#i wanna wash her socks and kiss her cheek to greet her after a long day

[polkadotzzzz]

can't stop thinking about being sevika's housewife. washing her clothes for her while she's at work, taking care of the chores, packing her some cute little lunchboxes with all of her favorite snacks, sending her with enough food to feed a damn army. she's got one of those fancy self-heating boxes that lets you pack her cute lunches to show off to her coworkers. there's something about the routine of teasing her all day while she's at work with provocative photos and promises of how good you'd feel for her. there'd be shoulder massages after work when she comes home sore and tired, which gradually leans into you on your knees, tonguing at her heat until she comes all over your tongue, and to show gratitude, she just has to fuck you into the mattress until you ruin the sheets.

[junko-and-riri-domain]

warm embraces & sudden kisses | ot7

↬ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ot7 x reader ↬ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff | requested | drabbles/headcannons ↬ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: none ↬ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: anon ↬ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ: “ENHA REACTION TO YOU KISSING THEM OUT OF NO WHERE OR JOW THE CUDDLE WITH YOU PLS AND THANK YOU 🙏” ↬ ᴀ/ɴ: 

since this is the 100th post on this blog I decided to do an ot7 one

simultaneously, this was a request so it worked out !!

anon said or but I decided to try & write both in here :$ so there’s kinda 2 mini scenarios for each member

also i wrote this on my phone in my notes while i was out today which is why everything’s lowercase :)

anon if you’d like me to rewrite this less as scenarios and more as bullet points just lmk!

Lee Heeseung

[a light’s on in the kitchen]

you wake up with the feeling of warmth no longer around you. looking around, you see that heeseung’s no longer in bed with you. your hand makes it way to your phone on your nightstand, 3:07 am greets your eyes and you hear faint sounds from outside the room. you get up with a yawn, the haze of sleepiness still on you as you make your way around the apartment the two of you share, a light’s on in the kitchen. he’s making ramen, you think to yourself. he stands tall by the stove, your footsteps are quiet as you hear him singing a song. when you get to him, your arms arm around his waist as he turns around to greet you, you jump up to give him a quick kiss, intending to meet his lips but because of how tall he is, your lips meet his cheek. he smiles, pulls you in closer to him, tilting up your chin but teases you by pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

[finally home]

you’re nestled up on the couch while a movie plays on the tv. today wasn’t a good day, to say the least. you woke up late which didn’t give you a chance to eat breakfast with heeseung, when you ordered lunch the fries were burnt and the food undercooked, and when you got home heeseung texted you to let you know that practice was running a little late which meant he wouldn’t get to have dinner with you. your eyes stayed settled on the tv until the sound of the apartment door greets your ears, bringing you out of that movie marathon haze you were trapped in. heeseung smiles as he sees you, makes his way to you, as he hands you a takeout bag.

“i bought some food on my way home, i’ll change and then we can eat, yeah?” he notices that you’re sad but doesn’t press you on about it. you nod, taking the bag from him. when he comes back, the two of you eat while a new movie is running. when you’ve finished all the food, his arm wraps around your shoulders and his head rests on top of yours.

“you ok?” he asks. his embrace is comforting and safe, similar to what it feels like when a blanket is draped over you just before you fall asleep.

“i am now that you’re finally home.”

rest of the boys under the cut !!

Park Jongseong / Jay

[flustered and red]

jay’s making dinner in the kitchen while you’re setting the table. you hear him chattering, more to himself than anything as he tries to make dinner the best that it can be. with how busy his schedule was and how much you’ve been swamped with your own work, the two of you haven’t had much time for each other. so, the you both having a free day today was something you were definitely going to take full advantage of. after setting the table, you head into the kitchen to see him slicing up lettuce for a last minute salad. you let out a smile as you see him make a honey based dressing and decided to surprise him by hugging him from behind. usually, he does it to you. despite his confident appearance and composure, you can already tell that he’s getting all flustered and red.

“Yah, who said you can sneak up on me like that!” he says, but makes no effort to pull away. You move so that you’re in front of him,

“If that’s how you react when I hug, how will you react when I do this?” Going on your tiptoes, your arms make their way around his neck as you feel the softness of his lips on yours. Guess honey was good as moisturizer…

[i built us a house]

jay was sitting in his gaming chair, his gaming set up in its own room while you were in the living room doing your own thing. while you were typing away on your laptop you hear your name being called, causing you to look up.

“i wanna show you something,” he said.

“i’m busy, hon,” you reply.

“real quick, i promise.” you sigh, knowing damn well jay wasn’t going to leave you alone until you went with him. so, following him into his game room he sat on his chair.

“why am i here?” you asked. he patted his lap, motioning for you to sit on him. as you did, one of his hands moves your hair to the other side while an arm stays settled on you. you can feel his breath on your neck, the butterflies in your stomach now doing somersaults.

“i built us a house.” your eyes look at the screen to see it on his minecraft server as his character walks around. you smile, turn your head so you’re looking at him,

“this is our house?”

“one day i’ll make it happen in real life.” despite the large promise, deep down you knew jay was going to find some way to make it a reality.

Sim Jaeyun / Jake

[just a little more]

you were on the living room couch, layla’s head on your lap while you pet her. as you do, you’re typing on your phone with your free hand. jake makes his presence known by sitting next to you, his head popping into your line of sight. you set your phone aside, smiling as you pat his hair. he frowns,

“you’ve been giving layla your attention all day, what about me?”

“layla’s cuter than you,” you reply with a teasing smile. he frowns, sighing slightly as he looks at the sight of all your attention on layla. jake heads to your room, glad that you loved layla as much as he did but wished you loved him just a little more. you head to the room, seeing jake seated by the edge of the bed, you settled yourself so that you were sitting on his lap, your legs around his waist.

“i want your attention too.”

“someone’s jealous.”

“naur, i’m not jealous,” he says, looking away. you lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his lips that lingers on for a few seconds longer than it should.

“yaur, ya are,” you tease. he smiles, kisses you again as his grip on you tighten slightly,

“it got you here, didn’t it?”

[a pair of fuzzy socks]

you’re half asleep when you feel warmth to your feet and suddenly a pair of fuzzy socks have been placed over them. you say nothing, wanting to go back to sleep more than anything. a few seconds later, you feel a dip on the bed, two actually, and you’re aware of both jake and layla around you. jake lifts up your head gently. you hear him whisper,

“layla, don’t wake up your mother,” and the feeling brings tingles to your heart, fireworks spreading throughout your body. he snuggles closer to you, intertwining his legs with yours as he traces random patterns on your back just before falling asleep.

Park Sunghoon

[cold]

for as long as he could remember, park sunghoon has lived life cold. on the ice he was cold. towards people he acted cold. you entering his life was like the sun rising after a freezing winter night. you were the heat that rid himself of the icicles stuck to his cold exterior. you melted the snowflakes of winter and turned them into roses of spring. you were the warmth he never knew he was missing. he was in your apartment, washing the dishes after you made lunch. you headed to him placing your hand on his arm. he looked over to you, smiling as you hugged his side. you leaned up as you kissed him, he couldn’t hold back his small laugh. as he felt your lips on his, heat rose to his cheeks. but despite the shyness in him about to take over, he fights it, leaning into you and kissing you once more.

[cold hands]

sunghoon has always had cold hands. and whenever he cuddled with you, he made sure that you knew it. the two of you were joking, running around the apartment when you and sunghoon both ended up on the bed. a glint appeared in his eyes, a plan forming in his head. the tips of his fingers met your stomach as you started bursting out in laugher.

“HOON WHY DO YOU HAVE COLD HANDS,” you yelled as you tried to fight him off. he smiled, vampire teeth showing in all their glory as he settled next to you in bed. his hand rested on your stomach as he brought you to him, his cold feet pressing to yours.

“you’re my personal heater,” he said, pulling you closer to him.

Kim Sunoo

[a little too close]

sunoo has always been clingy around you. some days, he’ll grab your hand out of nowhere and start fiddling with your fingers. at the most random times, he’ll play with your hair and think about how to style it. being in sunoo’s embrace is something that you’ve always welcomed. you were sort of the opposite, accepting and welcoming his touch but never really initiating it. until, today that is. you noticed someone talking to sunoo getting a little too close to him. you didn’t think much of it knowing how friendly sunoo was towards people and how others naturally gravitated to him. but, you couldn’t help yourself when you made your way to them and held onto sunoo’s hand, practically staring down the other person. sunoo smiled, intertwining your hands together while bringing you into the conversation. unsurprisingly, the outsider moved closer and without even thinking, you kissed sunoo’s cheek. his eyes slightly got wide as he looked at you, but it was an action he was glad for. in return, he kissed your cheek with a smile and couldn’t stop talking about it for the rest of the day.

[a tough day]

you were having somewhat of a tough day, having cramps, on and off headaches, and an annoying ringing in your ears that you just couldn’t get rid of. sunoo came home to find you layed on the couch, his heart breaking at the sight. he got some things and brought it to the living room,

“what are you doing?” you asked.

“spa day!” he replied excitedly. he rubbed lotion on your hands, placed cucumbers on top of your eyes, and combed out your hair. the night came to an end with you and sunoo laying on the couch together, him patting in the face mask then rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. with sunoo came a bubble of warmth you never wanted to leave.

Yang Jungwon

[make me]

jungwon’s in a playful mood today and with that playful mood comes teasing you. you’re in the living room where he decided to grab your sketchbook and hold it up above your head.

“won, give it back!” you exclaimed in annoyance, glaring at him. he has the audacity to look amused and he tells you,

“make me.” he’s always found joy in teasing you for your height and right now was no different. a plan forms in your head as you take some steps backwards. as you practically run to him, his eyes widen with fear as he’s forced to let go of your sketchbook to catch you and you end up latched onto him like a koala. you kiss him, in those few seconds the entire world stops and it’s as if no one but him exists. the kiss lingers on a second or two longer than you intended as jungwon’s grip on you tightens so that you don’t fall. on his face you see him smiling and those dimples that you’ve always loved appear. jungwon was never good at hiding his emotions, his love for you no different. you close your eyes as he leans down, you expect a kiss returned but instead, he kisses the top of your head. lightly flicking your forehead gently,

“that’s what you get for being short,” he says.

[i'm here]

with all his responsibilities and the things jungwon needs to take care of at such a young age, coming home to you is the one constant in his life. to him, the second he’s able to wrap his arms around you, revel in the scent of your shampoo, and gets to hold you, everything is just complete. at 1:06 am, he came home. it was late, he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep. he headed into the room you two shared, only to see you still awake.

“you’re up?” he asked.

“no, i’m asleep,” you reply sarcastically. he sighs, setting into bed next to you, “someone’s tired,” you said.

“i want cuddles,” he mutters unable to hide his need for your affection. you shift and his head lays on your shoulder. you run your hand through his hair while you kiss the top of his head,

“i’m here.”

Nishimura Riki / Ni-ki

[bungeo to his ppang]

more than anything, ni-ki liked to be by your side. whether it was while he was watching something on his phone, showing you a new dance routine, or asking you to dye his hair, as long as you were just with him, he was happy. sleeping is something that ni-ki has always enjoyed, how could he not when it grants him a few moments of peace before a busy day? the two of you are in the car, he rests his head on your shoulders. unlike normal, he doesn’t fall asleep this time. he pretends to, he closes his eyes, stays still while enjoying your warmth, but he’s not actually asleep. you didn’t seem to notice, he feels you messing with his hair a bit, something he’s never minded as long as it was with you. he hears you talking about how cute he is, practically fangirling over him. he feels you kiss the top of his head lightly,

“sleep well, ni-kitty,” he hears you whisper. he doesn’t move, doesn’t show any sign that he’s affected by your sudden actions of love. but deep down, he feels a happiness around you that’s greater than how he feels when he’s on stage. when he performs he enjoys the thousands of eyes that watch him but all he thinks about are how your eyes look at him with adoration and pride. it was in this moment that he knew, you were the bungeo to his ppang.

[take a break]

after dinner, you’re sitting on the floor of the table in front of the tv, trying to get some work done. suddenly, you feel a weight on your lap. you look down to see ni-ki’s head on your lap, his eyes closed but he’s clearly still awake.

“yah, get off,” you said, slightly lifting up your leg.

“no.” you roll your eyes, deciding not to pay attention to him as you go back to sleep our work. it seems that ni-ki had other plans as he took your one of your hand and starting fiddling with it.

“ni-ki, i’m busy.”

“take a break,” he said. you look down at ni-ki… how could you refuse? you put away your things, shifting so that your full attention was now on him. he smiled up at you, fiddling with the edge of your clothes while saying the most random things that made you laugh.

↬ ᴀ/ɴ pt. 2:

if anyone’s read up to this point pls lmk how it was, i’m not really good with ot7 scenarios typa things 😭

❦ written by riri @enhykkul | blog masterlist

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[malfoysstilinski]

Hello love, I absolutely adore your writing. <3 Could you maybe do a tooth-rotting dracoxreader fluff. It can be anything, I just love soft draco sm haha. Tbh I feel like theres no such thing as too much soft draco asjdkhfask.

thank you so much!! hope this is okay :)) 

post shower | draco malfoy (fluff) 

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: you like picking out draco’s clothes for him and playing with his hair after he’s had a shower. and he’ll never admit it, but he likes it too.

warnings: extremely healthy relationship and soft!draco

word count: 1.9k

a/n: there’s a part where draco plays with your hair and i’m sorry if it’s not inclusive to yours (curly, afro-textured, braided etc.), i generally try to keep my imagines inclusive but this idea was just stuck in my head!! it’s quite brief but i thought i’d acknowledge that i realise some poc readers and others with curly hair just might not be able to relate and i’m really sorry about that!! :( but again, it doesn’t make up the whole imagine! <33

also not proof-read!! 

....

18.00. my dorm. prepare for cuddles.

my mother sent over some more of

those sweets you said you liked.

yours, draco

The ripped piece of parchment in your hand included an inked sketch beneath it; the image of a wrapped sweetie surrounded by some scribbled-out love hearts. Your heart skipped a beat at the message written in Draco’s usual rushed cursive, a small smile threatening to twitch at the corners of your lips. Glancing up towards the direction the charmed crane had come in, you sent the blond boy already watching you a small nod of confirmation.

A wink was your reward before he turned back to face Professor Snape at the front of the classroom. It made your heart flutter and your stomach fill with butterflies as you wondered how you’d ended up with a boyfriend as perfect as Draco Malfoy.

Not many would theorise that he was a secret romantic, but then again, not many truly knew Draco for who he actually was. You adored him - the way he looked, the way he smelled, how he loved you, his voice, his laugh, his jokes, and his sarcastic comments. If there was one person on the planet guaranteed to make you smile, it was the Malfoy heir.

You were thrilled to be invited back to his dorm, even if this was quite a regular occurrence that you probably should be more used to by now. The thought of spending the evening after a long day of lessons with Draco cuddled up on his bed eating sweets sent by his mother sounded like a dream come true. There was no other way you’d rather spend your time.

The rest of the day couldn’t have gone by slower, though. You finished your classes and then skipped dinner to shower, knowing you’d be stuffing your face later anyway. By the time you’d slipped on comfier clothes than your school uniform and had dried your hair, it was nearly time for you to head to Draco’s dormitory. He was lucky enough to have his own one as a prefect, with a huge bed and silk green sheets that felt amazing against your skin.

You did some last minute homework for your Herbology class in the morning, though your mind seemed to constantly drag back to your boyfriend. He was like some sort of drug and you clearly had an addiction.

Perhaps the best part was that the love she had for Draco was mirrored back onto her by the boy; their love was a redamancy to be jealous of. Students and teachers alike could see the adoration in their eyes when they looked at each other. They saw the grin on your face and the slight blush on Draco’s cheeks and knew that if what you two had wasn’t love, then love didn’t exist at all.

You had your ups and downs, of course you did. No relationship was ever always perfect. However, it was the way you were constantly able to bounce back and be stronger than before that kept the fire burning between the two of you. It was the way that Draco had worked on his communication, knowing it was the only way he’d be able to keep you, and how you’d worked on being more patient with him that meant the two of you could fall so indescribably in love.

So when you turned up to Draco’s dormitory at exactly 6 pm sharp, you opened the door without knocking, more than certain he wouldn’t mind. He never did. However, Draco was nowhere to be seen in his room. You thought maybe you’d managed to read the note wrong until you heard the running water coming from his bathroom.

You smiled to yourself as you headed towards his bed, dropping on top of the silky sheets you loved so much, your fingers tracing on top of it. Your ears strained to listen out for Draco, a deep hum filling your ears that you knew belonged to him. He had a good singing voice, but he refused to believe it whenever you told him.

You closed your eyes and listened as he hummed in the shower, his voice echoing off the walls in a way that had you wishing you could not only listen but watch him sing it. You weren’t sure when Draco stopped humming or when the water shut off, but the next thing you knew, the bathroom door was opening, steam rolling out as well as the scent of his green apple shampoo.

“Ah, darling,” Draco greeted upon seeing you lying on his bed.

You sat up, beaming at him. A white towel hung around his hips, his platinum hair wet on his head and dripping down his broad shoulders onto his platinum skin. You thought he looked beautiful like this, like some sort of God you’d like to worship. Especially with the smile that he wore upon his face, one that was reserved for you and you only.

“Hi, my love,” you said back, watching as he began to hunt through his drawers for something to wear. “You said six.”

“I must have lost track of time,” Draco admitted, “Cold days are meant for hot showers, you know.”

“No, cold days are meant for cuddles with your girlfriend,” you protested, but nevertheless scooted off the bed to join him by his dresser. “What are you gonna wear?”

“Y’wanna dress me up again, don’t you?” Draco acted as if he was annoyed, but a smile was threatening to tug at his lips.

“It’ll be cosy, ‘promise,” you replied, your hands moving through his dresser, hunting for the pair of black jogging bottoms that you liked on him. “Top or no?”

“No,” Draco replied as he stood in front of his mirror, towel drying his hair.

You found a pair of socks for him too, knowing how he hated if his feet got cold. As Draco cast a charm to dry his blond locks, you settled everything on the end of his bed for him and then began hunting through his drawers once more. You found one of his black tees and pulled your own off, shrugging his on instead.

Arms wrapped around your waist as soon as it went over your head and you shrieked as you were hauled onto his bed. You laughed as Draco suddenly crawled between your legs so he was straddling you a little, his fingers toying with the hem of his shirt.

“Did I say you could wear that, pretty girl?” Draco fauxed a glare.

“Please,” you pouted at him. “It’s comfy and smells so good. Like you.”

Draco rolled his eyes in amusement, smiling again as he kissed your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re so gorgeous. Can’t say no when you pull that face, can I?”

You beamed, feeling your cheeks heat up a little bit. You realised Draco had already pulled the joggers and socks on, his top half naked as he moved to grab his comb off of the dresser.

“Let me do it for you,” you said, holding your hand out.

Draco shot you a look. “Not a doll for you to dress up, you know.”

“‘Just wanna comb your hair for you,” you huffed, sitting on the edge of his bed, your legs dangling over the mattress.

Draco moved to stand in between them, your face level with his body as he began to brush the comb through the back of your own hair. Smiling, you leaned your head against his stomach, wrapping your arms around his middle and enjoying the sensations and tingles that Draco brushing your hair spread through your body.

Your eyes closed and you swore you could fall asleep like it - one of his large palms on your back, his comb brushing through your hair, the warmth of his toned stomach against your cheek and the smell of his aftershave and body wash fresh in your senses.

“You washed your hair, didn’t you?” Draco hummed, his hand moving off your back as he ditched the comb, his fingers playing with it.

“Yeah, had a shower before I came here,” you murmured, not peeling your eyes open, just relishing in the feeling of complete relaxation with your favourite person in the entire world.

“I can tell,” Draco murmured, his fingers gliding effortlessly through your newly-combed hair. “Your hair is really soft after washing it.”

“Good,” you replied, smiling a little against him. “That’s kind of the point of washing your hair, you know.”

“No, it’s to keep it clean,” Draco protested.

“It’s for both,” you compromised, knowing how stubborn he could get quickly. “Now can I comb your hair.”

About a minute later, Draco’s room was playing music quietly and he was slouched between your legs on the bed, the bag of sweets his mother had bought you both on his lap. Your back rested against the headboard behind you, your hands brushing through his silky platinum locks. You put the comb down, beginning to part his hair into tiny sections.

“Sweet?” Draco offered, his mouth full as he lifted his arm behind himself.

He felt you lean forwards and capture the sweet between your teeth from where your hands were occupied in his hair, making him chuckle. Draco knew you were making small plaits with the longer sections of his hair, but he closed his eyes and pretended he had no idea. To be honest, he cherished the feeling of you being so close to him, of your hands in his hair, your nails scratching gently on his scalp every now and then.

“Feels good?” You hummed, glancing down at him and seeing that his silver eyes had shut.

They flickered back open at your question, smiling when he saw you looking down at him. “A bit,” he admitted, which was an under exaggeration. He loved it.

“‘Nother sweetie, please,” you called as you moved onto your third tiny plait.

Draco’s hand came back over and fed the sweet straight into your mouth. You giggled as you carried on plaiting, humming lightly to yourself. A tug a little harder than the rest caused Draco to dramatically cry out.

“Ow!” Draco hissed, “Watch what you’re doing, woman!”

“Shh, I’m just braiding your hair,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “And if you call me woman like that one more time I will shove this comb so far up your arse-”

“Okay, okay,” Draco winced at the imagery. “By woman I meant ‘my lovely, beautiful, sweet, kind, intelligent girlfriend who I love with my whole heart’.”

“You’re such a kiss arse, Malfoy,” you replied, running your hand over the small plaits you’d created. “They look cute. You should grow your hair out like your father so I can do really good ones-”

“Y/N!” Draco grimaced, “If I ever grow my hair out as long as my fathers, feel free to cut it off for me in the middle of the night.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead as you cradled his head in your lap, your nails lightly scratching his skin. “Okay, okay. I like you with this haircut anyway. And I like the lack of gel in it. Looks so fluffy and cute.”

“Not what I’m going for, but thanks, darling,” Draco remarked, grabbing another sweet for himself. “You’re comfy, by the way.”

You simply hummed back as you began to undo the plaits, knowing Draco would be annoyed if you forgot and he had little curly bits in the morning. You grazed your fingers back through, watching his eyes flicker back.

“I love you,” Draco murmured sincerely. “So much.”

Your heart swelled. “I love you too, Draco.”

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[floralseokjin]

final sleigh drabble #1

❛ a few hours later...❜

original oneshot here // drabble index here 

kim seokjin x reader  smut, comedy  8,156 words (🥴)

Rushing to the door as you heard the low knock against the wood, you took a few deep breaths before yanking it open, knowing what was about to happen once Seokjin stepped inside. 

He smiled as you came into view, a tiny one that seemed to round his cheeks something crazy. Something inside you went a little gooey. He was dressed in a thin black sweater that hugged his body, a basic silver chain hanging around the neckline. You were half expecting him to turn up in another one of his Christmas jumpers — the one he had been wearing earlier was still embedded inside your brain, but mainly because of what you’d been doing... Seven hours ago you’d thrown caution to the wind and participated in something that could 1000% get you fired. Although... It had been your idea, so. 

“Hey,” you said with a smile, feeling momentarily a little awkward. This was no innocent visit after all. He was here to have sex with you. Please, he’d begged. Let me fuck you. The memory of his words were enough to tinge your cheeks a darker shade. 

“Hey,” he greeted, taking the first step inside. For a brief second his face appeared not so far from yours and you wondered if he was about to kiss you. You had kissed with abandon earlier on in the day after all. But instead, his lips flickered up into a smirk. He was amused as he spoke. “Pizza guy just pulled up too.” 

“Oh.” It took a moment for your brain to process what he was telling you. “Let me grab my purse.” 

You toddled off, into your living room and through to the kitchen, leaving him by the open door. Jerk, you thought, realising he’d been messing with you, or at least, that’s what you thought. Who knew, and you weren’t about to ask him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

When you got back to your entryway Seokjin had his wallet out in front of the pizza delivery guy, fishing for bills. “What are you doing?” You demanded. 

Seokjin shrugged. “I’ll pay, it’s no big deal.” 

“No way.” You thrust inside your purse, eager to beat him. 

“Y/N.” It sounded as if he was half warning you, voice low. 

“It was my idea, I’m paying.” 

Inviting him over just for sex seemed a little... crude, for lack of a better word, so suggesting pizza helped soften the intent – in your eyes. 

Seokjin looked at you incredulously and when he realised you weren’t going to give in, he sighed loudly. “Let’s go dutch then, I am eating half after all.” 

“Fine.” You weren’t happy about it, but fine. 

You both handed your cash to the delivery guy who had watched the whole exchange wordlessly. You took the boxes from him and waited as he counted out your change. 

“Here,” he said, reaching his hand out to pass it to Seokjin, who shook his head. 

“She can have it.” 

The guy changed direction, holding his arm out as he waited for you to take it (hands full, mind you...). 

“No, you can have it,” you told Seokjin. 

He turned his head, dismissing you. “I don’t want it.” 

You choked out a noise of frustration. However “gooey” you’d been feeling five minutes ago had well and truly disappeared now. Nothing had changed, despite what had happened earlier, he was still an annoying ass when he wanted to be. 

“Can someone just take it?” The delivery guy exclaimed, causing you to startle. “I have five other pizzas getting cold.” 

“Fine,” you hissed, displeased by his attitude. Yes, okay, you were wasting his time but no need to be so rude about it. “Put it on the box.” You glanced at Seokjin, seeing him try to hold back his laughter. That just annoyed you more. 

“Wash your hands,” you ordered him as soon as the mannerless delivery guy left. 

He slipped his sneakers off and followed you into the kitchen, stopping halfway as you dropped the pizza boxes onto your coffee table. He washed his hands in silence, absentmindedly looking around the room, as if he was getting familiar with the place again, and then it dawned on you; he’d been here before. Last weekend, after your drunken make out session that had resulted in him packing you off to bed with a glass of water... Your memories were still hazy, but it was something. 

