#like you have to get on your hands and knees like PLEEEASE HEAR ME OUT PLEEEEEAAASE

[nylqnder]

CHRISTMAS MORNING JACK HUGHES

— event masterlist !

pairing: fem!reader x jack hughes

summary: a cozy christmas morning unfolds for yours and jacks family.

warnings: established relationship + family, you and jack having two kids, brief mention (blink and you miss it) of sex, kissing

wc: 2.59k

notes: final fic of my twelve days of christmas series!! so normally i don't like writing dad fics but this was too cute to not write and i got a little carried away with the world building lol

The first whispers of daylight nudged at the frost-tinged windows, and the faint glow of a winter sunrise spilled into the corners of your bedroom. Sleep was elusive for you and Jack last night. The excitement of Christmas kept your two little ones wide awake, and it took a while to finally coax them into bed. Once they were peacefully asleep, you and Jack spent the next hour arranging presents under the tree, carefully crafting the illusion that Santa had visited your living room in the quiet hours of the night.

The dim light of dawn filtered in, teasing the edges of consciousness. Everything was peacefully silent… until it wasn’t. A cacophony of squeals and laughter accompanies the patter of small feet that gets louder and louder. Before you can even form a coherent thought, the sound of your bedroom door bursting open and hitting the wall pierces the quiet, followed by two bodies hurtling onto the bed with unbridled glee.

“Santa came! Santa came!” Ellie’s voice, sharp and jubilant, rings out like a bell, while Grayson’s higher-pitched laughter trails behind her declaration. Their small hands tug at the covers, and with them, any last shred of warmth and sleep you hoped to cling to.

Jack stirred beside you, his groggy groan muffled by a pillow he had instinctively tried to use as a shield. You glanced at the side table, the digital clock reading 7:28. You squint against the dim light and see Elliott bouncing on her knees, her strawberry-blonde curls wild from sleep, her eyes wide with the wonder of a five-year-old on Christmas morning. Beside her, Grayson is less coordinated but no less enthusiastic, flopping down on Jack’s chest before scrambling up again to pull at his arm.

“Up, Daddy!” Grayson exclaims, his chubby toddler hands gripping Jack’s wrist as if sheer determination will pull his father from the depths of exhaustion.

Jack tossed the pillow shielding his face to the side, turning towards you. His hair tousled in a way that made him look effortlessly boyish despite the years. Jack’s voice, thick with sleep but carrying a soft smile, rumbled through the early-morning chaos. “You hear that? Santa came,” he murmured, his breath warm against your temple.

“Mommy, you have to come see!” Ellie insisted, her excitement bubbling over as she crawled up the bed, clambering over your body. She leaned perilously close to your face, her freckled nose inches from yours. “There’s a HUGE one under the tree! It’s got a gold bow and red wrapping and I think it’s for me!”

Grayson, not to be outdone, shifted his efforts from Jack to you. He pulled the duvet off of your torso, the air outside the bed’s cocoon biting against your skin where the covers had been yanked away. “Come, Mommy, hurry!” His blue eyes, so much like Jack’s, sparkled with the kind of joy that only a three-year-old could summon.

You sighed, a mixture of amusement and resignation, and began to prop yourself up on your elbows. Jack, catching the motion out of the corner of his eye, placed a hand lightly on your shoulder, his warm fingertips a contrast to cold air outside the bed. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice still heavy with sleep but carrying an undercurrent of tenderness. “You stay, I’ll get the coffee going. You can take your time.”

The thought was tempting, but Ellie’s insistent tugging had grown more urgent. “Mommy, pleeease! You have to see it! Santa ate all the cookies, and—” she paused for dramatic effect, her eyes widening. “—there are glittery reindeer footprints on the rug!”

“Okay, okay,” Jack said, his tone halfway between indulgence and resignation. “How about a deal? You two go check under the tree — make sure Santa didn’t leave anything behind — and I’ll start making breakfast.” He glanced at you, his blue eyes soft with a silent promise of a few stolen moments of peace. “Mommy will be right behind you. Deal?”

Elliott pouted for half a second before nodding solemnly, the gravity of the proposal weighing on her like a proper contract. “Deal! Come on, Gray!” She scrambled off the bed with impressive speed, dragging her brother by the hand as they bolted for the door, their laughter echoing down the hall.

The sudden quiet was almost deafening. Jack sighed, rubbing a hand across his stubbled jaw as he glanced at you, a slow smile spreading across his face. “That bought us, what — five minutes?” he joked, leaving the warmth of the bed with a reluctant groan. The sheets slipped away to reveal the lean, sleep-warm lines of his torso.

Your gaze lingered on him as he stretched, his movements slow and fluid, the soft light tracing the sharp lines of his shoulders and the taut planes of his back. There was something about the unguarded ease of mornings like these — the way his hair stuck up slightly at odd angles, the curve of his mouth as he let out a contented sigh, and the way his skin held the remnants of sleep’s warmth.

Jack reached for the pair of sweats draped over the chair by the window, the muscles in his arms shifting as he stepped into them. You felt a familiar tug in your chest, that quiet, magnetic pull of affection mixed with admiration. It wasn’t just his physicality, though that certainly caught your attention—it was the unassuming way he carried himself, the effortlessness with which he balanced the roles of husband and father, and somehow still managed to look like a scene from a romantic film first thing in the morning.

As he tossed on a hoodie, Jack caught you watching, a corner of his mouth quirking into a knowing smile as he brushed a hand through his hair.

“See something you like?” he teased, his voice low and playful.

You rolled your eyes, though the curve of your lips betrayed you. “Just wondering how you manage to look that good on no sleep,” you said, your tone light but honest.

He chuckled, crossing the room to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a heartbeat. “Must be a Christmas miracle.” he joked.

Jack crossed the room, shutting the door softly behind him. You sank back into the pillows for a moment, listening to the distant sound of childish giggles and screeches as your kids no doubt were scanning the bags and boxes to figure out which gifts were for them. The corner of your lips lifted as you pictured the scene awaiting you—a tree lit with soft, golden lights, stockings bursting with trinkets, and two wide-eyed children tearing into the carefully wrapped gifts with all the patience of a wild storm.

Pulling yourself from the cozy embrace of the duvet, you slipped your legs over the side of the bed, toes brushing against the cool hardwood. You reached for the flannel Christmas pajamas Jack had tugged off you last night in a quiet moment of intimacy when the house finally stilled, the soft fabric a buffer against the morning chill. You padded to the bathroom, running a brush through your hair until it framed your face in somewhat manageable waves. A quick splash of water on your face, teeth brushed, and you were as ready as you could be for the whirlwind downstairs.

The air smelled faintly of coffee as you descended the stairs, the creak of the wooden steps masked by the symphony of excited whispers and the occasional shriek of joy. Peering into the living room, you caught sight of Elliott and Grayson darting around the tree like two joyful fireflies, their small hands flipping over tags on the presents.

“Gray! This one says ‘To Grayson, Love Santa!’” Ellie shouted, holding up a package wrapped in bright red paper adorned with tiny reindeer.

Grayson’s eyes widened as he reached for it, though Jack, stepping in with his mug of coffee, quickly intercepted. “Not yet, buddy. Stockings first. Rules are rules.”

He glanced up as you entered, his face softening into that effortless smile you loved so much. “Just in time, your mugs on the counter.”

You swiped the mug from the island, indulging in the bitterness. “Mommy, hurry!” Ellie called from the living room, already tugging at the corner of her stocking. Grayson was next to her, arms deep in his own stocking, pulling out a small car with a delighted squeal.

You joined them, sitting cross-legged on the floor as you helped the kids unpack their stockings. Small toys, chocolates, and even a few practical gifts — like socks — were met with equal excitement.

After stockings, you and Jack quickly whipped up pancakes, eggs, and bacon while the kids played with the toys they’d received in their stockings. At the table, the kids barely sat still, vibrating with excitement as they ate just enough to be excused. The table was cleared quickly, plates rinsed and stacked, and then it was time for the main event.

You and Jack settled onto the couch, mugs in hand, as Elliott and Grayson dove headfirst into the pile of presents under the tree. Wrapping paper flew in all directions, accompanied by shrieks of joy as each wish list item was uncovered. A Barbie dreamhouse for Ellie. A set of dinosaur figurines for Grayson. A remote-controlled car. A glittery art kit. You and Jack exchanged amused glances, your hearts full as you watched their unfiltered joy.

Jack leaned close, his arm brushing against yours as he whispered, “This is my favorite part.”

“Mine too,” you replied softly, watching the kids with a warmth that spread through your chest.

After what felt like hours of watching the kids revel in their treasures, Jack stood and walked over to the tree. He crouched down, sifting through the remaining gifts before pulling out a small box wrapped in silver paper. Turning to you with a boyish grin, he said, “This one’s for you. From me.”

You raised an eyebrow, setting your coffee aside as you accepted the box. “Is this something I can open in front of the kids?” you teased, giving him a playful smirk.

Jack laughed, shaking his head. “Yes, you can open it in front of the kids. I promise.”

The kids crowded around you, their faces alight with curiosity. You peeled back the paper, revealing a plain black jewelry box. Your heart skipped as you flipped it open — only to reveal not a necklace or earrings, but a single car key. Your eyes widened, disbelief etched across your face as you glanced from the key to Jack. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” Jack said, his grin widening as he motioned towards the front door. “Go look in the driveway.”

The kids were on their feet before you, racing to the door with cries of “What is it? What is it?” trailing behind them. You followed, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. You slipped on your uggs, opened the door and stepped on the porch, the cold morning air rushing against your cheeks, though you didn’t really notice.

Because there, in your driveway, was a brand-new Cadillac Escalade parked in the driveway, its polished black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. A massive red bow sat proudly on the hood, the ribbon fluttering slightly in the breeze.

You froze, your brain struggling to process what your eyes were telling you. Jack was at your side now, his hands resting casually in his pockets, his expression one of quiet pride. “Jack,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, “did you seriously buy me a new car?”

He grinned, his gaze steady. “You were due for an upgrade. And you deserve the best, always.”

You turned to him, your heart so full it threatened to burst. “I — Jack, this is too much. It’s gorgeous.”

He shrugged, his tone light. “It’s got room for the kids, especially since they’re growing and Ellie just started hockey… And, y’know…” He paused, his eyes sparkling with a teasing glint. “Extra space. In case we want to expand the roster.”

The implication hung in the crisp air for a moment before you burst into laughter, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re welcome,” he replied, leaning in to kiss your temple.

Jack intercepted both Ellie and Grayson before they ran out in their socks, helping them into their winter boots. The kids’ squeals of excitement broke the moment as they darted down the steps of the porch toward the car, their tiny boots crunching against the frost-dusted driveway.

Ellie, impatient as ever, tugged at the door handle but stopped short when she realized it was locked. “Mommy, you have the key!” she hollered, hopping up and down in place.

You hurried down the steps, the car key still clutched in your hand. With a click of the key fob, the Escalade’s lights flashed and the doors unlocked. Ellie let out a triumphant cheer, yanking the door open with all the strength her five-year-old frame could muster. “It’s HUGE!” she exclaimed, climbing inside and sprawling across the back seat.

Grayson toddled after her, his shorter legs struggling to hoist him into the car. Jack reached down and gave him a boost, settling him beside Ellie.

Jack turned to you with a raised brow. “What do you think? Roomy enough?” His tone was casual, but you could see the hope in his expression, the eagerness to hear your thoughts.

You took a slow step forward, running your hand over the smooth, glossy paint. “Jack… it’s incredible. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Say you love it,” he replied, leaning casually against the car with his hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. His smile was easy, but there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes that told you how much thought he’d put into this moment.

“I love it,” you said, your voice soft with sincerity. “But I love you more.”

His smile deepened, and he pulled you into a quick hug, his arms warm and steady around you. “Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Ellie’s voice interrupted the moment as she leaned into the front of the car. “Daddy! It has a screen! And buttons!” She pointed to the touch screen in the center console, her small fingers hovering over it like it was a treasure chest of untold riches. “Can I push one?”

“Not yet, El,” Jack said with a laugh. “Let’s figure out what they do first, okay?”

Grayson clambered into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. “I drive!” he announced, his voice filled with authority.

“Oh no you don’t, buddy,” you said, opening the driver's seat door and scooping him up before he could start pressing buttons. He giggled as you twirled him in the air, placing him in the back beside Ellie.

Jack leaned against the car, watching the kids explore with the fascination only children could bring to something new. “I can already see this thing covered in crumbs and sticky fingerprints by the end of the week,” he joked, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

You laughed, leaning into him. “Probably.”

Jack wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both watched the kids giggle and chatter excitedly. The car was beautiful, but it was this moment — the shared joy, the love that radiated from your little family — that made it priceless.

You turned to Jack, resting a hand against his chest. “You spoil me, you know that?”

“Just giving you what you deserve,” he replied, his voice soft with affection.

“Careful,” you teased, “you’re setting the bar pretty high for next Christmas.”

Jack grinned, leaning in to press a soft but loving kiss to your lips. “Good thing I like a challenge.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

barrys girl

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, protected sex (yayyy!), open relationship, barrys girlfriend!reader, curvy!reader, mentions of drugs and guns, mention of possible/future threesome

“come on, bears.” you coo, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's shoulders as you call him by your favorite nickname. “you should go easy on him.”

“and why should i do that princess?” barry looks up to you, away from the scared teen shivering on the opposite couch.

“he's cute.” you coo, smiling at rafe, and then back at barry. “pleeease, bears.”

“fine.” he growls out. he doesn't mind your open relationship, it allows him to sleep around too, knowing he always has you to come back home to. the only time he doesn't appreciate it is when it gets in the way of his business deals.

“you're the best.” you press your lips against barrys, giving him a passionate kiss, putting on a full display for rafe, still worried about the money he owes, but now confused as well.

“come on.” you say, and it takes rafe a second to realize you're talking to him.

“what's going on?” he asks, long eyelashes fluttering.

“barry is gonna forgive what you owe as long as you fuck me. that is, if you want to fuck me?”

rafe looks you up and down. despite being confident with women, he can admit when someone is out of his league, and just by the way your shorts cling to your ass, he knows this is a rare opportunity.

“of course i want to.” he jumps up, knees bumping into the coffee table, making the glasses rattle.

“well thank barry then come on.” you walk into the bedroom, waiting for rafe to follow.

“isn't that your girlfriend?” rafe whispers, keeping his voice down in case you hear.

“yeah. so fuck her good, man.” barry waves him away, ready to move onto other business now that rafe is taken care of.

“thanks.” rafe says, quickly moving into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. he takes a deep breath of relief for not having to explain yet again why he can't pay barry back.

“all good sugar?” you ask, southern accent barely licking the edges of your words, just enough to tell rafe you're not exactly from these parts.

“yeah-” rafes eyes focus, and there you are, on the bed completely naked, large tits and thick thighs all on display for him to see.

“don't be shy.” you smile softly. rafe takes a minute to admire the gorgeous features of your face, your dark eyebrows and full, rosy lips, before his eyes move lower, catching on where your legs meet.

“you gonna fuck me or what?” you spread your legs, and rafe swears he almost drools at the sight of your pussy, bare, pink, and juicy wet for him.

rafe is aware of your eyes on him as he quickly undresses, wishing he would have worked out this morning just to have even more muscles on show for you.

by the time rafe pushes his underwear down his thighs, he's already hard.

you smile approvingly at his cock before tossing a condom at him. barry is the only one who gets you raw, and same with him with other girls, it's just the code you agreed upon.

rafe slides the rubber over himself, moving over to kneel on the bed when suddenly barry bursts through the door.

“chill, country club, just gotta grab something.” he laughs when seeing the scared look on rafes face, worried he fell into some sort of trap. barry goes over to the dresser, pulling a gun out and tucking it into the back of his shorts.

“ill be back, baby.” barry now addresses you. “gotta go take care of somethin’.”

“okay, be safe bears. rafey will keep me company until you're back.” 

barry leans over the bed, unfazed by how naked you are, or rafes still hard cock resting against your bare cunt. he presses a kiss against your lips, just like he always does before leaving.

his eyes move down your body, definitely going to have to fuck you when he gets home. “so, that's what you're working with country club.” barry chuckles as rafes hands scramble to cover his cock.

“leave him alone, barry.” you roll your eyes, giving his chest a shove.

“alright, alright.” barry backs out with his hands raised, shutting the door behind him.

“he's just being a dick. still wanna fuck? if you don't i won't make you.” you sit up, placing a hand on rafes shoulder. “and i won't tell barry anything. he'll still forgive whatever you owe.”

“i-i still wanna fuck you.” rafes hands move away and you can see he's even harder after having barry see him. you make a mental note to remember that for later, for the next debt rafe inevitably ensues like all addicts do. 

you nod, flipping over onto your hands and knees. you lower your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to rafe.

his large hands grip your plump bottom, pushing your thighs farther apart to look at your pussy again.

“gonna eat it first?” you giggle, swaying your hips from side to side. “or you just enjoying the view?”

rafe doesn't answer, simply swipes a finger through your folds and brings it to his mouth, moaning when he tastes the wetness on his tongue. he wastes no more time, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in steadily.

“fuck, that's good.” you moan, pressing your face into the mattress to silence your moans as rafe begins to move.

his eyes stay on your ass, watching the way your skin ripples with his every thrust.

“you're so hot.” rafe mumbles, making you laugh against the bedsheets, pushing yourself up to your hands as you begin to move back against rafe, meeting his thrusts.

“fuck, y/n.” you love the way your name sounds on rafes lips as his hands move up to your waist, holding you there by your soft flesh.

