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[yixinc]

、 ✰   by clicking HERE you’ll find [ 420 ] (268x151) gifs of kim woobin as lee jeongdo in officer black belt (2024). i made them from scratch, so do not add them to your own gif hunt, and do not repost and claim as your own. please like or reblog if you use or find them helpful. ( ko-fi )

TW: fighting; blood; wounds.

[walidgoldpreppy]

Anthony become Tonygold

Anthony wakes early that morning, roused from his sleep by a dull excitement he can’t suppress. The sound of a delivery truck outside reminds him of the reason for his unusual haste; his new clothes have arrived. After quickly getting ready, he rushes to the front door, where several large packages are waiting for him, neatly stacked.

The mere sight of these packages fills him with a mixture of satisfaction and haste. He begins to unpack them one by one, with almost ceremonial care. Each piece he discovers is a promise of transformation, one step closer to the sartorial perfection he now aspires to.

The first package contains several suits, all neatly stored in protective covers. The heavy, thin fabric slips through his fingers as he begins to hang them on his clothes rail.

He chooses to try on the navy plaid suit first.  He puts on the pants, which fall perfectly on his hips, without needing any alterations. The fabric is both light and structured, adapting to each movement with an almost unsettling precision. Then, he puts on the jacket, fitted, with slightly reinforced shoulders, giving him an even more confident posture. He looks at himself in the mirror, observing the fine white lines of the checks that accentuate the natural elegance of the suit. He knows that this two-piece will become one of his favorites for work days.

Moving on to the shirts, Anthony chooses a sky blue with. The cotton is soft on his skin, and he takes the time to button it slowly, appreciating the contrast between the blue of the shirt and the navy of the suit. He then adjusts his tie, a sober solid blue piece, which he tightens around his neck with an impeccable knot. The ensemble is both simple and refined, a perfect balance.

He's not done exploring yet. He moves on to the Golden Ralph Lauren sleeveless sweater, which he puts on over a white shirt. The color combination is vibrant, and the sweater gives him a superior but still neat look, perfect for more casual days at the office.

To complete it, he tries on one last accessory: a Golden bow tie. He hesitates for a moment, aware that this color stacks up enormously on his outfit but he Loves the Gold one. Tying it around his neck and adjusting it carefully, he likes this touch of shine. It adds an almost royal dimension to his ensemble. He knows he'll wear it on days when he has to impose a marked presence, where his simple appearance will have to capture attention.

Then, he tries on another suit, this time the slightly satiny grey three piece suit. The material is sublime, as he approaches the mirror, he admires the shine that gives a sensuality to the suit.  He pairs it with a grey shirt for a classic look, but chooses a Golden tie to add a touch of power. By adding a black leather belt with a Gold buckle, he feels invincible, as if this outfit will accompany him on a day where he can only succeed.

Anthony then heads to the shoes, where three pairs are waiting for him, brilliantly lined up. He chooses to try on the black brogs and Golden sheer socks. The leather is soft but strong, and the elegant cut elongates the line of his legs. He walks around his room for a moment, enjoying the sound of his footsteps, each gesture calculated, almost choreographed. He is certain that this will be his choice for today!

After reviewing a good part of his new wardrobe, Anthony contemplates the result in the mirror. Every detail is perfect: the suit, the shoes, the tie, the accessories.  He feels that every piece of clothing he wears is an extension of this new person he is becoming, a man of rigor, style, and discipline.

Finally, he runs his fingers through his hair, carefully smoothing it with a lot of gel, as if to perfect this picture he has painted of himself. He is ready for a new day, but this time, with an even more assertive confidence.

Anthony smiles, heading towards his bedroom door, his bag carefully packed with a few changes of clothes. Today, he will be impeccable, and he knows that this will only be the beginning of a long road to excellence.

Anthony, satisfied with his fittings, takes one last look at the pile of empty boxes that litter the floor of his room. As he prepares to put everything away, his gaze falls on a package that he has not yet opened. The box is slightly larger and, to his surprise, his name is written in Gold letters on the top. Intrigued, he opens it slowly, almost as if he knows that this package is different.

Inside, a set lies, folded neatly; a Gold jersey, accompanied by Gold shorts, a Gold jockstrap, Gold long socks and even Gold cleats. The clothes shine under the light, sending back hypnotic sparkles that instantly captivate his gaze. Without thinking, almost instinctively, Anthony decides to try on this strange kit.

He starts by putting on the Gold long socks.  As soon as they wrap around his calves, a strange warmth rises along his legs, as if his body reacts immediately to the contact of the fabric. His muscles seem to contract slightly, and he feels a slight pulsation under his skin.

Then, he puts on the Golden jock strap, and the effect is even more intense. A wave of pleasure runs through his spine, while his thighs tense, each muscle taking on a more defined shape. He looks down for a moment, surprised to see the firmness that is outlined under this simple garment. His penis swells, becoming hard and definitely bigger and thicker.

When he puts on the Golden shorts, the sensation becomes almost unbearable, as if every fiber of his being resonates with the precious fabric. His mind begins to fog up, logical thoughts slowly dissolve, replaced by a soothing emptiness. He knows he should be scared, but all he feels is a deep obedience, a desire to continue.

He then puts on the Golden jersey.  As soon as the fabric brushes his skin, a violent wave of heat explodes through his body. His shoulders broaden, his pecs swell, and his arms become more massive. He looks at himself in the mirror and watches, helpless and fascinated, the transformation that takes place. His muscles develop before his eyes, each fiber weaving denser, more powerful. His abs, once discreet, suddenly become defined, visible under the shiny fabric.

His breathing quickens, and with each breath, he feels his body grow in strength and stature. His mind begins to slowly fade. He is no longer Anthony, the man who worked in an office. He becomes something else. Someone else.

A member of Team Gold.

Without thinking, Anthony grabs the Golden cleats and puts them on. As soon as his feet touch the ground, a final wave of change invades him.  His eyes, once deep brown, begin to sparkle with a Golden glow. He straightens, his muscles tense, his jaw clenched. He feels powerful, implacable, as if he could conquer the world.

His mind is now filled with new thoughts, new rules. He is now devoted to the team. The goals are clear: to spread the transformation, to bring other men to join the ranks, to wear the Gold, to serve. He no longer remembers the doubts or resistances he had before.

All that matters now is the Gold team.

Anthony looks at himself one last time in the mirror, with his new eyes shining. He is no longer just a man, he is a soldier of Team Gold.

Anthony stands in front of the mirror, his massive, muscular body gleaming in his new Gold uniform. The hypnotic shimmer of the fabric seems to reflect a new identity, a new purpose. He is no longer who he used to be, but he still struggles to put this total transformation into words.

His phone vibrates on the nightstand. With an almost mechanical gesture, he picks it up and sees a message from *WalterGold* flashing on the screen.

"Welcome, TonyGold. It's time to bring the golden light to others."

The name hits Anthony like a punch to the stomach. *TonyGold.* The name resonates in his mind like a no-brainer. This is no longer Anthony, the quiet office worker. He is *TonyGold*, a dedicated player for Team Gold, ready to enforce the rules, to transform those around him.

The phone vibrates again. A call this time. It's Walter.

Anthony picks up, his fingers trembling with an excitement he only half understands. A calm and authoritative voice echoes through the device.

"*TonyGold*, you received your kit, I can feel it. How do you feel?" "Powerful", he answers without thinking, his voice deeper, more assured.

"Perfect. Your transformation is almost complete. Now, you know what you have to do."

Tony lets out a monumental load in his Gold jock strap, to signify his total submission to the Golden team. He catches his breath.

Anthony remains silent, attentive to Walter's every word.

"The team needs new players. At the office, some of your colleagues have immense potential. They don't know it yet, but they are destined to wear Gold, just like you."

"I understand." *Tony murmurs, his mind already visualizing every man in the office in a Gold jersey. 

"I will send you a hypnotic file, as planned. Your role will be to distribute it discreetly. They will have no choice. Their minds, like yours, will be captivated by the gold. And soon, they will be part of the team."

A shiver runs down TonyGold's spine at the thought of bringing his colleagues to the same Golden obedience that consumes him. His Golden eyes shine with a new light as Walter continues:

"Never forget, TonyGold, you are one of us now. The gold is in you. Every day you live, every action you take must be for the team."

"For the team." Tony repeats, his thoughts completely in sync with Walter's.

The call ends, but Walter's words still echo in his head. He knows what he must do. His Gold uniform is never leaving him, not even mentally.  TonyGold is ready to bring Gold to others, to transform those around him.

He looks at himself one last time in the mirror. His Golden eyes sparkle with unwavering devotion. He is TonyGold, and he is here to serve.

(End of part 6)

Part 5

[bubbleebubz]

spencer x flirty!reader who whispers suggestive/downright dirty things in his ears to get him all flustered/red. she thinks shes gonna rock his world in bed and it ends super spicy but maybe spencer is a switch?? hope this is ok and makes sense.

Choke

WARNING SMUTT READER GIVES SPENCE HEAD, SWITCH READER AND SWITCH SPENCE!!

Spencer was at his desk minding his own business when Y/N walked up to him, sitting down on his desk next to him.

"Hey Spence," she chirps as always. He looked up at her, smiling back, no matter how tired he was, her smile was so contagious.

"Hotch says we have another case, in a discluded town in Texas. 2 women were murdered in 3 days, both of them strangled by a red handkerchief," He says, shyly looking away from her pretty bright eyes.

She smirks to herself.

"Hmm, when do we-" she begins but is cut off by Hotch exiting his office.

"Team, you all know we have a case, Garcia will tell us more on the jet. Wheels up in 30." He says before leaving to do more work before we go.

She hops off his desk and grabs her go bag from her car before going to the jet.

Garcia fills them in on the case, and they doze off on the "long and agonizing" (as Y/N would say) ride.

Y/N POV

We get to our destination just to find out there is only 1 motel, and we will have to share rooms, me and spencer are last off the jet, meaning last to choose a roommate.

"I guess you're stuck with me pretty boy," I say, throwing my arm over his shoulder while walking making him blush and smile shyly.

We get to the room that thankfully has 2 beds.

"I'm gonna shower first if that is ok," I say before grabbing my pajamas from my bag and heading to the bathroom after he nods a yes.

I get into the shower, thinking about how the night may go. I don't know how to make it anymore obvious I like Spencer, he really is clueless when it comes to people having feelings for him. But tonight, I'm gonna rock his world.

I get out of the shower, putting on my pajamas, which was just a simple black band tee, it was long enough to be used as a night gown so I didn't pack bottoms, not knowing I'd be sharing a room with anyone, let alone Spencer.

I walk out of the bathroom, to see Spencer sitting at the small table in the corner, looking over the files, his fingers dragging down the page, making my thighs clench together. "your turn, Spence" I say, whispering in his ear, making him jump and I giggle. "S-sorry I didn't hear you come out, I was looking over the case again" he stutters out shyly, his gaze shying down my body. "Eyes up here, handsome" I say snapping my fingers at him. He flushes a deep red, making me giggle. "you know, your really cute when you blush, especially when I do this" I say, hugging him, my arms around his neck, his hands around my waist, causing him to tense, a small gasp leaving his lips. "You make such pretty noises, I wonder what you'd sound like with my pussy around your cock." I whisper in his ears.

What I don't expect is for him to push me against the wall, burying his face in my neck.

"Fuck Y/N, you drive me crazy" he groans out, leaving wet kisses on my neck. "I really want to feel your pussy around my dick, but your lips will do for now" he says softly in my ear.

I look up at him stunned, as he gently places a hand to the top of my head, pushing down lightly, signaling for me to get onto my knees.

I get onto my knees in front of him, looking up at him with doe eyes as he removes his belt with one hand. "Fuck" he groans out, looking down at me. "Your so precious" he mumbles out, pulling his cock from his pants. I gasp lightly at the size. If you had told me Spencer Reid was packing, I'd believe you, but this, this was unexpected, he wasn't huge in the sense of girth, but he was long, curving upward, with a pretty pink tip and veins along his shaft, with neatly trimmed hair at his pubic bone. " So pretty" I mumble out in awe, causing him to blush. "hmm, you think so?" He asks, and I nod before taking him into my hand, stroking him slowly, causing his to jut his hips at the sensation. "sorry" he mumbles out. I take his tip in my mouth, licking the precum that leaked from his slit, moaning at the taste of him before lowering my head down, taking his length in my mouth as far as I could go without gagging, using my hand to stroke what couldn't fit, and the other to the play with his balls. He whimpered out at the sensation. His hips slowly beginning to rock back and forth.

"is this ok" he asked with a fucked out expression on his face. "mhmm" I moan around his length causing his cock to twitch in my mouth, making him let out a yelp. I pull off abruptly, standing up. "Lay on the bed, my knees are sore." I say, and he obeys. "Good boy" I say smugly, he rolls his eyes but I see his cock jump at the praise.

He lays on his back and i lay horizontally across him, taking his throbbing cock back into my mouth, focusing on his tip and balls, moaning around his length as his one hand holds my hair up and the other travels down my back and down to my ass cheeks, fondling the barely covered skin, dipping his fingers down to brush over my pantie cladded pussy, he groans at the wet patch he can feel.

"where do you want it?" He asked, his voice slightly higher than normal. "Cum in my mouth" I say before taking his cock down my throat as far as i can, bobbing my head up and down till I feel his hot seed in the back of my throat, swallowing it all down.

"Your turn" he says slipping us over so he is on top

TO BE CONTINUED MUAHAHAHAH

[mjolnirswriststrap]

You’re The Reason I Smoke

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Summary- reader needs something to take the edge off, and doesn’t know super soldiers can’t really get drunk.

Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: smoking, alcohol consumption, Bucky roughly grabs your face, that’s all 😇

Masterlist

This is my first Bucky fic, so go easy on me, there will be mistakes, my only hope is that I get better with practice ❤️

Edit: I’ve fixed some things and found out there was a whole paragraph missing, do not copy and paste from notes app! 😂

You just wanted a quick drink of water from the kitchen, you didn’t expect him to be there, leaning against the counter. White tank top tucked into navy blue slacks, a black belt with a golden buckle shines at you. He was quite literally, halfway undressed, you couldn’t help but to glance at his arms, both stunning in their own way. You favored the left, the thought of what it could do was enough for you. These kind of thoughts are why you smoke, and you need to right now. Having fantasies about your coworker isn’t good for your health. You quickly grab a cup filling it half way: taking a sip before dumping it down the sink, walking out without interacting with anyone else in the room. Strolling out the front door of Stark tower, you spot your favorite green bench. It doesn’t have any particularly favorable qualities about it, except for Tom, the old man that sat himself there everyday, protesting everything Tony was doing. It had been a month and it didn’t seem like he was going anywhere so you made friends. An eyebrow raise and an offer of cigarettes was all it took for Tom to open up. After hearing him out, you kind of agreed with him and not your current boss.

Your eyes search the surrounding area and your smile falters. There’s no Tom, no sign saying “no more playing god”. Sighing, you sit alone, ripping open a new pack, sliding a single cigarette out instead of two. You feel around every pocket before you realize you left your lighter on your dresser upstairs. Which was weird since you always lay it on top of your pack. You look around seeing a newsstand that sells some basic necessities, down the street, behind some food trucks. You start to feel triumphant before you think about the fact; your wallet was also left on your dresser.

You tell yourself surely someone is going to be leaving soon and you’ll just wait and borrow a dollar from Nat, Sam or Wanda. As if the moment could be any worse, you see a wall of a man walk out the front door of the tower. Just the sight of him makes your nerves vibrate, you can’t decide if it’s a good or bad buzzing. You’re casual with each other, never too friendly and never unpleasant. To him and everyone else, you two were just regular coworkers. To you, you were the office crusher and he the brooding, well mannered super soldier, you’re crushing on. Maybe he’d be a nice coworker and lend you a dollar, or maybe he won’t and you’ll look stupid. Your brain continues to overthink as your feet take you to catch up with his large paces. It was a hike to get up to your room and having to come all the way back down just didn’t really feel worth it, so, humiliation it is!

“Hey Sergeant.” Bucky stops in his tracks, slowly turning around. Softly smiling when his eyes land on you, “Hey Птичка, what are you doing hanging around out here?”. You take a breath, processing him, processing the use of the Russian name he always calls you, Google can’t help you translate since you have no clue where to even start. He could be calling you dumbass, which is the most probable scenario in your mind. “I just came out for a quick smoke, and to see my guy, but he’s not here today and I forgot my lighter so I’m 0 for 2.” You scratch your neck, dryly laughing.

Bucky slowly shook his head up and down as you spoke, as if he was interested in every word you said, hopeful you say “I was wondering if you had a dollar I could borrow? I left my wallet upstairs and I really need a lighter right now. I will have one crispy dollar waiting for you when you get back,” you pleadingly look between his bright eyes, you finish your plea with a “, scouts honor.” And a look of seriousness. “You know, you really shouldn’t smoke those things, they could kill y’a.” Bucky says as he reaches into his pocket, handing you a 20 dollar bill. “That’s too much, I just need a dollar Bucky!” You say, shoving his hand back into his chest. “Well,” He smiles, grabbing your hand, putting the 20 in it. “, I dont have anything smaller.” You thank him, promising again to have his money waiting when he got back, not mentioning the slight scolding he just gave you. Your lung health seems out of ordinary for someone like Bucky to think about or even care for.

You hear a beeping sound coming from his pocket, without checking it, Bucky says “Sorry to cut this short but I really have to get going or I’m gonna be late.”, giving you an apologetic look. You shake your head no before words formed in your mouth “no of course, I’d hate to hold you up, got a hot date?” You shot off that last part without thinking, you internally scream at your attempt of small talk. “Something like that, Steve’s idea.” You die a little on the inside, the buzzing turning into a throbbing in your skull. You pray the obvious blind date fails miserably as you wave him off, watching his back as he walks away.

Briskly you make your way to the stand, purchase a lighter and go sit down on your bench again. Except this time, “where the hell did my cigarettes go?” You say patting your pockets looking around the bench.

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Bucky watches from the window as you stand there in shock, wondering where Tom is. He flicks your lighter, open and then closed, again and again as he watches you sit down and fumble with the cancer sticks that have some sort of hold on you. He secures his tie before walking towards the elevator. Sure, Bucky had smoked once or twice at a bar when he was younger. But that was then, and now science knows what they can do to people, he knows what they could do to you. He didn’t care when other people smoked, just you. Bucky couldn’t wrap his head around it. He felt an instinctual urge to protect you from hurting yourself. Thank God you weren’t a field agent and he didn’t have to constantly watch your back when guns were involved. It would be a lot harder for him to conceal his minor infatuation with you. You run laps around his head, even as he’s making his way through the lobby and out of the tower to have dinner with someone else, a girl Steve swore was the one. He couldn’t blame his friend for trying to get him back out there, it had been 70 years.

He knows you won’t be successful in your little smoke break. Thanks to his lock picking, he held your silver zippo in his pocket as he nonchalantly walked out the front door, keeping his eyes to the right, purposely ignoring your burning stare. He didn’t expect to hear feet running up behind him, or hear your sweet voice. The sound of his title fell so easily off your lips. You were the only person who called him Sergeant, everyone else seemingly knew it was reserved just for you.

Bucky listened intently as you made a case for a dollar loan. He would give you a million dollars if he had it, he just didn’t know how to show it. Too thick of a skin had grown over his heart for him to be able to tell you how he felt. Not being able to deny you, he hands over the first bill he pulled from his pocket, taking the opportunity to distract you by grabbing your hand, his other hand slips the little cardboard box from your loose hoodie pocket. You don’t notice as he slides them into the pocket of his slacks.