As you washed your hands too, you noticed Seokjin watching down at you with a smile that had you feeling a little uneasy. “What?” 

Maybe this was a bad idea. 

“Nothing,” he shrugged, but his eyes twinkled more than usual, the last syllable bubbling in his throat as he held back another laugh. 

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him something. You didn’t know what, maybe to shut up? But then he shifted, moving in one swift motion to lean in and kiss you. 

You made a small shocked noise as he pressed his lips against yours, eyes wide open even though his were fluttered closed, but soon enough you relaxed, settling into his touch as he cupped your hips, yours reaching to grip under his elbows. 

He pulled back suddenly, grinning. “This is the best. All I have to do is kiss you and you shut up.” 

Huh? “You can’t weaponise kissing, Seokjin,” you scowled. 

“Wanna bet?” And he was on you once more, you, miraculously quiet again. His mouth was a little more eager now, presses harder as your lips glided together, and your mind was quickly becoming cloudy. Kissing Seokjin was a little addictive. You couldn’t hate it even if you tried. 

“Mhm.” He groaned a little against you, sending your lips tingling. “I swear I just experienced the slowest 3 hours of my life.” 

You had to agree. From half 5 to now, you’d been practically counting down the minutes. 

“Actually,” he added as an afterthought. “I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since we had to stop.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, fingers lifting to play with the chain around his neck. Since when did he accessorise, and why was it so hot? 

“Well, you’re here now,” you said, your voice a little softer than you’d expected it to be, but whatever, Seokjin wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss him. You’d leave it slide. 

“Come,” he jerked his head in the direction of your living room, taking your hands in his. “Pizza first, you’ll need your energy.” 

The wink he gave you was completely uncalled for. Your legs instantly felt a little shaky.

.

.

You spent maybe an hour eating and chatting a little. It was a little strange to be having a proper conversation with Seokjin, in light of what you both had been this past six months, but when you thought about it, you’d shared numerous conversations ever since you’d began the Christmas party planning, so it wasn’t too bizarre. Actually, it was nice. You felt less nervous about the obvious direction tonight would soon go. 

You scrolled Netflix, choosing Brooklyn Nine-Nine as background noise as you were in the middle of binging the series and it was something light and funny to fill the sometimes small silences that fell between you. Only, Seokjin informed you he’d already watched all available seasons three times and that meant he could recite any given episode on cue. It was slightly endearing watching him go, if not mildly annoying too, but whatever, he was enjoying himself. 

You didn’t know who started kissing who soon enough, it might very well have been you. One minute you were sneaking looks his way, checking out his biceps in that sinful sweater and the next you were wrapped up against his body, tongues furiously crashing together. The line had been crossed once again, only this time things were leading somewhere even more exciting. 

You were ready for this. You’d showered before he’d arrived, made sure there were no stray hairs poking out of random places on your body – because this afternoon had taken you by surprise, but now you were prepared. You had your sexiest lingerie on, a black lace two piece that you hadn’t had a chance to wear yet. It seemed to show more skin than cover it, but that’s exactly what you wanted. You’d even painted your god damn toenails. You wanted to knock his proverbial socks off. 

Your phone was on silent, no room for interruptions no matter whose house was on fire. Ana had already been informed of your dick appointment, and while her first instinct had been to gloat, you’d stopped her right in her tracks. You didn’t want to hear it and you didn’t want to hear from her tonight, because she often liked to call you when she was bored – very often. 

Tonight you were going to get laid and nothing was going to get in your way. It had been a long six months, and yes, it was sex with Seokjin, but honestly, that just made it better. You thought back to this afternoon, how good it had felt to be touched by him and how hard he’d made you cum. You didn’t want to jinx things, but you had very high hopes for tonight... 

“This afternoon feels like a dream,” he confessed against your mouth, taking the moment to pull you onto his lap, his hands snaking their way down to ass to give it a firm squeeze, rolling you into his crotch. 

You let out a throaty groan, mouth open, giving him perfect access to lick into it, stealing your tongue to suck the muscle gently. You clutched tightly to the nape of his neck, catching some of the small hairs and he moaned. You were under the impression Seokjin liked having his hair tugged... 

“It definitely happened,” you grinned as he pulled away, and you took the opportunity to nibble on his plump bottom lip. 

“I don’t know, you’re going to have to remind me...” He gave a throaty chuckle, nudging his hips and you felt the very obvious bulge in his jeans. 

“What do you think I’m doing right now?” You laughed at a sudden memory, placing your hands on Seokjin’s chest to ease up. “No one had a clue.” 

He held your wrists, keeping you to him as he laughed along. “Not even Jungkook. He was so oblivious.” 

“Even with the lame excuse with the cake.” 

“Hey,” he whined, “in my defence, I panicked.” 

Humming, you leaned in to press against his lips, pulling back before he could part them. “Yeah, we probably should’ve thought of a reason beforehand.” Terrible lack of judgement on your part. 

“Do you think?” Seokjin asked rhetorically, impatient as he lunged to kiss you, clasping your arms tight to your side to keep you still until they strayed, caressing your sides, ghosting the sides of your breasts. Your skin felt electric, despite the layers that blocked his touch. 

You squealed as he gripped your hips, finding your back flush with the sofa cushions in an instant. Seokjin liked to throw his strength around a lot too it seemed. Not that you were complaining, it was hot, and you spread your legs, letting him nestle between them as his mouth found yours again. You clutched at his shoulders, gasping into the kiss from the sheer want you were feeling. 

“Been waiting so long to get my hands on this body,” he grunted against you; leaving you wondering if he meant all day, or longer? The way he was tugging at your mouth with his made you want to believe it was the latter... Ridiculous, but maybe... 

Hands riding up your shirt as you moaned in agreement, he made goosebumps appear against your stomach, his fingers glided along the hot skin, and then, suddenly, they were on the buttons of your jeans, fiddling in haste. 

Anything more was wasting time, and your stomach leaped with anticipation, knowing you didn’t need to wait much longer. Soon he’d be fucking you. You were beside yourself.

An exasperated sigh stole your attention and you felt Seokjin move, kneeling between your legs, sofa cushions dipping with the weight as he yanked at the waistband of your jeans, a groan leaving him now. 

“Why do you insist on wearing sex proof clothing?” 

You used your elbows to sit up a little, narrowing your eyes at his dramatics. “They’re jeans, Seokjin. Hardly difficult to take off.” Yes, admittedly there were a few more buttons than usual but they were simple to undo. You reached down, swatting his hands out the way to unfasten them. “There. See.” 

You watched his bottom lip stick out slightly, his voice small and annoyed as he spoke. “I wanted to do that.” 

“Shut up,” you scoffed lightly, grabbing his arms to tug him back to you. You went to kiss him but he was moving you again, hooking his hands around you waist to prop you up. 

His mouth found the crook of your neck, half pinning you to the sofa as his right hand slipped into your jeans, and you moaned when the pads of his fingers found your clit above your underwear, rubbing you firmly a few times before he slid down to your opening, feeling and hearing how wet you’d already become. It had soaked through your panties no issue at all.   

Seokjin let out a tight grunt as he felt it, lifting his hand to bypass the lace and feel you for real. It was pretty restricted down there, your jeans still snug around your hips but he made it work, rubbing your whole mound, spreading your arousal. 

“I can’t believe I’m going to fuck you...” He murmured, although his voice wasn’t particularly soft, more thick with lust. He was sucking on your earlobe, working out you liked that very much by now and you struggled to gain your bearings. “Be inside you...” 

“Mhmm,” you moaned in agreement, the noise breaking in half when you felt him insert a finger inside of you. 

Again, room was tight and even though he couldn’t finger you like he wanted he still made it feel amazing – or probably you were just too far gone now. Everything he was doing was driving you wild. You dragged your hands up and down his torso, clinging onto any muscle you came across. 

“I swear you haven’t felt nothing yet,” he informed you, mouth tight to your jaw and your moans turned into mild tugs for breath if anything, your head falling back against the edge of the sofa. “Jiin–“ 

He paused his kisses, his hand following suit trapped in your underwear. “Jin?” He repeated, tilting his head back to meet your eyes, his left eyebrow ever so slightly lifting. “Why did you call me that?” 

What was he going on about? You were hot and desperate and here he was suddenly questioning you. “It’s your name, isn’t it?” 

He looked mildly concerned. “You’ve never called me that before.” 

You breathed out a confused laugh. “Am I not allowed? Everyone else calls you it.” 

His expression grew softer, sincerity pooling in his words. “You’re not everyone else though. I love it when you call me Seokjin.” 

You had to admit you were a little speechless. You knew in the past you’d never used the shortened version of his name because you refused to be friendly with him like everyone else. ‘Seokjin’ held a distance between you, or so you’d thought... In reality it had become something special between you both... 

“Fine,” you whispered, pushing your hips into his hand as you moaned lightly, catching his eyes. “Seokjiin.”

He found that funny – you both did, laughing together before you lifted a hand to play with his necklace, giving him a small smile. “Wanna go to my room now?”

You lead him by the hand all the way and he followed you eagerly, eyes hungry. You switched on the lamp by your bed, and safe inside your room he got a little distracted, his eyes darting around the unfamiliar setting, as if he was soaking it all in, but that only lasted for a little while, something, or someone, far more interesting needing his attention. His gaze found you stood at the foot of your bed. 

You followed the hand that tugged at his crotch and noticed the now incredibly visible tent inside his jeans. Your gut lurched as he strode towards you. “Come here,” he breathed, reaching for you, and just like that his lips were on yours again. Somehow you ended up in his arms again, his hands firmly cupping your ass as you clung on, moaning into his mouth as your enjoyment started to reach breaking point. 

You squealed out his name when you felt him lift his knees to the bed, dropping you down to cage you under his body. 

“I got you. Relax,” he chuckled, finding your reaction amusing as you squeezed your fingers into his biceps. A low noise emitted from his throat as he nosed at your neck, mumbling into your skin, “I love feeling you touch me.” 

Your heartbeat skyrocketed, sure he could feel your pulse against his lips and you moaned a little too loudly when you felt his teeth bite down on the flesh, continuing his descent down to your collarbones and chest before it became too much and began to tickle you. 

“You’re really finding that ticklish?” He asked curiously, lifting his head to catch a look at your face. 

You nodded, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth as you stroked down his arms, a little pleased now that you knew it drove him crazy. 

He smirked down at you, his eyes near black. It totally altered his face – his whole demeanour actually. “Do you like a little pain, Y/N?”

He had to see the mild shock on his face, but you quickly composed yourself. Where had that come from? His mouth seemed to run wild when he was turned on, if the storage room was anything to go by, and you found yourself enjoying it immensely. You hooked your hands around his neck as you sat up and he eased away, kneeling straighter. Your teeth reached to nip his bottom lip. “Depends on what kind,” you purred as he hissed at the sensation. 

He watched you lean back, never taking his eyes off you as you removed your arms from his neck to pull your shirt over your head. Immediately he stood up, his sweater gone in one swift motion as he dropped it at his feet. You soaked in the view, his torso toned, chest firm. The silver chain hung around his neck, patches of skin flush, revealing his evident arousal. 

He tilted his head and smirked. “Like what you see?”

You rolled your eyes. “Cocky much?” But yes, yes you did. 

He snorted, laughing pretty loudly as he knelt back on the mattress. “I’m just messing around.” 

You couldn’t help but touch him, your hands travelling up his body and across his chest as he crawled over you. He grunted as your lips met and you kissed one another hungrily, more eager now than ever. His hands grazed the cups of your bra and no more than a few moments later he was on one breast, licking and sucking at your nipple, quickly soaking the lace. You moaned loudly, the sensation sending you partially shaky until you had to hold the back of his head, rooting yourself in fear of falling backwards. 

His left hand travelled around your back, fingers fumbling with the strap of your bra. “Can I?” He asked, and you strained out a yes. 

He broke away from your nipple as he used his other hand to help hook you free. The straps fell lose against your arms and he tugged at the middle of your bra to remove it entirely. His eyes ate you up before cupping the soft flesh in his palms, jaw slack as he flicked his eyes up to yours. 

“You have the prettiest tits.” 

Slightly abashed by his words but turned on by the way his thumbs rubbed circles against your sensitive nipples, you found yourself chuckling. “That’s good to know.” 

“No, really,” he half-awed, reaching to kiss you again. “You’re just... perfect.” 

He sounded so sincere it shocked you, made you unsure what to respond. Not that you could anyway, his tongue down your throat again, his body pressed against yours as your urge for him continued to grow. 

You were thankful when you felt his hands tug at the waistband of your jeans. “I need to get you fucking naked,” he muttered against your shoulder. You were unable to keep track of his mouth, he was kissing every inch of bare skin he found. 

You lifted your ass off the bed, helping him shimmy the fabric down and over your ass before they became jammed at your thighs. Okay, maybe skinny jeans had been a bad idea... He got them down to your knees with quite a struggle, leaning back to yank them off the rest of the way. He nearly fell backwards with the force, irritated eyes finding yours. “I swear to God, you don’t want me to fuck you.”

You tried your best not to laugh, he was putting way too much effort into a simple(ish) task, if he carried on like this you’d have no other option than to think he was incapable at stripping women. Instead, now that you were finally free of your jeans, you spread your thighs, revealing your barely there panties. 

“Really?” You cocked an eyebrow. You were now more aroused than ever, the delicate fabric stuck damp to your sex, and Seokjin’s eyes immediately wondered to the sight you’d put on display, his eyes glazing over slightly, darkening with lust. 

He stood from the bed suddenly, unzipping his own jeans to remove them too, throwing them to the side with haste. You could easily see the curve of his impressive erection in those tight black boxer shorts and as he crawled back to you, you couldn’t help but cup him, tracing your fingers across the thick length before rubbing him, feeling him push into your touch and groan as his lips pressed into yours. 

You pulsed when you felt his hand cup your mound, knowing he could feel the heat that radiated from it instantly. He pinched at the sticky fabric, pulling it back and snapping it against you. Annoyingly, he didn’t seem to take much interest in the underwear as you’d hoped, more concerned about what was underneath, so near enough immediately, he had them gone – successfully this time. His gaze travelled to your nakedness, soaking in the view before he traced the outline of your folds with his fingertips. “You’re literally fucking naked in front of me,” he awed, never once taking his eyes off you. 

He had to feel you pulsing beneath him, eager for something more, but he didn’t give you it. “I didn’t think being this wet was possible,” he whispered smugly, eyes flicking over to your face. 

You grumbled, although probably more frustrated he was teasing you than by his words. “Stop trying to inflate your ego.” 

He chuckled, shifting closer, and then suddenly there was a finger inside you. You sucked in a breath, no time to get accustomed to the sensation as he began fingering you, curling and pressing the long digit against your velvety walls. “Fuck. Seokjin!” 

He grinned wolfishly down at you, strands of hair falling into his eyes, but you could still see them twinkling with mirth. “Found another way to shut you up.” 

You would’ve scowled if your mouth wasn’t too busy moaning. He was not going to weaponise fingering too... 

His actions sped up as he slipped a second digit into you, straightening them as he fucked you with them, sending you splayed out on the mattress as he knelt between your legs. You should’ve maybe felt self-conscious by now, but the pleasure coursing through your body was too distracting. Plus, the way Seokjin watched you, eyes hungrily staring at your breasts jiggling with each snap of his wrist, had you basking in the attention. 

You were shocked to find out how close to coming you had been when he abruptly pulled out of you, your body on a come down as shaky breaths wracked throughout you. His mouth was on yours immediately, kissing you messily, shallow breathing. His voice shook as he spoke. “Fuck. I can’t think straight.” 

He kneeled up, looking between your legs again as he vigorously rubbed at his dick. “Let me eat you out again.” 

He went to dive in, but you stopped him, placing your hands on his shoulders as you sat up. “Wait, you’ve already done that.” As much as you’d loved it and wouldn’t mind a repeat, what was the point in waiting? He was obviously as desperate for you as you were for him. There was no point dragging it out, anymore would just be considered teasing. 

You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, running your hand down his chest. He was a little sweaty and you loved it. “Just fuck me. I want to feel you already.” 

He looked down at your hand, fingers now toying with the waistband of his underwear and swallowed. “Yeah... Yeah, good idea.” 

Standing on the floor, he looked around for his jeans, spotting them near the left side of your bed. You shuffled closer, reaching out to grab his elbow and stop him in his tracks. “Take those off first, I want to get a good look at your ass,” you prompted, gesturing to his underwear. 

He looked a little surprised by your request, but listened, giving you somewhat of a bemused smirk as he stripped himself of his boxers. He turned slightly, protecting the fullness of his butt as he reached down for his jeans, but you were more than satisfied with the curve of the flesh you saw. Seokjin always did have a nice looking ass in his work pants – not that you’d been staring, of course... 

“I feel like a piece of meat,” he told you, eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, foil packet between his fingers. 

“A tasty piece of meat,” you corrected, feeling excited when he sat down on the side of the bed and dropped the condom beside your bodies. You were literally a couple of minutes away from having him inside you, and you quite honestly couldn’t contain yourself.

Crawling into his lap, you hooking your arms around his neck, feeling his wrap around your waist, his cock bouncing slightly against your inner thigh. Pulling you closer he pressed his mouth into yours, his grip firm, kiss passionate.  A hand travelled down to your ass, another cupping one breast and he moaned loudly as he pulled away from your lips. “God. I love your body so much.” 

You smirked, very much appreciating the praise and as if your body couldn’t help it, you pressed your hips into him, rubbing against his thigh partially. 

“You really like to grind,” he commented, looking down between your bodies and that’s when you couldn’t take it any longer, reaching down to wrap your hand around his dick. His hips jumped at the sensation, and you couldn’t help but run your fist up and down the length, feeling the hot, ridged flesh pulse against your grasp.

Condom back between his fingers, you watched him start to tear it open, rushed slightly, his hips absentmindedly jutting up into your hand. Randomly, your eyes caught the writing on the gold square and instantly your mouth became dry. 

“What?” Seokjin asked, pausing his movements as he noticed something was wrong. Did your face give it away? 

“N-nothing,” you stuttered, tearing your gaze away from the bolded King Size to look down at your hand. Seokjin’s dick almost taunted you. You hadn’t really paid attention to it properly since he’d gotten naked, forgetting the shock you’d felt earlier on in the day when faced with the massive task. Your mouth had accustomed well, but your vagina?! You were getting reservations... 

“You really do have a fucking massive dick.” 

Seokjin chuckled, angling his head low to kiss your mouth. He knew you’d noticed the text on the condom packet now. “You’ll make him go shy with all these compliments.” 

He lifted you in one smooth motion and you found yourself spread on your back, head on the pillow as he hovered over you, sliding the condom on. He held his cock in his hand as he dropped to his knees, tugging it a couple of time just to make sure all was secure and then he leaned in to place a kiss on your shoulder. “Can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmured, rubbing the head if his cock against your sex. You could hear the noise of the latex and you clenched unconsciously, now nervous. “Hm?” He prompted, waiting for a likeminded reply. When you didn’t give him one he lifted his head to look at you, looking a little concerned. “What is it?”

You wrapped your arms around his middle, feeling comforted by the heat of his body and the softness of his skin. It was funny, you didn’t feel embarrassed to confide in him right now, to ask for reassurance. There had been a time, even as far as quite recently, when you had not for even one second wanted to look scared, worried or dumb in front of him. Now that seemed kind of silly... 

“You will fit, right?” 

“Of course I’ll fit,” he laughed, looking instantly relieved. Had he been expecting something bad? 

“You better. I don’t want you breaking my vagina in two.” You warned, chest feeling a little lighter, enough to joke around with him. 

“You’re acting like it’s dangling above my knee or some shit.” He repositioned himself, easing his dick away from your heat as he rolled his eyes playfully. The action touched you. Even though he was teasing you, he still wanted to make sure you were comfortable... 

Ever so gently, he rubbed the inside of your thigh, his way of reassuring you while also helping you relax. Were you that tense under him? You keened into his touched, loving the way he made you feel. 

“You been fucking men with tiny cocks this whole time?” He joked, making you scoff out a small laugh. 

“No, just not that... big.” 

You expected him to make another joke, something about stroking his ego, but instead he leaned in to kiss you, his hand rubbing circles on your hip now. “I’ll go slow. Don’t be worried,” he reassured. You bucked into him instinctively when you felt his fingers at your entrance. He slid two fingers inside, moving slowly. “I stretched you out pretty good anyway.” He pressed upwards, causing you to moan. “You’ll take it.” 

His words made you tingle all over, something kind of vulgar about them that made you not so anxious now. Pulling out, he ran his fist over his length again and you felt a little sorry for him. You didn’t want to keep him waiting anymore. You didn’t want to wait anymore. 

Seokjin caught you watching him and smiled, leaning closer. “Yeah?” He asked your permission. 

You nodded, crossing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “Yeah.” He repositioned himself, sitting taller on his knees as he pushed the tip of his cock up against your entrance. You wanted him closer, reaching for him as you murmured, “Kiss me.” 

He listened immediately, moving over your body to meet your lips. He started to push inside, carefully, an inch or so at a time. “Fuck,” he mumbled, as your warmth continued to surround him. “You feel amazing.” 

You moaned out in agreement, the stretch nothing but pleasurable as he sunk a little further. You went to look between your bodies, curious. 

“No, don’t look down.” He stopped you, kissing your mouth over and over again, distracting you successfully. “Not yet. Wait until I’m fully inside.” 

You didn’t know why he was so adamant. Maybe he didn’t want you to potentially freak out and see him pushing that massive ass dick into you, or maybe he just really wanted your first sight to be you stuffed full of him... You moaned at the thought, feeling him push even deeper. God, you loved this feeling. 

“Seokjin–!” 

His mouth was against your neck now, kissing you softly. “Just a little bit more.” His voice was tight, strained under the increasing pleasure he was feeling, mixed with the urge to delve straight inside. 

You planted your feet to the bed, widening your legs just a tad to silently let him know you were more than ready. With one more nudge he slipped all the way in. You knew because you felt his hips press into yours, that and the moan he gave out. “Ngh. Yeah. Shit.” 

You looked down, Seokjin’s lips frozen against your shoulder. “Oh, my god,” you whispered, taking in the sight of where your bodies met. You felt incredibly full, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it was pleasant. Incredibly pleasant. 

“Can’t believe I’m inside you,” he awed next to your ear, and it took you a moment to realise he was staring too. 

You cupped his face, sliding your hands around the back of his head to weave your fingers in his hair, grip firm. “Move,” you informed him, needing him to start fucking you immediately before you cried. 

He got to work, your hands now travelling the expanse of his back as he rocked his hips into you at a painfully steady pace, the chain on his neck swinging back and forth. His hands were either side of your head on the pillow, his breathing heavy as he cast his gaze down to your eyes. “You literally have the warmest cunt I’ve ever felt.” 

Your face heated up immediately, not expecting such an admission and instinctively you dipped your chin. You might’ve really liked it but it was still embarrassing, nonetheless. You heard him chuckle, a hand reaching to cup your cheek, making you look at him again. “What? Not used to guys talking dirty to you?”

“It’s not that.” You shook your head.  “I usually don’t like it.” It was true. Nobody had been able to pull it off well in the past, usually feeling cringey and unnatural. But with Seokjin... It made you feel some type of way. 

He smirked, although it looked a little strained due to the way he was still thrusting inside you. “That’s because they never did it properly. It’s an art form.”

He was lucky his bragging held up... 

You ran your hands down the small of his back, cupping his ass gently as you pushed down with each thrust of his hips. You couldn’t help but moan each time he bottomed out, wriggling under him. 

“It feels good, right? Nothing hurts?” He asked, nuzzling his face into the side of yours. You shook your head. “Good.” 

With your assurance, he thrust into you hard, causing you to shoot up the bed. You dug your nails into his ass with the shock. “Seokjin—!” 

He repeated, slowly pulling out until just the tip of his cock was inside and then slamming back in. “Told you I’ll fit.” He murmured, sliding out again, looking down your body as it shook. “This pussy couldn’t wait for me to fuck it.” 

You cried out as he hit deep, even more pleasurable because of his shameless mouth. “Again!” You begged, hands raking up his back now as you attempted to roll your hips into his, but it was no use, he had you pinned down, held prisoner by his dick. 

“Patience, baby,” he purred against your ear. “It’s not a race.” 

Your breath shook. There it was, that word again. When he was inside you like this, it didn’t sound half as bad. 

Despite his comment, he gradually started to speed up, straightening his back to fuck you harder, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you planted, although you couldn’t help but grind your hips into him, chasing more and more. When his fingers brushed over your clit, you fluttered your eyes closed, brows furrowed. 

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, soft moans leaving your mouth involuntary, enjoying the sensation of him circling your clit. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum?” He asked – more like goaded. Your skin prickled, his tone setting you alight. “Gonna cum all over my dick?” 

You let out a strangled cry, squeezing around him, your thighs spreading further, desperate to feel him deeper. Grunting, he leaned over your body, snapping his hips harder, his motions against your clit firmer, the pads of all four fingers rubbing tight circles. 

“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned. “Tell me how much you love it. Don’t be shy.” 

Once again you felt your cheeks heat up, reluctant despite how good he was making you feel. 

“Y/N.” He commanded gently, and you slowly found his gaze, jaw slack. “Let me know how you’re feeling. How much you love me fucking you.” 

You wanted to. You really wanted to. It was only fair given how much he was praising you too. There was nothing wrong with him wanting you to stroke his ego right now, despite how unaccustomed you were to dirty talking. 

“I love it so much,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop. You’re going to make me cum.” 

Not that you could label that as dirty talk... You sounded a little awkward, cringing at yourself, but Seokjin seemed to like it, dropping lower to kiss you, grunting into your mouth. You felt encouraged enough to continue. You weaved your fingers in his hair, loving the sound of his panting. “Seokjin, please make me cum. You feel so fucking amazing. I love your dick, don’t stop fucking me.” 

His hips stuttered as he processed your words and then he growled, kickstarting them again – much harder. “That’s a dangerous thing to ask, Y/N,” he warned, breaking away from your mouth to stare down at you, expression dark. Each thrust sent your headboard into the wall. 