“harder.” you moan out. “harder, please.” 

rafe listens instantly, increasing the pace and how deep his thrusts are going, not holding back as he pounds into you.

“yeah, like that!” you moan out, listening to rafes grunts over your shoulder as he fucks you, gaining confidence with every movement.

rafe moves one hand to your ponytail, gripping your curls between his fist as he pulls your head back, making you let out a sensual whine.

“you like that?” rafe questions, hips pumping into you, but it's clear by your moans and the gush of wetness to your pussy that you like the way it feels.

rafe keeps one hand on your waist to keep you pulling back against him, not allowing you to stop or slow down, even as your legs begin to tire.

“gonna-gonna have barry watch next time.” you say, knowing it will only spur rafe on more. “then you can watch him fuck me.”

“yeah?” rafe moves faster, knees digging into the bed. “you like being passed around like a slut? might as well invite all my friends to have a go at you as well.”

“do they also owe barry money?” you joke, letting out a breathy laugh before it turns into a gasp as rafe tugs at your ponytail.

“god, you feel so- fucking warm.” rafe gasps out.

“gonna cum for me?” you question, feeling rafes cock swell inside of you.

“y-yeah.” it only takes a few more thrusts for rafe to cum with a loud moan of your name, pushing his hips as far forward as he can despite the condom blocking him from spilling inside of you.

“fuck.” rafe pulls out, regretting being finished. 

you flip over onto your back, head against the pillows with a soft, sleepy smile on your face. “you were good rafe.”

“i was good?” rafe laughs. “you… your body is incredible.”

you watch as rafe discards of the condom before putting his clothes back on.

“barry will want you to stay until he's back, do you want a snack?” you ask, getting up from the bed, still naked as rafe follows you out of the bedroom.

you eat and chat idly while waiting for your boyfriend to return, rafes eyes occasionally dropping to your tits, or watching your ass when you bend down to pick something up.

“baby, im home!” barry yells, slamming the door shut behind him as he smirks at you, seeing you completely naked and rafe still there with flushed cheeks.

“missed you, bear.” you coo, giving him a kiss that quickly turns passionate as he grips your ass, pulling you against him. by the time you're done kissing your boyfriend and need to pull away for a breath, rafe has already disappeared out of the house.

--

“where have you been dude?” kelce asks as soon as rafe arrives at the country club for their round of golf.

“dude, you'll never believe it. i just hooked up with barrys girlfriend.” rafe watches kelces face as he processes the news.

“wait, like the super thick baddie? i don't believe you, dude.” kelce rolls his eyes.

“whatever, bro.” rafe doesn't need kelce to believe him, not when he got to experience you for himself.

“come on.” rafe calls, grabbing his clubs. “we're already late!”

[tweetybaird]

Daryl angst pleeease where Daryl grabs fem!readers face while she is crouched and stoic. just so fearful and unable to move. him being patient over the next few days too.

thanks for the ask!! (and for asking for something that wasn’t smut mwah) ((jk i’m a slut)) i luvvv this idea and hope you like what i did with it!

cw: none that i can think of, typical TWD violence ig, some allusions to past SA? but it’s not detailed at all more so kinda implied, angst leading to fluff, this is first person cause i was struggling to write it in second but there’s no specific name or identifying traits about reader other than a tattoo

this is set like after the war between woodbury and the prison but the governor is dead and everyone lives happily ever after. i know the diff pics of daryl eras make it confusing i’m sorry😭

-(0)-

no more hiding

he’s gonna kill me he’s gonna kill me he’s gonna kill me he’s gonna kill me he’s gonna-

the words echoed through my head, my chest heaving as i tried to catch my breath. i was ducked down behind a tree, the trunk just big enough for me to hide myself. i saw the archer just seconds before he saw me, leaving me with hardly any time to run. but i’ve been running for at least 30 minutes now, and i’m exhausted.

i stopped hearing his footsteps a while back, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t behind me anymore. once i’ve finally caught my breath i make sure my shoes are tied tight; these dirty red converse aren’t suitable for running very far, but it’s not like i can go shoe shopping now.

a branch snapping loudly behind me pulls a gasp from my throat, my head whipping around to see the cause of the sudden noise. my heart stops when i make eye contact with the archer, frozen mid step.

i stand up abruptly to try and run, but in my panic don’t realize that my feet are still pulled close to my body.

i cry out when i feel my ankle twist, falling backwards my back slams into the trunk of another tree. the archers eyes grow wide, his hand outstretched as he begins walking towards me. the man is crouched low, his weapon dropped, his footsteps slow as he tries to make himself seem like less of a threat. but i’ve seen this act many times before, i’m not falling for it again.

i finally find my voice when he gets merely a foot away from me, “no!” the archer stops, eyes wide and burrows furrowed as he opens his mouth to speak. i cut him off before he gets the chance. “i don’t wanna go home with you, i don’t wanna fuck you, i’m not joining your group. yes i’m alone- yes i’ve killed people, and no, i will not hesitate to do it again.”

the man tilts his head, surprise passing over his features. after taking a moment to process my words he clears his throat, bending his knees to sit at my level. “yer ankle okay?”

…

what?

the confusion must be obvious on my face, as the man chuckles before repeating himself, “‘s yer ankle okay? took a nasty fall. might wanna lemme look at it.” he reaches out, hand slowly making its way to my ankle. i wanna push him away, but i’m frozen with fear. this man is far bigger than those that have hurt me before, i’m afraid what he’ll do knowing i’m vulnerable.

the archer looks up when his hand is just inches away from my ankle, and stops. realization passes over his eyes, as he registers my silence and unmoving body as fear and not compliance. “it’s a’right,” he mumbles as his hand retreats back to his body, “swear, ‘m not gonna hurt ya. ma names daryl. what’s yours?”

his heavy southern accent catches me off guard, and i try but fail to hide the small smile creeping up onto my face. daryl produces a little grin of his own at this, but i can tell he doesn’t do it often. an ache burns in my chest seeing such a beautiful smile, with no smile lines or wrinkles to accompany it. he’s doing it to comfort me. i let him.

i clear my throat before mumbling my name, the man nodding slowly in silent acknowledgment. “you’re not here to hurt me?” a pained look flashes over daryl’s face, but it’s so quick i almost feel like i imagined it. “nah,” he says gruffly, “i don’t wanna hurt ya. i’s just tryin’ to make sure you’re alright. saw ya bolt soon as i looked atcha, wanted you to know i was friendly.”

i watch as his left hand twitches before lifting, moving towards my face rather than my ankle this time. i’m tense, but no longer out of fear of him hurting me. it’s been years since i’ve been touched in a way that wasn’t meant to cause harm. my eyes water and daryl’s hand flinches when it’s right beside my cheek. i watch him hesitate, he clearly doesn’t show affection often.

finally, after what feels like hours, daryl’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb rubbing against my cheek bone softly, as if he’s afraid too much pressure would break me. a tear falls from the pools in my eyes and daryl’s quick to catch it, but he doesn’t say anything. he understands, i think.

i press my check further into his hand, sighing softly. my eyelids feel heavy, but i fight to stay awake. exhaustion is creeping it, that accompanied with being dehydrated and hurting my ankle makes it nearly impossible to keep my eyes open.

“hey,” daryl mumbles, keeping his voice low so he doesn’t scare me. i open my eyes wider, and the man doesn’t speak until he can tell he has my full attention. “i know ya already said you wouldn’t,” he begins, “but i got a family. we live somewhere not far from here, somewhere safe. got fences surrounding the place. there’s kids there, community.”

i rest my head in his hand, no longer trying to hold it up on my own. i’m almost positive he’s talking about the prison i spotted a while back, but was too afraid to venture towards, so i ask. “the prison?” my voice shows my obvious exhaustion, but i’m so scared to let myself be vulnerable in front of someone.

daryl seems surprised i knew what he was talking about, but nods quickly. “yeah, the prison. i wanna take you there. get that ankle looked at. you gon’ let me?” i don’t want to, fear reaching out and taking a tight grip on my heart. but daryl seems kind, trustworthy, like i could rely on him for anything. so, after a moment, my lips part. “…ok.”

the corner of his mouth twitches, a smile itching to show itself. “ok,” he agrees. “can you walk?” i place a hand on the trunk behind me and against his arm for balance, i pull myself up to stand, but as soon as i put pressure on my ankle i collapse. daryl is quick to catch me, a grunt of surprise leaving his lips. “sorry, i’m sorry. i thought i could,” i scramble to defend myself.

daryl shakes his head, brushing me off. “c’mere,” the archer mumbles. he placed an arm behind my legs and my back, lifting me up bridal style as if i weigh nothing. i’m too tired to argue, my head falling weakly against his chest. daryl walks towards his belongings, scooping up his crossbow and bag. he places me down just long enough to place both items on his back, asking if i have any possessions of my own. if daryl sees the sadness behind my eyes when i shake my head he doesn’t mention it, simply lifting me into his arms once more.

my eyes slip shut as he walks, basking in the feeling of finally being off my feet. i don’t open my eyes when he stops walking, nor do i flinch when he sits on something, placing me in his lap as curled up as he could without disturbing me. i feel the rumble of an engine beneath me, and barely register the fact that we’re on a motorcycle before sleep takes over, daryl driving slowly home.

~*~

the next few days were nothing short of stressful. when i arrived at the prison i was fading in and out of consciousness, daryl having to carry me inside. he placed me on a bed in the cell block, and introduced me to a man named hershel before i passed out.

after sleeping for a day and getting my ankle fixed up by hershel, i met the rest of the people inside the prison. they welcomed me with open arms, daryl’s family that is- not everyone was as kind. i’d learned to differentiate between the people who’d actually fought for the prison, and those who were brought here.

daryl’s family fought tooth and nail to get the place cleared and make it a home worth living in, and i could tell they took pride in it. they were all kind souls, with memories of a war burning behind they’re eyes. i like carl, he’s sweet. when i was first introduced to him he squinted at me, the slits of his eyes and the tilt of his head immediately putting me on edge. to be 13 years old, the kid was terrifying.

“i like your tattoo,” he’d mumbled, about an hour after our introduction. i turned to ask him which one, but he was behind me, so the only one visible to him must’ve been the one between my shoulder blades.

“it’s a dragonfly, right?” carl continued speaking, taking my silence as the bit of acknowledgment it was. “they’re my favorite bug, used to be my mom’s favorite too. i always thought if i saw one it’d be her, letting me know she was here. i haven’t seen one until now.” i knew right then and there that i’d kill anyone or anything that tried to hurt the little sheriff.

i get along with carol pretty well too, which daryl seems to appreciate. i can tell he really cares about her, but their relationship is more older sister/little brother than it is romantic. right now i’m curled up in a ball on my bunk, reading a book beth had recommended to me. the plot is kind of hard to keep up with, so i’m stuck halfway through the book flipping back and forth to figure out how i got here.

a knocking on the doorframe of my cell puts a momentary pause on my flipping, my eyes glancing upwards to see who was disturbing me during my free time. a smile lights up my face when i realist just daryl, patting the bed beside me and waiting for him to take a seat i continue flitting through the pages. i don’t notice daryl’s stare burning wholes into the side of my head until he clears his throat, the noise making my face snap towards him.

“you okay?” my voice was quiet, almost incomprehensible, but daryl heard me. “yeah,” he mumbled, tone matching mine. i open my mouth to protest, clearly seeing that there’s something on his mind, when he moves. instinctively i flinch, but daryl’s hands cup my jaw firmly as his lips press against mine. the kiss lasts about five seconds before i’m pulling away, gasping for breath.

my wide eyes meet daryl’s, his filled with worry, mine with confusion. “i don’t, uh,” the archer mumbles, “i don’ really know how to use words for stuff like this. but- i really like you. an’ you don’t have ta like me back. i jus’ needed to tell you cause my chest kinda aches when i see you playing with carl or sitting with carol and yer so comfortable with them but you ain’t with me an-“

i press my lips against his in a passionate kiss, effectively stopping his rant before it turned into a panic attack. once i was sure he’d calmed down, i pulled back. making sure daryl was listening, i replied, “i really, really like you, daryl dixon.” a grin overtakes his face, daryl seemingly not noticing. but the man buried his face in my neck, arms wrapping around my waist as he tried tucking himself into me.

my giggles fill the small room, daryl scoffing a laugh against my neck as he lays me down. “dare,” i huff, “what are you doing?” the archer simply readjusts his position on top of me, grabbing the blanket to cover us both. “sleepin’,” he mumbles, like it’s the only logical answer. and maybe it is.

[urfavdyke2]

some food for the horny dykes who need some powerplay, scissoring and a brat ofc

enjoy!

laying down watching a scary movie with her. She’s all big and masculine but shes actually just a baby whos scared of everything, I’ll let her hide her face in my neck, feeling her breathing right on me. id run my hands through her hair, give it a tug by the roots and tell her to watch the movie. she does as i say (such a good girl) after a few minutes i feel her hands grab at my pants. ‘please, can i just- please ill be quiet’ i dont want to give her the satisfaction of her hearing how out of breath her whines get me, i nod and help take my pants off. she slides down onto her knees infront of me and spreads my legs a little. shes eats me like a starved women, even though she said she’d be quiet, i can hear her tongue on my pussy, her moans vibrating through my body. she circles my clit with the tip of her tongue, her long finger sinks into me while she starts to flick my clit with that fucking tongue. ‘mhm im gonna cu-aah-mm’ she shoves her face in my pussy to hid her smirk, i feel myself release on her tongue. the movies is still on, just background sound now. i give her a kiss and pull her up and lay her down on the couch.

‘let me make you feel good baby’

‘yes please’

‘yes please what?’

‘yes please make me feel good mommy’

‘that’s a good girl’

i grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off, my tits are free (free the nipple) and begging to be sucked. she immediately lifts her head to get closer to my chest, i just giggle and push her down.

‘no touching, keep your fucking hands to yourself’

i ignore the huff that falls from her lips, so pink, so pretty.

i shuffle down so that im sitting on top of her lap

‘can i take them off?’

‘mmph’

‘words’

‘yes please take them off mommy’

i undo her jeans and tug her boxers down. i look up at her to see her eyes filled with hazy lust and need. i lick a looong stripe along her slit and bring my lips to her clit and suck softly, desperate to hear her moans as i lick her. i see her mouth open and i decide to stick my 2 fingers in her mouth, shes shocked by my movement but starts sucking them immediately.

‘such a good girl aren’t you baby, didnt even need to tell you to suck my fingers’

she whines in response and i giggle at her predicament. i remove my fingers from her mouth and bring them to her pussy, which is dripping with absolute need. i start sucking her clit harder, rolling it in my mouth and nibbling on it to see how she likes it, she loves it and i decide its time.

‘pleeease’

‘aw cute begging baby, do it some more’

‘please fuck, just put your fingers in me, i need it, i need to feel you filling me up, please’

‘fuck’ i grumble under my breath, i cant say no to her.

i sink my fingers knuckle deep in her pussy, watching her eyes widen and close from the relief of being filled , i continue this for a while, my fingers deep in her cunt, hitting all the spots she wants me to, i listen to her instructions, i want to lean her body, know what makes her tick, makes her moan. as soon as i feel her cunt clench around my fingers, i take them out and clean them up with my own tongue. she has no idea why ive stopped until she sees my shifting around.

‘fuuuuuck yes mommy please use my cunt,please put your pussy against it and cum all over her’

our legs slot together like goddamn puzzle pieces and i moan in a low tone. i lean my head back in pleasure and she takes this chance to switch control.

i find myself pinned down by the shoulders, her pussy still kissing mine.

‘you’ve been too bossy for my liking’

‘oh shut up you love it’

‘not when i get teased’

‘youre such a fucking bottom, you were just begging for my fingers a few moments ago, but noooow you have a problem? you know, i think you need to learn your fucking plac-‘

a loud smack rings through the apartment. and then a loud moan follows.

‘i cant believe you just fucking moaned from getting slapped. you really are more pathetic than i thought’

‘oh shut the fuck up’

she grabs my face, her clit touching mine for a blissful second before it disappears. her hair is loose and hanging over her and she oozes dominance and i will willingly give her anything she wants from me.

she squeezes my cheeks and releases them again.

‘you need to learn your place, you think you can top me once and now youre daddy? no no baby, i think you need to remember who makes you cum, who decides when you cum, youre mine baby, got that?’

‘i had you moaning like a goddamn bitch in heat, dont act all tough, you know how good i make you feel, you crave me, you crave my sounds, my taste, my body,, you crave all of me, i should bend you over and beat the brat out of yo-’

another slap is placed on my face, shutting me up for a moment. i feel weight lift off of me and my first thought is

i am oh so fucked (hopefully)

before i can whine or complain i feel my panties being shoved into my mouth, stopping all sounds from falling out.

‘much better, ill just shut you up for now until i wanna use your mouth, now let me ride this pretty pussy till MY cum is all over her’

‘yes fuck anything you want, please use my cunt’ is what i try to say, it comes out as more of a

‘uuef uh uhnyhin uo ant, ease eus m cun’

‘god you sound pathetic baby, cant even speak anymore, thats okay baby, all you need to do is be good for me ’

i immediately grind my pussy against hers, desperate to show her how quickly i have her falling apart on my fingers, even if im not on top. i need to see her crumble on top of me, no matter who’s on top, no matter who’s got the power, i am the one to make her cum, only me. her hands find my neck, her warm hands begin to roam my skin, i whine, she knows i struggle to focus on stuff when its her touching me, shes so trying to get on my nerves. out of spite i ground up, her hands falter for a second before i feel the on my hips, her fingers gripping me so hard, ill probably be bruised tomorrow.