He’s about to walk away when his phone beeps, signaling he was already late for his so called date. He would rather stand here talking to you all night. Wanting to end the night before it even started Bucky said his goodbyes, and was almost home free, till you said hot date. He couldn’t lie about this, so he assured you it was Steve’s idea. He played it cool as he walked away, but inside, he hated the way your face fell when he confirmed your suspicions. He could almost say, you looked jealous. He knows you feel something for him too, but without Bucky being able to tell you how he feels. It’s going to be a never ending loop of will they or won’t they.

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It was late, and Bucky still hadn’t come to get his 20 back. You knew the money was an excuse to go down stairs, light one up and wait for him to get back. You truly just wanted to know how his date went, would there be a second? Leaning against the brick wall you take a long drag as you pull your hoodie tighter around you.

Bucky turns the corner and sees you standing there, cigarette dangling between your fingers, you looked irresistible. Maybe it was the nightmare of a date, or maybe it was him clearing out the pub down the street of draft beer. He especially thinks it was the way your lips perfectly wrapped around the orange tip. He didn’t have much time to pin point a reason why before he sprung into action. He stalked towards you, you smiled, opening your mouth to speak but before you could say anything, he rips the cigarette from your hand, throwing it to the ground and smashing it under his boot. He grabs your chin, staring into your eyes. Your breathing matched each other. You didn’t pull away, you didn’t move yourself from his grasp, Bucky could smell the staleness on your breath, he was so close he could feel your deep gasps fan across his face “I don’t want to see you with those things again, got it?” He hides his real frustration.

You’re confused, one second it’s casual Friday with this guy and now he’s pressuring you to quit smoking in the horniest way possible. You shake your head, agreeing that you got it. You weren’t actually going to quit because he said so, but whatever got him away from you and kept you from doing something you regret. You could smell the alcohol on him. You knew he wasn’t in a right state of mind, maybe he just really hated smoking and cared about your well being, he just came on a little too strong due to the drinks. You’ve dealt with plenty of drunks before, so you decide to change the subject. You loosen yourself from him, careful not to push him away completely. “How was your date, Sergeant?” You ask innocently.

One word was enough. Bucky can’t take it anymore, still close enough to do the one thing that would convey everything he felt, he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your lips, quick and gentle, barely there. It was enough to cause all the buzzing inside of you to stop. Everything stopped, the cars passing, the traffic lights changing, pedestrians walking by, the low hum of people in their apartments. The world disappeared, and all you could see was Bucky standing in front of you. Before you could protest, refusing to take advantage of a drunk person, Bucky blurts out “You ruined it. All I could think about was you. Everything she said was wrong because she wasn’t you.”.

You’re stunned, like all the air was removed from your lungs, you know you can’t take what he says now for certain, but it felt good to hear it. “Would you rather it have actually been me?” You say feeling brave. Bucky breaks eye contact at your question. He doesn’t answer as he faces the ground and lets his hair mask his emotions. You take his face in your hand, mirroring your stance moments before, you lift his glassy eyes to meet yours. “Yeah.” Was his response after searching your sincere eyes. You were playing a dangerous game with your own heart. You knew whatever you got into tonight with Bucky, would be just that, tonight only. It would only lead to more heartache. You decide to be a good friend right now, not a coworker, not a peer, not a hookup.

“You look tired Buck, let’s get you up to bed.” You receive no response as Bucky just watches you, gauging your reactions to him. You smile lightly and gently tug on his arm “I’ll even tuck you in, if you make this easy on me” you say referencing the maze of a tower you have to drag a drunk man through. It earns a “deal” from Bucky, which is enough for you to start moving towards the door. To your surprise, Bucky walked fine, stood up straight the whole way up the elevator. No lost shoes or throw up like a normal person. He physically showed no signs of being drunk, but his words screamed to you that he was intoxicated.

You point to a door, silently asking if it was the right room. Bucky nods, procuring a key from his pocket. You take it from him, assuming he has no hand eye coordination in his state. You jimmy open the door and let yourself in, holding the door wide open for Bucky to stomp in and make his way to the bed. He kicks his shoes off, taking off his tie and jacket, he lays them on the back of a small chair in the corner. “You don’t have to tuck me in, I appreciate the gesture though.” Bucky says lowly, now avoiding eye contact.

Still reeling from the kiss downstairs, you don’t notice Bucky’s change of mood. Nodding your head you bid him goodnight. “Well, here’s your $20 back,” you reach into the slim, side pocket of your leggings, pulling out the promised crispy bill. Bucky doesn’t look up as you place the money on top of his nightstand, he’s too embarrassed. He never should have said those things. He let it bubble up inside and when it finally came out, it wasn’t the right words. Bucky knows his confession sounded harsh. He used to think maybe one day he’d get over himself and attempt flirting with you. But that mission failed before it began.

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Jumping up in a sweat filled haze, you shake the sleep from your head, the dream had been too real, too detailed, and rich; sickeningly sweet. The movie that played on through the night was just a fairytale. It could be real, but it was all contingent on a drunk Bucky. You needed to ready yourself for work, checking your phone you see 7:34 glaring back at you. Since yesterday was a leggings and hoodie day, you figured you’d make yourself presentable for this Saturday morning. Your job in stark tower was an unexpected one, no one else ever had the job or ever will have the job, Tony and Pepper’s lifeline. Pepper makes sure Tony is sorted and you make sure Pepper and the avengers are sorted. You see things Earth’s mightiest heros wouldn’t want anyone else seeing. You wouldn’t say you’re an assistant, or a pr manager, a wrangler if anything. Covering up the red in ledgers, wild nights out, a 17 year old spider who should be in bed for school, the usual at the tower. So what you wore wasn’t really a topic of conversation, if leggings is what the woman with all the knowledge wanted, she’d get to wear them to her 9-5.

Today felt different, you wore a short feminine blazer with a long black pencil skirt. A creme colored chemise tucked behind a single hooked button of your jacket. You walk from your small 3rd floor apartment down to an elevator that would take you to the avengers common room, you would do debriefs at 8 every morning. It consisted of wagging a heavy finger at who embarrassed themselves the day or night before, reminding Peter that his homework is more important than finding bad guys. And today, it wasn’t subject to change. You walk into the room, everyone lazily strewn onto the couches. Pepper being the only presentable one besides yourself. You can feel a thickness in the air as you make eye contact with Bucky, an unspoken “we need to talk” passes between you.

“Good Morning Team, I just wanted to start this day off by saying, you didn’t do too bad yesterday, I’m almost impressed.” you say looking down at your data pad, checking off “introduction” on the meeting schedule. “Sam, you didn’t draw a crowd of fans at the veteran’s food bank yesterday! Gold star for you. Wanda, I know you’re just trying to help, but Ms. Rosita told you to stop trying to teach Carmen magic. She’s only 5.” You finish by giving Wanda a pleading half smile. Some of this stuff should be common sense, you think, as you check off things they’ve heard a million times. “And finally, Peter, mind telling the class why my eyes are on you?” You question, eyebrows raised. You tap your foot, waiting for his response. Peter sits there with his mouth agape, not knowing he’d already been found out. “I uh..I…” he looks around for help. You assist him, “I uh heard someone was being bullied so I webbed Flash to the basketball net.” You shake your head, you know he means well, he just doesn’t pick the best corse of action, every time. “I’m sorry Y/N, Mr Stark. I just couldn’t see Flash hurting people who don’t deserve it, no one deserves to be bullied.” You nod your head at him, “That’s very sweet Peter, but you can’t be a vigilante. I’ll call your Aunt later.”. He groans looking down, fully understanding “Yes, Y/N”.

You sign off on the debrief “well that should be it guys, don’t get into any trouble today, please, it’s bad enough I work weekends, make it easy on me” you giggle, obviously joking, you loved your job. You started making your way out of the common room, heading towards the elevator, you pressed up. Never fully accepting that you worked in the penthouse. you worked beside Pepper in Tony’s office, of course they wanted to keep you close, you knew too much. All it is, is a tiny desk in a corner that’s facing the wall, a modest studio on the 3rd floor, a company credit card and knowing things that could easily get you killed. It wasn’t all food banks and bullies. You sigh as the elevator takes longer than usual. Completely forgetting about Bucky, you’re taken back when he taps your shoulder. “Hey, could we talk?” You nod, stepping away from the elevator. “I just wanted to apologize for last night, I shouldn’t have done or said that. It was out of line.” You smile softly, listening to him. He was drunk so he has an excuse, the fact that he’s standing here practically begging for forgiveness melts your heart. “Sergeant, you have nothing to worry about, everyone drinks a little too much sometimes. You should just be thankful it was me out there and not a paparazzi.” You give him grace, letting him know there is no hard feelings. Bucky looks at you, still ever so confused.He thought the coddling was unusual last night, now he understand why, you thought he was drunk off of human beer.

“Wait Y/N, you do realize my metabolism is so high, alcohol can’t affect me? Maybe the mead from Asgard, but nothing from the pub down the street. I’m apologizing for grabbing you, for telling you what to do, for kissing you, but I’m not sorry for telling you how I feel.”

You’re left speechless at his confession, “I..I uh don’t know what to say.” Scratching the back of your head you kick your toe around trying to make sense of the situation. Before you could, you see a blonde head of hair making their way towards you and the elevator. “C’mon Y/N, you know Tony doesn’t like to wait.” Pepper says, only playfully scolding you. She pulls you into the elevator away from Bucky, before you could say anything she’s waving as the doors close “Have a good day Mr. Barnes.”. Pepper is oblivious to what she just ripped you away from. You couldn’t blame her though, you’d talk to Bucky after work, letting last night play over and over while you sat at your desk.

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PART 2

[embersoftheorder]

DWC - August - Day 7 - Victory

"He's been down there a long time," murmured one of the miners as the pack of workers stared at the cave with worried glances. They shouldn't be this frightened but after so many years of torment by the Coven, Hexsworn, demons, and Tides knew what else had climbed out the gloom they had every right to be. Things in the night rarely didn't bump.

Foreman Strohnev crossed is arms and shook his head at the miner's whine, a loud 'hrmph' coming out from under his thick walrus mustache. "We jus gotta give em time."

For weeks things had been going well at the silver mine. Resources plentiful, work steady, and morale high as the profits that lined their pockets. The New Lion Mining Corporation was on it's way to becoming one of the most successful business ventures of this new Drustvar. A small work town had begun to spring up nearby in hopes of perhaps beginning an actual settlement as money was pumped back into the community.

Then the wailing had begun.

Most had hoped it would be some kind of soft cooing in the depths of the mine, something that would cause the willies and startled heads to rise thinking something was over their shoulder. This voice would have none of that. As a pick had struck rock, it came sharp and clear as a meal time whistle exploding through the carved tunnels to reverberate against stone and into flesh. High above in the upper corridors of the mine, men and women had cast aside tools to clutch at their ears in shock as they looked for the source. All eyes had traveled to the elevators further into the depths, whispers of those who might remain below.

None had come back up.

A search party was sent to investigate, the supervisor a hardy dwarf who had been down in the dark for years in the old country hills of Ironforge and Dun Morgh. Troggs, trolls, and beasts had plagued his life since he was a young beardling. He could handle a wail in a cave with a few other muscles to help him out.

The New Lion Mining Co was now short 12 men and had put up a posting for a new supervisor.

They hadn't had an interview yet.

Since the initial wail and disappearances, no one had dared to go down into the mine and memorials had already been scheduled along with letters of condolences to the families of those lost. Sad letters and pocket watches did not fill bellies or pay for supplies though, and word was sent east for aid from House Waycrest. Perhaps the guard would come or maybe a wizard to blast out the mine for the growing tragedy of New Lion as it was being whispered about. Foul moods, broken hearts, and no profits were stunting the fragile growth of this new colony.

The inquisitor arrived on a Tuesday afternoon upon an old black horse with a matching silent crow astride his shoulder.

He was an older man, his hair thin and gray to match the shabby beard he wore but his eyes spoke of a steel that ran deep and true despite the feet at the corners of them. With a crooked nose, chapped lips, and a voice to make men grimace as hard as him he had come to the office of the foreman. Broken leathers, tattered tabard, and an eclectic assortment of Tides knew what clinked among his carried belongings. The Order of Embers was always in dire straights with finances, but in service of Drustvar and House Waycrest there were none better to handle this sort of thing.

This inquisitor said his name was Eldridge. Eldridge Candell.

On Wednesday morning, the inquisitor had tied off his old horse and gathered his assortment of oddities to make his way into the mouth of the mine. He hadn't said anything to anyone, only asking for extra oil and a couple of lanterns to match some rough travel rations. With an old axe strapped to his belt to match an even older bayonet, Candell had swung a pack over his back and entered the mouth of terror.

The crow had planted itself in silent watch as the inquisitor disappeared.

Wednesday came and went.

Thursday passed without a sound.

Friday the miners began to murmur.

Saturday they gathered a watch.

Sunday broke with burning red sunlight and night fell with a spring storm.

Monday came with talk of what to do with the horse.

Tuesday was gone with the wind.

A week had gone by. No work. No news. No sound. No money.

No hope.

The crow sat silent in it's vigil. Was it waiting for the inquisitor's return? Or was it guarding the mine from the miners going in?

Or from what might come out?

Strohnev rubbed his mustache as he ordered the workers to get back to work. What work they would do, he didn't know but he wasn't getting anything for his coin having them worry and fret staring at a hole in the ground. He was not looking forward to writing to the Stand about needing another inquisitor or for them to at least come pick up the remaining effects of the missing man. Another man dead for this, what the hell was he gonna tell the authorities?

The crow let out a sharp croak, that made the foreman nearly jump out of his skin as he looked back to the mine entrance.

"Tides preserve," came a whisper that Strohnev was more shocked came from him as he stared at Inquisitor Candell.

The man leaned wearily against the frame of the door, his face grim and coated in thick layer of coal dust as his grimace caused the wrinkles to crack white lines across him. His pack was missing, his tabard was black and indiscernible of the colors of the Order. His knife was in his belt and a broken lantern hung loosely from the same. The man looked like hell had given him a proper chewing and spitting like he was the bitterest chew.

The foreman strode forward as the other miners spotted him and began to call out at the return of their 'savior'. A sick wet thud stopped him in his tracks as a stained leather sack flopped into the loose gravel.

A few tentative steps forward brought him to the sack as he leaned down to gently peer into the rank leather bag. The torturous withered face of an eyeless woman stared back at him, her face pockmarked with holes like a termite ridden floorboard. Her tongue languished out of her mouth, stained with black much as the stump that might have been her neck.

Foreman Strohnev shuddered as he quickly covered the bag back up and looked up to find the inquisitor standing over him looking grim. The older man grimly reached up to his shoulder and growled as he plucked something from his neck, a soft high squeal much like a piglet. It was insanely unpleasant as he felt his hands come to his ears, holding them tight as he looked in the inquisitors hand.

Squirming in his gloved hand was the oddest bug he'd maybe seen in his life. Bulbous red eyes, black body, orange legs with crystalline orange wings to match. It buzzed and flitted a bit in his hands as it struggled to right itself in his palm, the flecks of the old man's blood still shining on it's pincer mouth as it continued to wail.

It didn't last long as Candell closed his hand around it and squeezed hard enough to shake with as much violence as it took to snuff out the insects life.

Strohnev gaped at his hand and looked up into the inquisitor's face as he finally spoke with a dry cough and hoarse growl.

"Get back to work."

@daily-writing-challenge

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

The All Clear

AN: just a quick lil thing I’ve written to celebrate today 💜

At the physio your girlfriend Millie was undergoing yet another fitness exam. The buzz around the World Cup squad announcement had spread through the building but Millie was hoping to be on the road back home by now. There had been a delay with some scans and paperwork she had to fill out for the end of season.

Millie’s perspective:

Glancing at my watch I knew time was running out to get back home in time for the 2pm announcement. I know I’m being announced on the team as Sarina called me a few weeks ago to see how my rehab was coming along. What was still up in the air is if I’m actually getting on the plane. I’ve been working so hard to be ready for the cup as it could be my last but I still haven’t been fit enough to train properly and the season ended without any minutes under my belt for a few months now. I’m nervous. I so desperately want to be on that plane, I want to take (y/n) to another country to watch me play, I want to be surrounded by my friends all summer. Now if this bloody knee could start cooperating that would be great please!

“Millie, can you see for a minute please?” the words of the lead physio echoed through the empty room and interrupted my negative thought spiral. Pulling myself up off the bench and into the office, I felt like I was a naughty school kid going into the headmaster’s office. “So, I know you’ve been talking with Sarina about making the World Cup and you’re worried about being ready in time. You’ve been working really hard on your rehab and I’m happy to tell you that you’re clear. You’ll be on the plane.” The words I’d been longing to hear didn’t sink in, just bounced off my ears and around the room until it hit me. A very delayed celebration came in the form of jumping into the air and screaming, slightly crying but extremely elated. “Thank you so much!” hugging my physio who’s done absolutely everything for me to get to this point, “you’re free to go” he said with a huge smile on his face.

Throwing my bags into the car and leaving the crutches behind - I need to get home, I need to tell (y/n). Glancing at the time, I think I should just about make it home for the announcement.

Your perspective:

“Mum’s late isn’t she?” petting the dogs on the sofa and glancing at your phone to see no new messages. Millie should be home by now and you were starting to get worried as you set YouTube up ready for Sarina’s press conference. It’s unusual not to hear from her in so long and she always texts you when she’s on her way home, maybe she’s been held up at the office. Flicking through your phone until 2pm came and your social medias were flooded with the squad sheet. There she was, your girlfriend’s name in black and white. You had no doubt that she’d be called up, it’s whether she actually makes it there that worries you. Nevertheless, you’d started packing for your trip abroad anyway. Millie always takes the mick out of your over preparation for holidays - starting to pack months in advance of the impending trip but you always remind her that she’s the one that forgets everything by doing it last minute. Sending your congratulations to the girls who also got called up, Sarina’s voice broke the silence in the lounge as all of your attention turned to the TV.

First question - are Millie and Lucy fit to play? Her answer vague yet a positive one. Listening intently to the rest of the interview until something made you rewind to play it again. ‘Did I hear that correctly? Millie being announced as captain? Oh my god, I did! Millie’s captain! My girlfriend’s the captain!’ Your mind racing with no one there to celebrate with apart from the dogs “did you hear that guys? Mummy’s the captain!” you stroked them excitedly as they climbed on top of you with their tails wagging. You barely listened to the rest of the conference just wondering where the hell your girlfriend had got to, has she heard the news? Did she already know and not tell you? Your phone calls didn’t connect as you started to get worried but you didn’t need to as soon after your third unanswered call you heard the familiar hum of her car pull up on the driveway.

Launching the dogs off the blanket as you ran to the front door and flying it open with excitement. The dogs ran out to the car, tails wagging and jumping up at your beautiful girlfriend exiting the vehicle. “Hey skipper” you winked as she approached you, met with a puzzled expression as she leant down to kiss you. “What are you talking about?” Omg, she doesn’t know! “You’re the captain! Sarina just announced you as captain!” your voice high and loud as you grabbed the remote to rewind the interview. Turning the sound up you let it play out, watching the news sink in on her face as her jaw dropped. “I’m so proud of you!” wrapping her arms around her neck watching her mouth turn from shock to pure happiness. Millie squeezed her arms around your waist as she picked you up off the floor “woah, watch your knee!” yelling and slapping her shoulder to put you down. Looking into your eyes she said the words - “I got the all clear, we’re getting on that plane baby”.

