#oh? what’s that noise? oh it’s my timer I set to go jump off a cliff!

[sukiipjs]

❧ POSITIVE

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↳ chris sturniolo x fem reader

↳ words - 717

↳ summary - you find out your pregnant and freak out, chris assures that it’s all going to be okay.

↳ contains - fluff, swearing, crying/panic attack, pregnancy, pet names (baby), use of y/n, idkkk

↳ song - nothing matters but you by madison beer

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i’m currently freaking out, waiting for the pregnancy test to reveal its results. i’m a week late and i’m always the one to jump to assumptions so here we are. me and chris have seen together for about a year, maybe some day we would have kids but not now, definitely not now.

i’m pacing in the bathroom the test on the counter next to my phone with a timer, almost over. “oh my god, oh my god, fuuuck,” i mutter to myself, overthinking about everything that would change, everything that could go wrong, only thinking of the bad.

my timer going off stops me in my tracks and i walk to the counter, turning off my phone and peering over to look at the test, it’s positive. my mouth opens slightly as i stare at the test on the verge of tears. i grab another from the box and using that one, before i know it my timer goes off, positive, again.

“oh my god,” i bury my eyes in my palms, tears dripping down my cheeks as i cry into my hands, “no no no...” i grab the tests and sink down onto the floor leaning on the side of the bathtub, hiding the tests on my stomach as i bring my knees to my chest, burying my head into my knees, crying and crying. i don’t know if i’m sad, happy, confused, scared, excited, or all…

i don’t hear but the front door opens and chris calls out, “baby i’m here!” i ignore, not even sure if i did hear him. i continue crying on the bathroom floor, freaking out. i assume he hears me crying out when he opens the bathroom door to find me, “baby?” i cry even more, baby? hearing it now is totally different.

he kneels down on the floor in front of me, grabbing my hands off my knees to hold them in his hands as i lift my head up, “what’s wrong? talk to me,” i try to open my mouth to speak, it’s too hard. i cant. what if he leaves me? i don’t want to think of this right now.

“it’s okay.. it’s all okay, just what’s wrong?” he brings his arms around me, giving me a hug then going back to holding my hands. i can’t speak, all noise from me stops and i just sob. one of his hands reach to my face, wiping off some of my tears. i reach one of my hands to grab the tests that are on my lap, holding them tight until i drop them on the floor beside us. chris turns his head to see them on the floor, he picks up both, taking a moment to look and process what they are, “oh my god.”

he drops them back on the floor and i bury my head into my hands again, trying to hide myself from him. he reaches for a tissue box and setting it next to me, i left my head up again, my heart skipping beats, my breath hiccuping, tears running down my face. “y/n… it’s okay, breathe okay?” he smiles softly, his hand guiding mine to my chest, “focus on your breaths, you’re okay,” i start to take deep breaths until i catch my breath, grabbing a tissue and wiping off my tears.

“chris..” i say softly, my eyes puffy and nose red. “how.. how do you feel about this?” he smiles a little more, rubbing his thumb on the hand he holds, “you know i love kids,”

“yeah but we never thought about this now? your career and everything, this wasn’t supposed to happen now,” i sigh, i feel like my tears are coming back. he chuckles a little, “but it did happened now, we’re going to get through this okay? this is amazing, we’re going to have a baby,” he smiles even more, pulling me in for a kiss. now i start smiling too.

“i love you chris,” he kisses my forehead, “i love you too, and i promise, it’s all okay, yeah?” i nod, both of us smiling, and now i think of the good things. we’re going to be parents, us together, raising a child. there’s no one else i would rather to that with than him.

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[shownusgfayoooo]

cooking something special

pairing: san x reader

genre: fluff, insecurity so teeny bit of hurt/comfort

words: 1.7k

warnings: burn injury, language (barely once), suggestive

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You hissed as your finger caught the edge of the boiling pot you had just dumped veggies into. In your rush you were being careless. You barely had two seconds to run the burn under cold water before the timer was ringing, and you ran to the oven to pull out the pie you were baking. Trying to be extra careful, you gingerly pulled the pan out, only to crumble when you saw that the crust had burned. You had checked it barely four minutes ago, and it was fine!

You set the pie down on the cooling rack and stared at it sadly for a beat. Before you could wallow and throw in the towel, the bubbling noises from the stove alerted you to the stew you were still in the process of cooking. 

You huffed and stirred the spoon as you watched the stew like a hawk. You were not going to sit down or take your eyes from this for a second lest it burn too. Half of your planned meal had already failed, you’d be damned if this half was unsuccessful, too. 

It’s true that cooking was not your forte, but you had just been wanting to do something nice for your boyfriend for once. He showered you with such love and tender care all the time that your heart could burst. And you were so happy with him- you just wanted to give him a fraction of the happiness he gave to you. 

The heat was starting to get to you. You could feel that your face was flushed and probably bright red from the combined heat of the open flame on the stove and the still-running oven. Your hair was starting to stick to your neck uncomfortably, but a quick glance to your wrist confirmed that you didn’t have your usual hair tie on you. And there was no chance you were leaving the food unsupervised for even a second again, so you resolved to just stand there miserably and hope the sacrifice was enough to make the meal you were cooking turn out at least edible. 

It had been five minutes of watching the veggies slowly soften and cook and stirring so often that your arm was starting to cramp, when you were suddenly startled by arms around your waist. 

You jumped and half turned to see that San was home early. “You scared the shit out of me!” You smiled and half heartedly swatted his arm that was around your stomach . 

His chuckle reverberated against your back. “Sorry, baby. I did try to call to you a few times but..”

“Oh, I probably couldn’t hear you because the exhaust was on.” You gestured up at the hood of the stove which was noisily blasting air. 

“Yeah, speaking of. What are you doing?”

You turned in his arms but just enough so that you could still side eye the pot. He came to stand beside you at the stove instead of behind you. 

You looked up at him, wide eyes earnest. “I was just trying to do something nice for you, San.”

He dimpled at you. “That’s sweet, my love.” Then, he paused, properly taking in your expression and general run-down demeanor . “But, why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

Your pout slipped into a full grimace as tears sprung to your eyes. You wailed, “I BURNED THE PIE! And I burned my finger. And I don’t even know if this is going to be good, but I spent FOUR hours making this, and I’m hot and my feet hurt, and now I can’t remember if I missed a step in the recipe.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss against the burn on your index finger. “Y/N, baby. It’s okay. I’m sure it’s great, even the burned pie. I’m going to eat all of it regardless and enjoy it.”

“No!” Your voice came out as a sob. His startled eyes looked up at yours from where he was still gently placing kisses on your burned finger. “I can’t make you eat something that’s a carcinogen! I’m throwing the pie. And, if this tastes like shit too, I’m going to- omg what if it’s poisonous? What if it makes you sick? I can’t do that to you.” You fretted and wrung your hands. 

He stepped closer and brushed a piece of hair off your sweaty forehead before grabbing your hands and squeezing them comfortingly. “What’s really going on baby?” His eyes darted between yours, looking for an answer. “It’s okay. It’s not a big deal- we can always order out.”

You sighed and pressed your head against his chest. Your voice was small as you answered. “I just wanted to do something special for you.” His hands rubbed up and down your back sweetly. “Because you are the best, San, and I just wanted to do something for you for once because you always do the most for me and everyone else in your life and I love you so much and I’m so happy but what if I don’t make you as happy as you make me?”

He pulled back urgently to look you straight in the eyes. “Whoa whoa whoa. Let’s correct that right now.”

You sniffled as you looked at him, the hard look in his eyes. “Y/n. You make me so so happy. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, and that’s all because of you. You don’t need to do anything to make me happy. You just need to breathe and live,” you smiled at him tremulously and he let out a breath and continued, “and let me be close to you and maybe let me kiss you and take care of you and share your time,” you giggled, “but even that’s being a little greedy.”

His thumb brushed at the corner of your eyes where the tears hadn’t dried yet. “I’m serious. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and that was before we even started dating. You are special. You talking or even smiling at me is special to me; there is absolutely no need to do all this.” He gestured at the mess that was strewn about the kitchen. 

You pushed yourself back into his arms, the tension seeping out of your shoulders. “I love you, San. Thank you for saying all of that. I’m relieved.”

He massaged your shoulders as he pulled you back in, relieved to see you smile for the first time since he stepped in the kitchen. “I love you, too, Y/n. I’ll remind you 3000 times if I have to.” 

You smiled and pressed a kiss against his chest. You lingered in his embrace for a moment more, really savoring it, before you pulled back. “But I still have to finish this.”

He smiled, “Okay, then let me help.”

And help he did. With the addition of San’s hands in the kitchen, the work seemed easier and was done quicker and better. He even helped with the heat. He managed to open the windows that were always jammed shut, though it did take all of his muscle strength. While he kept watch over the pot on the stove, he redirected you to keep you away from the flame, so you started on the dishes. 

You were almost done when he startled you again. His gentle hands lifted the hair off your shoulders before carefully gathering it into a ponytail that he secured with the elastic on his wrist. One he started wearing when he started dating you so that you would always have one near if you needed it. You were rinsing the last pan as he tied your hair and you placed it in the drying rack, wanting to turn to him. But, he didn’t let you move. Instead, one arm came down to cage you against the counter while the other held your pony to the side. His lips pressed to your neck. You gasped. He placed another kiss, a millimeter lower. “San.”

“Yes, baby?” He murmured against your skin before continuing to press kisses down. 

You lost your train of thought as his lips met the junction of your neck and shoulder and marked a new path. His fingers were cold as he moved your bra strap down so that his lips could continue charting their path. You shivered against him, a moan threatening to break loose. 

“San.”

“Mhm.” His hand that had been holding your pony to the side let go and came down to wrap around you and pull you flush against him. You dug your fingers into his forearm. His lips didn't move away from your skin for even a second.

You were so lost in the sensation that it was with great effort, you managed to say, “the food.”

“It was done cooking a few minutes ago.” His lips continued pressing kisses against your skin, and now your head was spinning, but not from the heat of the kitchen, but from the heat of his touch. “And it tasted delicious.”

You relaxed against him, the fight leaving you. He placed another lingering kiss before turning you in his arms. You blinked up at him. 

His eyes were on your lips. “If it’s alright with you, though, I think I’d rather eat later.”

You swallowed as his finger gently traced the outline of your lips. His eyes flickered up and you realized belatedly that he was expecting an answer. Fuck the food, you thought, you wanted to see where next his lips would make their journey across your skin. You had barely just nodded before his lips crashed down on yours. You kissed him back just as enthusiastically. He lifted you up into his arms and out of the kitchen. 

When you did get around to eating the meal you had cooked several hours later, you were pleasantly surprised and relieved to find that it was delicious. And even if it was special, the moments you shared with San were more special. You giggled as he slurped at the stew like a man starved, tried to swat him off the pie as he ate around the burned crust, and fell in love with him even more with every sweet kiss he pressed upon you in between bites. 

[straight4joekeery]

Not to mention how god awful this is going to be. The fun part is it’s like 392628 fics in one! It’s so all over the place it makes me want to cut my fingers off! 😁🙏🏻 at this point it’s not even a ficlet tbh. Also the part count is now 7-9 🥲

Edit 😈:Also hope y’all aren’t TOO emotional cause if you cry at small things, part 4 may get y’a. Oops. (It’s not that bad I swear. (I say that but I also said that “this fic isn’t so bad I swear” and that was a lie))

Edit 2 because I’m rebloging too much: I am stressing so bad. I have like everything pretty much planned out I just don’t have a good order. UGHHHHH. This is so stupid. I’m so stupid. Everything is stupid. (that’s a part 4 reference that you wouldn’t get because I’m cooler then you 😎). (Congrats! You get it now!)

Edit 3: um so part 5. Steve is. There. And. Uh. He’s. Not happy? Like not sad but like yes sad. Like mad. Like this man is about to go crazy. Anyways. That’s your spoiler if the day. RAHH ALSO IM STARTING TO NOT HATE IT!!! YIPPEE

Guys please be concerned for my mental health. I might actually commit to writing a ficlet. It came to me and a dream and I decided “sure”. Yippee!

(Please give me advice I literally beg you)

[hippiemisfit]

Hush (J.K.) 1

Chapter one- The Meeting

Word Count: 1,523 Warning: mentions of death, scary jk, crazy jk, intimidation, no smut in this chapter

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Breaking News. The Silent Killer has struck again. Everyone in the Marion County area should lock their doors and stay inside.

There has been a report of a killer at large and he was late spotted in that area. I would even go as far to suggest to even turn off the lights in your house and television, so that he thinks you aren't home.

If you see him or think you've seen him contact the police immediately. He is a crazed sociopath and he doesn't care what age or gender you are. Be safe. Now on to the weather."

I turned off the TV. 

  Scary much. Like he won't enter a person's house just because the lights are off. That seems more inviting than if all the lights were on. Then he would just think you weren't home and he would really enter the place.

And how are we supposed to know if we see him or not. No one has seen him, so calling the police makes no sense. Unless the police are just going to go around and look for any male walking around the streets.

And he just had to go and kill someone while I'm home alone. I mean, I don't want him to kill anyone but gosh, he couldn't have done it when there wasn't just me and Poco here? 

"Speaking of Poco where is he?" I ranted to myself.

The Quiet Killer is all the news would talk about for the past couple of months. He got his name because every person he killed, he would cut out their tongue so they wouldn't be able to yell for help while he tortured them.

How a person could do that to someone else is terrifying to me. He leaves no witnesses and even if he did they're probably too scared to come forward in case he comes for them. Every time the cops ask for tips to help close the case, nothing comes of it.

I got off the couch and went to turn on the porch light. I made sure every window was locked and if the back door was locked which it was. I found Poco asleep on his bed so I left him be and went upstairs. I entered my bedroom, flicking on my light switch, and closed the door. I looked around my messy room and shrugged my shoulders.

Oh well I'll clean it in the morning.

I flicked back off the light and went over to my bed, laying down. I reached over to my night stand and turned on my starry night projector. The purple light filled up the room and the ceiling filled itself with stars. I made sure to set a timer on the projector before I settled back on the bed. I closed my eyes and was about to drift off to sleep until I heard a banging noise coming from downstairs.

Ok, Mahj you should know better than to go downstairs where the noise is coming from. You have watched to many horror movies, against your will, and you should know that you never go where the noise is. Unfortunately for me, I'm upstairs so in order to get out of the house I HAVE to go down the stairs.

I got up off of the bed and walked to the door, but almost bit the dust over one of my shoes on the floor.

Should've cleaned it earlier. 

I cracked the door open and peeked out. I didn't see anything happening in the hallway so it was confirmed the noise was coming from downstairs.

It sounds like they are still downstairs but I'm sure I checked every lock before I came up here.

I tiptoed near the stairs and I could still hear the banging. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen.

Well then that's the place to avoid.

I tiptoed down the stairs and headed to the door.

Well I almost got to the door, the banging got closer to me, so being the dumbass I am I jumped over the couch. Thank god for carpet. My body fell with a soft thud on the floor.

I heard the banging get louder and then go back into the kitchen. I slowly made my way towards the end of the couch and peeked into the kitchen. What I saw made me feel pretty damn stupid.

It turns out the banging noise was just Poco running into the kitchen table with a pot on his head, making the chair meet the table with a bang. I walked over to the kitchen and turned on the light. I walked over to the crazy husky to see what was wrong with him.

"Poco, chill out dude. What's wrong?" I asked taking off the pot and grabbing him by his face. His eyes were slowly drifting closed but then popped open only for them to start drifting again.

"Poco?" I checked his body for any injuries and saw a needle sticking out of his side. "What?" I said taking it out of his side," Where did this come from?"

"Your dog was going to make too much noise so I had to shoot him with a tranquilizer dart. It's taking a while to take effect but it'll settle in soon. You know I can't  be doing my job right if I let someone make some noise. Even though it didn't matter since he made enough going down and caught your attention before I could make my surprise appearance. Don't worry about him, he'll be fine," I heard a deep voice say from behind me.

I turned around to see a dark figure wearing a hoodie sitting in a chair in the living room.

How did I not see him when I was over there?

I went to turn on the light but stopped when he said,"Don't."

I stepped back from the light switch. "Who are you and how did you get in here?"

I saw him cock his head to the side," Who do you think I am?"

"I think you're the quiet killer," I said shaking in fear.

"That's incorrect," he said slightly offended by me saying his name wrong, "It's the Silent Killer and to answer your second question, you forgot to lock the kitchen window," he said.

"What are you talking about? I did lock it." I said trying to trace back my steps and I'm sure that I locked the window. 

He chuckled," Babe you didn't, trust me."

I took a step back when I saw him lift up from the chair and start to walk towards me. "Are you afraid of me, Mahj?"

No shit.

I started to walk back faster, "How do you know my name?"

"I know everything about you Mahj. I've been watching you for a while," he walked over to the kitchen light switch and flicked it off.

I walked back into the counter and he came over, caging me in.

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked.

He ran his finger down my face," No I'm not going to kill you. I would never do that to you Mahj. At least not yet, we'll see what the future holds for us. Really I just came to introduce myself to you."

I felt him rub something wet on face, "We're gonna have so much fun together Mahj. I can tell already."

A tear came out of my eye and before I could wipe it away, he did. "Don't cry beautiful. I'm not worth your tears neither happy nor sad. I'll be seeing you again soon, I promise."

He leaned in and placed his lips on mine. It was a simple peck but for some fucked up reason I felt sparks.

Mahj what the fuck is wrong with you?

I turned my head away from his lips and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He chuckled," Soon you'll be begging for a kiss from me babe."

I felt more tears come down my face. He grabbed my head and made me face him.

I tried to see his face but he was wearing a mask underneath his hoodie. The only thing I could see was his green eyes.

"What did I just say about crying Mahj?"

I sniffled," You told me not to," I squeaked out.

"I see you can remember instructions but you can't follow them. We're going to have to fix that but not right now, I have to go for real this time. I'm needed elsewhere."

He stepped back from me,"Tell no one that I was here, Ok. I don't want to have to hurt- well I don't really mind having to hurt someon- anyway I don't want to have to kill anyone because of you running your mouth babe," he took my face in his hands," Do you understand?"

I nodded my head which he didn't like. " I need words," he said gripping my face tighter.

"I understand." I said trying to keep it together.

"Good girl," he said, releasing his grip on my face and kissing my forehead.

That's the last thing I remember happening before everything went completely black.

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Authors note.

This was originally written a few years ago so please be mindful of errors that haven’t been fixed but I hope you like the story. 😊

[hellfirexhoe]

ice cream thighs | eddie x fem!reader

summary: its your first “real” date with eddie after you guys hooked up, he wants to make sure you know that he cares and isn’t just in it for the sex

2.4k words

warnings: minors DNI, 18+ smut, penetration, p in v unprotected, fingering, oral (f! receiving),  squirting, food kink if you squint, creampie, domestic eddie?

It’s the smell that unnerves you first, as you exit your car outside Eddie’s trailer. Or rather, the absence of any smell? Usually you can smell the weed and you guess, muskiness of the trailer before you step out, but today there’s none of that. Another sniff confirms the smell of burning. This is just weird, you think to yourself as you knock at his door.

Eddie answers, flustered and with sauce on his shirt,

“You’re early!” You look at your watch, and turn it to him,

“6pm? That was what you said wasn’t it?”

“Oh shit, uhm okay just wait here like two seconds okay?” The door shuts in your face as you hear assorted crashing noises and curses coming from Eddie’s mouth. This is already turning out to be a hell of a first date.

The door finally opens again and you raise an eyebrow at him,

“Are you ready to go or do you need another minute?”