“You want me to keep fucking you even after you cum?” 

“Oh, god,” you moaned as he slammed into you, his fingers against your clit unrelenting. “Ye-ss! You can fuck me all night if you like.” 

“Don’t,” he whined, his face dropping into the crook of your neck before he growled again, flinging himself up. 

Still on his knees between your thighs, he lifted one of your legs up, hooking it casually over his shoulder, fingers on his left hand digging into the meat of your thigh. You spread your other leg, resting it on top of his knee, his right hand holding you flat until he found your clit again, two fingertips stroking it steadily. 

Your thighs started to shake, the rest of your body tense as your middle jerked up against his touch. He kept fucking you, stopping each time he was fully inside of you to grind against your insides. 

“Seokjin, I want to—” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, pleasure too strong. You were so tense your release seemed like it would never come.

“Just let go. Cum.” He told you, his voice tight, neck strained. “Just think of how good I’m making you feel. You’re so wet, I’m sliding everywhere.” 

You could hear yourself, squelching with each snap of his hips and circle of his fingers. Suddenly he slapped down with his hand, not especially hard, but it made your body jerk, a cry of surprise leaving you. “Seokjin, fuck.” 

He instantly went back to playing with your clit,   you pulsed red hot. “You like that, baby?” He purred, voice low, rolling his dick inside you at a deadly rhythm. “You’re such a fucking tease.” He smirked. “Knew you’d be dirty, or do I just bring out that side of you?” 

All you could do was moan, the shock of his palm against your core still zapping up your body, your hips moving with his, urging him to keep going because you were so close, teetering over the edge. Pushing his body weight into you, still gripping your leg against his chest, you sunk further into the mattress. 

“Just concentrate on how my cock feels.” He helped you along, words flying out of his mouth as you squeezed around his cock tightly. “How my fingers feel. I really want to make you cum.” He groaned loudly, determination in his tone. “Soak me.” 

“Fuck.” This was it, you could feel the build-up of your orgasm cresting. “Seokjin, I’m—!” You broke off with a moan as pleasure engulfed you. “Coming. I’m coming.” 

Your body stiffened, foot trembling above his shoulder, but Seokjin kept fucking you through the waves that wracked through you, his fingers against your clit easing up slightly, careful not to overstimulate you. Your head was spinning as you started to feel your orgasm gradually wane, warmth flowing through your veins as your limbs started to relax again. You gasped for breath, amazed by what had just happened. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d come like that... if ever. 

Seokjin’s hips slowed down, carefully dropping your leg to the bed as he eased up and crawled over you, mouth finding yours, your tongues meshing together sloppily. You wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his waist and tugged him closer. He was still inside you, not moving, but that soon changed as you started to roll your hips into his. You still wanted him, orgasm only making you hornier, however possible that was. 

“I-I can carry on?” He asked thickly, shallowly fucking inside of you now, pace uneven. 

“Please,” you murmured against his ear. “I said don’t stop.” 

He groaned, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before knocking into you harder, slow but calculated. He felt bigger inside of you, the result of your walls tightening, but you loved it, your fingers playing with the chain at the nape of his neck. The metal was cool, a big difference to his skin which was hot and slick with his sweat. 

“Not too hard?” He asked, grunting with each thrust. 

You pulled him to you closer, ignoring the way his pelvis rubbed against your core, still a little sensitive. “Fuck me however hard and fast you like.” Running your hands along his muscular back you felt him shiver, a tight whine escaping his lips as your words got to him. You felt pretty chuffed. 

“You feel so fucking amazing, Seokjin. You’re so good at this.” You praised, words falling from you naturally and unprompted. 

His brain didn’t seem to be functioning anymore, unable to respond to you, the feeling of his impending orgasm too distracting, but he moaned at your words, face falling to your shoulder as he just. Kept. Fucking. You. His thrusts were hard, but not as calculated as before. You could tell by the way he was breathing he was close, his grunts muffled but still audible. 

“Gonna–gonna c–”

You could hear that too, feel the way his body stiffened instantly, and he rammed deep inside you, waiting for the first spill of cum. You gripped him tight, loving the way his body shook as he came, and you welcomed each tremor as his cum filled the condom. 

“Oh, my fuck,” he gasped, the last surge the strongest, and you suppressed the giggle that wanted to escape your throat. He was pretty speechless, you guessed. “Shit. Fuck. Shit.” 

He laid on top of you for a few moments, catching his breath while muttering expletives into your skin. You liked being weighted down by his body, you couldn’t describe it, it just felt good. 

“Seokjin?” You questioned, turning your head as much you could to rouse him. His back was all clammy, the hairs against the back of his neck damp with sweat. 

He slowly lifted himself up, hands pressing into mattress. “I think my brain just blew to pieces.” Blowing air out of his mouth, he noticed his lips were wet. He brought a hand up to feel. “I fucking dribbled.” He chuckled, wiping himself clean. 

“Hot,” you teased, watching him roll off you and remove the soiled condom, tying a knot at the top. He sat up, looking around for your trashcan before spotting one near your closet. It gave you a great view of his ass when he walked over to throw it away. 

You rolled onto your side as he came back, joining you on the bed, stretching his arm behind his head as he looked over at you, a smugness to his face. “I don’t want to take all the credit but I’m pretty sure that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” 

You shrugged casually, trying your best not to smile. “Yeah, I’d rate it like an 8/10.” 

“Hey,” he exclaimed incredulously. 

“I’m messing around.” You laughed, your hand reaching to play with his necklace, your eyes skimming down his torso. “It was amazing.” 

“Yeah?” He smirked, stealing a small kiss. 

You nodded. “I kinda want to go again...” 

He raised an eyebrow. “So you don’t want me to leave?” 

Laughing, you hit his chest playfully. “Did you imagine I’d kick you out straight away or something?” 

“No,” he insisted, looking a little embarrassed. “I just... I don’t know.” He looked really happy that wasn’t the case though. As if you’d kick him out after that performance. You were making the most out of tonight… 

You laid your head down on the pillow, still looking at him, weirdly uncaring that you were still naked. “You have more condoms on you, right?”

“I came prepared – just in case.” He felt the urge to add, not seeming to care his junk was still out at all. “Do you want to go again right now?”

You chuckled. “Give it a little while. You wore me out.” Although, you’d be highly impressed if he was able to go for round two immediately. 

“Sure,” he agreed, folding his other hand behind his head too, Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke. “I could do with a nap.” 

A nap definitely sounded good right about now. You tapped his chest, sitting up. “Let me pee first.” 

Standing, you grabbed the gown draped over your wicker chair and slipped in on. Not before Seokjin snuck a glance though, groaning to himself and burying his face into the bed as if he couldn’t go on any longer. 

“Ugh, your body.” 

.

.

You woke up to a phone ringing. It sounded like it was coming from the floor because you could hear vibrations against the wood. Seokjin groaned and then slipped from under you, letting your head down gently to rest on the pillow. 

Once you’d come back from the bathroom you’d immediately jumped under the covers, feeling it cold now and encouraged Seokjin to follow. You’d cuddled for a little bit, your head on his chest and before long you’d fallen asleep. It couldn’t have been that long ago, and one look at your alarm clock as Seokjin searched for his phone in his jeans, told you it was half past midnight. 

“Who was it?” You asked sleepily, hearing it ring off just as he grabbed it. 

“Jungkook.” 

“Why is he calling so late?” 

Seokjin put the phone down on your dresser and got back into bed, wrapping his arms around you. He was still naked, the thought got you a little excited. 

“Probably gonna ask if I want to play a game of League.” Video games at this time? What was he, still in high school? You halted your judgement though, settling back against his chest. 

“I’ll just pretend I was asleep,” he shrugged. 

“You were asleep.” 

There was a pause, and then you felt his hand travel to ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You still had your gown on, but it was thin, and you could feel the heat of his palm easily. “I’m awake now,” he murmured. “Are you?”

“I guess so,” you teased, nudging your pelvis into his thigh ever so gently, silently giving him the go ahead. 

“I’ll tell Jungkook I was a little preoccupied then...” 

You lifted your head, looking unimpressed. “Don’t you dare.” 

Laughing loudly, he leaned in to kiss you. “As if he’d believe me.” You weren’t particularly listening though, too busy getting addicted to his mouth again. 

You soon found yourself on top of him, his dick hard against your stomach as you made out furiously , his fingers brushing against the lips of your entrance, teasing you. 

He pulled his head back, a boyish grin on his face. “Can you ride me this time?”

Written 2020 - 2021.  Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021 

[wintersongstress]

What Remains of a Butterfly

Summary: A glimpse into the after; of where you and Arthur find yourselves after the fall of the Van der Linde gang.  

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Tags: fluff, mild mentions of smut

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: a gift for the lovely and kind-hearted @actuallyhansolo​, though this piece was inspired by a prompt I received in my inbox ages ago. I hope you enjoy ♥ Also a big thank you to @the-halo-of-my-memory​ for being the best beta I could ask for :)

1905 — Gallatin, Montana; 

“Try not to squeeze ‘er with your heels, else the horse’ll canter. You wanna grip her sides with your legs,” calls out Arthur from across the front pasture. A little neigh follows, carrying through the heavenly sigh of the breeze whistling down through the forests and into the valley you called home. Thistle and larkspur waver in its wake, flowing and flawing with streaks and splashes of color, and the hum of bumble bees fills the air. The only intrusion to the symphony of nature’s awakening is the occasional creak of dead wood as your seat on the front porch leans, forwards then backwards.

Overhead, a flock of warblers glide across the sky. Their song, a rising whistle, twittering and sweet, melds with the leathered yet honeyed tone of Arthur’s voice. A gentleness he reserved for one special person laces his rough timbre. Your eyes draw away from your knitting needles at the sound, and the sight that greets you warms your heart.

Your daughter Cora sits astride a chestnut pony, the straw hat covering her head askew. From beneath the floppy brim the early morning sunshine warms her cheeks, revealing the determined twist of her mouth as she heeds her father’s instruction. She hangs onto the reins and her hat, her neat braid bouncing as the horse trots in circles in the grass. Autumn’s hooves below her thud the earth softly, her cinnamon tail flicking and catching the gold of the sun all the while.

A long, satisfied breath fills your lungs. The windsong, calm as a seaside, lulls you into a deep state of bliss as you listen to the harmony it inspires in the surrounding land. Your porch chair rocks as you hum a thoughtful melody, stitching together the tight, blue row of a sock while taking in the splendors of the hour.

From a thousand places in the grass, little gems of dew wink back rainbows in the sunrays. Clouds drift seamlessly along the horizon like the verses of a poem, embellishing a sky flushed the color of a ripe peach. The sunlight has breached the distant snow-patched mountain peaks, its golden warmth lifting the mantle of fog settled deep in the green dark shadows of the valley. The wind rises forever and again, breathing life into the lungs of the cottonwood forest and stirring all that lay deep within wide awake. Woodpeckers flit amongst the treetops in their quest for insects, but all around far and near bird song prevails.

Comforted by the gift of your present, you tug free more yarn from the basket beside you. A hummingbird visits the columbines growing along the side of your homestead as you knit, gone in a flash of bronze. You pause at the boon of its appearance, but your eyes distractedly settle across the way.

Arthur leans on the paddock fence with his elbows propped up as he watches over Cora. A cup of coffee steams in his hand. He raises it and takes a sip, and you note with amusement that only three of his fingers fit through the handle. His fingernails are clean and square against the tin.

In all of your time together you never tired of the way the morning light poured over his tall frame. A heavenly gold illuminates the outlines of his arms and shoulders in his cotton white shirt. His sleeves, rolled humbly up to his elbows, display his tanned forearms, and a pair of dark suspenders divide his strong back handsomely. You never ceased to appreciate how lucky you were to have this view daily, and with each day, your love for Arthur and your family grew tenfold.

After a hearty breakfast of pancakes and eggs, Arthur took your daughter out to the horse pasture to learn how to ride—much at her own insistence and prodding. From a young age Cora shared his deep respect for horses and spent time with the ones you kept every day, grooming, feeding, and bonding with them. In the mornings you washed the dishes together, and afterwards, Cora bolted outside eager to start her lesson.

Today Arthur had lingered in the kitchen once the porch door slammed shut behind her and you were at once alone. The tick of the clock on the floral-papered wall was the only sound for a moment, until Arthur withdrew from the table.

You stood before the washing basin, drying a plate with a dish towel and adding it to a stack on the counter when he slipped his arms around you from behind and held you close. All of your quiet thoughts of the arriving day paused. Together, you breathed in. Your eyes closed. No words were needed between you to speak of the content that settled in your hearts then. He had only hummed a deep sound that passed through you, and began to gently sway you in a dance as you both basked warmly in the window. A jar of amber honey on the sill bloomed light, pouring gold like a waterfall. The birds sang—they always sang in this heavenly place—and you tilted your head back against his broad chest. You melted in his arms when his mouth pressed upon yours and it was a long, blind time before he pulled away.

When the kiss ended his forehead softened against your brow, him stealing a moment to remember you like this. He traced his thumb along the curve of your cheek, a sense of deep wonder speaking through his touch, and you sighed your assent.

In the beginning doubts plagued him. Years before when he knelt before you with a ring amidst a meadow of lupines, his hands held the slightest tremble until you took them into your own, guiding the pale stone down your finger and kissing away his uncertainties. He made promises to do right by you, and he kept every one of them.

In time, he came to believe in the second chance life had granted you both. It made it all the more fortuitous that your first child was a girl.

The embrace in the kitchen was one of beyond number. Arthur was a man of few words but many looks, so you understood his silent language of showing thankfulness. From the careful touch of his hands, moving as if to measure and memorize your importance to him, to the curve of his blooming half-smile, his expression voiced an ineffable gratitude and a disbelief that you shared this life together. His devotion never waned, but the encumbrance of the past did, the fetters that once hindered your steps toward freedom breaking when he built this homestead for you. They shattered forever when you first told him you were pregnant, standing on the porch in the twilight, his arms in their favorite place around you.

When the tingle of his kiss dissipated from your lips, your eyes had been slow to open at last.

“What was that one for?” You murmured in the space between you.

His soft, sage green gaze found yours, and the love in his eyes could not be misunderstood or undervalued. As always, your heart melted like the April snows at the warmth that look bloomed in your chest.

“Nothin’. Jus’…all you do is make me happy,” he confessed, following the gentle ways the angle of the sun fell upon your face.

“Oh you.”

With your heart strings plucked, you turned in the circle of his arms to embrace him. You nuzzled your nose along the endearing divot of his and let the softness of his smile melt against yours once more. The tannic scent of oak and pine and the musk of gun oil seeped into your senses, and you let yourself get carried away and intoxicated with his nearness and the rasp of his beard beneath your touch.

Cora’s prompting from outside tethered Arthur to his promise and he broke away from you with a sigh, although his warm hands slid down your hips longingly before departing.

“Real eager, that one is.”

“You better get to it,” you laughed and made to finish putting away the breakfast dishes. The other chores of the household could wait for an hour, you decided, as you made to rejoin them on the porch with your knitting.

Cats lazed about beside you presently, preening and stretching their legs before turning their watchful golden eyes to the high grasses in search of mice. One of them stalks up to Arthur at his post, weaving between his feet and brushing a white tail against his knee with affection. He reaches down and scratches its neck, the cat lifting itself on its feet to meet him halfway.

Doubtlessly he was smiling beneath his hat, as you were. You could only imagine what the sunlight must be doing to the color of his eyes as the sides crinkle with amusement.

Cora’s pony begins to straighten its gait and walks in a line, causing her to squeal with delight from her saddle.

“Daddy! I’m doing it! I’m doing it!”

“There you go! Keep holdin’ the reins, just like that. Lead ‘em to the left and right to steer.”

“Mama! Look!”

Your joy is instant.

“You’re doing wonderful!” You cheer. Cora giggles, her cheeks dimpling from her contagious glee. The bow laced at the end of her braid flutters like a butterfly’s wings as she rides through the pasture gracefully. The image of her with her gingham neckerchief around her throat, sitting proud in the saddle struck you with familiarity. She looked so natural, so at ease; so much like her father.

They mosey along at a steady pace and Arthur laughs under his breath. “Well, look at that. You’re a natural.”

He was always so patient and attentive with Cora, shushing her cries and soothing her when she was a baby, encouraging her every little step as she grew. Long ago you envisioned how great of a father he could be, despite his own uncertainty and the paucity of his self-worth. It took years for him to believe he deserved any of the happiness you found in each other, but he always wanted to protect it, never wanting to lose what mattered most to him.

Dutch abused the protective nature of Arthur’s heart, channeled it for his own gain and allocated it to his benefit. For years he strove to bring pride to his surrogate father, giving his all. But he knew. Arthur knew before it was too late when he was being used. You were the first to confess the hidden fondness you held for him, and it was the push he needed to start thinking for himself. Much as he tried to convince you of his own lowly opinion of himself, you persisted in your beliefs that he was a good man, deserving of happiness. Regardless of whether or not he found it with you.

Moments like this were the ones you wanted to capture and hold. Because reaching this place was worth every pain you endured, every mistake, and every misfortune if it meant it all led to this moment.

A breeze stirs the porch wind chimes. Their soft notes tinkle, joining the songbirds singing the joy of another sunrise. In the warm blanket of the wind the scent of alfalfa chases up your nose. You close your eyes against it, listening to the earth and the skies and the peals of Cora’s laughter. When it settles you open them again, finding Arthur’s gaze fastened to you from across the prairie. Caught, he smiles to himself bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck while his gaze dips to the slight swell of your belly and the pair of baby socks in your lap.

Warmth floods through you at the remembrance of that same smile earlier this morning, when the first blue light of day came and slipped through the gossamer curtains. Thoughts of Arthur’s mouth—soft and warm with sleep against your bare shoulder—tucks your lip behind your teeth and turns your gaze shy under his. But it lingered all the same.

The way he traced your skin with the lightest drag of his fingertips as you laid side by side in the early dawn light. How his touches led to languid kisses along your neck until he reached the spot that always made you sigh, your hands slipping along the lovely angles of his stubbled jaw to get lost in the soft, golden brown strands of his hair. How you let him lay you below him before he settled over you, the bedsheets catching on the small of his back. The roughness of his palms sliding along the delicate lace of your chemise, raising it all until it bunched around your shoulders. Parting your legs and lifting them around his hips, his calloused thumb drifting between—

“I think horsey is getting tired,” Cora announces, and Arthur snaps his attention back to her. You cross your legs and take a deep breath to compose yourself, returning your thoughts to the chaste exercise of knitting.

“Let’s give her a rest, then.”

Cora pulls up on the reins and Autumn yields.

Arthur dumps the remaining dregs of his coffee and leaves the cup on the fence, swinging his way through the paddock gate. In a few minutes he would be leaving for town, a star pinned to his vest and a promise to return before sundown. It made it all the more precious that he spent this time with her.

He lifts Cora off the saddle, his hands swallowing her tiny waist. She yelps with delight as he spins her around once, twice, exclaiming how proud he is and how fast she is growing up. Her braid and her skirts swing around her small frame until Arthur sets her down, squatting down to her level. With a mellow voice he speaks, encouraging her to thank the animal and explaining how important it is to show your horse you respect them. Cora nods. She reaches out and strokes Autumn’s neck, patting it alongside Arthur until she whickers and leans into the girl’s touch. With a grin, Arthur produces a crumbling oat cake from his satchel and Cora obediently holds out the treat. She laughs when a wet tongue tickles her hand.

They begin to lead the horse into the stable and Arthur squeezes her shoulders, telling her how well she did. Their words fade into the barn, indiscernible from where you sit, but your heart swells with contentment and a great rush of affection floods through you.

The gold band of your wedding ring rests coolly against your finger. You admire the smooth facets of the oval stone, the mounted sapphire twinkling in the light, thinking again of the first time you saw it and the pure happiness it brought as you trace its edges. Long ago and far away were the days of turmoil and gloom, for as dark as the past was is how bright your future together became. For you were safe at last, harbored in the arms of one another, thriving under the roof Arthur built where your family could grow. And it was all more than you could ever dream of.

A butterfly alights the roses growing along the trellis on the side of the house. Orange and black wings dance, flitting among unfolded dark pink petals and seeking the golden centers within. From one, to the next, to the next, the butterfly graces each bloom and delivers the promise of a sweeter future from its visit, leaving your world also a little better from its passage through it.

[rainydaydream-gal18]

Steve Rogers x Reader: The Nutcracker (AU) Part 1

[Author’s Note:  Sooooo I started this story last year and never got around to finishing it, so I ended up taking the parts I’d written off tumblr.  This time, I finally wrote an end to this story and felt like it’d be a nice thing to post around the holidays.

It’s an Avengers fanfic, but it’s the story of the Nutcracker (more like the Barbie one where the reader is not a little girl lol)

Warning, these are long]

   With a sigh, you watched the clock tick from a spot on the floral-patterned couch as you fiddled with a pencil and blank sheet of paper and thought of something to draw.  Your younger brother busied himself playing with the action figures your grandparents got him as a Christmas Eve present.  He was so spoiled it drove you crazy.  It seemed he got everything he wanted at the drop of a hat.  Grandparents are supposed to spoil you a little, but it felt like everyone took part in spoiling him.  Meanwhile, you worked hard and tried to earn what you wanted on your own.

      Your grandfather entered the sitting room, pocket watch in hand.  “Your Aunt Lily has arrived,” he announced.  “Why don’t you kids help her with the bags?”

     He was so cute.  To him, the two of you would always be “kids.”  You immediately got off the couch to help, but paused.

    “_(brother’s name),” you called to your brother.  He glanced up from his action figures.  “Are you going to help?”

    He resumed moving the action figures around.  “I’ll be there in a minute.”  Translation in little brother language: Never.

   Sensing your irritation, your grandpa nodded.  “I appreciate you helping out, Gumdrop.  Thank you.”

    You couldn’t be upset anyway because Aunt Lily was here!  She was definitely the cool aunt that took you out shopping and encouraged you to be yourself.  You had actually formed a friendship as you grew more mature.  Only problem is, she was almost constantly trying to interest you with a guy.  Every Christmas it was the same thing; her gesturing to handsome strangers and giving you suggestive looks.  Still, she was very fun to be around.

    “____________!” she greeted as you emerged from the hallway into your grandparents’ kitchen where some of the relatives gathered to welcome her.  “There’s my favorite niece!  Merry Christmas.”

    “Merry Christmas!” You said with a laugh as she pulled you into a big hug.  After a long squeeze, Aunt Lily released you.  “How was the trip?”

    “It was good!  Long, but good.”

    “Awesome,” you nodded.  “Let me help you with your things.”

   “You’re such a sweetheart,” she grinned.  “There are a few goodies in the trunk of my car if you don’t mind grabbing them for me.  Thank you so much!”  You grinned back and headed to the front door to slide on your boots.  A part of you hated stepping out into the snowy afternoon.  The icy winds chilled you to the bone instantly, but seeing everything clad in sparkling white was worth it.  You folded your arms and hurried past the dozen cars belonging to other relatives until you reached Aunt Lily’s.  After retrieving the big Christmas bags and a suitcase, you locked the car and went inside.

   “I think that’s everything,” you stated, kicking the snow off your boots at the doormat.  Some snow may have gotten on your Captain America socks.  Ugh.

   “Thank you again!”  Aunt Lily took a few bags off your hands.  As you helped her put gifts under the tree, you both got caught up.  She told you about her most recent road trip, the hotel she stayed at and even the celebrity she ran into, while you listed in wonder.  In turn, you told her about college and all the latest friend group drama.  After everything was unpacked, Aunt Lily reached under the tree and picked out a wrapped gift.  “This,” she began, handing it to you, “is for you.  An early Christmas gift from me.”

   “Oh,” you smiled.  “Thank you!”  You in turn grabbed a particular gift from under the tree and handed it to her.  “This is for you!”

    She gave you a kiss on the cheek.  “You’re such a sweetie.”

    After unloading the remaining things from her car, you found a quiet place away from the family hustle and bustle to open your gift from her.  Your brother came running into the room.

   “Look what Aunt Lily got me!”  He held up a box of building blocks set.  The picture on the front of the box showed what the finished product would look like.  This one resembled superhero compound, complete with the heroes in figurine form.  “What did you get, ___________?” He asked as he climbed over into your personal space.  But of course, he couldn’t leave you in peace for five minutes.

   You rolled your eyes.  “I don’t know yet, bro, I haven’t had the chance to open it yet.”

   “Oh,” he shrugged.  “Well then, carry on.”

   With a few rips, you tore through the wrapping paper like you had when you were a kid just for fun.  As soon as you saw the red, white, and blue shield you gasped.  

   It was a Captain America themed nutcracker!  He was so adorable too!  His outfit was red-white, and blue, and sort of looked more like the usual princely garb a nutcracker would wear instead of his usual costume, but he held the shield in one hand.

   “Oh wow!  This is so neat!”  You exclaimed.  

   “I’m so glad you like it,” Aunt Lily said.  She had entered the room to watch your reaction.  It was no secret that you went crazy for this sort of thing.  You were a total geek when it came to Marvel movies as well as Marvel-related merch, and you were proud.

   “I wanna see!”  Your brother whined as he struggled to reach for it.

   “__(brother’s name)__,” Aunt Lily scolded.  “That is ____________’s.  I got you something of your own.  Why don’t you go put it together?”

   He immediately became preoccupied with his own project, and you mouthed the words “thank you” to your aunt.  A dazzling smile played on her lips in response.  She was the coolest.

   The whole family squeezed into your grandparents’ dining room for dinner. It was a lively meal with people chatting and catching up.  Some relatives lived far away and could only visit a few times a year, so this was kind of a big deal.  You were asked a million questions about college, your part-time job, and friends. You filled everyone in on the deets about classes and the part-time job you got working at the local bookstore.

   “We’re so proud of you,” Aunt Lily said, and you couldn’t help but grin back. That was always nice to hear.

   “This one is so smart.  Always has her nose in a book, whether it is for school or just because she enjoys reading,” your mother said.  You blushed at the attention.