[trash-monkey]

What The Hell Is This Mess!!

Chapter 6

"We have decided to take your offer." Draken spoke after we returned to the chiefs office which before we left our temporary room that Kesor got a notification that we can't deny this main quest, Kesor stay in our room to nap.

"Thank you" We can see the relief and hope in in the chiefs eyes at our agreement, he pulls out three hiring contracts from within his desk for us to sign. Hanma takes one to read all the details and even the fine print safety message, the usual stuff about possible injury, dangers and death.

"Everything looks to be inorder." Hanma gives us the light that it's alright to sign the contracts and one by one we sign our own contract with a black feathered quill we passed around.

"When is the caravan leaving?" Sanzu speaks up this time.

"Tomorrow." The Chief pulls out a small wool stringed bag that clinks when sit on the desk.

"This is mine along with the towns thanks and gratitude for what you have done, bringing the girl back and burying our fallen." He scoot the bag to us across the desk which Sanzu grabs and open which he counts 30 gold piece, 10 for each person which we said our thanks before excusing ourselves to pack.

"Sanzu and Hanma go see what they have in the store, I'll get our packs ready to go." Draken said as Sanzu hands Hanma his gold while he keeps Draken's so if he sees something for Draken he can get it, with a nod at that plan they separate. The two steps into one of the very few shops in Bear's Foot and the scent of leather hits the two in the face before seeing that the shop sells mostly leather items but there are a few shiny weapons laying around for sale and after a look around we did find a few things for us. Sanzu found a belted wrist bracers with a knife sheath which comes with the small knife, lather dagger sheath with a 45 degree angle which sits on the back of the hips, and a short blade Katana, the two found leather bracers with iron plating on the and a triple one leg pocket grip belt for Draken, Hanma found himself some lather bracers also and a leather quiver with 25 wooden arrows.

'This leaves us all together 10 gold pieces which Draken and Hanma does need more appropriate traveling attire, well mostly Hanma needs it'

With this the two travel to a clothing shop which Hanma got himself a full simple traveling outfit that's similar to Sanzus current outfit just in different tones of purple and knee high boots, Hanma gets another set for Darken in different tones of blue along with boots also as Sanzu gets another set for himself in case of emergency.

'The three full set of outfits cost us 5 gold pieces which leaves us using the last 5 for food'

The two quickly got what they could with the last 5 gold pieces in food of Bear's Foot food market before heading back to the Chief house, which they can simply hunt if they need to.

"Once again we're penny less." Hanma simply comment to fill the silence as he and Draken change into their new clothes along with their newly bought things once the two return to their temporary room, although I couldn't help but admire their bodies while doing so.

'Damn, we're hot.'

I thought to myself with a laugh as Hanma runs a hand through his hair before helping Draken braid his hair as he just put it into a low ponytail after getting up this morning, suddenly there's knocking on our door.

"Breakfast ready!" Sanzu opens the door to see Yara standing there and tells her we'll be right down which quickly hurry before meeting the family at the dinner table, while eating the dinner we discuss the safety and details of the caravan.

"Thank you for the delicious dinner, Yara." Draken said as him and Hanma do dish wash duty.

"Thank but you make supper as I want see your cooking skills." Draken ask if she want us all to cook or one.

"You, you have cook hands! you hunt and pick for supper today for all, me watch over give tips." Yara gesture to Draken's hands before she points to Hanma when he came back for some for dirty dishes.

"Hanma, have hands for baking and me want him to today for supper also. Sanzu hands only for skinning animals and sewing, they steady and still, good for precision work."

"Thanks Yara, I'll get right on that." Draken smiles at her.

"Glade! Come here!" Yara yells for her son which he immediately comes at his mothers call, Glade is a teen that looks exactly like his father expect he's more thinner but with time he'll also be packing the muscles he's father has.

"Show him the food of nature, what to eat and not." Glade nods grabbing a sack or two before leading Draken into the forest to show him the ropes of a gather and how to step up traps.

Secret Quest, Completed!

Reward:

- Life of a gather skill level 1

- Trapper skill level 1

"Thanks Glade, you can return home now." Glade nods seeing that Draken want to try his skill on his own now after Draken quickly blink the notification away after giving it a quick glance.

"Kesor?" Draken hissed into the air knowing that she can hear him even when she's with Hanma and Sanzu, she pops into existence at the call knowing one of us will be calling after the notification.

"Secret Quest?" Draken questioned as he look closely at the plant in front of him.

"Your system gets random updates but you won't know it as Agnus likes being complicated like that, it's the chaos he craves." Kesor shrub her shoulders as she bounce in the air.

"Why didn't you tell me this?" Draken picks more herbs and other eatable things but since of the new gather skill his fingers has a easier time pickinvg, she just saids that she wasn't supposed to until now as she floats to the ground to stand on her feet next to Draken.

Back at the house Hanma is kneading dough in the kitchen while wearing Yaras light blue apron which is small on Hanma large frame as Yara is watching from the kitchen island, Ione looks exactly like her mother Yara and a year younger then her brother Glade as she teaches Sanzu how to sew while the youngest child Nox is playing outside with his friends. Hanma puts the dough into a bowl with a clean dish towel over and into the fridge to sit before getting started on making biscuits, by the time the biscuits is done and Hanma just had popped in the bread to bake in the oven Darken comes in with the two sacks filled and two rabbits.

"Ione, thank you for the lesson but I have a dinner to help with." She nods in understanding and smile at me as she continue on with her pattern when I set the one I'm working in the chair I've been sitting in, I have a feeling she's developing a crush on Sanzu. Draken hands the two rabbits over to Sanzu to skin which he takes into the backyard which Yara immediately followings to see how his skinning work is, Draken works on cleaning and cutting everything he picked to cook.

"You don't open this particular fruit like that." Ione hand lays gently over Draken's own hand that is holding the knife which she gently takes from him and show him how to do it properly.

"If you opened it the way you was going to you'll mostly only get seeds." She glances up at Draken before continuing showing me how to open the fruit but I know what's she's doing she's trying her best to attach herself to one of us, any of us that is willing take her.

'She must be desperate to get love that isn't friends or family, she must have been turned down by her crush or something.'

"Thanks." That is all Draken said to her as to not want to give her any false hope that there might be something between them, she give Draken a awkward smile before slowly walking away right as Sanzu comes in with two cleaned skinned rabbits and bloody hands.

Secret Quest, Completed!

Reward:

- Life of a skinner skill level 1

"He good but not great, with time he will be great in skinning animals." Yara comments as Sanzu hands over the two rabbits to Draken before washing his hands and the knife, once he sure all the blood is completely gone he goes back to his pattern in the living room and isn't surprised when seeing Ione is missing from her chair.

'that must have stung but it needed to happen, she must be in her room sulking'

"Yara, did Ione get rejected?" Draken ask as he prepare to start cooking rabbit stew with bread and biscuits as a side, Yara and Hanma sits at the kitchen island which Hanma checks the bread every so often.

"She has crush on this boy, Pierre. He is framer boy like his dad but don't know if she told him about her feelings, why you ask?" Draken sighed.

"You're going have to talk to her, she's trying to attach to one of us, anyone that is willing to give her love that isn't friends or family, to her it doesn't matter about age and that dangerous." Draken tells bluntly as Yara needs to know before something bad happens to Ione, Yara bows her head in thought.

"Thank you for telling." She says before pushing me aside take over the cooking at seeing Draken cluelessness on how to insert one of the rabbits into the stew .

"Watch closely." She shows me how to cut the meat off the bones and into the stew that's filled with edible plants Draken picked earlier with Glades help.

Secret Quest, Completed!

Reward:

- Baker skill level 1

The notification pops up right as Hanma sit the finish baked bread onto the kitchen island to cool off which Yara takes a taste test of along with the biscuits.

"Bread hard but will get better with practice and biscuits good on first try." She gesture to the biscuits will be for supper as the side, Draken pops the last rabbit into the oven to bake. While that bakes Yara moves around the kitchen to cook a little more for supper to actually fill eight people.

"Only you three eat this for supper, if eat all then you three can eat good everyday by own hands." Yara is a mother after all so she worries about the people she cares for which I can see she had come to care for us too even if it's only been a few days we've been staying in her home. We set the table once everything is cooked and bring all the food onto the dinning table.

"They made baked rabbit, rabbit stew, and biscuits! Draken picked and trapped, Hanma baked, and Sanzu skinned rabbits! Can cook for themselves when traveling!" Yara sounds proud as she tells the chief about our achievements like we're their own kids.

"It's all thanks to you, Yara." Yara hears the words Hanma didn't say and nods at us.

"You all fast learners." Yara smiles bright at us.

"You taste test their cooking?" Yara ask her husband while gesturing to our food which he nods.

"Although I put most of the stew together, Yara showed me how to need the rabbit in." Draken sip at his cup of water since him and the other two denied the offered liquor, not knowing how these three bodies can even handle it.

"I'm begging you...." Hanma sings softly as he undos Draken's braid as the two sits on the bed already changed into their borrowed PJs, Sanzu is currently changing into his.

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[msmercury84]

Chapter 4: "Meeting the Family in South Philadelphia, Part 1

*This is for Bobweek2023 Day 7 Free Choice*

*Author's Note: The incident involving learning to drive in a field actually happened. I drove an ancient Chevy Malibu. According to the book Bill Guarnere wrote with Babe Heffron, Guarnere was nicknamed "Billy Baby" by his siblings. The information about Henry Guarnere and his nickname also cane from the book written by Bill and Babe. Bill's sisters' names were Teresa, Julia and Maria. This information came from a U.S. Census report. The picture of the house that's posted with this story was the actual home of the Guarnere family, 17 S.Chadwick Street.*

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Bill and Leigh attended the party at the Fort Benning NCO Club to celebrate the men of Easy Company getting their jump wings. They left the party early due to the fact that they were going on a trip. As he walked her back to the women's barracks, Guarnere told Spencer,

"I'll be back in about a half hour to pick ya up. Colonel Sink is gettin' somebody to drive us to the train station. See ya soon, Baby." They were taking the midnight train to Philadelphia. A fourteen hour ride lay ahead for Bill and Leigh. Guarnere had a 10 day leave after earning his jump wings and Spencer had secured a leave for the same amount of time thanks to Colonel Sink.

He noted that Leigh had taken only one weekend pass since she arrived at Camp Toccoa. After contacting the WAAC office in Iowa and providing a glowing assessment of her job performance plus the fact that she hadn't used the majority of the time off that was earned, she was cleared by the WAACs to go.

Spencer was headed to South Philadelphia to meet Bill's parents and his three sisters. Teresa Guarnere still lived at home and the other sisters, Maria and Julia were married. They would be dropping by at some point in the afternoon. After a few days with the Guarnere family, Bill and Leigh would also visit Spencer's parents in Athens, Ohio. Both families planned to have holiday dinners later than usual.

The delay was due to Guarnere having to complete the training required to earn his highly coveted jump wings and for Spencer to get her leave approved. Leigh looked forward to meeting Bill's family and seeing his beloved South Philly, but nagging doubts had kept her awake the night before and she was exhausted. Leigh thought,

"What if Bill's parents disapprove of me because I'm not Italian?" What if his parents simply don't like me?" "What if my irrepressible mouth works overtime and I say something stupid or offensive?" She tried to banish her worries and focus on getting a shower and getting dressed. Spencer assembled everything she would need for a shower plus a clean uniform, a clean bra and clean panties.

Ten minutes later, she exited the shower and put on her panties, bra, girdle, garter belt, stockings, slip, her WAAC dress uniform and her shoes. Before putting on the cap matching her uniform, Leigh briskly dried her hair with a towel and combed it.

She decided to let her hair hang down as opposed to wearing it up in the style demanded by Army and WAAC regulations while she was working in the office.Spencer used a light touch of mascara and an eyebrow pencil. She lightly powdered her face using the powder and applicator in her compact and applied her lipstick.

Spencer ensured that all necessary toiletries went into a small bag with a zipper. The bag was added to a suitcase containing an inexpensive nightgown, bathrobe, slippers, two complete uniforms, three skirts and sweaters and four day dresses that she had purchased in a nearby town on her last weekend pass.

She bought a navy blue dress with a white collar navy blue shoes and black open toed pumps that would suffice for a night out or for Mass. Spencer carefully packed a white lace scarf that belonged to her great grandmother to wear and her rosary beads in the event everyone went to church.

Leigh also included a small package for Bill. She had written to her mother, requesting that she send the gold St. Michael medal that had belonged to her great- grandfather Spencer. Leigh hadn't been dating Guarnere exclusively for a long time, but she wanted him to have some divine protection when he went to war.

She decided to wear the pearl necklace she received from her grandparents as a high school graduation gift. Regulations demanded that WAACs have their blouses buttoned to the top button and their small necktie over the blouse. Her string of pearls was the perfect length to drape over her neck tie.

Leigh double checked to ensure that everything she needed was packed and zipped her suitcase shut. Her friend Sue's boyfriend worked in the mess hall. He got permission to make ham and cheese sandwiches, a few pieces of fried chicken, some chocolate chip cookies and two thermoses of black coffee for Bill and Leigh. The items plus some napkins went into a bag that could be taken aboard the train.Melissa, who was escorted home by Bull Randleman, entered the barracks. She noticed that Leigh was on edge,

"You're as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. No need to get upset, Leigh. Bill's folks will be crazy about you. Just be yourself and have a good time." She hugged Spencer.

" I hope you're right, Melissa. " Adams thought for a moment, answering,

"Now that I think about it, I would probably feel the same way if I was going to meet Denver's parents. Anyhow, they can't help but like you because you're a sweetie." She hugged Leigh.

"Have a good time."

Soon, she heard the sound of a jeep pulling up in front of the barracks. Spencer attempted to pick up her suitcase and realized that she would have to push or drag it outside. Bill walked in and saw her struggling with the suitcase.

"Sweetheart, let me get that (he pronounced the word as 'dat') for ya. I'll take it to the jeep."

"Thanks, Bill. I didn't think it would be that heavy." She put the strap of her purse over her shoulder.

"After you, Baby" standing aside to let her exit the building first. They walked outside. He loaded her suitcase into the back of the jeep with his garment bag and duffel bag. Guarnere insisted that Spencer should sit beside the driver as he got into the crowded back seat of the jeep.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the train station. The driver and Guarnere got the luggage out of the jeep and onto the platform in front of the station. A porter brought a cart and added their luggage to a small pile of items already on the cart. He asked Bill,

"Young man, are you waiting for the midnight train to Philadelphia" When Guarnere confirmed that he and Leigh were going on that train, the porter promised that he would ensure their belongings got on board. The distant sound of a train whistle prompted the porter to check his watch.

"She's coming in right on time. I hope you and the lady have a safe trip." Bill and Leigh thanked the porter. Soon, the train pulled up to the platform. Spencer could tell that Bill was happy to be going home.

The porter loaded all of the luggage aboard another car on the train. Guarnere climbed aboard, holding Spencer's hand to ensure that she didn't fall as she climbed the steps and entered the passenger car.

They found a seat in the middle of the passenger car. Leigh was surprised by the number of passengers already aboard, most of them in Army uniforms.She assumed they had been picked up at depots from various military camps.

Bill brought the bag of food and coffee, placing it on the empty seat facing them and made sure Leigh was seated first before taking his seat. Guarnere put his arm around her shoulders as the train slowly pulled away from the station.The train soon picked up speed.

He noticed that Leigh was very quiet.

"Are ya feelin' OK, Baby?"

"Yes, I'm just tired. Truth be told, I didn't sleep very well."

"You must have been excited about our trip."

"I'm excited, Bill, but I hate to admit why I didn't sleep. I'm worried that your parents won't approve of me. What if my irrepressible mouth gets me into trouble by saying something stupid? " Guarnere reassured her,

"Sweetheart, you're gettin' all upset over nothin'. I promise ya, Ma and Pop will be crazy about you! I've told them about you in letters I sent home and they can't wait to meet ya. Matter o' fact, I wrote to my ma on the day I met ya."

"Please tell me that you didn't tell her about the incident involving the soldier from Dog Company." Bill chuckled,

"That's the first thing I mentioned. Baby, they both think ya done the right thing to that chump. Ma and Pop don't judge people. Pop is more old fashioned 'cause he came here directly from Italy, but he will welcome ya wit' open arms.

The same thing goes for my sisters.I'm just sorry that my brother Henry won't get to meet ya. He's trainin' to be a medic. They're gettin' ready to ship him somewhere overseas. You'd like him. He's a lot like me, except he's a couple o' years older an' I'm better lookin'."

Guarnere smirked. Leigh giggled at Bill's comment. He went on to say,

"I always tagged along wit' him when I was growin' up. We'd play baseball or cards together. Speakin' o' baseball, Dunk is baseball crazy. He keeps a scrapbook o' all the teams and the games."

"How did he wind up with that nickname?" Guarnere smiled,

"He almost always dunks whatever he eats in coffee or milk before he eats it. When we got older, we even chased after broads together." Spencer laughed,

"So, you're telling me you've been chasing after women from a tender age?" Bill laughed,

"Yes, ya sassy dame. I started out chasin' broads from the time I was able to walk. I'm just havin' fun wit' ya, Baby. " He winked at Leigh. She laughed at his remarks,

"You handsome smart ass! What am I going to do with you?" Guarnere seized the opportunity to smirk and tell her,

"You can do anythin' ya want wit' me, Sweetheart." Spencer laughed at his reply.

"Is that a promise?" Bill chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose.

"It's a guarantee, Baby. I'll let ya in on a little secret, I ain't never brought a girl home to meet my folks before."

"Seriously?"

"Honest to God, Baby. This is somethin' new for me. I ain't nervous about it. No reason for you to feel nervous, either. My sisters will like ya, too. They've already asked about a thousand questions, wantin' to know more about ya."

"I'm looking forward to meeting everyone. I'm also looking forward to sampling your mom's cooking."

"You're gettin' a special treat. This usually happens on Christmas Eve, but Ma waited until now so we wouldn't miss the feast. It's called the Feast o' the Seven Fishes.

Ma cooks seven different dishes. All kinds o' seafood. My God, Leigh, she goes all out. It can be soup, pasta, cooked fish or shrimp, clams, oysters, anythin'! I promise ya won't have a more delicious meal in your life."

"Sounds like I should have bought the next size up in clothes."

"You've got that right, Baby! Ma will probably think we both look skinny.Over the next several hours, Bill and Leigh napped, ate or talked.

The train arrived at the station in Philadelphia at 2 p.m. The day was overcast and chilly. Once their luggage had been unloaded by a porter, Guarnere carried it out to the sidewalk in front of the station. He soon hailed a taxi.

The driver helped Bill get everything loaded into the trunk. Guarnere held the door open in the back of the cab and Leigh entered, sliding over so Bill could sit beside her.

He gave the driver the address and they started toward South Philadelphia. The driver asked Guarnere,

" Are you visiting your folks on leave, Son?" Bill smiled,

"Yes, Sir. I'm takin' my girl to meet my folks, too."

"It's good to see young people serving our country. I hope you and your young lady have a good time." Bill and Leigh thanked the driver. Spencer looked out of the taxi's window, in awe of the size of the city.

Twenty minutes later, the cab turned onto a street lined with row houses. Bill had a big smile on his face as he told Leigh,

"This is where I grew up, Sweetheart. All o' these buildins are the row houses I told ya about."

"This looks like a nice place to live." The cab driver pulled up to a row house that was clad in light brown bricks. He told Bill the fare price and Guarnere paid it. The driver opened the trunk of the car and Bill got their luggage out, carrying everything to the sidewalk.