“Go? Oh no, I cleaned this place, I’ve cooked, we’re hanging out here tonight.” Cooked? That could explain the burning smell, your stomach twists with nerves, you were a picky eater and weren’t sure how politely you could swallow down burnt food. You step in the trailer nervously, Eddie takes your coat and places a gentle kiss on your neck as you take in the sight before you. It’s clean. Like really, truly clean and tidy. You’re lead over to a table and chair set up, with a tablecloth? You’ve known the Munson’s for years and you have never known them to own tablecloths, you look closer and see the buttons of a bedsheet skimming the floor and you smile, Eddie has thrown what you can only hope to be clean bedsheets over the table,

“I just- I wanted it to be nice for you, I wanted to take you somewhere else but the money situation is just a bit tight at the moment, I’m really sorry.” Eddie suddenly feels foolish at his attempts to make the trailer seem anything other than a trailer, you turn around and kiss the tip of his nose,

“Don’t be silly, this is wonderful, at least this way I can jump your bones straight after dinner without upsetting other diners.” You grin up at him and he returns your smile, feeling much less silly.

“Well, shoes off, don’t you go making the carpet all messy now,” You obey, glancing at the carpet wondering if it had always been beige. A timer dings and Eddie dons oven mits as he pulls something out of the oven, you watch nervously expecting something that resembles coal more than food but to your surprise he pulls out a perfect looking roast chicken. You try to look around sneakily, to identify what the smell of burning was and he catches you,

“So I may have burnt the first one and then had to go out to the store and get a replacement.” You try to hold back a giggle as you can easily picture the panic on poor Eddie’s face as he pulled a charred bird from the oven. “Give me a break, I’ve never really cooked before!” Pink tinges his cheeks as he watches your face,

“Sorry, sorry, promise I’m not laughing at you. You know you didn’t need to go to the trouble or expense right? We could have just made mac n cheese together and I’d have been happy.”

“Ah yes but then I wouldn’t get to watch you enjoy my cooking with smug satisfaction and spend the rest of the evening referring to myself as a domestic goddess,” He bounces his curls like a ‘50s housewife in a way that makes you snort laugh. He starts serving up the chicken with some vegetables and places the mismatched plates down at the table before you. You nervously take a small bite, unsure of what to expect but to your joy, it’s delicious. Eddie is watching you, you’re fairly certain he hasn’t taken a breath since you first lifted your cutlery so you smile and nod at him reassuringly,

“It’s so good!” He smiles at your praise,

“Really? You promise you’re not just saying it because you know I slaved away over a hot stove all day for you?” You shake your head, unwillingly to pause eating to talk. You both finish your plates quickly and Eddie looks so pleased that you enjoyed your dinner. He scoops up the plates and places them in the sink before turning back to you,

“So for dessert I got a bit lazy,” He confesses, pulling a tub of ice cream out of the freezer and grabbing two spoons before taking you over to the sofa, you notice a stack of tapes on the table and raise an eyebrow at him,

“Am I really on a dinner and movie date with Eddie Munson right now?” He nods,

“What can I say? I’m nothing if not original with my date ideas.” He pushes the tapes towards you, “You pick, I’ll be happy as long as you’re curled up in my lap while we watch.” You eye the stack, its an incredibly odd mix, you spot Sixteen Candles on top of Nightmare on Elm Street and look at up at him, realizing he got such a mix because he wasn’t sure what movies you like,

“We’ve been friends for years Munson, how come you don’t know my movie preferences?”

“I know your movie preferences, just wanted to cover all bases in case for all these years you’ve been pretending to like horror movies for my benefit.” He says smiling sweetly at you as he pops a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. You roll your eyes and pass him the tape for Nightmare on Elm Street, you had been to see at the cinema when it first released and remembered how Eddie had kept his hands locked tight on the arm rests as if he was afraid to touch you. This time was much different, he pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he fed you ice cream while you watched.

Barely ten minutes has passed before you notice that your ass is being poked by Eddie, you smile slyly to yourself as you shift around on him, feeling him stiffen around you.

“Getting comfy there?” He breathes a little heavier than normal as he speaks to you,

“Yep, that’s better.” You smile with faux innocence up at him, that’s when dabs your nose with the ice cream covered spoon, the cold making you scrunch your nose before you feel his warm tongue licking it off, then a kiss is placed on your nose, before his lips meet yours finally. You shift off of his lap, pulling him with you so he’s laying on top of you, fingers holding him in place by his shirt. Eddie moans as he presses his hips to yours, his jeans are now painstakingly tight over him as you feel just how hard he is. You feel his hand scrambling on the floor, looking for something and then hear the tv click off.

You break the kiss first, begrudgingly requiring oxygen, Eddie lets you catch your breath while he sits up, running his hands over your stocking covered legs, admiring your thighs in particular. You moan softly, loving the way his hands feel over you, wondering why you guys weren’t always touching each other throughout your whole friendship. Eddie comes back down to kiss you again, and you wrap your legs at his waist and arms around his neck to hold him closer to you, feeling his jean clad cock twitch as you grind on it.

Eddie breaks the kiss this time, removing his shirt and closing his eyes as your fingers trace the tattoo on his chest, you’d sat beside him when he’d had that one done and joked about getting a matching one on your ass, and Eddie had secretly prayed you would, mostly so he could get a glimpse of your ass but also because the thought of you having something on your skin that linked you to him permanently turned him on. Unfortunately you’d gone with a floral design on your wrist, the design that he now kissed as he grabbed your hand from tracing the design on him. He kisses from your wrist, up to your arm before grabbing your other hand and pulling you into sitting, reaching around you to get the zipper on your dress, in one swift motion the dress is falling down your torso and you stand to wriggle out of it. You hear a sharp intake of breath from Eddie and look over, wondering if it was the fact that you were wearing a red bra, his favourite colour on you or if it was the fact he could now see there was no underwear beneath your stockings. Probably the latter.

Eddie pulls you back to him, pushing you back down on the sofa and kissing you feverishly, big hands groping your breasts and making you moan into his mouth. He pulls away,

“What do you need princess?”

“You, fuck I need you now.” You cry out pathetically, desperate for more. Without waiting even a second longer Eddie’s hands are ripping apart your stockings at the soaked centre, the sound of ripping fabric and knowing his desperation only serving to arouse you further. Then he shifts away from you for a second, a sly smirk on his face as he retrieves the forgotten ice cream tub from the floor and spoons the cold dessert on your thighs, making you squeal at the sudden temperature change. Eddie’s head ducks down to lick the ice cream off your thighs, biting as he cleans you up.

“Didn’t say I was done with dessert, did I?” You laugh as he begins to place ice cream on a slow trail to your pussy, finally placing the cold spoon on your clit, making your hips buck at the attention. Once again the biting cold is replaced by his hot tongue, tracing the melted trail back to your soaked pussy, this time he  doesn’t pull away, he starts licking stripes up and down your pussy, ice cream on his tongue mixing with your wetness and making you cry out from the stimulation. His lips pull your clit into his mouth as he starts to gently suck against your most sensitive spot, a ringed finger gently probing your opening before slipping in with no resistance. Your hands immediately tangle in his hair, hips lifting off the sofa, pulling him closer and closer as his tongue and fingers work in tandem to bring you closer and closer to your orgasm. Lewd sounds of your wetness, Eddie sucking and your moans fill the trailer. The sensation and the sounds push you over the edge and white spots completely flood your vision as you orgasm, grinding your hips onto Eddie’s face, never wanting the sensation to stop, you can feel your pussy clamping down on his fingers, drawing them deeper as you squirt all over his hand and face.

Eddie’s face, dripping with you, appears in your line of sight once more, his eyes are wild and he has the biggest smile on his face, “Fuck, there’s my messy girl!” Eddie stands to remove his trousers and boxers in a swift motion, “Do you want me princess?” You nod wordlessly, hoping that will be enough but Eddie smirks at you, shaking his head,

“Uh uh I need words baby, I want you to tell me exactly what you need me to do to you to make you feel so good.” He drags his tip over your clit achingly slowly and you swallow and take shaky breaths before you try to speak,

“I want you, I want you to fuck me into this sofa until we’re both broken and sweating and the neighbours know exactly what you’ve been doing to me.” You pant out, trying to line his cock up with you as you speak, Eddie’s eyes are wide as he listens to your speech, as soon as you’re done speaking he is inside you, balls deep, tip practically hitting your cervix. You cry out as he does so, loving the stretch your pussy has to do to accommodate him. Eddie draws back slowly, letting you feel every vein in his cock against your walls, before pushing back in deeply, making you purr in pleasure.

“Fuck, more Eddie, please I need it faster,” He dips his lips to your neck as he picks up his pace, the sweet nothings he’s whispering falling on deaf ears as all your senses tune into the sweet sensation of his cock slamming in and out of you, his fingers slipping between you to stroke your clit in time with his thrusts. Your pussy begins to clamp down on him, forcing him to slow down as you get closer to your peak, “Shit, so fuckin’ tight for me baby, you gonna milk my cock for cum tonight?” Eddie’s voice manages to break through your pleasure and you nod frantically, too cockdrunk to speak,

“You’re taking me so well baby, like this pussy was absolutely made for me.” Eddie’s filthy words making you pull him closer, wrapping yourself around him as you feel your orgasm building, Eddie begins to fuck you harder, sweat dripping off of him, determined to make you finish before he fills you up, and then its happening, white hot pleasure erupts from your stomach, burning down all of your nerve endings making you cry and scream out his name, Eddie watches you and with another thrust he is coming undone inside you, flooding your pussy with his cum as he bites down harshly on your shoulder. He collapses onto you, trying to not crush you but you couldn’t care if he did.

“Was that what you had in mind?” He pants, laughing slightly.

“M-mhm, that was exactly what I wanted.” You hug him close to you, your sweaty skin sticking to him. You can feel his cum inside you and you feel bad that you might have wrecked his clean sofa, you raise this concern to him and he laughs,

“Wreck my sofa, I wrecked these pretty stockings.” He laments running his hands over the ripped fabric. You shake your head “‘s different Eddie.” Eddie climbs off of you and scoops you up, checking the sofa underneath you, grinning wide when he sees the wet patch he helped you to make. You catch a glimpse and turn red, it was so obvious.

“Relax, I’ll sort it out. Domestic goddess remember?” Eddie kisses your temple as he carries you into the bathroom so he can help you shower.

[miraculouscontent]

A Change of Heart (post-”Miraculous New York”)

"Kaalki, divide!"

Ladybug felt Kaalki's light wash over her, the kwami emerging and flying a small distance away. They were up on one of the rooftops in New York, overlooking an interview that was happening on the street.

Kaalki hummed in interest, taking the time to see the tall buildings. "What a grand city." Then, her gaze dropped down and she squinted, adding with distaste, "Quite crowded though."

"There's an interview going on right now. That's why. One of their supervillains was just taken down," Ladybug explained, placing her foot up on the edge of the building and peering down to look at the crowd.

"And, what precisely are we here for?" Kaalki asked, hovering near Ladybug's face to follow her gaze.

"Not what, but who. We’re here to see Eagle," Ladybug answered, pointing at the eagle-themed superheroine being interviewed. The crowd was enthusiastically cheering at just about every answer Eagle was giving, and Ladybug couldn't help smiling at the fact that the person she gave the miraculous to was still doing well.

As the interview came to an end, Eagle's eyes shifted from the interviewer to Ladybug, who had made sure to be where the red-and-black of her suit would stand out; she wasn't exactly the definition of "stealthy," and it worked to her advantage in this case.

Eagle jumped up to the nearest rooftop, then waited for the crowd to disperse before leaping over to where Ladybug was. "Hey, Ladybug! What are you doing here?" Her brows creased in seriousness, and she held her fists up like she was raring for a fight. "Did Hawk Moth come back to New York?"

Ladybug waved dismissively. "No, no, it's nothing like—"

"Pardon me," Kaalki said, making sure she was loud enough to be heard. She puffed her chest out haughtily and gestured to herself with a hoof. "I'm Kaalki, the kwami of migration. Pleased to meet you," she said, her tone forced as to imply that she didn't appreciate being ignored.

"Uh... hi," Eagle greeted flatly, then looked to Ladybug for an explanation.

"Sorry about her. She was my ride." Grabbing Eagle's wrist and leading her to the center of the rooftop, where they were less likely to be seen from the streets, she explained, "Anyway, I came here because I was hoping that I could get your help."

Eagle leaned to the side, curious. "My help? What for?"

"Well..." Ladybug hesitated. "This is going to sound like a weird request, but..."

—————

Eagle crossed her arms in thought, still seemingly absorbing the explanation. "You want me to use Liberation on you? To get rid of your—"

"—romantic attachments," Ladybug cut in stiffly, the word 'crush' and 'love' sounding extremely un-Ladybug-like. She blushed in embarrassment and looked away, bringing a hand up to partly hide her face. "Listen, I know you probably don't get this sort of thing. It's already awkward to talk about it while I'm Ladybug, but—"

"No, I get it," Eagle assured, though her expression was neutral.

Ladybug looked at her in surprise. "You do?"

With a slight roll of her eyes, Eagle replied, "Okay, so I don't get all the love stuff exactly, but Uncanny Valley has her own thing for me to deal with. She always wants to help people; she can't help it. Besides, Liiri says that there's always something stopping people from reaching their full potential. Sometimes it's bad, sometimes it's good, and it's my job to figure out what it is." She glanced Ladybug up and down, as if to gauge something. "You really think it's that bad?"

Ladybug responded with a wince, bad memories already starting to surface.

"Alright, wow," Eagle said, hands raised as she took a step back, the reaction having already convinced her while she herself clearly wanted no details about it. "Are you ready then? You know this is only going to last five minutes, right?"

"Wait—" Ladybug blinked in surprise. "You're really going to help me?"

"Yeah?" Eagle replied. Half-offended, she asked, "Did you really think I wouldn't?"

"No! Sorry!" Ladybug rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "You'd be... surprised, by how bad this stuff usually goes for me."

For a moment, Eagle looked tempted to ask, but shook off the thought just as quickly. Placing her fists to her chest, her gaze went firm, showing that she was ready.

Ladybug stood in place, almost nervous at the prospect of doing this. She was essentially taking out a piece of herself, but it was the only way to test it; the only way to know for sure.

"Liberation!" Eagle called out, spreading her arms as a single light burst out of her.

Ladybug flinched, her fighting instinct kicking in, but she held firm and let the light touch her. For a moment, she was frozen, able to sense Eagle's presence in her mind and even hear her voice. Eagle's voice was calm, but tempting, offering the freedom so desperately desired.

"Ladybug, your love has taken over your life. I release you from it!"

—————

Marinette quickly stashed the glasses in her purse as she checked her phone's timer. She had four minutes and forty-five seconds to do this, and she took a steady breath before stepping out of the alley she'd been hiding in.

As she raced across the street, the fencing students were just filing out out of Françoise Dupont. The moment she saw Kagami and Adrien leaving, she raised a hand, raising her voice so she'd be heard. "Hey, Adrien!"

Adrien and Kagami stopped and glanced her way. Adrien turned to Kagami, saying something and briefly tilting his head in Marinette's direction. Kagami nodded at him in response, and they separated, Kagami heading in one direction and Adrien heading in Marinette's.

At first, Marinette was nervous, her worst case scenario being that Liberation had truly failed or worn off when she de-transformed, or that her feelings were somehow so strong or messed up that even Liberation somehow couldn't help her.

Yet, as Adrien approached, she found that she wasn't shaky at all. Her heart wasn't pounding either. She didn't even feel the slightest bit of awe from his presence.

She was normal. She was okay.

"Hey, Marinette," Adrien greeted with a smile. "Did you need something?"

It took her a moment to answer, still stunned that it'd worked and she'd truly been freed of her crush, even if it was for five minutes. "Oh. No, actually, just..." She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, checking the time, then kept it at her side as she asked genuinely, "How was fencing?"

Adrien looked briefly caught off guard, though whether he was surprised at her acting differently or just the question was anyone's guess. He then brightened, replying excitedly, "It was great! I got paired up with Kagami again, and you know how Mr. D'Argencourt is with fencing, so he..."

The conversation continued as nothing but casual from there, and Marinette almost felt silly at how amazed she was by such a simple thing. It was actually like she was Adrien's friend; like they were on the same page and she could actually hold a conversation with him. He looked and talked the same way he always did, yet she was perfectly fine. Students passed by and maybe tossed them a brief glance, but completely ignored them otherwise because she wasn't acting "weird."

At worst, she was grinning just a little wider out of the pleasant surprise of the whole thing.

When she'd first thought to "liberate" herself of her feelings for Adrien, she was certain she'd be disappointed by it. She honestly thought that she would see Adrien and miss the heart fluttering, the weak knees, and the sheer dreaminess he used to radiate.

But she was wrong. With her crush gone, she could see herself from an outside perspective and reflect without fretting over the things she would've otherwise. Where she thought there'd be disappointment, there was relief that she could actually breathe and not turn into a mess around him. Her mind wasn't clouded with thoughts, and her eyes could drift wherever she wanted without some brainless thought intruding and warning her that she might miss Adrien blinking if she looked away.

She'd needed this. It was nice; more than nice even. Is this how it could be all the time if she truly moved on from him? No more mocking, no more jealousy, no more "crazy Marinette"? It'd be like a celebrity crush that she grew out of; an embarrassing memory of the past and nothing more.

More importantly, she would remember this. She would remember this feeling; the sanity of not being in love with Adrien, or not feeling whatever that emotion was actually called. To say the word "love" seemed so... wrong.

Still mid-discussion with Adrien, Marinette's phone suddenly beeped with a warning message. She turned it in her hand, seeing that she'd properly set the timer earlier to warn her when there was a minute and half left of Liberation.

Adrien leaned over to look at the screen, but jumped when a loud honking noise abruptly sounded off from behind him. Marinette tried not to snicker, but it was difficult; seeing someone else be the jumpy one was quite the experience, and she'd have to remember that too.

Adrien looked over his shoulder at his limo waiting for him, then glanced back at her apologetically. "Sorry, I gotta go. Can we talk later?"

"Oh, sure! Definitely!" Marinette stashed her phone back in her purse, then waved to him. "See you tomorrow!"

"Bye, Marinette!" Adrien exclaimed, waving as he rushed off. "It was fun talking to you!"

"You too!"

Marinette pursed her lips, trying to contain herself as she watched Adrien get into the limo and ride off down the street. She waited until it was out of earshot, then let herself start squealing, even hopping around and doing a twirl for effect.

"M-marinette?!" Tikki called, concerned. "Did it wear off? There's still time—"

"I'm gonna delete all my Adrien pictures!" Marinette exclaimed. "And take down that disaster of a wallpaper!"

"W-wHA—!!" Tikki gaped. "Marinette, when your feelings come back—"

"That's future Marinette's problem! This feels great!" Marinette cheered, having to suppress her excitement just so she could talk. Raising one hand dramatically, she placed the other to her chest, saying to no one in particular, "Oh, what's that? Me, crushing on Adrien? Ew, no way! We're just friends!"

She laughed triumphantly, a bounce in her step that made it seem almost like she were jogging. She crossed the street, reaching for the bakery door's handle and practically singing to herself, "Just friends~ We're just friends~ Me and Ad~ri~en are just good—"

She paused as she opened the door, seeing a familiar mix of blue and black standing at the counter and talking to her parents. At the chime of the bell, all three looked over at her, Luka's smile welcoming and his lips partially coated in white from what seemed to be a powdered donut.

"Hey, Marinette," he greeted. "We were just talking about you."

"Oh, he's such a sweetheart," Sabine cooed. "He came all the way here just to see you."

Luka blushed a light shade of pink at the obvious teasing, Tom jumping in to exclaim, "And he really thought he had to pay us for sweets! I told him, you're friends with our daughter, you better not put a single coin on that counter, young man!"

The three had a laugh together; clearly, they'd been getting along before she came in.

Yet, Marinette's smile fell from her face, a mental 'oh' echoing in her mind.

She hadn't even considered Luka when she'd thought of taking away her crush on Adrien, but it made sense; Eagle had said love, and Marinette wasn't foolish enough to think that she hadn't felt anything romantic for Luka. It only made sense that her crush on him would go too.

But it wasn't the same. The relief didn't follow the lack of feeling. With Luka, there'd always be a little leap in her heart, then a wave of calm washing over her, but neither were there and she couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Luka's smile disappeared as he noticed her expression. He approached, concern written all over his features. "Marinette?"