   “That’s good,” your grandma said.  “Keep it up.  Keep learning.”

   A few conversations later, the family went to their rooms to get changed into pajamas for the evening.  There would be a Christmas movie or two in the living room shortly.  Since your brother was the youngest in the family, he got to pick the movie.  The two of you exchanged knowing looks, and he chose Polar Express.

   “Yesss!” you gave him a big hug.

   As much as the two of you could be annoyed with each other, he was still your brother.  Both of you sat next to each other in pajamas and shared a bowl of popcorn as your grandpa tried to figure out how to work the DVD player.  Technology had developed to the point where any movie could be accessed digitally in an instant, and he was still trying to understand how DVD players worked.  You felt bad, but you and your brother tried to hold back giggles.

   At the start of the movie, you were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.  As it progressed though, you began to feel tired. Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep.

   - - - - 

   “I’m sorry, __________,” someone sobbed.  You were awake instantly, blinking your eyes open.  The living room was empty.  It was after midnight, and everyone must have gone to bed already. The TV was off, but a cozy fire warmed the room with a dim light from the fireplace.  You rubbed your eyes and focused on your brother who stood in front of you, crying.

   “What?  What’s wrong?” you asked with a sigh.

   “I...I didn’t mean to do it.  I just wanted to play…”

   Your eyes went from his teary eyes to what he held in his hand.  It was your Captain America nutcracker.  His arm had been twisted at an odd angle.  Your brother held the shield, which had broken off, in his other hand.  Your first instinct was to get angry.

   “What did you do?” you demanded.  “You shouldn’t have been playing with him in the first place. Aunt Lily gave him to me.  You got your own present!”            

   “I know, I’m sorry,” he cried.  “I didn’t mean to break him.”

   You sighed again.  It was apparent he really felt bad, and you knew he would never have broken something of yours on purpose.

   “It’s okay,” you said finally.  “Well, it’s not okay, but I forgive you.  Thank you for coming to me instead of trying to hide it.”

   Relief washed over his face that you weren’t going to freak out on him, but he still showed signs of guilt.  “I can get you a new one.”

   “No, no, that’s okay.  This one is special from Aunt Lily, and I’m not going to give up on him just because he had a little rough patch.”  You gently took the nutcracker from your brother.  “You don’t give up on people just because they’re broken.”  

   You focused your attention on the Captain America nutcracker in hand.  He still needed a little fixing.  Your brother went and fetched some glue from the miscellaneous drawer in the kitchen. You used a ribbon from the package Aunt Lily gave your earlier to make a sort of temporary sling to keep the nutcracker’s arm in place.  You looked into his painted blue eyes and smiled.  They seemed to sparkle now.  Perhaps they had always been this bright, and you just hadn’t noticed before.

   Your brother returned with the glue, and helped you reattached the shield. He did a good job.

   “There,” you said.  “He’s looking pretty good.”

   “Yeah, he is.”  Your brother agreed.  Then, he wiggled his eyebrows.  “Good enough to kiss?”

   You gave him a look.

   “What?  I heard you talking to your friend on the phone once.  I know you think Captain America is ‘hawt,’ so don’t even deny it.”

   You rolled your eyes and grabbed the nearest couch pillow to fling at his face. “Alright, you just ruined the brother-sister bonding moment.”

   He stuck his tongue out at you.

   “What are you, two years old?” You threw another couch pillow.  “Anyway, it’s late.  I’m going back to sleep.”  You gathered the pillows again and fluffed them up before lying back down on the couch.  “I think I’ll stay out here and enjoy the fire.”

   “Okay, I’m going to my room,” your brother said.  “Goodnight, thanks for not killing me.”

   “Goodnight,” you opened a sleepy eye to watch him leave the room.  Then, you chuckled.  “Oy, I’m tired…”

               - - - -

   Crash.  You were ripped from a cozy, deep slumber to the sound of glass shattering.  A loud bang sounded.  More glass shattered.  You would have blamed your grandparents’ cat if it weren’t for the fact that they haven’t had a cat in years.

   That’s when you really woke up.  Fear gripped you as the sounds came from behind the couch, near the Christmas tree. It had to be an intruder.  But what the hay were they doing near the tree? Stealing presents?  A part of you was scared to look.  Still, you slowly and quietly poked your head up just enough to peek over the back of the couch.

   What you saw amazed and horrified you.

   Your Captain America nutcracker was launching his shield at what looked like a miniature Chitauri.

   “What the actual heck?” you whispered.

   The Chitauri was decapitated, but another leapt out from behind the Christmas tree.  The nutcracker charged at him and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.   More jumped in, and he fought them off skillfully.  But he didn’t seem to notice another sneaking up behind him.

   You weren’t sure what came over you.  Whether this was a dream or not, you did not want to see Captain America get mauled by one of those creepy things.  You hurried around the couch.

   “Watch out!” you called out, and fortunately, you reached him in time. Without thinking, you stomped your foot. Ew.  There might be creepy chitauri gunk under your slipper now…

   Your nutcracker looked up at you, his painted blue eyes seemingly sparkled more now.

   “Thanks,” he said.

   “No problem…” You managed a smile and a shrug.  This was crazy.  It had to be a dream.

   He seemed to sense your unease.  “This must be strange for you,” he said as he resumed fighting oncoming enemies.  “I will explain soon.”

   “Sure,” you nodded, biting your lip as you noticed a particularly large group of chitauri crowding around your feet.  It was no trouble.  A few swift kicks sent them all flying.  

   “Hm, darling,” a strangely familiar voice spoke.  “This isn’t going to work…I cannot afford any flaws in my plan.”

   “Loki?” you said in disbelief.  “But it’s been years since the first Avengers came out…Why are you still the bad guy?”

   He emerged from behind the tree, a little shorter than your Captain America nutcracker, except he had used his illusion abilities to look like a mouse. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.  “However, I do know that you are getting in the way.  You’re too tall, I’d rather you be small…” He waved his scepter, and suddenly everything around you began to grow.  

   Or rather, it was you who was shrinking.  

   The chitauri that were coming at your feet so pitifully became more of a threat as you reached their eye level.  You squeaked as they crowded you, one grabbing your arm.  Just then, a few of them roared and began to back off.

   Your nutcracker came barreling into the mob, quickly wrapping a wooden arm around you and pulling you from the danger.

   “Y-you rescued me,” you gasped.  “Thank you!”

   “Of course,” he replied.  “But don’t thank me yet, _________.”  He released you, but kept holding your hand as he raced away.  “We’ve got to get out of here and back to the Kingdom.”

   “What?”

   “Yes, to find the Sugarplum Princess.  She’s the only one who can change you back and rescue us all from the Wannabe Mouse King.”

   “Oh, goodie.”  You clung to him as he leaped up onto a tree branch.  “And how do we find this Sugar Pear-“

      “Sugarplum Princess,” he corrected gently.  “And I’m not sure.”  The two of you became the climb up the tree.  You had done some tree-climbing as a kid, but this was something else.  

      You wondered why the heck the two of you were climbing the tree if you needed to get back to this “Kingdom.”  Your nutcracker remained at your side, ensuring you didn’t fall whenever your foot slipped on a branch.

   “We have to get to the star of the tree,” he said, as if reading your thoughts.  “It’s our way out.”

   Behind you, a few chitauri-minions began climbing too.  The Mouse King with Loki’s voice shouted commands and threats to them as you and the nutcracker managed to reach the top.

   The star looked so big and bright to you in this size.  Was it just you, or….was it glowing brighter?

   Nutcracker-Steve ushered you closer to the star.  He took your hand in his and touched it to the star.  With that, there was a flash of light, a sensation of falling, and suddenly you felt chilly.

   Opening your eyes, you saw a blanket of white stretching out miles and miles before you.  Snowy mountains stood strong and beautiful to the left of the scene, and a frozen lake far on the right.

   “W-where are we?  This does not look like my grandparents’ living room.”

   “This is the Kingdom,” Steve said.  “This is what I’m fighting to protect.  The Mouse King desperately wants to rule over this place and its people, but we can’t let that happen.  I’ve already wandered so far off track.”

   You had to admit it was beautiful here.  Everything was coated in sparkling light, resembling Narnia when the Pevensie children first arrived.  Only you got here through a tree star, not a wardrobe.  And it was still night here.

   “So, what do we do?” you asked, hugging yourself to try and retain some warmth. Steve’s painted eyes seemed to soften sympathetically.

   “I’m sorry about the cold.  Well, I’m sorry about all of this, actually.”

   “It’s fine. You can’t really help it.” Your breath rose up in a cloud through the air with each word.

   “I’ll tell you what,” he said, running a wooden hand down your arm in a pointless attempt to warm you.  “We’ll head to the nearest town for some warm clothes and supplies.  Then we need to find out where the Sugarplum Princess is.”

   “Sure, it seems I don’t have much choice.  I might freeze to death otherwise,” you mumbled.  Steve attached his shield to his back and began trekking through the snow.  You followed in his footsteps, hoping to avoid getting lots of snow in your slippers. Unfortunately, it was inevitable. Before long, snow had gotten into your slippers and melted around your feet, making them ice-cold.  The snow began to pick up, and it seemed to become a blizzard.

   “The Mouse King knows we’re here,” Steve shouted to you.  “He’s trying to make things more difficult.”

   “But of course he has ice powers,” you complained, teeth chattering.

   Not much longer after that, you saw a warm light in the distance.  It glowed faintly through the intense snowfall. The sight of it alone made you think of warm blankets and clothes, sitting comfortable and dry by a fireplace. Oh, you hoped they’d be welcoming.

   “Almost there, _________,” Steve told you.  “We’re almost there.  Hang in there.”

PART 2

[believingispowerfulmagic]

“A Helping Hand” Chapter 3: Revelations

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Robin silenced his alarm clock, rolling over with a sigh. Another Monday, another week taking care of Regina Mills while locked in a battle of wills with her.

Wonderful.

He rubbed his eyes as he slipped out of his bed and padded into his bathroom. Robin turned on the water and shed his pajamas, stepping into the hot spray of his shower as he washed up for the day.

Feeling a little bit more alive, he wrapped a towel around himself and headed back to his room. He pulled out his familiar blue scrubs and clean boxers. Robin quickly dressed himself before pulling on clean socks and heading to his son's room to get Roland ready for the day.

He shook the lump in the middle of the bed that was his son. "Rise and shine, Roland. Time to get ready for school."

"No," Roland replied. "Wanna sleep."

Robin certainly understood his son's desire. There was nothing more he wanted to do but to crawl back into bed and sleep a few more hours. But he needed to go to work and Roland needed to go to school, so he had to tell his son to get up and get out of bed. A reluctant Roland did just that and Robin soon had him dressed for school.

After eating some breakfast, both Roland and Robin felt a bit better. Robin also poured coffee into his travel mug, knowing it would help get him ready to face Regina Mills. He helped Roland into his shoes and coat before doing the same. They got into the car and Robin began the short drive to Roland's preschool.

"Have a good day at school," Robin said, kissing Roland's cheek as he helped him down from his booster seat. "I'll see you at pick up."

"Okay, Papa," Roland replied, hugging him. "I love you."

Robin walked him up to the door and handed him to the staff member greeting all the children. With one last wave, he headed back to his car and took a long sip of coffee. He then put the car in drive and started the trek to Mifflin Street.

As always, Mary Margaret let him in with a welcoming smile. "Hi, Robin. How was your weekend?"

"It was good," he replied, entering the mayor's house. He started to take off his coat as he asked: "How is she today?"

"The usual," Mary Margaret said, taking his coat and hanging it up. "I don't think you'll have much trouble today."

He nodded, feeling some relief. "That's good. And how are you doing?"

She shrugged as she turned back to him. "I'm okay. I'll be happier when she's better – I think we all will be."

"I know she will be," he said, picking up his bag. He squared his shoulders. "Time to face the music."

Robin entered the kitchen and Henry looked up at him, smiling. "Hello, Mr. Locksley! how's Roland?"

"He's good," Robin said, smiling back at him. "Thank you for playing with him the other day. You certainly made an impression on him and he talked about you for the rest of the day."

Henry beamed. "He did?"

"Alright, Henry, it's time to go," Mary Margaret said. "Say goodbye to your mother and then get your shoes and coat on."

"Okay, Aunt Mary Margaret," he replied, gathering his dirty plate. He leaned over and kissed Regina's cheek. "Love you, Mom. Bye."

She smiled. "I love you too, sweetheart. Have a good day at school."

He left the kitchen, saying goodbye to Robin as he passed them. Robin smiled before turning back to Regina, who was now pointedly ignoring him. He sighed, approaching her. "How are you?" he asked.

"Fine," she replied. "You don't have to hover."

"Alright, but I will need to do my morning examination once you're done with breakfast," he reminded her.

She huffed. "Must we?"

"Yes," he replied. "It's how I track your progress and provide updates for you to provide to your doctor."

"Fine," she said with a sigh.

Mary Margaret cleared her throat as she entered the kitchen. "We're heading out. Behave," she told Regina.

Regina shot her a look. "Have a good day, Mary Margaret."

"You too," Mary Margaret replied, turning away from Regina. She then mouthed good luck to Robin before leaving the kitchen.

He sighed before motioning to a chair. "May I sit? Or will it hurt you to have to share your table with me?"

Regina rolled her eyes before waving at the chair. "I'll live. Don't worry."

"Thank you," he replied, sitting down and sipping his coffee. He decided to get some rest before spending the next eight hours arguing with her.

She sipped her own coffee, watching him. "So, you have a son?"

"I do," he replied, setting his travel mug down. "His name is Roland."

"Where is he while you're with me?" she asked him.

He bristled, not liking the accusatory tone in her voice as if he just left his son to fend for himself for almost nine hours. "He's in preschool. I drop him off before coming here and then I pick him up once I leave."

She nodded. "Okay. Is he three or four?"

"Four," he replied. "And very proud of the fact."

"I can imagine," she said, her smile and tone softening. It was an expression he only saw when she was talking with her son.

She looked over at him. "May I see a picture?"

"I guess it's only fair," he said, pulling out his phone. "I've seen your son."

He handed her the phone and her smile grew. "He's adorable, though I imagine those curls are a nightmare to brush."

"They can be," he replied. "And sometimes neither of us have the patience to give them the attention they deserve."

She gave him a look before chuckling. Regina tilted her head before saying: "Other than the dimples and the smile, he doesn't look much like you. Does he take after his mother?"

Robin swallowed, nodding. "He does."

"And where is she?" Regina asked, handing Robin his phone back.

It seemed like an innocent question but Robin's guard immediately went up. He briefly wondered if David had told her about their conversation in the park, about how he didn't want to discuss Roland's mother and so she was trying to push his buttons. Maybe get him so offended, he would quit in a rage.

Well, he wasn't going to play her game. He was going to assume she was making an innocent question and so answered: "I'd rather not talk about her."

"Why not?" she asked. "Did she leave you or something?"

He gritted his teeth, now certain she was trying to push his buttons. Taking a calming breath, he decided to fight fire with fire. "Well, where's Henry's father? Did he leave you or something?"

Fire burned in her eyes and she scowled. He knew it was a low blow but it was one she had already delivered to him. She needed a taste of her own medicine and, well, he was well trained at giving people their medicine.

"That's none of your business," she hissed.

He nodded, leveling her with a glare of his own. "Then you have your answer to the question you asked me."

Regina's right cheek got sucked in and he knew she was biting on it. Finally, she nodded. "Alright, I'll back off."

"Thank you," he replied, sipping his coffee as they lapsed into a tense silence.

She pushed some of her egg around on her plate before asking: "So why did you go into the home health care profession?"

"I found it easier and more intimate than working in a hospital," he replied, closing the lid to his travel mug. "I was able to make more of a connection and see that I was really helping someone."

"I can't imagine many people enjoy having a stranger intrude on their sanctuary and mess up their daily lives," she said, her eyes fixed on him as she sipped her coffee.

He knew she was talking more about herself than most of his patients and he shrugged. "I find once people realized how much easier I made their lives, they usually opened up and were very happy to see me each morning."

She hummed. "I can't say I relate to that."

"No, you don't," he agreed, studying her. "I'm not the enemy, Regina. We're on the same team."

"Are we though?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

He frowned, recalling David's warning about a toxic person in her life leaving her with skewed perspectives on the world. Robin could understand that she would not trust easily and likely see everyone as working against her best interests. So that meant he would need to continue proving that he did have his best interests at heart.

The problem, though, was that it was clear that she did not have her best interest at heart. Not if she thought she could just shut herself away, not accept any help and then just emerged completely fine in a few weeks. If they let her do that, it was likely she would prolong her incapacitation for several more weeks and ensure that she would not heal properly, leading to more issues down the road.

Robin just wished he knew how to get her to realize that.

"Your silence speaks volumes," she said, pushing her empty plate away. She leveled him with a cold stare and a smirk.

"Confirmation bias," he replied.

She raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Your mind is already made up about me so you're looking for anything to prove that you're right," he said. "You found it in my silence and you would've found it anything I said. It was lose-lose for me."

"That's not true," she said, but in a tone that told him that he had read the situation perfectly. And she hated that.

He shrugged. "I just call it like I see it."

She glared at him. "Well, you see it wrong."

"Maybe," he replied, standing and taking her plate. "But I don't think so."

"Now who is guilty of confirmation bias?" she snapped at him, scowling the entire time. He just walked away to the sink and didn't give her an answer.

By the time he washed off her plate and put it in her dishwasher, she had transferred into her wheelchair and was waiting for him. "Okay, you can take me to my office and then leave me alone until lunch," she ordered.

"Not just yet," he replied. "First, I need to do my morning examination."

She scowled. "Fine. But make it quick. I have a lot of important work to do."

"Of course," he said, disdain dripping from his words. He heard how she stressed that she had important work to do as if his was trivial. And the only important work she really had to do was get better but she seemed determined to prioritize everything else but her own health.

And she wouldn't be the only one who paid for that. He just hoped that by the time she realized that, it wasn't too late.

Robin checked her heart, her lungs and her pulse. He noted them and checked the injuries he could see, nodding as he wrote his findings down. She let out a heavy sigh, snapping: "Are you done?"

"I am," he replied, placing his notebook back in his bag.

"Good," she replied. "Take me to my office."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, trying to keep the bite out of his tone but certain he didn't do a great job. He wheeled her down to her office and watched as she settled behind her desk.

She glanced over at him before waving her hand in a dismissive manner. "You can go now."

Annoyance flared up inside him again but he swallowed it back down. However, he did mockingly bow to her. "As you wish, Your Majesty."

He turned and left the room, deciding to work through his annoyance by cleaning her kitchen. Though he wasn't too sure how successful that would be as he would then be annoyed that she benefitted from annoying him.

Only a few more weeks, he told himself. You can hold on for a few more weeks and then you'll be done. For good.

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[cutestlittlekoi]

"You're such a fucking brat."

Xander aggressively slammed his door, leaving Alexis in the hallway alone, fist clenched, face red in embarrassment.

Roommates. They suck. Especially when your roommate happens to be your high school bully.

Alexis was everyones favorite. Endless friends, lunch dates, swooning boys, and academic achievements was her daily life. Xander was the, per say, 'bad boy' stereotype. All the girls loved him. He got his dick wet almost daily, building a reputation for himself. Athletic, attractive, smart, but only used it for trouble. And that's what he found when he met Alexis. What a perfect target for his daily abuse. Constant shoves in the hallways, jokes about their appearance, pinches and flicks that evolved into harassment. An honest dick, in general. Years of torment she put up with. Until finally Alexis was free. High school graduation came and went, Alexis found a career path in video editing and photography, using skating professionally and an undercover OnlyFans account as extra cash on the side. Of course, being on her own for the first time was scary, so in order to combat loneliness and financial strain, she looked for a roommate. Finally, she came across an ad, desperate for anyone. It only took 2 days of planning before she moved in, excited to find out the house was only some old high school buddies. Little did she know, that included Xander. Right across the hall from her. On the second story. That no one else inhabited but the two of them. Ironic, right? Relishing in their high school days, Xander took his opportunity to make Alexis' life hell more than it already was. He stopped laundry mid wash, unplug her monitors and equipment, leave her cameras on to drain the batteries, move her personal stuff from cabinets, and "misplace" her chargers. Finally, Alexis had enough when he found out about her private OnlyFans and threatened to leak her identity.

"How do you think your parents will feel about that? Your clientele? All your little friends? Hell, even your own roommates? You think they'll want that kind of attention here?" Xander laughed sadistically, facing the teary-eyed girl that stood before him.

"I...You...Just..." She stumbled over her words, threatening to break at any moment.

"Aww, what? Are you gonna cry? How fucking pathetic. You're so sad, just a little loser, huh?"

That was it. Something snapped in her. The teasing, the harassment, the torture, the constant fighting. It finally got to her. She looked up at Xander, feeling a new found anger and confidence all in one.

"Fuck you."

"What did you just say to me?"

"Fuck. You. You absolute pathetic piece of shit. You're worth nothing. You look down on others to feel better about yourself! You're nothing but a sniveling, pathetic, unworthy, steaming pile of shit. I hate you."

Xander stared in amazement at her. Did she just stand up to him? No, she wouldn't dare. But she did? What does he do now? He never expected her to snap like that. But he knew one thing. He didn't like it.

"You're such a fucking brat."

Xander aggressively slammed his door, leaving Alexis in the hallway alone, fist clenched, face red in embarrassment. She yelled in frustration and turned and stomped down the hallway to the bathroom. Once inside, she washed her face, catching her breath. Her roommates were going out of town that day, already having left the house, so it was just her and Xander. But she didn't care right now. She was simply just hoping he'd get the hint and leave her alone for that bit of time.

Stalking back to her room, she sighed, feeling herself get heavy. What was it about him that made her so irritated? She could live without his torment and sleep peacefully at night. But she couldn't bring herself to leave. Why? What was her issue? She didn't want to admit he was attractive, or that she stared at his body when he was shirtless, or that his swearing was occasionally hot, because she was supposed to hate him. But as she laid in bed that night, she couldn't help but feel herself get wet at the idea of him between her legs.

After several minutes, it became unbearable and she had to reach her small hand down to feel herself through her shorts. Her legs ached as she arched her back, a gentle moan escaping her lips. She didn't care about her soft noises, considering Xander would be fast asleep by now and it would be just her. But unbeknownst to her, a particular person was listening. Getting up to get a water bottle, Xander opened his door, taking one step out before he heard a certain noise, quite familiar to him. Not being able to help himself, he quietly crossed the hall to Alexis' door, pressing his ear to it, only to be welcomed by a symphony of whimpers. Scoffing, he rolled his eyes in disgust. Until one of said whimpers included his name. Intrigued, he pressed further, hearing unholy confessions involving him spilling from Alexis' lips. It wasn't before long that he had his own problem to take care of, cursing himself and rushing back to his room to gather his thoughts.

The next morning, life continued as normal. Alexis hopped downstairs, wearing a perfect little skirt, some pretty pink fishnets, knee high cat socks, an oversized tshirt, and a darling choker accented by matching rings on corresponding hands. Bouncing into the kitchen, she leaned against the counter trying to reach the cereal. Only to be outstretched by a larger hand dazzled in rings. She shrunk down, watching as Xander picked it off the shelf, chuckling behind her. It sent chills down her spine. Did she have a newfound attraction to him?? No, no, it can't be. She turned around, coming face to face with the tall man as he towered over her. An intimidation tactic. She gasped as he pushed her up against the counter.

"Well, look who's brave enough to show their face."

Alexis scowled, moving out the side to get away from him. Xander laughed, putting the cereal back on its respective shelf. He leaned against the counter, watching carefully as Alexis crossed the kitchen to open the fridge, getting out a water bottle. As she bends down, he gets a beautiful view of the underside of her thighs and curve of her ass. He smirks, seeing her stand back up, turning around to glare at him as she heads towards the entrance to retreat to her room. Before she gets the chance to escape, Xander grabs her arm. Alexis' turns and stares up at him, startled for a second before she attempts to yank her arm from his grasp. He only tightens his grip, causing her to question him.

"Let me go, what's your deal?"

"Oh, so you don't wanna explain what last night was about?"

She rolls her eyes.

"So what? I stood up to you, get over it."

She turned to exit again, only to be pulled back and slammed back first against the counter. She cried out in pain, pushing against Xander with all her might. But he only grabbed her chin, forcing to make eye contact with him. Alexis whimpered, making Xander chuckle.

"I'm not talking about that, brat."

"W-What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, bitch. I heard you moaning my name, begging for me. I may be too blind to see it, but I'm definitely not too deaf."

Alexis gasped, turning immediately red. Quickly, she began to struggle, hitting Xander in the stomach. He groaned and backed into the opposing stove, while Alexis made a run for her room. Xander composed himself, and chased after her, catching up quickly. He wrapped an arm around her waist, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her into his room. Tossing her on his bed, he turned and locked his door quickly, despite her protest. She quickly backed away further into his bed when he advanced towards her. Grabbing both of her legs, he yanked her back down, his strength winning over hers. Tears formed in her eyes as she covered her face, flustered by her obvious vulnerability to him. He rips her hands away from her face, slapping her before forcing her to look back at him. Dazed, her mouth falls open, allowing him to spit into it. He forces her to close and swallow, tears falling out of her now closed eyes, giving up her fight.

"See, now was that so hard, darling?"

Alexis whimpered in response, letting her arms fall limp next to her.

"Aww, poor darling. Giving in to me." Xander runs his thumb across her bottom lip, eyes glistening in anticipation and excitement.

"God, I wonder what that pretty little mouth feels like." He marvels at her reaction, her eyes flying open and looking at him with fear. He laughs, a sadistic smile coming across his face.

"First, I want to get a taste."

He leans down, gripping her chin, kissing her soft lips. Xander groans into her mouth, making her whimper and her eyes flutter. Her mouth falls open again out of pleasure, letting him slip his tongue in. He chuckles against her lips. How easy it was to overpower her. Eventually, he pulls away, a trail of saliva still connecting the two. Alexis pants, feeling herself get wet from the minimal contact. She goes to reach her hand down to her aching cunt, only to be slapped again by Xander. He growls at her, while she winces in pain, tears streaming from her eyes once again.