A woman with bobbed dark hair, brown eyes and a slender figure pulled back a lace curtain panel when she heard the sound of a car stopping in front of the house. Teresa Guarnere went into the kitchen.

"Ma, Bill and his girl just got here in a cab." Both women wore floral print day dresses, stockings and black shoes. Augusta Guarnere was short with short salt and pepper hair and an ample figure. She also wore an apron over her dress.

Augusta opened the front door in time to see Bill holding hands with a young woman with nearly shoulder length curly brown hair, wearing a uniform. Bill hugged his mother,

"Ma, this is my girl, Leigh Spencer. Leigh, this is my ma, Augusta Guarnere. That's my sister, Teresa. Be right back, I need to get our bags. Augusta welcomed Leigh and the women went inside the house.¡ The living room had a polished hardwood floor, an oriental type of rug with an intricate tan and red pattern , a tan couch accented with small red pillows, two overstuffed tan chairs across from the couch, a wooden rocking chair with a red cushion and an overstuffed red chair by the rocking chair.

Wallpaper with a tan background and small red flowers covered the living room walls. A highly polished coffee table sat between the couch and the two overstuffed chairs.

Family pictures hung on the walls and were prominently displayed on a wooden stand with three shelves. A radio sat atop a cabinet. Spencer removed her WAAC cap, placing it on the arm of the couch.

" Would you like some fresh coffee and some cookies, Leigh." Spencer thought that sounded great. Mrs. Guarnere went into the kitchen. Teresa got up to help her mother.

Augusta soon returned with a tray of thin, intricately decorated cookies. Teresa brought in another tray holding four cups of coffee, a small pitcher of cream and a sugar bowl.

Augusta asked Leigh,

"How do ya take your coffee, Sweetie?"

"I take it black, no sugar or cream, Mrs. Guarnere. Those cookies are beautiful! How did you get all of those pretty designs into them?"

Augusta grinned,

"These are pizzelles. I make 'em with somethin' called a pizzelle maker. It's kinda like a waffle iron. Give one a try, they have vanilla and anise flavoring." Spencer bit into the crisp cookie. It had a flavor that reminded her of licorice.

"Mrs. Guarnere, it's delicious! I've never had anything like this before."

"Thanks, Leigh. They're one of Billy's favorites. Just watch him. When he comes in, he'll probably drop everything by the front door an'

head straight for these cookies." As if he was appearing on cue,the front door opened. Bill entered the house and spotted the coffee and the tray of cookies.

Guarnere put the luggage down just inside the door. He made a bee line for the tray. The women looked at one another and laughed.

"Pizzelles. Ma, it's been too damn long since I've had some o'these." He grabbed a couple of cookies.

"Sweetheart, have ya tried the cookies?"

"Yes, they're fantastic! " Mrs. Guarnere asked,

"Would you please take your bags upstairs? Leigh will be sharing a room wit' Teresa. You can have fresh coffee an' the cookies after that."

"The pizzelles taste great, Ma. Thanks for makin' 'em." Guarnere retrieved the bags and went upstairs. He put Leigh's suitcase in his sister's room and went to drop off both his garment and duffel bags in his old bedroom.

"Bill told me that you're having the Feast of the Seven Fishes tonight. That would take a lot of work. Is there anything I can do to help you with supper?"

"Thanks for your offer, Sweetie, but everything's under control."

"Then I'm helping with the dishes. It's the least I can do after you've gone to all the trouble of preparing the feast. You and Teresa deserve to sit down and relax after supper."

Augusta laughed,

"Kinda stubborn, ain't ya? OK, Leigh, you got yourself a deal." Leigh giggled at the remark about being stubborn.

"Some would say that 'kinda stubborn' is an understatement." Teresa Guarnere and her mother laughed at Leigh's statement. Bill walked downstairs and into the living room. He took three cookies and a cup of coffee before sitting beside Spencer on the couch.

Augusta told Spencer,

"Make yourself at home, Sweetie. You don't have to wait for me to ask if ya want more coffee or pizzelles."

"Thanks. I'll take you up on that offer. May I have the recipe for the cookies before we leave?" Leigh got two more cookies and another cup of coffee.

"Absolutely. I'm glad you enjoy the pizzelles. If you don't have a place that sells pizzelle makers where ya come from, I'll be glad to give you an extra one I have here."

"Ma'am, I insist on paying for the pizzelle maker. It wouldn't be right for me to just take it. I appreciate getting the recipe for the cookies, too."

"You don't have to pay a penny for that pizzelle maker. It's real old, but it works fine." Spencer thanked her,

"I appreciate the gift and I can use it in the barracks. The other girls have hot plates, so this wouldn't be a problem. That way, I can make some pizzelles for Bill and use your recipe." Bill told her,

"I like the sound o' that idea, Sweetheart." Mrs. Guarnere was impressed that Leigh wanted to make cookies for Bill. Teresa asked Leigh,

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from Athens, Ohio. It's a small town in the southeastern part of the state." Augusta asked,

"What does it look like where ya live? We've only known city life."

"Athens is nestled in the hills. There are hills of all sizes. Some of the out of towners, the college students who attend Ohio University, call the hills mountains more often than not.

The surrounding areas are mostly rural. My mom's parents have farm not too far from where I grew up. My grandpa has cattle and chickens. He has a big garden where he grows all sorts of vegetables and strawberries. Believe it or not, I've driven a tractor and I'm not a bad tractor driver if I do say so myself.

My grandpa also taught me how to drive a car. He drove his Model T into a field by his house. Before the driving lesson began, he got his dog to ride in the car with us so I didn't accidentally run over him.

Once I learned how to use the gas pedal and the clutch without making the car lurch foward, it was time to work on the brakes and steering. He had me drive in a big circle. I was supposed to keep the car in the same tracks I made in the tall grass.

Everything went well, although one of the neighbors called my grandma, telling her that something was wrong with my grandpa. The neighbor offered to take him to the doctor to get him examined. When my grandma asked why the neighbor thought my grandpa was unwell, he told her,

'I've been watching John. He has his car in the field and he's driving around and around in a circle.' When my grandma explained what was going on, we all had a good laugh about that." Bill, his mother and his sisters were laughing at the end of Spencer's story.

Bill was pleased that Leigh was getting along well with his sister and his mother. Augusta got up and got a picture from a nearby shelf. He asked her,

"Ma, please don't show Leigh that picture! " Teresa laughed and Augusta said,

"It's a sweet picture of you." She walked around the table to stand by Spencer. Leigh looked at the picture. A baby with dark eyes and dark hair was lying on a small rug.

"This is Billy when he was about six months old."

"How adorable! He was born handsome."

"Billy probably doesn't want ya to see it because his little bottom is showin' in the picture. That's the way people took baby pictures back then. Yes, he was a handsome baby."

"Bill, it's a sweet picture of you. There's no reason to be embarrassed. I say this knowing that you will undoubtedly see a very similar picture of me as a baby."

"Your little bottom probably looks cute in the picture. It ain't right for a man to be displayed like that." Teresa said,

"You weren't a man when that picture was taken, baby brother." Augusta chuckled at Teresa's comment and excused herself to check on the progress of the food cooking in the kitchen.

Teresa offered to show Leigh where her room was located and Spencer went upstairs to unpack and get settled in. Julia and Maria arrived. Both women were of average height and they wore their hair in the popular Victory Roll hairstyle.

Maria's figure was slightly fuller than that of her younger sister. She had a few strands of grey in her hair. Both women wore day dresses, red lipstick, stockings and black shoes. After welcoming Bill back with hugs, they were eager to meet Leigh.

Maria decided to tease her little brother.

"How did your girl get into the WAACs?"

"What are ya talkin' about?"

"I didn't know they let blind girls in. She'd have to be blind to fall for my ugly little brother." Maria giggled and messed up Bill's hair. Guarnere smoothed his hair down, smirking,

"You're charmin' as usual , Maria." Meanwhile, Leigh had unpacked and hung her clothing the closet. She removed her shoes, placing them in the closet. Spencer put her cap on the dresser.

Downstairs, Julia took her turn at teasing Bill.

"C'mon, admit it. You ain't got a girl. How much did you pay some woman to pretend to be your sweetheart?" Guarnere scowled at her.

"That ain't funny, Julia. Leigh sure as hell ain't a call girl!"

"Sorry, little brother. I was just kiddin' around." Bill accepted her apology.

"I know you're teasin' me. No more wise ass remarks about my girl, OK?" Julia agreed to behave.

Upstairs, Leigh put on her red sweater, her charcoal gray skirt and her high heeled charcoal gray open toe pumps. She got her hair brush out of her purse and fixed her hair. Then, she applied powder to her face and touched up her lipstick. Spencer headed downstairs.

Bill heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around, looking at Leigh as she descended the stairs. He was smiling and the look on his face prompted Maria to remark to Julia in a whisper,

"Will ya look at him? He's got it bad."

"Our baby brother is crazy for her. Nice lookin' girl, too." Bill took Leigh's hand and walked to where his sisters stood.

"Leigh, I'd like ya to meet Julia an' Maria." Spencer shook hands with both women.

"It's nice to meet you." Julia remarked, with a smirk identical to her brother's,

"It's nice to meet you, too. Billy Baby has been tellin' us about you." Bill cringed at the mention of his nickname.

"Julia, for God's sake..." Maria laughed at his reaction. Leigh was trying her best not to laugh at him, and she repeated the nickname with a gleam of mischief in her eyes, raising her eyebrows,

"Billy Baby?"Julia joined in the laughter, explaining to Spencer,

"That's what we called him when he was little, and the name kinda stuck around. He's the baby in the family."

"It's a cute nickname," adding,

"Bill, I promise not to let anyone at Fort Benning know about this." Spencer was surprised to see that Bill was blushing a little bit. Bill and Leigh sat on a couch in the living room and the sisters sat on the chairs facing the couch.

The front door opened and Joseph Guarnere entered the room. He embraced his daughters and walked over to Bill, shaking his hand. Bill held his hand out to Leigh, helping her up from the couch,

"This is my pop, Joseph Guarnere. Pop, this is my girl, Leigh Spencer." The elder Guarnere shook Spencer's hand, welcoming her to his home.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir." Augusta Guarnere heard her husband's voice and came into the living room, kissing his cheek as he embraced her.

Bill, Leigh and his sisters returned to the couch and chairs. Mrs. Guarnere sat in the rocking chair and Mr. Guarnere sat in a big, overstuffed chair. Augusta said,

" Now that we're all here Billy can tell you how he met Leigh. It's a good story." Guarnere held Spencer's hand as he told them,

"Let me educate ya. We met at Camp Toccoa in Georgia. Leigh got there a little while after it opened. She works in the main office for Colonel Sink. One day, I was out walkin', trainin' was over for the day an' I saw this guy grab the ass o' this pretty WAAC. I headed over to see if she needed any help an' I wanted to set that guy straight. That was no way to treat a lady." Augusta and Joseph nodded their heads approvingly as Bill continued,

"Before I got there, Leigh told the guy his boot was untied to get him to bend over. He was bendin' over an' before he could do anythin' else, bingada, bangada, boomada, she gives him a swift kick in the ass!" The Guarnere family and Spencer laughed. Bill added,

"That ain't all, Leigh yells at him,

"If you ever do that again, I'll put this shoe so far up your ass that you'll have to have it surgically removed!"

Joseph asked his wife to translate. Once he heard what happened, the elder Guarnere told Leigh,

"Brava! You are a smart girl."

"Thank you, Sir. I was concerned that I would make a bad impression after I found out Bill wrote a letter to you about this event on the day it happened." Augusta reassured her,

"You done the right thing, Sweetie. Like I told Billy, a girl has to put her foot down when men act like pigs." Bill couldn't resist adding as he winked at Leigh,

"She put her foot down far enough to kick him." This remark prompted more laughter. Julia told her brother,

"You better behave yourself, Billy Baby. Leigh can kick ass and take names." Maria remarked,

"Good for you, Leigh. I'm proud of ya." Bill kissed Spencer's cheek,

"I'm proud of ya, too. I was proud of ya when it happened. I learned my girl can think for herself." Leigh smiled at her boyfriend. Teresa said,

"I bet that guy won't try that stuff again." Bill decided to continue his story,

"She must have built up a good head o' steam, because she wheeled around and ran inta me. I asked if she needed help gettin' rid o' the guy an' she said that she wanted him to leave her alone.

Well, the son of a bitch looked shocked, an' he was still down on the ground. I told him to get the hell outta there before she gave him a kick where it would really hurt. He didn't waste time haulin' his ass outta there.

It all kinda started from there."

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GOODNIGHT ‘N GO. | K.TAKAMI.

ʚ♡ɞ SYNOPSIS: with street life in the city bustling below, you often find that your sleepless, late and mundane nights are best spent in the arms of a certain winged pro hero. 

ʚ♡ɞ PAIRING: keigo takami x fem!reader.

ʚ♡ɞ WC: 4.2K.

ʚ♡ɞ RATED: mature, 18+, mdni.

ʚ♡ɞ GENRE: slice of life!au, pro hero!au, smut.

ʚ♡ɞ CW: please read ! soft smut, dom!hawks, oral sex ( male recieving ), breeding, restraints, light!cumplay, light!degredation, unprotected sex, mentions of reader being picked up.

ʚ♡ɞ A/N: good day my loves! i haven’t written for hawks in a while so this piece was really exciting and fun to write, i really enjoyed it! sorry for the delay! this fic was a lovely commission from @phantomrose54​ , who has been so kind as to allow me to post !! hope you like it !! <3

ʚ♡ɞ masterlist | requests | kofi

until him, your life had been mundane.

like any other human being, you followed the path of your existence diligently​​— all the risks you’d ever taken, all the little trips off of the winding road of life had been left behind in wild college days, where your best friends had been a pack of ramen and the stash of vodka you kept hidden underneath your dorm-mate’s bed. these days, there are no more late nights in the depths of the city, kissing strangers who didn’t bother to tell you their name before turning up late to your shitty part-time job the next day with a splitting headache and then an earful from your boss. you didn’t live like that, not anymore.

because now, you’re an adult.

a few months shy of graduating, alone in the big city with a job paying big bucks from men who thought you were too pretty to know what you were doing—working hours fitting inside the squares of nine to five, that sometimes pushed you over the edge to meet deadlines and make extra cash from sleep depriving overtime to pay rent on your fancy up-market apartment. it had been a gift from your loving parents, the one’s so proud to have seen you fix up from rebellious stages and leave their nest with a top office job underneath your belt. except, it wasn't much of a gift when you were paying ridiculous bills for upkeep— the only good thing about the damn place was the fact that rent was so expensive that you could turn your back on the ridiculous meal plans your mother sent you every week and indulge in the comfort of the cup ramen from back in your college days.

so yeah, your life had been mundane, until you met him.

he was a flash of colour, in forms of golden streaks and ruby crushed gems against the grayscale of your monday mornings and lonely friday nights. keigo takami was too bright for you, loud as he filled the space in the apartment next door to yours— car as shiny as his personality and charming smile with rows of white teeth.

before knowing him, you had hated living next to a man with so much vibrancy bleeding into your life—a million shades of red grabbing you in a choke hold and making you drown. everything about your neighbour irked you, there were nights in which the sleep you’d already lost was pulled from your trying grip because of how noisy he could be— clattering through his balcony windows at only god knows what hours, sometimes right up until your alarms started blaring, screaming at you to pull yourself out of bed and head back to your routine job. just passing him in the halls on the way out for work would upset the blank canvas of your days, only to be painted with the black artificial inks used for your virtual finance reports and not his offensive chicken scratch ink, surely written up by his feathers. it made you duck your head whenever keigo would say hi, make you sit straight faced through his corny jokes while you both unlocked your apartment doors.

all of this was just another step in your routine until the night you got locked out of your apartment—keys left on your entryway table, from the rush to get to work that morning. your evening had ended horribly too, your date standing you up and leaving you defenceless to the cool winter rain. all you had wanted to do is crawl into bed and sleep away your sadness, but you were locked from the inside out and it was far too late to call maintenance at this point.

but hawks, keigo had been there—just getting in from work and using his front door for once, his tan jacket pulled up to his nose to keep in the warmth, adding a gentle red flush to his creamy cheeks.

his amber eyes had fallen on you with sweet sympathy, but from the good of his heart and despite how you’d treated him, keigo had let you into his home, swapped your soaked office clothes for a sweater of his and had you sit in his kitchen, making you tea that warmed your tired soul from the inside out. you remember this fondly, talking with the blonde for hours— anything and everything splayed out on your lips to make him smile and give you that laugh that ruffled his feathers and made his wings shaker happily behind him. there wasn’t a moment of silence between you, the air filled with dorky conversations and snorty giggles that the rest of the world would have never known could come from serious and grey old you.

“you’re a pro hero? the number two pro hero?” you’d gasped, slapping your hands down on his smooth marble counter, nearly knocking over your third cup of peppermint tea.

keigo chuckled, leaning over the other side of the counter to get a better look at you, fingers brushing against yours as he fixed your mug. he’d pretended not to notice the way you joled at his touch, lips curling into this beautiful smile, one you’d remember for all of forever. “you didn't know i was a pro hero? i thought that’s why you didn’t like me,” he whispered to you.

“it’s not that i didn't like you,” your next words were even quieter than his last, absent minded as you’d pulled at his pinky finger until you could intertwine your hands entirely. “ it was that i...i wasn't used to you. you’re so...bright,”

it was that same night that your lips had found his, tasting like the sugar at the end of a good cup of tea— burnt and earthy. you can’t even remember why you had kissed in the first place. maybe it was because keigo takami had given a new meaning, maybe it was because of his brightness, and how it had become a spot of normalcy in your usual grayscale canvas of life. whatever the reason was, it had led you to falling into expensive—high thread count sheets with feathers and wet kisses and possessive, almost loving guttural moans shed into the moonlight.

and although in the morning, hawks had left you with nothing but an empty bed, evidence on your body from the hours before and a racing mind that’d you had ruined everything— he came crashing back through the balcony windows like he always did, a thousand and one apologies spoken from between his canine teeth, a gentle smile wobbling on his lips as he’d held you close.

It seemed so long since then, since your little arrangement with hawks had begun—the one with no labels, where you’d lead your lives by day and turned to one another for comfort whenever the moon rose, making love to one another whenever and however you could. though recently, your midnight lover’s visits had become far and few, with his increasing workload from the commission bearing down heavy on his shoulders. villains ran as wild as your heart did these days, and of course keigo followed his own into the danger, leaving you alone to watch the moon.

a soft summer’s breeze whips at your shirt, pulling it up your thighs as your toes curl over the edge of your balcony— grounding you despite you being up so high. with keigo, being away on work, the small wisps of wind were almost reminiscent of the beat of his wings, pulling you back down to earth when work had gotten too stressful and he wasn’t there to calm you. after a sip of your tea, the kind keigo would always leave for you, your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the bright world move around you, the beeping of cars and their tires against the tarmac, the cheering of underpaid workers on the streets as they hit the town for a friday night of fun.

despite the music of city life bustling in your ears, you can still pick up the familiar swoop of brilliant vermillion wings as he lands on the railing of the balcony, bird-like and golden sun eyes honing in on you with softness woven into their sunshine flecks. you don’t need to open your eyes to know it's him, smile spreading against your sugar coated lips before you can even stop it. “you’ve been gone a while,” comes your voice, muted quickly by the eager press of keigo’s lips against your own.

he tastes of the city smog and cheap vending machine coffee, his gloved hands rough against your face as he tilts your head up to his. “‘m back aren’t i?” he barely manages to get out, sliding his tongue against the seam of your mouth. “you’re up late.”