They were friends at that very moment; that was all the feeling she had on the matter, but she wanted what she'd had before. She remembered his confession at the TV station and yearned for the warmth in her cheeks when he stared at her and told her how much he loved her with words that were entirely his own; words that told her that he loved her as herself and filled her with a confidence she seldom had outside of being Ladybug.

Everything clicked. Her crush on Adrien represented stress, anxiety, and losing herself, but her crush on Luka represented peace, happiness, and being herself.

She missed how she felt about Luka. She didn't miss how she felt about Adrien.

That was all the answer she needed.

Almost on cue, her phone beeped again, this time to signal that Liberation was over. Marinette took in a shaky breath as she felt pleasantly familiar emotions rush through her again, and she welcomed them back like she would an old friend.

Luka's blue eyes gained vibrance and allure, his lips being coated in powdered sugar suddenly became incredibly cute, and she could think of him as no less than the most handsome boy in the world.

"...Sorry," she said breathlessly, waving a hand to assure him that she was alright. "Let's just say I went through a lot of emotions today. I'm happy to see you, really!"

Luka's smile came back, filling her with its warmth. "I'm glad," he said in relief. Then, taking a glance at her purse, which was still letting out a muffled, melodic beeping noise, he asked, "Sorry, do you have to be somewhere?"

"Hm? Oh, no, not really." She took out her phone to shut off the timer, then flashed him the screen before closing the app and storing the phone back in her purse. That done, she paused to consider things, then dared a glance back at him. "Hey... can we walk for a while?"

He blinked, mildly surprised, but nodded. "Sure. Did—" He froze, apparently only now realizing that he had powdered sugar on his lips. He swished his tongue around to lick it off, then started over with, "Did you want to talk about something?"

Smiling almost smugly in response, she felt confident enough to offer him her arm, as if he were a damsel she was leading around. She'd never seen his eyes widen quite so much before, but he also didn't protest, happily taking hold of her arm.

Knowing that her parents would just be giving their looks of approval if she glanced back, she stepped out of the bakery and led Luka towards the park.

"So, it took a little longer than I hoped, but... do you remember when you were talking about me getting clarity?"

[thatsgay-writes]

Deena x Reader

Warning: Death

This will have multiple parts.

"Shady shit happens in Shadyside." You mumble as you watch Deena look at Heather's old locker. Some random guy had just scraped RIP onto the locker. "What's that box for?" You nudge her as you lean against a random locker. "It's... Sam's stuff." Deena says dejectedly, "Do you think you could give it to her at the a game today?" You shot Deena a look. "You really think I'm going to give your ex, who thinks I'm apart of the reason you broke up with her, her box of stuff." You watch as the gears in Deena's head turn. She lets out a sigh and frowns at her locker, "Yeah maybe not the best idea."

"Maybe Kate will do it." You say, trying to bring up her mood as you wrap your arms around her in a hug. "And then once the game is over and everything Sam related is out of the house... I could come over..." You trail off, giving Deena a smirk. You watch as Deena's cheeks flush and she stutters over her words. You have to stifle a laugh at the sight. "C'mon, you always have something to say." You joke as you poke her nose and release her from the hug. "The offer still stands but we should probably hurry and meet Kate in the bathroom before she gets mad at us." You say as you grab Deena's arms and start pulling her towards the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to you, you were apart of the reason Deena broke up with Sam.

"I thought you quit band." You hear one of the football guys say as Deena got on the bus. She just sent him a sarcastic smile back before finding her seat on the bus. "One last hurrah?" You ask as Deena gives you an annoyed look. Both of you knew she was only there because it was mandatory and because Kate wouldn't give Sam her stuff back for Deena. "Shouldn't you be at the front with Kate and the rest of your little pom-pom squad?" She asks back and you just flip her off. "Fuck off, you know I only joined cause Kate made me. She threatened to cut off my weed supply."

---

"Instead, I find myself here as a husband, a father, as a neighbor. And, yes, mayor of Sunnyvale. And on behalf of all the people, in my town, I say all of Sunnyvale mourns with you." Mayor Goode says as he stands at the podium in front of Shadyside and Sunnyvale football players, cheerleaders, and band members. "That's complete crap." You say as you and Kate send each other a look. "Yeah, the only ones who came were the ones who had to. The footballers and cheerleaders." Kate says to voice her agreement. You expect Deena to add something else or at least make a noise of agreement but when you turn to look at her, she's staring at something. "What are you... oh." You say as you follow Deena's line of sight to see Sam wrapped up with some random guy. "Are you okay?" You ask her as you grab her hand, causing her to snap out of the trance she was in. "I... Um, yeah. I think I need some air." Deena tells you as she gives your hand a squeeze and makes her way out of the crowd. You clench your now empty hand in anger. How could Sam move on so fast? How could she hurt Deena so much? ---

You made sure to keep an eye on Sam for the rest of the speech and watched when she whispered something to the boy that had been groping her butt before heading in the direction Deena had gone. You wanted to go after her, stop her from reaching Deena... Maybe make her feel like shit too but you decided it would be better if they talked it out... Or something. You set a timer on your watch, 10 minutes, 10 minutes was enough time to talk.

---

Shit was going downhill during Sheriff Goode's speech. The same guy that was all over Sam decided to open his mouth and talked about blowing up Shadyside. Of course, your peers heard it and weren't about to let it fly. "What'd you say?" You immediately started leading Kate away from the fight. "Stay here and try not to jump in on the inevitable fight about to happen. I'm gonna go get Deena." You tell Kate before heading the direction Sam and Deena had disappeared. Your 10 minute timer hadn't finished but it wouldn't matter in a few seconds and you knew Deena never liked to miss a fight.

--

"It's not your future if you're pretending to be someone else." You hear Deena say as you reached the top if the steps. "Deena!" You say loudly as you walk up behind her, grabbing her arm with one hand and her hand with your other one. "Of course y/ns here." Sam says with a roll of her eyes, using the intrusion to make it seem like Deena's words didn't hurt her. "Great to see you too Samantha." You say, making sure to give a triumphant smirk now that all of Deena's attention was on you. "Anyways, would love to catch up but a fights about to break out and I don't think Simon can't hold Kate back from jumping in all by himself." You say as you start to pull Deena away from the blonde, kicking the box of stuff over to Sam. "Also, try putting a leash on your little boy toy."

---

"Pieces of shit!" Kate yells as she holds ice to her temple. By the time you and Deena had returned to the brawl between football teams, Simon was being chased by Peter and Kate just got elbowed in the face. "They think they can do whatever they want!" Kate yells, getting everyone else to riled up with her. "They ruin our vigil, then go waltzing back to their mansions, like we're some reject pile that they can step on!" Kate continues her rant as you and Deena sit in the back. The other girl had been silent since everyone got back on the bus. "We're gonna go kill those preppy assholes!" "Kate! Kate! Kate!"

"You okay?" You ask Deena over all the yelling, sitting forwards so your face was hovering over hers. "I'll be fine." Deena tells you as she clenches her jaw, the reality that Sam wasn't hers anymore actually hitting her. "Hey, it'll take a while but you will be fine... And I'll be here with you every step of the way." You say giving her a smile, while wiping a tear that managed to roll down the side of her face. Deena suddenly sits up and maneuvers her body so she was facing you, both of your legs tangled in the middle of the bus walkway. "Y/n..." "Yeah?" "I need to tell you something okay?" Deena asks nervously as she wrings her hands together. You nod your head, taking note of the serious tone in Deena's voice. "Do you know why me and Sam broke up?" Deena asks and you nod your head once again.

"Yeah, she moved to Sunnyvale and kept your relationship hidden. But for some reason she likes to throw the blame on me." You say annoyed and roll yours eyes. "Well... Her moving and keeping our relationship was part of the reason we broke up... But she wasn't wrong about you being apart of the reason." You send Deena a confused look. "What do you mean?" "I- um- shit, this wasn't supposed to be this hard." Deena said nervously as she refused to meet your eyes. "Look y/n, I really-" Deena gets cut off as a car pulls up behind the bus, high beams on and car horn going off repeatedly.

"Goddam Sunnyvalers."

Goddamn Sam."

PART 2

[flareish]

The Bet

bokuto x reader

summary: Bokuto makes a bet with himself where you end up dying his hair

genre: fluff

warning: swearing, a couple suggestive remarks, quick kiss

word count: 1.3k

a/n: so apparently no one nows what Bokuto’s natural hair color is so I’m assuming its his root color and that he does dye his hair. I’m basing this all off the one time coach ukai called bokuto “frosted tips” 

“Hey y/n! Watch this!” Bokuto calls out to you where you are sitting on the bleachers watching practice. You look up and he continues.

“If I make this spike you have to dye my hair.” Bokuto has already decided you've already agreed.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea-“ Bokuto signals to his team mates to get get ready.

“Don’t worry I got this.” Wasn’t what you were worried about.

“I’ve never dyed hair before-“ His teammates are laughing so hard they can barely jump.

“Ready!” Bokuto jumps up and spikes the ball. His teammates barely get off the ground and he spikes it with ease. You're not sure if it's because they want to see the aftermath of you dying his hair or because they were too busy laughing to even try.

“Feel free to do your worst,” Akaashi walks up to you, “it will be more entertaining if it comes out botched. Might teach him something too.”

“You might think it’s funny but I’ll never hear the end of it.” You grumble, knowing that every argument from then on it would be brought up.

“Why you date him, the world will never know.” Akaashi says jokingly as he walks away.

“Have you seen his ass?” You yell back laughing. Akaashi rolls his eyes but can’t deny it.

“You better be talking about my ass!” Bokuto yells from across the court.

“You bet.” You smirk at him and he bounces his eyebrows suggestively at you.

The two of you are now in his bathroom. Practice is long over and now you must complete Bokuto’s bet. Maybe demand would be a better term.

“You are aware I have never dyed hair before, right?” You ask him as he boosts himself onto the counter top.

“Yeah but it's not that hard,” He says dismissively, “besides I’m here to walk you through it.” You were pretty sure it was hard. I mean have you seen how many failed hair dying videos there are. You were also worried about how helpful Bokuto’s help would actually be. You’ve seen him explain things purely in noises. 

“Alrighty mix up a bit of this, with some of that in this bowl.” He points the stuff out to you and you go to work. 

“What is it?” You ask as you begin mixing.

“The powder is bleach and the bottle has developer in it,” He explains, “Since my natural hair is pretty dark I can’t just dye it otherwise it won’t show up, so this lightens it.”

“Oh you know a lot about this.” You say 

“Well I do this everytime my hair grows,” He passes you something, “Here this is an applicator, just brush the bleach on the ends of my hair.” You stir around the bleach mixture and get a good amount of product on the applicator.

“Isn’t there supposed to be a cap and a hook thing that you pull your hair through?” You question, having seen a video using one. You step over in between his legs and begin applying product. He has to tilt his head down because he’s so damn tall.

“What do we look like? Professionals?” Bokuto laughs at the idea. 

“There was one in the kit but it takes forever so I threw it out,” He says, “I’m better than it anyway.”

“Oh yeah of course you are.” You say sarcastically.

“Woah was that sarcasm.” He says lifting his head to pick a fight. You play fight often over simple stuff, all lighthearted of course. You’re both argumentative people, it’s your love language. Besides from touch cause this boy in handsy.

“You sure you want to pick a fight right now,” You point the applicator at him threateningly, “It’s your hair on the line here.” He gasps at you in offense.

“You wouldn’t.” He playfully glares at you.

“I already got permission to screw your hair up. I wouldn’t push me.” You would never actually on purpose but boy is it tempting sometimes.

“By who!” Bokuto now more interested in who betrayed him. You push in his head back down and continue working. 

“It was Akaashi wasn’t it.” He grumbles.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you mumble, “There last piece.” You take a step back to admire your work.

“Woah done already?” He hops off the counter and looks in the mirror.

“Looks good.” He says and ducks downs to kiss your lips. Its quick and sweet.

You manage to wait the twenty-so minutes for the bleach to do its thing without getting too much product everywhere. You sit on the counter when he goes in the shower to wash out the bleach. His phone dings and you see he got a snapchat from Kuroo. You open it to see Kuroo sending a shirtless selfie.

“Babe why does Kuroo send you mirror pics?” You ask giggling. His head pops out the shower. 

“Wait let me see!” You turn the phone around so he can see before the timer runs out. 

“Damn he’s fine.” Bokuto says before ducking back into the shower. “Geez just date him already.” You joke. Snapping a quick selfie, you reply to Kuroo telling him to stop stealing your man. He comes back and tells you that you’re welcome to join as well. You roll your eyes and tell him that he may change his mind after your potentially botched dye job makes him go bald. You continue back and forth with Kuroo until Bokuto comes out the shower. 

“Ready for round two.” He winks at you suggestively.

“You know it.” You hop off the counter and he takes your place.

“Now its time for the dye,” He says grabbing a couple bottles and pouring them into a new mixing bowl, “Okay now apply this to where you just bleached.” You repeat the previous process. As you go you feel some wandering hands on you.

“Are you bored already.” You ask.

“Usually I do it so I’m busy focusing but now I’m just sitting here it feels so long.” He explains.

“I’m almost done,” You scoop up the last of the product from the mixing bowl, “and done!”

“Just have to wait another twenty minutes.” He mumbles playing with your hair.

“We should dye your hair,” He says excitedly, “Then we could match!”

“No way.” You say laughing. 

Twenty minutes later and your back in the same position. Him showering and you sat on the counter. You two just talk about your days and anything else that comes up. 

“Ooh I should order food for after,” You say grabbing your phone, “What do you want?” 

“I’ve been craving a burger all day.” He says happy with that idea.

“Burgers it is.” You leave the bathroom to make a phone call for a delivery, already knowing his order. When you come back into the bathroom and Bokuto is out and drying his hair. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hey there.” He says over the noise of the hair dryer. He passes it to you, wordlessly asking you to do it. You have to push up onto you tippy toes but you manage. You run your fingers through his hair trying to get all of it dried. When it all looks dry you set the hair dryer down and try and spike it up a bit. 

“It looks pretty good,” He compliments your work, “Not a good as when I do it though.” You smack his chest and leave for his bedroom, but you were pretty happy about his compliment. He comes up behind you and throws you onto the bed. You laugh at the sudden movement as he pounces on you. He rolls the two of you over so you are on top and lets you snuggle into his side. 

You don’t mind how you spend your evenings as long as it is with him. 

[natigail]

Get a dog thoughts | 29.12.20

Phil: This is the time though, if you're missing Steve, why not get yourself a dog.

Dan: Oh, you're just jumping in and saying what every single person listening is thinking right now? Alright, Dan and Phil, life journey, you got a house, next up: dog, next up: you're going to die of old age. Then you're going to have your granddad, I mean, your grandson and then the grandson is going to move to the city with his boyfriend and then we're going to watch their lives and BOOM it's the Sims. They want to see life move fast when they look up to these public figures, Phil.

Phil: Grand-dog. Ehm... okay. Oh, the camera is about to stop recording.

Dan: Let's restart that. Is this an exclusive for the stereo listeners?

Phil: Yeah.

Dan: It is. So we have a DSLR that turns itself off every half hour.

Phil *sarcastic*: It's super convenient because it doesn't make a noise when it stops. It's just like, I've stopped.

Dan: I'm going to die now.

Dan and Phil *in sync*: Yeah.

Phil: So I'm recording again.

Dan: Same.

Phil: And I'm going to press... Press? Clap. I'm going to clap.

Dan *lovingly mocking*: I am going to press and clap.

*weird sounds*

Phil: Stop!

Dan: Jesus that was aggressive. We're fine.

Dan: No, we need to do it again. Hey, siri, set a timer for 29 minutes.

Siri: 29 minutes starting now.

Dan: Shout out to Australian man Siri with his sexy voice.

Phil: I've got Irish sexy man Siri on my phone but you've chosen an Australian for the house.

Dan: Yeah.

Phil: That was the war of the Siris. Anyway, people saying, get a dog. I still don't know if we have the emotional responsibility to look after a dog. We're trying with the house plants. They're thriving more than they were but it's such a huge responsibility, you're going to take care of.

Dan: Responsibility? Speak for yourself. For you, it's responsibility to manage the life. For me, it's the emotional investment that scares me.

Phil: Oh, yeah.

Dan: I'm not going to try to physio analyse myself too deeply as a person.

Phil: Yeah.

Dan: When we got the fish, I had anxiety dreams about the fish for about a week. Every single night for a week, I had a nightmare that this fish had flopped onto the floor and I woke up like *unintelligible loud noises* and people don't care about these fish, they're like imma put it in a shoe, and I'd give this fish so much life. I love this fish.

Phil: Stop.

Dan: I care so much for it, and the idea of a dog? I don't know, man. It scares me.

Phil: I mean, that is a thing but also you know you can't be afraid.

Dan: You can't be afraid to live and love.

Phil: I want to love they little dog.

Dan: You need to open yourself up to a dog. For you, you need to remember feed and walk the dog.

Phil: I do, I think I would.

[f1united]

Test - DR3 Imagine

Part 3 to Zoo!

Part 1     Part 2

Daniel Ricciardo Imagine

Summary: You and Daniel take a pregnancy test :)

This contains mentions of pregnancy and fertility so please do not read if this is something you may find triggering!

Let me know if you have any f1 requests!

The days you had kept this to yourself had allowed you to think a million times over how Daniel would react. The discussion you had was brief but not forgotten and you had expected to have to wait many months before anything came of it. Daniel was older and capable of doing pretty much whatever he wanted in life and you knew that without his support through this you would have to work twice as hard as you already were to even provide your child with a glimpse of the life that he could. You were smart with your money, invested and saved where you wanted to and tried not to rely on Daniel for much however there was no chance you could afford even a years rent on the apartment he had in Monaco, let alone have multi-million mansions over the world. He could have anything he wanted, and you didn’t want to be the thing that unwillingly tied him down.

You didn’t break eye contact when you told him. Although he was such a confident, outgoing person you had learnt over the years that his eyes said a lot. You had to know him to notice the depth of emotions that they showed, and you’d slowly figured it out. You weren’t sure if he knew that’s how you could read him like a book and you never dared to tell him in fear that he might try masking it in the future.

The daunting outcomes you’d replayed in you head had vanished the second his eyes met yours. You were expecting shock, a frown at least, neither of which came. Instead his signature smile gave you all the reassurance you needed and his eyes lit up as he placed his hands on your hips, grasping them tightly.

“Are you serious!” you nodded your head at his words, the worry fading away at the joy in his voice. Your tears were still somewhat there but now falling due to happiness and excitement.

“I was waiting until you got home to do a test” Admittedly you had wanted to do a test the minute you’d left the shop but refrained until Daniel would be with you. If you were honest it was more for your own emotional support than anything else.

“Well let’s go do one!” you wiped the tears from your face as you lifted yourself off Daniel and headed towards the bathroom following his instructions. One of your hands was rummaging around in the cabinet while the other was tightly gripped by your boyfriend who showed no signs of letting it go as you sat on the toilet. A giggle past your lips as you looked up at him.

“What” he smiled down at you.

“I don’t know if I can wee with you this close to me, I’m getting stage fright”

“Are you kidding?!” he asked, “You’ve done it plenty of times before!”

“I know just let me try and concentrate” You looked down at the floor in front of you and took a deep breath before the room fell silent, the bathroom fan the only noise echoing throughout the apartment. It only lasted about 5 seconds until you both burst out into laughter.

“I can’t wee” you pouted your bottom lip out at him which he brushed off with a light kiss to your lips.

“I’ll go and grab you some water” he planted a kiss on your forehead before letting go of your hand. It was only then that you realised you were both still naked.

“Nice arse” you commented as he walked back into the bedroom and threw on his boxers you’d stripped him of earlier. He threw a smirk over his shoulder as he left the bedroom and headed to the kitchen. With him gone you were able to wee in peace and placed the test on the side of the sink, covering the display with the leaflet it came with so you wouldn’t take a sneaky look. Daniel returned as you were putting your underwear back on.

