with the most, have been patient with every setback this project has had, though you can almost see the exhaustion in their sockets every time they pop over to talk progress. Makes you wonder if they’re the “peacekeepers” of the home.

But, then again, you suppose you shouldn’t be wondering too much. You’re just here to work, get the job done, and eventually move on to the next. Which will likely be another cookie cutter house in a subdivision.

… you’ll admit, though, that you’re going to miss seeing some of the wacky things they do.

And seeing that absolutely gorgeous garden of theirs.

It’s basically your dream. It packs an impressive variety of fruits and vegetables all neatly growing in raised garden beds. Marigolds are scattered about, likely to keep pests away, and there’s much more flowers where that came from - all of which look happy and content if their blooms are anything to go by. Whoever planned the garden, took convenience into account as well. An array of herbs grow right behind the decorative arch to the entrance of the garden. Just in case anyone just needs to grab a quick little something for a recipe.

Stars, you’d love to trade your apartment windowsill, grown out of an old milk jug, herbs for a lovely stroll to this garden. Who wouldn’t?

It also has a line of fruit trees lining the north side of the garden, likely so as not to block the sunshine. Whether those were here when they purchased the land and they planned the garden around it, or not, you wouldn’t doubt that whoever planned this garden would have the foresight for that.

Currently, ripe peaches hang from one tree, and apple blossoms grow on another. Makes you wonder what the other two trees produce, but they must not be in season at the moment with their bareness.

As if all that wasn’t enough, they also topped off this garden with strewn lights, stone pathways, and goofy gnomes.

A garden like this looks like a full time job, yet you’ve never seen who tends to it. You’ve seen some of the household members pick from it, but never who makes sure the weeds stay away, or who manages the more sensitive plants.

You wonder who it is.

“Hey, didn’t ya hear?” A voice calls you from your thoughts. You pry your gaze away from the garden and meet your coworker’s gaze. “It’s quittin’ time.”

“Yeah, I heard.” You confirm, slipping your gloves off. Not that those gloves protect your hands from the rough calluses littering your palms, but they do help them feel less sore at the end of the day. “The boss wants me to meet with those skeletons to go over the next step.” You thank whatever is up there that you actually have an excuse for your daydreaming this time.

“Right, I forgot that you’re a bigwig supervisor now.” He teases. You roll your eyes, that title hardly means anything yet. “Well, we’re all meetin’ at Al’s for drinks, if ya wanna join later.”

You would rather not.

“We’ll see, thanks Ron.” You neither accept nor decline. He gives somewhat of a salute before slipping away with the rest of the bunch.

Slipping your hardhat off, you await the arrival of your boss, scrolling on your phone in the meantime. It’s not long until you hear the rumble of his truck pulling up, and you quickly pocket the device in your hands.

Out hops Ted, clipboard in hand and that aggravating smile on his face.

He’s nice enough, but something about him has always felt a little fake. However, playing nice with the boss was what got you this promotion, so you’re not about to jeopardize that now. Waving you over, he greets the skeleton brothers who approach him rather quickly. Must have been waiting just like you. Eager wouldn’t begin to explain how much they want this project to move along.

You catch the tail end of greetings, shaking both Sans and Papyrus’ hands as you’re formally introduced (though, you’ve already had multiple conversations with them while working). Your boss cracks some jokes that you half laugh along to, before he finally gets down to business. Listening intently, and chiming in when necessary, you learn what you already knew. Plumbing, HVAC, electrical, etc. needs to happen before you and your team can continue. It’ll be contracted out, yadda yadda yadda.

Just as you’re beginning to think you have no reason to be a part of this conversation, it’s… over. Yeah that was a waste of a half hour, though you suppose you may be giving clients this talk at some point so it’s likely important to hear.

Ted wraps things up, shakes their hands again, and takes his leave. Sans slips away after that, claiming that he has something that he needs to get back to. You almost follow and take your leave as well, but Papyrus, who’s always been more social, gets you pausing.

“WELL, HUMAN, I SUPPOSE WE WON’T BE SEEING YOU FOR A LITTLE BIT.” He says. You’ve long since gotten used to his loud voice. You smile.

“Gonna miss me that bad?” You tease. Oddly enough, a light flush of orange rises to his cheekbones. Interesting

“W-Well… I ALWAYS ENJOY OUR TALKS WHEN I BRING OUT WATER.” He blurts. Ah, yes, the water. Ultimately unneeded, but very much appreciated.

“It’ll be a few weeks, at most.” You remind him. He beams at that.

“YES, I SUPPOSE YOU’RE RIGHT.” He agrees. It warms your heart that he seems to care even that much. It’s not often homeowners even talk to you and your crew, let alone be as kind as Papyrus has been. “WELL, YOU’VE HAD A LONG DAY, I WON’T KEEP YOU.”

You check your watch and wince.

“Yeahhh… I still got to run to the store to get some tomatoes for this recipe I’m making, so I should-”

“WE HAVE TOMATOES!” Papyrus all but blurts. You blink up at him. That orange flush is back.

Huh.