“couldn’t sleep,” you mumble, fingers locking in sun kissed locks, mussing up their style.

“hm, my being away…” hawks grunts, hands dropping your face to rest on your hips, playing with the material of your shirt—his shirt and rubbing it against your soft skin, bare underneath. “you waiting f’me… did it keep you up?”

you shake your head, you’re always awake, your city never sleeps...even if you can’t without him. “you know how it goes,”

“then tonight, we should—” your late night lover pulls away from you slightly, making you simper with need— gripping onto the collars of his tan hero suit to keep his warm body close. he’s been gone for far too long, worked far too hard and you don’t think you can be without him again, not tonight.

your head shakes rapidly again, eyes gleaming under the glowing and neon city lights. “tonight, we barely have any time,” you sigh desperately, cutting hawks off. “i want to spend what’s left with you.”

his forehead falls lazily against yours, amber eyes locked away in bliss and his trickle of amused laughter slips into the little space between you. you watch keigo curiously, gaze darting across his relaxed face for a sign, for anything but then within seconds— heavy hands trained to kill but so skilled at many other things, land on the curve of your waist and grip the small of your back to yank you into a sun searing kiss, passionate enough to make you stumble and for you to wrap your arms around hawks’ neck to stabilize yourself.

the familiar routine of your bodies stumbling back into your apartment— your sanctuary away from the buzzing city— has your brain alight, the feeling of keigo’s lean body pressing against you has you willingly throwing yourself into deep shades of red you wouldn’t dare touch on your own, you can’t think of anything else as the winged hero licks deep into your mouth— sucking on your tongue, swallowing any moans you give him as if they fuel your desire for him in ways he can’t explain. bodies and tangled limbs tumble into your kitchen, coats and outerwear shed as your back meets a wall and keigo hikes your leg up high on his hip. you whimper wetly against his bruising fruity lips when his growing erection brushes against your clothed core. the slow movements of his hips have you feeling every inch of his girth deliciously even through the ridiculous bagginess of his hero costume.

“how d’ya want me, dove?” he breathes, laboured, into your mouth— the grip he has on your thigh starting to tremble with need, practically tugging you onto his hardening cock.

you gasp and gripe, veins flooding with all sorts of pheromones that activate your desire for the winged hero and your own hips slide down against his— creating the perfect friction between you both, “don’t care,” come your shaky words, eyes unfocused and skin buzzing at every point in which keigo’s fingertips touch.”just wan anythin’, all of you...tie me up, throw me down...anything you want keigo,” you plead, tongue heavy in your mouth as you babble mindlessly, it’s coated in saliva that you swap with keigo during sloppy kisses before the grinding stops and he’s carrying you right to your bedroom.

your tummy bristles with excitement, pussy so wet your panties stick to your slick folds and throbs with need when your back hits your plush bed. keigo looks like an angel with dark wings while he hangs above you, his blood red feathers spread wide and the glowing yellow of his eyes holding the narrowed obsidian slits staring at you with immense lust. you don’t dare move as his eyes track you, you feel like a lamb to a lion, a mouse to a bird of prey underneath him and hawks uses his flurrying feathers to pin you the bed— push up your shirt and tickle your blemished, soft tummy until your back arches.

“anythin’ i want, huh?” he growls like a wild beast, the sound sends talons of avarice after your trembling frame— neurons blasted with heavy doses of perverted yearning, your eyes are blown wide— doe like and to keigo, you appear the perfect picture of prey. “fuck, you really don’t care what i do to you, huh? just so long as i fuck you right,” he groans, pulling back from you to wrestle off his belt, the cool leather quickly forming a bind around your wrists.

you shake your head no, breathless and arching— craving for the winged hero to tear into you like a piece of meat. “gonna fuck your throat then, been missin’ how you take me for too long,” hawks decides then, clothes disappearing like the sun over the horizon when the moon takes over. he shuffles up your body then, and you watch with a pleading stare as his heavy cock slaps his chisled body— its bulbous head a shade of red angrier than his wings as it leaks thick globs of precum.

it’s so hot, so hard as keigo grinds his erect cock into the suppleness of your flesh, flushed with heat and primal urge to please him. tracks of silken white stain your skin with each drag of the hero's hips against the temple of your body— the one he would have spent time worshiping if he had all the time under the rising moon and gas burning stars, the ones up in the sky above.

the blonde shudders, wholly, completely to the point where his face twists in an angelic agony when your mouth falls open almost instinctively as his cockhead hits your chin, smearing his arousal across it—it’s almost like you’ve been waiting to taste him and you are, incredibly desperate to do so. your lips close around his top immediately, your eyes watering needily as the first drops of his precum invade your tongue, salty and sweet— so much like him.

hawks grabs the headboard, letting you work your tongue through his oozing slit, lapping at him with fiery greed hotter than the sun your plant orbited— one day to burn so bright that it might just consume the earth one day. that’s how much love, how much ungodly lust you hold for the hero above you. the one who lets you have your fun slobbering over his leaky dick, running your pink muscle over the forked vein on its underside— blue and forked and fat, practically bursting to flood your mouth with seed even though the night has only just begun.

you wonder if there are planets the colour of gold like his eyes, laced with hazardous, poisonous that makes you addicted— the way you are to him. are there planets lined with red the shade of keigo’s wings as they flap when he finally takes control— taunt hips drawing back languidly and pulling his tip from the sauna of your wet mouth before they thrust back to the hilt and fill you with everything that is keigo takami. he hits the back of your throat before you realise, throat expanding around him to accommodate for his weighty size, letting him pour down your throat like a waterfall.

“missed you, i missed this, the way you always take me so well. s’glad your throat re’members the way i feel— fuck darlin’, you take me so well,” keigo speaks gently, rushed words caught in the thick of his saliva as it drowns his tongue in his mouth. he looks down to you, setting your heart alight in your rib cage— eyes mirroring the galaxies forming in yours from the tears, tears that gather from how deep hawks’ cock crawls down your throat— filling you up with globs of his early seed as he fucks you raw, bulging in the base of your throat. you whine around him and keigo imagines this must be what stars sound like, their little chimes in tune with your sweet voice— dancing in the milky way as his balls slap against your chin.

they’re heavy with cum, it even dribbles from his aching tip and it ruins your mouth, your tongue and you don’t think you could ever have another man after being with keigo takami. your eyes say it, dark with wholly consuming gluttony and devoir— ‘cum f’me, for me, keigo,’ and with more pushes into your plush, slick mouth— he does. the hero cums while sloppy and lewd noises echo in your tiny bubble of time and space— a crude mix of spit and cum dripping down your precious, teary face. the cute little gasp you let out when he pulls back before painting your sweet obedient mouth with unbelievable amounts of his release. it’s so sticky, strings connecting your tongue to the roof of your mouth when he pulls out and allows you to show him the mess on your tongue.

you did all this, all of this for him with your hands writhing above your head— rubbed sore from the leather.

but you don’t even care that it hurts, you can’t seem to. not when you’re looking right into the eyes of the sun as hawks repays the favour, his body draped over yours and his fat girth pushing between your sticky folds— wet from the private view you’d gotten when his brows furrowed and eyes cross as he came in your mouth, smeared it against your lips.

“keigo,” you sigh at the intrusion of his swollen cock into your tight entrance, desperate to have him take you to the moon and rattle your entire body. it burns, blistering bright and enticing— all you want is for the hero above you to rock your world while he rocks his hips into yours, your sweet and doughy thighs locked around the small of his waist— heavy dick pressing into your eager creamy walls. “keigo please, please…”

“oh dove,” he says, wings spread out wide and large hands— only now you realise— ungloved, cup your face, thumbs brushing over your wet bottom lip before cascading down to your thighs— pushing them apart for a better view of him sinking into your abyss and becoming lost in the black hole of adoring your body. “you’re so needy, did you miss your man fuckin’ this pussy as much as he missed you?”

you nod, eyes watering once again— can it even rain in space? you ask yourself, every time the blunt tip of keigo’s dick hits pleasure points inside of you that only he can reach, drawing a line against your ribbed walls with his precum— gooey and oozing, squelching and nasty sounds echoing between your personal bubble of space. “mnn, god, missed you s’much, always miss you— hate when you’re gone—!” you gripe, raw moan curling in your throat as hawks fucks up into you, his cock snug and warm inside you.

he jams into your g-spot, bringing stars down to earth just for you to touch with your gentle fingertips— except your wrists are restrained by his thick black belt and the stars are way too out of reach.”yeah? you miss me so much, that you’re so loyal to this dick, huh? ‘m gonna ne the only one to fuck you—“ keigo pants, sweat on his brow from the heat of the sun, the growing ball of bright yellow lust clashing with the red of his wings. “no matter how long ‘m gone, you’re always gonna be mine.”

you become overwhelmed, not by the harmony of your moans together or the clap of his heavy breeders balls slapping against the curve of your ass but by hawks himself. the way he shines above you, his eyes roll and lips part in a silent o— you’re overwhelmed by him, the way he weaves in and out of your life, keigo has no permanent fixture to you— even if he sinks his talons into your plush flesh. and so, you wonder again for the second time that night if he takes the form of a gas planet— if the man driving his girth so deep inside you that it kisses your cervix, stretches out your gummy, viscous walls— is your jupiter, a planet made of gas that could fissile out whenever it pleased.

and then, you wonder if you’re just one of the many moons that's serving him.

keigo grunts through his teeth, lifting you by the hips and hooking your arms, though restrained, over his head until they hook around his neck. from here, he bounces you on his dick until you can’t breathe— there’s no oxygen in space, you remember, brain deprived and neurons buzzing with pleasure you didn’t even know existed in your own galaxy. tears line your eyes, clumped on your eyelashes like stars that had fallen from the sky just for keigo takami.

your insides are bruised as you hiccup, the winged hero freeing a hand from your waist to cup your pudgy and tear stained cheeks. “don’t cry, dove, just let me make you feel good,” he murmurs, lips against yours in the final seconds of your incoming high— he swipes a tongue over your swollen bottom lip, rolls his hips up into yours and drags his tip over sensitive spots that have you moaning to the moon and back. “‘m gonna cum,” he says heavily, lips on your neck— heated from the pants of his breath. “gonna fill you up with my cum, mark you up from the inside. keep you mine. make it so that no one else can fucking have you.”

the filthy words make you dizzy, have you spiralling through the abyss of time and space and you never ever want this night to end— because if he leaves again, it might break you and you might never come back down. you wish that you could freeze time and stay like this with him, swirling your hips in keigo’s lap— skin of your thighs slapping together wetly, juices staining your skin with a galactic shine— like the night sky on a clear day.

“want it, your cum— give it to me,” you chant, your breasts pressed against hawks’ sweaty chest— pebbled nipples brushing against one another and pulling more lewd moans from deep within your chest. the bed frame shakes beneath your joined bodies, adding to the nasty mix of skin slapping against skin. “please i need you,”

and maybe it’s the desperation in your voice or the neediness in your eyes, but as keigo lifts and drops you back down onto his erect cock— frothing at his base and pouring sweet nectar down his fat balls— he lets a hand slip over your clit, his fingers smooth from wearing gloves draw shapes, connecting stars and forming constellations against your clit until you cum so hard your body can’t take it. you squeal so loud, your body shakes so hard that you collapse a sweaty mewling mess in the number two hero’s arms. “i love you,” you mumble, lost in your mind as you gush all over keigo’s tummy— who’s not far behind. his hips jut upwards into yours, barely stalling when he unloads his hot seed deep inside your awaiting cunt, flooding your insides and painting you white— his wings flap aggressively as he cums and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen since the moon rose.

it’s only when the blazing ball of fire, the stars stop burning inside you and lining your eyes— when the gravity starts working again and you plummet back down to earth that you realise what you’ve said and done. keigo freezes.

suddenly you feel the coldness of space, you feel scared and want to pull away from the moon. you’re scared that he’s going to leave you, that you’ll have to deal with more sleepless nights and feeling alone. but then, hawks regains his breath, “i love you too,” collapsing with you in his arms into the sheets— pressing kisses to your cheeks, holding you closer than what seems possible. “i love you, dove, i do…and that’ll never change, i don’t want you to think otherwise…”

you can’t explain the warmth that takes over you, but it’s evident in the smile on your face as you hold him, brushing your fingers through golden sun rays in his hair. “so then, will you stay with me tonight?” you ask him, breathless and curious.

“for tonight and all the others after,” keigo nods, barely detectable in the shadows of your room but written in his amber eyes—visible due to the shining moon and city lights that slip through your curtains. “i’ll be here.”

and he does, he stays tangled with you in the sheets until the sun rises over you both— fast asleep in one another’s arms.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Dagger Squad Takes Universal Studios 🌎| Top Gun Maverick Headcanon

Link to my TGM masterlist

So I just got back from Universal Florida & had this idea so imma use that location instead of Hollywood cause I’m more familiar with Florida

Going to Universal Studios Orlando with the Dagger Squad would look like:

So like any amusement park, adults become children….and that’s exactly how you and the squad become when you walk through the entrance of Universal Studios Orlando Resort.

Y’all pitch in to stay at one of the resort hotels for a couple nights to get use out of both parks and not having to fork out $$ on an Uber by just taking advantage of the complementary bus/water taxi. You’ll room with at least two others and if Mav is with y’all he’s literally the dad. Expect him to hang on to your stuff if he’s not planning on going on a certain ride as the rest of y’all.

Mav also will be like, “does everyone have their tickets, wallet, phone, sunglasses, etc?” He & Bob are the ones packing extra water bottles to make sure everyone is hydrated.

Once y’all are in the City Walk either one of two things will happen: you all will collectively select a park to start together, or, split the squad up. For this scenario, y’all stay together and it is utter chaos. Fanboy is vlogging to his instagram story with Coyote shouting, “oh my God, it’s the Minions!!” When he sees the Minions ride but pouts at the almost 3 hour wait time.

The first thing y’all do is the 3D/4D Transformers for some nostalgia purposes and the guys are just freaking out by how cool the attraction is. Phoenix remains at the front of the line cause she’s in charge of relaying how many is in y’all’s party to the attendant. When y’all get on the ride (seat arrangements are you, Rooster, Phoenix & Bob in the front, payback Fanboy, Hangman & Coyote in the middle and Mav gets the back with a family of three beside him. But he doesn’t mind cause he gets to witness the entertainment that is the guys shouting at the sudden twists & spins), one would not think y’all are some of the greatest fighter pilots the world has seen, cause it’s like y’all are teenagers watching a horror movie.

Men In Black is a competition for all of you. Hangman’s all like, “get ready to taste defeat,” but ends up scoring second to last. Bob pulls out the win after hitting the 100,000 point bonus.

Expect Rooster to be dancing along with the Blues Brothers when they perform their show if you’re passing by it. He also has a dance-off with one of the construction show dancers which brought in a large crowd to witness.

The mummy was rated y’all’s best group picture for that day when you failed to mention it was an indoor coaster when they thought it was something else. The drop had Bob and Fanboy hanging onto each other screaming while you’re pointing to the camera with a big smile. Mav has it framed on his office wall back on base and in his garage.

ET was one for the child’s heart and when y’all had to give the names to the attendant for the passport you all gave your call signs. You never thought in a million years you’d hear ET’s voice say y/c/s, and the names of your fellow pilots but it was something to remember.

For lunch y’all got food at the food truck in the Simpsons land which was worth it. Of course it’s park food so expect a buck and coin but y’all were so hungry at that point you didn’t care.

On a whim y’all decided to see the Hollywood Horror Makeup Show & Phoenix is the one to get pulled on stage. “Oh no,” she mumbles with a smile as she stands while everyone has their camera out to capture the moment. Coyote makes a face and looks away when the fake blood appears on her arm when the guy fakes cutting into it because the man was like, “how the hell did he do that?!”

Since it had a short wait, you quickly all jump in line for the Hollywood Rip-Rocket. It was the first outdoor rollercoaster and what made it great was getting to chose a song to listen to as you rode it. Rooster chose “Glamorous” by Fergie which you heard him belting out at the top of his lungs. “FIRST CLASS UP IN THE—AHHH!!”

The Fast & Furious ride became a source of many great inside jokes. “Guys remember, we’re a family.” “You hear that? Family.” “Why don’t y’all love me like they love each other?” The ride itself was average but the music and the jokes is what made it fun.

There’s going to be selfies in each line so make sure your camera roll is not full. Y’all are stopping almost every 20 steps to take pictures and Mav will literally be like a proud dad taking them. Thankfully some people will stop and ask if he wants to be in it to which you’re grabbing him by the collar to get in the photo. “Let’s go Papa Mav, you’re in this family too.”

Escape from Gringotts had a long wait so y’all decide to come back the next day to start with that. That’s also when you entered Diagon Alley for the first time and felt like you were Harry Pottet gathering his stuff for school. So you damn well know y’all are in Olivanders picking out your wands. “Do I wanna be basic and get Harry’s?” “Ohmigosh they have Luna’s—I want it.” “The Elder wand looks so dope. Question is: do I want it as Dumbledors or Grindlewald?” “Who here is a hufflepuff—oh wait Newt is!”

A cheers is in store when y’all get your first butterbeer, which has almost all of you get some foam on your nose. You guys all then do Gringotts before seeking out the interactive wand spots in Diagon Alley & finding the hidden Knocturn Alley before quickly riding the Jimmy Fallon Race Through New York and wait almost 2 hours for minions. “This better be worth the wait, Coyote.” Thankfully it was funny and cute, but you wouldn’t wait more than an hour for it in the future.

So now that y’all have checked off all the rides and most of the shows in the Universal park, it’s time to head to Island of Adventure. And what better way than to take the Hogwarts Express. Since some of y’all have been to London and seen the real Kings Cross Station, y’all were impressed by how put together the attraction was. Rooster has a picture of you and Phoenix embracing with your wands up pointing to the Platform 9 3/4 sign.

So Island of Adventure has A LOT of thrill rides, which what are those perfect for ?? Pictures. And boy do you have quite the album by the end of your trip.

So the train ends in Hogsmede so of course y’all are freaking out over the fact you’re in Hogwarts. “GUYS WE FINALLY GOT OUR HOGWARTS LETTER!!” So there’s a literally photoshoot going on at the bridge between Hogmede & Jurassic Park. The boys all got their aviators on, showing off their houses and wands while girls and guys are checking them out. There’s photos of you on Paybacks back, dueling Hangman & Bob, cute ones with Phoenix, Mav & Fanboy and mixtape style with Coyote and Rooster.

Hagrids motor bike has A LONG wait, but forbidden journey doesn’t so y’all do that one first and thank God you didn’t eat anything because that sure got you with the motion sickness. The photo is hilarious with majority of you looking confused, petrified & downright frightened. Once anyone who felt a little off got better y’all do the Hippogriff mini coaster. That in itself was quite the sight with the amount of 6’ft men y’all had in your group. Payback and Rooster had to have their own cart cause their legs could barely fit.

After a quick snack and the fact it was heating up with Florida weather, the water rides became your next stop. And once again, y’all have your favorite group picture for that day because the drop combined with the animatronic T-Rex chomping down on the Jurassic Park River Adventure made for some great reactions. You and Phoenix were hanging on for dear life when it felt like y’all’s asses were lifting off the seats. In the photo Rooster has his arm practically holding you down. The ones who came out soaked were Bob, Fanboy, Payback, and Mav though everyone else got a decent amount of water.