“I’ve set the timer for two minutes” you informed his as you threw your phone back onto the bed before sitting on the edge and pulling on some joggers.

“Oh, so you can pee when I leave?” he laughed as he placed the water on the side.

“I told you” you got up and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Stage fright”

“After that little show you just gave me I wouldn’t have thought stage fright was even in your vocabulary” his forehead resting against yours meant he saw your eyes roll back before he’d even finished his sentence.

“Well Mr Ricciardo, only the best for you” your lips gently brushed his as you teased him. You were so grateful to have him home, you missed everything about him when he was gone. His smile, his smell, his hair. Your fingertips were slowly tracing the muscles on his back when he caught your lips in his, having enough of the teasing and wanting no space between you.

It wasn’t long before he hooked his hands around the back of your thighs and you were jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist for the second time that night. He turned you both around so he could sit on the edge of the bed giving you all the power of being on top, something he didn’t willingly do this easily. The two of you were abruptly broken apart by the sound of the timer ending. Daniel reached out to grab your phone as he felt your body stiffen above him.

“You ready?” he asked as you slowly climbed off him.

“I guess so” you smiled as you headed for the bathroom.

“Should I record it for our parents to see?” he asked as he grabbed his phone off the nightstand. You’d been so focused in telling Daniel that you’d completely forgotten about the rest of the world.

“Yeah, it will be nice to look back on” he placed his phone on the counter before standing behind you and placing his head on your shoulder. His arms snaked around your waist as you picked the test up, bringing it to eye level. You both narrowed your eyes at the results and you gasped slightly.

“Oh my god” Daniel whispered as you brought one hand up to cover your mouth. “Is that a second line?”. The line was faint, very faint, but there.

“I can’t tell if I’m imagining it” you spoke so quietly as if you were afraid of it disappearing from the sound of your voice.

“I don’t think we are” he spoke just as quietly as you looked up at him. You placed your free hand on the side of his face as you brought him in for a kiss.

“Should we get a digital one?” you suggested, “That way we can definitely tell”

Daniel didn’t have a clue about the types of tests you could get but nodded nonetheless, knowing that if you suggested it then it was probably so you could put your own mind at rest. He took the test from your hands and showed it to the camera before ending the video with a smile. You threw on Daniels hoodie that you’d been wearing since he’d been away. You noticed it sat onto of the wash bin and probably should’ve added it to the rest of your laundry but couldn’t quite bring yourself to wash away his smell until he was back.

“I can quickly run down there on my own” you offered as you slipped on some shoes and slipped your phone into your pocket.

“Don’t be silly I’m coming with you” he replied as he threw back on the clothes he was wearing earlier.

“I don’t think we’ve ever got dressed so fast” you commented as you both headed for the door.

“I’d say we’ve been faster in my drivers’ room” he grabbed his keys off the side as you followed him out the door.

“Yeah that’s a good point actually” you chuckled at his comment, “They should really invest in better locking systems for those things and not ones that can open from the outside too”

[raeandwhatnot]

Crazy Baking- Charlie Gillespie Imagine

Summary: You bake a cake with Charlie and Owen, and it gets a little crazy in the kitchen.

Prompt: "How the hell did you get cake batter on the ceiling?!" "Your guess is as good as mine.”

Warnings: a few minor swear words. (Platonic!Owen)

Words: 1.7k

Requests: open (x) closed ()

A/N: I found the word prompt from @promptsforthestugglingauthor! Also, sorry this one is a little shorter than my other imagines. I’m in the midst of doing finals, but enjoy this cute imagine!

“Hey, babe? Can you get the flour and sugar out for me, please?” I ask Charlie while setting two medium sized bowls on the counter. Charlie, Owen, and I are baking a cake for Madison’s surprise birthday party tonight. Savannah is planning it all, and I have no idea why she had Charlie and Owen in charge of the cake because they are wild animals when they are together. Therefore, I offered to help because I want the cake to turn out good! Also, so that nothing catches on fire!

“Where is that again?” Charlie asks.

I turn my head to see where he was looking. He was just standing in the middle of the kitchen like a lost puppy. “It is in the pantry on the bottom shelf,” I point out. He nods his head and goes to the pantry.

As I was grabbing and plugging in the mixer, I hear the front door open. “Who’s ready to bake a cake!?” the sound of Owen’s voice comes from the living room. “Sorry I’m late, (Y/N)!”

“It’s okay, O. I was beginning to worry you were going to ditch us!” I joke.

“You know, it was really tempting, but I knew you would kill me if I didn’t come help,” Owen said as he set down his backpack on the couch before walking into the kitchen.

“Damn right she would have!” Charlie says, setting down the flower and sugar next to the mixing bowl.

“Alright!” I exclaim while clapping my hands. “Let’s get to baking! We can’t be late bringing in the cake for the party! I will mix the dry ingredients, Owen you will mix the wet ingredients, and Charlie you will put the two together. I will then pour it into the cake pan. Sound good?”

Charlie and Owen in sync solute and say, “Yes, ma’am!”

I chuckle at them being so alike. “Sweet! Let’s do this!” I say enthusiastically! I separated the wet and dry ingredients for Owen and I. “Oh, babe! Can you please preheat the oven to 350 for me, please?” I ask Charlie kindly.

“I sure can!” he says, skipping to the oven.

“Thank you!” I smile and start putting the dry ingredients together.

I suddenly feel big arms wrap around me from behind. “Of course, babe,” Charlie whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek. I blush at his actions. I hear Owen gag beside me as Charlie was being lovey dovey to me.

“Oh, shut up Owen!” I exclaim as I whisk the ingredients.

“Aw, does Owen need some love, too?” Charlie asks in a baby voice, unwrapping his arms around me to wrap his arms around Owen instead.

Owen immediately tries to get Charlie off of him as he is trying to mix his wet ingredients. “Ew, no! Get off of me!” Owen complains.

Charlie laughs as he attempts to hold on to Owen, but he fails as Owen pushed him away. “Fine then!” Charlie scoffs and fold his arms like a child. “I’ll go back to (Y/N). Don’t complain about not getting loves when you don’t want them!” I giggle at them being so dramatic. Charlie walks back to me, wraps his arms around my waist, and snuggles in my neck.

“You guys are ridiculous!” I say. “Are you done with your mixing?” I ask Owen.

“Almost!” Owen replies as he mixes more.

“Sweet,” I whisper. “I’m going to run to the restroom real quick. Once Owen is done mixing, Charlie you can put the dry and wet bowls into the bigger bowel. I’ll be right back. Please, don’t make a mess!” I instruct as I take off the apron that was around my torso.

“Okay, okay!” Charlie says, raising his hands in defense. I grab him by the shoulder and place a kiss on his cheek and walk to the bathroom

“She is quite demanding today,” I hear Owen whisper.

“When is she not?” Charlie whispers back.

I roll my eyes and shout, “I heard that!” I then hear them snicker at my response. I reach the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom and shut the door. I use this time to check my phone and look at my notifications. I saw that Savannah texted that we were going to set up her apartment for the party around 5:30. I looked at the time to see it was 3:00, so thank goodness we have time for the cake to cool down for a bit before we have to leave. Plus, I still have to get ready.

Suddenly, I could hear the boys laughing along with a couple of clanking noises. I can’t help but think they are messing around. I finish up in the bathroom, wash my hands, and walk back to the kitchen. As soon as I walk in, Charlie and Owen were wrestling on the couch in the living room. I notice there were a couple of spills around the large bowl that Charlie used to mix the dry and wet ingredients, and they also poured the batter into the cake pan for me. “Guys!” I shout to get their attention. They both instantly stop at my voice. “Why are you wrestling? You could have put the cake in the oven!”

Owen stands up first, “He started it!”

Charlie slaps Owen’s thigh, “I did not!”

“Yes, you did! You started to attack me when I said I was going to-“ Owen starts to say before Charlie hits him again.

“Dude!” Charlie says through his teeth as he stands up next to Owen.

I place my hands on my hips. “You were going to what?” I ask seriously.

“Nothing!” Owen squeaks and walks back into the kitchen. “Here, let me put the cake in the oven.” He opens the oven door, carefully puts in the cake in the oven, shuts the oven door, and turns on a timer for 35 minutes.

“Owen,” I say as I grab his arm to face me. “What did you guys do?” I ask sternly. Owen then just looks up. I hear Charlie let out a frustrated sigh. I look up as well to see cake batter on the ceiling. "How the hell did you get cake batter on the ceiling?!"

"Your guess is as good as mine,” Charlie sighs.

“Yeah, we were messing around, and next thing we know, there’s batter on the ceiling! I was about to tell you, but then Charlie over here didn’t want to tell you. One of us was going to just clean it up, so we were wrestling to see who would clean it up,” Owen explains.

“We’re sorry, (Y/N),” Charlie apologizes.

“Honestly, it’s okay,” I reassure. “I’m not upset at all! I thought you guys broke something. This is nothing!” Both Charlie and Owen let out a relieved sigh. I grab two rags from a drawer and hand it to the them. “But you guys are both cleaning it up.”

They both chuckle. “I got the ceiling,” Owen says, slapping the rag on Charlie’s shoulder. They wet their rags and soak it in dish soap to clean up their mess.

As they do so, I put away all the ingredients we used as well as put the measuring cups, tablespoons and teaspoons, bowls, and whisks into the sink. I turn towards the boys. Owen got a chair and was wiping the ceiling. Charlie had finished wiping the counters as he was drying them with a paper towel. “Thank you, guys. See how officiant that was without wrestling?” I smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” Owen sighs. “But wrestling is just so fun!”

“Mmm, I don’t know about that. The horseplay made a mess in the first place!” I say.

“Okay? You know wrestling is fun,” Charlie winks as he pinned me against the counter I was leaning on. I shake my head and playfully push his chest. Next thing I know, Charlie picks me up by the waist and throws me over his shoulder. I screeched as I was now upside down! He jogs over to the living room before he throws me on the couch. Through my protests to let me down, I could hear Charlies contagious laugh. He pins me down by straddling my hips and starts to tickle me. I try to kick Charlie off, but it was no use!

“Mercy! Mercy!” I scream through my giggles. “Th-this isn’t wr-wrestling! This i-is tor-rcher!” I could barely speak through my laughter.

Charlie finally stops tickling me before plopping his full body onto mine, his face nuzzling into my neck. “I’m sorry for making a mess in your kitchen. I know you’re stressed about making the cake and wanting the party to be nice,” he whispers.

I move my head to give Charlie a kiss at the top of his head, “It’s okay, babe.”

Suddenly, I feel even more pressure on my body as Owen jumps on top of Charlie. Charlie and I let out a groan because of Owen’s weight.

“Owen! Get your fat ass off of me!” Charlie exclaims right into my ear.

“You’re not the one being squished! I’m under here, too!” I say.

“But you guys are comfy!” Owen whines.

“OWEN!” Charlie and I shout at the same time.

I could physically hear the sound of Owen rolling his eyes. “You guys are no fun,” Owen huffs before getting off of Charlie who then got off of me. I let out a deep breath as I could now breathe properly. Charlie holds out his hand to help me stand up. As I stood up, Charlie pulls me close to him to give me a sweet kiss. I hum in the kiss before I pull away.

“I’m going to let you guys hang out, so I can get ready for the party,” I announce.

“Sounds good, babe,” Charlie smiles. I give him a kiss on the cheek. When I pulled away from Charlie’s grip to walk to my bedroom, he smacks my butt. This causes me to squeal a little bit as I was not expecting him to do that in front of Owen. I could feel my cheeks get warm and I walked faster to my bedroom. Charlie giggled at my reaction. I could hear Owen making a comment at how gross we were.

[flightlessangelwings]

Restraint

Comandante Veracruz x afab!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: smut (18+ only), bondage, edging, orgasm denial, teasing, toys, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare

gif by @thewaythisis​

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You whimpered as you tugged at your restraints. You found yourself on your back on Veracruz’s bed, naked, with your limbs each tied to the corners. He stood at the foot of the bed with a satisfied smirk on his face. He always enjoyed when you were splayed out and completely helpless for him. You looked up at him with half lidded eyes as you silently pleaded for him to do something, anything, other than stand there and watch you squirm.

“Do you like that cariño?” he teased you as he circled the bed, “Knowing I can do whatever I want to you,” Veracruz ghosted a hand over your skin, “And you’re helpless to do anything about it…”

You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your lips as you strained against your binds.

Veracruz had come back from a mission in a mood, as he usually did. But this time, it wasn’t because something went wrong. Instead, his superior left him with all the clerical work, which sat on his desk at the far corner of his bedroom untouched. The comandante decided to have some fun with you before he got to the more mundane part of his duties.

This time, however, “fun” had a different meaning, and you quickly figured that out as he remained fully dressed while you were completely nude and bound to his bed. A weak whine escaped your lips as you begged him to do something, anything, other than just stare at you.

“Always so needy, cariño,” Veracruz’s voice was low as he ran his fingers up and down your body in feather-light touches.

“Since when do you complain, V?” your eyes fluttered shut but you grinned at your comeback.

“Oh do not mistake my remarks for complaints,” he responded as he reached under his bed for the little black box he kept. At the rustle of movement, you opened your eyes and watched as he took out a thick vibrator with a notch at the base. You licked your lips as you shimmied your hips in anticipation.

He carefully kept his eyes off of you; Veracruz knew if he saw the lustful look in your eyes that his resolve would break, and he wanted to draw this out as long as he possibly could. With his eyes focused on the toy, he coated it generously with lube before he set the box down and settled between your forced open legs.

It was only then that Veracruz let himself look up at you. Your eyes met for several intense moments, and you knew exactly what his gaze meant without any words needed. No one could read him quite like you could. It was a look that said you were in for a more thrilling time, and your safe word was always in play.

You nodded, the silent contract sealed, and the comandante slowly pushed the toy into you. A moan from deep in the back of your throat filled the room as he stuffed you full with the vibrator. Veracruz felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sounds you made, but he ignored it.

He watched with bated breath as the toy disappeared inside you, and he didn’t stop until only the handle stuck out and the notch was pressed firmly against your clit. You panted and writhed against his touch as you felt your pussy stretch around it. You then let your head fall back against the pillows.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you arched your back to try to feel your comandante more, but you whined when you couldn’t feel more than just his hands on you. For several breaths, you kept your eyes closed as you adjusted to the girth of the toy. When you finally opened your eyes, you were surprised to find that he no longer sat between your legs.

“V…?” you looked around the room and you exhaled sharply when you saw he sat at his desk instead, “V! You...Ahh...”

He didn’t even turn around when he used the remote to turn the vibrator on, even when you moaned at the sensation. Veracruz turned his focus to the paperwork on his desk as he left the vibrator on the lowest setting. You mewled as rocked your hips as much as you could, but you couldn’t move too much with how tightly Veracruz bound you. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, but after some time, you felt the vibrations become more intense. Your moans got louder every time you felt him turn the vibrator up; even in your haze, you weren’t sure how the comandante was able to keep his focus.

Suddenly, Veracruz turned it all the way up to the highest intensity and you couldn’t help the way you screamed in response. You felt your whole body tremble, and with the way you bucked your hips, the toy slid just enough to hit that sweet spot inside you. Your breathing became more ragged and your cries pitched even higher; you knew you were close.

But just as you were about to come, Veracruz turned the vibrator off completely. You whined as you tried to chase your climax, but you felt it fade quickly at the lack of stimulation. “V…” your voice was pathetic and you knew it, but you didn’t care.

He glanced over at you and licked his lips before he quickly turned away again. Your heavy breaths filled the room as Veracruz continued to work at his desk. His cock strained in his pants, and it took everything within him to not launch himself at you. But, he knew that it would be well worth it if he waited. Plus, he wanted to tease you some more. He didn’t want to fuck you until you were in tears and begged for him.

Once you were quiet, Veracruz started over again and flicked the vibrator on low. This time, your cries were louder to begin with, after having already been edged once. He kept it on low until he finished a page, and when he turned it over, he simultaneously increased the intensity. You cried out at the feeling, and it became a new pattern to turn it up once he finished a sheet.

After a few more pages, the vibrator was back at its highest intensity and you arched your back as moans and curses flowed from your mouth. Again, you felt your orgasm build and you groaned as your legs started to tremble. 

But, just like before, Veracruz shut the toy off just as you were about to come.

“V… please…” you whined as you strained against your binds. You flopped your head back as you choked back a sob at the loss.

He let out a low chuckle at your predicament, but made no move to do anything to help you. Instead, he started the cycle again, and again he stopped just as you were about to come. Every time he edged you, you cried out more desperately, and it only fueled Veracruz on more.

Tears filled your eyes as Veracruz repeated the cycle a few more times. Every time you cried out, you thought he would finally give in, but his sense of restraint was stronger than you thought. Once you were a completely blubbering mess, however, he finally stood and crossed the room to look at you again. Your eyes opened when you felt his own intense gaze on you, and you pouted as you pleaded for him to finally touch you.

Veracruz leaned in and hovered over you, but did not touch you just yet, “You look so delectable like this, cariño,” his voice was low as he spoke in your ear and bucked his hips against you so you could feel how hard he was, “You make it very hard to control myself.”

“Then don’t,” your voice was just above a whisper, “Please V…”

The groan that he let out went straight to your core and you clenched hard around the toy. His lips found your neck and sucked hard at the sensitive spot there, which made you cry out. Veracruz worked at that same spot until he was sure he left a big enough mark, then pulled away completely from you.

You whined at the loss of contact, but your whimpers were soon replaced with moans when he turned the vibrator on again. Veracruz watched you writhe for him for several minutes before he went back to his desk. As much as he wanted to pound into you until you had no voice anymore, he also wanted to drag this out as long as he possibly could.

Veracruz decided to take pity on you this time, however, and he left the toy on low while he finished the last of his work. Your moans that had started loud soon turned more muted and when the comandante turned back around, he saw that you drifted between sleep and consciousness. But even as you were half asleep, you still made such delicious noises and you still rocked your hips against the toy.

That was when the comandante’s resolve finally broke.

Just as you felt yourself start to drift off to fully fall asleep, Veracruz turned the vibrator all the way up and you jumped awake with a powerful orgasm. Your mouth hung open as you cried out in ecstasy and waves of pleasure crashed throughout your whole body. Tears fell down your face with abandon as you were finally allowed the release you had chased all evening. If it weren’t for the restraints, you would have flailed around everywhere, but your limbs remained bound to his bed.

“Is there a word you need to say to me, cariño?” he asked as he turned off the toy once you completely rode out your orgasm.

“No,” you breathed, “I just need a minute.”

You heard the faint beeps of his watch, and you knew he set a timer for exactly one minute. You closed your eyes and focused on your breaths as you calmed your spiraling emotions. After you counted what you guessed was one minute in your head, you mentally prepared yourself for him again. But, one minute came and went, and Veracruz was still quiet. In fact, he had actually set his watch for three minutes, but he was not going to tell you that.

While you took the time to recover, Veracruz stripped himself of his clothes and just watched you. Your breasts rose and fell with each breath, and the tears dried on the sides of your face. You looked a mess, but you never looked more enticing to Veracruz.

“V…” your voice was weak and you kept your eyes closed, “Please… I need you…”

He answered you with a growl as he slowly pulled the toy out of you. His cock twitched at the way you whimpered at the loss, but he made up for it by quickly lining himself up at your entrance. He paused before he pushed in, however, “Look at me, cariño.”

You opened your eyes slowly and were met with his own dark ones on you. It was only when you held his gaze that Veracruz pushed into you. You held his gaze even as you dropped your head back into the pillow as he stretched you out even more than the toy did. When he bottomed out inside of you, Veracruz let out a low groan that made you clench around him.

All the teasing he inflicted on you affected Veracruz as well, and he started pounding into you right away. Your moaning filled the room as you strained against the binds you were still in. He gripped onto your hips as he thrust himself in and out of you at a furious pace that he knew drove you wild. 

Veracruz moved one hand to rub at your clit, and he could tell by the way you arched your back and cried out his name that you were close again, “You have one more for me, cariño?” he cooed in a low voice, “Come for me.”