‘dont try to make me cum whore, you dont deserve it’

i nearly moaned at her filthy fucking words but i need to save some face, i nodded sheepishly. her one hand leaves my hip and grabs my face, roughly taking the panties from my gagged mouth.

she mimics me best she can (with that stupid smirk too)

‘words’

i groan and say ‘i dont deserve to make you cum’

‘and who are you saying that to?’

‘you’

‘who am i?’

‘mmhmpm’

she grabbed me by the hair and lifts me up, mavovering around so that im laying on my stomach with my ass in the air. she slap my ass with one hand and lean over me, in my ear with a husky voice she says

‘who. am. i’

every bratty remark or disobedient thought have been replaced by her. daddy. her. all of her.

‘dadddy’

she laughs, deeper, more gruff now, my good behaviour must really turn her on. she flips me over again, her manhandling is just getting me wetter. we resume the original position, cunt to cunt, molding together. her hand is placed on my hip while the other is wrapped around my throat. she just keeps getting hotter and hotter.

she starts to move, her hips finding a pleasing rhythm, one that makes her whimper and her nose scrunch a bit, you look down at me with those gorgeous fucking eyes, ‘be still, and dont cum till i say so’

i knew in that moment that this was going to be the most difficult thing i’ll ever do. she left her lust take over, i tried to ignore how her mouth fell open and how her brows furrowed or the sweat that was collecting on her forehead, i didnt even notice the way her forearm was flexing and trying not to choke me too hard. i was doing just fine until i heard her voice above me.

‘watch how fucking needy for your cunt is for me angel’

my eyes hesitantly found their way down to our drowning pussies, she must’ve looked down too because i hear a soft ‘fuck’ from her, she starts rubbing harder, clenching her eyes even tighter as she chases her high, im close too, just a minute longer and ill cum too. but shes too far gone, she pushes me down my back and i watch as her tits bounce as she rides out her orgasm on my cunt, i am thrumming with need but this is about her, and all i can focus on is how her chest raises and falls, how her clit is still touching mine, how the sounds that leave her lips make me want to do sinful acts to her and i just have to sit there and take it, no touching, just watching.

her orgasm came down, she flopped onto me, our sweaty bodies tangled together, she giggled and glance up at me

‘round two?’

[prettyb0ycvnt]

Good morning sweet puppy! I'm glad I was able to help you feel better after such a busy busy day! 💕 I hope that this can help set the tone for today then 😘💕

I always keep what you are enjoying lately or what you seem to enjoy most in mind when writing for you, I want to make sure that you can imagine every single thing so vividly that your pretty little brain switches off 😉 I always want to make you feel as incredible as possible! 💕

The whimpers, the grinding of your hips, every single reaction would just make me need you more! "Good god look at you, just so so desperate just from my words and my hand on your throat? Such a perfect little toy." I'd say quietly, close to your ear as my free hand sloooowly trails down your front, pushing over the waistband of your skirt and finally hiking it up at the front before my fingers find your covered tcock and boypussy, slowly caressing over the growing wet patch, focusing on the bulge of your tcock "So wet already? Absolutely perfect, shows me just how much of a little faggot you are. Your cock must be aching mustn't it? Poor little puppy." My voice would be full of a teasing foux pity as I use my hand that is around your throat to have you look at me as I look at your desperate expression. "You need me to help release all that pent up neediness don't you?" 😘🤤

Almost there, let's see how you react here before I get you to the "main event" 😘 enjoy this teasing pretty boy, it's just as teasing for me too 🤤 I can only imagine how we'd both be reacting to eachother if this was happening right now! I wish we could find out 😍💖

-⚒️

i Just fell to the floor and started wailing by the way oh my god hiiiii ^_^ hey >_< !! whgjdjhgjhhh yeah . yyeaaah my brain is pretty turned off right now. i, however, am not! the opposite actually!!! boys when they. ough my god...

first of all just you speaking into my ear like that would drive me Totally crazy!?? the proximity,, the feeling of your breath against my skin 😵‍💫😵‍💫 ? cough... not to mention the things you'd actually be saying. . of course, i'd be aware of my own aching desperation, but hearing you call it out directly?? pleeease. that, along with you finally touching me where i need it most, godhfjgjh... i'd be fighting sooo so so hard just to keep myself upright, with how my knees would buckle and i'd practically fold in half >_< !! i'm super insanely sensitive to any kind of touch anyways sooo oh my god i'd feel like i was burning up from the inside - every touch, every caress against my increasingly soaking cunt just making me more and more desperate to feel it raw and unrestricted beyond the barrier of my underwear fhdkghdhhfhhh im going SO insane %*%?? brain melting .. thoughts fuzzy.. so responsive to your touch that i'd be pressing myself down against your fingers, not being able to focus on anything but the feeling of you against me and the desire to finallyyy finally release everything that's built up inside me 💫 !! goddd,,, i need it sooo bad Hey! Hi ^_^ ♡ a crime you're not here with me right now... but my imagination is doing a good job at filling in all the blanks <3<3

[buckyalpine]

I was thinking about pregnant reader and bucky and I saw you wrote something already😂😅

I saw few posts where everyone finds out reader is pregnant before bucky and it honestly makes me angry 😒 it just irritates me. It's always they take one look at the reader and they all know. I just want at least once that bucky finds out first. Like if yn and Bucky were laying down and she asked bucky for some treats that she hid under the bed that she was craving (ofc bucky was on top of her😉) so he gets them and he starts thinking and goes to ask her like what she was craving, her boobs got bigger and what else happens... so in a few days while yn was sleeping he hears a heartbeat and so he gets a little but scared but no running! He starts talking to it and one day while they were cooking together, he asked yn what she thinks about getting married, moving in together babies etc. Maybe she has irregular period so she doesnt even notices (I usually skip few months even a year so ik I wouldn't notice if I got preggo 😂) so he tells her that she is pregnant and he can hear the heart beat so it goes to the tears and blah happy stuff. And when it gets to the dinner with avengers few weeks later she refuses cocktails and vine and when someone asks she is like well I AM pregnant and takes off her jacket just to see a small bump in a tight dress.

Prettyyyyy please with a cherry on top with whipped cream and a side dish to make this happen 🥺🙏🙏 I can even beg on my knees for this if you want

Babes, you do not have to beg when you come up with asks that speak to my weaknesses. Fuck, I love this so much, my whole heart YES.

18+ Minors dni  "Buck"

"Bucckyyyyyy"

"Buchanan!"

Bucky snorted, pulling away from where he was kissing your neck, your pouty face looking back at him.

"Can you pleeease get the chocolate covered pretzels I hid under the bed" You smiled sheepishly. It wasn't a secret you had a little stash of snacks hidden in various parts of the room. Bucky discovered that when he went to grab his Henley from the closet and found a bag of m&ms tucked away between his clothes.

"Really baby? Right now?" He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring how hard he was, reaching over and pulling the bag out, watching your face light up, giving him grabby hands.

"Can't help it, I've been craving sweet and salty stuff all day"

"I'll give you something sweet and salty" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you smacked his arm, grabbing a pretzel and moaning at the taste.

"Perv"

"Never thought I'd have competition with a pretzel"

"Chocolate covered pretzel" You corrected, your eyes nearly rolling back, practically whining a the way the chocolate melted. He looked at you quizzically, he'd seen you have cravings before but never this strongly. He wasn't at all jealous a stupid sweet and salty snack craving had cut into his spicy cuddle time with you.

"What else have you been craving baby?"

You thought for a moment, naming a foot long list of colorful combinations and a disturbing amount of chocolate. Some of the foods you didn't even usually like...

You hummed contently after satisfying your craving, giving your attention back to Bucky. He gave you a devilish smirk, pinning you down on the bed, his boner against your panties.

"I'll give you something to actually moan about baby"

3 orgasms later 

You snored softly cuddled against Bucky's body, his arm wrapping tightly around you. He pulled you closer to him, his hand snaking up to cup your boob, his favorite way to fall asleep. They felt...fuller. Bucky gave your breast a soft squish, careful not to wake you. He had your boobs in his hands, his mouth, face face at least twice a day, they were definitely a little fuller. In fact, they’d felt a little fuller for quite some time. Hm. 

Over the next two weeks your cravings hadn’t ceased. He’d quietly restocked all your little stashes without telling you, noticing tiny changes in your regular routines. You slept a little more. You were a little more clingy (which he loved, carrying his little koala everywhere). You didn’t seem to notice anything, nor did anyone else but Bucky did. And he had an idea of what it could be. 

You were fast asleep, curled up in bed in nothing but one of Bucky’s t-shirts, while he gazed down at your tummy. It had to be it, right? He carefully shuffled down, gently lifting your shirt, glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep. 

When he concentrated, Bucky was able to hyper focus on his sense of hearing, courtesy of the serum and all his assassin training. These were one of the few moments he was thankful for it. He laid his head on your belly, hearing the teensiest faint heart beat that he’d never heard before. He wasn’t a doctor but it all added up. Your cravings. The ever so slight softness of your body. How your boobs were fuller. Bucky’s heart and mind raced at the same time. Would he be a good father? Would his baby love him? He’d dreamt of this moment before but now it was actually happening. 

"I know your in there" He whispers, narrowing his eyes at your belly. “Mommy might not even know yet, but I do” Bucky’s eyes flick up to you when you stir slightly, but remain asleep. “We’ll talk later, mama needs her rest” 

Bucky carefully pressed a soft kiss to your belly before coming up and holding you again, his heart fluttering because even though he was a little scared, this was everything he ever wanted.

It became a regular occurrence. Bucky always made sure you were fast asleep before laying his head on your tummy, quietly talking to the little peanut in your belly. 

“Do you care to explain why you make mommy crave ice cream at 3AM” Bucky whispered, rubbing his tired eyes after getting you some Ben and Jerry’s in the middle of the night. You’d fallen asleep immediately after, a content smile on your face. 

A number of conversations had taken place that month. 

“Mama doesn’t need chocolate covered oreos”

“Do you have daddy’s super hearing? I hope so, other wise I’m talking to myself” 

“I understand the ice cream, but the potato chip sandwich was a little weird today, don’t you think?”

“You’re going to be chunky, mommy going to keep you more than well fed” 

The entire month, Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes off you, your boobs were a little more plump and they were only going to get bigger. His cock got hard thinking about how gorgeous you’d look, pretty full breasts, your little one drinking from you....

Him drinking from you.      

“She’ll keep me well fed too” 

*****

“Y/n?” Bucky’s arms wrapped around your tummy, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some pasta, “What do you think about getting married?” 

“Hmm, I’d say if someone asked me” You giggled, pecking a kiss to Bucky’s nose, not noticing him nervously shuffling behind you, completely abandoning the garlic bread he was making. 

“Would you want to move in with me? Permanently?” 

“I already basically live with you Bucky, but it’d make it easier if I moved all my stuff over. Might as well” 

“W-what about having babies?” 

“I’ve always wanted to have two” You smiled to yourself, thinking about your dream family with little Bucky’s running around. 

“With me?” He whispered, a part of him worried you wouldn’t want that with him, given his past. You put the spoon down, turning to look at him while he bit his lip nervously. Your hand cradled his face, tracing over his scruffy beard. 

“Of course with you Bucky, why would you doubt that?”

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded, looking at Bucky curiously while his heart raced, he’d never asked you these questions before but you figured he should have already known the answer would have been yes. 

“Why are you asking me all this baby?” 

“Because...” Bucky hesitated, while you looked up at him, urging for him to continue. “You’re pregnant baby” 

“H-how do you know” You whispered, your heart racing, melting into Bucky’s arms while he held you close to him. You didn’t have your period for a while but you figured it was just coming later than usual. 

“I can hear the babies heart beat. When its really quiet, usually when you’re asleep” 

Your breath hitched in your throat while Bucky kneeled in front of you, kissing your tummy, tears streaming down both your faces. 

“I’m pregnant?” 

Bucky nodded, standing again so he could cradling your body close to his, kissing you all over. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your heart full. 

“You’re pregnant angel, my sweet baby”

A few weeks later 

“C’mon, are you sure you don’t want any?” Nat smirked, taking a sip from her wine. You’d just arrived after your date with Bucky, the both of you joining the team for dinner afterwards. You shook your head, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple.  

“I can make you a cocktail” Tony suggested, but you shook your head again. 

“Why not” Wanda pouted but you giggled, bouncing on your feet, clinging onto Bucky’s hand. The team eyed you both curiously while you took of your jacket, a series of screams and cries erupting seeing your little baby bump under your dress. 

“Cause I’m pregnant” 

Bucky grinned, his hands cradling your tiny bump while everyone enveloped you both in a giant hug. 

“I call God father!” 

[dokoni-mo]

k.. kiss Vader? Without his helmet? Pleeease? 😫🥺

OKAY ANON I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW,, i saw this in my inbox like RIGHT as i was walking into lunch and oh my god i was thinking about it the wholeass time my hands were shaking i couldnt even focus

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

"(Y/N), It seems you have forgotten the terms of our agreement."

Tapping the last few translucent buttons on your holopad, you pushed the device out of your field of view, looking up at him with a raised brow. Your back was against the ground, your knees bent at acute angles next to his feet as you lied on the white, hard ground. It was a tight fit in there with both you and the sith lord, his meditation chamber clearly not designed to fit two people. You were lucky that you weren't claustrophobic, otherwise you would have wanted out a long time ago. Even if it meant spending less time with him. Admittedly, it was also quite boring in there. You knew it was designed for meditation, but still. Thankfully you remembered to bring something with you to keep you entertained.

"What?" you questioned, "There's no way I was being that loud! I haven't even said anything!"

Lord Vader didn't do so much as crack open an eye as he heard your complaints, sitting as still as a statue as he continued to try and meditate. The mask of his helmet loomed overtop of the sith as he sat there, waiting for him to adorn it once again.

He let out a soft rumble, "No. But it is that device that is."

A groan escaped your lips as you turned off the holopad and set it down next to you on the ground, using your elbows so that you could push yourself up into a sitting positon to look at him better.

"I'm not trynna disturb you, Vader. I wanna spend time with you, but it's just really boring in here! You made it sound a lot better than it actually is."

"Perhaps that was my scheme all along."

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you leaned your body forward so that you could use your legs to push yourself up, your hands against the walls of the chamber to steady your balance. Taking a tiny step forward, you slipped yourself down to the sith, gently sliding yourself so that you were seated in his wide, strong lap. Resting your hands on either one of his shoulders, you smiled up at him as he cracked open his blueish-yellow eyes to observe you. Seeing you so close to him, he instinctively placed his large, gloved hands on your waist, helping you to stay in place upon him.

"This most certainly was not part of the agreement." He rumbled out to you, making you hear the faint note of his true voice that lingered whilst he didn't have his helmet on.

You breathed out a small laugh, "Well, I'm altering the deal. Wonder who I got that from?"

Letting out another rumble of approval, the sith watched as your eyes darted around his face, making note of the slight glimmer in your expression.

"I wish I got to see you like this more often." You whispered to him, lifting up one of your hands to cup his scarred cheek, "You're very handsome, yknow. It's not fair you get to see my face all the time and I rarely see yours."

"There's no need to flatter me, dearest."

You rolled your eyes playfully again, breathing out a smile, "Stop that, you know I mean it."

Lord Vader lifted up one of his gloved hands to your face, brushing away all the hair that concealed it whilst the other squeezed tighter against your side.

"You are quite the oddity, (Y/N)."

"And you, Lord Vader, are the most stubborn man in the Galaxy."

Bringing up your other hand to cup the other side of his face, you leaned down closer to the sith, closing your eyes as you dipped your neck down to press a soft, loving kiss to his lips. Yours were much fuller and smoother than his scarred and burned ones, but you didn't seem to mind. In fact, you thought it only added to the experience. Lord Vader's kiss was unlike every other person's in the Galaxy.

And you were the lucky one that got to experience them.

[nextdoor-neighbors]

Shrunk

Request: Can I request a Fred x reader fic. Maybe George pulled a prank on her and shrunk all he school uniforms and Fred gets real turned on at the sight of her in knee high socks and a shirt skirt and is embarrassed to admit it. He gets mad at the boys ogling over her and gets jealous! Smut maybe?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Oral (male receiving)

“No. Way.”

You hear Hermione stifle a giggle from behind you. “It’s not...that bad.”

You turn around, away from the mirror to face your friend, tugging down your skirt as much as you can without ripping the fabric. “Look me in the eye and say that again, Hermione.”

Hermione looks you up and down from her seat on the edge of her bed, clearly trying to hold back her grin. “I can’t do that.”

You groan loudly, throwing your head back. George Weasley thought it would be funny to prank you - as he and his twin often did, considering you’re good friends with Ron - only this time, he pranked you by himself, which resulted in all of your school clothes being shrunk. All of them.

“This is so embarrassing,” you sigh, looking at yourself once more in the mirror. Maybe you could just fake being sick and skip all your classes until you figured out a way to fix this. Yet at the same time, you needed to go confront George.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N. The worst that’ll happen is everyone staring at you,” Hermione says, pushing herself off of her bed and looking at you again.

“That’s, like, my worst nightmare, ‘Mione.”

Hermione giggles. “I know, but the longer you stand here and stare at yourself, the later we’re going to be for breakfast. So come on, I promise it’ll be okay.”

You hesitantly follow her out of the dorm, shrugging your robe on and holding it tightly around you, because thankfully, it was the one article of your school uniform that George left alone.