Oh and Coyote did his BeReal on the drop just as the T-Rex is coming down which you were amazed he even managed to capture it. He was in the front so everyone behind him got in the photo and you can just see Bob in the corner look like he’s looking death in the eyes. Coyote sends it to the bestbereals on Twitter and it goes viral with almost 500k likes and 200k retweets.

Y’all decide to do Velocicoaster, Hagrids, & Hulk at night when people leave for the wait time to be shorter. In the mean time the gang gets their own boat for the Popeye & Bluto’s Bilge-Rat Barges and that’s where you, Phoenix and Hangman get drenched because it felt like y’all were personally targeted. “Oh fuck, not again !” Every turn had y’all facing the direction of a fountain or passing a gusher as it goes off and landing on your side. It’s so bad you three have to go to the standing dryer once y’all get off. “I should’ve brought a change of clothes.”

The ripsaw falls ride had similar reactions to the River Adventure but not as bad—although Coyote nearly lost his sunglasses. After a quick snack break y’all do the Spider-Man (which had a lot of nostalgia for some of the guys) and decide to do an early dinner so later on when people leave for their reservations the wait times would decrease.

On your way out you hit the King Kong Ride which turned out to be a 3D/4D ride and had y’all surprised the entire time. Jake was next to you and there were times where he kept bumping your shoulder cause he was jumping at the loud sounds and how realistic the 4D felt. “Jesus Christ!” When Kong was fighting the dinosaurs you could hear Rooster and Payback going “Get ‘em Kong!! Show him who’s king!!”

There are many places in the City Walk to eat so there’s plenty of options. Since some of the guys wanted to go watch the game playing at the NBC sports restaurant, you call in advance to see if they have a wait time and luckily they had an opening for your party. “Okay let’s hussle, Hagrids is at a hundred minutes and it ain’t getting lowers than that so y’all better eat like it’s your last meal on earth !”

Mav is that man who’s taking pictures of y’all at the table. You wink at the camera while Bob is smiling beside you as Payback puts bunny ears behind him. Hangman and Rooster are making bets on the game, Fanboy is updating his social media posts and Coyote is Tic-tac-toe with Phee. Everyone is making conversation as they drink and eat. It’s a great time and y’all leave a generous tip to your poor server who it was her first week and was getting used to handling big parties. She did pretty good and gave y’all a military discount after noticing the different navy jackets and hats y’all were wearing.

After dinner you and Phoenix go to the Toothsome’s Chocolate Emporium to share a $17 milkshake which was HUGE. y’all were gonna get your own but saw what they looked like and went “yeah let’s split it.” Rooster keeps eyeing it and goes, “yo let me get a sip,” every five minutes. Eventually you and Phee get full and let him have the rest which makes him look like a kid on Christmas morning.

So once everyone’s stomach was settled it was time to get back to the park. And like y’all wanted, the wait times were shorter compared to the 70+ minutes they were when you left. First y’all walked all the way back to Hogwarts for Hagrids Motorbike and it was well worth the hour and half wait. It’s a two seater so you all had to figure out who was going with who. You rode with Fanboy in the front row which was amazing cause he’s the biggest HP nerd you know so seeing his expressions on the ride was memorable in itself.

Velocicoater….was the best experience ever with the Squad. Mav sat this one out because he was like “I’m too old for that,” after seeing the high climb followed by the drop. What made it cool was it was dark outside by then so the ride was lit up and y’all got Rows 2-5 with it going: you & Phoenix, Hangman & Coyote, Payback & Rooster, and Fanboy & Bob. Hearing Coyote scream bloody murder the entire way was the highlight of your day. The second time it accelerated for the climb you heard “I CANNOT BELIVE YALL MADE ME DO THIS!” With the faint sound of Rooster & Paybacks laughter in the distance.

I mean y’all pull close to 8+ gs on the daily, but a roller coaster going maybe not even 1 has him shitting his pants. The photo of Coyote because his contact icon on your phone. “Why do you and Phee come out great and here I am looking like I just came out of G-Loc?”

The last ride was The Incredible Hulk and again, you got front row with Payback, Hangman & Coyote (which he hated). The loops had him reach out to hold your hand and thanking Jesus when it was over. “Finally we’re done.”

The last day there was really no game plan since you guys had went on petty much everything. At that point you guys split it up and would met up and switch groups if there was something someone wanted to go again and another person was like “let’s go I’ll do it with you.” Those who wanted to do the thrill rides again stayed together while some went to do the 4D ones. “I’m doing Velocicoater again cause that was fun as fuck. Who’s coming?” “Me. Aye let’s do front row.”

“Coyote, cmon let’s do Hulk again—it’s 20 minutes!” “Hell no!”

“Does anyone wanna share a turkey leg with me?” “Shit, yeah I’ll Venmo you right now.”

“We gotta get Voodoo donuts on our way out tonight.” “They have one here?” “You’re telling me you didn’t see all those people in the City Walk with pink boxes? It was right by the NBC restaurant, Bob!”

At the end of the night y’all meet up in Hogwarts to watch the lighting of the castle and their projection show. Mav, being the surrogate dad he is, got there early to secure a good spot. With one last butterbeer you stood in between Hangman and Fanboy to watch the show. Jake had his arm around you, allowing you to lean into him while being careful not to spill the drink as you paid attention to the castle.

It was sad for everyone having to leave but it was the best weekend you could ask for with the people you cared for most. These were your best friends, your team, your wingmen. No matter where you guys went in your career and even if it would be the last time in awhile before you all could get together again, you would always remember when the Dagger Squad took Universal Studios.

[lacontroller1991]

Pack of Beer (Johnny Lawrence x F!Reader)

Requested by @i-am-lost-and-need-a-map

Main Master List || Cobra Kai Master List

Warnings: Language, perviness, beer

Author’s Note: So sorry this took so long to come out but I hope you enjoy!

Trying to find an empty space in the valley for a yoga class proved to be difficult, until it wasn’t. When your real estate agent told you she had found a space to rent out, you were quick to jump on the opportunity.

“So, yoga huh? Have lots of girls?” You resist the urge to vomit as the landlord makes pervy remarks.

“We actually have quite a few guys,” you reply as you open the door to the rental space.

“Right, well, this is the place. The other tenant runs a karate dojo,” Armand comments as you look around the room, a black and yellow color scheme accompanies a giant snake logo as kids throw punches in the air at the command of their teacher, whom you note, is attractive. A muscular physique is highlighted under a stark black uniform with a belt around his midsection tying it off. You’re breathing hitches in your throat when he catches your gaze. Baby blue eyes staring back at you.

“Class, stand at attention,” he shouts out, the class stopping what they’re doing and going to a parade rest, replying with a ‘yes sensei’. “Mr. Zarkarian, how can I help you?” The man approaches you and the landlord and you don’t miss the way his eyes rake over your body.

“This is Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the other tenant of this space,” the blonde nods once and crosses his arms, his biceps flexing.

“What do you do?”

“Yoga,” you pipe up, ignoring the couple of snickers from the students, the unknown man shoots them a glare, immediately shutting them up.

“Well, welcome in. I’m Lawrence by the way, Johnny Lawrence.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

The following weeks run smoothly. Johnny runs his dojo, you run your studio and everything is peaceful. Well, relatively.

“You told me the rent was 450 a month. Why the hell are you raising it 200?” You clutch the paper in your hands, paying attention to the man in front of you and not the tall figure approaching.

“What can I say? Prices around here have gone up so I must raise prices as well. That is, unless you could pay me in some… other way.”

“What the hell man, get lost,” Johnny scowls at the landlord who waddles away at the sight of the taller man, leaving you and Johnny alone. “You alright?” Outside of the occasional ‘hi’ or ‘have a good day’ you and Johnny Lawrence never really had an actual conversation.

“Yeah, I’m fine. He’s just a fucking perv,” you shudder, wrapping your arms around your body and Johnny takes notice of your stance. Stepping back, he looks you over.

“Wanna beer?”

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After that day, you and Johnny would exchange small glances and smiles and eventually his students caught on. Miguel, being the brave soul and bringing it up.

“Do you like the yoga lady, sensei?” Johnny’s head whips around and faces Miguel, blush on his cheeks.

“Wha? No. No. I don’t like he- where did you get those snacks from?” He asks, motioning to the bag of nuts in Miguel’s hands.

“Ah (Y/N) left some for us, said we needed the protein,” he smiles, popping the lightly salted almonds in his mouth as Johnny looks around the dojo, the small group of students each holding a small bag of nuts.

“This isn’t snack time. Get back to work!” They all groan in unison before putting the food away and going back to practicing, but Miguel remains. “Are you deaf, Diaz?”

“No sensei, she told me to tell you that she left you something as well,” he smirks before scurrying away and Johnny eyes him warily before making his way into his office, stopping in front of the fridge. Opening the door, his eyes fall on the 6 pack of beer with a pink sticky note attached. ‘For the other night. ;).’ Johnny smiles softly and takes one out of the pack and twists it open. Taking a sip, he lets the amber liquid sip down his throat before setting it down on the desk and looking at his class. Maybe they were on to something.

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One day turns into two, turns into three since Johnny and the students of Cobra Kai have seen you. Normally, you would stick around the dojo after your class and even learn some self defense, but one day you stopped showing up, much to Johnny’s dismay.

“Hey sensei, where’s Miss Sensei?” Hawk teases, earning a slap on the back from the other boys as Miguel watches from the side.

“Why don’t you focus on your punches, Moskowitz.” Johnny snaps as Eli backs off, returning to practice, meanwhile, Miguel follows Johnny into his office. “What do you want, Diaz?”

“I was just wondering what happened to her?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her in a couple of days.” Miguel mulls over his thoughts before an idea pops into his head.

“Do you have the lease?”

“Yeah,” he motions for Johnny to pull the piece of paper. Reluctantly, Johnny hands the teen the paper.

“There. Her address.”

“What?” Johnny leans in, reading the paper, and low and behold, there your address sits. “Shit. Good thinking Diaz,” he praises his student before grabbing his coat and walking out of the office, turning to the rest of the class. “Go home guys. Class dismissed for the day,” he rushes out of the dojo and the kids look at Miguel, who sports a smirk.

“He’s getting (Y/N).”

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The sharp rapport of knocks startles you from the tv. Looking at the door, you hesitantly get up and look out the peephole, gasping slightly when you see Johnny standing there. Opening the door, you look him over.

“Johnny, what are you doing here?”

“I was just wondering where you’ve been,” he shrugs, hands sticking into his pockets. “You haven’t been around the dojo.”

“Oh, Armand must not have told you. The contract fell through, didn’t have enough people taking the class to afford the space,” you reply in earnest as Johnny’s face falls. “But it’s no biggie! One of my peers has an exercise space in her house and so we’ve been doing it there.”

“Oh, well, the kids miss you over at the dojo,” you chuckle at his comment, leaning against the door frame and crossing your arms.

“Yeah I miss them too, they’re super dedicated to the craft. I can imagine that it comes from having a strong teacher,” your works make Johnny blush as he rubs a hand on the back of his neck.

“Yeah, they’re good kids. Anyways, I was wondering if maybe… you’d like to go out sometime?”

“As a date?”

“If that’s alright with you.” You smile softly and press a chaste kiss against his cheek.

“Pick me up at 8?”

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<3 summary: you didn’t know you were failing that badly for him to make you stay back. but you weren’t complaining when he brought you to his office and locked the door.

<3 word count: 3.5k

<3 warnings: nsfw, swearing, soft levi and fluff at then end cause we love soft levi in this house.

<3 nsfw warnings: age gap(reader is of age), degradation, spanking, hair pulling, male oral reciving.

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The noise of his expensive dress shoes clicking as he moved across and black the laminate floor and his deep monotone voice was slowly putting you and others to sleep. But you had to fight it because you didn’t fancy getting an earful from your professor Mr. Ackerman. Well maybe you would, it’s no lie he’s extremely attractive and you’ve always had an attraction to men older than you. His bare ring finger gave you evidence that he probably wasn’t seeing anyone so it didn’t make you feel guilty about your not so little crush on the man.

“that’s it for today then, and don’t forget the assignment this time. Looking at you yeager.” His deep voice shook you from your daydream and the class was already over. ‘perfect this was the last one! Get me to be-’ “(y/n) stay back, I need a word”. Huh? Did he notice you falling in and out of sleep? we’re you failing his class? Well probably he always gave such difficult class test every week. But was it bad enough for him to make you stay behind?

Packing up your things you made your way down the small steps to where he leant against his wood desk. “you wanted to talk to me sir?”. You spoke with you arms folded, quite frankly annoyed he ruined your plans to sleep for the rest of the day- but also intrigued in what he wanted. you lifted your gaze from checking the time on your phone to his face when you didn’t get an answer. The action was a mistake because you were met with his steel silver eyes looking back at you and the sleeves of his dress shirt straining against his biceps and across his chest made him look irresistible. Shit he definitely saw you staring earlier, shit shit sh- “come with me.” He suddenly spoke up and pushed himself off his desk to walk in-front of you and towards the door at the side of the room. Quickly you followed his long strides, Not knowing where you were going but in the moment you didn’t really care.

Finally he stopped in-front of a door and unlocked it before stepping aside to let you in. walking to one of the two seats sitting before the large wooden desk you sat one one of them and waiting for him to take his place behind the desk. Hearing the click of the lock made you jump slightly and turn around to see him making his way to you with one hand in his pocket. “don’t look so excited, just having a little chat is all.” Fuck is it that noticeable? Well with the way you’re rubbing your thighs together, how your skirt riding up slightly and you don’t move to fix it, it definitely is. “so then, any idea why I went to the trouble of taking my free time to bring you here?”. Why is he acting like you asked for this? “I dunno Mr. Ackerman, maybe is it that you just love chatting to me?.” You could physically see his eyebrow twitch, moving to place his elbow on the arm of the chair and rest his face against his palm he sighed quiet loudly. “maybe I should’ve payed more attention to that attitude of yours”. You bring a hand to your chest and put on your best fake ‘what? Me?’ face. “me? Have an attitude? you’ve got the wrong student i’m afraid, i’ve always been the teachers pet i’ll have you know”.

You swore he was trying to stare right through you with how intense his gaze was. Sighing again he used his foot to slightly sway is leather chair. “listen (y/n) only reason i’m on your ass with the grades is cause Principal Smith is one mine about them.” Scoffing slightly you look off to the side for a moment before looking back at him. “why does he of all people care about my grades out of everyone in this place.” Not wating a second after you finished your sentence he butted in: “cause you used to be a top student only a month ago, now all of a sudden they’re coming out your ass. Care to let me know why?” “Dunno, a girl has priorities and frankly my grades aren’t one of them.” You huffed and crossed your arms back over your chest and pushing up your tits slightly. It was quick, but you seen his eyes flick down to your chest and back up.

“listen (y/n) i wanna go home just as much as you do and i’m not in the mood, so how ‘bout you just try harder when the next test comes around and i’ll try my best to give you the highest I can ‘kay?”. He truly did all seem concerned and all the times you’d fall asleep in his class, cheat on his tests or just not turn in assignments started coming to you along with the guilt of it all. But that doesn’t mean you’re gonna stop your little cat and mouse game. “i’m gonna need a bit more convincing than that sir, it’s easier said than done y’know.” Raising an eyebrow at your comment his adam’s apple bobs in his throat and he fixes his suddenly tight collar. “what do you mean convincing?, what do you have in mind?.” He questions, moving the chair to face it in your direction. Spreading his legs, leaning back and bringing one hand to run it through his black hair.

“oh professor! That sounds so, so scandalous! Didn’t think you were the type.” You seen slight snarl on his face before he turned to look at the bookshelf to his left. “tch, shut it brat, you hinted at it. And don’t think i don’t see the way you stare all class long.” He smirks at the end of his sentence, watching your eyes widened before you send him back your own quirk up of your lips. “oooh? You finally noticed huh? Gahhh it took you long enough.” Waving a hand around and turning your face to the side. “Get over here now.” “Hmm? What was tha-” “I said, get the fuck over now.”

The way his voice went down on octave and his stern gaze had you getting up and walking over to him like an obedient dog to its owner. Now standing between his spread legs your hands went to run across his shoulders and chest without you even thinking. They got lower and lower until they tugged at his belt. He took your two wrists into one and pulled you into his frame. “get down.” The short, but demanding command brought a quiet whimper from your mouth and had him chuckling in your face. Lowering down to sit on your knees , resting your hands on his strong thighs. You looked up to see him looking straight back, he always looked intimidating-but from this angle, it felt like he was burning holes through you. “hurry it up ‘teacher’s pet’” his deep voice, with a mocking sultry tone at the end, went straight to in between your legs, making you turn to hide your face. He bucked his knee up slightly to get your attention and silently tell you to actually hurry.

Rubbing up and down his thighs a few times, feeling the muscles twitch under your touch. The sight of his strained bulge in his slacks had you reaching for his belt, pulling it out through the loops and down onto the ground by your sore knees. His zipper and button came undone with ease along with you pulling down his trousers to his mid thigh, just enough to pull his cock from its tight confinement. He hissed slightly at the brisk air and your soft hand wrapped around him so suddenly. Humming at his reaction you didn’t waste another second and let a drop of spit fall onto the tip, waiting for it to meet your fist before setting his cock with the salvia. You saw his grip on the arm of the chair get tighter, so putting him out of his misery, you took him into your mouth and pushed your head down as far as you could before your gag reflex stopped you. “jesus (y/n), fuck do it again.” His scary n’ intimidating resolve crumbling right in front of you just made you want to see the other side of your professor even more. doing as he told you, you pulled back for a short second before bringing his cock back in and down your throat, holding it for as long as you could. The groan he let out sounded like an angel was above you, making your eyes roll back, throat tightening around him. Anyone would notice how hard he’s holding back from nestling his hands in your hair and fucking up into your mouth, and you did.Wanting to feel him grip your hair, you took his hands from the arms of the chair and placed them on the back of your head. He didn’t wait for you to get used to the feeling of them in your hair before he planted his feet down and used your throat as his own personal fleshlight. “that’s it bitch, suck my fucking cock, choke on it, there you go.” he took one hand from the back of your head and pinched your nose, cutting of your breathing and stilling his cock in the back of your throat, not listening to the hits you were giving his thighs.

All that could be heard in the spacious room was the wet gagging of your throat and his strangled grunts. Waiting and waiting for him to warn you he was about to cum- but it never came, all that did was your head roughly getting ripped from his cock. Once you could breathe probably you started coughing from the lack of air going into your lungs. “a-are you. You okay?” he asked with a bit of concern in his voice that made your chest swell. Giving him a small nod he hummed and lifted you to straddle him. “go ahead and strip for me” growing more impatient for the need for him inside you, you got straight to ridding your body of it’s clothes. Just being left in your panties, Levi looked down to see the soft pink lace with a small bow on the front grinding over his aching hard on. “please sir, can you fuck me now.” That name, that name is what did it for him. He brought his larger hands to the flesh of your ass and ripped the panties from the back and threw them to the floor.

The man didn’t even give you time to react before he lifted you slightly and pushed himself inside your tight heat. You weren’t going to lie- he was definitely bigger than you thought, especially for a man of his height. His bruising grip on your waist and the feel of sinking down on his cock had you whimpering and reaching for his broad shoulders. “s-sir more need more.” His strong chest shook with the deep chuckle he responded with. “a bit greedy don’t we think?” “don’t care, want you sir plea-ah!” he cut off your begging with a harsh slap to your ass and thrusted his hips up to meet yours. It all came at once and you feel into his chest panting. “c’mon brat, do the rest yourself since you want it so badly.” His demanding and teasing tone returned as he leaned back to watch you.