"Don't you fucking dare. I tell you when you can touch, understand?"

She absentmindedly nods her head. Still in a trance, she snaps out of her head, only to find she's on the floor. Her knees touch the soft carpet, as she sits back in her heels. She gently tilts her head up, greeted by Xander's hand caressing her stinging, red cheek.

"Now, precious, I want you to show me what you can offer me. If you do good enough, I'll let you have my cock."

Alexis whimpers at his words, agreeing to his terms. Xander takes the invitation, undoing his belt, and unbuttoning his jeans. Once done, he sets his belt on the bed, saving it for later. He reaches down, rubbing his bulge over his boxers, his cold rings stinging against his burning, thinly clothed skin. Alexis watches with lidded eyes, mouth watering at the sight. How is she turned on by this? It was wrong. Yet, she needed it. She wanted it. But she'd never openly admit it. Or so she thinks.

"Open up, I'm gonna use that pretty little tongue to my liking, understand?"

Alexis dutifully opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. Xander quickly pulled his throbbing cock out, gently stroking himself. Precum dripped from his tip, showing his excitement. Soon, Xander was forcing his shaft down Alexis' throat, feeling the warmth of her mouth surrounding him. He groans, leaning his head back as his fists her hair. Tears well in her eyes, but from how big he is this time. He begins using her mouth to his pleasure, shoving his cock down her throat, fucking it to his liking. Moans fill the room as he pants out curses. Alexis feels herself getting wetter and wetter, soaking her pretty pink panties, legs aching from desperation. Finally, after several minutes, Xander pulls out of her mouth, panting and breathing heavily as his cock pulses from the lack of contact. He picks Alexis up, forcing her down on the bed. He reaches into his adjacent night stand, pulling out his pretty little pistol. Alexis' eyes widen as she gasps. Xander whips around, gently shushing her, putting the gun against her stomach.

"It's ok, pretty. I'm not gonna hurt ya. If, you listen to me like a good girl."

She whimpers a quick agreement, fear paralyzing her body. Xander reaches his free hand down, pulling her soaked panties to the side, rubbing up and down her slit. Alexis moans and arches her back, rolling her eyes and whimpering as Xander presses the gun further against her. He pressed his tip against her entrance, feeling her body tense up. He chuckles lightly, running the gun down to her lower stomach, pressing firmly.

"Let me in, pretty."

Alexis quickly relaxes, eyes closing tightly as she grips the sheets. Slowly, Xander pushes in, grunting when he hits her cervix only 2/3 inside of her.

"Oh, aren't you just a tiny little thing?" He groans, feeling her cunt clench around him.

"That's it baby, come on."

Xander begins sliding in and out of her slick hole, and before long, moans flood the room. He looks up to see Alexis completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Drool leaks from her mouth, eyes lidded, moans and pants flowing out of her mouth like words. Completely in Xander’s hands. He picks up speed, hitting all of her soft spots expertly, cussing loudly when she tightens around him, whimpering his name. Soon, she starts arching her back, pressing against the gun, fisting the sheets, crying out for Xander. He gathers that she’s cumming, feeling her gush around his cock. He restrains himself from cumming solely from that, trying to enjoy this moment. But he can only try so hard. He moves his hands on either side of Alexis, ditching the gun on the bed, and grabbing his belt. He carefully wraps it around Alexis’ throat, tightening it, letting her gasp for air. She lets out an exasperated beg for Xander, making him pull harder. He leaned down to her exposed jawline, biting roughly and leaving a large hickey. He pounds in and out of her faster as he bruises her uncovered neck, leaning up towards her ear.

“I’m close. I want you to cum again, pretty. Understand? I’m gonna fill you up nice and good, ok?”

Alexis moans, not being able to comprehend what he says. It wasn’t long before she was cumming again, screaming out his name, gripping desperately to the bed, gasping for air. It pushed him over the edge, him groaning her name, pushing one final time against her cervix as he bred her sweet cunt. Xander panted, resting his head against her shoulder, eventually pulling out of her. Thoughts flooded his head of what was to come the next day, but oh-fucking-well. All he cared about was cleaning Alexis up, and falling asleep next to her.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Villain Denki pt Six Ending

Summary. Denki is tired of youre shit with how you treat him , youre a brat and hes had enough , wanna act like an animal? Youre his puppy now , and he called Bakugo over to train you. You finally see the error of your ways and will do anything for his forgiveness.

Happy late birthday Denki!! I love you ⚡️♥️

The days went on , you did your very absolute best to act like a dog for Denki. No more refusing to sleep in a cage, no more fighting over being fed dog food, you taught yourself to communicate in whimpers instead if speaking. Whatever it took to keep Bakugo away . But something kept bothering you and you wanted to talk about it, it was what Bakugo did to you. You couldint have his baby you just couldint.

So one day before Denki left you lightly grabbed his pant leg through the cage so he would stop . He crouched down reaching through to pet you and you leaned into his hand for a minute till he asked what was wrong . You pointed to your stomach and gave him the boggest eyes you could make. “Oh puppy, ill bring one home okay?” He pat your head leaving for the dat leaving you alone with your thoughs . He let you keep the blanket in the cage too, and you were slowly getting your clothes back one by one.

First, a sock after greeting him at the door all excited. Second, the other sock after helping him wash up after a fight with the Pros. Third , your panties , only after he came in them though. He let you wash them the next day. Fourth, your bra , fifth your pants and lastly your shirt. You really had to show him affection to get the last couple items back but you did it. You had not worn clothes in so long it felt weird but also refreshing.

After a long quiet day alone the door opened and you shot up . Denki appeared with a bag waving to you. “Hi puppy!!” He chuckled crouching down by the cage. You whimpered for him to unlock it and once he did you tackled him licking his face and squeezing him tight. You really did miss him.

“Ahhh!!! Okay okay!!” He hugged you laughing. “Goodness i missed you too! And i didint forget!” He held the bag out to you and you took it looking at him. “Go on, im going to be making dinner “ he pat your head . One thing that didint change for you was food. Did he enjoy seeing you eat dog food? Your stomach had gotten use to it but..

Pushing it from your mind you went into the restroom to take the pregnancy test. Its safe to say those minutes seemed to last forever. It smelled like Denki was making hashbokwns too... must be breakfast night. You jumped realizing the test and pucked it up .

“Negative. Thank you..” you dumped the test in the trash rubbing your face relieved.

••

You joined Denki in the kitchen , the smell of the food making your stomach cry. “Almost done puppy!! Go wait for me in the usual spot!” He smiled down at you. Slowly you crawled to your usual spot on thr floor by the couch sitting, watching him cook eggs and make toast.

Denki grabbed his plate and went over to you. Except he did not sit on the couch but with you on the floor. He clicked the tv on and pulled you close eating the food.

..where was your food? Even if its dog food.. you were hungry too.

“You can talk , so what did it say?” He asked eating his eggs.

“Negative, Denki.” Your mouth was watering and so were your eyes.

Then the unthinkable happened. In front of your mouth was a hashbrown. “Im glad to hear that. If you were pregnant id have to give you to Bakugo.”

“I.. i ca...”

“Yes puppy, eat up.”

You bit down in to the hashbrown and your stomach did a flip , the tears that fell from your face were huge and making a mess of your cheeks. You tried to eat the hashbrown slow but it just wasint happening. You even licked Denkis fingers.

“Youve been doing so good puppy.” He held up another to you. “Im ready to try again.”

You ate a little slower this time, the crunchy texture was heaven, absolute heaven. He wiped your mouth and set his plate down. “ puppy?”

“I.. id like that. Denki.”

He kissed you and pulled you between his legs breaking the kiss to look at you. “If you fuck up again, and i mean it y/n, i will send you to Bakugo , pregnant or not. I dont care what he does.”

He used your name. How long had it been since you heard it? You fell into his chest kissing it. “Yes, Denki.”

He pet you and kissed your head. “Such a good girl.”

••

@katsukis-sad-angel

[timelock97]

Game Changer

Chapter Seven: Meet & Greet

Word Count: 6005

Warnings: Language

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“Noooo,” I whine, hiding further under the covers. “I don’t wanna get up yet, my head hurts.”

“I told you not to drink the wine,” Leon laughs as he moves about the room.

“Look,” I state, sticking my arm out from under the covers to attempt to point at him. “It’s the best damn wine I have had ever, and I didn’t get drunk. I just had enough to be tipsy, mister.” He hums and before I can ask, he rips the blankets out of my hand and to the foot of the bed. “Nooooooo-”

“Pain killers,” he states, handing me two pills and a glass of water. “I have food in the kitchen, then we need to do last minute packing so we can head.”

I pout, but take the offered pills. After swallowing them down I hand the glass back. “Kiss?”

Lee rolls his eyes before pressing a swift kiss to my lips before helping me stand and pushing me toward the door. “Go eat, do you need to shower?”

I shake my head as I walk, grabbing a pair of his sweats to pull on before leaving the room to eat. I smile at the empty apartment as I sit down and eat the eggs and sausage on my plate, all the sudden over thinking, “Lee?”

“Yeah,” he calls back.

“Where do the eggs and sausage come from?”

There is a pause, and footsteps up the hallway. “They ship it from the mainland.” He suddenly stops in the hallway leaning on the wall, with his eyebrows raised in amusement, “It’s not Pokemon if you are wondering.”

“That was my worry-”

“Why would you-”

“Well we eat chicken and cow so I just had to ask-”

Leon shakes his head, moving across the room so he is standing at my side and pulls me so my head is against his chest. “My love, I think you need to just go with the flow-”

“But I have to know.” I whisper, making him chuckle before he kisses my forehead.

Leon pulls the plate closer, “Eat, then we have to finish packing.”

“When did you become the parent?” I tease, taking a bite and checking my phone.

“When you don’t move fast enough, besides, Hop texted me like six times this morning asking when we were coming down so I want to get there sooner rather than later.”

“Fair,” I mutter as I spoon another mouthful into my mouth. I hum as I check through my social media feeds while I finish breakfast. I wash my dish before I move about the apartment and pick up a few things that escaped my backpack to take back to the bedroom. Leon is standing at his closet pulling out a few sweaters and jeans that he tosses toward the bed. “Want me to fold those?” I ask, watching as he shakes his head.

“No, just pack your things, I don’t have much left to pack.” He mutters while grabbing two more things before returning to his suitcase. I notice him eyeball my large suitcase, “I never asked, but what’s in there?”

“Christmas presents,” I laugh, “If I can pack everything in my normal suitcase and my backpack I will mail that back home.”

He nods, moving to lift it and take it closer to the door. “What do you have left to pack?”

I point at my stuff, “I packed while you were doing ‘champion duties’ minus my bathroom stuff, so just that.”

He nods, “Can you get that and then we can take a taxi to the train station?”

I nod and grab my stuff, brushing my teeth and hair first. I waltz back into the room and unzip my suitcase and place them inside. “Want me to call the taxi service?”

Leon rubs his head, “Rotom?” The phone lifts from his pocket and comes to his face, “Taxi service, have them come in fifteen minutes to take us to Wyndon train station.”

I hear a small, 'Done, Corviknight tax number 24 will be here in fifteen minutes.’

“Guess not,” I mutter softly.

Leon sighs, moving to lean down and kiss my lips firmly. When he pulls away he mutters a soft, “Sorry, just, I am ready to be home.” He kisses my cheek before taking my hand, “Can you help me make sure I have everything?”

I nod and stand calling out different items. He quickly becomes aware that he hadn’t packed any underwear or socks. “Leon!” I laugh as I grab them and place them in his suitcase.

“Over focused, sorry, love.”

“Now I think you have everything,” I giggle. His Rotom buzzes beside us, 'taxi has arrived.’ I giggle and walk over to the door, “I’ll start taking this down.”

“I just have to grab my bathroom bag then we can head.” He calls as I shift my backpack over my shoulders and grab my bags.

I walk to the door and slip out, shutting it firmy behind me and calling for the elevator. It gets there before Leon comes out so I just take it down. I smile at the taxi driver as I exit the building, he jogs over to grab one of my bags. “Thank you, I thought I took too much out at once,” I giggle.

“No problem, love.” He places the bags in the back, “Just you?”

“No, my boyfriend will be out in a moment, getting some last minute stuff.”

He almost pouts, “He shouldn’t keep a gorgeous woman like you waiting-”

“I didn’t, she just offered to take some of our luggage out while I made sure we had everything.” Leon speaks, making the taxi driver straighten up.

“Let me grab that for you, Champion.” He reaches for the bag and Leon lets him take it without response.

Leon places a hand on my waist and opens the taxi door for me. I slip inside as Leon crawls in beside me and slams the door a little harder than needed.

I place a hand on his thigh, making him look at me in curiosity, “I’m yours, remember?” I whisper, making him smile softly.

“I love you,” he whispers back as the taxi lifts into the air.

“I love you more.” I smile as I lean my head onto his shoulder. When we land, Lee opens the door and helps me out before walking to the back and grabbing our bags. The driver gets out and offers to help but Leon waves him off. The two of us grab our things and Leon pays him before we enter the train station. Lee gets our tickets settled, the man behind the desk taking our bigger bags so we can settle and wait in the lobby until the train arrives. I turn my head and run my fingers through Leon’s wavy hair.

“You should show me how to style my hair.” He mutters softly, his hand resting on my thigh.

“You think I can do more than throw my hair up into a ponytail? You would be incorrect. No sisters, therefore, never experimented with styling.”

“You braided my hair-”

“Doesn’t mean I can do it on myself-”

“Big sad,” he mutters into my skin, making me giggle.

When the train arrives, the two of us hop on and settle in for a long ride. I fall asleep, not that Lee is surprised with my track record. When we get closer he shakes me awake so I can look out the window. When we pull into Wedgehurst, I smile. The two of us maneuver around everyone to get our luggage and head outside into the cool air.

“Lee!” A voice carries through the air, and after a minute I see Hop running toward us and throwing himself into Lee’s arms. “Finally, I thought you and (Y/N) would be here hours ago!”

Leon laughs as he sets Hop down, Hop spinning in his spot to tackle me in a hug. “Well we had to pack and get here so it took a little longer.”

“Fair,” Hop chuckles, hugging me tighter, “And it’s so nice to actually see you in person. We are going to have so much fun, I have to show you around the whole area-” Hop starts to ramble, and loses me pretty quickly, which causes me to giggle.

“How about we do that after we get settled back at home. I’d love for you to help show me around.” I say, pushing his hair back.

“I can do that!” He cheers, unravelling himself from me before grabbing Lee’s suitcase while Lee carries my large suitcase. “What’s in the big suitcase?”

“Presents,” Lee laughs watching as his brother’s eyes go wide.

“But they are from me so you have to wait, I need to finish wrapping them.”

“I can help if they aren’t mine!” Hop offers making me smile.

“Sounds like a plan, buddy,” I smile, ruffling his hair.

After settling inside, and warming up, I take some time upstairs in Leon’s childhood room wrapping presents with Hop, after wrapping his of course. The two of us sit cross-legged on the floor, wrapping paper, ribbons, and tape scattered around us.

“Lee wants to take you to the research lab so he can introduce you to Sonia and her aunt.”

“Her aunt? I know her Gran is the professor but who is her aunt?”

“Lee didn’t tell you?” I shake my head, prompting him to roll his eyes, “She runs a therapy center in Monostoke, they have speech, occupational, and physical therapy there and Lee mentioned you were looking for an internship and she wanted to meet you. She also wants to show you the clinic.”

“Oh so Lee is trying to make sure that I move to Galar after I graduate then?” I tease, making Hop laugh.

“He talks about you moving here all the time, buying a house, raising a family, the whole lot.” Hop smiles, he lets out a small content sigh, “I haven’t seen my brother this happy since he won the championships for the first time, and that is something.”

I blush softly, “He really is something else isn’t he.”

“He really is.” Hop smiles widely, “Do you have any siblings?”

I smile, bumping his shoulder. “A little brother, his name is Aiden and he is about your age. He was worried about me moving here, but I know Galar has a better paid time off system so I know I will be able to go and visit.”

“I hope you let him come at some point so I can meet him, I’ll show him all the ropes of being a great trainer.” Hop smiles as he tapes the last edge to Leon’s gift, “He is going to love this though, I hope you know.”

“Oh, he better, I spent so much time perfecting it,” I tease, giggling at the end. A knock on the door breaks the little moment, “Who is it?”

“Your loving boyfriend would like to come in and collect his girlfriend.” Lee calls through the door.

“She is busy at the moment!” I call back, taping the last of the gifts. I double check with Hop, confirming that we indeed finished. “Okay, now she’s not busy!”

Leon chuckles behind the door and opens it slowly, smiling at Hop and I sitting on his floor. He leans on the door frame, his phone floating by his head to snap a picture of Hop and I sitting on the floor. “Well, I was hoping I could steal you away from Hop to take you to the lab to talk with Sonia.”

I nod, smiling as I stand and brush off my pants. “Sure, let’s head.”

Lee and I walk hand in hand as we follow the path back into Wedgehurst. I swing our arms as we walk, making Leon laugh softly beside me. He smiles at me, lifting his hand and kisses the skin of mine. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too.”

When we arrive at the lab, the two of us open the door and slip inside the warm building. In front of me are three women of varying ages. The youngest looks over at us and squeals when she sees us. “You’re here!”

“You never get this excited when it’s just me, Sonia.” Lee teases, being met with a scoff as Sonia pulls me into a tight hug.

“Whatever, Lee. I just want to hug your girlfriend.” She teases as I throw an arm around her as well. “God, look at you! You’re so pretty!”

“I’m pretty? You’re pretty!” I giggle as I hold her at arm’s length. “It’s so good to finally meet you.”

“Ditto,” she giggles. She claps her hands before pulling me into the building further, “Let me introduce you to my Gran and my Aunt.” Leon tags along behind me as we move forward. Sonia smiles excitedly as she stops in front of the women. “Gran, Aunt Samantha, this is (Y/F/N), Leon’s girlfriend. (Y/N), this is my Gran, Professor Magnolia, and my aunt Samantha who owns a therapy clinic in Monostoke.”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” I state.

Professor Magnolia reaches out and shakes my hand sweetly, “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N). We have heard a lot about you from our dear Champion.”

Samantha smiles as she walks over, “And I heard from Sonia that you are graduating in the spring and are looking for a place to intern. Is that true?”

I nod while shaking her hand, “It is, but I have to talk to my professor before I can make any promises.”

“Well, I hope you can do it soon, I would love you to be a part of our team.” She smiles, “Actually, you should come to the clinic and see if you even like it first, two days from now?”

I go wide eyed and look at Leon, who nods as he chuckles. “I guess that would work!”

“I can go with you,” Sonia offers, wrapping an arm around my own and smiling at me, “I have to run errands in Monostoke so it’ll all work out.”

“Wonderful! Well, I have to head back actually, I have to meet with a patient in an hour so I need to take the train. See you all later!” Samantha calls, walking out the door after grabbing her coat.

Once she is out the door Sonia claps her hands, “Oh, (Y/N), I have your Rotom and phone ready so you can make calls from here more easily.” She grabs my hand and drags me over to a table as her Gran goes to talk to Leon. She opens a box to reveal a navy blue phone that is already in a case. She hands me a pokeball, “This gal is your Rotom, she will power your phone but she can only be used in Pokemon regions. So when you go home you can either pop by here and I’ll take care of her or Leon can.”

I open the poke ball and the Rotom comes flying out, zipping around my head before stopping a few inches from my face. “Hello there, it’s nice to meet you.” It buzzes before noticing the phone in my hand. It immediately zips into the phone, bringing it to life. The phone now circles around my head before stopping in front of me, showing me the pokedex.

“Oh, I also set up a pokedex for you, Lee gave me the list of Pokemon you knew so I went through and fixed those.”

“Fabulous,” I mutter as I swipe through. Sonia takes the time to explain more of the phone, and helps me to transfer my contacts from my original phone. Only when Lee places a hand on my shoulder do I realize how long we had been there.

“Mum texted and said food was ready, let’s head home, huh love?”

I nod, turning and hugging Sonia before I take Leon’s hand. “I’ll see you soon, m'kay?”

Sonia nods, “See you soon!”

~

I pull my sleep shirt, which is one of Leon’s shirts, over my head and replace it with a dressy shirt. I was going with Sonia to go see her aunt’s clinic today. She had offered to do an internship for half the summer, the latter half, doing some in-clinic and home care treatments of all ages. I liked the idea, and in turn emailed one of my professor’s who coordinated these events to give her the news. All she needed to do now was talk with Samantha about it further.

I look in the mirror that Leon had in the room as there was a knock on the door. “I’m decent,” I call as I pull my hair up into a ponytail and pin back most of the left over hair minus a few decent curls.

Leon steps in and stands behind me before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into him. “You ready for today?”

I let out a content hum before nodding. “Yeah, she is going to take me to two appointments while Sonia does some errands to see if I like it. We are going to head over to Turrfield for one outside the clinic.”

Leon nods, and he gives me one last firm squeeze before setting me free. I turn and grab my socks to slip on when I notice him grab a belt from off his footboard. He motions me to stand before slipping the belt through the loops of my pants.

“Lee? I really didn’t need a belt, these pants are tight enough.”

He nods but still clips the belt once he had it toward the front. “I know, but I know you don’t have pockets with these pants either.” He states, adding a pokeball closest to the second loop and on the opposite side attaches my new Rotom phone to a harness.

“Who did you give me and why? Lee, I’m going to be with Sonia the whole time, you don’t have to worry-”

“I always worry, and I know Sonia is an experienced trainer, but that doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you.” He mutters, making sure everything is attached and won’t fall off. “Besides, I want you to be safe. You have Haxorus since she likes you so much, and I have updated your phone and Rotom is all ready to go.” He places his hands to my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him. “I’m just a phone call away if you need me. I’d tag along with you but Milo and Raihan are coming this way to discuss some stuff, so I have to stay here.”

I move forward and rub my nose against his, before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “I am going to be fine, actually I am really excited for this trip. Try not to worry about me too much while I am gone, okay?”

“I will try,” he sighs, gently pulling away to grab my jacket. He opens it to help me shrug into it, then the two of us head down the stairs.

Sonia is standing in the kitchen with two travel mugs in hand while her Yamper sits at her feet. She turns to us and smiles widely, “What took you so long? We are gonna miss our train!”

“Train leaves in twenty minutes and it takes four to walk there from here, relax.” Hop mutters with a mouth full of cereal.

Sonia rolls her eyes as I grab my boots and slip them on. “Either way, we should head pretty soon.”

“I’m good to head now, Sonia.” I smile, letting out a laugh as Leon wraps a scarf around my neck and kisses my cheek. “I love you, have a good day, yeah?

"I’ll try-”

“You are so love sick, I think (Y/N) used charm on you.”

“Can’t deny that,” Leon teases with a wink, making me roll my eyes.

I give the rest of the family a wave goodbye before Sonia and I slip out the door and head to the train station. She talks about some things I should expect, as well as that most of the people will ask where I am from. “So should I just tell them I’m the Champion’s girlfriend,” I tease making her laugh and shake her head.

“I’d say probably not. Although I am sure you will be talked about more in the upcoming months.” She laughs, stretching softly.

“Next stop, Monostoke station!” The speaker blares, making her and I scramble to collect our things and settle in our seats. I tell Sonia about anything she wants to know: my family, school, Buster, and most importantly the real story about how Leon and I met. By the time we reach the station, I know that Sonia and I will be life-long friends.

Sonia grabs my wrist as we weave our way through the crowd. Once outside, Sonia lets go so we can walk side by side, little Yamper bouncing around in between our feet. She directs me over to the lifts, warning me to hold on as it moves up and to the side to take us to the lower level to the clinic.

I smile at the small building and step inside, waving at Sonia as she moves to head off somewhere else.

“(Y/N)! It’s good to see you! I have my next client coming in soon, why don’t you go talk with Rachel and sign some paperwork, okay?”

“Gotcha!” I call as I get shooed to the back office, Rachel, who is the receptionist, hands me some papers before sitting across from me explaining what each piece of paperwork was for. It doesn’t take me long to finish before I am swept into an appointment and starting to work alongside Samantha. Heart full.

“I really think you’ll fit in here,” Samantha boasts as we walk to Turrfield. “Seriously, you have the personality, you are easy to talk to, and once you know the area I feel like you will have no problem.”

“I’m really glad you think that,” I giggle, shifting the bag she had me carry to the other arm. “Do you usually walk to the appointments or ride a bike?”

“Normally I bike ride, but I didn’t have an extra so we are just gonna walk. Either way I have to worry about people who want to battle, so I usually have my 'on the job’ face on so no one bothers me.”

I nod in understanding, “Do I just tell them that 'I can’t battle’ if that happens to me in the future?”

She nods as she slows down, pointing out the house we were headed to. “Yeah, most people understand though, so there aren’t any hard feelings. If you do find someone who won’t leave it be you can always just ignore them.” She states as we come closer to the house. Samantha turns toward me with a smile, “Okay, now that we are here, let’s talk about what we are going to do.”

When Samantha and I return to the clinic, Sonia is already waiting. She smiles widely, waving at us, “I am starving. I’m so glad you both are back, let’s head over to the diner and grab a late lunch then (Y/N) and I can head back to the station.”

“Food!” I call making them both laugh.

“Alright, let’s go ladies!”

After eating and spending some time together, Sonia and I head back to Monostoke station, only to find out that the train hadn’t come from the Wild Area station due to Wooloo crossing.

“Okay, so we either have to walk through the Wild Area to that station or we can wait til they pass but that could be hours from now.” Sonia sighs, sitting next to me.

“I wouldn’t mind walking through the Wild Area, it can’t take us too long to walk there.” I sigh, standing.

“To the Wild Area it is.” She smiles, standing with me and waving to the man selling train tickets. She and I wander through town until we make it to the entrance.

“Holy shit that’s a lot of stairs,” I whisper, making her giggle.

“Yeah, it’s intense, but it’s the only way down. C'mon let’s go!” She calls as she starts down the steps.