Once you arrive at the Great Hall for breakfast, you notice that mostly everyone is already there, apart from you, Hermione, and a few other stragglers. The two of you head to your spots at the Gryffindor table, where it looks like Ron and Harry saved you seats between them, which also happen to be right across from the twins.

Ron, per usual, was stuffing his face with food, but stopped long enough to say, “Took you two long enough to show.”

“We couldn’t help it, Y/N was having some... issues with her uniform,” Hermione says, and you feel yourself blush deeply as George starts laughing.

“What, did you prank Y/N without me?” Fred says to his twin in disbelief. 

George grins in response, turning to you. “Why don’t you show us, Y/N?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, your face practically burning with your blush at this point.

“Pleeease, I need to at least admire my handiwork before I fix it,” George replies, giving you his puppy dog eyes, which he knows you can’t resist.

You roll your eyes and get up off the bench, pulling open your robe so that your too-tight shirt and too-short skirt are fully on display for your friends. George bursts out laughing, which draws attention from other tables, so people’s heads start turning. You pull your robe back closed, hopefully, before too many people saw.

“Bloody hell,” Ron mutters in awe, which earns him a smack on the arm from Hermione.

“Oh, shut it, Ronald.”

Your gaze shifts to Fred, whose face - much to your surprise - is as equally as red as yours.

“You’ll fix it, right?” you say to George, who exchanges a look with Fred before turning his attention back to you.

“Yeah, eventually.”

“George,” you hiss, momentarily looking back to Fred, who has his gaze fixed on you. Once you sit back down, you cross your legs tightly, trying to ignore the feeling that the look in his eyes is giving you.

“I’m only joking, Y/N. Of course I’ll fix it. However-” he glances over his shoulder at the other house tables, where you see several of your classmates whispering amongst each other, “-I think quite a few people already got a good look at you.”

“Dammit,” you mutter. You can’t help but glance up at Fred again. He isn’t looking at you anymore, but you still notice that his expression has changed, and he looks rather annoyed now.

George was right, though, because throughout the day, you face many comments in the halls, especially after you get distracted by a conversation with Harry on the way back to the Gryffindor common room at the end of the day and accidentally let your robes fall open.

“Nice uniform, Y/N!” a boy from the year above you calls across the hall, sending a wink in your direction.

“Oh, shove off!” a voice says from behind you, and you turn around in surprise to see Fred Weasley, shooting a death glare towards the boy.

“Uh, I’ll catch up with you later, Harry,” you say.

“Can I talk to Fred for a minute? Alone?” you ask George, who agrees and heads off to the common room, as well.

“What is it, Y/N?” Fred asks, annoyance clear in his tone after you pull him into an empty corridor.

“What’s your deal? You’ve looked annoyed all day. I’m not upset by the prank, you know. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but I’m not mad at George or anything, plus he said he’d help fix it-” you abruptly stop rambling, your cheeks flushing as Fred looks you up and down.

“That’s not it,” he says, quieter this time, his eyes still searching your body. You’re very aware of the way your shrunken shirt strains against your chest and how there’s quite a bit of skin of your thighs exposed between where your skirt falls and where your knee-high socks end. But under Fred’s gaze, you don’t feel uncomfortable.

“Then what is it?” you ask, matching his quiet tone.

His face reddens, much to your amusement. You’re not used to seeing this side of Fred.

“It’s...it’s the boys who’ve been ogling you all day.”

Your heart somersaults as you bite your lip gently, Fred’s eyes trained on the movement.

“And what about them?”

Fred doesn’t respond for a moment, pressing his lips tightly together in his hesitation.

“I don’t like them looking at you like that. I want to be the only one to look at you like that.”

Your breath hitches slightly at his words, shock and excitement and desire all flooding through you at once. You never knew Fred was attracted to you, but jealous Fred? Even better. You feel more confident than you ever have before with your new knowledge, and for this reason, you decide to act on it.

After sending a look either way down the hall to check for any professors or students, you grab Fred’s arm and pull him into the nearest broom closet.

“Y/N, what are you-”

You cut him off with your lips, pushing him back against the wall of the small closet and kissing him hungrily. He responds almost instantly, meeting your passion with his own, his hands sliding under your short skirt and coming to rest on your ass.

After a minute more of snogging and Fred getting rather handsy, you drop down to your knees and start unbuckling his belt. He watches you, eyes dark with lust, as you pull down his pants and boxers to see that he’s already incredibly hard.

Fred breathes your name as you don’t hesitate to take him into your mouth, wrapping his hands in your hair. His low moans make you wet as you bob your head with increasing speed, taking as much of him as you can handle.

You feel him tighten his grip on your hair as he mumbles, “I’m gonna cum, Y/N.”

He releases into your mouth with a low groan and you swallow, wiping your hand across your lips as you stand up. Fred looks down at you, his lips slightly parted with a small smirk playing on them.

“You’re good at that, y’know. But now it’s my turn to show you what I’m good at,” he says breathily, winking at you, but you place your hands gently on his chest to stop him before he does anything.

“Take me back to your room first,” you practically whisper.

“Absolutely. But I have one request, for when we do get to my room.” Fred pulls up his boxers and pants, putting his belt back on and gazing down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Which is?” you prompt him, not sure what he’s about to say.

He grins wickedly, placing his hand on the door handle, speaking to you before he opens the door. 

“The skirt stays on while I fuck you.”

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you only need me and i only need you

pairings; eren jaeger x f!reader 

notes; here's a request i turned into a little one shot because i liked the idea ahh but the actual request is here

content warning; manipulation, eren being toxic and rough

“babe you told them 7:30, right?”

you stood in front of the kitchen counter mixing up some onion dip and pouring some chips into a bowl, preparing for all your friends to come over. 

“i don't get why they all have to come over here. aren't i just enough for you? i could tell them you got sick and we could have some fun on our own if you know what i mean.” he came up behind you and snuck his hands around your waist before you pushed him off and walked over to the fridge 

“c’mon er’, don't be like that.” 

you walked back over to him now carrying a few bottles of beer

“i bet you just wanna see jean.”

“i had a crush on jean in tenth grade. will you ever let that go? now be a good boy and go get the case of water from my car, hm?”

rolling his eyes at the nickname he grabbed your keys and headed outside the front door.

a few minutes later he walked back in, with the addition of all your friends.

mikasa, armin, sasha, connie, jean. 

the same people you've been with all throughout middle school and high school. you guys were a close knit group, but often had other friends come and go. 

the night went by fast. sasha trying to eat all the food, eren and jean getting into arguments over the tiniest things, you and mikasa lecturing eren on why he needs to control his temper. now it was about 11pm, the time you guys reserved for playing the wii like children.

“ah shoot i have the extra controller in my car. ill go run out and get it.”

“ill go with you y/n. its dangerous for someone as pretty as you going into a parking garage this late.” said jean standing up from the floor. “might need someone to protect you.” he chuckled out

“i think i can protect my pretty girlfriend, jean.” 

knowing how eren could get you were quick to deny jeans offer

“that's very considerate of you jean, thank you.” 

eren walked over to the door with your keys, eyeballing jean the whole way there.

“tch” jean plopped down onto the couch 

right when you got to the car eren pushed you up against it, gripping your face.

“let him call you pretty again and see what happens.”

“he was just being thoughtful eren.”

he leaned closer to your face. you could barely see him, but the faint light of the garage lamppost lit up the side of his face.

“no. he just wanted to get away alone with you. maybe try and get into your pants?” 

“n-no. jeans not like that.”

“really? because connie tells me all the time about the way he talks and fantasizes about you.”

lies lies lies 

he let go of your face, pulling you into a warm hug.

“you see baby? this is why i don't like them around you. you only need me and i only need you.”

back at the apartment everyone played games for a little bit, you and eren pretending like nothing happened in the parking lot.

you somewhat didn't believe eren about what he said about jean. yeah, he always gave you attention but you never thought about it in that way. you thought he was just being playful. but you also didn't want eren to think that you didn't trust him.

“we should watch a movie, this is getting boring.”

everyone turned their attention to eren, who's now laying back on the couch with his arms thrown behind his head and leg resting on his knee.

after a few minutes of debating, everyone settled on a horror movie. you got up to shut the lights off before sitting back down next to eren. the main couch fit you, eren, jean, and mikasa. connie and sasha were platonically cuddling on the love seat, while armin layed on his blanket bed, wrapped in his futon. 

needless to say the movie was boring.

close to the end of it, you were laying down sideways, your head down on eren’s lap. jean ended up falling asleep, resting his head onto your waist. it was unintentional of course, but eren did not like it at all.

he leaned his head down to your ear

 “push him off of you. now.” 

“eren no, he's sleeping just leave him.” you whispered back.

eren let out a loud sigh which blatantly caught everyone awakes attention.

“y/n just said she's cold, im gonna go with her to get a sweatshirt.” eren whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear

“hm?”

“lets go.” 

eren pulled you up and placed you onto the floor before getting up himself.

he woke jean up in the process, but he barely even realized anything was happening before flipping over back to sleep.

after turning the hallway, he pushed you right into the bathroom instead of the bedroom.

“eren what-”

he quietly closed the door before roughly putting his lips onto yours.

“i think you need a reminder of who owns you.” 

he grabbed your wrists, pinning them against the wall.

“eren, i, i know im yours i was just letting him sleep.”

“after what i told you before? youre just giving him what he wants. you should know better than that. have i taught you anything, dumb girl?”

all you could do was try and squirm out of his grip, looking him up in the eyes.

“no! i know better, i swear!”

eren let out a deep chuckle before turning the both of you, bending you over the bathroom counter.

“so you don't want to be reminded?”

he moved his hands down to your clothed cunt

“it seems like you do to me, baby. but if you don't of course i could go back into the living room and leave you to yourself.”

“no! no, i need to be reminded. pleeease eren!”

“hm, i really have almost turned you into the perfect good little girl.”

he pulled down his pants enough to let his cock spring out before removing your own sweats. 

pushing your panties to the side, he pushed himself right into you.

“you still don't deserve prepping though, not after you didn't listen to me.”

he thrusted into you rough and quick. it hurt.

the pain quickly turned into pleasure though, when eren had to throw his hand over your mouth before you moaned too loud. 

he had your hands pinned behind your back, and with the hand covering your mouth, he lifted your head up into the mirror.

god, you looked like a train wreak

the mascara you were wearing from before was now running down your face, while eren’s large hand gripped your mouth shut.

“you look so pretty like this. fuuuck i wish i had my phone so i could take a picture.” 

from your teary eyes, you could see the bun eren had his hair wrapped in, in slowly falling out.

“cum on my cock? please?”

you quickly nodded yes before throwing your head back and creaming all over him. 

not long after, he let go of your arms now just pushing onto your back, before pulling out and finishing all over your back. 

after cleaning you up, eren walked back into the living room.

“y/n isn't feeling so good, so we’re gonna sleep in her room. use the living room as you please just don't make a mess out of her apartment.”

armin let out a sigh. “don't be loud please.” 

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Strike! - OT7

❥ prompt ; ‘could you please do an ot7 where they all go bowling or to the arcade together? (I also love your eternals series so much!!)’ sent in by @deathbybigsisrory​ 

❥ pairing ; ot7 x fem!reader

❥ genres ; non-idol!au, rom-com, friends-to-[future]-lovers, [they’re not together yet but everyone is very much in love]

❥ themes ; fluff!!

❥ warnings ; none

❥ word count ; 1.7k

❥ note ; Thank you so much for the submission!!! (And also thank you for your sweet words darling xx) I may have strayed a little from the prompt, but I hope you still like it. I haven’t been bowling since I was like 11, so I’m sorry if some details are incorrect. I have never been to an arcade, so I thought this was the safer option. [this isn’t edited]

Somewhere, in the back of your subconscious, is a loud knocking.

It’s a rapid noise, insistent and forceful, but the dream you’re submerged in is far too pleasant to pay it any heed. It will go away eventually.

Except it doesn’t.

As you’re lying in the paradise of a warm coastal beach, mermaids off the coast and dragons in the distant sky, muffled yells are lost in the ambience of crashing waves and mer-song. You are so incredibly comfortable on this beach chair. You think, perhaps, that you’d happily stay here for an eternity.

Eternity does not last very long.

Your idyllic fantasy dissolves the instant hands shake your hunched shoulders, voices now louder in your ear as you are rocked from your sleep. It aches to move, to be moved, but soon you are sitting upright rather than folded over your desk, cheek pressed into papers.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.” Namjoon’s deep timbre vibrates through you; shocks you into clarity faster than your mind is ready.

“Hmrrfh?” Is your unintelligible response. He seems to understand.

Seokjin is crouched beside you, one hand on the back of your office chair, the other on your knee. “I thought you said that you were finished with your work.” You rub your eyes and yawn as he speaks, quickly taking notice of the other figures in the room. “You were supposed to have a break, remember?”

You hum. “I don’t get paid to take breaks, I get paid to have my work done by the deadline. Which is soon, might I add, so I’ll have to rain-check today. Sorry.”

“Nope.” It’s Yoongi who speaks this time. In the next moment, your office chair is rolled away from the desk and into the group of men who have somehow entered your home. Which reminds you-

“How did you even get in?”

“We found the spare key,” Taehyung says, as if the fact should be obvious.

“Yeah,” Jimin adds, “when you didn’t respond to our knocks and calls we thought you might be dead or something. Ggukie damn near kicked the door down when Namjoon-hyung lifted up the doormat.”

“Terrible hiding spot, Y/N,” Namjoon says. You can tell that he’s trying to sound disappointed, but he looks just a little too endeared.

Moving in front of you, Hoseok flashes you a warm smile. His eyes become crescents, his lips a heart, and your fingers twitch with the want to reach forward and caress his cheek. You don’t.

“There’s no way you’re getting out of today,” he says without a hint of malice. “You need a day to relax, and we haven’t seen our girl in far too long. So, will you be coming willingly, or by force?”

“But-” Your protests are cut off.

“By force it is. Gguk.”

Your vision is suddenly filled by a broad chest as thick arms sweep you from your seat. Gravity has no effect on the young man who now holds you bridal style, nor on the Bambi smile that naturally grows on his face.

“We’re going to have so much fun today,” Jeongguk says, muscles flexing around you as they all begin walking towards your bedroom. You have no doubt that Hoseok and Taehyung already have an outfit planned for you, and you even hear the bath beginning to run.

Your boys never fail to look after you. God, you care for them so much.

[You won’t admit to yourself that you may feel something deeper. Not yet. But one day, perhaps soon, you’ll realise that you don’t have to be afraid of that feeling.]

Retro music swirls around you as your group makes their way towards your assigned lane. Bowling shoes in hand and a competitive spirit growing, a weight seems to melt off of your shoulders.

All thoughts of work, of responsibilities, have simply disappeared.

“How are we going to decide teams?” Namjoon looks around the group, as if calculating a mathematic equation. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

Yoongi scoffs. “We’ll be here forever if we do that. Let’s just do Hyungs versus Youngs.”

While Jeongguk, Taehyung and Jimin are cheering at the quick resolution, you lift a brow at the unbothered man. “But what do I call your team then, Yoongi oppa?”

For a moment, he says nothing, merely ducking his head to hide the rosy tint that dusts across his cheeks. Hoseok is the one who steps in to answer, clapping a harsh hand on Yoongi’s back as if to wake him from a trance.

“We can come up with team names!”

Jimin jumps up and down, wide beam blinding you all. “We are team Young and Beautiful!”

“No, we should be Bold and Beautiful! Like that American hand-wash show,” Taehyung suggests, equally as enthusiastic.

Namjoon sighs. “It’s soap opera, Tae.”

“What about Y/N’s Angels?” Jeongguk seems to be thinking hard, ever competitive even in the sport of picking a team name. “Because we are angelic, and Y/N bosses us around.”

That lands him a swift chop to the neck, much to his giggling delight.

“We are the Young, Bold, and Beautiful Angels,” you decide, rolling your eyes. “And what about your team?”

Seokjin does not hesitate to announce: “We are team Kim Seok Jin!”

Yoongi sighs, but doesn’t object, and Hoseok leans his forehead on Namjoon’s shoulder as if he needs the support to keep standing.

“Thank you for consulting the rest of the team about this decision, Jin-hyung,” Namjoon says, deadpan but not upset.

“You should be thankful that I’m allowing you to use my name at all,” Seokjin replies, hands on hips. “It is, after all, a national symbol of good luck.”

“National...?” You mumble.

Jimin groans out a sigh, easily bored and antsy to win. “Can we just play already? We don’t need to have a board meeting every time we make a decision.”

“Let’s go hold some heavy balls!” Jeongguk then grabs your elbow and drags you to the bowling ball racks, uncaring that you’ve only laced one of your shoes on.

“Do you need me to teach you how to bowl?” Jeongguk’s voice in your ear startles you as you stand in front of your lane, ready to go. The pink ball is heavy in your hand when you turn around to glare at him.

“I know how to bowl, Gguk. Now shoo, I need to concentrate.”

“Yes, but do you know how to bowl properly? Like a pro?”

“I am this close to dropping this ball on your toes, don’t test me.”

“Pleeease? C’mon, just this once?”

Damn him and his doe eyes. “Fine. Just once. But you’re going to buy me a plate of nacho fries.”

“Deal.”

You shouldn’t be surprised when he stands behind you and circles his arms around yours, but you do jolt a bit when his hands touch your waist.

“Some people think that it’s the wrist movement that’s most important, but really, it’s the hips. Even if you mess up the bowl, if your hips are at the right angle, you can’t really go wrong.”