“We U-Uh… WE HAVE THAT GARDEN, I’M SURE YOU’VE SEEN IT!” You tilt your head at his words, not wanting to assume where he’s going with this - he is a client after all. “WE HAVE PLENTY, YOU SHOULD PICK SOME AND SAVE YOURSELF A TRIP.”

At any other jobsite, you’d have quickly refused… but something about his hopeful smile and genuinity of the offer has you softening like butter. Plus… you’d get to see that beautiful garden up close.

“You sure? I don’t want to overstep…”

“POSITIVE! I THINK BEAR IS IN THE GARDEN RIGHT NOW, HE COULD SHOW YOU WHERE THEY’RE PLANTED!”

“Bear?” You ask, wracking your brain for which skeleton he’s referring to. You haven’t been introduced to many of them.

“YOU HAVEN’T MET HIM.” Papyrus says with absolute certainty. “HE AVOIDS TENDING TO IT WHEN YOU GUYS ARE HERE WORKING.”

Oh.

“Well, are you sure he’ll want me wandering in there, then?”

“OH, I’M SURE HE’LL BE ALRIGHT WITH IT, HE JUST… HAS TROUBLE SOCIALLY. HE’S NICE, THOUGH.”

You hesitate. This Bear obviously enjoys gardening in the peace and quiet, who are you to interrupt that? However… it’s nearing 7pm and you’re ravenous. A trip to the store sounds like torture.

As if sensing your dilemma, Papyrus pivots, placing a hand on your shoulder and urges you back around the house. “I’LL GO WITH YOU, TO ASSURE YOU ALL IS WELL.” You just nod and follow along, both because it feels like nothing you do will change his mind, and because of your selfish desire to just get done with this day sooner.

Your workboots sink into the plush clover lawn as you both make your way across the backyard to the garden. Your eyes are captured once again, by said garden, and you almost don’t notice the rather large skeleton tending to the flowerbeds in towards the front until Papyrus speaks from across the short fencing.

“BEAR, IS IT ALRIGHT IF MY FRIEND HERE PICKS SOME TOMATOES?”

You look to where Papyrus is speaking, and the first thing you see is the gaping hole in this skeleton’s head.

Holyfuckisheokay?? How-

You look to Papyrus in concern, but see him just… smiling down at you? Confused, you look back to this skeleton, crouched behind a garden bed and lock eyes (eye?) with the bloated, bright red eye-light filling the socket that isn’t scarred from his head wound. You… can’t tell what he’s thinking, with that blank expression of his.

But seeing as this is apparently normal for him, you’re now worried you’ve offended the guy.

Maybe magic helps monsters survive the seemingly unsurvivable? It’s not like he has any internal organs in his skull… maybe that’s why-

You’re pulled from your thoughts as this apparent behemoth stands up.

Oh.

Oh my.

You’re beginning to understand why he’s called ‘Bear’. He’s certainly a bear in every sense of the word. Large, imposing, intimidating… and did you mention huge?? Now, you aren’t small. You’ve kept up in construction for almost a decade now and it shows… but you still feel like a twig, craning your neck to look up at him.

However, the dirt covered overalls he’s wearing, definitely takes away from some of his initial intimidating demeanor.

“... sure.” He rumbles, blank expression still giving no clue to where his mind is.

Holy fucking baritone-

Papyrus pats you on the back and beams at Bear.

“THANK YOU! I’M GOING TO START ON DINNER, OKAY?” You numbly nod, trying to force your thoughts away from where they want to go. “SEE YOU IN A FEW WEEKS, HUMAN!” Tearing your eyes away from Bear, you wave back to Papyrus and watch him retreat into the home. You wait until he’s inside to take in what you hope is a subtle deep breath.

You about leap into the air, when you turn around and find Bear right behind you, at the entrance of the garden. Clutching your chest, you remind yourself to relax. How’d he get there? And so quietly, too…

And you swear you see this giant quirk the smallest of smiles at your jumpiness.

He thinks he’s funny, huh? Asshole.

You stare up at him, flushing and definitely not pouting. “Ah, uh, thanks for letting me steal some tomatoes, you’re saving me a trip to the store.” You decide to be polite. After all, you were the one to gawk first, perhaps you deserved a bit of payback.

He just grunts.

And you both just… stand there. After a few moments of silence, you speak up.

“So… where are they?” You inquire, glancing around at what you can see of the garden, but it’s hard when you have a seven foot wall of solid skele-man right in front of you.

“where are… what?” He asks.

You tilt your head. He just said…

“The tomatoes?” You try, maybe he spaced out when Papyrus asked him if it was okay… and when you just mentioned them a second ago?

He seems to recall something, if the twitch of his bone brows are to say much. Nodding, he turns and lumbers through the rows of flowerbeds. Assuming that’s an invitation for you to follow, you rush to fall into step behind him and his large strides… but, you quickly fall behind as you start to admire the garden’s beauty up close. Your steps slow as you stroll past the growing cauliflower plants. These can be incredibly hard to grow… how did he…?

You gingerly touch one of the leaves, and look up to Bear, who’s stopped and turned to look at what’s keeping you.