“As long as I don’t have to walk up them, I will be happy.” I laugh, following her down. Once we make it to the bottom I let out a squeal of pure excitement. “Look at all the Pokemon!”

“You’re like a new trainer, it’s adorable.” Sonia laughs as we begin walking, avoiding the area where ghost Pokemon lurk.

“Well, this is probably the most I have seens since getting here so excuse me.”

The two of us just walk and talk until we get closer to the station. I laugh at something she says, until I see her face fall into horror, “Look out!” She yells, shoving me to the side as a boulder lands between us. But it’s not a boulder; no, it’s an Onix’s tail. “Move! Get up the hill-” she’s cut off as the Onix moves its attention from her to me, and my eyes go wide as I scramble to stand and run to the station. It roars out, swiping its tail at me which I barely dodge, tumbling to the ground.

I move to grab the pokeball on my hip, only to find it missing. “I lost Haxorus!” I cry, moving to try and stand again, “Sonia!”

Onix moves again, but before a move can be made Onix groans moving to the right. My eyes land on a Leafeon, tail raised in the air. The leaf on its head glows as leaves float around it before flying toward the Onix which cause it to back up and groan again.

A hand lands on my shoulder, pulling me to my feet, “Run! The little lady told you to run, go!” The guy yells and pushes me toward the station.

I scream as Onix’s tail lands in front of me, knocking me to the side again, and I tuck myself small. I hear Onix groan again, and I lift my head to see Leafeon standing in front of me in a defencive position. “Leafeon! Magical leaf!” I call out, watching as she tucks her head, the leaf on her head glowing as glowing leaves surround it and shoot at the Onix. It groans again retreats into the ground under it. I turn to see Sonia, she’s a bit scraped up, but nothing horrible, and the guy who had shoved me back toward the building is sitting on his bottom, clutching the side of his head. “Shit,” I hiss as I scramble to stand and run over to him, dropping to my knees as I gently grab his hand. “Let me look, fuck this is all my fault-”

“It’s not; that Onix has been causing trouble for trainers more and more lately. Too high a level for new trainers so we here have been trying to keep it at bay until someone can beat and catch it.” He winces as I check his head.

“Here, I have a first aid kit in my bag.” I whisper, shifting it off my back and setting it down next to me.

“Your Pokemon did a good job on that Onix,” he mutters as I gently dab at his wound.

“It’s nothing too deep so you shouldn’t need stitches,” I mutter, suddenly realizing what he said. “I don’t have a Pokemon, my boyfriend gave me his Haxorus which I need to look for,” I mutter softly as I grab a patch from the bag and tape it down. “You’ll need to check and clean that.” I say before standing, offering him a hand.

He takes it, pulling himself up and I make sure he is steady before letting go. “Thank you, again. I can help you look for your pokeball as a better thanks-”

“No need,” Sonia calls, and when I turn I let out a sigh of relief seeing that she had a pokeball in hand. “I think it popped off the belt in the squabble. If that’s Lee’s old belt then he should have remembered that it wasn’t very good at holding onto pokeballs in some situations, including battles that he had to move a lot in.” She shakes her head as she hands it over to me and I hold it close to my chest.

“I would have felt awful if I lost her,” I mutter, clipping it back to my hip before Sonia gasps. I go to turn and look until I feel something brush against my leg. I look down and find the Leafeon leaning against me, she lets out a small bark before moving so she is in front of me. I reach down cautiously and scratch behind her ear, finding it a little easier to breathe the closer I get, “Thank you for helping us, little one. You did a great job.” She hums, nuzzling into my leg, making me giggle.

“Seems to like you,” the guy mutters. “I’ve seen her around, but never let’s any trainers get close. You must be something special.”

Sonia nudges my shoulder, “We better go, Leon will be worried if we don’t get home soon.”

I nod, “Yeah we should.” Before the three of us get too far, I notice the Leafeon following close behind me. “Sonia, uh, we have a tag along.”

She looks back and laughs, “No, you definitely have a tag along. I would tell you to catch it, but I know you don’t have any balls on you.”

“Here,” the guy mutters, pressing a ball into my hand. It’s completely white minus the ring. “That’s a premier ball, should be able to catch her.”

I nod and take a moment to crouch down in front of the pokemon, “Hey, do- do you want to come with me? I might not be the best trainer but I sure as hell can try.” I press the button with my thumb, enlarging the ball, but before I can say anymore, the leaf on top of Leafeon’s head whips forward and taps the ball and it opens in my hand, light surrounding her and disappearing inside. It doesn’t wriggle once, instead immediately shuts and confirms the capture.

Sonia laughs, “Oh Leon is gonna be upset that he didn’t get to see you capture your first Pokemon.”

I give her a sheepish smile before standing, my Rotom floating into the air and showing me the pokedex. It shows me Leafeon’s entry, and asks if I want to give her a nickname. I settle on Ivy. Once I reattach my phone to my hip, Sonia and I get on the train headed home.

“Leon is going to be playing Chancey trying to take care of you tonight,” Sonia laughs as we exit the station, snow falling around us. “Did the dex tell you what level Leafeon is?”

“I didn’t check,” I laugh, feet crunching in the snow. As I pull out my phone I hear someone yell. “What was that-”

“Cutiefly! Is that you?”

“Oh, that’s Rai.” I laugh, Sonia rolling her eyes beside me. “Holy cow, Leafeon is at level fifty!”

“Seriously!” She leans over as the guys come into view, pushing each other playfully as they get closer. “That’s amazing!”

“How was your trip, ladies?” Leon calls, he is smiling, until he can see the rips in my pants. He starts walking a little faster until he is jogging toward us. “Arceus, what happened? Are you two hurt?”

“We’re fine, Leon-”

“Just got a little roughed up, no big deal-”

Raihan notices the extra pokeball on my hip and gives a wide smile, “I know Lee gave you Haxorus for your trip, but it looks like you brought one home.”

Leon gives him a funny look before looking down. He looks proud, “What did you catch, love?”

I laugh, unclipping the pokeball, “More like she chose me, c'mon out Ivy!” I toss the ball in the air and Leafeon lands in front of me.

Milo smiles, “She’s gorgeous! She looks like she has been well raised, maybe even released?” He crouches down to look at her, but her tail swishes and she moves so that she is behind me. Milo chuckles, “Yeah, she must have been released.”

“I wonder why, she’s really strong.” I mutter, leaning a hand down to brush it by her ear. She immediately bumps my hand with her nose, nuzzling my hand sweetly. “Someone must have trained her up then when she evolved she wasn’t what they wanted. It happens sometimes, it’s always sad, but they usually choose their next trainer.” Milo continues, his hand landing on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. When I look up, he is still smiling, “Think she made a good choice choosing you, (Y/N).”

I smile gently before muttering a soft, “Thank you.”

Raihan yawns, moving around Milo to place a hand on my head playfully. “Well as much as I want to stay and chat, I need to get back to Hammerlocke, and I know farmer boy here needs to head back home too. Christmas is only a day away.” He rubs my head, and I swat his hand away before he pulls me into a hug, kissing my cheek playfully. “Bye guys, bye Lee, bye cutiefly. Have a happy holiday.” He waves at all of us before slipping inside the station.

“I agree, time to head home,” Milo says, a small yawn escaping his parted lips. “Good night guys, have a Happy Christmas.” He waves at everyone before slipping inside.

Sonia says goodbye to us as well, waving as she starts to head back to her Gran’s house.

“You sure you’re okay, Sonia?” I call before Leon grabs my hand.

She nods, “I think you were worse off, I am fine. Lee! Make sure to patch her up, yeah?”

He nods, and gives her a quick wave before turning and lifting me up bridal style to carry home.

“Lee!” I laugh, my arms going around his neck, “I’m fine, just a few cuts and bruises. I am okay.” He doesn’t say anything which worries me. I glance down and notice Leafeon is walking beside us, staying close enough to be seen by me but far enough away to not touch Leon. “Leon-”

“It could have been so much worse, what if you were by yourself-”

“I wasn’t though-”

“But what if, and what about Haxorus, why didn’t you use her?”

I sigh, “The pokeball fell off my belt before I could even throw it,” I look at his chest to avoid his eyes. “We had been so careful, nothing had bothered us, I’m sorry.”

“You should have called-”

“And what, 'Hey Lee don’t freak out but Sonia and I were attacked by an Onix on our way through the wild area to get to the train station cause there were Wooloo on the tracks between that station and the other so it would have taken us hours longer to get home’? No, I didn’t want to worry you, besides nothing awful happened-”

“But it could have-”

“Leon,” I place a hand on his face to make him look at me. “I may have cuts and bruises but I am here, nothing bad happened, and now you can baby me all you want. Uh, play Chancey as Sonia put it.” I see a twitch of a smile on his face, “You know, I had a lot of fun today besides that.”

“Oh did you?” He teases, bumping the gate with his hip to let himself back into his yard.

“Mhm,” I giggle, leaning into him.

“Well, you can tell me all about it while I patch you up, okay?” I groan, making him chuckle, “You said I get to play Chancey, and I am gonna take it.”

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A/N: Loooooong ass chapter for today! Hope you all enjoyed!

Masterlist

[nixniivalis]

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Kisses!

😍 for a kiss in greeting

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The parking laid empty but for a couple cars. A faded sign espoused the name of the national park with an old map beside it. A portly man sat outside the office in a rocking chair. A black dog laid at his feet. The setting sun painted orange and golds over the tree tops. Neraine grabbed the book bag from her passenger seat and clambered out of the car. A heavy humidity laid in the air, the residual of an earlier rain. It was warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt though. The final break in Winter, about time. 

Neraine slung the book bag over her shoulders and headed down a Northern trail. She picked down the wooden steps leading into the holler. Light filtered between the trees, budding in vibrant greens. Twigs and leafs crunched beneath Neraine’s shoes. Neraine jumped over a creek, nimbly picking over the rocks. She walked about a mile down the hill to where the creek fed into a broad river. The water rushed and rolled over stones. She stood on the sand bank and shucked her bag off her shoulders. She glanced over the trees, eyes narrowed, and peering at the shadows. Damnit, he was late. 

“Aeleus,” Neraine called. “I’m not going to wait forever. If you want a ride home you better get your butt over here!”

The water burbled and a few birds chirped in the trees. That was fine, she had a left extra time-- it was good to practice. Neraine removed the bag from her shoulders and dropped it in the sand. She toed off her sneakers and socks. For a moment she looked down into the river, rolling and clear, swift but not deep. Her eyes lifted to the far side where the shallows drapped in shadows. She shook out her hands and legs. Broke the nerves running through her shoulders. Then she stepped-out. 

Crystal formed beneath her foot, cold but buoyant. She didn’t fall through.  Instead Neraine remained atop the water. The opposite side, nothing else mattered, the far bank-- reach there. Neraine pushed off her leading leg, a full stride into the sprint. Ice froze beneath each step, light as a feather, quicker than gravity could pull her down. Her arms swung, heart pumping, legs extended-- she felt the break in her balance seconds before she fell. Fifteen feet from the opposite side she faltered and tripped. Neraine plunged into the shallows. Face first, filling her eyes and ears with river water. She landed on bent elbows and knees in the sand. Choking and spluttering, she sat-up. Water dripped from her hairs and her clothes. She sighed, eyes squeezing shut.

“Didn’t quite make it, did we?” Neraine murmured to herself as she pushed to her feet. The trail of ice and crystal she formed in her sprint already broke away, washed away down stream. Neraine twisted water out of her shirt and hair. Flicked droplets from her finger tips. She turned back towards the shore. 

A twig snapped, and there was movement in the trees. Neraine’s eyes widened, lips parting in strangled gasp. There was no time to react as a blur of red and brown fur rushed from the shadows. It bowled into her and knocked her down. Neraine fell back into the water. Dinner plate sized paws planted on her shoulders. Neraine laid-out on her back, dazed. Then a large, pink tongue lapped-up the side of her face. His entire body wiggled, tail wagging, trapping her beneath him. Aeleus greeted her with eager kisses like he was a puppy and not a near one ton werewolf. 

“Argh, there you are-- I was, Aeleus! Quit! Yes, I’m happy to see you too-- Aeleus!” Neraine choked out between laughter and licks. His tongue just hooked behind her teeth and not in a fun way. She caught him around either side of his muzzle and pushed him back. She kicked at his flank to get him to sit off her and stop squishing her. “C’mon, I wanna go home and get dinner-- turn back. You are not getting in my car smelling like wet dog!”

Bone popped, the strange and sickening noise of joins realigning. Aeleus leaned back off her. His nose and face contorted, shifting from lupin to human. A nose, lips, cheekbones-- shoulders broadening and fingers shortening. Fur receded to reveal pale skin and freckles.  His breathed and panted hot against her collarbone as he fought through the transformation. Neraine reached-up and threaded her fingers in hair. She worked through the soft, red curls to untangle knots and rub soothing circles into his shoulders. A little magic to restore his energy, take the bite off the pain. He blinked, once, twice, blue eyes clearing into a a bright clarity that stole her breath. Aeleus braced his arms around either side of her head. Laid overtop her she could feel his full weight. She glanced over to the far shore where the book bag rested, dry-- his clothes were in that bag. 

She turned back in time as Aeleus, undeterred, leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. Neraine sighed, eyes fluttering closed, a whisper of a smile against his lips. His hands skirted down her ribs, rolled over her shoulders. Warmth radiated from his chest in contrast to the cool water rushing past them. Neraine parted from him and nuzzled at his throat. Then she tapped her finger against the back of his head. Aeleus grunted in acknowledgement as he continued to kiss her. After several days away, she was finding it hard to part too.

“Okay, okay, I missed you too,” Neraine murmured. She turned her head, laughed when he just put his mouth to her cheek, jaw, and throat instead. “Aeleus it’s cold.”

She flushed with the reverberation of his laughter. Aeleus hooked his arm around her waist and lifted her out of the water. The strike of air and wind on her soaked clothes sent a shiver down her spine. Neraine wrapped her arms around Aeleus’ neck. She buried her nose against his throat, soaking in his heat instead. Aeleus waded through the water to where she left the bag. He set her down in the sand to dry as he changed into fresh clothes. Neraine squeezed water out of her hair and updated him on what happened in the week while he was away. Nothing but pack gossip, news from work, an exciting audition she had. They walked back to the car shoulders brushing between strides. 

It was a long drive home. The heat dried them out in no-time flat. He told her about the woods, the deer he hunted, the little things he found. In quick glances from the corner of her eyes she saw the ways he looked lighter, freer, refreshed. She wasn’t sure what it was when Aeleus interlaced his fingers with hers, clutching her hand against her thigh. It was hard to hide her smile about it though. 

“I love you too.”

[kumkaniudaku]

Meet the Parent’s: Part One

A/N: Shoutout to @afraiddreamingandloving for the request. It took me all day because there were so many directions I could go. Ultimately, I hope you enjoy what it turned into. Part two will focus on Chadwick meeting CoCo’s parent’s again but, after they begin dating. 

Word Count: 4.1k (Hella long. I’m sorry.)

Warnings: None

Meeting the parents is a special activity reserved for couples. There’s no exact time frame on when this ‘sacred’ meeting should happen but, it is necessary that the families involved at least belong to two people that had strong feelings for each other while being bound by the ties of a romantic relationship. While Chadwick and CoCo could check the box of having strong feelings for each other, a romantic relationship had not quite been discussed. In fact, they preferred to hide said feelings and function as inseparable companions on the campus of Howard University. Still, the discussion of meeting the parents had reared its ugly head during a Saturday morning breakfast in the kitchen of CoCo’s tiny apartment.

“My mama and daddy are coming up next weekend.” Chadwick casually introduced to the conversation. Trying to remain calm, you looked at him over your cup of apple juice as you took a sip.

“Oh, cool. So, are we rescheduling our movie outing? Because I can’t go again until Sunday afternoon. I have a softball game next Saturday and the team is going out that night.”

“Uh, we don’t have to. I was hoping maybe you would, you know, just hang with us on Friday. Then we could come see you play.” Chadwick’s statement came out as more of a question, accompanied by his nervous habit of rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just-”

“Isn’t meeting your parents for like...girlfriends? I’m just me.”

Cocking his head back, Chadwick scoffed before addressing your comment. “Just you? What does that mean?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You stood to push your body away from the kitchen table. “You done with that plate or do you want more eggs?”

“Don’t try and change the subject.”

Ignoring him, you grabbed the styrofoam plate from its place in front of him and headed towards the stove to add more eggs to the dwindling amount that already existed. Still not satisfied with your answer, Chadwick moved to stand beside you with his back against the counter to see your face.

“You’re not ‘just you’, CoCo; you’re my best friend. You’ve been my best friend for 3 years. I want you to meet my family.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before looking at Chadwick’s concerned face. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet his family. Honestly, you’d dreamt of meeting his family, just under different circumstances. You wanted to be introduced as his girlfriend.

“Do you think they would even like me? I’m just a random stranger that happens to be friends with their son.”

“I know they’ll like you because they asked to meet you.” He beamed.

“What? Why would they wanna meet me?”

With that simple question, the nervous energy in the room shifted from your body to his. He was back to rubbing his neck before reaching out to pull his plate from your hand. “Uh, you know how parents are. They want to meet all your friends and stuff.”

“Yeah...right.” You were suspicious but, decided not to press the issue. At least not right now. Returning to your spot in front of him at the table, you decided to concede. “Okay, I’ll meet your family.”

Despite having a mouth full of food, an excited smile took a spot on Chadwick’s face before he extended his long arm and closed fist across the table for you to bump.

“My mama is gonna love you. Y’all act just alike.”

“You’re saying I treat you like my son?” you joked.

“You said it, not me!”

“Then give me my damn food!” Swiftly, you pulled the plate from his grasp and rushed toward the trash can to throw it out. Your attempt was useless once he caught up and used one hand to grip your waist and the other to pull the food from your hand.

“Okay, I take it back! I’m sorry!” He landed a chaste peck on your cheek before returning to the table. Silence settled over the room as he continued to eat and you prepared the sink to wash the morning dishes. “Besides, my mama would never put this much pepper in her eggs. Got damn, girl, are you trying to kill me!?”

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The next Friday evening arrived quickly, bringing forth the moment that made your stomach churn in a nervous rumble. You gave your outfit and hair another once over in the mirror of Chadwick’s bathroom, sighing as you battled your inner self on whether what you had on was too revealing.

Your white Tommy Hilfiger t-shirt was cropped just above the waist of your denim skirt, the gold buttons down the front gleaming under the light of the bathroom. Your skirt stopped above your knees and offered the right amount of sporty chic to compliment your scrunchie socks and white and black “Taxi” Air Jordan XII sneakers. Your short hair cut had finally grown out enough to be styled in a pixie reminiscent of the style Toni Braxton and Nia Long rocked at the time.

“You look fine.” Chadwick complimented, scaring you enough to send your hand flying to your chest.

“Shit, Aaron! How the hell does your tall ass move around so quietly?”

He only shrugged in response before moving to stand behind you in the mirror and place his hands on your shoulders. Both of you stood there for a moment, stealing glances at one another and enjoying the comfortable feeling of being in such close contact.

“Don’t be nervous. They’ll love you. Especially my brother, Kevin. He’s gonna ask you for your shoes but, don’t entertain him.”

“Wait, your brother is coming! Why didn’t you tell me?” You groaned, allowing your shoulders to slump in defeat. You were already apprehensive about meeting his parents and, now, a third person was thrown in the mix.

Laughing, he gave your arms a gentle squeeze while lifting your upper body to an upright position. “You’ll be okay. You’re smart and funny when you aren’t talking shit. Plus, I’ll be there the whole time. If you start feeling overwhelmed, just squeeze my hand.”

An abrupt knock on the door prevented you from asking anymore questions. Chadwick excitedly grabbed your hand and practically drug you to the living room to welcome the bodies on the other side.

Once the door swung open, his family was revealed and sporting wide grins identical to his. The greetings began with his mother as she pulled his face down to meet hers and place a few quick kisses on both of his cheeks. Next was his dad, exchanging a handshake and hug combo.

“Who invited this scrub?” Chadwick joked, pulling his older brother into a hug.

“I’ll let you have that one since I haven’t seen you in a while. I see you still ashy.”

“He always is.” You mumbled while laughing, not even noticing that the conversation around you had stopped and four sets of eyes were now looking your direction. “Shit.”

“You must be Miss CoCo.” His mother smiled, walking up to get a better look at you.

“Yes ma’am. Well, Chadwick calls me CoCo. My name is Y/N.”

Suddenly you were pulled into a warm hug, melting away all of your previous nerves. “If Chadwick calls you CoCo then, so will we. We’ve heard a lot about you. He was right, you are a pretty little thing.”

“W-what?”

“That’s enough mama! Y’all ready to eat? Great. Let’s get out of here.” Chadwick’s words were rushed but still answered your question from earlier in the week. He had been talking about you to his family and, apparently, thought you were pretty? That didn’t make sense. Now you had more questions that would not be answered, evident in the way Chadwick crammed you into the middle of the back seat of his parent’s rental car.

“So, Miss CoCo, tell us about yourself.” His father questioned while looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“Well, I’m from Georgia, the Lithonia area to be exact. My mom is a high school Physics teacher and my dad is an ROTC instructor in the same school. I’m a business major and I minor in journalism.”

“Chad said you can ball. What position you play?” Kevin asked, giving you a once over to determine your position by your height.

“I slide between shooting guard and small forward depending on what coach needs. It’s usually shooting guard though.”

“How much you average? If it’s not more than 10, you not really hooping.”

“Kevin.” Chadwick warned, shooting him a stern look over your head.

“It’s cool. This season, I averaged 14 points a game. I sat out with an ankle injury for three games that brought that down a bit lower than I hoped.”

Kevin gave you a satisfied nod before moving his eyes to your sneakers. “How much you letting your shoes go for?”

“Kevin!” It was Mrs. Boseman’s turn to put an end to her son’s questioning. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. There’s always one in every family, right?”

“Oh, I know. My sister is the one in my family.” You laughed.

“Is she cute?”

“She’s 15.” Chadwick deadpanned. He was visibly annoyed with his sibling prompting you to lightly grip his knee and smile.

“It’s okay. I’m supposed to be the nervous one, not you.” Another smile in his direction was finally returned as his eyes lingered on yours a moment too long.

“Did you hear what I said, Chadwick?” His mother asked, smiling at the interaction in the backseat.

“Uh, no ma’am. What was that?”

“I asked if you’ve been eating okay. Do I need to cook for you before we leave so that you’ll have food for the week?”

“Actually, CoCo usually cooks a couple of times during the week so, I just eat there.” He responded while gripping your shoulder to pull you close to his side in a quick embrace.

“Oh, really? I hope my son isn’t eating you out of house and home. He’s skinny but he can eat!”

“Tell me about it! It’s okay, though. As long as he’s good, I’m good.”

Mrs. Boseman only offered a pleased ‘hmm’ in response, choosing to watch the buildings in downtown Washington, D.C. pass by through her window.

Soon, you all were walking into a local restaurant of Chadwick’s choosing to have dinner before the scheduled movie. Chadwick led the pack with his arm draped over your shoulder as he filled you in on campus drama not noticing the way his family whispered as they observed they way he acted around you.

He had always been a bit of a people person, making friends wherever he went but, his demeanor was different where you were concerned. His movements were loose and his teeth were always on full display. He listened intently when you spoke and found a way to touch you, even going out of his way to do so. You were his first priority at all times, always making sure you were okay before he worried about himself. This was evident in the way he pushed your hand away to open the door for you and made sure that he was able to position your body in front of his so that he could protect you in case a threat presented itself.

Even now, as you ran through your career aspirations with his parents, his eyes were trained on the side of your face with a love struck grin on while he rested his head on his clasped hands.

“So when you say you want to want to work in sports, in what capacity are you considering?” His father question in awe of your ambition.

“I’d love to work as a sideline reporter for the NBA but, I think my heart is in upper management. It’s time for a black woman to make the important decisions.”

“Isn’t she great?” Chadwick mumbled, his lips betraying him and uttering his private thoughts.

Everyone gave him a curious look before returning to the tabled conversation.

“She is great.” His mom smiled, obviously aware of her son’s feelings.

“If you so cool, how’d you end up being friends with this clown?” Kevin snickered.

“He harassed me into being his friend for two days before I caved in.”

“It only took you two days though so, clearly, you wanted to be friends with me too.” His smug smile made you playfully roll your eyes and take a sip of your water to keep you from smiling.

“Are you seeing anyone, CoCo?”

“Daddy, that isn’t re-”

“I’m not but, Chadwick is. Have you told them about Tameka, Aaron?” You laughed silently at the sight of Chadwick’s death glare in your direction before he addressed his parents.

“Tameka? Who is Tameka? Will we be meeting her this weekend, too?” His mother inquired.

“Yeah, Chad, are they meeting Tameka this weekend?”

Him lightly kicking your leg under the table did nothing to stop your line of questioning. You could only imagine how upset his girlfriend of six months would be when she found out that you spent a weekend with his family before she did. As if there weren’t enough reasons for her to dislike you, this one was sure to end in an altercation.

“Uh, no. I don’t think so.”

“Well why not? I thought you said we were meeting people that were important to you.”

“You are. She’s sitting right here.”

When you brought up his girlfriend, that was the last response you were expecting. All eyes fell to you for the second time today as you nervously pushed food around on your plate. A knowing smile was on his mother’s face long after the conversation shifted to talk of the Eastern Conference Semi-Finals. She simply nodded in your direction, alluding to some bit of information that you weren’t privy to. With no opportunity to find out, you decided to let the thought pass and join the conversation.

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“Alright, Y/N, we need a run right here! Get us a run!”

You moved anxiously on your toes, anticipating the sound of the softball cracking against the bat and signaling you to dash for home. The Howard University softball team was tied with Georgetown 3-3 in the bottom of the eighth and desperately needed a score to create some distance between the opponent and add another game to the win column before the playoffs.