Lifting your knees up as much as you could till just the tip remained in you, and then you slammed back down onto his thighs. The action ripped moans from both of you in sync and had you repeating the cycle for another while. Levi thinks to himself for a short second, ‘what is he doing, why is he doing this?’ but you loud moan shook him from the thoughts and threw them out the window. The mix of the leather rubbing against your knees and the sweat on your skin started to make it harder for you to bounce desperately on his cock.

As if he could sense what your thinking, he reached around and under to rest his hands on the underside of your ass and stood up, holding you in his strong arms. He made it look effortless, how he could hold you up and walk to the wall behind his desk. “S-sir fuck wait”. He didn’t want to wait, he wanted to feel more of you, feel you cum around him and feel you squirm when he fills you up. “you didn’t wanna wait earlier did you? Didn’t wait a second when you had the- fuuck- chance did you? Just a fucking whore for me that’s all you are. A hole for me to use” His words were laced with venom, spat right into your ear by his mouth along with the stinging slap to your ass. Desperate to feel more of him, you dig your fingers into his shoulders, the skin hidden my his baby blue dress shirt as he lifted you up and back down with the brute strength of his arms.

Levi couldn’t hold it back much longer he needed to see you a shaking dumb little mess for him. He hoisted you so he could turn around and place you on the edge of the desk. You wanted to finally get a good look at the man that was giving you the pleasure you waited so long for, leant back on your forearms you could finally see Levi Ackerman in all his glory. The light from the two windows behind him shone in rays through the blinds and bouched off the exposed skin of his chest where he unbuttoned his shirt, the light flush to his cheeks and the jet black hair sticking to his forehead. It all made him look angelic before you, and you just couldn’t peel your eyes off him. He noticed the slight trance you were in and gave a particularly hard thrust that kissed at your cervix. It straight away snapped you out of the gaze and threw your head back with a loud moan. “fuck sir please don’t sto- hah! Wanna cum on y’ cock please please” moans spilled from you in tangent with his hips meeting your own. “such dirty fuckin’ words for a teachers pet hm? Should teach you some manners next time. But go ahead you wanna, hnngh, cum that badly do it for me darlin’”. There was too much for your fucked out brain to dissolve in the one sentence. Next time? Did he want to do this again? Did he mean to call you that name?. you didn’t care- you didn’t in the moment, all that matters was making him get you to the edge then watch him crumble himself. “yes sir m’gonna cum for you h-hard fuck fuck ahh m’ cummin oh my go- Levi!”

You didn’t mean to call him that, you really didn’t, it just slipped out in the midst of your orgasm ripping through you in waves. But he definitely didn’t miss it, his rhythm faltered for a short second but he seen you were still riding your high so he brushed it aside to keep you seeing stars, and trying to get there himself. “shit (y/n) that’s it, fuck you look- feel so good think i’m close” he grunted, watching you fall apart under him. He needed to feel deeper inside you. Grabbing your ankles from his waist, he brought them to his shoulders and kept up his erratic pace.

You had only come down and he still hadn’t let up. It was starting to tether on the edge of pain and pleasure and you didn’t know how long you could keep going. “No, no Le-sir please I cant can’t anymore fuck!” the moan he let slip out had him turning to hide his face in your calf. “shhh just- jesus christ, a bit longer ‘kay m’ nearly there baby you gonna take it all when I fill you up like the cumdump you are.” He struggled to get the sentence out, biting back more moans. You whimpered at the way the pet name fell from his lips like velvet.

“Sir I think i’m go-”, “‘s not my name princess” you peeked your head from his previous place behind your arm to see his stern stare had returned. “L-Levi..” you said quietly in case you were wrong. “fuck, there we go, now say it again”. His voice had gone deeper and the crease of his eyebrow told you that he was about to follow in your footsteps and reach his high. “Levi I think im, think i’m gonna cum again, please don’t stop it’s so good!” he hoped you were right there behind him cause he was himself. “fuck fuck (y/n) cum with me now, fucking cum you greedy little slut.” Flipping you over, he brought a hand to your hair and pulled you up to level with his face, making your back arch in a painful way. “I mean it bitch, be a good girl n’ cum nice n’ hard for your professor while he fills you with his cum.” He pushed your head back down onto the desk with force and brought his free hand to clap on your ass one, two and three times before gripping the tender flesh in his hand, using it as leverage to pound into your clenching cunt. Too much, it was all too much and for the second time you came, gushing around his cock. But this time it came gushing out of you and splashed onto his exposed stomach.”holy shit that’s it you fuckin slut!”. He brought three of his fingers down to dance across your clit and help you ride it out as his hips jerked against yours, his balls tightening and emptying the white spurts to paint your walls.

When you both were well spent he slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum dripped out of your twitching pussy. He softly laughed when he used two fingers to push it back in you, seeing you wince as he did. Your whole body was sore and, frankly you don’t think you could move any part of it. Voicing your distress to him, it was like he snapped out of the mean, demanding character and flipped a switch to a caring side you’ve never seen. “here ill help” he brought his arm to under your knees and behind your back to lift and sit you on his chair behind him. “I have some tissue and wipes here for you if you need them, do you.. do you want me to help you get cleaned up?” not having the energy to answer him, you just nodded your head and let him crouch down and wipe away the mixed fluids from your body as gently as he could.

“listen (y/n), do-” “i’m not gonna tell anyone don’t worry, besides why would i? wouldn’t benefit me if did anyway.why? you ashamed we did this?” he looked up at you with wide eyes and took your hand in his. “no, no of course not. I just, just don’t want it getting around. could lose my job y’ know.” He whispered the last part quietly. “yeah I know, but i’m not ashamed or anything either, just so you know.” For the first time, in what you think is probably forever, he smiles softly and looks down at you playing with his fingers. “that’s good to know, and when i said next time, it wasn’t just in the moment, just so you know.” You both laughed at him mocking your words. “your not as scary as you seem Mr. Ackerman” looking and laughing up once again he hid his wide smile behind his hand. “is that so? Well thank you Ms. (L/n).”

you were going to laugh back a retort but just watching his soft, plump lips dance as he spoke and still in a smirk had you moving before you could think and slotted your lips onto his. Shocked, he didn’t react at you falling onto the floor beside him, but after a second he registered what was going on and moved one hand to the back of your head, the other to your bare waist and moved his lips against yours. Pulling away for a breath of air, he looked into the irises of your eyes and spoke up: “you don’t have to say yes of course, but if you’d like, i’d love to bring you to dinner sometime. not just as a professor and student shit, just as two people wanting to get to know each other”. Now it was your turn to freeze up and not know how to react. Going through the current scenario in your head, weighing between the options, you wondered what to say to the awaiting man before you. “I u-um.. i’d love to si- Levi” the way his name slipped from your tongue like honey made him flush and sheepishly look away for a short while. “well then I guess I could find some free time for you.” “yes, i’ll have to find time in my oh so busy schedule aswell Sir”. Both of you fell into a comfortable fit of laughter again in each other’s embrace.

The scene looked rather comical really. You-bare naked- and your-half bare- college professor laughing on the floor of his office, while talking about planning dates. Who would’ve thought failing grades would get you here?.

-End <3 part two? 😳

[juveniledesire]

Till Death Do Us Part (snippet)

by thatwriterant (only on Ao3!)

https://archiveofourown.org/users/thatwriterant/pseuds/thatwriterant

The adventures of America's favorite gay monster hunting couple, Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich (Gallavich). Ian and Mickey are bounty hunters who set out to save the south side from the new disastrous drug, Vertigo, in this futuristic spin on the Shameless couple.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40282356/chapters/100899972

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“Does this tool belt make my ass look big?”

Mickey glanced down at the bulky military grade belt strapped to his waist as he approached the sidewalk. Ian had finished locking up the safe house and was debating whether or not they should leave. Over the past few weeks, the couple stayed in isolation away from the dangerous city, which brought back memories of their honeymoon. He descended the stairs and pulled Mickey into his arms from behind, rubbing against his belt.

"It definitely feels bigger, but only because of all this shit you put in it," Ian smiled, tugging at the black utility strap on Mickey's thigh, planting kisses around his neck. He turned around and cupped Ian's face in his hands, his faded freckles on display, and kissed him softly. A kiss they both knew held a more sacred meaning than their romantic feelings for each other.

The men were terrified of the city they once called home. Life had become stressful for the couple since the apocalypse began; they'd lost their shared apartment along with their childhood homes, and to make matters worse, their families were feuding. But, through it all, Ian and Mickey clung to each other and cherished their happiest memories.

"What was that for?" Ian batted his eyelashes as they broke away from the kiss.

"I don't know. I felt like it." Mickey said while staring knowingly into his green eyes.

Ian's worry of not making it out alive was clear to him. The truth was that the world had changed, and the dangers they had known before were small compared to the ones that terrorized them now. Ian had always been the sort to hunt for survival, whereas Mickey had always hunted for fun; he was thrilled to be alive in the apocalypse when regulations were weak and police officers were scarce. The couple stared, reading the other's expression but said nothing before leaving the secluded street and heading deep into town. Tonight they were on a mission to rescue those in need of liberation.

(This story is packed with Angst, Mystery, and Action!)

Credit to artist: WhatsaMattavich on twitter! https://mobile.twitter.com/WhatsaMattavich (art & artist are unaffiliated with story)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40282356/chapters/100899972

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#5

✨Your Lingerie vs The Bad Batch✨

Authors note: These may or may not have inspired some fic wips send help

🔴Echo is a simple man. He loves the classics; Delicate lace and soft edges, not too aggressive but not too demure. But he'll also be onboard with whatever you like the most, as your confidence is just as much of a turn-on as the outfit itself. But if he ever had to think of something that would really get his engine going...

While Echo may have traded out of his reg armor when he decided to join Clone Force 99-changing into black and red paint to fit them-he'll still always have a weakness for you wearing something colored in that ever distinctive 501st blue.

⚫️Tech loves elegance. He is as clean cut as he can reasonably get given circumstances, and has a guilty desire for seeing you in the same. When he thinks of lingerie he instantly thinks of slips and corsets; Things an heiress or princess would wear. They make you feel expensive, like you should be walking down a palace hall with a robe worth double it's weight in credits.

If you ever chose wear something like that? Blue screen. Full kernel error. 404 'Tech.exe' not found. His hands will gently lay against your thighs and feel both your skin and the fabric underneath his palms, face beat red while you however, feel incredibly pleased.

🔴Hunter secretly loves letting you have the lead every now and again, and he's able to melt under your touch. But Hunter has never actually said it out loud, even if you already knew.

One day you decided to really capitalize it, having invited him to your home while he was on shore leave. You'd kissed him and before long, decided to tell him you needed to change really quick. Hunter found it a little odd, but watched as you ran off like you were about to open Life Day presents, swiping something from your closet on the way.

You returned a few minutes later dolled up in with jet black, full garter belt and stockings. Hunter's throat choked up so that he grew almost silent, to the point that you worried you didn't look as good as you felt. That turned out to not be the case, and Hunter enjoyed playing that night what he felt was maybe a little too much.

You still have that same set packed away in a safe spot, breaking it out every now and again when Hunter gives you that look.

⚫️Wrecker You had tried the whole 'fancy lingerie' thing before, as a surprise when Wrecker had a rare bit of shore leave after deployment. And while it certainly didn't go badly, not a set of even the most expensive lingerie could beat the way his chest tightens at the sight of you wearing his own clothes.

Having once decided to steal one of his black undershirts, the sleeves went down past your hands and the bottom went to your thighs, meant for someone far larger than you. When he'd caught you in the process of stealing it, you had jokingly asked how it looked; fingers grasping the bottom hem and spanning the fabric out on either side. Wrecker figured words weren't going to work when he spit out 'you good look yeah' which make you bust out laughing, then he busted out laughing in response to you; Before he just decided to pick you up and move you to a more desirable locale.

🔴Crosshair more so wants the outfit to fit the scenario. Wearing some soft lace and ruffles? Best become pliant and behaved under his hands. Pulling on a more demure type of slip, that you'd almost be scared to touch with rough hands ? Crosshair can corrupt you, while watching fabric worth far more than its weight in credits softly rub against your thighs. Jet black or fire red bras and garter belts with tight, harsh seams? Not many can break a clone like him, but he'd love to see you try.

Crosshair will always be a brat, but it's a matter of which type of brat you're getting. Lingerie helps set the mood, though he won't admit he also likes the rare feeling of softness against his skin.

369 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

#4

Tight Confines

Authors note: Hunter with a scent kink. I don't think I have to say much more beyond that.

Part 2

Summary: Hunter has one hell of a nose, and you smell incredibly good. (Pre-Order 66.)

Relationship: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, scent kink, quickie, Hunter has a real rough time but he tries, ever so slight angst, getting frisky in the cockpit of the Marauder while everyone else is asleep, overall just general smuttiness

Words: 8462

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467 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#3

↢ Bad Batch Kinks ↣

Author's note: Now, is it really kink HCs if I don't say Hunter has a predator/prey kink? It's like a right of passage.

Warning: NSFW

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593 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#2

✨Where each boy likes to be kissed, and where they like to kiss you✨

Authors note: This infested my mind like brain worms and I had to spit it out

(Gender neutral reader)

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692 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

✨Clones and how they act with a crush; A Guide✨

Authors note: I'm stuck in a hotel for the weekend, so enjoy my cabin fever musings

(Gender neutral reader)

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A Case of the Giggles - One Shot

a/n: I saw someone send someone else an ask about how they wished more people wrote about laughing or giggling during sex, and I got inspired. Enjoy! 

Words: 3K

Warnings: Fluff and Smut! 

Y/N had a problem with giggling, especially when she was nervous. She’s been like this her entire life, and she’s just accepted it. Sometimes she would have to explain to people, especially at work, that she has a nervous laugh, and that it really didn’t mean she was being a goof. Her current employer thought it was hilarious that she even mentioned it in her interview. She appreciated the honesty. It’s a good thing she didn’t like to gamble because her giggle would give her away.

Her boyfriend, Harry, thought it was the cutest thing in the world. When they first met at a mutual friend’s birthday party, she giggled when he shook her hand.

“Usually I have to work a little harder to make someone laugh.” He said, and winked at her, which made her giggle even more. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Harry.”

“I’m Y/N.” She let go of his hand and tried to take a deep breath. “You and Chris work together, right?”

“Yeah, we’re office neighbors. How do you know him?”

“Childhood friends.”

“Ah, well, lucky him.” He smiled, and of course, she giggled again. He looked at her, almost as if to wonder if she really thought he was that funny.

“I’m so sorry, I…” She giggled. “I have this thing where I laugh if I’m nervous.”

“Oh!” He looked around all the other people at the bar mingling, and dancing, celebrating their friend. “I’ve made you nervous?” He sounded sort of concerned.

“Very.” She giggled.

“I’m so sorry, do you want me to-“ He stared to move away from her.

“No!” She grabbed his wrist. “It’s me, not you. You’re just, um, very handsome…” She blushed, holding back her giggle as best she could.

That was enough for Harry. He talked with her the entire night, and got her number before they parted ways. He thought maybe the giggle would fade, but on their first few dates she found it difficult not to feel nervous around him. He thought it was cute. He sort of felt bad that she had this tell, he at least could hide how nervous he felt. He liked that it made her a little more blunt about how she was feeling.

The first time he kissed her, he had taken her out to the beach for a walk at sunset. He really wanted it to be romantic. It was their third date. Their toes were in the warm sand, his arm was around her as they both looked out at the sunset. He tilted her chin up towards him, and he leaned in. She could barely get through it. She laughed so hard she cried, and she was incredibly embarrassed. Harry assured her it was fine, and he even laughed a little too.

“I ruined it, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t, just makes it more memorable. I wish you didn’t feel so nervous around me.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s not a bad nervous, it’s like butterflies, the good kind. I really like you.”

“I really like you too.”

A couple of weeks and many more dates later, they made things official. Harry didn’t like playing games, and neither did Y/N, so they were both happy to be on the same page. She giggled less when they kissed, she felt so comfortable with Harry now. She still felt butterflies, but she was able to control her impulse a little more. Because he knew she would easily get nervous, though, they took the physical side of things a little slower. One of the first times they really made out, she wanted to kill herself. She just couldn’t get it together when he started to kiss on her neck. She was straddling him, rolling her hips on him, doing well, and then he started to kiss down her jaw and just under her earlobe.

“Should I stop?” He whispered as he moved some hair away from her face.

“No, it feels good…I’m sorry.” She hid her face in his shoulder. “I’m such a spaz.”

“You’re not, babe.”

“But I always ruin the moment.” She pouted.

“Do you see a speech therapist or, like, any type of therapist? Do you know why you laugh when you get nervous?”

“It’s been like this since I was a kid, and yeah, I do see someone. I mostly just warn people that I do it. I don’t know if anything happened to me…there’s really no medication I can take…”

“It doesn’t bother me, I honestly think it’s adorable.”

“But it’s so frustrating.”

“You don’t do it as much when we’re just kissing now, we just need to work on it.”

“Okay, thanks, Harry.”

She smiled and pecked his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He was right, it just took a little bit of time, and she didn’t giggle as much while they were making out or groping each other. She would mostly just smile against him, and he loved it. As long as she was having a good time with him, he didn’t really care if she needed to stop to have a giggle.

When it came time to get a tad more intimate, Y/N was feeling really proud of herself. She and Harry were making out on his couch one evening after a dinner date, she had unbuttoned his shirt to kiss down his stomach, and her hands had roamed down to his belt buckle.

“Is this okay?” She asked.

“Course, baby, go for it.” He smiled and she smiled back.

She bit her bottom lip as she undid his pants. She reached her hand inside his pants to palm him at first. She listened to how his breath hitched, feeling good about the way he was reacting to her touch. She was in the zone ready to go. She leaned up to kiss him while she reached inside his boxers to take him fully out. It was when she looked down at his full, hard length when she started giggling, which turned into a full laugh. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, she felt terrible, especially when she saw him growing softer.

“No, please!” She gripped him. “I’m so sorry!” She kept giggling.

“Y/N, Y/N!” He snatched her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Please, try to take a breath.”

She does her best to slow her breathing, but every time she looked down she had to bite back a giggle.

“Just, maybe don’t look at it?’ He suggested.

“I’m so sorry, I’m not laughing because anything’s wrong, it’s just so big and it took me by surprise is all. I really want to blow you, I just got a little nervous because I’m not sure how it’s supposed to fit down my throat.” Her cheeks were red from embarrassment, and her eyes were a little red from the tears that had formed from her laughter.

“No pressure, babe, just take what you can…I know it’s a lot.”

“I may keep my eyes closed…”

“Or just look at me…I sort of like the eye contact.” He blushed.

“Oh, Harry, I wouldn’t be able to keep it together if I looked up and saw you looking at me, I’m sorry.”

“Alright, uh, just try it your way then. It’ll still feel good.” He smiled reassuringly and she got to work.

She closed her eyes as she got her tongue on his tip. She worked over his slit before getting her mouth around him. She pumped what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. His head rolled back as she worked on him. It was a good blow job.

Y/N did a lot for Harry, and he desperately wanted to return the favor, but she just wasn’t ready. She was petrified of ruining the moment. He just wanted to make her feel good. They had been seeing each other for a few months now, he was in love with her, and he wanted to tell her, show her. So, Harry invited her out to his cabin by the lake for a weekend away. She was incredibly excited to have a long weekend away with her man. Things were going so well, her relationships never went this well. Most guys got annoyed with her giggling. Harry was so cool about it!