“How do you get these to grow so well?” You ask, smiling excitedly at him. He blinks, large shoulders relaxing a bit, as if he was expecting you to ask something else.

He reaches into his overall pocket, and slips out what looks like a very well-loved notebook. You watch curiously, but patiently as he opens it and flips through it. You’re unsure what the notebook has to do with his answer but you’re willing to wait and find out.

He pauses on a page and looks back to you, seeming to ponder something before deciding ‘fuck it’, as he approaches you and hands the book to you. It’s got various dirt stains, and some pages have been taped back in where they’ve come loose, so you treat it with care as you take it from his grasp. And there, on the page you see notes in small, neat handwriting. Research notes, with drawings and everything. The topic being the little cauliflower plant you’re standing next to.

Some of it seems to just be information taken from the internet and put in short form, while others seems to be from actual trial and error. You skim his writing, noticing that he’s scratched some things out but towards the end, he seems to have figured out the perfect schedule for the plant to thrive.

You’re tempted to flip through the book and read more, but you refrain. That seems like an invasion of privacy.

“Wow, that’s really cool that you go as far to take all these notes. You must really enjoy this, huh?” You ask, handing it back to him. He stares at it in his hands for a moment, before putting it back in his pocket.

He just nods.

“Not much of a talker?” You tease lightheartedly, trying to see if you can get any sort of… anything out of this guy other than blank staring and slightly intimidating silence.

He shrugs, and turns back around, leading you again.

But you’re not done.

“You’ve really built something beautiful here, ya know?” You continue. He just keeps walking. “This is amazing! It could almost be considered a small farm! Though, I guess with all your housemates to feed, it’s just a garden, huh?”

Still no answer, but you swear he starts walking a little faster if the way you have to almost jog to keep up is anything to go by.

“The flowers too? Man, this must be a full time job that, I’ll be honest, I’m a little jealous of! I’d be in here all day if I was able to! This is absolutely gorgeous, Bear! Do you take care of this all by yourself? You really have a talent, I hope you know that.”

Suddenly Bear stops, leaving you to walk right into his back… which given his height means you faceplant right into his spine. He barely budges, yet the force of it knocks you on your butt. You grunt and rub at your smarting nose. Damn, this dude is solid.

His red light stares down at you, from the corner of his good socket. He doesn’t apologize, or offer you a hand, just simply points to the tomato plant in front of him.

“... tomato.” He mutters, then takes his leave, stepping over your sprawled legs and heading back to the flower bed he was working on.

… huh, you could’ve sworn, you saw the faintest hints of blue on his cheekbones.

Chuckling to yourself, and once again, thinking that these skeletons are silly, you pick yourself up and dust off your pants. Not that. You really need to dust off your already dirty work clothes, but it feels right.

You lean over the tomato plants in question, finding quite a little variety in the garden bed. Roma, cherry, black krim, campari - and those are just the ones you can name. Dinner in this house must be full of all the most delicious, fresh produce.

Once again, you’re a little jealous.

You pick a few ripe and tasty looking romas, and call it good. While you’d love to experiment with some of the others, this was a kind offer from a friend and given to you by an acquaintance, you’re not about to take advantage of either of them. Holding your goods protectively to you, you wander back to the entrance of the garden, where Bear is once again knelt in front of one of the flowerbeds, tugging at some stubborn looking weeds.

He glances at you as you approach him. You hold up your three tomatoes and grin at him. “Thank you for these, you saved me a trip to the store!” A nod is all you get. “And… speaking of the store, I feel bad just taking these, I have cash?”

That gets him to fully turn his skull to look at you, and you take that as a yes.

“This is about a pound, I’d say, so how about I just give you an even $5?” You offer. Yet again, he just stares.

“... I mean I can look up how much it is at the store or you can give me a price too, if you’d rather…” You ramble, feeling a little awkward under that stare of his. You just met the guy today, and he’s proving to be extremely hard to read.

You’re about to just reach into your pocket and pull out a $10 (way too much, but you’d pay anything to get out of this awkward silence), when your stomach growls rather loudly. His stare moves to your belly.

“Ah, uh, yeah it’s dinner time, huh?” You try to joke it off. His light flits back to your face, and finally, he just waves you off.

“... You don’t want money?” You ask tentatively. He shakes his head.

“... go home.” He rumbles, yet his tone isn’t rude, “go eat.” He adds. Your shoulders release tension you didn’t even quite realize was there and the awkwardness finally fading, and you offer him a grateful smile.

“Thank you, it’s been a long day. I really appreciate it.”

He hums.

“... and I hope you know you don’t have to wait until our team leaves to tend to your garden. This is your home, we’re just working here.”

He raises a skele-brow at your words, looking unimpressed as he gestures to the sizable hole in his skull. You hold back a wince as you remember your reaction. You know the guys you work with, and you also know that your reaction is probably going to be the most tame one he gets.

“Right… I uh, I’m really sorry for how I reacted, I thought it was a recent injury and I was worried you needed an ambulance or something cause humans can’t survive something like that, but that was really insensitive.” You murmur. His stare seems to slightly soften at that, but you barely notice that as an idea pops in your brain. Instantly, you brighten. “Wait here! I’ve got an idea, I will be right back!”