“I’m pretty sure wrist movement is actually pretty important.”

The man has the nerve to shush you. “Angle your hips like this,” fingertips press into the soft flesh over your hipbones, “and then take three steps before you let go of the ball. The trick is to start with your non-dominant foot, so that when you bowl, your dominant leg isn’t in the way.”

Sighing, you humour the youngest and stride away from him, following his steps and then releasing the ball from your grip.

It lands a perfect strike.

Jeongguk walks back to the group with a smug smile and a pep in his step, while you simply chuckle at his pride. Meanwhile, the other boys are glaring at him.

“So,” Hoseok says as you wait for your ball to return so that you can have your second go, “are we all going to be allowed to teach you? Or is this favouritism?”

Heaving a deep sigh, you look up to the ceiling as if it, or any higher being, may give you an answer as to why you’ve chosen these seven as your favourite people.

Deep down you know why, but it’s times like these that make you question yourself.

It’s also times like these that make you feel impossibly endeared.

Night has crept up on you by the time the boys drop you back at your apartment, ribs aching from laughter and cheeks sore from smiles. No tension resides in your muscles, in your bones, or even in your mind; you feel as though you are floating, ears brushing against the clouds, with how light you are right now.

“You have to promise that you won’t do any work until tomorrow,” Namjoon says, watching you dig through your bag for your keys. 

“After a full night of sleep,” Yoongi adds.

Seokjin then says, “And a nice, big breakfast.”

“And plenty of water!”

“And a comforting shower- Or a bubble bath!”

“And you have to take plenty of breaks.”

“Maybe we can drop by at lunch to make sure you eat-”

“Would it be better if we stayed over tonight?”

“Why don’t you just stay with us? We can help you-”

“Guys.” Your voice is sturdy as it cuts through the overlapping voices of seven worried men, all eyes turned to you as you stand in your open doorway. “I appreciate the concern, truly, but I’m a big girl. What happened yesterday - well, this morning - was a one-off. I assure you that I can take care of myself.”

You’re met with silence that sounds an awful lot like doubt.

“But,” you sigh, “maybe you can come over for lunch?”

Gleeful voices whoop into the night air, and you have to bite back your laughter as you hurriedly hush them, wary of your neighbours.

One by one, you give them a hug and a kiss on the cheek as you exchange farewells, peeling the younger ones off of you as you tell them that yes, I really do have to go inside now.

It’s only when you’ve closed the front door behind you, leaning on the wall beside you, that you come to the full, unafraid realisation.

You are in love with them. And you think they might love you back.

End

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Defending Her Honor - D.M.

Draco Malfoy x ravenclaw!reader 

Requested: yes

hii! could i request prompts 31 and 48 from list #1 with draco x ravenclaw!reader, please? maybe some slytherins are bothering her while she's studying on the great hall and draco sees them approach her table. she gets ups and walks to the hall but they follow her and make fun so he stands up for her and it's angry-as-hell!draco but also completely soft-for-her!draco. just extremely protective boyfriend mode and fluff overload with lots of kisses pleeease. thanksss, xx✨

“oi! that’s my girlfriend” “fuck what everyone else thinks!” 

Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of food & eating, bullying (? kinda)

Word count: 1.2k 

A/N: I tweaked it a bit, if that’s okay, she’s the one that follows him out of the Hall but you know,, the idea is there HAHA! & also, angry-as-hell!draco & completely soft-for-her!draco tho 🥺 that shit huRTED

Prompts are in bold

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Everyone knew that OWL and NEWT season for the 5th and 7th years was basically hell on earth. There was not one corner of the whole castle that one couldn’t find a student trying to cram as much information into their head as possible. Some could say that Ravenclaws had it a little better since their common room was basically a second library and they already had the disposition for learning and knowledge, but they were wrong. 

(Y/N) was sick of studying in the common room and the library, and of studying in general. Ravenclaws might be known for their cleverness, wit, and wisdom, but damn even they couldn’t go on studying 24/7 like this. She needed a break and it was almost lunch time anyway. 

She gathered up the books spread across her desk in the dorm and unceremoniously dumped them into her school bag. With a huff she blinked away the tears of frustration pooling in her eyes. Being a 7th year just on the brink of the rest of her life was daunting and scary, and frankly, she could not be arsed. She was only just 17 after all, why did she need her whole life mapped out already? 

With one final sweep of the room, she marched out of her dorm and out of Ravenclaw tower to make her way to the Great Hall. On the way there, she noticed a few Slytherins in her year giving her looks and whispering when she walked past. She shrugged it off, not being in the right headspace to wonder why in the world they were paying attention to her. 

Then, all of a sudden she felt herself get hit with a tripping jinx. The books she was carrying in her arms and the bag on her shoulder flew as her legs magically stuck together. She hit the stone floor with a thud and could hear the snickers of the Slytherins who rushed past her. 

“Fuck,” She hissed, feeling the skin of her palms and knees aching as they were what padded her fall. 

For the nth time that day, she felt tears pool in her eyes out of frustration. She didn’t acknowledge them, however, she had no time to. She had to get to the Great Hall and have some lunch before going back to revising for her NEWTs. 

Thankfully, no one else was in the hallways leading there. (Y/N) got to the Ravenclaw table relatively unscathed after the incident with the Slytherins. Speaking of, she spared a glance at their table to see her boyfriend, Draco, already looking at her.

He quirked an eyebrow at her as if to say are you alright? and she gave a brief nod and sent a small smile his way before turning to the food in front of her. 

Draco, however, could tell that something was wrong. (Y/N) tried to be as reassuring as possible with her facial expression and body language, but he could see the slight redness in her eyes and the discomfort in her hands. 

He was proven right when he heard a few chuckles and snickers from down the table. 

“Did you see her face when she fell?” One of his fellow housemates, Quimby, snorted,  “(Y/L/N) is too easy to mess around with. I hope it hurt when she hit the floor.” 

Another Slytherin, a girl who so clearly wanted to impress him, laughed a little too loudly in response and said, “You should try a stinging jinx next or maybe the bat-bogey hex.” 

“I like the way you think,” He agreed, shovelling food into his mouth unceremoniously, “I bet I can make her cry by the end of the day.” 

Draco had had enough. His blood was boiling and he had to clench his fists to make sure he wouldn’t do anything rash like hex the living daylights of this prick. It was getting harder and harder to restrain himself, though. 

“Oi! That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, you prat,” He said, turning to face them, “And I don’t like how you’re talking about her. If I hear you say one more thing about hurting her in any way–”

“You’ll what, run along to your Daddy?” Quimby sneered, rolling his eyes and not taking the threat seriously. 

Forgetting that he had a wand, Draco stood up quickly and punched him directly in the face. 

Yells of shock burst from several Slytherins who watched the entire thing go down, and soon the rest of the Great Hall had their eyes on the 2 boys. Quimby attempted to reach for his wand, but was stopped as soon as the professors got involved. 

“Detention Mr. Malfoy,” Professor McGonagall, who was the first to come out of shock, said. 

Draco merely nodded and grabbed his school bag before rushing out of the Hall. (Y/N), still in shock, quickly gathered her things (and her thoughts) to follow him out. She had to quicken her pace slightly, knowing that he was significantly taller than her and had a pretty good head start. Thankfully, she caught up to him at the end of a hallway. 

“Hey,” She breathed once she reached him, “What was that all about?” 

He said nothing, instead, choosing to grip her hand in his and pull her along until they reached the castle grounds. The fresh air and warmth of the sun did some good in calming Draco down, and the pair was able to make their way silently to a large shady tree. (Y/N), however, couldn’t hide her obvious discomfort as his hand gripped a part of hers that was still sore and cut from her fall.

Of course, Draco noticed. 

He released his grip and gently cradled her injured hand in both of his. As they sat down under the shade of the tree, he pulled out his wand and murmured a quiet episkey. 

“Thanks,” (Y/N) smiled softly at her boyfriend and her newly healed hand, “Now are you going to tell me what happened back there?” 

“Just some idiot running his mouth and pissing me off,” He shrugged, “Nothing to worry about.” 

“Draco,” She warned, “C’mon tell me, so I know what to say in your defense when people start to talk.” 

“Fuck what everyone else thinks! I wasn’t about to let some prick badmouth you and talk about making you cry. Not when I know you’ve had a rough couple of days and when I can get it into his thick skull that I’ll always be around to protect you.” 

He had gotten so worked up that he threw his arms up and ran a hand through his hair, not noticing that her eyes widened and for the first time that day, the tears escaped her eyes. 

“Oh Draco,” (Y/N) breathed, sending him a wobbly and wet smile. 

“Oh no you’re crying,” He mumbled, pulling her into his arms, “Don’t cry. I won’t punch him again if that’s what you want. Or I could punch him some more for you, the prick deserves it” 

A soft laugh escaped from her lips as she snuggled closer to him, basking in his warmth, “No, I just can’t believe you were defending my honor. Who knew the Draco Malfoy was such a softie underneath it all.” 

He just shook his head and tightened his grip on her. He would do anything if it meant being able to have (Y/N) in his arms, safe and happy. 

[qlala]

pleeease can we have more teacher barry au? or kidfic? my crops are dying

Alright, sorry for the slight delay on this one, but please know that you're a menace and I kept thinking about it and then I wrote this for you all in one sitting.

It's both teacher!Barry (though still set in the canon universe!) and coldflash kidfic. <3 I just put it up as a prequel to "good cop, bad cop" on ao3, since I guess it technically is that? Although, if you guys have opinions about what order the series should be in, I'd interested to hear it!

“Barry?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve got something in your hair.”

Barry hid a wry grin, and glanced over at Len—at least, glanced as far in his direction as he could manage. Two small hands were holding his head still, though Henry did let go of one handful of Barry’s hair to reach out when Len stepped around the coffee table and stood in front of them.

“Alright, kid.” Len bent down and hoisted Henry off Barry’s shoulders, and both of them ignored Barry’s indignant yelp when Henry didn’t quite remember to let go of Barry with his other hand in time. “I like the hair too, but he’s gotta move his head to”—Len propped Henry on his hip and reached out to steal the top page from the stack of papers in front of Barry—“grade pop quizzes.”

“Those are midterms.” Barry stretched, then tipped his head to one side with a muffled crack.

“Then you’re going easy on them.” Len took advantage of his distraction to hand the paper to Henry, who scrunched it in his hand with a broad smile.

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“Len!” Barry recovered the paper in a sweep of yellow lightning, and Len traced his trajectory from the fading after-image even as Barry tried to smooth out the test on the arm of the couch.

“So feet on the coffee table are allowed when the Flash does it?”

“Language,” Barry reminded him, without looking up.

Henry, ever the trooper, was taking the loss of his prize in stride, and Len rewarded him by bending his knees to let him reach for the next paper in the stack.

“Leonard.”

“He’s working on his reading.”

“He’s eighteen months old.”

Len read the upside-down paper Henry was offering to him. “Another year for whoever’s test this was, they might be at his level.”

Barry got the same ruffled look he always did when he was torn between defending his students and agreeing with every hyperbolic praise Len had for their son. Eventually, he landed on, “You’re not helping.”

“I disagree.” Len accepted the paper from Henry, turned it right-side up, and finished skimming it. “You’ve got a typo in question three. That’s why they’re all putting ‘hydrogen.’”

Barry yanked the exam back, despite having a stack of identical ones on the table in front of him. His eyes went wide as he looked over it at Flash speed, and then he said a word that made Len cover one of Henry’s ears with his free hand and tut.

“You shape the minds of the next generation with that mouth?”

Barry wasn’t listening, too busy dragging his hand down his face, his fingers ending up in an annoyed fist over his mouth.

“Can you please,” he said slowly, evenly, with the couples-shrink-approved, conflict-management voice that always made Len smirk, “give Henry his snack.”

“With pleasure.”

Barry leveled him a glare, but it was without heat, and he tilted his chin up in a clear request for a kiss when Len passed behind the couch again.

Len obliged. He could feel some of the stress drain out of Barry’s shoulders when he drew his fingertips over the edge of Barry’s jaw with the hand not still supporting Henry.

“Hi,” Barry murmured when Len pulled back, at least a full minute later than he’d intended. “Missed you.”

“I was gone an hour.”

Barry’s answering smile was crooked, with an unabashed dimple that Len refrained from tracing his thumb over; he had a reputation to protect. “You know, you could just say it back sometimes.”

“Fine.” Len smirked as he tweaked a cowlick that Henry had left in Barry’s hair. Then he met Barry’s gaze, all false sincerity, and drawled, “Hi.”

Barry rolled his eyes. He couldn’t hide the wry smile even when he turned his head away for a second, though, and he gave Len a playful glare. “You know I meant—“

“Hi!”

For a second, neither of them moved. Then Barry reeled back with something like panic in his eyes, alarmingly contagious, based on the way Len’s heart tripped into fourth gear. “Did he just—“

Len hoisted Henry up to sit on the edge of the couch, and they both stared at him. He ignored them both for a few moments, small hand squishing the cushion before he watched it slowly expand back to its original shape. Then he noticed their eyes on him, and looked up with a beatific smile. “Hi!”

Barry was off the couch in a bolt of lightning, then back a heartbeat later with his phone out, talking so fast he was nearly incomprehensible. “Twice, Joe, I swear, he looked right at us—“

Len got a glimpse of Detective West’s patient expression on the phone screen as Barry waved it toward Henry. “Barr, you said that the last three times. I told you, kids talk when they’re ready. Iris didn’t say a word until she was—“

Barry turned the phone and held the screen out to Henry. Len bit back a reflexive objection; they’d agreed, no screens until he was five (and it’d be eighteen if Len had his way).

Henry reached out for the phone, all Barry’s reckless confidence when confronted with anything new.

Tinny over the speakerphone, West’s voice said, weary but unflaggingly affectionate, “Hi, Henry.”

Barry let Henry have the phone—and that time, Len did shoot him a look—and Henry flattened a tiny palm over West’s face on the screen. Then he tilted his head thoughtfully, lifted his hand, and chirped a delighted, “Hi!”

Barry swept him up with a rush of static that made Henry shriek with laughter, phone forgotten in an instant. Barry deposited them both at Len’s side with a breathless grin, and Len didn’t quite manage to disguise his own smile as a smirk when they looked up at him in unison. West’s voice was still coming from somewhere nearby, but Barry could fish the phone out from between the cushions later. For now, Barry was getting suspiciously bright-eyed, and Len lifted Henry out his arms before Barry could set the kid off crying, too.

“Who had ‘hi?’” he asked. He ruffled Henry’s hair, already overdue for a cut, dark and curling up at the ends. Henry only allowed it a moment before he started to fuss, his snack clearly not forgotten despite the excitement.

“Iris,” Barry hiccuped. He wiped the heel of his hand over both cheeks, then said, “She had ‘hi’ and ‘bye.’ She’s gonna be insufferable.”

“She’s gonna be rich,” Len countered. “Mick put ten grand on ‘Flash.’”

Barry shook his head on a laugh. “You did explain to him that we’re specifically not letting people say that in front of him? Given the whole”—he gestured, with a glimmer of lightning that distracted Henry into a fresh smile—”child’s grasp of a secret identity?”

“And deprive the pool of his ill-gotten gains?” He passed Henry back to Barry and tapped him on the tip of his nose. “Never.”

“She’s just gonna put it in a college fund.”

Len hummed, and didn’t mention the account he’d already placed a quarter mil into at the credit union downtown.

Barry’s eyes narrowed all the same. “What was that?”

“What was what, dear?” Len leaned hard on the pet name, flat and sarcastic, but he knew even before Barry straightened up that it wouldn’t work.

“That ‘hmmm.’ That was an I’m-not-telling-you-something ‘hmmm.’”

Len was saved by the bell, literally.

Someone leaned hard on the buzzer to the front door. A second later—and utterly predictably, given the number of metas in the family Len had married into—Wally West phased through the door, bouncing on his toes and looking around the room before he even finished setting Iris on her feet.

“Joe says Iris won,” he said.

Barry tore his suspicious gaze away from Len to blink over at the new arrivals. “Joe knew about the pool?”

“People on six different earths knew about the pool, Barr,” Iris said. She leaned on Wally as she toed out of her work heels. “Now, give me my favorite nephew. Can you say, ‘journalism school,’ Henry?”

Barry let her scoop Henry out of his arms, his brow still furrowed. “Wait, six different earths? How much was in the pool?”

He sounded a hair indignant, and Len took the opportunity to snake an arm around his waist and pull him back against his chest.

“Say the word,” he murmured against Barry’s ear, smiling when he felt him shiver. “I’ll get you triple by dinner.”

He felt Barry’s heart speed up where his back was pressed against him, and Len nipped the shell of his ear to cement his victory.

“No felonies,” Barry reminded him, but his voice was breathless, and he didn’t disentangle himself from Len’s arms.

“Mm, forgot again,” Len lied. “How about we send Iris and Wally to show Henry’s first word to Joe in person, and I make it up to you?”

A blush was climbing steadily up Barry’s neck, and he’d already shown his hand when he said, “The midterms. Progress reports go out Friday, I have to—“

“Telling me the fastest man alive can’t grade a stack of ninth grade chemistry tests before third period tomorrow?”

“They’re for my AP class,” Barry gasped, and he caught Len’s hand where he’d been tracing his fingers down Barry’s stomach. But he cleared his throat, then said, “Iris? Maybe you wanna bring Henry to the station? It would make Joe’s day.”