“Got everything?” He asks on the way up.

“Mhm, double checked my packing list.” She rests her hand on his as he drives. “This’ll be great, babe. Gonna put that new bathing suit I showed you to good use.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see you wear it.” He kisses her hand. “We’ll have our own little private beach too. I rented a boat for the weekend, we can have a little picnic on the lake.”

“You’re so romantic, I love you.” She let it slip, and then she bursts into laughter, clasping a hand over her mouth. Harry slowly pulls over, and parks the car. “What are you doing?! We’re on the highway.”

“What did you just say?” He turns his body to look at her, squeezing her hand.

“I…I said I love you, Harry.”

Just as she’s about to start laughing again, he cups her face and brings her in for a kiss. It’s tender, but needy. He sucks on her bottom lip before letting her go.

“I love you too.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do!” He laughs. “Was the whole point of bringing you up here, I was gonna tell you this weekend.”

“Great, another thing I ruined.” She pouts.

“No! No, babe, this was perfect. Takes all the pressure off now, I swear.”

“Okay.” She smiles.

He kisses her again before pulling back onto the road. He was right, it did take a lot of the pressure off. They each must have said it five more times on the car ride alone. He couldn’t get enough of it. They both get everything into the cabin, and then he shows her around. She uses the bathroom to freshen up, and then they spend the evening eating food off the grill, and cuddling by a small fire. They were curled up in a blanket looking up at the stars.

“Wanna head in?” He asks her.

“Yeah, that bed looks really comfortable.”

“It is.”

They hold hands as they walk inside. They both sit down on the bed and start kissing. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d be spending the night together, but Harry hoped it would be the first time she’d let him travel a little farther south. She had gotten used to him feeling her breasts, she liked the way he would knead them and tweak her nipples. She even made it through him sucking on them, but that took a bit for her to work up to.

His tongue was in her mouth and she couldn’t help but moan into him. She tugs at the hem of his shirt, and he breaks the kiss to get it off.

“Yours too?” He asks, just to make sure.

“Mhm.” She smiles and takes her shirt off. Her bra was cute, a lacey black number.

“This is so cute, baby.” He pouts. “Did you buy it for me?”

“I saw it while I was shopping for that bathing suit you can’t wait for me to wear.” She giggles.

“Is it part of, um, a matching set?”

“It is.” She giggles again. “Would you like to see?”

“God, yes.”

She stands up and undoes her pants. She lets them drop to the floor. His eyes gaze at her cheeky, lace, black underwear. She turns around in a circle so he can catch the curve of her bum. She looks down at him, and straddles his lap.

“What do you think?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

She cups his jaw and kisses him. She rolls her hips down on him and he groans against her.

“Will you let me make you feel good tonight?”

She blushes and bites her bottom lip harshly to stifle her giggle. She would not ruin the moment tonight. She takes a deep breath and nods her head yes. He lifts her up and lays her on the bed. He hovers over her and kisses on her neck, and down to the plushy parts of her breasts that were spilling out of the top of her bra. He’d get it off her later, he had more important things to do. He kisses down her stomach, and he can feel her tense up underneath him. He looks up at her, and she sends him a smile. He was surprised at how well she was doing.  He thought too soon, though, because when he started to kiss on one of her hips, a giggle broke out.

“Sensitive spot, keep going.” She smiles.

“So, I can take these off?”

“Mhm.” Her cheeks were even more red now. He felt terrible that he was doing this to her, but at the same time it was nice to know how much of an effect he had.

He hooks his fingers into her panties and drags them down her legs, tossing them aside. Her knees close quickly, and he looks at her.

“Babe.”

“Sorry.” She takes a deep breath. “You sure you want to? I could just bl-“

“Nope, sorry, tonight’s about you. Wanna show you how much I love you, Y/N.”

She starts giggling, but is able to control it as she opens her legs for him. She wanted this just as much, she just needed to calm down.

“Wanna suck on my fingers so they’re nice and wet for you?”

She nods and opens her mouth for him. She licks and sucks around his middle and index fingers. She smirked at him as she did it, and he just looked at her adoringly. He loved his baby girl so much. He retracts his fingers from her mouth and gently slides them up and down her slit. He rubs them around her folds, and instead of a laugh or a giggle like he was expecting, she lets out soft moans and whimpers. He uses his thumbs to spread her apart further so he can properly see her clit. He rubs circles into it and watches her face. Her mouth was open and her head was rolled back into the pillow.

He adjusts himself so he’s laying on his stomach before her. His fingers play around her center as he leans in. Just as he gets his tongue on her, she bursts out laughing. He looks up at her and sees her looking down at him.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know you were going to do that.” She giggles.

“What did you think I was doing down here?” He chuckles.

“I don’t know, I thought you were just going to finger me or something!” She laughs, tears in her eyes now. “I’m fine, I’m fine, go ahead.”

He smiles and shakes his head. He tries to flick his tongue on her clit, but she bursts out laughing again. Harry never got annoyed with her, but right now he just wished she could clam down.

“Just ignore me.” She says. “I’ll be able to get a grip, I’m sure of it.”

Harry takes a deep breath and tries to lick her through her giggles, she even bites down on her forearm to try to stifle her stupid laughter. She found herself having a full on fit, and she bursts into tears. Harry sits up to look at her. Now he really felt terrible.

“Hey.” He reaches to wipe her tears away. “It’s alright, we don’t have to do this tonight.”

“But I want you so bad! This is so frustrating, I bet it would feel really good.” She sniffles.

“You weren’t nervous when you thought I was just going to finger you. Maybe I could try that first to relax you, and then try my tongue again.”

“What’s the use? I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to dump me for some girl you could easily do these things with.” She pouts and wipes her eyes.

“Baby, don’t say stuff like that. I love you, I meant it when I said it. You’re worth it, you’re more than worth it. I can’t even think about wanting to be with anyone else.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” He kisses her lips and she pulls him close to her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. Let’s just have fun, yeah? This is supposed to be a good time. No pressure.”

“I really do want you to fuck me.”

“I have to prep you first, babe.” He kisses on her neck as his hand drags back now between her thighs. He slowly works his middle finger inside her. “How’s that?” He could tell she was doing better from the way she was sinking into the bed.

“Good.”

He works another finger into her and curls them up as he pumps them in and out. Her head rolls back again as he sucks on one of her nipples. He keeps her distracted with his skilled fingers as he kisses down her body again. He carefully wraps his mouth around her clit and sucks. Before she can really laugh or giggle, her throat gets caught in a moan. She pushes herself up on her elbows to look at him better. She was amazed by him, and what he was doing felt so good.

“Fuck, Harry!”

His eyes snap up to hers. She never really used words when they would do things like this. She’d moan and whimper, but she’s never said his name like that before. Harry loved talking dirty, but he kept it to a minimum because he just figured it would make her too nervous, and then she’d feel bad for giggling. He smirks at her as he laps around at her clit, his fingers still working wonders inside her.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make come, ugh!” She throws her head back and grinds her hips up towards him.

He found himself pressing his lower half into the mattress. He had never seen her like this, and it was doing something to him. She moans his name loudly as she comes to her release, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. He crawls back up her body so he’s hovering over her face.

“You did so well.” He kisses her. “I’m so proud of you.”

“It felt so good.” She kisses him and wraps her arms around his neck. “Please, fuck me, Harry.”

They had already discussed birth control and everything, and he trusted that she took her pill every day, so there was really no need for a condom. He could always pull out if she wanted him to. He lines himself up with her, and slowly starts to push inside. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to go in inch by inch.

“Goddammit, you’re so tight.” He groans. She bites her bottom lip and tries to breathe. “You feel so fucking good.” He says into her ear as he starts to move.

“I’m…I’m…” She starts giggling. “I’m so wet.” She bursts into laughter and so does he. He rocks in and out of her as they both laugh. “Sorry, I was trying to say something sexy, but…”

“It was plenty sexy.” He kisses on her neck. “And you are really wet.” He nibbles on her earlobe and she grits her teeth.

He was really stretching her out and it felt amazing. She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass. He kneads one of her breasts and it causes her to moan out again. Everything felt sensitive, she couldn’t take it anymore. His tip was hitting her g-spot in the most perfect way. She does something that surprises him. One of her hands slides up, and gently grips his throat. Her eyes were screwed shut, and he could tell from the way she was tightening around his dick that she was close.

“Oh, fuck!” She cries out as she comes around his cock. Her grips on his throat tightens as she rides it out.

His eyes roll into the back of his head, and he pulls out quickly to come on her stomach. He tries to catch his breath, but her hand is still on him. She was too busy looking at the come on her belly to notice.

“Babe.” He says weakly, and puts his hand over hers.

“Oh!” She giggles. “Sorry.” She lets go of him.

“No, that’s okay.” He leans in and kisses her cheek. “Let me get something to clean you up, be right back.”

She lays there waiting for him, and he comes back swiftly with a towel to clean her up. He tosses it to the floor and hops back on to the bed. He pulls her close to him, covering face with kisses. It makes her giggle, but not in a nervous way. It was genuine. She rolls onto her side and props herself up on her elbow.

“How do you feel?” He asks, rubbing at her side.

“Really good, that was fun.” She smiles. “Sorry if my giggles got in the way.”

“You don’t need to keep apologizing, I like laughing with you. You’re contagious.”

“But…doesn’t it take away from the passion?”

“Not really.” He shrugs. “Sex doesn’t need to be so serious, it’s fun, people should laugh more when they fuck.” He yanks her closer to him and buries his face in her chest. She plays with his hair as he nestles in. He plants kisses on her and she loves it. “Can’t get enough of you.” He mumbles and then looks up at her. “M’really happy, Y/N.”

“Me too.” She kisses his forehead and his eyes flutter closed.

She wondered if she’d get a chance to wear her bathing suit and go on the boat as he promised, or if they’d end up staying in the bed the entire weekend. She was spending time with her boyfriend, who loved every inch of her, inside and out, so it didn’t really matter with either way.

[moldisgoodforyou]

92 days

source: @obi-kin​

warnings: mentions of sexual content, cursing 

wordcount: 2k

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“Rafe, if you’re just gonna hang around, make yourself useful and start packing.” Sophie directed. He had been extra clingy in the month before she left (though she didn’t mind one bit), and was currently trying to tug her down onto the bed while she laid out clothes for her trip.

“Or, hear me out, what if you stayed and didn’t go at all?” He leaned over and hooked his fingers in the belt loop of her jeans, pulling her down onto his lap.

She frowned. “It’s only three months, baby -”

“I know, I know.” He quickly cut her off with a kiss, not wanting to make her feel bad. She’d picked up the pet name for him recently, and he suspected it was mainly out of her feeling a little guilt for leaving him, but he didn’t question it for a second. His hands found their familiar resting place on the curve of her hips. “I’m kidding, it’s okay. I know how long you’ve been dreaming of this.”

Sophie brightened a little and gave him a longer kiss, running her fingers through his hair before she climbed off his lap. “I’ll facetime you at least once a week, and I’ll call as much as I can. Okay?”

“Just once a week?” He scowled, flopping back into the bed when she moved off him. “That doesn’t sound like nearly enough talking.”

“Probably more, but I don’t know how busy I’ll be. I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep.” She kept carefully folding her shirts, her tongue poking out a little in concentration as she tried to get the perfect space-saving fold she’d seen in one of many packing YouTube videos she’d watched.

He smiled, just watching her for a moment. “What if you facetime me when you’re getting lunch? If you’re alone?”

She cocked her head. “You want to just sit there and watch me eat?”

“Well...yeah. I like just being around you.” He gestured to her suitcases and her current task at hand. “S’not like every conversation has to be riveting.”

Sophie smirked, teasing. “Aw, Rafe, you’re gonna miss me.”

He scowled again and stood, sliding both his arms securely around her from behind. “Course I’m gonna miss you. That’s...I don’t know how many days without you.”

She leaned back into him and rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment. “92. Until you visit.”

“Christ.” He mumbled into her hair, not having realized how long it truly was. He tried not to let himself think about it and to just enjoy their time while they were still physically together instead. “I’m visiting for two whole weeks, then I’m bringing you home with me.” He grinned and pressed a kiss to her temple. “And I was thinking...what if we didn’t stay in Barcelona the whole time?”

She turned in his arms, looking up at him curiously. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. If you’re down. I know you’re doing a few trips while you’re there, but. Maybe I could plan it for us?”

She furrowed her brow a little. “Like a surprise?”

“No, I know you hate those.” He grinned knowingly as she gave him a sheepish smile. “We could pick the places together though, and I can figure out all the logistics and stuff.” Before she could open her mouth again, he sensed her hesitation and quickly added, “And I want to take care of it. All of it.”

“Rafe -” She started to protest, thinking of his typical standard for vacations he’d been on with his family.

“Please? We can stay in cool student hostels and take train rides and everything, I won’t make it fancy. Promise.” He gave her a forehead kiss in hopes of convincing her, knowing that usually broke her down.

“Hm...” She glanced up, seeming to calculate the days in her head. “At least give me three days to show you around in Barcelona, and we have a deal. But I get to pick the hostels.”

He grinned, giving her a big kiss. “You got it.”

She smiled back against his lips, leaning more into him as he slid his hands under the hem of her shirt and up her sides, distracted for a moment. After a couple minutes of slow, lazy kissing, she pulled away when he teasingly bit her lower lip. “Wait, no, I have to pack -”

“No, Soph -” He groaned, trying to kiss her again. She dodged it and his lips brushed against her ear instead, then she pushed him back a little with one hand on his chest. “Let me finish this suitcase and then we can do whatever you want.”

“Whatever?” He raised his eyebrows, slowly smirking.

“Um...sure. I just need to finish folding these tops, then throw in socks and underwear. Put yourself to use and grab mine?” She gave him a quick kiss before slipping out of his loose grip, turning back to the bed to start folding.

He grinned and strolled over to her dresser behind her back, pulling out multiple lacy pairs that were hardly considered functional, until he found a sheer black bra with lace trim and little flowers embroidered on it shoved in the very back of the drawer. “Sophie Flint!”

She whipped around to see it dangling from his finger and stalked over, grabbing it away. “I didn’t say root around in the drawers!”

“You told me to pack! Why have you never worn that before?!”

She hid it behind her back, cheeks growing red. “It was supposed to be a surprise!”

“I mean, shit, consider me surprised.” A slow smirk spread across his face and he turned back to the drawer. “Is it a matching set?”

She jumped in front of the drawer, shaking her head quickly. “Stop, I don’t want you to see the rest.”

“There’s more?!”

“You’re ruining the surprise!” She laughed, trying to nudge him back with just her foot. “And the underwear you picked out is horrible, am I supposed to work out in a lacy thong? I rarely ever wear these.”

“I see absolutely no issue with that.” He grinned, trying to reach around her to grab the bra again. “I want to see that on you.”

“No, Rafe, not yet -”

“You leave in three days. How many more do you have?”

“Well maybe they weren’t all for you to see before I left.”

He frowned, tilting his head. “I don’t get it.”

“Think, Cameron.” She successfully nudged him away and stashed the bra back in her drawer, along with the underwear he picked out.

He stood there, extra confused. “It’s not for someone else.”

“Right.”

“But I can’t see it before you leave.”

“Correct.”

She swore she could see the wheels turning in his head. “Oh? Do you mean - ?”

She grinned, confirming his suspicions. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. You’ll have to wait and see.”

His eyes lit up and he grabbed her around the waist abruptly, lifting her off the ground. “Tell me!”

Sophie giggled, squirming in his arms. “I’m not gonna tell you! Let me go!”

He laughed and tossed her onto the bed unceremoniously, then leaned over her, skating his fingers up her sides. She pushed on his chest gently, shaking her head with a smile. “Rafe, c’mon.”

He crawled over her and kissed her, long and slow. When he finally pulled away to take a breath, his fingers tangled in her hair, he sighed. “God, I’m gonna miss the hell out of you.”

She frowned and cupped his cheek, keeping him close. “Stop, I don’t want to think about it just yet. Don’t get sad on me.”

Rafe rolled over to lay next to her, head propped up on his elbow. “Promise me you won’t leave me for some handsome Spaniard?”

“I would never, don’t even joke about it.” She scowled and he instinctively reached out, smoothing his thumb over the bridge of her nose. She immediately broke into a grin. “Eres mía, pase lo que pase.”

“Hey, don’t forget your boyfriend is stupid and only knows English.” He teased, leaning over to kiss her again.

“You’re not stupid, I don’t like when you say that.” She frowned and kissed him harder, as if it was reassurance. “I said you’re mine, no matter what.”

“I like the sound of that.” He nudged his nose against hers, just wanting to be impossibly close. “We’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Yeah. We’ll be just fine.” Sophie reached out and pulled him closer, wrapping her arm around his waist. “Wish I could take you with me.”

“That’d be a hell of a lot more fun than my dad’s office.” His face fell just thinking about it. “It’s gonna be so boring.”

“Didn’t you apply to that internship?” She questioned, cocking her head. “So you could stay here with Colin?”

“Yeah, I haven’t heard back yet though. And it wouldn’t start ‘til the middle of June, so I would have to be at home for a while anyways.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it. You’re smart, you know that. Don’t get in your head like you do.” Sophie started kissing along his jawline, down his neck.

He let his eyes fall shut and his head drop back, practically melting under her touch. “Hey. Angel.”

“Hm?” She hummed against his skin, pushing the hem up his shirt up his chest. Rafe threaded his fingers through her hair, letting out a satisfied noise when she started working at his belt. “Aren’t you - don’t you -”

She glanced up, amused by how easy she could distract him. “Use your words, handsome.” She nipped along his hipbone, soothing over the spots with her tongue right after.

“Your packing...” He mumbled.

“Oh!” She rolled off him immediately and he groaned when her hand brushed over his length, then reached out for her. “Wait, no, Soph, don’t leave me hanging -”

“Give me ten minutes and I can finish this suitcase.” She promised, her other task at hand instantly forgotten as she started folding more clothes.

“Sophieee.” He whined, drawing out the vowels. “Three minutes.”

“Eight.”

“Five.”

“Seven. Or help me, and it can be five.”

“You already yelled at me for folding something the wrong way earlier,” he pointed out with a grumble.

“Okay, so seven.” She shot him a grin and he shook his head, sighing. “You’re the biggest tease I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not teasing! I told you I had to pack even if you came over!” She replied, indignant. “It’s not my fault, I get distracted when it comes to you.”

“Yeah?” He propped himself up on his elbows, grinning.

“Yeah. You’re pretty.”

He blushed and immediately went to rub the back of his neck, flustered. “Pretty? You mean handsome.”

“No, I mean pretty.” She laughed and leaned over, running her finger along the contours of his face. “I like your cheekbones, and your strong jaw, and the way your hair flops into your eyes when it gets a little too long.”

“Soph.” He scowled, poking his tongue out to lick her finger when she ran it over her lips. She laughed, wiping it on his cheek. “Gross. I like your lips - and what they can do to me -”

“Dirty girl.” He grinned and she shoved at his chest. “Shut up, I’m not done. I like when you don’t shave for a few days and you get this shadow, it makes you look a little older and it’s really hot.” She paused, skating her knuckle along his jawline. “But don’t take that as an invitation to grow a beard.”

“I’m gonna try when you’re gone. Just for kicks.” He teased.

She rolled her eyes and pulled away to finish packing, tucking the last shirt into her carefully placed sections then zipped it shut easily. “There, done. I’m all yours.”

He grinned and tugged her back down on top of him immediately, hands going straight to her waist. “That’s what I like to hear.”

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