And with that, you start a careful jog to your old, beat up truck - not wanting to drop your precious produce. Once there, you deposit your small bounty into your upside down hardhat to keep them from rolling around, and then pop open your rather dirt-covered glove department. You’ve never really found the point in cleaning your truck that often when you just dirty it everyday after work. Digging through the mess of papers there, your hands find that knit fabric they were looking for.

“Ah hah!” You exclaim excitedly, closing your vehicle’s door and rushing back around the house to the garden that you left Bear at. He’s since moved on to a different flowerbed, but no amount of kneeling would hide that big frame of his and he’s rather easy to spot because of it.

Hearing the crunches on your loud footsteps in the gravel, he turns, seeming a little surprised that you actually came back.

You hold up the beanie in your hand, grinning at him as you let him connect the dots, it was one of your first crochet projects… and you misread the amount of links you’d need for it, resulting in a beanie that was ridiculously large for your head. You had meant to toss it or take it apart for the yarn, but it found its way into your glove department, and that’s where it’s stayed for almost a year.

However, it seems to be the perfect size for this skeleton giant in front of you.

“Wanna see if it fits?” You ask, stepping closer. In your excitement, you don’t connect the dots that his skull might be a no-touching zone, and reach to slip it on. He quickly leans away from you, eyeing the beanie warily.

“Oh, right. Sorry, here.” You hold it out in an offer. He hesitantly takes it, staring at it for a long moment before glancing up to you. “It’ll stretch, if you’re worried about it catching those edges.” You assure him, not sure how sensitive the area around his injury is, but figuring it’s better safe than sorry.

After a few more moments of silence (that are beginning to feel a little less awkward), he slowly and carefully slips the beanie on his skull. He makes sure to stretch it and hold it a little ways away on his injured side of his skull, and soon it’s sitting nicely on his head.

A perfect fit.

“There! Now it’s hidden!” You say. He tilts his head. “I know it’s not fair that you can’t just waltz out here in broad daylight while we’re here without worrying about feeling judged, but it’s also not fair to have to hole yourself inside and wait until we leave to do your thing. I mean, it’s almost dark and you’ve got a lot more to do, and these string lights only illuminate so much.” You explain.

He nods, slipping it off and moving to hand it back to you, as if he’s not aware it’s a gift.

“Keep it, think of this as a trade for the yummy tomatoes! Plus, I think you look cute in it.” You say, smiling again as you see the slight blue return to his face. “If you decide you don’t like it, feel free to do whatever you’d like with it, it’s not like it’ll fit my head anyways.” You say with a little laugh.

A low rumbling noise escapes Bear. You tilt your head, and it doesn’t click until you see the smile on his face and his shoulders bouncing slightly. He’s chuckling at you.

You ignore the growing warmth on your face at hearing more of that very attractive voice of his, and let out a few little giggles of your own, closing your eyes as you do.

So, you’re none the wiser when Bear slips the beanie off of his head and moves closer to you in that silent way he does. It’s not until he plops the article onto you that you sputter and open your eyes, only to be met with your lashes brushing against the yarn and your vision being hindered by the way the beanie practically reaches the bottom of your nose. Reaching up, you lift it up and find Bear grinning at you.

“... no, it doesn’t… does it?”

He’s making fun of you. Again.

Jokingly pouting, you slip it off and toss it back at him, where it bounces off his chest harmlessly and falls into his lap. He guffaws at that, his little chuckles turning into a deep belly laughter.

It’s infectious, and soon, you’re joining in again.

It’s not until your stomach makes your hunger loudly well known again, that he sobers, looking serious once again.

“... you need… to eat.” He reminds you.

You smile sheepishly, and try not to be too disappointed at having to leave. You were just getting him outta his shell a bit!

“Yeah, I do. Your dinner will be ready soon, too, I bet.” You say, shifting your weight on your feet as you stall just a moment longer. “I uh, hope to see more of you.”

He just stares again, but there’s a sharpness missing in his light.

“Goodnight, Bear.” You say, pivoting to take your leave. He doesn’t say anything right away, and you just assume he won’t, given what you’ve learned about him today.

But as you start to walk back to your truck, you hear a quiet, “goodnight.” from Bear. You smile again, turning to give him a little wave that you don’t see if he returns as you round the corner of the house.

#yucky writes #yucky yaks #oneshot #drabble #but not really #undertale #ut papyrus #papyrus #horrortale #ht sans #bear #papyrus/reader #htsans/reader #if i do make this an ongoing fic it'll be a reverse harem #i deffo have ideas but I still gotta actually ya know. plan a plot if it's gonna be ongoing so we'll see!

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issie-https · 2 years ago

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A-Z Headcanons

Slash X Reader Headcanons

A/n: Istg, I’m gonna rip my uterus OUT! Anyways, enjoy this😋 Also, lmk what you think about the handkerchief thing🫣

Word count: 1059

Warnings: Smut through and through!

