#so i finally went out and played kid in a candy store :))))

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Sour Candy

Summary: Tyler Owens x Fe!Reader -> You and Tyler have known each other most of your lives, so what happens when you finally admit your long harboured feeling for each other?

Disclaimer: This does contain swearing and smut (towards the end) so 18+. A lot of fluff, mutual pining, oblivious idiots. Brother's best-friend/ best friend to lovers. Tyler helps reader with prom-trouble, mentions of anxiety, tornadoes, reader being an EMT, blood and minor injuries. Mostly fluffy moments between Tyler and Reader. Also, this is a long one -- kinda takes place over ten-ish years (starting from senior prom). Not fully proof read.

You’d known Tyler since you were a kid. When your brother was in the fourth grade and he brought home a scrappy blonde kid who introduced himself by shaking your father’s hand and handing your mother some flowers he’d picked from the side of the road on the way home, you saw your brother had a friend for life. 

A good one. 

And it was only proved time and time again. 

Of course, they were still boys so you couldn’t join in all of their games. But you’d still sneak to your bedroom window to watch them play cowboys in the backyard when you should have been in bed. 

Stuipd older brothers getting a later bedtime.

However, as you thought back, the time when he proved it without even trying was during your senior prom. 

For weeks you’d been looking for the right dress. You’d tried on at least forty with your mom over the course of two weeks, another ten – some repeaters – with your best friend, and a further fifteen with your brother. 

He’d stomped into your room when you were in the middle of completing extra credit for your chemistry class. 

“Come on,” he said. 

“Where’re you goin’?”

He just stood by your bedroom door with a hand on his hips. A look you’d see often when he finally had his own kids. “You’ve not picked out a dress yet and your prom is in three weeks. Mom says I need to help you find one.” 

You looked back to your homework. You were almost finished. 

“It can wait. Come on. Let’s go.”

Two hours later you were inside yet another dress store trying on different dresses. 

“I thought girls were meant to be excited when dress shopping.”

You rolled your eyes from behind the changing curtain as you wriggled another dress up your body. “We do. I know I do but…it’s…” You grunted as you pulled the dress up. Was each one getting heavier? 

“What are you doin’, ridin’ a bull in there?”

Eventually you pulled the curtain across and picked up the dress as you walked out and turned to look in the mirror. “It’s exhausting.”

“So why not just pick one? What about this one?”

You turned in the mirror a few times, considering it. Then shook your head. “Not this one.”

“If you’re not that bothered, why not just-”

“Because it’s gotta be perfect,” you turned and told him. “I know people party at college but I’ve already seen some of my assignments. I’m gonna be swamped if I wanna pass with honours. This is the last night I get to be…free? I want it to be perfect.”

So, for the next thirty minutes, you tried on more dresses until finally your brother knocked on the curtain. 

“Knock, knock.”

“What?”

“Don’t bite my head off.” He stood back and held up a dress. “Tyler said try this one.”

You held up the hanger before looking back at your brother surprised. “Tyler’s here?” Peaking your head around the corner, you spotted him standing leaning against the wall across from you. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he drawled, a slight grin on his face. “He said he needed back-up. Try it on.”

“I think I’ve tried on every-”

Your brother pushed your face back inside your dressing room, along with your dress. “Just try it on.”

You sighed and did as he said. Another day, you might have fought him on it. But you were tired. And hungry. 

Letting the other dress drop to the floor with a heavy thud – you were thankful to be out of it – you let out a long breath before finally unzipping the dress and trying it on. 

It went on easier than a lot of the others, and it didn’t feel as restricting. Finally opening up the curtain, you walked out and stood on the small step up before looking at yourself in the mirror. 

And for the first time you had that smile slowly growing on your face. The feeling your mom had told you about. The giddiness and excitement to put it on again. 

“So, is this the dress?” You looked into the mirror and found your brother and Tyler stood back. Tyler had his phone out, recording the whole thing. 

You nodded. “This is the dress.”