Lacey, your teammate, stood tall with one ball and two strikes and prepared herself for the pitch. Another swing and miss would end the inning and give the visiting team a chance to snatch a win, sending the Bison into the locker room with a.500 regular season record and tougher road to the championship.

Your mind locked in to the task at hand as you listened for the connection between ball and bat. Winding up, the pitcher tossed a fast one toward Lacey who simply smiled and knocked the ball into far right field, sailing past number 4 and giving you the chance to run like hell toward home plate. All sounds took a backseat to your heart thumping against your heaving chest and the sound of your cleats hitting the dirt below you.

“You got it, girl!” Chadwick yelled, standing from his spot on the crowded bleachers and cupping his hands around his mouth to create a makeshift mega phone. “They can’t stop you!”

He was right. Though the Hoyas had managed to scramble and retrieve the ball, it was far too late. Your long legs had carried you past the player stationed at home and to the final win of the regular season. You brought your hands behind your head to open your chest and catch some air before you were bombarded by teammates tapping the top of your helmet to congratulate you on the score.

Looking to the stands, you found Chadwick and his family giving you a proud thumbs up bringing a small smile to your face. Your family wouldn’t be in town until the first round of the playoffs making the feeling of having his family cheer for you special.

After you were showered and dressed, you happily emerged from the locker room to greet your “fans”.

“Chad said you were fast but, he ain’t say how fast. I never seen anybody move like that in person!” Kevin exclaimed while extending his hand to dap you up. “Are you that fast on the court too?”

“Faster!” Chadwick interrupted, answering the question for you and pulling you into his chest for a hug. “I’m proud of you. Leave it to you to win the game.”

“Thanks. You helped me with my swing, too. Coach said it looks way more fluid than earlier this season.”

He only nodded and released you, sensing his mother’s smile at the length of the embrace. As a unit, you all began to walk towards the parking lot to go your separate ways. Chadwick, Kevin and Mr. Boseman walked ahead and engaged in a spirited conversation leaving you to walk in stride with Mrs. Boseman.

“So, CoCo, have you and my son ever dated?”

If not attached to the inside of your skull, your eyeballs would have rolled out of the socket due to how far they opened at her question. “No ma’am. We’ve only ever been friends. Why do you ask?”

“I’ve seen Chadwick be fond of young ladies before but, never like this. You seem to have a...different effect on him.” You continued to walk and take in the information, not wanting to read too far into her words. Sensing how uncomfortable you were, she grabbed your hand to stop your motions. “He likes you but, my son is hardheaded. He likes to learn the hard way. He’ll tell you when he’s ready. But, I’ll say this: do not wait on him. You’re a beautiful girl with a good head on your shoulders. If he won’t make a move then you do what’s best for you. Do you understand.”

“Yes ma’am. I understand.”

She placed her free hand over yours and smiled at you, one which you returned. “In the meantime, tell me more about this Tameka. Is she anything like you?”

“Well-”

“CHADWICK!”

All heads whipped towards the far end of the parking lot to focus on the brown skinned girl that emerged from the beat up 1996 Acura Integra coupe.

“Speak of the Devil.” you mumbled, picking up the pace to join Chadwick’s side and, hopefully, de-escalate the already embarrassing situation.

“I went by your house! I went by your job! Hell, I even went to that damn theatre looking for your ass and you were out here playing big happy family with her!”

“Woah, Tameka, calm down. I told your roommate to let you know where I was. I’m here every time there’s a home game. You know that.”

“And that’s the problem! You are always with that and not with me!”

“Excuse me?” You’d already dropped your duffle bag in the unlikely case you would need to defend yourself. Getting into a fight in front of his parents would erase any positive assumptions they had about you but you wouldn’t be disrespected.

“We’re not gonna do this out here. If you wanna talk in private, I can meet you at your room in about an hour. But we’re not going to argue in front of my parents.”

The mention of his parents caused her to freeze and observe her surroundings. “Your parents?”

“Hello, Tameka.” His mother greeted, looking from her to Chadwick with a disapproving look.

Sheepishly, Tameka waved back without a word and slowly walked backwards to her car but, not without shooting a look in your direction and addressing her boyfriend for the final time. “You have one hour.”

Her tires screeched against the worn asphalt as she peeled out of the parking lot and out of sight. Looking to his mother, he was met with solemn head shake and a firm grip on his shoulder from his dad. “We need to talk, son.”

Chadwick groaned at the implications before grabbing your bag from the ground and handing it to you.

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to put you in that situation.”

“It’s whatever, Chadwick. As long as she doesn’t put her hands on me, we’re good.”

“Can we at least talk about it after breakfast, Sunday? You’re still coming, right?”

“Yes but, only to see your parents. It’s nice to not have to look at you eat everything in my house for once.”

Sharing a laugh, the all too familiar lingering stare draped over your bodies. If not from the obnoxious behavior of your teammates making kissing noises and hollering out of the window, you probably would have stayed in the position forever.

“Go ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He urged, slightly pushing you towards the group. When you reached the vehicle, you took one last look behind you to find Chadwick still watching you, a faint smile playing at his lips before he lifted his arm to wave at you. “Bring her back in one piece. She’s got plans in the morning.”

“Will do, Chad. Should I have her back by 10 PM and tucked in to bed, too?” Jasmine mocked from the backseat.

“Let me worry about tucking her in. You just make sure she’s safe.”

The whole car filled with amused chatter as you slinked into the passenger seat and hung your head in embarrassment. Chadwick watched the car until it was out of sight before taking a deep breath and turning towards the car that he was supposed to be in. The hard part had just begun and, judging by the expression on his mother’s face, he was in for an earful.

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Sunday morning’s breakfast at Chadwick’s went off without anymore awkward appearances from disgruntled girlfriends. Conversation flowed freely and, if anyone were casually observing the group, the would probably assume that you were part of the family.

Unfortunately, the good times had to end, and the dreaded walk to the car made you more sad than you had anticipated.

“See you later, CoCo. Next time I’m in town, we’re going to a club or something. I gotta see how you really get down!” Kevin announced pulling you into a platonic side hug.

“You got it. Just tell me when to be ready! I’ll even pay for your drinks all night.”

Mr. Boseman was next as he jokingly pushed your outstretched hand aside and engulfed you in a hug. “Carolyn and I wanna see you at the house one Sunday. This city food ain’t good enough for us Southern folks. Let us feed you the right way.”

“I’m looking forward to it, sir!” You gushed at the thought of soul food on a Sunday afternoon and spending time with the rest of Chadwick’s family.

“Well, Miss CoCo, it was nice to finally meet you. I’m sure we’ll be seeing you again and, hopefully, under different circumstances.” Her eyebrows rose with her smirk, alluding to the conversation from just a day ago. “Remember what I told you, baby. He’ll come to his senses one day. You keep living your life.”

Her voice was hushed to keep the conversation between you two before she pulled away from the hug to give you a wink.

“Let’s go, woman. We got a long way to drive with this knucklehead in the backseat.” His dad, hollered from the driver’s side.

After one last hug, the Boseman’s were on their way back home, leaving Chadwick to bore a hole into the side of your face with his big brown eyes. Looking over, you found his signature goofy smile greeting you.

“What are you smiling at, ashy?” You scoffed while turning to go back inside the house.

You were stopped by his long arms wrapping around your upper half and restricting your movements. “I told you they’d love you. You thought I was lying.”

“Okay, you were right. But, do they love me more than they love Tameka?”

Your snide remark was not lost on him as he released you from the bear hug and looked down at you. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

“I mean, I ain’t Comic View funny but I can tell a few jokes.” You boasted, popping the color of your Howard t-shirt.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see how many jokes you can tell on the front steps!” He gave you an evil smile before he took off running towards his front door with you hot on his heels.

You attempted to catch up to him but, his long legs were too much to keep with. He reached the door before you, slamming and locking it before you could wedge a foot in the doorframe.

“C’mon, Aaron! I’m sorry. I got some lotion out here! You know you need that. Let me iiinnnn!”

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[ladywinchester1967]

Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust

Summary: Dean and his female friend have a close friendship; will a night in the sheets change things?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Character

Word Count: 2342

Warnings: Language, Dean being a cutie pie (yes that’s a warning), SMUT, a smidgen of plot, feels and fluff.

Square Filled: Friends to Lovers

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo One of my ALL TIME FAVORITE tropes honestly! I hope you guys enjoy this. If you haven’t seen the movie referenced in this one shot; HERE is the scene I’m talking about. As always; unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine but the pictures are not. I found them on Pinterest and screen shot one from YouTube.

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Sam was gone to visit....someone. He’d mentioned the name but she’s forgotten it as soon as he’d said it. As soon as the garage door to the bunker shut, she made her way back to her room. Wherever Dean was, he wouldn’t be back any time soon, so she decided she would pamper herself. She changed into a comfortable tank top and booty shorts, threw her hair into a ponytail and slapped on a charcoal facial mask. Just because she lived with guys didn’t mean she couldn’t indulge in things she liked every once in a while. Face masks, painting her toes, watching fairy tail movies, eating popcorn and drinking wine were among the things she liked to do to feel normal. Something just for her. With the mask on, she popped some popcorn, poured herself a glass of wine and found Peter Pan on HBO and decided to watch that. Something simple, that brought back fond memories of being a tween girl and going to the movies with her friends.

Lost in the movie and relaxing, she hadn’t heard Dean calling her name. He could hear voices coming from her room and realized she was watching a movie. He quickly peaked through the crack in her door and saw her stretched out in bed, with a bowl full of popcorn next to her, shorts (they barely constituted as shorts, more like longer underwear) and some grey stuff on her face. He waited for a few seconds, observing her in her natural habitat. She looked so relaxed and chill, she was the opposite on a case.

“Hey,” he finally greeted her as he came around the corner “what’re you watching?”

“Peter Pan.” She told him, not looking up “What’s up?”

“Nothing, just seeing if you wanted to hang out.” He said with a shrug. She paused the movie and said

“Sure, go get comfy and climb on in!” She patter the bed beside her “I got plenty of room.”

“What’s the stuff on your face? Is it contagious?” He asked and she laughed

“It’s a charcoal face mask,” she told him “cleans and refined pores and it makes my face all soft.”

He shook his head and said

“I’ll be back in five, want a drink?”

“Yup,” She told him “I got the good beer.”

“Of course you did.” He said with a smirk and left the room.

She got up and washed the mask off her face, her heart pounding in her chest. This wasn’t the first time she and Dean had laid in bed and watched a movie together. They had a heavily flirtatious friendship, Sam often teased that they should hurry up and date all ready while Charlie compared them to Jim and Pam from The Office.

She shook her head, patted her face dry and applied her moisturizer. She wasn't totally sure she wanted more from him than what she was giving him. She knew him well enough to know he'd never agree to anything serious. Any seriousness meant there would be a target on her back. She sighed and climbed back into bed, getting comfortable. After a few more minutes, Dean reappeared, wearing a plain blue shirt, jeans and black socks, carrying two beers and a bag of Twizzlers pull and peel.

“Where did you find that?!” She asked as she accepted the beer and candy.

“I know where you hide the good snacks,” he told her “you can’t hide licorice from me!”

“I have to or I won’t get any!” She said as she moved over to make room for him. He settled in beside her as she opened the bag. They sat with their heads propped against the headboard, their hips and legs touching.

“You really think I’d be that mean?” He asked as she offered him a piece.

“Not intentionally,” she told him “I just know how you get.”

He took the candy and started to pull it apart.

“And how do I get?” He asked

“You start watching The Three Stooges, get distracted and next thing you know, you’ve eaten all the candy and then have to tell me about it with that sad puppy look on your face.” She grabbed a piece of the candy and went on “Then I can’t stay mad at you, so you go to the store, get more and then the cycle starts all over again.”

He laughed and she pressed play on the movie.

“That happens a little too much if you have it down pat.” He said and she shrugged.

“I don’t mind,” she told him “it’s funny.”

“What Peter Pan is this? I’ve never seen this one.” He asked

“The 2003 live action,” she told him “Jason Issacs is in this one.”

“Lucius Malfoy?” Dean asked and she nodded.

“He plays Captain Hook and Mister Darling.” She said.

He nodded and they watched in silence for a while, drinking and eating.

The part in the movie came where Peter and Wendy go off to see the fairies and she let out an audible gasp. Dean turned his head a little and watched as a look of wonder came over her face as the fairies left trails of glitter behind them as they flew, casting an ethereal glow in the forest. He was about to tell her that wasn’t what it looked like when fairies flew, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to break the spell of enchantment she was under as she watched the fairies, as well as Peter and Wendy, romantically dance. A slow smile crossed his face as he committed this moment to memory. The would be the moment he’d look back on later and know this is when he fell in love with her. He gently slipped his arm around her shoulders and she laid her head on his chest as he kissed her forehead.

“Dean?” She asked quietly

“Hm?” He answered, catching the scent of her shampoo.

She looked up at him, their eyes meeting as she bit her lip. Maybe nothing serious would ever happen between them, but that didn't stop how she felt about him.

“Could I-“ she cut herself off “No, could we-“ she cut herself off again, her cheeks turning pink “I mean, may I-“ she couldn’t get the words out and he smirked.

“Take a breath,” he told her gently “what’s on your mind?”

She took a breath she let it out shakily.

“CanIKissYou?” She said quickly, not even taking a breath between her words.

A slow smile crept across his lips and he nodded. She leaned in, her lip trembling and pressed her mouth to his.

His lips were soft and strong on hers, the heat between them blossoming into a passionate flame. He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her in place as he opened his mouth to kiss her again. She swiped her tongue across his lips and he opened his mouth to let her in. Her tongue intertwined with his, letting out a moan. They pulled away and she took her tank top off, leaving her in her bra and shorts. She took his hand that was in her hair and guided it to her breast. His thumb ran over the swell as his chest heaved.

“Dean,” she breathed “it’s okay, you can touch me.”

He leaned his head down, kissing between her breasts and up to her neck where he gently sucked on her flesh. She whined as she gripped his hair. His mouth met hers again, wrapping her into another heated kiss, the stubble on his face deliciously scratching her upper lip.

She guided his hand down and to her the waistband of her panties.

“You’re sure?” He asked in a husky tone.

“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” She told him as she looked at him. She too her hands away from his and rid him of his shirt. He gently closed his lips over hers and he pushed his fingers down and through her soaked folds, letting out a groan.

“God sweetheart,” he moaned into her mouth “so fucking wet already?”

“I’ve wanted this for a long, long time.” She told him as she slid her fingers through his gorgeous, thick hair “I want you to touch me so badly.”

She opened her legs wider for him as his fingers glided through her wet pussy, pushing two fingers inside of her easily as she gasped.

“OH!” She cried out as his thumb flicked back and forth over her clit.

“Let me see sweetheart,” he begged in her ear “let me see what I do to you.”

She quickly discarded her shorts and panties, opening her legs wide for him to get a good look as his handiwork. She was practically dripping on to his hand as he worked her up, higher and higher.

“Dean,” she cried out, her hands clutching the sheets beside her head. “Ohhhhh god Dean!”

“Wanna taste you,” He said as he pulled his fingers out and then quickly latched around her. He rolled on to his back, bringing her on top of him as she moaned. He sucked and licked on her while she thrust her hips into his face.

“That’s it,” She heard him moan “ride my face.”

He kneaded the flesh of her ass and gave her a light smack as she cried out, gripping her headboard so tightly that her knuckles were white.

“God, Dean!” She cried out. She wanted this feeling, this fantasy, to never end. His mouth and tongue working her nearly to the brink of insanity, but she wasn’t going to make him stop. She felt like she was on fire and freezing all at the same time as a sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead. She moaned his name over and over again as his thumb rubbed her clit in slow circles. She couldn’t warn him, the words wouldn’t form in her mouth. She threw back her head and let out a scream as the dam in her belly burst open, her eyes rolling in the back of her head and she went numb from head to toe for a few seconds. He gently brought her down to the bed and laid her beside him as they both breathed hard. He stroked her face with the back of his hand as he smiled, he was pleased that he’d had that effect on her.

“Wow.” was all she could say after a few moments of mutual silence. She leaned forward and kissed him, her taste lingering in his mouth. She ran her hands all over his naked torso; his chest, his back, shoulders and stomach, relishing in the feel of his skin under her hands, while he did the same thing. He yanked her bra off then tossed it aside. He admired the girl below him, her skin seemed to carry a glow around it as he took his time memorizing every curve. She captured his mouth with hers and pulled him into an intense kiss as she unbuckled his belt. Without missing a beat, he undid the button and zipper on his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear and got on top of her.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes searching her face for any signs of wariness or discomfort.

She nodded and slid her hands up his chest and around to his back.

“I want you,” She told him as she opened her legs wider for him and slid her hands up and into his hair “god, I want you so badly.”

She gripped his locks tightly as he guided himself into her and then plunged deep into her, making her cry out and arch her back. He’d slid home almost immediately, making her shutter.

“Dean,” she breathed “please, I want more. Please.”

He began to move, his hips gently thrusting into her.

“I won’t break,” she hissed “you can fuck me harder.”

He looked at her

“I don’t want to fuck you,” he told her “I want to make love to you.”

She looked startled at this notion, but nodded and let him carry on. His hips moved while he kissed, licked, bit and sucked on every inch of bare skin he could. She moved her hips with his and held on for the rest, he drove her higher and higher as she hooked her leg around his hips and rolled him on to his back. She slide her hands up his arms and to his hands where she laced her fingers with his as she rolled her hips into him. He gasped and chased a kiss from her, which she obliged, his tongue swiping across her lips.

“Dean,” she moaned into his mouth “Dean.”

His tongue dove into her mouth as her tongue danced with his. He sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips.

“Sweetheart,” he moaned as he rested his forehead on her chest “oh fuck.”

They both worked each other higher and higher until they were screaming each other’s names as they both finished. Dean fell back on to the bed, holding her tightly in his arms as she started to tremble.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he looked down at her.

She nodded, her finger tracing the planes of his chest.

“I’m fine,” she told him “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense.”

He smirked and kissed her tenderly as she laid her forehead against his chest. She quietly drifted off to sleep as he stroked her hair, relishing in the feel of her hair under his palm, her skin against his and the bliss he felt in that moment.

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[bunny-wk-fanfic]

Would love to see a Kagome/Deadpool, Something funny and maybe even fluffy. Do you think you can maybe help me out on getting this fix?

Here you are, always happy to do a Deadpool bit. Hope you enjoy this one!

Laughter and giggles echoed around him as fluffy down feathers floated through the room. With classic rock playing in the background and a table of all his favorite foods and drinks tucked safely to the side, this was a perfect night for Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool.

His laughter became muffled when a soft pillow managed to smack against his face. “Oh! Which one of you took a cheap shot?” he raised his own pillow, scanning the crowd of college students that all watched him, giggling and maintaining their silence.

A tug on his sheer teddy had him turning to a blond in pigtails, watching her giggle as she pointed to redhead that was now hiding behind her pillow as she waved her fingers at him.

“Oh-ho! They always said redheads are spicy!” he raised his own pillow teasingly. Shrieks of laughter rang through the air once he joined in again, more feathers bursting into the air with every hit that landed.

“What is the meaning of this?!” the loud call had all the girls crying out, rushing to the side away from the source.

Wade turned to see who interrupted their girls night only to stop short at the sight that greeted him. Kagome. But, it was Kagome dressed up as a hot teacher. Hair done up in a bun, blue blouse that was close to popping a few buttons, a skirt that clung to her thighs, sheer stockings, and strappy high heels. Her blue eyes scanned the room from behind a pair of classy cat-eyed glasses.

“It’s well past lights out, what are you girls doing up?” she palmed a riding crop as she walked into the room, heels clicking with each step, brushing past Wade to make her way to where the girls had lined themselves up. “And bringing in a boy into the girl’s dormitories. Looks like you girls need to be punished.”

Wade shivered when she spun about, looking him dead on, red lips curling up into a smirk. “I think, I’ll start with you, young man.” she stopped just as her front was pressed flush against him. “It seems only fair since you did sneak in.”

Wade could only nod his head, gulping and shivering when she raised a leg to rub against him, a hand running down his thigh as her other hand raised to curl over his shoulders. She was teasingly tapping the crop against his ass. “If- if you feel that’s fair.”

Her hand was quick to whip so the pointed smacked smartly across his behind. “Headmistress. You’ll address me as Headmistress when I allow you to talk. Now, let’s show these girls what it means to be a woman and how to please a man.”

Wade could only nod his head in agreement, not sure how Kagome became a Headmistress but was not about to question it. He was going to enjoy this and whatever she had planned for him. Now that she was here, all the other girls didn’t matter. “Whatever you say, Headmistress.”

“Mm, good boy. We’ll make a real man out of you yet.” she was quick to direct him to a bed, pushing him down and quickly crawling into his lap. “Now girls, when you’re with your partner, don’t be afraid to take charge every now and then. Let me demonstrate. Mr. Wade, I want you to undo the buttons of my blouse.”

Smiling behind his mask as he raised his hands to do as she said, it grew when he saw that the color that was hidden beneath her blouse. Red and black. Oh, she was wearing his favorite colors!

“Good work. Mr. Wade, please feel free to massage as you please.” her cheeks flushed, moaning when his large hands began to squeeze and massage her breasts. “N-now, don’t forget to rewa-reward your partner for doing good work.”

Wade was happy, his hands fitting perfectly over her breasts and working them to his heart’s content. A few happy giggles escaped him as he leaned in to bury his face in her chest, oh, this was the perfect night!

“And to keep things interesting and intimate, be sure to whisper in your partner’s ear every now and then.” one hand trailed up his spine, pulling the lower half of his mask to reveal the lower half of his face. A hum escaped her when she cupped his jaw to kiss him, nipping at his lower lip. They pulled away, panting as she trailed her lips to his ear.

“Wake up Wade, you know this isn’t real.” her voice was low and sultry, hips rolling against his own.

“Nuh-uh.” he shook his head before burying his face back into her chest. “Don’t wanna.”

“Do you honestly think I’d go for it while being watched by college girls, dressed in this outfit?” she pulled back, smacking his hands away from her chest so she could cross her arms over it.

A doopy smile lifted his cheeks at the sight she now presented to him. “Oh, I don’t know. The girls, I know is an absolute no-go for you. But the outfit, I don’t know. Maybe? If I asked really nicely?” his hands dropped to her hips, pulling her back in close.

She rolled her eyes, patting his cheek as she leaned in to kiss him once again. “Wake up Wade. You always tell yourself that the reality is far more pleasing than these fantasies. And here’s a warning, I’m not happy with the surprise you left in my closet.”

He whined when she pulled away, lips puckered to follow after the last kiss. “Come on babe, five more minutes.”

“You’ve been saying that for the past half hour.” a small hand shook his shoulder. “Come on, Wade, wake up.”

Jumping with a start, Wade searched his surroundings, eyes landing on Kagome wearing a thick knitted sweater, leggings, and knitted socks. Adorable and appropriate for the cold weather, sexy in its own right, but not the sexy teacher she had been a few minutes ago. “Where’s the riding crop, Headmistress Kagome?”

“My what?” her brows furrowed as she stared down at him. “Did you just call me Headmistress?” she shook her head, cleaning up her coffee table, muttering under her breath. “What teacher uses a riding crop?”

Sitting up, he watched her as he smacked his lips, stretching. “How long was I out this time?” his head canted to the side when she bent down to pick up a few things along the way to her kitchen.

“A couple of hours.” she was quick to wash her hands before picking up a tray of food and drink. “I would be worried if it weren’t normal for you. Nearly scared me to death when you crashed on my balcony in a bloody heap. Left a mess too.”

He couldn’t help but smile when she placed down the tray only to inspect him instead, hands tilting his head this way and that as she leaned over him. His hands rose to curl in the sweeping ends, with a gentle tug he pulled her down to kiss her. “Sorry to worry you, babe.” he easily pulled her into his lap, finally getting his Kagome Cuddles. “Just knew you were the best place I could go too.”

“Uh-huh. And to pay me back for that near heart attack, you decided to fill half my closet with ‘Sexy Costumes’?” her hand trailed through his blond hair, a courtesy of her healing him of his cancer, giving a slight tug to said hair.

“Ow-! Watch the hair!” his whine echoed between them, quick to ease her hands away. “Not that I mind, always into a bit of good hair tugging, but still a little sensitive.”

“Uh-huh.” she shifted so she could sit in his lap, shifting until he let out a groan and was quick grip her hips. “I’m guessing that’s sensitive too?”

“Yeah. Think you can give it some of your tender love and care? You were quite cruel to leave the pillow fight early last night.” he waggled his brows up at her, snickering when she showed confusion at his statement.

“When I what?” she shook her head and waved her hands. “Ya know what, I don’t want to hear about whatever fantasy your mind concocted while you were passed out. Eat and drink first, then you can explain to me the deal with my closet.”

Snickering, he sat back up to kiss her cheek and hug her close. “You said cock!”

Smiling despite the childish turn, she kissed his cheek in return, flopping down onto the couch to turn the t.v. on. Legs draped across his lap and holding the tray. “Eat your food, ya goof.”

“Will I get dessert if I do good, Headmistress?” he smiled down at her as he chewed around a mouthful of food.

“If your food wasn’t currently sitting on my legs, I’d kick you.” Kagome shifted as best she could to get more comfortable. “And enough with this ‘Headmistress’ thing. I am not some dominatrix. I for sure as hell don’t have a riding crop.”

“Then you didn’t check the back of your closet!” he snickered at her groan. While his mind and the voices supplied him with ideas, he was currently more interested in Kagome’s home-cooked meal. What happened after, well, he wouldn’t mind introducing her to a few of those sexy costumes he got her and perhaps even that riding crop.