Masterlist

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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Angel. "Do you want me to rub your back?", "Do you want me to run a bath?", "Do you want to cuddle?", "Do you need anything?". He cares so much. I'm calling it now, him and Steven are the best at aftercare. Especially if he's been a bit rough with you.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

He loves his hair and his hands(who doesn't?!). He knows his hair is perfect. And he loves his hands because they make his two favourite things make amazing sounds. His two favourite things being you and his guitar(duh).

His favourite thing about you is your mouth and your ass. He's 10000% an ass man. He smacks your ass every time you walk past him. As for your mouth, he loves to kiss your lips, ruin your lipstick and he loves when you suck him off. Just sayin'.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

King of Cum-land. He loves to cum on your face and make you clean it up. He also loves to cum in you and eat it out of you.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

It's a secret for both of you but he loves to take pictures of you both fucking or you fucking yourself and he takes them with him in his wallet or whatever and looks at them when he misses you on tour. You also have a little secret Slash stash in your bedside draw and girl, they're a werk of arttt!

E - Experience (how experienced are they)

Expert level shit. He's experienced but kind of immediately like if you lost your virginity together, you'd think he was lying and had been fucking for ages. But he's just naturally a sex god.

F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)

Cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. He likes to see you on top , riding him until he has to thrust up into you because you're so fucked out. He loves to look at your face but doesn't want to be stuck in missionary for the rest of his life. Also mentioned in K & W why.

G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)

He loves to keep it serious or sweet but jokes will be cracked every once in a while.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

Keeps it classy. Trimmed but not shaven at all. 100% matches his hair, dark and curly.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Depends on his mood. If he wants to fuck you deep and sweet, he will. If he wants to fuck you deep and rough, he will.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He loves to masturbate and cum on you just to make you clean it up. As mentioned before, he loves to cum in your mouth or on your face or lips. If it’s just a quick one while he’s on tour and away from you, you’re the only thing on his mind.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM, S&M, Bondage, blindfolds, breeding, dirty talk & more. Okay, straight into it. Regarding the BDSM & S&M, I did some research and he wears a black handkerchief on the left. Which means he's into S&M AND he's a bottom. Whether he does it ironically or unironically, I'm rolling with it. Tie him up, fuck him senseless. He loves it all, ig.

L - Location (favorite place to do the do)

Bed or kitchen. He loves to bend you over the worktop and bury himself deep inside you. With the bed, it allows for more free play and more of his kinky shit.

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

Anything and everything. Teasing each other is a big turn on.

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

I don't think there's much he wouldn't do but permanently marking you would make him feel like a bad boyfriend/Fiancé/husband.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)

This mannnnnn! UGH! Your pussy is like a delicacy to him. He eats you out like a starved man. He also loves when you suck him off but prefers to eat you out.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)

Fast and sensual if that makes sense. On special occasions, he can be slow and soft but almost always he loves it hard and rough.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

Depends on his mood. If he's too tired to go a full round, you're getting a quick sesh.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment)

Yeah, definitely. He loves to experiment with you and see what gets you going more or less.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

All day & all night. 24/7. Constant. He loves being in you in anyway possible.

T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Y.E.S!!! He has a little of almost everything but specifically blindfolds, vibrators and cuffs.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

King of the tease. He loves to fuck you until you're screaming for him to let you cum.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

Depends. Majority of the time, it's a groan, whimper or low moan. However, he loves for you to get vocal so have some throat sweets on standby bcos you’re gonna loose your voice xoxo

W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)

Back on the S&M thing. When he first told you, you were a bit surprised because he's Slash, he comes off as a top but when he told you he likes to be on the bottom, you took a second to let it sink in, then got on top of him and fucked him until the cows came home.

X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)

He's got size and girth, hunny. 6-8 inches, nice and thick, slight curve. It's not unbearable but it's enough to wind you.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Horny most of the time but he's just that way🤷‍♀️

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

Waits until you're asleep and taken care of and then settles down for the night.

#slash gnr #guns n roses #slash imagine #slash gnr imagine #axl gnr #duff gnr #gnr #izzy gnr #izzy stradlin imagine #steven gnr #axl rose imagine #duff mckagan imagine

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jeonjaemark · 2 years ago

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I carefully place my laptop on the island behind me while preparing the rest of the vegetables for dinner. Jihyo slides back into the frame of Facetime, fixing a few strands of hair. For the past two hours, we have jumped around different topics. From Jihyo updating me on the manufacture and the products for the website to her teasing me about whether or not she will be on a flight to Korea with Momo in the next few days. I gave her some updates about Jia and me. It wasn't that interesting since we were at the apartment most of the time. It's a lot of work, energy, and time taking Jia out for the day or even a few hours. In those rare moments when I did go out with Jia, it was always somewhere she could burn off all of her energy.

"Dada! Dada!" Jia coos, holding up her tablet and running into my leg.

"Dada will be here later tonight, Jia. He can't talk right now because he is working." I tell her, peeling the carrots. She pouts her lips in disappointment then suddenly her screen lights up with DK's photo calling her.