Iris gave him a knowing look, but her eyes were warm when she shared her smile with Len. “Mm. I bet it’ll make someone’s day.”

“Singh’s, probably,” Wally said, where he’d been drawing increasingly elaborate flowers of static out of the speed force for Henry’s fickle amusement. Then he glanced up. “Oh. Oh, you meant—yeah. Alright. I’ll grab the diaper bag. And congrats, you guys. On the first word, not the—“

Iris patted his arm and interrupted with, “The station, Wally?”

Wally ducked his head on a nod and gave them both a sheepish grin.

“Make sure your father doesn’t arrest my sister,” Len said. “She’ll show up as soon as she gets the intel out of Cisco.”

“No promises,” Iris said. “But I’ll give him the heads up. Bye, boys.”

The after-image of Wally’s lightning hadn’t even dissipated when Barry dropped his back against Len’s shoulder, one foot tapping rapidly. “Are we bad parents?”

Len nosed at the corner of Barry’s jaw and slid his fingers under the hem of his shirt. “No.”

“Maybe we should—should’ve, uh, reinforced it, more. He might get—confused. He said ‘hi,’ but we—oh my god, did we even say ‘bye?’ Len—“

Len spun Barry and pushed him back against the couch, then kissed him to distract him from looking anxiously at the front door. “You’re overthinking this.”

“I’m overthinking this,” Barry agreed. “No, I’m not. Len, his snack—“

“There are snacks at the station. Joe has a drawer full of Cheerios.”

Barry slid a hand through his hair, gave one last jittery look toward the door, and then slumped back against the couch with a laugh. “You’re better at this than me.”

“Already did it once,” Len said, smoothing the worry out of Barry’s brow with the pad of his thumb. “And look how Lisa turned out.”

It didn’t land the way Len had aimed it to. Barry gave him a warm smile instead of an alarmed look, and Len had to tick his gaze away for a break from the earnestness in that expression.

“Yeah,” Barry said. “Yeah, okay. Now maybe we could, uh, stop saying our family members’ names for a little while?”

Len rolled his eyes, but he allowed Barry a brief smile as he hooked his fingers in the front of his belt. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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“truths and dares”

Kairi plays matchmaker for you, trying to set you up with everyone except herself. A game of "Truth or Dare" exposes your inexperience and your crush on her.

pairing: kairi “valkyrie” imahara x reader / media: apex legends

genre: eventual fluff / word count: 2k / rating: pg-13 / warnings: swearing and mentions of alcohol

a/n: another little friends to lovers thing with less angst. if you have any requests, feel free to shoot me an ask. if you like this, check out more of my writing here!

Kairi sat across from you, cross-legged on the rug in her apartment's living room. She took a sip of a slightly spiked drink before she asked, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," you replied. You wanted to play it safe around her; you know how mischievous she could be. Last time you two had a sleepover like this, she almost made you borrow her jets to jump off the building. When you refused, she then promptly proceeded to do it herself, making a big show out of flying as you watched. She said she would've caught you if you had jumped, but you knew you would've turned into a mess of shaky hands and tumbling words in her arms. Just the thought of her being that close to you, of her saving you like that was enough to make your cheeks flush.

"How was your date yesterday?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Maybe you should've picked dare.

This was the subject you had been avoiding for the last 34 hours. She asked about it every time she got the chance, and you were running out of ways to avoid the subject. Every single text from her in the past day asked you about this date, which you had only gone on because Kairi had set you up with a mystery girl. "She's a babe," Kairi had said. "You two would be amazing together. Total power couple." She said the same thing about the past four girls before.

She always tried to matchmake you with others, but little did she know the only person you wanted to go on dates with was her. You were crushing on your wingman.

You looked at the floor, suddenly interested by a chip crumb that you assumed must've dropped while you guys were snacking earlier. You didn't want to tell her that you had softly rejected this mystery girl almost as soon as you two sat down at the café. You didn't want to tell her that none of these dates were ever going to work out, because the only person you wanted to be with was her. You didn't want her to find out how inexperienced you were, how you'd never even kissed a girl before, how--

"Hello? Earth to [Y/N]?" She waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you back to the conversation. "You can't avoid it forever, you know." She spoke as if she had read your mind.

"It was fine," you said with a shrug.

"Oh, c'mon!" She kicked her leg out, lightly hitting your knee. "You've been avoiding it for days and that's all you give me? I need details!" She leaned forward, returning to the criss-cross position. She rested her chin in her hands with her elbows propped up on her knees, like she was about to watch a movie she had waited her whole life for. Her eyes glimmered with interest and intent. You shifted under her gaze, suddenly aware of how the corners of her lips were turned up, how her shirt was starting to slip down and expose more of her collarbone, how she looked at you. "Pleeease?" She whined, pouting and giving you puppy-dog eyes.

"It was nothing special. Just like all of the other dates you set me up with."

"You didn't even think she was cute?"

"She was cute, just... not my type."

"Bullshit." She leaned back, taking another sip.

"I'm serious!" Defensiveness caused your voice to crack.

"Okay, you know what? I take back my Truth for you," she said.

"You can't do that. You already asked me the question, and I answered it! So it's my turn."

"Your answer was wimpy, so that means I get a do-over."

"Kai, that's so not fair," you protested.

"Your new question is: why do you hate all the chicks I try to set you up with?"

"No." You crossed your arms over your chest. "I'm not answering that. You get one question per turn, and it's my turn to ask you."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. Shoot."

"Truth or dare?" You asked, planning your next statement like a strategic attack. If she picked dare, you'd dare her to stop setting you up with random girls, and she always picked dare.

"Truth," she said with an ounce of arrogance. Okay, maybe she didn't always pick dare. She just wanted to be difficult. Classic Kairi.

You paused for a second, rethinking your plan before speaking again. "Why do you keep trying to set me up with people?"

She drummed her fingers against her leg, thinking the answer through. Your eyes were drawn to her thighs, the way her fingers pressed against her own skin and seemed to sink in like it was a pillow, the way her shorts were riding up from her moving around. You swallowed hard and forced your attention to return to her face, hoping she hadn't noticed you staring.

"Because you're hot shit," she said. "You deserve some hot girl to have fun with, you know?"

"Why don't you focus on getting yourself a date? I don't hear anything about you finding a hot girl to have fun with." You scrutinized her answer, genuinely curious as to why her own logic didn't apply to herself.

She shook her head. "Nope, one question per turn, right?" You groaned at the rule you had so adamantly enforced a minute ago. She smiled at your annoyance. "So, my question from earlier. Why do you hate everyone I try to set you up with?"

You searched your brain for an excuse, for anything that would cloak the real reason behind it all. "I'm not good at dating," you answered. It wasn't necessarily a lie, just an attempt at hiding that you hadn't ever had a real date before.

She saw right through it.

Her eyes widened. "Oh," she whispered. "You haven't-"

"Hey, one question per turn, right?" You cut her off, the words spilling out almost frantically. Your abruptness surprised both of you.

She was still quiet from the realization. You could only hope she hadn't also put together the whole "crush" aspect of it, and that she thought this was only about your inexperience. She nodded and leaned back, going easy on you. She could tell you weren't too fond of this conversation and decided to leave it be for the moment.

"Truth or dare?" you asked, shifting your legs.

"Dare."

You tried to think of something that would yield ridiculous results, something that would completely redirect the topic. "Show me the last thing in your search history."

"Oh, God," she laughed, pulling out her phone. She opened it to her most recent webpage and showed it to you. There was a page of results underneath the search-bar's heading which read "how to remove pasta sauce stains from blankets".

"Oh my God, Kairi!" you exclaimed, giggling.

"I was just eating on my bed! I was lazy, okay? Don't judge me."

You two shared a moment of laughter, and you let your worries and insecurities slip away for the time being. In that moment, you were just friends, laughing your asses off over a game of "truth or dare." There were no risks to be taken, no secrets to hide. Then, your giggles eventually dissolved and the truths came rushing back to you. You glanced at Kairi, who felt the nervous tension in the air, but she wasn't one to drop things completely.

"Hey," she said comfortingly, reaching over to place a hand on your leg. Your skin felt electrified upon her touch. "I'm sorry if I crossed a line, but it's okay to be inexperienced, you know. We all start somewhere. And sometimes, some of us don't go too far after our first. Some people find the love of their life right away and don't ever touch another person on the planet after that. Some of us like to have a bit more fun." She winked.

"Like you?" you asked, your voice sounding innocent and lost, like a hand stretching out for guidance.

"I used to." Her voice was casual as she leaned back on her hands. "I dunno, haven't really been feeling the fun life anymore. Kinda waiting for that special someone, you know?"

You nodded, understanding. You shared that feeling. It was part of the reason why you didn't want to go around messing with other girls, why you avoided all of the dates she set up for you. You two sat in comfortable silence, soaking in the air of the moment and listening to the cars outside.

After a minute, Kairi spoke again. "It's my turn, isn't it?"

"Mhm." You tried to conceal any leftover nerves that hadn't been calmed by her words, but the idea of her getting your last secret out of you made your heart race quicken.

"Well, truth or dare?"

"Dare," you replied. You suddenly felt somewhat courageous, but part of you also just wanted to avoid any more questions about your nonexistent love life and any possibility of revealing the crush you had on her.

She looked at you and smiled. There was a hint of something in the way her eyes sparkled, but you couldn't discern what it was. "I dare you to kiss me."

Your heart leapt into your throat. You couldn't say anything in response. She spoke up to fill the silence and ease your nerves. "You can just use it as practice for the next girl. I'll teach you how to do it, all right?"

"But I..." You tried to still your racing thoughts, but they were a carousel too fast for you to get off of. "I- I thought you were, uh, waiting?  For that special someone, right? Wasn't that what you said?"

"Yup." Her expression didn't change. Her gaze flickered down to your lips, making your heart beat even faster.

"But, Kairi, I-"

"[Y/N], you are that special someone," she said. She cupped your cheek in her palm. Your hand reached up to hers in surprise, touching it to make sure that this wasn't a dream like the ones you'd imagined this whole time. You relaxed against her touch. You felt your body slow down, soaking in her touch and every romantic bit of the moment. She could tell by the way you melted in her hands that you felt the same way about her. This wasn't going to be practice for the next girl. There wasn't even going to be a next girl. You both knew it was only about you and her.

She leaned in with a smile, your faces only inches apart. "So, are you taking the dare or  chickening out?"

You puckered and kissed her harder than you intended, causing a slight ache to start where your inner lips collided against your own teeth. You immediately pulled away, shocked and embarrassed, and mumbled out some apologies. She slid her hand down your cheek so that it was under your chin. She tilted your chin upwards, forcing you to focus on her.

"Look at me. Follow my lead, okay?"

She leaned in again, meeting you since you were now nervous to make the first move. You watched as she parted her lips slightly, allowing yours to sink in the gap between them. You parted yours as well, making the kiss sweeter and softer than just a puckered peck. She tugged gently on your cheek, pulling you towards her just enough to close any spaces between your mouths. She moved her lips against yours after a few moments, starting a second kiss without ever breaking the first. You couldn't tell where her mouth ended and yours began as they melted into one another seamlessly.

You pulled away when it got hard to breathe through your nose. She giggled at your gasp, another small sign of inexperience, and smiled at you. "How was that?" she asked.

You were breathless, both literally and figuratively. You felt like you were floating, completely in a daze after what just happened. "It was really, really good. Thank you."

She blushed at your compliment, but laughed at your innocence. "I'm honored to have been your first," she replied with pride. "You're a fast learner. Not bad at all."

Your cheeks flushed. "Oh, I don't know about that."

"Hmm, I think I'll be the judge of that," she said as she leaned in to kiss you again.

[marsbutterfly]

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WARNING: NSFW!

Perfect Timing

Summary: As you bury yourself in work, Reiner wants to bury himself in you.

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The pile of papers in front of you seems to be getting bigger by the second somehow. For the past few hours, you've been confined to your room, filling report after report, ensuring all precautions are being taken for the next expeditions.

Commander Erwin has been requesting your help for these past few weeks, something having to do with all Squad Leaders and most soldiers catching some strange viral disease and not being able to do their job properly or at all.

Putting the pen down, you use your thumb to gently rub the center of your dominant hand. You can feel a few blisters forming and the muscle starting to hurt. A pained sigh escapes your body as you recline on the chair, looking at the ceiling.

Feeling like you're forgetting something, you look around the nearly empty room until your eyes lay upon the calendar hanging on the wall and you are hit with the realization that you have stood Reiner up yet again.

You slap your forehead before rushing out of the small room. Rushed footsteps and heavy breathing fill the empty headquarters ' halls.

Aggressively knocking on the door, you wait for him to open it. A cold chill going down your spine as he emerges from the inside, an enraged look in his eyes as he crosses his arms against his chest.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, not find enough courage to say anything else. All you can do is look down at your feet while digging your nails onto your hands, so intensely it almost draws blood.

He rolls his eyes at you and arches an eyebrow. "What was it? The 4th time in a row?"

You nod, hurt by the tone of his voice but also understanding where he is coming from, "I got caught up and lost track of time." Your voice dies in your throat halfway through the sentence. His eyes don't leave you even for a second.

"There's always something." He replies before taking a few steps backward, opening enough space for you to enter. Darkness takes over his own with the exception of a small lantern resting on his bedside table, right next to a small book.

You walk past him, the smell of food faintly present in the room. An overwhelming feeling of guilt washing over you as pay close attention to the burned out candles and a simple bouquet of flowers resting in a vase with water by the window.

With barely an ounce of courage, you look up and lock your eyes on his. "I'll make it up to you."

"No, you won't." He calmly but terrifyingly says, his voice in a lower tone than usual. Reiner's arms remain crossed against his chest but his right foot now stands against the wall. He allows his head to fall back as he look up at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze.

"Don't say that." You whisper, a tremble present in your voice. You open your mouth to speak again but not a sound comes out, rather a deep breath closely followed by a cloud of steam. You wrap your arms around your body, gently rubbing up and down your arms in an attempt to keep yourself warm.

"You are never here." Reiner breaks the silence, the anger in his eyes never disappearing. "I learned how to cook just for you."

"And I really appreciate that!" You say, extending your hand in the hopes that you will be able to touch him, but he is barely out of your reach.

"Clearly not enough." He yells. Silence takes over the room yet again as both of you avoid sharing any looks.

A tear rolls down your cheek as you stand up, "Fuck you, Reiner."

In a second, you feel his body pressing yours against the wall, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair as he pulls it gently, forcing you to look up at the ceiling, "I dare you to say that again."

A smile growing on your lips as you cling onto the sides of his shirt, "Fuck," you whisper, feeling his lips as they plant eager kisses alongside your jawbone.

"You" You continue, your arm gently slows down to his pants as you grab the outline of his dick. A gasp escapes his lips as he continues to nib your skin, leaving small, red marks along the way.

"Reiner." His name falls from your lips with ease as you unbuckle his belt. A devious smile imprinted on his face, you feel his right hand excitedly grabbing your boob. His thumb gently rubs against your nipple and you gasp for a second.

Pulling him closer, you destroy all the distance between you two in an anger filled kiss. He eagerly explores your mouth as you nibble the tip of his tongue.

In a second, his belt loudly hits the floor and you pull his pants down, underwear and all. Your knees touch the cold, wooden floor faster than you've ever known to be possible. His dick twitching in front of you, vigorously awaiting to feel the warmth of your mouth.

With your dominant hand, you happily oblige by stroking him eagerly, attentively watching as his chest rises, working hard to make as little noise as he can, even going as far as to cover his mouth with his hand, but failing miserably.

Sturdyngly holding his cock into place, you wrap your tongue around the pinkish tip, making small, saliva filled circles along the way. You notice how tender he is to your touch so quickly you decide to take advantage of your situation, now using your lips to take the edge of his dick into your mouth.

Teasingly, you remove him out of your mouth, a "pop" sound following closely behind. You shift your eyes up, meeting his halfway there. A pout appears on his face and you smirk at him, a string of saliva connecting your bodies.

"Come on." He says through clenched teeth. You roll your eyes at him but decide to oblige to his request yet again.

Your tongue travels from the tip of his massive cock all the way to the base as you take your free hand towards his balls, massaging them gently. In a swift move, you can feel half of his length in your mouth.

Bobbing your head up and down, he grunts quietly before using your hair that is still wrapped around his fist to force himself down your throat. You gag as you feel him touching your uvula, but thankfully are able to hold it down.

Small drops of saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth onto your shirt, leaving small stains where they land. Moans leaving your throat as you feel your wetness soaking your underwear.

The feeling of Reiner's cock in your mouth drives you near insanity. The simple thought of having him inside you is enough to force you to take your hand and place it in your underpants, using your middle and ring finger to rub circles around your clit.

Allowing him to set the pace, you remove your hand from his cock and place it on his thigh, firmly digging your nails onto his pale skin. The room is filled by the wet sounds coming from your mouth and his grunts.

Precum coats your tongue and, as it mixes with your saliva, it makes your movements easier than before. Your jaw hurts from all the effort, but you make sure to suck him harder every time you bring most of his length out of your mouth.

You can feel his dick pulsating in your mouth, a way of his body telling you he's getting close. Not hesitating, you easily slide two of your fingers inside your pussy, a loud gasp escaping your lips, vibrating against his cock.

His hips began moving, a way for him to feel more of your warm mouth against him. Somehow, he manages to hit deep inside your throat, your wide open lips leaving a wet mark against the skin of his pelvis.