[pagesoflauren]

A Thousand Years (vampire!Jack x reader AU) - Part 7

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“Here’s your lunch,” Jack says, handing her a small tote bag with a tupperware, an apple and a juice box. “Have you packed your water bottle as well?” “Yes, mum,” Y/N chides, taking the bag from him and tying it to one of the straps on her backpack so that her hands could be free. Jack puts his hands on his hips, giving her an unamused glare. She giggles, getting on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’ll be back at 4:30?” he says, holding her waist and leaning down to kiss her cheek as well. “Yeah, around that time,” she says. “Okay. What time will George be around?”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

“Now, I guess,” she laughs, walking over to the door as she slings her backpack over her shoulder. She unlocks it and opens the door to find her friend eating a bagel, cream cheese smeared on his face. “Don’t you look handsome…” she mutters sarcastically. “T’ank you,” he says with his full mouth. Jack comes to the door, avoiding the rectangle of sunlight that comes through the opening. “Oh,” George says, stepping in and allowing Y/N to close the door. “Hey, mate,” he says, reaching his hand out to shake Jack’s. “Morning,” Jack greets, giving him a firm handshake. “Y/N, do you mind if I finish this really quick?” “No, take your time.”

They chatted casually while George finished his breakfast. Jack learned that Y/N and George met during their first year of uni when they were in the same dorm. George moved out of the dormitories after the first year because it was too expensive and has been living in a co-op with some other lads that were still in uni and went to the same school or a different school and others that were working full time. “How many people live in your house?” “It’s a three bedroom house with five guys in it.” Jack wrinkles his nose at the idea. He had trouble living with Socks for a couple years and is still adjusting to living with Y/N; he can’t imagine what it’s like to live with four other people. “It’s not as bad as you think. Though we do have to call some of our girl friends to help with washing or something because we’re so clueless.My first week there I had to call Y/N to talk me through doing a load of laundry.” “Ah, yeah. She had to teach me how to use a Mac the other day.” “Oh, nice!” George says, taking another bite of his bagel and chewing it very casually, “How’s that going?” “Oh, I have no idea how to do anything still. I might just stick with the TV and cooking for now, have her deal with all that.” “Doesn’t sound like a bad combination. How’s cooking, you like it?” “I do, until I have to use garlic or onions.” “Mmm,” George hums, understanding as he stuffs the last bit of his bagel into his mouth. He chews quickly and Jack turns to find Y/N on the couch on her phone. “Y/N, love,” Jack calls, grabbing her attention, “Time for you to go.” “Okay,” she says, getting up and putting her backpack back on and stuffing her phone into her pocket. She hurries over to him, hopping on her toes to give him another kiss. “Have a good day, my love,” he whispers. He turns to George, “Have a good day, mate.” “You too,” he smiles, shaking his hand.

Jack steps back when Y/N opens the door to prevent himself from getting exposed to the sunlight that comes through the door and waves to her when she calls out one last goodbye.

“I’m gonna make a phone call,” Y/N says once George starts the car. She dials the number and brings her phone to her ear, listening as the ringing tone chimes in her ear. “Is this about finding Jack’s friend?” “Yeah, I found their old address in Liechtenstein, so I’m hoping I can find their old landlord and they can give me some information.”

George nods as he lowers the volume on the radio.

“Hallo?” a woman says on the other line after a minute of ringing “Um, hallo…spre-sprechen sie Englisch?” Y/N asks, speaking what little German she retained from her childhood trip to Berlin. “Yes,” the woman replies, “How can I help you?”

She sounds like she’s been speaking English for a long time, and Y/N is relieved a bit. “Hi, my name’s Y/N. What’s yours?” “Lotta. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” “It’s nice to meet you too. Um, Lotta, I was wondering if you could possibly give me information about a former tenant of yours?” “How long ago were they a resident here?” “They left in 1995 and possibly moved in around 1993.” She hears drawers opening and closing and papers being spread across the desk. “What is their name?” “Thomas Morrison. T-H-O-M-A-S-M-O-R-R-I-S-O-N. And, um, Poppy Hollingberry. P-O-P-P-Y-H-O-L-L-I-N-G-B-E-R-R-Y.” “Okay…please give me one moment.”

Y/N waits anxiously as the woman is silent on the other end of the line. She hums and mumbles to herself and Y/N’s heart drops a little when she hears a quiet “No” on the other end. “Ms. Y/N?” Lotta speaks after a few minutes. They’re almost to campus now. “Yes, I’m here.” “Hi. We do have record of a Thomas Morrison. I assume his phone number changed when he moved since it says here it moved to another country, but there is a job description here; a barista.” “Do you know what coffeeshop it was?” Y/N asks, the hope is her voice extremely noticeable. “No, unfortunately there is no indication of which coffeeshop it was. There are a few within a one-mile radius of this building, so I think it’s likely to be one of those.” “Okay. Okay, thank you so much, Lotta. This was a huge help,” Y/N says appreciatively. “Of course. I hope you can get in touch with him. Have a good day and good luck!” “Thank you, you too!” Y/N hangs up as George pulls into the parking lot on campus. “Sorry we couldn’t listen to music.” “No, it’s alright. You found something, though?” “I did! Kind of. I have to do more research, but I think the ball is rolling.” “Good, I’m glad something came out of it.” “Thanks. I really wanna do this for him. And I really hope I can do it before his birthday.” “I’m sure you will. When’s his birthday?” “June.” “Did you do anything this year?” “No! Because I didn’t know, he never told me and I never asked, which actually confuses me because I feel like the first thing you ask when you meet someone is what their birthday is. But I just never did and we never celebrated because ‘he’s had 167 of them, he doesn’t need another.’�� “Nah, fuck that! You gotta do something special on birthdays!” he says as he pulls into a parking spot. “Have you got bills for the pay station?” “Yeah,” she replies, unbuckling her seatbelt when George stopped the engine. She hops out of the car and pulls her backpack over her shoulders before fishing her wallet out. They walk to the pay station and she pays half before they begin walking to the science building. “Let’s get this year done!”

“There ya are mate, a big heaping of your favorite food, just the way you like it,” Jack says as he sets Socks’ food bowl down in front of him. He had spent the day cleaning and doing some laundry, killing some time with some more Jeremy Kyle. It wasn’t until 4:00 that Socks began asking for food again, so Jack obliged.

However, Socks doesn’t eagerly dig in, he just stares at the food bowl before looking back at Jack.

“What?” Socks’s tail swipes back and forth across the floor. “Why aren’t you eating?” Socks just stares at him through green eyes. “Mate, it’s your food, the same food you’ve eaten for the past two years since I got you, what’s wrong?”

Socks meows this time, getting up and walking away. Jack is confused when he follows him up the stairs. Socks is, again, sitting in front of Y/N’s office. The door is open this time but Y/N forgot to draw the curtains shut, so sunlight filters through the window there. Jack stays in the dark hallway as Socks gets up and goes in, meowing.

“She’s not in there, mate. She’s at school.”

Socks doesn’t give up, meowing and circling the room. Jack huffs in annoyance, arms crossing over his chest. Why won’t he just eat the damn food? He goes downstairs and sits in front of the TV. He looks over to the stairs when he hears Socks’ footsteps and watches as the feline looks around more before walking back to the food bowl.

He gets up and walks over to him. “Why aren’t you eating?” he asks again. Meow. Jack thinks for a bit, trying to understand Socks’ behavior of not eating and looking around the house. “Is it because Y/N didn’t make your food?” Silence. “Mate, it’s the same food, I make it just like she does. Same amount of dry food and wet food.” Silence. “It’s the same food you’ve been eating for years!” Silence. “Fine! Starve for all I care!” he says exasperated. He huffs as he stands as he and his cat engage in a staring contest. In the back of his mind, Jack is thinking Socks is doing this just to be difficult since Y/N isn’t there to witness his mischief. He looks at the clock on the microwave and sees that it’s 4:15. She could be home any minute.

“Please eat, she’ll be home soon, she might get mad at me for not feeding you.” Exactly, Jack imagines him saying. “You’re a little shit, you know that right?” I know. “Please eat,” he says, sitting on the floor, next to him. No. “Why not!?” Because. “It’s the SAME. DAMN. FOOD.” I don’t care. “SOCKS LOWDEN YOU EAT THIS FOOD RIGHT NOW.” Since when was my last name Lowden? “I’m your owner, you have my last name and you will listen to me!” Make me. “Please, please just eat,” Jack says, lying on the floor. The door unlocks and opens and Y/N walks into the kitchen. “What is happening?” “Socks won’t eat and I’m trying to get him to-“ “What are you talking about, he’s almost done.” “WHAT.” Jack scrambles up to look and lo and behold, his cat is digging into his food bowl, his tail straight up and ears perked. Y/N gives Jack a skeptical look. “Your age is showing, honey,” she says, stroking his cheek, “You’re losing it.” “No, no! We had an argument, he wasn’t listening to me, I put the food in fifteen minutes ago-“ “Shhh, stop grousing, it’s okay. This happens when people age, they see things that aren’t actually there.” Jack harrumphs to himself, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling. Y/N giggles as she turns to put her tupperware in the sink. “Lunch was really good, by the way. Thank you.” He doesn’t reply, eyes concentrated onto the floor and Y/N presses a kiss his cheek. “Stop frowning, baby. I like your dimples too much.” He feels a smile through his features, the muscles in his torso relaxing and his hands reaching to hold her to him “Can’t stay too long,” she says, cuddling into his side as his arms wrap around her, over her backpack and around to the other side to rest on her arm, “I’ve got homework.” “Already?” “This is normal, Jack. I’ve got a few chapters to read and outline.” He huffs into her hair and she pulls away, “I’ll be down in a couple hours for dinner, don’t worry.” “Okay.” He watches her go up the stairs with her backpack and hears her office door shut.

Y/N pauses her music after a couple hours of studying, feeling her stomach rumble. She goes to the bedroom to change, pulling on one of her dad’s old concert shirts and sleeping shorts. She grabs a bobby pin and tucks it into her hair so that it doesn’t fall into her face while she’s eating. She hears “My Girl” by the Temptations playing from a speaker downstairs.

“I guess you say, what can make me feel this way? My girl.” She laughs to herself when she hears an extra voice, the one that belongs to her boyfriend, singing along. She stands in the doorway of the kitchen, taking out her phone and opening Snapchat to take a video as the last refrain of the song plays. “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day with my girl,” Jack sings and dances around with an apron tied around his waist, using the wooden spoon in his hand as a mock microphone as a pot simmers on the stove. “I’ve even got the month of May—AH!” He jumps when he sees her in the doorway and quickly hides the spoon behind his back. She giggles as she sends the video to some of her friends. “Darling,” he says bashfully and Y/N is sure his cheeks would be turning red if he were human, “You’re early, I’m not quite done yet.” “Did you get distracted getting your boogie on?” “No! I was just, you know, sampling the pasta sauce.” “Mhmm,” she hums, “what’re you making?” “There’s this thing called one-pot pastas, have you heard of them?” “Oh yeah, it’s pretty cool.” “Yeah! You’ve got food for the week now and I only have to wash one pot!”

She laughs again at his excitement over this concept of making pasta in one pot that yields a huge serving. He’s still raving about it as he makes her plate and Y/N just stands there. She stands there and smiles, loving that she’s able to see him get excited over something so simple. She wants to keep showing him things, whatever new inventions and innovations have come out since he fell off the grid. She wants him to be this happy and excited all the time. “…and dinner is served!” he turns to hand her the plate and sees that she’s looking at him. “What?” “Nothing,” she says, shaking her head. She walks to him and cups his face, looking into his eyes. They’re mild and soft, blue like the ocean before a storm. “I love you,” she whispers. He laughs a bit to himself, as if he finds it amusing that she’s telling him this now, “Because I cook for you?” “No, because you’re perfect.” “I’m far from it, love.” “No way.” “I am,” he states, setting her plate on the counter and turning away from her, “Before I met you, I…” “What?”

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, forcing his lungs to take in as much air to its full capacity. “Jack, you’re scaring me,” she says quietly. She’s not stupid; she’s completely aware of what he’s capable of. Knowing that he might be telling her of some atrocity he participated in or committed frightens her. How could he hide that under his sweet face so well? Had he fooled her for the past eleven months? “I changed a human. And I’ve killed a lot of them too.” “Jack, you’ve told me, you only kill the other that hurt others-“ “I took a woman’s life and watched her become what I am,” he interrupts, emotions bursting forward. He never planned on telling her, he never planned on speaking of that woman again. “And I watched her become this angry, vengeful person that was so angry at me that she killed every living thing in her sight. Carol Grey, have you heard of her?”

Y/N’s quiet as she recollects the memories from her first year of psychology. Carol Grey was the classic example of someone who killed for sport out of anger. She was a notorious 1970s serial killer, acting quickly to kill almost thirty people within a three-week time period. Y/N begins connecting dots: Carol killed to spite a lover—Jack—and was found and killed by the Vampire Police Department of London. Peace was restored, but she’s mostly the reason why humans don’t interact with vampires much. “How could you keep this from me for so long?” she asks. “What was I supposed to say? ‘I’m the reason Carol Grey became a serial killer’?” “It couldn’t have been all you.” “She blamed me. I tried to stop her and she said ‘You made me this way. You’ve done this to me. I can’t kill you but I can kill others.’ Why do you think I tried ending it after we had dinner together for the first time? I couldn’t have you wanting me to change you then turn around and start killing people.” “It’s not your fault. You bit her, but you didn’t make her kill all those people. That was a choice she made on her own and she used you as a scapegoat. She was probably mad at herself for asking you to do it and that’s how she hashed it out.”

He doesn’t say anything, and Y/N thinks this is the most vulnerable she’s seen him since he was afraid to meet her parents. She holds her hand out. “Jack.” He looks at her open hand, but looks away. “Jack, take my hand. Please.”

He sniffles, appearing to reluctantly take her hand, but she feels his tight grip. He’s holding on with everything he has.  She pulls him toward her and wraps her arms around him so that he can rest his head in the crook of her neck.

“What you did and what she did are completely different. I understand why you think it’s your fault, but you need to know that it was a choice she made. You were doing what you thought was right and that’s what happened. It doesn’t make you a bad guy, it doesn’t make you an accomplice,” she whispers, pushing his shoulders gently so that she can look into his eyes, “and it doesn’t make me love you any less. And it doesn’t make you any less perfect to me.”

Jack knows what it’s like to have a crush on someone. But now, he knows what it feels like to look into a person’s eyes and feel their love for him. The stray movement of her finger tips on the back of his neck and on his shoulder spread a feeling of calm over him. The reassuring look in her eyes helps him understand that she doesn’t hold his past against him and he realizes he shouldn’t hold it against himself. He had been angry and upset for so long, almost shutting Y/N out only to let her in when she told him she didn’t want to be like him. He knows what it’s like to forgive himself after forty years of being single.

When he saw Thomas and Poppy together, he told himself that it was very possible he’d be their third wheel for all eternity, their single friend that just never settles down, because he couldn’t let what happened with Carol repeat. Y/N almost forced her way into his life, returning his jacket when she didn’t need to, pulling him into their first kiss, bringing him up to date with the times and showing him that life can be fun. He can’t help but feel so lucky that she came into the pub that night. He’s so lucky that she loves him, which is something he never thought he’d have.

“Sit with me while I eat?” she asks. “Yes,” he says.

They sit at the dining table together, chatting as Y/N eats. Their chairs are close together and Jack’s hand rests on her knee. As he watches her laugh at a joke he made, he realizes that to the dinner table or to the North Pole, he’d follow her anywhere.

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lil sneak peek into Jack’s life before Y/N 👀

ALSO HI FROM DISNEYLAND!!! I’m here all day today so peep those picture I’ll be posting!

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PS ~ A Peter Parker Story that Begins with Notes (Part Two)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader

Summary: Peter misses class, and a classmate offers to share notes. They start passing notes back and forth and develop friendship. In this installment: The date! That’s all you get I refuse to spoil xoxo

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, and nervous Peter

Word Count: 2385

A/N: This is more than likely gonna be the final unless Ava manages to convince me otherwise. Hope you enjoy it!

New to PS? Find the first part here!

“What the fuck do I wear?” Peter started hyperventilating to Ned the moment his nervousness became greater than his excitement.

“Dude, I dunno. Where are you planning on taking her?”

Peter mulled over the question. “I have no idea… Maybe someplace with a lot of variety, since I have no idea what she likes… So like O’Charley’s or something?”

“That place has the best rolls.”

Peter nodded in agreement, saying, “O’Charley’s it is.” A short pause. “Okay but what the fuck do I wear?”

Cue two boys who have no idea how to impress girls comparing outfits in similar fashion to a Hollywood movie, with lots of yelling from Peter. He was…very stressed.

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Peter walked into English literature the next day to a pink sticky note on his desk. “Looking forward to tomorrow’s date. Got anywhere in mind?” you had written, signing off with your initial and a heart. At the last second (he could tell by the messier writing), you’d written a PS: “this is cute, so I kind of wanna keep the notes going, if that’s okay with you.”

Before the bell rang, he passed a yellow note back, “I was thinking O’Charley’s maybe? If you’d be okay with that?” He added a heart next to the P before adding his own PS: “I like it to, actually, so I don’t mind at all.”

The prof began speaking before you could return a note, so you gave him a smile and a thumbs-up in response. He may have been just the teeniest bit proud of himself because you didn’t oppose his choice for dinner. At the end of class, you slipped him one last note with a big happy face saying, “They have the best rolls.” He laughed and watched you walk out the room, a smile like sunshine plastered on your face.

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Was it silly to plan on wearing his lucky socks on his first date with a girl he’d only actually talked to once? Maybe, but Peter honestly couldn’t care less. His chipper attitude was unmistakable, and he was beaming when he walked into class that morning. You greeted him with a little note that said, “Someone’s looking happy today!” accompanied by a quick drawing of a boy and girl holding hands. Flashing an even wider smile over at you, he spoke, “I think you know why that is.” You giggled as the bell rang, and you both radiated a giddy air as you took notes.

The rest of the day dragged on agonizingly slow for Peter; he just couldn’t quit watching the clock. He was unbelievably excited for that evening that his jitters seemed fatal by the end of his last class. Once the bell finally rang, he sprang up and walked as quickly as he could back to his dorm. It was on.

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“Ned, I dunno. This doesn’t feel right,” a freshly-showered Peter complained to Ned, looking at himself in the mirror. He was wearing the outfit he and Ned had picked out on Wednesday.

“You look fine, dude. Just go pick (Y/N) up already. She’ll think you look great,” Ned replied, dismissing his friend’s nervousness with a wave of the hand.

“Y’know… okay, whatever. I’ll go like this. This is fine.”

Clad in a dark grey short-sleeved button-up that was open to reveal a plain white tee shirt, medium wash jeans, black sneakers, and, of course, his lucky socks, he drove over to your residence hall to pick you up. He came up to your room to get you because he’s a gentleman (after asking if he could, because he was nervous), and your roommate grilled him a little while you grabbed your phone and whatever else you’d want to take with you. As your roommate shuts the door, she tells him that he better take good care of you. You blush a little from embarrassment, and he promises that he will.

“You look stunning,” he says as you walk out of the building. You’re wearing one of your go-to faves because you were nervous about what to wear as well.

You stutter out two “thank you”s, one right after the other, because you’ve barely gotten the first one out by the time he’s opening the passenger side door for you. The ride is a bit quiet, but it’s a comfortable quiet. In the background, what you assume to be his master playlist plays softly from his phone, which is connected to the AUX. As the songs change, you compliment him on his music taste. He thanks you a little loudly, and blush dusts his cheeks. Fuck, he was so nervous about being with you.

You’d decided to go out a bit early for dinner so that you wouldn’t have to wait for seating (Peter is very impatient), so you sat down nearly immediately and ordered drinks. As this was the first date, you’d assumed you were safe from straw wrapper missiles, but you’d been mistaken. Peter sniped you right between the eyes as you took a refreshing sip of (whatever you’re drinking). As Peter dissolved into laughter, you shot him a glare and threw the wrapper back at him after crumpling it into a ball.

Dinner, needless to say, was amazing. You’d ordered your favorite from the menu, and it tasted just as good as any other time, but the best part was how easy Peter was to talk to. Before college, the two of you had been involved in vastly different things, so you had all kinds of stories to tell each other, and there was never a lull in conversation. Every story he told caused you to recall something else and vice versa. You found yourself wishing more than once that the clocks would all just stop working, and you’d be able to sit and talk to Peter forever. You had no idea, but he was wishing exactly the same.

The sun had begun to set when the two of you left the restaurant, painting the sky with pale pinks and oranges. The sight was breathtaking, honestly, but Peter still couldn’t help but steal occasional glances at you. Somehow, your beauty had enraptured him and he couldn’t pull himself from you. How had that happened in so little time? Is this what love at first sight was like? Is this what it was like to fall for someone without even realizing what was happening before it was too late?

At your request, Peter walked you back to your room when he dropped you off. Neither of you noticed, but you both walked slower and slower the closer you got to your door. The steps you took were very awkward and staggered, but you were so caught up in conversation with Peter that you didn’t pay any attention. You were just trying to make the time with him last as long as you possibly could. In all your years, no one had managed to captivate you like he had, and you didn’t want to waste a single moment with him.

The goodbye was very awkward, as Peter was far too nervous to kiss you after such a short amount of time, but he pulled you in for a long, tight hug that made your heart flutter all the same. When you walked into your room, your roommate was sitting on her bed, waiting for you to spill every single detail about the evening. You did, of course, and she encouraged you to pursue Peter with everything you had. You told her you’d been planning on that anyway.

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The following Monday, Peter was greeted by another note that read, “Friday was lovely. We should do it again sometime.” He asked you on another date the following weekend, and another one the weekend after that. Soon enough, people were considering the two of you an item. Ned was the one who finally pushed Peter over the edge to ask you to officially be his girlfriend, to which you enthusiastically said yes, of course.

Due both parts to nervousness and gentlemanliness, you figured, Peter still hadn’t pushed kissing when you were going on your fourth official date. You didn’t wanna act pressuring because you knew how anxious he could get sometimes, so you were waiting for him to make the first move. As the time stretched on, however, you were getting a little restless. If you didn’t get a kiss on this date, you were gonna plan the next one, and you were gonna get that fucking kiss.

After taking you out to see the most recent novel-turned-movie, you stopped by a local parlour for ice cream to talk about the film you’d just seen. You were gushing about how well different characters had been adapted for the screen, but Peter wasn’t paying your words much attention. When you got really excited like this, he would see a stunning little sparkle in your eyes that never failed to take his breath away. He’d carefully take in all your features, doing his best to memorize you in those moments.

After finishing your ice cream and spending almost twenty minutes (accidentally) loitering, you returned to Peter’s car, and he took you back to your dorm. He walked you to your door as usual, but something seemed a little off about the way he was acting. His shuffling seemed more nervous than normal. Just as you opened your mouth to ask him about it, he stopped walking.

“What—” you started, but he cut you off.

“Finals are next week,” he said.

You affirmed in a confused tone, “Yeah?”

“And then we go home to the summer. You go back to (where you’re from), and I go back to Queens.”

You held your breath for him to continue, but, when he didn’t, you asked, “What of it?”

“I…um…well…” He struggled for words for a long moment before settling on, “I really like you, (Y/N). You’re not gonna dump me while we’re separated for three months, are you?”

Your mouth dropped open in a noise of surprise and your eyes widened to their maximum. “Peter! No, of course not! I really like you too! And no one is saying we can’t call or Skype or visit…” You trailed off with a pang of anxiety. You hadn’t talked about seeing each other at home.

Peter’s eyes widened then, but with excitement. “Really? I can come and see you?”

“Sure!” you exclaimed with a little laugh and a sigh of relief. “Just give me a bit of warning, but yeah, of course!”

As Peter heaved his own relieved sigh, he grabbed your hand and walked you the rest of the way to your room and said, “Yeah, definitely. Okay, that sounds great.”

His smile was impossible to not return. Just standing there, you were half sure you fell for him all over again as he looked at you with those lovely brown eyes. He leaned down to hug you around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around in a little circle. As he set you down, you wondered how you were so lucky to have someone like him. You started unlocking your door as he waved a goodbye. A moment later, you felt his arms around your waist again.

“I forgot something,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“What is it, Peter?” you said as you turned around in his arms and slid yours around his neck.

“Well…I…uh,” he started. He felt his throat close up and felt as if he hadn’t drank water in four days. Come on Peter, you got this. He hoped you couldn’t feel his body shaking (you could) as he said, “Okay well… um…”

“Peter, honey, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s not… Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice even quieter. “I’m just…well…a little nervous.”

You laughed lightly. “You don’t have to be nervous with me.”

He sighed again, looking away for a moment. “I know.” He chewed on his lip and looked into your eyes, as if searching for something. After a moment, he smiled, a small, soft smile that caused your chest to tighten a little. “(Y/N), I...” He took a deep breath before starting again. “(Y/N), I think I love you.”

You felt your heart nearly burst out of your chest. Without thinking, you responded, “What?”

Peter’s mouth dropped open for a moment before saying, “Oh fuck. Fuck, that was too fast I’m so sorry. I’m not sure how all of this works so I—“

“Peter,” you cut him off. “I think I love you too.”

“Really?”

Peter’s grip around your waist tightened with one arm while the other reached up to cup your face in his hand. His eyes were shining like they’d never shown before, and your heart was beating like crazy at the exchange you’d just had between each other. With your head spinning in delight, you didn’t notice Peter’s eyes close until you felt his soft lips against yours. Your eyes widened for a split second before fluttering closed, and you pulled yourself closer to him to deepen the kiss.

Peter was the first to pull away. The smile that graced his features was impossibly large; your poor heart couldn’t take much more of this. As you looked up at him, you returned a smile that you knew matched his in joy. You could feel both your bodies shaking, from excitement or nervousness or both you weren’t sure. What you were sure of? You were happier than you’d ever been.

“Oh, uh also,” Peter broke the silence, coughing awkwardly.

“Yes?” you asked, blinking at him.

“I guess this is kind of a PS,” he said with a laugh, winking at you. “I love you for sure.”

You pulled him in for another kiss before telling him, “I love you for sure too.”

Eventually, the two of you pulled apart from each other and Peter headed back toward his dorm. You watched him walk out, leaning heavily against your door, an enchanted air about you. That night, you could have sworn your feet didn’t touch the ground after Peter kisses you. And he still swears that the stars shined brighter that night than they ever had before in his life.

Fin.

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