Jia taps the green button answering the Facetime request. It takes only a few seconds for the video to connect and focus. Her eyes wandered around the screen, waiting for DK's face to appear. A warm hyper voice echoes from the other end of the screen. His face and Jia's brighten up the moment they see each other.

"Dada! Dada!" Jia smiles, waving her hand.

"Hi, Baby. I am sorry I missed your call earlier." He says, placing his phone somewhere. "I was busy recording today. Tell Mommy I might be coming to dinner a little late."

"You do know Jia is still learning to speak full sentences, right?" I raised an eyebrow at him, moving into the frame with Jia. "Also you can text me you're going to be late tonight."

A smug smile forms on DK's lips leaning closer to the screen, "And my day just got even better."

"You're flirty words didn't work before, and they're not working on me now."

"If it's not working then why are you blushing." He points out.

I quickly touch my cheeks, feeling the warmth against my fingertips. Internally I smack myself from annoyance. I hated how much DK’s words did affect me. DK's smile widens, knowing he was right, and I roll my eyes. "Jia, go take your iPad into the other room while I start dinner."

"I'll see you later, Sinta. I am bringing home a bottle of wine, by the way." DK shouts before Jia leaves the kitchen. "So don't open anything new."

I giggle, shaking my head at him, and turn back around to the counter. I wash off the vegetables and place them on the towel in front of me. My mind drifts back between DK and trying to remember what I was doing prior. Shit. My laptop. Jihyo. I turn back facing the island when I notice a teasing grin on her lips. Her body relaxes leaning against the couch in her apartment. Something sparkles in her brown eyes and it was taunting me as if she knew something I didn’t.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" My voice filled with suspicion.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that question, Sinta." She teases.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I grab the two freshly clean carrots cutting them into fours.

"So we are going to pretend that you haven't been happier than usual these last few days or weeks. And since when did he start calling you Sinta again? That means Darling, right?"

"Also that DK is the reason behind that goofy smile and blushing cheeks.” Momo chimes in taking a seat next to Jihyo.

I furrow my eyebrows at her words. Maybe Jihyo and Momo are right. Maybe I have been happier lately but I am not willing to admit it yet. If I admitted that DK is the reason behind my happiness, they won’t let me breathe without rubbing it in my face that they were right. I would rather they find out that I low key started seeing DK in a romantic way when they flew out. At least they will be able to piece it more together and don’t need me to confirm it for them.

"So when are you flying out?" I asked.

“I told you she would try to change the subject if we straight up asked her.” Momo hissed looking back at Jihyo.

“We are leaving in a few days. Now how often does DK spend at the apartment you’re staying at? Has he officially moved in?”

“I am happy I finally get to see you girls after almost two months.”

“We are happy too. I am excited to snuggle with my baby Jia again.” Jihyo smiles.

“We will be more than happy to babysit her while you and DK go out on a romantic date since you’ve gotten serious.”

“DK and I actually rescheduled our date to next week instead since —”

“So you are officially dating DK!” Momo spat in victory.

“Can you guys please drop this? I won't confirm or deny it.” I groan placing the knife down before I could hurt myself. “I understand you guys want to know but you'll just have to wait and see it for yourself.”

“Y/N, I am sorry if it seems like we are pushing the topic. We just like seeing you this happy. It's been a while since we've seen you glowing like this.” Mom smirks.

“It’s okay. I know you guys want the best for me but honestly I still feel scared about this whole thing with him. I am still learning to trust him, me and us.”

“Y/N, you know we’ll always be in your corner. We are rooting for your fairytale ending with DK. He is a good person and an amazing dad to Jia. We can see that he makes you really happy and takes care of both of you. That’s all we want.” Jihyo flashes me an apologetic warm smile.

“Thank you. I love you guys.” I smirk continuing to cut the vegetables.

“So has DK actually taken you out on a date since you guys became official?”

“Momo!” Jihyo and I shout staring at her.

“What?” She throws her hands up in defense.

We both laugh shaking our heads at her.

“I really can’t wait for you guys to arrive in Korea.”

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Title: We were mint to be Pairing: Richard Z. Kruspe / Paul Landers Presentee:@krispy-kruspe Prompt: Candy Cane Kisses Warnings/Tags: just fluff | Kisses | getting together Word Count: 2.299 Summary: Richard makes the mistake of buying candy canes in different flavors. Paul has an idea how to share them. Read on AO3: here

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“I still don’t understand why we bought all of this,” Paul says, when he walks into the kitchen with the last bag in his hands. Richard whistles to himself, while he puts the groceries away.

“I told you, we wanna celebrate our Christmas party with some good food this year. I feel like we kinda deserve that after that much work we had this year,” Richard answers and he can’t even stop smiling. He knows that soon enough all the others would arrive too. Till had already texted him that he’s on his way and would just make a quick stop at Flake’s house. Ollie and Chris should arrive in maybe an hour or so.

Richard had forced Paul to help him though.

“And a lot of food is good for a party at least,” Paul says, still sounding so wary when he eyes all those bags. Normally he would be all over the food already, but it seems like he wants to wait this time.