Without a warning, you hear him loudly cursing and his cum shooting at the back of your throat. Not a second or a gag passes, and you swallow everything while you feel your body contracting against your fingers. As your body shakes from your own orgasm, you remove him from your mouth, only the remaining streak of saliva connects your bodies.

A satisfied smile sits on his face as he uses his left arm to pick your body up from the floor, quickly grabbing both sides of your jaw with one hand to pry it open.

"You swallowed everything, right?" He asks, carefully inspecting the inside of your mouth. You simply nod before he lets your face go.

His smile now curling onto a devious smirk, you feel his hands making their way towards your ass as Reiner picks you up and carries you towards the small table in the middle of the room.

He places you down and instantly removes his shirt while you work hard to take off every last piece of clothing that covers your body, completely exposing your soft, warm skin to him. His eyes filled with a tad of insanity, you feel his rough, yet delicate fingers slightly brushing against your sideboob.

"Ahh.." You moan as he uses his index finger and thumb to gently pinch your nipple. His mouth travelling from your jawline to your collarbone, a trail of wet kisses marking his path.

You hook your left hand around his neck, bringing Reiner closer to you while you use your right hand to touch his hard dick. He lets out a moan of his own before bringing his lips up to meet yours in a kiss filled with lust and a hunger you've never seen before.

Using his dominant hand, he touches the wet folds of your pussy, gently spreading them and making sure you're ready to take him in, but his touch is so gentle it almost feels like torture. Realization dawns on you as yet another moan escapes your lips: he wants you to beg for it.

"You are such an asshole." You whimper, feeling two of his fingers entering you in a painfully slow rhythm, a shit-eating grin never leaving his face as he curls his fingers inside you, spasms traveling through your body while yet another loud moan erupts from you.

"Wrong words." he says, you can feel his warm breath against your cold skin. His blonde hair contrasting with the pale moonlight and the minimum amount of light present in the room Your nails digg into his shoulder as you buck your hips forward, trying to get his fingers to go in deeper.

"Please, fuck me." You desperately plead. In that moment, your body is so hot it feels like it might melt away in his touch and the emptiness in your body is becoming unbearable, a feeling that would only disappear once Reiner was fully inside of you.

He nods, removing his fingers from your pussy and carefully rubbing them against your lips. Without a second thought, you run your tongue alongside his digits, instantly tasting yourself on them. This sight alone was nearly enough to drive Reiner over the edge.

He quickly positions himself in front of you, running small circles on your clit and drawing little whimpers out of you. As you wrap your legs around his waist, bringing your ass closer to the edge of the table, you feel his 8 inch cock inside of you.

An audible gasp escapes your throat. Both of your hands now rest behind your back, holding tight onto the edge of the table as Reiner begins to move his hips. He sets a slow pace at first, and you can tell he's enjoying watching your frustrated reactions.

Before you can begin to enjoy yourself, he pulls all the way out, leaving an empty space behind. He moves his hips, the tip of his dick sliding against your wet folds but never coming inside. A single frustrated tear forming in your eyes as you try to guide him.

Instead, his fingers make their way inside but barely down to the first knuckle. Reiner lets out a pleased giggle as watches your body contorting, its way of begging for him. You try not to show it, but it's written all over your face how badly you need to feel him.

As he pulls his digits out yet again, anger clouds your thoughts and you feel like you could yell at him right then and there.

"I said fuck me." You say, demanding more of his affection. He exhales through his nose quietly before grabbing your right thigh, leaving red marks along your skin as he digs his nails into you. You gasp at the gentle yet burning sensation of the scratches he leaves behind.

Reiner begins thrusting into you fast and hard, harder than usual. You tilt your head up, allowing it to hang as you look at the ceiling. A small drop of drool slides from your lips down to your jaw.

As the table jolts, he eagerly watches your boobs bouncing up and down, rhythmically following his movements. The room is rapidly filled by the sounds of your body coming in contact with his mixed with the moans and grunts that escape from both of you.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks, wrapping his hand around your neck and tightening it around either side of your throat, gently applying pressure. You softly gasp for air, a smile never leaving your face.

"To you, Reiner." You reply, feeling the wetness drip from your pussy, down your buttcrack, and onto the dark wooden table.

His cock slips in and out of you with ease, so you decide to make him work for it. Clenching your walls around him, you pay attention to the amount of effort he is putting into this, into making you feel good. His hand never leaves your neck and you hang your mouth open but no sound comes out.

"You are so fucking tight." He whispers against your ear. His warm breath brushing against your sweaty skin as you pay close attention to the way his chest moves as he breathes heavily. An instant passes before you bring your eyes down, watching as he brings himself almost entirely out and, in an instant, slams back into you.

Your grip on his shoulder starts to tighten and your toes begin to curl; he knows you're close. Lips turning dry before you run your tongue along them, you try to moisturize it but failing miserably once you realize most of your saliva has dripped from the corner of your mouth onto your neck and boobs.

"Come around my cock, baby." He says and his words alone are enough to drive you crazy. You involuntarily clench your pussy around his dick and lust takes over his eyes, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips as he lets out a moan of his own.

"Shit," He mumbles. As he hits your g-spot, you feel his cum filling you up and it's enough to bring out your own orgasm. You wrap both of your arms around his body, feeling his dick twitching inside of you, his hot cum dripping deep into you.

Before you have time to catch your breath, you pull him in for a sloppy kiss, carefully sucking on the tip of his tongue as he places both of his palms on the table, trying to find his balance. Separating your lips, you touch your mouth to his shoulder, biting it gently while hearing Reiner's breathless laugh.

You plan a kiss on his skin before whispering against it, "Lay on the bed."

"What?" He asks, his body shifts to further away from you, giving him the opportunity to look at your red face. A few strands of hair stay glued to your sweaty skin as you carefully bite your lower lip, trying your best to seduce him.

"Lay in bed." You repeat yourself, gently pushing him away from you, his dick finally leaving your body as a few drops of a sticky combination of his cum mixed with your wetness fall from your pussy to the ground, leaving small marks where they land.

Reiner quickly obliges, rushing himself towards the bed. Once his back touches the soft, white sheets, he puts left arm behind his neck, trying to support his head, but never once he stops looking at you.

As you approach him, you start sliding your fingers through the covers, moving so slowly you can feel the bumps of his mattress. Never breaking eye contact with him, your fingertips ruffle through dark blonde wisps of leg hair, and his warm skin contrasts with the cold air. You pay attention to the way goosebumps rise on his skin at your touch.

Continuing to make your way up, you eventually reach his dick, bringing a moan out of his throat. A smile on your lips, you place the palms of your hands on his chest before straddling him. Feeling his erection against your ass, you decide to take advantage of the situation.

Smoothly, you begin moving your hips, always making sure he can feel you moving but not enough to satisfy him in any capacity.

His eyes are filled with desire and lust yet his actions are gentle. His touch is desperate and his cock is still pulsating, from his previous orgasms and eagerness, but when his fingertips start touching your hip bones, you can almost feel electric waves of care traveling through your skin towards your heart.

Quickly, you take his cock in your hand, stroking it gently before gladly guiding it towards your wet pussy. The tip brushes against the wet hairs and lightly against your clit, a gasp for air comes out in response.

Once he takes position, you lower your hips, taking his entire length in. You curse under your breath as you feel your pussy stretching around him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in extreme pleasure.

As you remember his previous teasing actions from a few minutes ago, you lift your body up, and his dick bouncing back against his stomach. He looks at you, both confused and frustrated. You smile at him while moving your hair around, tying it up on a messy bun, a few rebel strands sticking to your skin.

"It's not so fun being on the other side, is it?" You ask, placing him in between your wet folds before you begin moving up and down. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he tries to reach for your pussy, failing miserably as you interrupt him, holding his hand down.

He grunts gently while you use your free hand to stroke his cock, using your fluids as lubricant. It glides in your hand with ease, at times brushing against your soaked pubic hair. His breathing becomes shallow as you move your hand up and down, gently massaging his cock.

"Y/N, put me inside of you!" He begs, a desperate look in his eyes. You feel the vein on the side of his dick pulsating, his blood flowing more rapidly than usual. For a second, you allow him to rest inside of you, not enough for him to feel any release, but enough for him to get a taste of what expects him.

Desperation now takes over his mind to the point where he feels he's about to go insane once you wrap your hand around the tip of his cock, gently slapping it against your clit. Grunts escaping both of you, you notice his precum covering your hand and are hit with the realization that not even you can take it anymore.

You guide him yet again before feeling the entire length of his cock inside of you. Pleasure takes over you both as you move your head, making sure you have a better view of his face as you feel his eyes staring into yours. Hair falling from the bun and sticking to your drenched in sweat back.

"I love you." He says, slowly beginning to move his own hips. Your hands still rest on his chest, giving you enough support to move in response, rhythmically matching your movements to his.

The room is soon filled by the sound of his balls slapping against your ass and the loud banging of the bed against the wall. Your heavy breathing matches his as his hands travel through your body, making their way from your bouncing boobs to your hips and finally resting upon your ass.

Lowering your body for a second, you place a hand on his face tenderly, a smile on your face as you connect your lips. In that moment, Reiner could feel every ounce of your love for him. Pulling back, you stay mere centimeters away from him, never moving your hand away from his face.

You place your free hand against the wall, speeding up your movements while paying close attention to his reactions. He's furrowing his eyebrows and making sure to enjoy every second he gets to spend inside of you.

His nails now dig into your asscheek, leaving an imprint and reddish marks all over your skin. Once he begins hitting your cervix, you know it won't take long for you to come. The dim light shines on his face bringing out the color of his piercing eyes.

"S-shit." You mumble underneath your breath as you feel your orgasm washing over you. You clench your pussy around him, your muscles almost locking himself into place. Your legs tremble beside him while you curl your toes, eyes closed shut.

He raises his neck, wrapping his arm around you to hold you close, carefully placing your head on his shoulder. In an instant, you feel his warm cum filling you up yet again and it is enough to drive you to yet another orgasm. In silence, you share sweat drops and shallow breaths, trying to recompose yourselves.

Once you open your eyes again, you notice a tired yet bright smile on his face.

"I'm not done with you." You whisper and watch as he widens his eyes.

"What do you mean?" He asks, his dick still twitching inside of you, trying to calm itself down from his third orgasm of the night. In a swift move, you feel him leaving your body, an empty feeling taking his place.

Quickly, you take his cock into your hand and stroke it eagerly. He grunts as he feels your warm hand wrapping around him.

"I stood you up four times," You lower your voice yet again, coming close to his ear. Your dominant hand moving up and down in rapid movements, not giving him a second to breathe. "So it's only fair to make you come four times."

As Reiner looks at your face, he pays close attention to the devious smirk that has taken over your lips. His mind quickly goes blank as you quicken your pace, vigorously stroking his cock but always making sure he is enjoying himself.

Teasingly, you lower your body, touching his dick with your lips yet again. He twitches against your tongue as you taste yourself on him. The mixture of your pussy juice and his cum takes over your taste buds and you continue to stroke him, never once stopping your movements.

"F-fuck Y/N.." He manages to say in between his loud moans and gasps, "You're so good at this."

You can tell how sensible he is to your touch so you try to slow down, only to feel his desperate eyes lock on you. No words leave his mouth but you understand him loud and clear: keep going.

Once you allow him to slide down your tongue, touching the back of your mouth, you can taste more precum smoothly making its way down the head. A smirk is on your face when you remove him from your mouth, looking into his eyes again.

"Are you already gonna come again?" You ask, stroking small circles against the tip of his dick with your thumb. He squirms, nails digging into the mattress as he moves his hips, trying his best to feel as much of your touch as possible.

Before he even has time to say anything in return, his body seems to betray him as you feel the fruits of your labor touching your hand. Warm and white, much like the fluids leaking out of your recently stretched pussy.

Using his own cum, you draw a heart on his thighs, trying to clean your hand. You smile at him and realize his skin looks a little more pale than usual. Worryingly, you rush out of bed to grab him a glass of water, trying to make sure he is at least hydrated.

As you hand him the cup, laughter bursts out of him, almost as if you just told him the funniest joke in the world. You look at Reiner, a confused expression taking over your features.

"Please don't stand me up again," He sits up, taking a few quick sips while trying to catch his breath, "I don't think it's possible for me to come any more than this."

You shrug your shoulders, laughing at his charming stupidity. Carefully, you lay above his body again, making sure you aren't hurting him in any way. As you place your head on his chest, he wraps his arms around you. One hand carefully playing with your hand as the other hugs you close.

In the silent room, you can clearly hear his heart beating and a sense of calm washes over you.

"I promise not to forget another one of our dates." You say, your lips move gently moving against his skin, tickling him a bit.

"Please don't." He whispers in return, "I genuinely don't think I can handle another one of these sessions."

"Maybe we can raise that number to five soon." You respond as he feels a smirk forming on the corner of your lips.

"Oh lord." is the last thing he says before closing his eyes, allowing his body to relax and finally being able to go to sleep.

You smell the candles in the room and the smell of his sweaty skin. Reiner has been nothing but loving and understanding from the very beginning and your love for him only grows with each passing day.

In his arms, you feel safer than you have ever felt and before being drifted to sleep yourself, you quietly whisper against his skin, "I love you too."

[voiceless-terror]

Of Deadlines and Drama

For @jontim-week Day Three: Late

Rating: T

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Jon’s has trouble with his expenses. Tim helps out. 

“Late again? Really, Jon?”

“I know, I know!” Jon types as fast as his shaking hands will allow, but it’s no use. It’s Wednesday and its half past twelve, meaning Rosie will not be accepting his expense report under any circumstances. She’s a stickler for deadlines- at least, when it comes to Jon. They’ve never been on the best of terms, but ever since what Jon has deemed ‘The Incident,’ she’s been downright unpleasant. 

“I thought you set an alarm this time!” Tim says, coming over to lean against his desk. Tim has an alarm for everything - waking up, eating, exercising, going to bed. Jon doesn't know how he stands it. “I didn’t hear anything go off.”

“I might have told you I set one,” he winces, avoiding Tim’s eyes. “And then forgot to.”

“Jon, Jon, Jon…”

“Don’t triple Jon me!” he snaps, attempting to focus on the meaningless numbers in front of him. “I’m stressed enough as is. God, Elias is going to kill me…”

“Why are you trying to impress him?” Tim plops down in the chair beside him and props his feet up on Jon’s desk, raising an eyebrow. He looks infuriatingly handsome in his button up and sweater, a look that Jon has tried to emulate, only to achieve ‘overworked librarian.’ “The only person you should be trying to impress is me. Your boyfriend. The light of your life, the reason you get up in the morning-”

“The reason these are going to be even later than usual,” Jon snaps and knocks Tim’s feet off of the desk with a sharp elbow. Tim yelps and throws Jon a hurt look that he tries and fails to ignore. “I’m sorry. You did tell me to set an alarm. It’s just...these things get away from me.”

“I know.” Tim’s face softens as he scooches his chair over and leans forward, resting his arms on his thighs. “How can I help?”

“You can convince Rosie to accept these. You’re very persuasive.” He turns and gives Tim his best doe-eyed look, though he already knows the answer.

“I am persuasive, aren’t I?” Jon ignores his preening. “But that’s not going to work. You know as soon as she sees your name…”

Jon sighs, resting his chin in his hand. “Yes, I know.”

“What did you do to her, Jon? Run over her dog? I know they scare you, but still...”

“They don’t scare me,” Jon lies, pointedly looking away. “I just...would rather not have them near my person. And you know I can’t drive.”

“What then?” Jon says nothing, focusing instead on chipping away at a small scratch in the wood of his desk. The whole thing’s rather embarrassing, and he’s gone this long without telling anyone. Tim moves his chair even closer, nudging it against Jon’s and squishing him into his desk. He’s effectively trapped.

“C’mon. Pleeease?”

Jon sighs at the wheedling tone. “I...may have snapped at her.” 

“You do that with everyone, though. Unless you said something especially heinous...” Another nudge to his chair. 

“And then... stumbled.”

“...okay?”

Jon closes his eyes. “And spilled my tea all over Elias’s mail.”

Tim guffaws, as expected, and Jon can feel his face warm. It certainly wasn’t his proudest moment, he can still hear Rosie’s screeching and his own stammered apologies. “That’ll do it! God, I wish I’d seen that.”

“It was incredibly embarrassing, and I’m glad you didn’t. Elias wasn’t in, thank god.”

“You could’ve gotten it all over one of those posh suits he wears.” Jon shudders at the thought. Elias is fastidious about his appearance, he would’ve been fired on the spot. Starting to feel claustrophobic, Jon pushes back against Tim’s chair to give himself breathing room and tries to refocus. He’s dawdled long enough.

Tim hums. “Hmm, maybe…”

“Maybe what?” He tucks his head over Jon’s shoulder, probably eying the obvious errors in his report. Jon’s never been good with numbers. 

“Rosie doesn’t accept expenses after twelve, that’s true. But…” Tim trails off, definitely relishing in the small twitch in Jon’s eye when he does it. He enjoys riling him up, and he’s very good at it. Jon contains the urge to elbow him in the stomach.

“But what?” He’s starting to sound like a broken record. 

“But she doesn’t actually give them to Elias until three or four.” Tim smirks at his affronted gasp. Jon’s never been that late, but Rosie’s always going on about ‘deadlines being very important to Mr. Bouchard’ and ‘I’m sorry I just can’t accept these so late, I’ve already given him the pile.’ Jon’s wallet has paid the price for this on more than one occasion- he counts on those reimbursements, and it often leaves him short on cash for the rest of the week. Tim will pick up the check on those days, waving off Jon’s protests and trying to assuage his guilt. Before he can start raging about the newly-discovered arbitrary deadline, Tim cuts in.