Just like that, your second orgasm took you over as you came with a loud scream. Veracruz wanted to watch you come undone again, but the need to come was too great, and he leaned forward to cover your body with his own as he came inside you with a growl. His arms trembled on either side of you as he fucked you through both your climaxes.

After one final thrust, Veracruz collapsed down on top of you, which made you grunt at the sudden weight. But, he was always careful and you were more surprised than hurt. The room felt warm, especially with the comandante’s body on top of yours as you both took several long, slow breaths to recover. You closed your eyes as you let your limbs go limp; there wasn’t much else you could do to move anyway with your ankles and wrists still bound to the corners of the bed. 

Veracruz laid still with his head buried in the crook of your neck and his cock still deep inside you. He placed father-light kisses to your skin, so light that if you hadn’t been so still you wouldn’t have felt them. His hands caressed your hips as he drew small circles with his thumbs. It wasn’t until you let out a soft groan that he finally pushed himself up and worked on freeing you.

He was silent, and you kept still with your eyes closed while you felt blood flow into your limbs for the first time in hours. Veracruz gently rolled your joints in his hands to make sure you were ok before he set the limb down on the bed and moved to the next one. Once you were completely unrestrained, he ran his hands up and down your body as a way to check for any injuries.

Satisfied that you were unharmed, Veracruz laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. You happily obliged and rested your head on his chest and you let out a contented sigh when you felt him wrap his arms around you. You always loved the way the comandante wasn’t afraid to be rough with you, and he satisfied you like no one else, but you also greatly enjoyed these tender moments afterward when he took such good care of you. It was one of many aspects to him that only you got to see, and it was the one you were the most fond of.

“Feel better, comandante?” you asked with a soft chuckle after you felt him give you an extra squeeze to let you know that he was back from his post-sex haze.

That made him let out a single sharp laugh, “Yes cariño,” his voice was low and hushed. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence after that and you drifted off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat. 

~

Notes: It’s been a minute since I posted about my asshole husband and I’ve missed him. This was actually an idea I’ve had in my head for awhile and I’ve gotten thirst asks about it too so this is a long time coming lol. I hope this makes up for the Veracruz drought lately tho!

[leossmoonn]

Unexpected Love [Kai Parker] || Part One

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pairing - kai parker x fem, human!reader

type - fluff, angst

note / request  - this request is by @mrs-parker-1972​ “The reader is on the other side with the others, and gets trapped there with bonnie and damon, or you can just skip to part when all three of them are in the prison world. So i am not really sure on how the reader meets kai, but you can improvise that part, I trust you. And then well, um, the reader and kai will hate each other and despise each other (damon and bonnie are in the real time world I guess?) And then kai does something human for the reader (you know, coz he doesn't have feelings) and it wakes something in him and the reader and kai grow close to each other, and I really don't know what else, but like can you, make their time in the prison world longer?? (Kai and the reader's) . And please it would be hilarious if you could add some comedic lines if damon, coz you know, damon is damon. And it would be AWESOME if you added the deleted scene of kai Parker where he is really emotional, and he says that after the reader touches a really soft spot about his child hood. And please make the reader human.” 

note - so i was planning on just rewatching the 6th season and copying scenes but i discovered it would take so long lol, so i split this into a 4 parts. i also didn’t really copy anything from the show, just the scene at the end. so most of this is just my writing. part two is at the end and word count is 7k+

summary - you and kai fall in love over a period of time after spending time with each other in the prison world

warnings / includes - language, alcohol, crying, fighting, 

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“Maybe if you didn’t take so long to look for Alaric, we would still be alive!” I exclaimed. 

“Hey, you’re the one who insisted that you have a whole conversation with Lexi about the last few years,” Damon spat. 

“Yeah, but we were both already with Bonnie. You were miles away!” 

“You two stop it!” Bonnie shouted, putting her hands up in-between Damon and I. 

“No, Damon needs to know that this is his fault,” I glared.

“Oh, hardly. Why were you even there, again?” Damon asked. 

“Because you twisted my neck, jackass. Which thank you, by the way,” you smiled sourly. 

“Man, I wish you weren’t wearing that ring. You being dead right now would really-”

“Damon!” Bonnie yelled again. “I’m serious. You two need to stop. You’re giving me a headache.”

“Not my fault,” I mumbled, looking down at the road. 

“Liar,” Damon said not-so-quietly. 

“Before you two start again, let me remind you that I’m scared and mad, too. We can’t just fight the whole time, though. We need to see if we can get out. You two have been fighting about this for months, so stop,” Bonnie said. 

“We’re dead, Bon-Bon. We can’t get out,” Damon said. 

I rolled my eyes and started to walk away from them. I couldn’t stand Damon. 

“Where are you going?” Damon exclaimed. 

“To look for a way out, and to get away from you!” I yelled without looking back. 

“See? She’s useless,” Damon muttered behind my back. 

I let out a long, distressed sigh. “I’m going back home.”

“Same. I need some food,” Bonnie said, catching up with me. 

We walked for miles until we got to Damon’s house. I was sweating and panting by the time we got there. We had no cars so it was a good 5 mile walk.

“Need any water?” Damon asked as we walked inside his house. 

“Yes, please,” I breathed out. 

I trudged over to the couch, flopping down and taking my sneakers off. Damon came back over with a big class of cold water. I smiled at him gratefully, standing up to take it. Damon had other ideas, though. He lifted the glass up to the top of his head, making it hard for me to grab it. 

“Oh, c’mon. You’re such a dick!” I whined, jumping up. My fingertips skimmed the bottom the glass, but I still was just a little too short to grab it. 

“Say that magic words,” Damon smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “Thank you, oh great wise one.”

Damon smiled happily, setting the glass down on the table. 

“Jerk,” I muttered, taking a long sip of the water. 

“You love me!” Damon sang. “Nope,” I shook my head. 

“Hey, we need to get more food,” Bonnie stated from the kitchen.

“Then go and get it, Bon-Bon,” Damon muttered. 

“I was just about to, Damon,” Bonnie spat.

“Maybe you can go and learn magic again, too,” Damon snickered. 

I turned my head to him. glaring. “Wow, you are just full of shit today. Huh, Damon?”

Damon rolled his eyes at my insult. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to be stuck here. I want to see Elena.”

“And you will! Who knows, maybe I’ll get my magic back. While I’m out I’ll go and practice magic,” Bonnie shrugged off Damon’s insult. 

“Good idea. I’ll go with you,” I smiled, standing up and slipping back on my shoes. 

“With all do respect Bonnie, you haven’t been able to do magic ever since you became the anchor. What makes you think you can do it now?” Damon asked.

“Just have faith, Damon. She can do it. I know it,” I smiled at Bonnie, who smiled gratefully back at me.

“Fine. But are you guys gonna leave me all alone?” Damon whined. 

“Yep,” I nodded, walking over to the door. 

“Who’s the rude one now?” Damon challenged. I put a finger up to my chin and hummed, pretending that I was thinking hard. I then put on a charming smile. 

“Still you. Ready Bonnie?” I turned to the girl next to me who was putting on a jacket. 

“Yep. See you later, Damon,” Bonnie smiled and waved. 

“See you,” I nodded. 

Damon waved goodbye as we shut the door behind us. I walked with Bonnie until we split off. She went to her grandmother’s house, while I went to the little supermarket a few miles out. 

Walking there was a pain in the ass. I had my car keys with me, but I couldn’t seem to find my car. Even though this place had everything else; Damon’s house, my house, Bonnie’s grandmother’s house. Even Elena’s house. Just not my car, which pissed me off, but I knew I couldn’t start to get mad again. Getting angry and upset wouldn’t help us get out of here. 

I walked up to the supermarket and entered the market, expecting someone to be at the register, but no one was there. I laughed at myself for expecting someone. Every time I’ve gone out, I’ve always expected to see people. But I remind myself that I’m dead. Of course no one would be here. We were all alone. Those cars outside were just there because this was just a very real, very confusing after-life. 

I grabbed a shopping cart and started getting the stuff we needed. Eggs, milk, fruit, vegetables, bread. I then got some soda and water bottle cases, some bags of chips and sweets. I went over to the frozen food section and got a few microwavable dinners and some ingredients to make food like chilli and tacos. I went around the store once more, making sure I got everything we needed. I passed one shelf, stopping once I realised that something was missing. 

“I thought there were pork rinds here,” I muttered. 

Merry-go-round music then started to play. I turned a full 360, trying to see if there was anybody in the store with me. No one was here. I went outside of the store, seeing the little merry-go-round spinning. 

“That’s weird,” I mumbled. 

I heard the sound of flapping and my head snapped to the sound. I saw someone pass by in a flash. Goosebumps sprung up on my arms and the hairs on the back of my neck raised. I got this uneasy feeling in my stomach as my mind went to disturbing thoughts.

“Hello?” I called out. 

I walked further into the parking lot, hearing the noise again. I sighed as I realised it was probably just Damon pulling a prank on me. 

“Very funny, Damon! You’ve freaked me out, good job. You can come out now!” I exclaimed, my eyes searching the open area. 

The merry-go-round came to a stop and I let out a deep breath to try and calm myself down. Bonnie, Damon, and I were the only ones here. No one was going to hurt me… Right?

The merry-go-round music started up again suddenly. I jumped in surprise and fear, doing another 360.

“Must be on a timer,” I muttered. 

“False,” an unfamiliar, matter-of-fact voice spoke behind me. 

I froze in my spot, afraid to turn around as I knew that definitely wasn’t Damon. 

“Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you,” the voice said, getting closer to me. 

The person appeared in front of me. I stiffened up more as the voice belonged to a man. A very attractive man, might I add. He had a big, teasing smile on his face. His blue eyes danced around my face, studying me as I studied him. He had brown hair that was combed up, wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, a green jacket and carrying a bag of pork rinds.

“Oh, you’re the one who stole the pork rinds. Who are you?” I asked. “I’m Kai,” the man held his free hand out.

My eyes flickered down to his arm and back up to his eyes. I put my hand out gingerly, slipping my hand into his slowly. I kept eye contact as we shook hands. My stomach did flips as we touched. 

“Nice to meet you, Kai. I’m Y/n,” I offered him a friendly smile. 

“Oh, I know,” Kai shrugged. I furrowed my brows, instinctively pulling my hand away from his. 

“How?” I asked. 

“I’ve been watching you and your friends for a while,” he admitted. 

“Oh,” I said, my eyes wide in shock. 

“Yep! It’s so nice to have friends now. Man, I have been really lonely,” he chuckled. 

“We aren’t friends. And what do you mean you’ve been lonely. Are you dead, too? Have you been stuck here as long as us, too?” I asked. 

Kai frowned, stepping closer to me. “Why all the questions? Don’t you want to get to know me?”

“Um,” I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, stepping back so there was distance between us. 

“Am I making you uncomfortable? Sorry about that. It’s been a while since I’ve had face-to-face type human interaction,” he chuckled, looking down to the ground. 

“No, it’s fine. Anyways, are you dead, too?” I repeated one of my burning questions. 

“No! I am very much alive. Well, I think so. You can kiss me to find out, though,” he flirted. 

I felt the tip of my ears grow warm as his suggestion. “No, thanks.” 

“Oh! I’m doing it again. God, sorry. You are just so pretty and i get nervous when I’m around girls. Especially ones like you.”

I chuckled, my grip on the shopping cart tightening. “So, you said you have been lonely. For how long, exact?”

“Long time. I’m not sure. It’s 1994, though,” he explained. 

My eyes bulged out of my head. “What?! It’s 1994?”

“Yep. There’s literally newspapers everywhere,” he snorted. 

“Well, I haven’t really been observant, I guess. What are we doing in 1994?”

“We’re stuck!” He explained. “Oh, damn,” I muttered. 

“Yeah, it sucks, but now you guys are here to keep me company!” He grinned. 

I smiled politely at him, getting ready to turn around and go back home. “Right. Well, I gotta go. My friends are expecting me for dinner. Maybe you could uh… You could um, come to dinner?”

His eyes widened in surprise. I kept on my smile, shifting the weight in my feet. 

“Really?” He asked. 

“Yeah, why not! Um, chilli sound good?” I asked. “Perfect. I’ll bring drinks,” he suggested. 

“Sounds great. Well, um, see you later?” I proposed, getting ready to turn around. 

“Yep,” he smiled. “Great,” I chuckled, looking down shyly. I began to turn around, but Kai stopped me. 

“Why don’t I drive you there? It’d be tedious of you to carry the cart all the way home, right?” Kai asked. 

I turned back around, “Um… Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Are you sure, though?” 

“Positive.”

My smiled widely, giggling a little. “Well, yeah, I’d really appreciate it.”

“Great. My car’s over here,” He said and pointed to a dark blue Chevy. 

“Wow, this is a really cool car,” I said, wheeling the car to it. “Yeah, I know,” he smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

I opened up the trunk and loaded the groceries in the car. I then walked over to the passenger seat and got in, buckling and waiting for Kai to get in the driver’s seat. We got to Damon’s place in 10 minutes. I was very thankful I had met him, even though he was a little bit of a weirdo. Kai parked in the entry way and he helped me take in the groceries. 

“Hey, Damon! Is Bonnie home yet?” I called out. 

“Yeah! I am,” Bonnie came out from the kitchen. Her smile faltered as he saw Kai standing next to me. “Who, uh, who is this?” “Oh!” I giggled. “This is Kai. We met at the supermarket.”

“Oh, really? Hi, Kai,” Damon narrowed his eyes at him. 

“Hi, Damon!” Kai said cheerfully. “How the hell do you know my name?” Damon asked. 

“Oh, he’s just uh… He’s just been observing us and stuff,” I explained. 

“Hm, not creepy at all,” Damon muttered. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Kai. Are you joining us for dinner?” Bonnie asked. 

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay,” Kai said. “Yeah! It’s fine, guys, right?” I asked. 

“Sure,” Bonnie nodded. 

“Great! I brought drinks, too,” he said, holding a bag filled with bourbon and whiskey. 

“Great, but we already have some,” Damon said, gesturing to the liquor cabinets. 

“Oh,” Kai frowned. “But it’s fine! We’ll drink your’s,” I said. 

“Great,” Kai perked up again. “Let’s get dinner started, yeah?” I suggested, walking over to the kitchen. 

Everyone nodded in agreement and helped with dinner. Kai mostly helped. Damon got bored in the middle and went to his room to do God know’s what, while Bonnie went to sit on the couch and watch 90′s classics. 

“Thanks for helping with dinner,” I said. “No problem. You are an amazing cook,” Kai complimented. 

“You haven’t even tasted the food,” I chuckled. 

“Well, you seem to know the recipe and whatnot. And it smells amazing.”

“Well, thank you,” I smiled, turning and looked at him. 

My eyes met his and a wave of butterflies washed over me. I looked into his mysterious blue eyes, getting lost in them quickly. 

“Is dinner done yet?” Damon asked, interrupting the moment. 

I jumped away from Kai in an instant, hanging my head low in embarrassment.

“Yeah,” I muttered, walking away and getting bowls out. I poured the chilli in each bowl, bringing them to the table with a glasses of Kai’s alcohol. 

“Dig in.” I sprinkled cheese over my chilli. 

“Let me take a sip of this bourbon first,” Damon said, holding the glass up skeptically. He brought the glass up to his lips, taking a slow and small sip. As soon as the bourbon touched his lips, he dropped the glass on the floor and his hand flew to his throat. 

“Oh, my God. Damon, are you okay?” I jumped up from my seat, running over to him. 

“V-Vervain,” Damon gasped. “Vervain… What?” I gulped, my eyes immediately meeting with Kai’s. 

“You!” I pointed. “Oops,” Kai chuckled, getting out of his seat. 

“Not so fast,” Bonnie said, grabbing his arm to sit him back down. Kai grabbed her arm, too. Bonnie started screaming and holding his hand in pain. 

“What? What are you doing to her!” I exclaimed, going over to them. 

“Taking her magic,” Kai shrugged. “What! B-But… How?” I asked. 

“She’s a witch, so am I. Well, not exactly. I’m more of what you say… a siphon,” he explained as if I was supposed to know. 

“Well, whatever are you, get off of her!” I yelled, taking ahold of his jacket and pulling him away. I stumbled back, still holding onto him. 

“I wasn’t done yet!” Kai whined. 

“I don’t care! You were hurting her,” I glared at him, shoving him out of the way and going to Bonnie. 

“Hey, did he burn you? Let’s get your arm under some water,” I said, grabbing her shoulder gently. 

“No, I’m not burned. It just hurt like hell. Ugh! Why did you do that?!” Bonnie exclaimed angrily at Kai. 

“Because I needed the power to do this,” Kai said, holding up his hand. He made the bottle of bourbon float up and poured it all over Damon. 

“Stop!” I shrieked, running over to shove his arm down, but he sent me flying across the room with his other hand. 

“Sorry, princess, but I can’t let you ruin this,” Kai said. 

I groaned, holding the back of my head. “Screw you.”

“Oh, I wish you could,” Kai winked at you. 

I gagged in disgust and got up slowly, groaning at the paining my back. “Not anymore.” Kai chuckled will finishing pouring the bottle of bourbon on Damon, then lifting him up and throwing him against the wall.

“B-Bonnie. D-Do mag-gic,” Damon whimpered.  “Yeah, please do,” I nodded, balancing myself on the island counter. 

“Yeah, please do, Bonnie. Please humiliate yourself in front of your friends. It’s so sad that you can’t do magic. I’ve been watching you for weeks now. What’s even the point of you trying? What’re you gonna do, fail at me? It’s embarrassing. I’m embarrassed for you,” Kai taunted her. 

Bonnie gave him a death glare and looked around the room, spotting a few candles. She closed her eyes and held up her hand. “Phasmatos Incendia.”

I watched in amazement as the candles lit. Bonnie then turned to Kai, who had a shocked look on his face. She grinned at him, cocking her head to the side. 

“I’m embarrassed for you,” she mocked him. 

“Dammit,” Kai muttered. “Looks like I have to kill you now. I was planning on for that to be later.” “Oh, no you don’t,” Damon remarked, getting up slowly. He then sped over to Kai and before Kai could react, Bonnie held Kai’s arms back while Damon punched Kai. 

“You’re going down, wacko,” Damon muttered, taking Kai’s head in his hands and slamming him down on the floor, knocking Kai out. 

“Are you okay, Damon?” I asked immediately. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get him chained up,” Damon said. 

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded, going over and lifting Kai up form under his arms. 

“Good job, Bon-Bon. About time,” Damon patted Bonnie on the back. 

“Thanks,” Bonnie gave him a small smile. 

Bonnie helped me chain up Kai to a chair, Damon going on the couch to heal and rest. 

“I can’t believe you liked him,” Damon spoke up after a while. 

“I didn’t,” I protested. “You sure? You were drooling all over him when he first came into the house. You're type is crazy,” Damon smirked. 

I rolled my eyes, wanting to change the subject. “I think the whiskey he brought also has vervain in it.”

“He’s right, Y/n. You have horrible taste in guys,” Bonnie teased. 

I scoffed. “Un-called for! Damon’s supposed to be the rude one.”

“It’s not being rude if I’m telling the truth,” Bonnie smirked. “Yeah, well, I guess I liked him. Not anymore, though,” I sighed, sitting down on the couch next to Damon. 

“Good. We would definitely have had to take you to therapy,” Damon smirked. 

I laughed with him, letting out a long sigh. “I just still can’t believe there is someone here with us.” “Yeah, and he’s a psycho,” Damon spat. 

“What're we gonna do with him when he wakes up?” I asked. 

“Interrogate him. See what he knows, what he wants, how to get out of here,” Damon answered. 

“Well, I know a little bit about what he knows,” I said. “We’re in 1994.”

“Yeah, I know,” Damon muttered. “What, how?” I asked. 

“While you were gone we found a newspaper. Apparently, we have been re-living May 10th since we got here,” Bonnie said sourly. 

“Oh. Great,” I shook my head. “Anything else you guys found out?”

“Yes, actually. Kai is a murderer,” Bonnie said. She grabbed a newspaper from the coffee table and held it up to my face. She pointed to the left side where there were four headshots of teenagers. 