“It’s always good, especially because I know someone’s stomach is already growling,” Richard teases and pokes Paul in the stomach with his wooden spoon. Paul chuckles loudly and tries to escape his faith.

“I love it cause it’s your food,” Paul says and Richard’s heart stops.

For a moment they are just staring at each other. Richard can’t help but wish that he could lean closer and just kiss Paul. Richard doesn’t know when his stupid crush had even started. He’s missing his kisses already, the tour has been over for a few months now.

Richard knows something between them had changed during all those kisses but they didn’t really talk about it, so Richard isn’t sure where they stand. At least he could finally admit to himself how much he loves Paul. Alone that had taken him years. He knows Till is still laughing about that.

“Thank you,” Richard whispers back.

“Now that you got your compliment, why don’t you make me something special then? Before the others will be here,” Paul says and he even winks so badly at Richard. It almost feels like they’re flirting again, Richard is never really sure with him. Paul is just someone who loves to flirt with everyone.

Richard wishes flirting with him would actually mean something.

“Okay what do you want?” Richard asks, even though he is still putting the groceries away. They sure did buy a lot of shit. It probably had been Paul who had put all the sweets in the bag when Richard hadn’t been looking. Richard eyes the chocolate next to him.

“Burgers,” Paul says, because that is always his answer. Richard shakes his head, laughing.

“No way. We could bake cookies, hm? That could be a lot of fun,” Richard says and he’s sure in his little cookbook are some recipes for cookies as well. Maybe they still have flour and sugar left.

“That takes way too long,” Paul whines and Richard snorts. He can be such a big baby sometimes. Not that Richard would ever complain about that. He likes that he’s allowed to see Paul in such a goofy mood.

“Then eat some sweets. Dinner will at least take another three hours. Oh wait, I got something really cool!” Richard says and turns around to search for something in another bag. He takes out two candy canes and grins widely.

“Look at this! I loved them as a kid and I bet they’re still just as good. I didn’t have one in ages,” Richard says and gives one towards Paul who looks a bit confused at first.

“Shit I missed those! Can’t remember the last time I had one,” Paul says and before Richard can even answer he honestly sucks on the candy cane. Richard pulls at his collar, for some reason the kitchen turned really hot in just two seconds.

Richard looks at the stove for a moment, but it’s still off.

“You uh… but you don’t have to make it so sexual,” Richard stutters out and Paul fucking smirks at him.

“Well I know that I don’t have to,” Paul says and licks a long stripe over his candy cane. Richard feels like his whole face is on fire and he has to look away, otherwise he knows something bad would happen.

“Okay,” Richard mumbles, not sure what to do. At least he understands now, that they’re really flirting and while Richard loves to flirt, with Paul he turns so damn shy each time.

He really doesn’t want to fuck this up.

Richard carefully nibbles a bit on his own candy cane, while his eyes wander back to Paul. They always do, Richard just loves to look at him. Paul’s eyes widen when he looks at Richard’s cane.

“Wait, why is yours blue and white?” Paul asks then, because he is holding a normal white and red candy cane. Richard hadn’t even seen that, he was so blinded by the sight in front of him.

“Uh, I guess it’s a different flavor. Yours is peppermint and mine is blueberry,” Richard says slowly and licks his lips. He just had to buy it in the store and it really tastes fantastic.

“Blueberry?! And you gave me the normal one?” Paul says and he sounds appalled. Richard snickers, because that’s just another thing about Paul. He can always make him laugh, even about stupid things like this. Paul pouts and Richard's wish to kiss him gets only stronger.

“Seems like it,” this time Richard is the one who licks slowly over his candy cane, while Paul looks turned on and angry at the same time. Richard shudders under his gaze. It feels a bit dirty to do this, but he has to say that he likes how Paul is looking at him.

“Let me taste it,” Paul says and he takes a step forward. Richard shakes his head and takes a few steps back until his back touches the cold fridge.

“No, you have your own and since we still want to eat dinner later, you will not get another one,” Richard says, smiling widely and he holds the candy cane up as much as he can, so Paul won’t get it. Richard is a bit taller than Paul and they all know how much he loves to point that out.

But to his surprise Paul grins.

“Hold still.”

And before Richard can even register the words, Paul is already onto him. Richard makes a soft sound when Paul’s lips meet his own, but he relaxes into the kiss shortly after. Paul hums happily.

Richard opens his mouth, so Paul can really taste him and he gets rewarded with a low moan. And fuck, Richard is already in love with that sound.

“Knew it, tastes so good,” Paul says, when he breaks the kiss. Richard is still a bit overwhelmed, they had never kissed like this before. He almost feels dizzy and leans even more against the fridge.

“T-thank you?” Richard says, his voice almost gone. Paul laughs again.

“I meant the candy cane, but I guess you were pretty good tasting too,” Paul answers cheekily and Richard slaps against his chest. Paul just winks once more at him and then he is already walking out of the kitchen.

Richard stays where he is for at least another ten minutes. He only comes back to himself, when the kitchen door opens and Till looks at him.

“Are you okay?” Till asks and the worry is so clear in his voice.