“But if I distract her, you can slip them in her little pile and she’ll be none the wiser!” Tim gives him a cheeky grin. It’s...not a bad plan, but Jon’s hesitant at the thought of pulling one over on his boss’s secretary.

“Or I could just wait until she goes to the bathroom and do it then.” Tim’s face falls at the suggestion.

“Or I could distract her.” 

Ah. So that’s what this is about. They haven’t been on an investigation in weeks, and he always gets restless when they’re cooped up in the institute. And a bored Tim is a dangerous Tim.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! This way we can control the scenario, make sure you have enough time to get in and out.”

Jon raises an eyebrow. “And what if she sees through your antics?”

Tim gives a dramatic gasp, rearing back in his seat and just barely missing a passing librarian. “Are you doubting my acting skills? I’ll have you know you aren’t the only theater kid in this place. And I didn’t want to bring it up, but...you owe me.”

Jon’s heart drops. Of course. Jon can’t coast along on his boyfriend’s paychecks, that’s asking too much. It’s his fault he’s in this predicament, and honestly, he should be thanking Tim for even offering.

“For bailing on that stakeout.” 

Jon pauses, and promptly dismisses his guilt. “I was sick! From a cold you gave me, might I add-”

“Technicalities.” Tim waves a dismissive hand. “C’mon. Do me a favor. Let your boyfriend save the day. Please?” He does his best impression of a kicked puppy, and Jon’s almost afraid he’ll go down on his knees to complete the look.

“Fine,” he sighs, ignoring the answering cheer. “If you must. But how are you going to-”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” Tim winks, jumping up from his seat and throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Leave it to me. Finish those up, and I’ll be back before you know it.” He’s already halfway through the door before Jon can say thank you, and only pauses to call back “Have Sasha check for typos! Love you!”

Jon scowls at the snickers that follow this statement, and turns back to his screen. The numbers blurred together, and he’s pretty sure he’s subtracted when he should’ve added. It’s a wonder he ever gets these done at all. 

“Sasha? Can you look at this for me?”

_________

Tim promptly comes back with coffee (which Jon knows he hates) and cronuts, dropping one off at Jon’s desk. “She won’t be able to resist,” he promises with a peck to Jon’s cheek. “When you see us in the hallway, that’s your cue!”

In spite of himself, he starts to feel a little excited. Tim’s exuberance is contagious, and while not as thrilling as an investigation, Jon’s not above a bit of petty revenge. Not even revenge, really, more justice for the pain and suffering of his bank account. And not ten minutes later, Tim and Rosie are chatting amicably as they walk past the library, cronuts in hand. He feels the slightest bit of envy at how easily Tim can make friends, but tamps it down as he tiptoes up the stairs and over to Rosie’s desk. Elias’s door is thankfully closed.

And her desk is...empty. Immaculate. Nothing but a tiny notepad and her usual knickknacks, not a paper in sight. Fuck. Had she already given them to Elias? Is Jon too late? Did Tim waste money on coffee and cronuts for nothing? Calm down, he tells himself, willing his heart to slow. Just...have a look around. 

He tries not to feel too guilty as he rummages through her mail trays and under her place mat. There’s nothing too personal, though he averts his eyes at a list entitled New Year, New Intentions.  It’s when he finally turns to the drawers that he sees it- the corner of a file folder, sticking out of the bottom drawer. Please be it, please be it. He tugs it out, wincing at the small tear it causes and aha! He’s found it. A pile of neatly clipped expense reports is nestled inside, and all he needs to do is stick his in the middle where she can’t see and he’ll be fine-

“Jon?”

The voice startles him so badly he lets out a little yelp, the folder flying from his hands and papers littering the floor around him. He puts a hand on his chest to calm his racing heart and turns around to find Elias, who’s just caught him snooping through his secretary’s desk like a little thief. Jon didn’t even hear the door open. Oh god. I’m fucked. I’m fired.

“I-um, h-hello! Elias.” He gives an awkward little wave and immediately curses himself for doing it. It’s like he’s suddenly forgotten what normal people do with their hands. “I was just...looking for a pen. T-To write Rosie. A note.” 

“A note.” Elias raises one eyebrow, and it’s clear he doesn’t believe a word coming out of Jon’s mouth. To be fair, Jon wouldn’t either. When put on the spot, Jon can’t lie to save his life. “And this file…?” He bends down to pick up the folder clearly marked ‘Expenses’ in bold, black print. Jon winces.

“It...fell out?”

“Oh, Jon.” Elias tuts, and Jon refrains from full body flinching. He has a particular hatred of being scolded, and especially by Elias, of all people. The man he’s desperate to impress, who holds his job in his hands. “There’s no need for the ruse. Deadlines aren’t exactly your strong suit, are they?”

“No,” he mumbles, the words barely audible as he struggles to meet Elias’s eyes. He loves having his flaws pointed out to him. Loves it. “I’m sorry.”

“However, you do fine work.” Jon blinks and there it is- a rare, indulgent smile. It’s incongruous with those strange, cold eyes, but it makes Jon feel better all the same. “You’re one of our best researchers. But if you want to move up in the world, timeliness is of the utmost importance, yes?”

“Y-Yes,” Jon stammers, nodding his head up and down like a puppet. Move up in the world? Jon’s never considered himself ‘promotion material,’ but the thought that Elias thinks it possible fills him with excitement. You do fine work, he said. Fine work! “I’ll do my best.”

“Of course.” Elias offers the folder to Jon’s trembling hands, and gives him a conspiratorial smile. “This, however, can be our little secret, hm? I believe I saw Rosie and Mr. Stoker in the break room, but I think they’ll be back any minute. Best to tidy up before she notices.”

Jon can’t help the beam that spreads across his face. “T-Thank you, Elias. Really. It won’t happen again-”

“I know it won’t.” Elias gives him a brisk nod, suddenly all business, and turns back to his office, shutting the door briskly behind him without another word. Jon takes that as his cue to scurry across the floor, grabbing up the papers as frantically as possible while taking care not to crumple them further. It takes him a few moments, but he manages to get them in order and tucks his own into the pile. He places it carefully in the drawer he found it in, corner sticking out just as before. No Rosie in sight. Thank god.

With that, he bolted. Best not to be spotted anywhere near the scene of the crime. 

______

“Did it work?” Tim rushes into the library, talking entirely too loudly and plopping down on Jon’s desk, sending pens flying. Jon chooses to ignore this. “I brought Rosie her favorites, gave up my choicest gossip to get her out of that seat. Told her if Elias overheard he’d go mental.” Tim pauses to consider this. “Actually, that might’ve been true. It involves a copier and a certain someone-”

“It worked,” Jon quickly cuts him off. He doesn’t need any more info on whatever...that was. “Thank you. But Elias caught me.” Tim looks at him incredulously, as if surprised he survived the encounter. “And he was...okay with it? I mean, he told me it couldn't happen again, but he said ’it’s our little secret.”

Tim blanches at the words. “What?”

“He also said I did fine work,” Jon admits shyly. “I didn’t know he paid attention to me, but-”

“Hang on, ‘our little secret’? Fine work!?” Tim shrieks and Jon hurriedly shushes him, looking anxiously around the library. No one pays attention, used to their antics by now. “What’s that supposed to be, a euphemism?”

“A euphemism? What on earth could that be a euphemism for?”

“I don’t know!” Tim waves a hand around dramatically, and he actually looks a bit put out. Is he...jealous? Jon can’t help the small smirk and Tim notices it right away. “Don’t give me that! I don’t like the way he looks at you. Sasha’s noticed too. It’s downright creepy.”

“The grey is a bit disconcerting, I’ll give you that.”

“It doesn’t match his face! Weird, right?”

“Anyway,” Jon says, eager to cut off yet another tangent. “Your plan worked.”

“Not really.” Tim pouts, kicking his feet out like a toddler and turning away with his arms crossed. Only Tim can manage to make the petulant look work on a twenty-eight year old man.

“Yes, really!” Tim doesn’t turn around and Jon internally rolls his eyes, albeit fondly. “Look, I’ll get my check next Friday with everyone else. And then I’ll take you out to dinner. How does that sound?”

That did it. Tim tilts his head towards him, gives him a playful smile. “Gonna romance me, Sims? Pull out all the stops?”

Jon returns it. “All the second-rate sushi you want.”

“You’re a prince among men.” Tim hops off his desk and gives his forehead a kiss. Jon’s partial to those kisses and he can feel himself melting at the touch, even as his smile turns wicked.

“I could ask Elias if he’s free as well-” 

He doesn’t manage to dodge the pen that flies his way, but he doesn’t mind. Jealousy’s not a bad look on Tim.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30103509

[gojoscloset]

NSFW

Hello, if you are taking requests, would you be okay with writing a gojo satoru x ready scenario when they try out anal? Thank you

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WARNINGS:

❌SECKS

❌Butt stuff

❌Reposted from other account

❌not proofread lmao

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“Tada!~” You stood before Satoru with absolutely nothing on, your back turned to him and you glanced over your shoulder, seeing his expression was priceless.

Your ass spread for him, revealing a butt plug right in the center, bright light blue gem glistening in the light with every playful shake of your ass.

You smiled confidently, but inside you were nervous to see how he would take your request. Anal had been on the brain for a while now, and as nervous as you were, you wanted to surprise him and let him know that you thought you were ready to try out something new.

“Well whaddya think?” You broke the silence between you two, apparently you had rendered Satoru speechless. His gaze switched between you and the gem in between your cheeks.

“Y/n….” he muttered and bit his lip, the corners of his lips curled in a sheepish smile. “A-are you sure you wanna do this?” He motioned for you to come to him and you obediently obliged, swaying your hips confidently as you waltzed over to him.

“I do. I really really do. I’ve been stretching for weeks now! I think I’m good where I’m at, but that doesn’t answer my question.” You sat in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What do you think?” You repeated playfully, planting a kiss on his cheek. “I think it looks great. You always look great, no matter what you do babe.... But I just...Again. Are you sure?” He wasn’t opposed to the idea, however, he never asked. He always felt as if it was too much to ask his previous partners for that knowing he was well endowed.

He felt that his partners would be in pain,and to him it’s no fun if the other person isn’t into it. You nodded though, with excitement, practically clasping your hands together and with stars in your eyes.

“Pleeease?” You got up from his lap and scurried over to your drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube Satoru wasn’t familiar with. “I even went out and got this.” You shook it excitedly “water based and all.”

You flashed Satoru a smile he couldn’t help but reciprocate. “C'mon…” he motioned you over and he made quick work of his clothes.

—

Satoru didn’t just go at it, no no he’s cultured.

There were various amounts of foreplay, a couple orgasms here and there, yours of course. Teasing , lots and lots of teasing. But the best part about being here with him, and being able to share this experience with him is that even if this all went terribly wrong, you would still have a good time because you shared it with him.

“I’m ready.” You enthusiastically grab the bottle of lube and break the seal from the top. He lies down on his back and pats his thighs signaling you to straddle him.

“I want you to top, so you can set the pace.”

You nodded and made your way to him. The bed creaked some as you placed your knees on either side of him, his cock was rock hard from the earlier activities so not much more needed to be done.

You pop open the top and generously, generously pour a large amount on his throbbing cock. Generously.

Satoru beamed at you and watched as you happily poured away. His large hands rubbed at your thighs, he noticed the effort you put into this.

He took in the little things, how the skin on your legs wes extra smooth. How your smell was different, you smelled sweeter, fruity. The color of the gem you chose intentionally to match his eyes.

He snapped out of his thoughts when you finally touched him, the slick and dirty sounds your hands made when you squeezed and rubbed his shaft was delicious.

“Let me take this out” you relaxed your muscles and pulled the plug out. You positioned yourself after tossing the plug to the side and looked down at Satoru with a smile. You poured lube into your hand and prepared yourself for the big move. Emphasis on big.

“I’m going in” you say teasingly you ease your nerves.

“More like I’m going in” he gave you the finger guns and you slapped his hands away while bursting into laughter.

—

After finally regaining composure you grabbed his cock, you rubbed the tip at your entrance. He gave you bedroom eyes, watching as you carefully took the tip in.

“Take it nice and slow sweetheart…” his hands gripped your thighs, giving them a comforting squeeze. You simply nod and slowly push him in. You bit your lip, feeling yourself stretch tightly around him. Thankfully the lube was doing an amazing job.

It wasn’t until you got to the thickest part of his dick, thicker than the plug you had in earlier, by a lot.

Satoru noticed you were reaching your limit when you slowed down, the sudden face of excitement switched over to concentration, brows knit together, soft groans escaping your lips.

“That’s my girl, you’re doing such a good job.” He panted through clenched teeth. Instinctively he wanted to ram into you animalistically, the lust boiling through his veins, but he had to control himself, he didn’t want to split you in two. Well he did but didn’t.

His words were soft on the ears, his hands sneaked over to yours, locking your fingers with his.

“Take your time baby...take as much time as you need”

It felt like eternity for the both of you but you finally managed to sit down on it. You looked down at your boyfriend, face flushed and aight layer of sweat on your face. You exhaled deeply and lifted a finger, silently asking him to give you a moment before he started moving.

Satoru couldn’t help but smirk, he laid there completely still to avoid making any sudden movements and fucking your night up.

His hands never stopped rubbing your thighs, soothing the slight sting that came with this form of intimacy.

“Just so you know...if this were anyone else I’d be gone by now.” You said with a small laugh at the end of your words.

The little laugh was like sweet sweet honey to his worries. Satoru didn’t even know he had tension until you laughed, he could quite literally feel the weight lift off his shoulders knowing you were still having a good time.

“I’m honored….” his hands again rubbed at your thighs, moving them up to your core. ”more like blessed..”

One thumb parted your lips while the other rubbed circles on your clit, still wet from when he ate you out like a pudding cup earlier.

Your body jerked some and you grabbed his wrists to stop him. “Hold em up!” You squeaked and Satoru stopped all movement.

“One step at a time...I’m-I’m gonna start moving now..” he nodded and watched you, his hand grabbed yours and brought it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

The way he filled you up was a completely different experience. You knew his dick would reach areas that the plug could not, but goddamn. It was like you could feel every vein, every curve, every pulse of his cock inside of you. The pulse of his cock made you grow wetter and wetter the longer he was inside.

It wasn’t until you looked at him that you noticed the layer of sweat on his forehead. You let out a chuckle and reached over wiping the beads away.

“Poor baby~” he was holding himself back as best as he could.

“Take your time. Take your time. But I just want you to know, it’s a tight squeeze.” Both of you burst into laughter “okay okay, moving for reals this time”

You lifted your hips up, pulling him out slowly, but not all the way out, just enough to get something going.

“Satoru…” you whine, he groaned in response, wanting you to know he too could feel the pleasure.

The stinging wasn’t so bad after a few thrusts, you finally fully relaxed around him, making it a lot easier for you to get a rhythm going.

However, despite you getting the rhythm going, Satoru laid there stiff as a board. “Toru…..touch me” you groaned grabbing his hands and you placed them on your breasts

“You can move now…just go slow”

His face lit up almost instantly, and his mouth was now a grin. The once concentrated expression was now a goofy one.

“That’s all you had to say…” he didn’t even know where to begin. Your breasts? Your clit? He was going to have to spin the wheel of fortune for this one.

—

Satoru sat up now, mouth latched onto your nipple, tongue flicking the nub skillfully. You were covered in his markings, intentionally he left a trail from your neck down in between your breasts , claiming you as his, nothing new though.

His nails dug into your hips, leaving stinging crescents into your skin, but all good deeds don’t go unpunished.

You clawed at his back, leaving streaks and trails of fresh wounds down his back.

“Toru...go harder.” Again, that was all he needed to hear. “Here, let me give you what you want...let me give you what you need…” he growled.

His fingers ran across your slit, coating them with your juices before sticking them inside. Satoru swirled his fingers around in a circular motion creating friction and rubbing that delicious spot with both his cock and digits.

“AH!” Your back arched at the foreign sensation, but your body craved more of it. You bounced on him, juices leaking on his thighs and onto the sheets, but you didn’t care, you needed release.

“Don’t stop!” You cried out when his thumb pressed against your clit, pushing you over the edge. This was Satoru’s favorite part, seeing your face and body wrench in pleasure due to his touch. His fingers. His cock. It was all because of him and the very concept of that made his body feel like it was on fire.

He watched as your body tensed up, watched as you threw your head back, completely lost in the bliss that he provided specifically for you. His eyes were blown and he looked at you like you were the one who hung the stars, the one who made the flowers bloom in the spring, like if the world was specifically made just for you.

Your body shook and twitched around him, Pussy creaming down his fingers as they slowed their pace, thumb still circling your nub, he’d rather overstim you then to cut it short.

However it wasn’t long until your body Couldn’t take anymore, your thighs threatening to close but he held them open until he made sure you were good.

Circles still being traced carefully on your clit, more and more arousal leaking out of you as he did.

“Okay okay okay okay!” You squeaked and grabbed his wrists to stop him.

“You sure?” He let out a chuckle and pulled his fingers out of you, they were coated in your fluids up to the knuckles, strings of stickiness attached to his fingers when he spread them apart.

He didn’t hesitate to put them in his mouth, sucking and licking off your fluids hungrily like a man who hasn’t eaten in days.

“Always so tasty for me” he cooed and moved his body carefully so he was now hovering over you. His hands hooked behind your knees and pushed them as far up as he could while looking into your eyes.

“Give me more.” he whispered.