“Family Massacred in Portland. The only one missing was the oldest boy. A 22 year-old named Malachai,” I read aloud. I then looked up to Kai who was still knocked out. “I-Is he Malachai?”

“All signs point to yes,” Damon said. “My God. I liked a murderer? Jesus, what is wrong with me?” I muttered, setting the newspaper down. 

“Really? Your type in men is what you’re worried about?” Damon scoffed. 

I smiled a little. “No, no! It’s just… Weird to me. Anyways, if he knows the way out, we have to get out without him, okay?”

“Deal,” Bonnie nodded. 

“Do you guys want to go to bed?” I asked. “Well, someone has to stay and watch,” Damon gestured to Kai. 

“Why don’t you. You’re the immortal,” I nudged his shoulder. 

“Fine. I’ll alert you guys when he wakes up,” Damon said. 

“Great. Thanks, Damon,” Bonnie smiled. “Mhm. No prob!” Damon exclaimed as Bonnie and I climbed up the stairs. 

“He is kinda cute,” Bonnie said once we reached one the guest bedroom.

“Who? Damon?” I asked. “No, Kai,” Bonnie explained. 

I raised my brows, my mouth formed in the shape of an ‘O’. 

“What?” Bonnie asked. “I cannot believe you just said that about our enemy. You’re never this two-faced,” I smirked. 

Bonnie rolled her eyes, “Yeah, well, he’s still a sociopath.”

“True that. Hey, wanna have a sleepover? Maybe have some fun,” I suggested. 

“Yes! Oh, I wish that Care and Elena were here,” Bonnie sighed. 

“Me, too, Bon. We’ll get to see them soon, though.” I put a hand on her shoulder. 

“I hope,” Bonnie smiled.  I smiled back and went to the closet, finding a pair of sweats and a tank top. Bonnie and I got ready for bed, staying up for a good hour talking, finally passing out across the bed. 

I was the first one to wake up. I rose up slowly and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Once I opened them fully, I looked around the room with complete confusion. Once I looked at the clock, though, I finally realised that I was in a repeating loop of May 10th, 1994. You’d think waking up for months in this place, I would get used to it, but I really never have. Not yet, at least. 

“Disappointing, right?” Bonnie spoke next to me. I turned, chuckling in agreement. “Most definitely.”

“At least we got a full night’s sleep. It’s 10 AM,” Bonnie said. “True,” I nodded, getting up and stretching. 

“Let’s go and see the sociopath living downstairs,” I groaned. 

“I’ll need coffee before I see him,” Bonnie said, getting up and putting on a robe.

“Oh, me, too,” I chuckled. 

We both went downstairs after freshening up, going to the kitchen immediately.

“Um, hello? Did you forget about us?” Damon asked form the living room. 

“Yep,” Bonnie smiled at him. Damon rolled his eyes, going over to us. 

“Hurry up, sleeping beauties. Malachai is awake,” Damon said, his eyes going wide as he said Kai’s full name. 

“Please, it’s Kai,” Kai said. “Hm, nope. I read Malachai in the newspaper,” Damon gave Kai his signature sarcastic smile. 

Bonnie and I laughed at Damon defying Kai. I poured myself some coffee and made myself some eggs and toast before going over to Damon. 

“Alright, I am ready to get this interrogation on,” I smiled, sitting down on the couch. 

“Me, too,” Bonnie said, sitting next to me. 

“Wow, you look beautiful when just waking up,” Kai complimented. 

“Drop the act, weirdo,” I rolled my eyes. 

“I was actually talking to the green-eyed beauty next to you,” Kai grinned. 

I couldn’t help but frown. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach and I looked down at my food, picking up the toast and nibbling on the crust. 

“You can still drop the act. We want answers,” Bonnie demanded. 

“Ooh, you are so sexy while dominant,” Kai winked. “And you are so gross and desperate,” Bonnie stated. 

“If you don’t give us answers, I’ll snap your neck,” Damon threatened. 

I looked up and saw Kai pursing his lips. 

“It’s so funny,” Kai stated. “What is?” Damon asked. 

“Well, you three seem to hate me, yet you haven’t killed me yet,” Kai explained. 

“Because we need information from you, and you are withholding for no reason,” Bonnie explained further. 

“Fine. But I want Y/n to ask the questions,” Kai said, his blue eyes landing on me. 

I glared at him right away. “Why me? You seem pretty infatuated with Bonnie.”

“Jealousy is not a good look on you, princess,” he spoke playfully.

I had to fight the butterflies that were swarming in my stomach. “And being annoying is not a good way for us to not kill you.”

Kai laughed, “Fair. So, what do you guys want to know?”

“Why are we here? Is this my personal hell?” Damon asked quickly. 

I furrowed my brows and looked up at  him. “Why do you think this is your personal hell?”

“Well, first of all my car is parked in the entry way. Yeah, I noticed that. And second… There was something bad I did during May 10th, 1994,” Damon sighed. 

“Damon… What did you do?” Bonnie’s voice wavered. “Yeah, Damon, what did you do?” Kai pressed on. 

“You,” Damon pointed to Kai. “Shut it. And… You guys would hate me if I told you. Like, hate me for real.”

“Oh, I bet it’s not too bad,” I smiled comfortingly. 

“Nope, it’s bad,” Damon sighed. “Well, then tell us,” Bonnie pushed. 

Damon sighed, walking from the back of the couch to the armchair. He slumped down. “I… I killed a pregnant woman.”

The plate that was once in my hand clattered to the ground. 

“You what!?” Bonnie exclaimed. 

“Not one of my best moments,” Damon sighed. 

“W-Why?” I stuttered, racking my brain for any type of logical explanation. 

“Cause I was mad at Stefan,” Damon shrugged. “And that justifies the fact that you killed a pregnant woman?” Bonnie shouted. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know! I’m a horrible person, okay?” Damon exclaimed, shooting up from his seat. 

“You’re worse than I thought. How can Elena love you!” Bonnie scoffed. 

I stood up in-between them. “Okay, not the time, guys. We need to ask Kai questions.”

“And before you do that, I need you guys to get a few things for me,” Kai said. 

I groaned, “What now?”

“Well, I need to make a list, and I can’t if I’m all tied up.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.” I went over to him, untying the rope. I then got a paper and pencil and handed them to him. 

“Thank you, honey,” Kai gave me an eye-blinding grin. 

“Yeah, whatever,” I muttered, going to the kitchen to get a dustpan to sweep up the broken pieces of the plate. 

“Alright!” Kai announced after a few moments. “All done.” “Great. I’ll go out,” I said, going over and taking the paper out of his hand. Kai reached out to stop me, though. 

“Nope. I want you to stay,” Kai said. “Why?” I asked. 

“Because you’re so cute,” he complimented. “Shut up. I will kill you,” I sneered, jerking my arm out of his grasp. 

“I’ll go. I don’t want to be around Damon,” Bonnie snarled, snatching the piece of paper. 

“Bon, c’mon,” Damon said helplessly, following her to the door. 

They both went out of the house. I could hear Bonnie shouting from the outside. 

“Finally alone together,” Kai said. 

“Yeah, no. I’m going upstairs,” I said, turning on my heels. 

“If you stay I'll tell you everything,” Kai said. 

I stopped in my track, turning back to him slowly. “Really?” 

He nodded. “I promise.”

“Fine,” I sighed, sitting back down on the couch. Kai got up and walked over. He sat down right next to me. 

I huffed and got up, sitting in the armchair. 

“Fine, I’ll talk to you this way, I guess. So, what do you want to know?” Kai asked. 

“Why did you kill your family?” I asked.  “Well, I was born into a coven of witches. The Gemini coven, to be exact. I was the black sheep of my family. The one whose magical ability was sucking the power out of people. My family hated me. My father hated me. He never showed me love or tried to understand me,” he explained. 

“And that’s why you killed your whole family? Because you never got love?” I asked. 

“Yep. Basically,” he shrugged. “Not a good enough reason,” I shook my head. 

“Well, what were you expecting?”  

I sighed, “I don’t know.”

“Precisely. Anyways, that’s why this is my personal hell. Not Damon’s.”

“How do we get out of here?” I asked. 

“Well, there’s this thing called an ascendent. That will take us home,” he explained. 

“Okay, what is it?” I asked. 

“A mystical relic that was created by my family. It can harnesses the power of a celestial event and creates a portal, to which we can all then go home.”

“And where is the ascendent?” I asked. “I have no idea,” Kai smiled. 

“Ugh! Seriously? How are we going to get out of here now?” “Well, the stuff I asked Bonnie to get will help us. Don’t worry,” he shrugged. 

“Okay, well, I’m going to go and get ready for the day,” I said, standing up. 

“And you’re going to leave me here alone? What if I kill you in the shower?” Kai asked. 

“Well, I need a shower. So, if you do, at least I’ll be released from this world,” I smiled sweetly, walking off. 

I heard him chuckle behind me. I sighed quietly and climbed up the stairs. I could not wait to get out of there. 

I came back downstairs after 30 minutes. I first looked in the living room, seeing Bonnie and Damon with Kai. 

“Took you long enough,” Damon said.

I rolled my eyes, “I assume Kai filled you in?” “Yep. I have to do a spell now to find the ascendent,” Bonnie nodded. 

“And we’re gonna do that with Kai having jam on his fingers?” I asked, pointing to Kai was scooping out jam with his hands. 

“Well, I’m not gonna do the spell. Bonnie will. I’ll just guide her,” Kai explained. 

I hummed in reply and nodded. “Alright, well, let’s get started then.”

Bonnie and Kai went to the dining room table to work. Spreading out a big map and putting some of Kai’s blood on the paper to do a locator spell. 

We watched as she tried a few times before she realised the blood wasn’t moving. 

“It doesn’t feel right,” she sighed. “Maybe I need bigger map.”

“Maybe you’re just out of practice, and you suck at magic now,” Damon said.

“Ignore him, Bonnie. Pretend he’s a white noise machine,” Kai said. “That’s how I used to tune out my siblings.”

“How many siblings?” I asked casually. 

“Seven,” Kai answered. “You know, all of them constantly yammering. But it, uh, taught me how to focus.” He went by Bonnie, looking her in the eye, his gaze traveling down to her lips. 

A pang of jealously hit my heart. I looked down at the ground, not wanting to see them kiss, if they did. 

“Easy there, big brother,” Damon remarked. “She doesn’t know you. At least buy her a drink.”

Bonnie and Kai chuckled, looking at each other. I groaned quietly, going to the kitchen to get myself a drink.

“Hey! Where are you going, princess?” Kai called. 

“Somewhere where you’re not,” I grumbled. 

I got out a bottle of scotch, taking a swig from the bottle. 

“Woah, easy there, princess,” Damon mocked the nickname Kai had given me. 

I glared at him. “Do not call me that.”

“What, I can’t, but Kai can? Sounds like someone still has a crush,” Damon sang. 

“I do not!” 

“You sure you don’t like him? Cause I think you two would make a great fit. He’s crazy and well, you seem to like crazy.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, like you and Elena are a great fit, right? You being the one who keeps breaking up with her and all.”

I then walked past Damon and back into the living room, earning a glare from him. 

“The blood’s moving towards Virginia. Can’t be right,” Kai said. 

“Mm-mm. Spell’s working. It’s showing me Mystic Falls. It feels so… close,” Bonnie said, putting her hand on Kai’s jacket, candles lighting up. 

“It right here,” Bonnie said, pressing her hand into his chest. 

Kai took out the ascendent from his jacket pocket, an expression of shock on his face. “Very good.”

“That’s the ascendent?” I asked. “The one and only,” Kai smiled. 

“Thanks for the mind games, jackass,” Damon said. 

“It was just another little test. To make sure Bonnie’s magic was precise enough for the spell,” Kai explained. “I do believe we’re ready. Pack your bags, we’re going home.”

Kai then walked out of the house and to the front yard, stopping every few moments. 

“You’re wandering around like a crazy man, why?” Damon asked. 

“I’m looking for the exact right spot,” Kai answered, holding the ascendent up to the sky. “We need to find where the power of the eclipse is focused.”

“You know, you could have just showed us the ascendant to begin with,” Bonnie said. 

“Yeah, but I wanted to feel your hand on my chest,” Kai smirked. 

A frown rested upon my lips and I looked down at the ground. 

“He is so annoying,” Bonnie muttered. 

“You’re just not used to guys hitting on you,” Damon said. “You know, I can’t wait to get out of here,” Bonnie glared. 

She then went next to me. I held my head back up, but not looking at her.

“Hey, how you holding up?” She asked. “Oh, fine,” I shrugged. “I’m getting kind of bored, though.”

“Yeah, I feel you… Hey,” Bonnie said, putting her hand on my arm. I turned to her, “Yeah?”

“Kai is a sociopath. He’s just flirting with us to get a rise out of each other. I know you don’t like him anymore, but that attraction you felt to him is probably still there. Let’s not let him tear us apart, okay? We’re stronger than some guy,” she smiled. 

I smiled with her, perking up. “Yeah. You’re right. Sorry, just between him calling me pet names and the fact that Damon is always so pissy, it’s hard to be optimistic.”

“Well, I can do magic again now, so there’s one reason!” “Very true. Good job, by the way,” I complimented. “Why, thank you,” Bonnie chuckled.

We followed Kai and Damon, beginning to talk about our plans for when we got home. I looked down at the ground as she talked about her plans with Jeremy. I kicked around a rock, a pair of shoes appearing in front of me. It was Kai. Before my body could stop, I knocked into him.

His hands supported my waist, holding me up. My eyes met his and for a split second, I could see the human in him. I pushed him away though, scoffing in the process. 

“A little warning next time?” 

Kai just smiled down at me, then looking up to the sky. “The eclipse will happen directly overhead. In perfect alignment with the Gemini constellation. You need to dig under the tunnels below us. We’ll do the spell here,” Kai said 

“Wait, why do we have to dig?” Damon asked.

“Have you never portal-jumped through an eclipse before? Okay, look, the light of the eclipse will shine down and activate the ascendant. You spout a little witchy woo and then, poof! Anyone standing in the circle of light holding the ascendant goes home,” Kai explained. 

“Let me see the spell,” Bonnie said. “When the time comes,” Kai smiled.

He then walked past us three. 

“Where are you going?” I asked. “Into town. I need to gather some important supplies,” Kai explained. 

“Y/n, why don’t you watch over him to make sure he isn’t planning to kill us,” Damon said. 

“What! No!” I protested. “You really want to be stuck with us? Digging a hole?” Bonnie asked. 

“Not really,” I sighed. “Fine, I’ll go. See you guys later.” 

“Have fun,” Bonnie smiled. “Oh, you know I will,” I smiled sourly as I followed Kai’s path. 

I jogged to catch up with him. “Hey, Kai! Wait up.”

Kai stopped in his tracks, turning in surprise. “Stalking me?”

“Nope. More like babysitting.”

“Hm. Well, I’m older than you, so technically I would be doing the babysitting,” Kai said. 

“Yeah, like you have any parental instincts. So, where into town are we going?” 

“I thought you hated talking to me,” Kai said. “Just answer the damn question,” I glared. 

“I’m picking up some personal belongings,” Kai explained. 

“Why?” You asked. “Because 1994 has been my home for most of my life. I don’t want to get homesick when I go into the 21st century,” Kai answered.

“Hm, I see. Well, a lot has changed in the last 18 years,” I said. 

“So I can see. They obviously didn’t make girls as pretty as Bonnie back then,” Kai smirked. 

My lips pulled down into another frown. Him complimenting Bonnie was like a stake to the heart. I didn’t know why, but it bothered me a little too much to hear him talk about other girls. It was even worse considering that the girl he was talking about was my best friend.  

“Hey, don’t be so sad. You’re pretty, too,” Kai nudged my shoulder.

“Wow, thanks,” I rolled your eyes. 

“I’m serious! You’re more pretty than Bonnie!” Kai said. “Just want I wanted. You dragging my friend down so I can be complimented,” I hummed. 

Kai rolled his eyes. “Women are so difficult. Look, I meant that you’re really pretty. Bonnie is, too. Just accept the fact I think you’re pretty!”

My face warmed up quickly and I hung my head low. “T-Thanks.”

“Let me guess, not a lot of guys compliment you?”

“They do, but doesn’t mean I don’t get flustered.”

“You seem pretty outgoing to me,” Kai said. 

“Well, that’s probably because I hate you. I’m shy to guys I like,” I explained, putting my head back up. 

“Hm… Or you just think that. You know, girls can be mean when they like a guy.”

“Yeah, in elementary school. Look, I’m not 8 anymore. I know the difference between love and hate and trust me, my feelings for you stand on the hate side.”

“Keep saying that, princess,” Kai remarked. “And stop calling me princess! God, it’s so annoying,” I groaned. 

“C’mon, I know you like it, princess,” Kai teased, poking at my arm. 

I swatted his hand away. “For someone who is a sociopath, you sure like to flirt a lot.”

“I am not a sociopath,” Kai said. “You sure are,” I chuckled. 

“I’m not. I was just treated like the biggest embarrassment and disappointment of my family, and I’ve been stuck here for 18 years. It’s not fun going through what I did,” Kai argued. 

I softened up a little. “Right, yeah. So, how long do we have to walk for?”

“Not very long,” Kai said. 

We walked in a weirdly comfortable silence for 10 more minutes before arriving at a house. 

“This your place I assume?” I asked. 

“Yep. Not the place I grew up in, though,” he said, walking up. “Because you were born in Oregon?” I guessed. 

“Yep. Wow, you pay attention to what I say. So sweet.” I huffed, “Just hurry up.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” I waited for him outside the house, beginning to play with the locket around my neck. I took it off, opening it and smiling nostalgically.

“I miss you guys. I wish you were here,” I said to the pictures, running my fingertips on them. 

“Are you talking to yourself?” Kai’s voice sounded out of nowhere. 

I jumped, immediately shutting the locket. “No. Are you finished?”

“Yep,” he nodded. 

“Good, let’s hurry back.” 

“Who were you talking to?” He asked as we started our journey back to Bonnie and Damon. 

“Nobody,” I answered. “So you were talking to yourself?” Kai pressed. 

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Why?” He asked. 

“It’s none of your business,” I said quickly. I hoped he got the hint that this was something that I would never share. 

“Oh, please? You know, like, everything about me!”

I groaned, “No, Kai! Stop it.”

His eyebrows raised, his lips curling up into a smile. “Alright, Miss Fussy.”

I went in front of him, walking fast. We finally got back to the big hole that was now in the middle of the forrest. 

“Now will you show us the spell?” Bonnie asked, panting. 

“Not yet,” Kai said. “Why? We’ve done everything you want. Just get us out of here,” Damon said. 

“I just… I can’t. Not yet,” Kai shrugged. 

I scoffed, “Now is not the time to be a dick.”

“Wait,” Bonnie said, staring hard at Kai. “He doesn’t know the spell. Which means we don’t need him. Motus.”

Suddenly the pickaxe that Damon had flew up and plunged Kai in the heart, missing my arm by a centimeter. 

“Bonnie!” I shrieked. 

“What? You never liked him anyways,” Bonnie shrugged. “I have my grimoire right here, I’ll find the spell.” Bonnie pulled out the spell book from her backpack. 

“Yeah, and how long is that gonna take?” Damon asked. “Not long if you two let me concentrate,” Bonnie said. 

Damon groaned and walked over to me. “She seems way too calm.”

“She’s not one to freak out like you or Caroline. I’m a little mad at her, too, but I know she’s got this,” I shrugged, taking a seat on the dirt. 

“Find the spell yet, Bon-Bon?” Damon asked, leaning against a tree. 

“It’s been 2 minutes,” I swatted Damon’s leg. “No, but I think the Gemini coven used a Bennett spell to create this place. That's why my grams sent me here,” Bonnie explained. 

I smiled at her, “Great thinking!”

Bonnie thanked me with a nod, holding the ascendent up in her hands and muttering an incantation. My jaw dropped as I saw the ascendent move outwards. 