“Yeah uh sure, I just… wanted to start with the cooking for dinner,” Richard says and Till nods. He doesn’t seem very satisfied with the answer, but at least he doesn’t ask more questions.

Richard smiles at him.

“Uhm your face is all blue,” Till says pointing at his own mouth and Richard’s blushes.

Fuck.

The next day Richard had bought more candy canes in every flavor he could find. He even made sure that he got a few blueberry ones because Paul had liked them so much. Right now he’s cleaning the dishes from yesterday though.

“There you are,” Paul says, when he enters the kitchen. He looks really happy and is smiling again. Richard’s stomach does a somersault. He knows exactly why he fell in love with this man.

“Hi, wanna help me?” Richard asks and he points at all the plates who are still on the table. Paul pretends to think about that for a moment, before he shakes his head.

“No thank you. But I’m kinda hungry,” Paul says and he rubs over his stomach again. Richard chuckles and then starts to wash one of the plates. There’s so much ketchup still left on it. Ugh sometimes he hates this band.

“I bought you more candy canes,” Richard says and he points at the small bag with Paul’s name on it. Paul takes the bag and looks into it. Richard had bought him at least ten candy canes, but he doesn’t seem happy about them.

“Only blue ones?” Paul asks and Richard chuckles.

“Well I thought you liked them so much,” Richard answers, even though he has a lot of different ones in the cupboards. He wouldn’t tell him about those yet.

“I did…,” Paul says, but he doesn’t sound as if it’s the truth. Richard frowns.

Paul continues to look at him and Richard stares back. Suddenly it’s so quiet in the kitchen, Richard can’t even hear the others anymore. Maybe they had left already.

“Aren’t you eating a candy cane with me?” Paul asks then and he tilts his head to one side. Richard thinks about that for a moment, he just had some cookies and he didn't want to eat that much sugar anymore, but he had found some flavors he had really wanted to try.

“I could. Wait I got myself sour green apple ones,” Richard says and he gets his box of candy canes. He had bought way too many and would need to get rid of some of them but they just sounded so good.

“Sour green apple?” Paul makes a face at that and Richard smiles.

“Yeah I bet they will be good,” Richard answers and opens one. Paul continues to watch him, still frowning when Richard sucks on the green candy cane. He knows how much Paul hates everything with apple flavor.

“Can I have a taste?” Paul asks finally. Richard has to hide his own grin and sucks even more on it.

“I thought you wouldn’t like those,” Richard says, but he holds his own candy out to Paul, who looks so disgusted by that. Richard innocently bats his eyelashes at him, because two could play this game.

“Well I mean… taste can change,” Paul says and he holds his hand out. Richard thinks that he will take the candy cane, but instead Paul 'accidently’ lets it fall to the ground. He probably thinks Richard is an idiot.

How sweet.

“Oh no,” Paul says and Richard can’t help but laugh. That was so damn fake. Paul tries to look innocent though and blinks up at Richard, before he looks back down to the candy cane that's now broken on the ground.

“Seems like now you can’t try it,” Richard says and he wants to turn around to continue cleaning the dishes. Paul’s hand on his arm stops him.

“M-maybe you could show me how it tasted,” Paul says and he whispers the words so sweetly. Richard didn't want to make it this easy, but he feels himself nodding already and just like that Paul is kissing him again.

Richard is prepared this time and kisses Paul back. Paul’s tongue licks over his lower lip again and Richard opens his mouth, so Paul can taste him. Eh... the candy cane.

Paul’s groans against his lips sound so good and Richard needs a moment when Paul breaks the kiss again. It doesn’t really matter how Paul kisses him, Richard is left speechless every single time.

Paul smiles and Richard snorts, because it’s obvious that Paul hated the taste.

“And?”

“Hm?”

“What did you think? Do you like sour green apples?” Richard asks and Paul takes the tiniest step back. They’re still standing rather close together. Paul licks over his lips again and shakes his head.

“No but uhm… I think I like you,” Paul says and Richard had never seen him this shy. His own heartbeat speeds up again at those words.

Richard leans back closer only to press another short kiss on Paul’s mouth. His own fault, now that Richard tasted him, he has to do it again and again. He feels addicted to him.

Luckily Paul kisses him back.

“Paul I’m… I’m in love with you too,” Richard says then because it feels like now or never. Paul comes closer again, pressing him against the counter and his smile is so breathtaking.

The whole bag of candy canes falls down the floor, but they don’t care about that. Paul could’ve tried a new one but Richard wouldn’t tell him that. He’s glad that Paul had kissed him again.

“Good because I never tasted something better than you,” Paul mumbles into the next kiss.

(Richard slaps him for that kind of flirtline.)

“Will you help me now with the dishes?”

“No.”

Richard pouts.

"Okay, fine. But that will cost you a lot more kisses,” Paul says and Richard snorts. As if he’d been the only one who had eaten dinner yesterday and used all those dishes.

Richard makes sure to eat another apple candy cane just to annoy Paul for this.

Paul doesn’t even seem to mind, because he kisses him again and again.

Richard knows why he’d fallen for this one.

“Looks like we’re really mint to be,” Paul says and Richard snorts.

Idiot.

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