“And this is why Kai never killed me. He needed a Bennett,” Bonnie smiled triumphantly. 

“See, I told you she knew what she was doing,” I smiled up at Damon. 

“Yeah, well, I did, too. I was just giving her a hard time,” Damon shrugged. 

Bonnie chuckled. “You guys ready to go home?”

“Hell yeah!” I exclaimed and jumped up. 

We all jumped down the hole that Bonnie and Damon dug up, landing in a cave. Bonnie wasted no time dropping her blood onto the ascendant. She muttered the spell, the ascendent winding out further. 

“Ready, guys?” Bonnie asked. 

I nodded, walking up to her and putting my hand under her’s. Damon put his hand under mine. 

“Let’s go home,” I smiled, tears threatening to fall out of my eyes. 

As Bonnie was about to say the spell, an arrow struck just right under my heart and sent me flying. Another arrow also hit Bonnie. I hit a pile of rocks, my head turning to whoever hit me. It was Kai. 

“Forgetting someone?” He asked. “Did you really think I haven’t tried to kill myself before? Because I have.” He loaded up the crossbow again. 

Damon made a move for the ascendent that was now on the floor. 

“Grab that or the next arrow will be in their hearts. Your choice.” Kai threatened. 

Damon sighed and sped over to Bonnie, pulling the arrow out from her body. She screamed in pain, my eyes widening as I watched Kai take the ascendent. 

“Damon!” I exclaimed as Damon as about to feed us his blood. 

Damon fed Bonnie his blood quickly and ran up to Kai, knocking the ascendent out of his hand. My eyes fell to the ascendent as it was close enough for me to try and grab. I tried to reach, but Bonnie was a few steps ahead of me. She then bent down to me, ripping the arrow out of my side. I screamed in pain, tears streaming down my face. 

“We’re gonna get you out of here, okay? Just put pressure on this,” Bonnie said, grabbing her jacket around my wound. 

I shook my head, smiling sadly. “No, I-I won’t make it. You and Damon go. You guys have too much to live for. Me? I have no family there, and we all know Caroline and Elena miss you more.”

“That is so not true,” Bonnie said. “When you were gone at camp for those 3 summers, all Care and Elena could take about was how much they’ve missed you. And I know for a fact that Tyler, Matt, and especially Stefan miss you, too. We are getting you out of here.”

“We are, Y/n. Otherwise Elena would kill me,” Damon groaned from behind me. “I would rather be killed by my hot, vampire girlfriend instead of this psycho. A little help Bonnie?”

Bonnie nodded, muttering a spell that sent Kai flying back. Damon then came over and lifted me up, carrying me over to Bonnie. We stood under the light and I looked up, smiling happily. 

“I’m getting out of here,” I sighed. 

“Not on my watch!” Kai exclaimed. As soon as we started to float up, Kai ran over to Damon and knocked me out of his arms.

“No!” I screamed. 

“Y/n!” Bonnie exclaimed as she shot up in the portal. 

I watched with hot, burning tears as Bonnie and Damon disappeared. I sobbed in pain and sadness, looking at Kai with a watery gaze. 

“Why?!” I screamed. 

“Because like you said, you don’t have any family there. Me neither, so there’s no reason for you to get back to your home,” Kai explained with a shit-eating grin. 

“Screw you,” I muttered distantly. I felt my eyes begin to droop. My breathing was so shallow, I could barely feel my heartbeat. I looked up to the light that was shining down. Where my friends once were. 

“Sleep well, princess. I’ll see you soon.” Was the last thing I heard before I lost all consciousness. 

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A Well Kept Secret - George Weasley (Part One)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Food mentions, talking about food, one night stand (no smut) having a child, getting pregnant, being pregnant,

Summary: A one night stand with George produces a child and a secret.

Trope Series: Secret baby.

A/N: This one is going to be in two parts (possibly three we will have to see) but I just started writing this last night and couldn’t stop so here it is. 

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It was a chilly evening in the Fall of 1997 when it all started, two lifelong friends meet in a London pub for a drink or two to take the edge off of their worries and fears as war wages around them. A red haired man sat beside a girl He’d known for the last nine years, they were nearly three drinks deep as their fingers brushed. With a soft intake of breath they looked to each other, her eyes wide as she stared up at him; his eyes had trained on hers as his tongue slid over his lips then dropped to her parted lips. That’s when he knew it was over and his life would never be the same. Little did he know how one night of pure bliss with his schoolyard crush would change both their lives in the ways that it did.

It was only one night. It was only supposed to be one night no matter the feeling that had arisen as they kissed on her bed that night and whispered “I love you” in the dark. The world was far too dangerous to start anything more than that one night and so they kept it at that though it was hardly a surprise to anyone when their glances to each other were lingering or their goodbyes just a touch too long. It was eight weeks before Y/N realized something was off.

The missed period. That’s what did it for her. The most obvious of symptoms but now as she looked down at the stick waiting for an answer things fell into place. She was sick to her stomach so often her diet consisted mostly of crackers the last week, she was exhausted though she had chalked it up to the stress of the current situations the suddenness of it started to make sense. Her mind ran through a checklist of symptoms her mother had claimed during her second pregnancy and with each check mark left her mind became more certain and as the timer went off and her eyes focused on the results she wasn’t as shocked as she should have been.

She was having George Weasley’s baby.

With a hand pressed to her stomach her mind raced. The Weasley family were targets, and England wasn’t safe. So with a single letter owled to her parents Y/N was packing her bags and was off to the states.

She settled into a small town in Missouri. Hermann, population now 2,401 with one on the way. With her life’s savings she paid cash from a tiny shack of a house in the center of town and tried to live her muggle life. At only 19 she was receiving dirty and pitying looks alike as he stomach started to grow beneath her waitress uniform.

At 29 weeks pregnant she received the news, a letter from her parents proclaiming the fall of Voldemort and the end of the war, they begged her to come home. As she looked down at her swollen stomach she hesitated and wrote them a single word response. No.

She had planned to return to London, her home for her whole life, but fear continued to stop her. Voldemort was gone, the Weasley family had lived, George had lived, her family was safe, but the thought of showing up so many months later after no words to George frightened her beyond any unforgivable curse. And so she did it alone. She gave birth to their son alone. She held a first birthday alone, and then a second, and a third all alone. Each year as his birthday drew to a close Y/N wondered if she should write to George, if she should tell him of their son, tell him about his big brown eyes and thick red hair; to tell him of all the mischief their three year old caused. And every year she remembered that it was meant to only be one night. The night had been filled with passion and confessions of love but she not only had to worry about rejection for herself but for the small boy that crawled into her bed when the wind was too loud and begged for just one more bedtime story before she turned out the light. He thought his father was gone, that he had loved him and wanted him but that now he was gone. She couldn’t put her son in a position to be rejected. Not by his own father.

And so she stayed. She stayed away from England, away from her family, away from George. Until an owl arrived on her doorstep 2 weeks after Graysen’s third birthday, an envelope at its feet. With a sigh she took the envelope inside and tore into it, inside was an invitation to her sister’s wedding. It read...

Please join us for the wedding of Alexa & Dawson

The First of September, 2001 at six o’clock in the evening

Dawson’s Family Home

Painswick England

Reception to Follow

Also inside the envelope was a letter, a plea from Alexa to come home, to “Bring Graysen and come home. Just a few weeks. Be my maid of honor and let me meet my nephew.” And so, filled with guilt, Y/N booked the plane tickets and a week later the two of them flew to London.

**********

Leaving the safety of the home she had built made Y/N’s blood run cold, on edge every time she left her parents house, every flash of red hair was a Weasley in her mind and every time it wasn’t she’d breathe a sigh of relief. Until the day the air caught in her lungs as a tall red haired man spotted her across the street. Identical to the one that played in her mind all the time.

He raced across the street and threw his arms around her, barely taking notice of the small red haired boy holding tightly to her hand. “Y/N!” He exclaimed. “How long has it been?”

Y/N used her free hand to pat him on the back. “Almost four years, it’s good to see you Freddie.” She pulled away, her eyes darting to her son, standing at her feet looking up at the man with curiosity. It was then that Fred looked down too and in that moment he realized her long kept secret and she knew it.

“And who’s this?” His voice tentative as he looked between her and the boy.

“This is Graysen.” She smiled and crouched down beside him, the two of them now looking up at Fred. “Graysen, this is one of Mummy’s friends from school, can you say hello to Fred?”

With a glint in his eyes a grin spread across his face. “Hello Fred!”

Fred now too crouched down to a closer height. “Well hello to you too Graysen,” Fred held out his hand and Graysen grabbed it. “How old are you?”

Graysen smiled and jumped up and down. “I just turned three in July!”

Fred faked a shocked face. “Three in July? You’re awfully big for three.”

“Mommy said I got it from my Daddy.”

Fred mumbled under his breath. “I bet you did.”

Y/N gave him a smile and picked Graysen up. “Well we best get going, I have to pick up my dress for Alexa’s wedding, it’s in two weeks.”

Fred nodded. “Right, well I’ll let you get back to your errands, but only if you agree to come to dinner at the Burrow tonight. You spent so much time at our house during breaks Mum will be thrilled to see you.”

“Oh Fred I don’t know I wouldn’t want to impose.” She said, shaking her head vigorously.

“You wouldn’t be, you’re invited. Please come, bring Graysen and your partner.” He insisted, looking to the little boy.

Her voice became small, “Actually it’s just Gray and I.”

“All the more reason to come then.” He was certainly persistent on the matter.

Y/N smiled softly at him, “You’re not going to accept no are you?”

He shook his head, “Not this time.”

“I’ll be there, six as usual?”

“Mum does like to keep a tight meal schedule these days.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Perfect.” With that the two parted ways and Y/N regretted coming home.

**********

Fred strolled into the shop, two paper bags in hand, each filled with food from their favorite muggle dinner in London. Walking up to his brother and setting the food on the counter Fred narrowed his eyes at his brother. “George?” He began, “You remember like 4 years ago, there was a night you didn’t come home?”

George turned from his brother as the corners of his lips turned up at the memory.“Yeah, why?”

“Where were you?”

George rolled his eyes and sighed. “I told you before, I’m not telling you, I was safe that’s what matters.”

Fred rolled his eyes too and mumbled under his breath. “I don’t know if you were as safe as you could have been.”

George turned to him in confusion “What do you mean?”

Fred shook his head. “Nothing, just make sure you’re ready to go by six, you know mum doesn’t like us being late.”

**********

At half past five Y/N sat in front of her parents' empty fireplace, Graysen playing on the floor in front of her as a million thoughts raced through her mind, how could she have said yes? How could she have agreed to dinner with the family of her son, a boy they didn’t know existed, that they didn’t know was theirs. She had considered leaving him with her parents but Fred has specifically invited the two of them and so as the clock struck quarter to six she wrapped Graysen up in her arms and the two of them apparated to the Burrow. Placing Graysen on the ground and holding tightly to his hand Y/N knocked on the front door three times.

When the door swung open Molly Weasley stood on the other side, face bright and smiling and she pulled Y/N in for a hug and ushered her into the home.

It was as bright and warm as it had always been, filled with noise and people.

“Who’s this?” Molly asked smiling down at Graysen looking around the magical house in wonder.

“This is Graysen, my son.”

Molly looked at her with wide eyes, “Your son?”

“Yes, he’s why I left the county.”

Molly gave her a smile and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You did the right thing dear, it wasn’t safe.”

“I know, but I should have come back sooner.” Her voice was soft and filled with sadness.

“What’s done is done, now come, we’re all sitting down to dinner.”

Walking into the kitchen felt so normal, she’d taken so many meals here in her youth it felt so natural to take the seat she’d always held, right beside George, though his seat seemed to be empty.

The table filled, Aruther and Molly at the heads, Ginny and Harry, Hermione and Ron, Bill, Fleur, even Percy and his wife had joined the fray tonight but the twin’s seats still remained empty at six oh one when there was a loud crack and the two cackling gingers appeared.

“Sorry we’re late mum, one last customer and all that, you know how it is.” Fred smiled as their laughter died down and they looked to the table.

When their eyes locked the room went silent. Y/N and George just stared at each other, until Graysen pulled on her arm for her attention. That’s when George looked to the small boy beside her and his heart soared then sank. Silently he went to his seat, the one beside Y/N, just as it has always been back when they were younger. Though this time they stayed nearly silent as they filled their plates and ate, Y/N keeping a close eye on the boy next to her as he fed himself small spoonfuls of the concoction he’d made of his plate.

“So Y/N,” Fred spoke. “You introduce Georgie to your son?”

Y/N swallowed and shook her head. “George? This is my son Graysen.”

George leaned around her to get a good look at the boy, the red hair and the big brown eyes, there was no doubt that he was a Weasley. “Hello Graysen, it’s nice to meet you. I’m George.”

With a full spoon still in his mouth Graysen attempted a smile and waved his little hand in George’s direction. The normal conversation resumed and George turned to her and asked. “How old is he?”

“He just turned three.” She stated, her eyes trained closely on her plate.

“He seems like a sweet boy.”

“He is, he’s adorable and an absolute terror at times. His tantrums have been known to shake walls.”

Arthur chuckled, jumping into the conversation. “You know, the twins were like that too when they were young, thought they were going to bring the whole house down once or twice.”

Y/N smiled and stayed silent, the rest of dinner focused entirely on the food in front of her and keeping Gray’s mess contained to his plate. Dinner was cleared and everyone ushered themselves into the living room, Graysen and Victoire sat in the middle of the floor playing, everyone else sat around them on couches and chairs. It was all polite conversation until Fred turned to her with a mischievous smile, the same one his twin got, the same one that Graysen got, the one that indicated a terrible, terrible, idea.

“So Y/N,” Fred began, “Who’s Graysen’s dad?”

Y/N tried to smile but the panic was clear on her face. “Wow, right to the hard hitters.”

“Shouldn’t be a hard question.” His tone flat, no hint of laughter in his voice. And so the interrogation began.

“You don’t know him.”

“Is he a wizard?”

“Yes.”

“Come from a big family?”

“No just him and his one sibling.”

“A twin?”

“No.”

“Parents names?”

“Mark and Anna.”

“What happened to him?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Did he go to hogwarts with us?”

“Yes.”

“Gryffindor?”

“Yes.”

Fred paused his rapid fire and his eyebrows rose. “Really?”

That was when it dawned on her, she’d slipped. There were only four Gryffindor boys their year. Fred knew it wasn’t him, and there was only one other redhead. “Fuck.” Y/N stood up quickly, picking Graysen up in her arms as she walked swiftly toward the door. “I’ve gotta go.”

George stood up after her following the two of them to the door. “Y/N wait!” He shouted but without a second thought a crack filled the air and she was gone.

George stormed back into the room, his eyes full of rage. “I can’t believe you!” He yelled his anger directed at his twin as the rest shuffled from the room.

Fred huffed. “Why are you angry with me? I was just asking questions about his father.” A sly smirk on his face as he leaned back in his chair.

“Because you know it’s me and you pushed her anyway!” George grew more angry by the minute.

“I did that for you! Do you really think she was going to tell you when she’s kept it from you this long already? No!” Fred now stood, face to face with his twin.

George choked on his words, clenching and releasing his fists as he tried not to attack the man before him. After a moment, his breathing calmed and his voice steadied. “That’s not a decision you get to make for her or for me. Now I have to go fix this and I’ll be lucky if she lets me in.” And with that George turned and walked out the door.

[hanii-rose]

Hi there! I would first like to say I’m a huge fan of both your art and your writing~ your posts make my brain release the happy chemicals ♡

If it’s ok I was wondering if I could request Garou with a shy s/o who works up the courage to surprise him by wearing lingerie?? (〃ω〃) only if you want to tho of course

tysm, ily!

✯Lingerie Fever✯

Garou × Fem!Reader

You stood in front of the pristine glass window of the only adult shop in your district, wishfully eyeing the beautifully assorted contents on the other side of it. The pretty little store mannequins stood proudly, in poses you could never pull off, wearing provocative attire, some adorning cuter variations while others had more sexy designs.

This whole situation was strange. People passed by behind you giving you strange looks as you wiggled anxiously near the store window.

You were too occupied to notice their stares, too invested in your own thoughts to care about your surroundings.

Your lover, Garou was out at work, earning a living for the two of you which left you home alone. With nothing to do but watch mindless television, you had opted to go for a little outing.

•••

You had gained an interest in intimate apparel on a lazy Monday, after your boyfriend had left for work and you stumbled upon a romantic advice blog while leisurely surfing the web on your laptop.

'How to Make Your Boyfriend the Happiest in the World!'

Having nothing interesting to do, you clicked on the link, intrigued by the title. The first few tips it gave were fairly ordinary.

'You can only touch a man's heart through his stomach!' or 'Men love complements on their hair and outfit'. Nothing too surprising came up, until you had reached the absolute end of the blog. Suddenly, you found yourself flustered at the blush inducing words on your screen.

'A man cannot resist a woman in erotic attire...'

That last little tip had sent you into a shameless daydream as you thought about it more and more. You? Dress up in sexy clothes for Garou? Was the room getting hotter or were you just overheating?

But the more you pondered on the shameless idea, the more it started to occur to you that the only time you ever dressed up for him was on Valentine's Day and even then it was just a cute dress or a pretty frock.

But nothing sexy...

•••

You squinted and stuck your tongue out, trying to read the price tags from outside of the store but had no luck. The numbers were way too small.

A clerk, while dusting inside the shop noticed your strange behaviour and ran over to open up the door. She watched you peculiarly for a few seconds before speaking.

"Uh ma'am, if you're looking for a set you should come inside. We have a lot to choose from!"

You jumped in surprise and frantically waved your hands in front of you, blabbing out no's.

"Ack- I uh, no no. It's ok! I was just looking!"

The shop lady smiled and gestured for you to head inside with her. Her brown bob bounced as she jovially explained.

"If you were looking, you were obviously interested. Come in and I'll show you some that'll really suit you!"

You gulped and hesitantly nodded, following the saleswoman into the store. Walking through the doors, your eyes landed on the exquisite bras and panties. You gasped quietly, unable to comprehend the sheer erotic beauty of all of them.

"A-a-are these...real?"

The woman chuckled at you, her hand coming up to stifle the noise.

"What a silly question! Of course they're real."

You scratched your neck, embarrassed at your naivety and lack of knowledge about erotic clothing.

"What's your name?"

You blinked a few times and shyly answered.

"O-oh, I'm Y/N."

"Well Y/N, how about you take a look around. I'll be right here behind the counter waiting for you when you're finished."

You shyly nodded, flashing her a small smile.

You took a deep breath, making up your mind.

'Ok Y/N! No more shyness! Just choose one you like! Garou will love it too...right?'

You shook your head and continued to observe the clothes.

A tall skinny mannequin with her hand on her hip, wore a black, lacy set, crotchless and sexy. A bit too sexy for you...

The one next to it, a shorter bustier dummy adorned a pink satin nightie, white lace around the edges but showed off too much cleavage at first glance. Whoa, that's a lot of exposure!

Another one that caught your eye stood in the middle of the room, a spotlight highlighting it's intricate features, obviously the most beautiful one in the store.

An adorable white baby doll two piece, satin bows and tulle flowers lined the tips, strings to tighten and loosen twisted up the front. Two innocent little ruffle crew socks came with the stunning set, perfecting it.

Your eyes sparkled in awe, your brain screamed 'this is the one!'

Your mouth agape, you eyed the pretty mannequin, looking for a price.

"This is your first time buying, isn't it?"

You broke out of your trance, turning to look at the saleswoman with a sheepish grin.

"Y-yes. I've never really had the um... interest in these sorts of things..."

"Ah, I see. Well, did you find the one you want?"

You nodded your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

You hesitantly pointed to the one you liked and spoke.

"I r-really liked that one. Is there one in m-my s-size?"

You could barely speak without stuttering, much too shy.

"Of course. You have good taste for a first-timer. It's pricey but worth it."

You took a deep breath and shakily asked for the price.

"That one's our latest model, inported all the way from (foreign country). It costs more than most of the other ones here."

You took in the information, still curious to see if you could afford it.

"It's 12000 yen. But I assure you, the price isn't the only thing that's high quality."

You slumped your shoulders, already defeated at hearing the cost of the pair.

"I-its so much for a bra and underwear..."

You whined quietly to yourself, dejected. Who would carry around so much money. You'd have to hit up an ATM somewhere, but the nearest one was four blocks away.

The day wasn't getting any brighter either and you'd have to be home before Garou to avoid any awkward questions about your whereabouts.

You sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"C-can I come back for this one next week?"

You bashfully played with your fingers while asking.

"Well, it's an exquisite piece, I'm not sure if I can hold it off for you for more than a day or two..."

She apologized but you assured her it was not an issue. Looks like you'd have to buy it earlier and hide it in your shared closet, at least until the time was right.

>>

You had returned home a while back, changed into one of Garou's white t-shirts and began preparing for dinner. Garou had come home not long after you, completely oblivious to your little outing. You had decided against telling him, it would only lead to unwanted questions.

While stirring the curry pot, your thoughts went back to that stunning piece that awaited you in that lingerie store. It was so pretty, you wanted it now. Not just for Garou but for yourself as well.

As of now, Garou rested peacefully in your bedroom, so very tired from working so hard. He's the sweetest guy you'd ever met, well after you had gotten to know him.

To others he might look like a brute, scary and standoffish, but to you...

He was perfect. Flawed, but perfect.

Putting the lid back on and turning off the stove, you quietly made your way to where Garou slept, tip-toeing over and standing next to where he snored.

He looked so relaxed, it almost made you want to curl up next to him, but then nobody would eat that amazing beef curry you had prepared. You'd have to wake him up, you almost felt bad.

Nudging his shoulder with your hand, you tried pushing him to stir him out of sleep but he stayed snoring, turning around and hiding his face with his arm.

You internally groaned. This time you tried quietly whispering him awake.

"G-Garou... Garou, wake up."

He whined ruggedly, and shifted again turning back to you, still asleep.

"Don't you want dinner?"

He sleepily shook his head, too tired to verbally respond.

You rubbed your face with your palms aggressively. He's just so cute!

You looked at him with adoration, a gentle smile gracing your lips. He's not waking up anytime soon, might as well give him a little kiss.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you lowered your head downwards and placed a sweet peck on his cheek, giggling to yourself as you rushed to the kitchen to set the table and let your boyfriend sleep for a few more minutes.

You took out the silver forks and spoons, washing them and readying them to place on the dinner table next to the served plates of curry and rice.

"All this time we've been together and all ya' give me is a kiss on the cheek?"

Came a familiar voice, deeper than normal.

"O-oh, Garou! You surprised me..."

You whispered shyly, clutching the silverware closer to your chest.

"D-dinner, I mean... I made curry for dinner."

"Sit, I'll get you a glass of water..."

Garou seated himself down onto his usual chair and waited for you to completely get the table ready.

"That colour. It looks good on ya'..."

After shakily pouring water into Garou's jug and your cup, you finally took a seat, straightening yourself out.

"Thank you, Garou..."

You thanked, happy that he thought you were appealing.

"How was work?"

Garou shrugged, same old, same old.

"And you? What'd you do?"

You played with your food, pushing the curry around with your spoon, cutely shrugging, not speaking one bit.

"Yer' actin' awfully weird. Somethin' wrong?"

You shook your head and gulped nervously, shifting your line of sight from his face to your plate. Clearing your throat, you took a large spoonful and chewed, trying to avoid answering his question.

"Yer' so cute..."

Garou's voice retained its deep pitch, possibly becoming even lower than before.

"Ya' know, I just woke up so I ain't fallin' asleep anytime soon..."

You swallowed the mouthful and tilted your head, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

Garou raised a brow, smirking.

"We could..."

...

After the realization of what he actually meant hit you, you snorted while taking a sip from your cup, falling into a coughing fit in your seat. As soon as the coughing stopped, you spoke, surprised at his suggestion.

"W-what? I-ok, uh..."

"We don't need'ta if ya' dont wanna..."

You calmly shook your head and reached over the table, placing your petite hand over his.

"N-no, I mean we can... that sounds, that sounds good..."

You bashfully confirmed, smiling, avoiding his gaze.

"Well then, start chewin' faster cus' once I'm done, there won't be any time to finish yer' food..."

Your flushed, your body becoming hot as you fidgeted in your seat.

>>

You took a deep breath of air before pushing open the glass doors, entering the building.

That morning, after Garou had gone off to work, you picked up your keys and your purse, running to the bank to withdraw just enough money for the lingerie piece you liked.

Today, you were going to buy it!

You had been prepping yourself up for it since last night, thinking about how much better the night would've been if you had worn something like that. Not that it wasn't amazing without it, it was. With Garou, it always was, but you wanted to contribute to his pleasure too!

You spotted the woman from before and slowly walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder.

She looked up from her leaning position over the cash counter, took out her earbuds and cast you a knowing look.

"So, you're here for the set I presume?"

Nodding, you fidgeted, shyly smiling in excitement.

"Thought so..."

The woman led you to the changing rooms and you followed.

"So your partner, what're they like?"

"W-well, he's very strong and cool..."

You shyly twirled your hair, while walking, going deeper into the store.

"And...he's really handsome and c-cute."

"He's also smart... sometimes..."

The saleswoman chuckled and halted in front of the changing room door.

"Sounds like a catch."

You chuckled softly. Yes, yes he is.

"I'll bring some sizes and colors over, tell me which one fits best and we'll pack it up, kay'?"

"Thank you. You're so kind..."

"Don't mention it."

The woman promptly left to go fetch you every variation of the babydoll set, and you excitedly tried on each one.

After going through what seemed like thirty different colours of the same piece, you finally found one that suit you just right, and it was in a colour Garou actually appreciated you in.

You absolutely loved it!

You stood near the register, happily paying for the lingerie. The woman proceeded to securely pack it for you, chuckling at your eagerness.

"Stay confident in this piece, it really suits you!"

She pumped you up, giving you a boost of confidence that you really needed. This feeling was so amazing, like nothing could ruin your day!

It was so empowering!

Is this how men feel?

Vigorously bowing, you thanked her for her service and enthusiastically pushed open the shop doors, exiting the establishment.

>>

A couple of days had passed since you had purchased the fine piece of clothing, hiding it meticulously at the very back of your closet, where Garou could never find it.

You contemplated whether tonight was an appropriate time to wear it. It was a glorious Sunday and Garou had come home an hour ago from mingling among his colleagues. The boys had held some get-together today and he was invited, acting as if it was something dreadful but secretly, you knew he was excited to have friends.

Garou laid under you on the bed, sprawled out, taking up most of it. You laid on top of his chest facing him, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him.

"Garou, did you have fun with your friends today?"

He gave a single affirmative nod.

"What did you guys do?"

He shrugged, explaining bluntly.

"Sat around with a case of cola at the bridge..."

"Had a drinking contest, which I won."

Obviously.

"No one can finish five cokes in ten seconds like you can."

You could feel Garou smirking as his arm around your waist got tighter and his free hand came to squeeze your cheek.

"You know it, sweetheart..."

He left an airy kiss at your temple and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I missed you a lot today."

You sheepishly admitted, burying your face into his chest, revelling in his scent.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya' either..."

✯✯✯

You lifted your head to face him, interested in what he had to say.

"Believe me when I say I was itchin' to come home..."

Oh, his voice just lowered in tone. You gulped.

"All I could think about was you under me."

"Y-you're just saying that!"

Garou chuckled, his chest shaking under you as he did so.

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because you like teasing me!"

He snickered, pulling you into a make-out session, tongue and all.

Before things could get too heated, you sat upright on his belly, hands pushing on his chest to keep him down.

Now would be the perfect time to show him the lingerie...

"What's wrong! Not feelin' it today?"

You shook your head and carefully got off of him. You opened up your wooden closet, slipping out the plastic bag that contained the special clothes.

Garou quirked a scruffy brow, confusion evident on his chiseled face.

"What the hell are ya' doin?"

You didn't answer. He'll find out soon enough.

"W-wait here, please..."

Garou obeyed your timid command and waited, sitting up at the edge of the bed, hunched over.

A considerable amount of time had passed and Garou pondered on whether to go look for you. What's takin' so long? Did you faint or somethin'?

You stood in your bathroom, adorning the dazzling lingerie, checking yourself out in the tall standing mirror. You thought you looked pretty good. You hoped Garou would appreciate you too...

Heaving out a nervous sigh, you anxiously strode back to your bedroom, stopping in front of the doorframe.

Garou heard your shuffling footsteps and looked up, eyes going from bored to shocked in a matter of seconds.

"Wha-what's all this?"

His voice sounded light, fluttering almost. His eyes stayed wide and shimmering and mouth hung open. Garou's cheeks began turning warmer, a darker shade than usual, catching your eye.

You shyly fidgeted near the door, fingers nervously twiddling in front of you.

A smile graced your features and Garou outstretched a hand and you placed your palm in his. He pulled you closer to him to see everything in better detail. You stood in front of his seated form holding his hand.

"I, I thought you'd like it so I..."

You murmured softly, glancing at his face to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I do. Ya' look...."

He bit his lip, looking you up and down. His free hand circled your hip, admiring the intricate lace that hung around your panties.

"...I can't say."

His hand glided over your stomach, fingers wrapping around the cup of your designer bra.

"Feels so good to touch."

You turned warmer, shuddering at his fluttering brushes.

"I-I want you t-to touch me..."

A meek sigh left your lips as he squeezed and rubbed your breast, his other hand keeping you still by your thigh.

"C'mere."

You gently sat down next to him, the mattress springing as you did. Bringing your fingers to his lips, he kept his nose pressed against them.

"This is a dream..."

"Yer' a dream..."

Garou's eyes watched as the netted flowers at the edge of your bra tickled your skin. He observed curiously, your movement, the shudders and mewls as he held your shoulder closer to him, squeezing and massaging your chest.

Your own fingers glazed over his semi-erect bulge and Garou groaned in satisfaction.

"It's been so long since we last did it..."

His statement prompted a chuckle and you replied.

"It's only been a few days..."

Garou's cheeks darkened even more and he wittily responded to your claim.

"A few days too many."

He kissed your neck, slowly trailing downwards until he reached your exposed shoulders, nipping at the soft flesh.

"Yer' too much for me."

He expressed everything lightly, his voice a mere whisper in your ears.

But, as if a switch had been flipped, his personality suddenly no longer remained tooth-rottingly sweet. Instead, emerged a growl from his throat, after which he let the most obscene words leave his mouth.

"Yer' tits look so good that way..."

He kissed the exposed surface of your breast, his eyes immediately darting to yours to capture your reaction.

You sighed in pleasure, his kisses and touches becoming more lewd each second.

Now, he sounded serious and much more domineering.

"Damn, those panties are too small for yer' ass!"

You took everything with humility, accepting his shameless complements.

It wasn't until his last statement that you felt really embarrassed.

His voice commanded you, instructed you deeply and slowly.

"Now, get on that bad and don't move until I get back with the camera..."

✯✯✯

Safe to say, Garou was really pleased with you that night. The two of you had gone at it till the break of dawn and now laid peacefully in each others embrace. Garou had stopped at nothing last night, having you so close in the clothes you were wearing just for him.

He had thought you looked absolutely ethereal in that babydoll piece, looking so innocently sexy. It was enough to keep him going for hours without end.

The two of you had definitely explored each others intimacy that night, broke some limits but enjoyed each other nonetheless.

After that experience, Garou demanded more and you happily provided. He couldn't get enough of you.

••End••

Bonus:

Garou carefully eyed the extravagant sets of garments lined up in front of him, some bolder and some more modest, all with different patterns and sizes. Holding a plastic bag containing your tasteful set of lingerie, he treaded deeper into the shop to look for a new one for you.

He wondered which one would suit you, pondering on the idea that you would want a sexier variation this time.

The establishment he walked through was the only one in his city, a rather renowned one at that. He didn't even know a store like this existed where he lived.

For now, he remained confused on which one he should get. They all seemed good and he thought virtually anything looked good on you. He was so lost in thought, it took him a while to notice someone had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

A saleswoman stood behind him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, got anything like this but in this exact size?"

She asked him familiar questions about his lover and he answered shortly, somewhat annoyed at her prying.

The woman smirked, showing him almost all of the lingerie that the store had, especially the ones that would look good on you.

By the time Garou was done looking through everything, he had already found one he really liked and was in the process of purchasing it at the front desk.

The same woman kept a constant smirk on her face while scanning, removing the tags and packing the clothes up.

Garou hurriedly thanked her and pushed open the front door of the store, ready to depart.

Just then, a voice from behind him spoke out, making him turn his head with surprised eyes and a pretty pink blush on his cheeks.

"Say hello to Y/N for me!"

_________________________________________

Ahhh, finally it's out. Now, I sleep. Nah jk I have other ones to finish ಥ‿ಥ

[deobidrabbles]

[5:12pm]

[summary] You and Sunwoo sneak away from a family dinner for a quickie

[genre/warnings] (s)mut, cream pie

[a/n] requested by anon

Sunwoo helped your father grill the burgers while you helped your mother fill the cooler with drinks. You stole a glance or two over at your boyfriend chatting it up with your father and your heart swelled to see the two of them having such a good relationship with each other. Your family had accepted Sunwoo with open arms and you couldn’t be happier about it. He was so close with your parents that he was basically welcome at your house any time, hence why he was over for dinner tonight.

You stood at the edge of the pool now, looking out and admiring how the sun reflected off the water in such a dazzling way. Sunwoo’s arms wrapped around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek as you enjoyed the view together. The sudden display of affection made you jump, “Babe, my parents are watching.”

He kissed your cheek again. “So what?” He teased.

Before he could land another kiss, you spun around in his arms to face him, “Stop it. They might say something.”

Being in such close proximity to him in front of your parents made you shy; your cheeks were hot and your stomach churned. They’d seen you guys hold hands before and cuddle on the couch while watching a movie, but never in an embrace and kissing like this. It was obvious that Sunwoo had grown comfortable around your parents, which is what you wanted, but maybe he’d grown a little too comfortable.

“Oh come on...it’s an innocent kiss on the cheek,” He whined.

He was so cute when he whined. You loved the way his brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed and his bottom lip poked out when he spoke. It was embarrassing how much of an effect he had on you; you’d practically do anything for him. The worse part was that he knew it. He knew just how to get under your skin and melt you down right into the palm of his hand so that he could get whatever he wanted.

His lips turned into a smirk and his eyes turned dark before he pulled you close for a hug so that his voice was right in your ear, “We could sneak away and I could give you more kisses, but I can’t promise that they’d be as innocent.”

Not only were your cheeks burning up but now your whole body was at such a bold statement. How could he say such a thing with your parents within earshot?! You pushed him away and scoffed in disbelief. He stumbled back with a smug grin on his face.

“My parents are going to know,” You cautioned.

He shrugged, “Not if we’re back in 10 minutes they won’t.”

Your teeth came over your bottom lip. The idea was enticing...he was enticing. Yet, the risk and uncertainty made you hesitant on accepting the offer. The way he looked at you with such lustful eyes had temptation coursing through your veins and you couldn’t wait another moment longer to jump his bones. You pointed a stern finger at him, “10 minutes and that’s it.”

“I’ll set a timer,” He said cockily.

You casually walked passed your dad at the grill and your mother lounging in a chair with her face buried in a book to the nearest location with a door and a lock: the out house. Sunwoo followed close behind until the two of you were locked inside the bathroom. Once you were inside, he locked the door and simultaneously slammed your back against it. His plush lips crushed yours in a heated kiss.

The kiss was sloppy and hurried because of the time limit but you didn’t mind, there wasn’t a second to be spared. Your hands held either side of his face while his snaked down the sides of your body and past the waistband of your shorts. His fingers found your clit immediately and began to rub harsh circles around the sensitive nub through your panties. He pulled away from your lips and smiled the same smug grin from earlier, “I like it when you do what I want.”

You rolled your eyes and he chuckled in response, “Okay okay...less talking, more fucking.”

Your mouth opened wide as you gasped when his fingers swiped over your clit. Sunwoo took advantage and shoved his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around and tangling it between your tongue. It’s a bruising kiss with his lips pressed so hard against yours and your teeth clicking and clashing with his. You moaned out when he bit down on your lower lip and tugged at it before moving to kiss your neck.

His kisses travelled down your neck, leaving a wet trail behind. He stopped to suck on your favorite spot at the base of your neck. The sensation radiated through your limbs then straight to your core where he continued his torture on your clit. You whined for more, “Just fuck me already!”

In one swift motion, Sunwoo turned you around to face the door. Your hands barely caught yourself on the wooden surface, it was cool against your hot skin. He pulled the fabric of your bottoms down so that they’d pool around your ankles. His fingers were quick to return to your dripping heat, sloppily spreading the arousal in between your folds and around your entrance. When one finger slid inside, you quivered at the intrusion. His lips on your neck turned up into a smirk; he was oozing confidence as you fell victim to his touch.

A second finger entered you effortlessly. His slick fingers rubbed your walls, curling continuously in search of your sweet spot. You moaned out loud when he hit his target. His free hand came up to cover your mouth to muffle your sounds as he pushed your g-spot. The pleasure built up fast in your stomach and your knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Your legs began to tense, a tell tale sign of an orgasm, “Sunwoo, I’m gonna cum.”

“Nope not yet,” He hummed as he yanked his pants and underwear.

A stinging slap landed on your ass and you squealed. He jerked his cock at the sound and the red print forming on your skin after he watched it jiggle. Once his cock was fully engorged, he rubbed the head through your folds to over himself in your wetness. Your body tingled with antipication as you waited for him to finally fuck you.

He groaned when he slid inside. He filled you up perfectly, from base to tip, there was no room to spare. Your walls surrounded him and coated him as he moved in and out of you. You whimpered at his girth; you felt it even more when you clenched around him. He loved the way you molded around him, the friction was an addiction that he couldn’t get enough of.

His grunts are low and raspy in your ear and mixed in with the sounds of skin slapping. The noise bounced off the walls of the small space; surely your parents could hear what’s was going on from the outside. The feeling of Sunwoo massaging every part of your insides had made you forget that you were suppose to be keeping it down from the beginning. You didn’t care about that now, all you cared about the orgasm that was about to hit you like a ton of bricks.

Sunwoo was close too. You could tell by the way he was moving his hips. They moved erratically and made his thrusts short and sharp. His fingers snaked around and found it’s way back to your clit to rub sloppy circles until you were crying out for your climax.

“Now you can cum,” He strained through a clenched jaw.

When you came, you swore you saw stars. You could feel your pulse between your legs as you convulsed and contracted around him. The tighter grip on his cock sent him into overdrive, mercilessly pounding your hole until he couldn’t anymore.

It wasn’t long before he lost his composure. He came with a deep sigh of relief. His cock swelled and twitched as shots of cum unloaded into you. The pleasure was so intense that it had made all his movements stall in silence. When he was finished he heaved from behind you, trying to slowly catch his breath.

“How long do you think it’s been?” He asked while he cleaned himself up.

You were at the sink trying to fix yourself to look the way you did the last time your parents saw you, “You better hope not longer than 10 minutes. My parents will definitely say something to us if it’s been any longer than that.”

Your heart raced; you weren’t sure if it was from the orgasm from earlier or the anxiety of your parents’ response that you were about to face. Meanwhile, Sunwoo leaned against the wall unbothered by your current state. It annoyed you that he was this relaxed. He shrugged his shoulders and ran his hand through his bangs, “They probably didn’t even notice we were gone.”

You strategically walked out of the bathroom and Sunwoo followed just a couple steps behind. When you turned the corner, you were greeted by your parents at the picnic table. Their smiles were relaxed as they waved the both of you over to join them. The way that they were sitting so patiently made you even more uneasy than if they were to yell at you upon stepping out into their view. Dinner was served per usual, as if nothing happened, until your father cleared his throat, “Eat up. You must’ve worked up quite the appetite in there.”