“Hallelujah!” Your brother threw his arms in the air and turned around. “I’ll go and tell the cashier.”

As your brother disappeared, Tyler closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket before sauntering over to you. “Glad he called me?”

You smiled, turning to look at him. “Very. Remind me to bring you instead of him when I chose a wedding dress.”

Tyler chuckled and looked back at you through the mirror. “I’ll be there.”

Little did you know, the week before your prom, your opinion on the prom would do a complete 180. 

“A-actually, I don’t think I’m gonna go.”

The dinner table went silent. “What?”

“I don’t think I’m gonna go.”

You parents exchanged a long look before looking back at you. “Why not, honey?”

“I…I just don’t feel like it, s’all.”

“Are you sure that’s all?” Your dad asked. “I thought you were excited to wear your dress?”

You nodded in a slight panic. “I am. I am. And thank you for getting it for me. It’s just…I don’t want to go anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Just because.”

That was the only answer your entire family got out of you all week. 

“She’ll come back around. Maybe it’s just her cycle.”

“Keep the appointments, just in case.”

Your mom nodded. “I will.”

A week later however, you were lying on your bed staring at your ceiling. Your mom had still taken you for your hair, make-up and nail appointments. Even if you weren’t planning on going, the nails would last you a few weeks and your hair would last a few days. The make-up was just a bonus. And it wasn’t too much. It could pass for day make-up with something a little extra. 

But you still weren’t going. 

Your brother had tried talking to you, as had your parents. They’d called your best friend’s house to ask if she could come round and help but she wasn’t home. 

So, they had to call a last resort. Or rather, he showed up at your home. 

“What y’all doin’ down here?” Tyler appeared at the end of the hallway, finding your mom, dad and brother either stood or sat outside your door. 

“She won’t come out of her room.”

Your brother tilted his head. “Technically we haven’t tried to get her to come out but she’s been in there since she came home.”

“She had any food?”

“We picked something up on the way home,” your mom explained. 

“Tyler, son, do you think you can try and talk to her?” Your dad asked. “She might talk to you.” 

Tyler nodded. “I can try. She still fixed on not going?”

“We think so.”

Tyler nodded and slowly they all disappeared down the hallway and downstairs. Tyler knocked twice. 

“Y/n? You in there?”

There was no answer. But Tyler waited. 

“I’m gonna open the door in ten seconds if I don’t hear a reply. For all I know you could be dead-”

“It’s already open.” Your voice replied from inside. And slowly, Tyler turned the knob before opening up the door. “I’m here.”

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hey.”

You just turned and looked back up at the ceiling. And Tyler closed the door behind him before leaning against the wall beside it for a moment. Your room was clean. Like post-exam, anxiety-flurry clean. The window was open with your net curtain softly billowing to outside. Your dress was hung up on your clothing divider in the corner of your room and you were laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. 

“Wanna tell me what’s been goin’ on? One minute you're excited for prom, planning every last detail and now you just…don’t wanna go?” Tyler slowly walked over to you. 

“That’s about it. Yeah.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Nobody’s stoppin’ ya.”

Tyler laid down beside you on your bed, turning to face you for a moment before reaching over and wiping away one of the small tears from the corner of your eye. 

“You wanna tell me what’s really goin’ on with you?” Tyler’s voice was soft when he spoke to you, waiting for you to answer. And for a while, you thought about it. 

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

“It’s between you, me and these four walls, sweetheart. Like always.”

You smiled at that. Over the years, as much as Tyler had been your brother’s best friend, he’d been there for you, too. One afternoon when he and your brother were playing hide and seek, he’d climbed the tree only to find you sat against your bedroom window in tears. He’d slid it open, crawled inside and hugged you. He was the first person to know you were getting bullied at school. He was also the first person to help you through your science homework when you got stuck with it and the first person, outside of your family, who you knew you could go to for just about anything. 

“Well,” you took a breath. “I found out my best friend not only stole my date for prom, but is also now dating him.”

“What?”

Three months before prom, you’d been asked by one of the guys in your school to go to prom together and you were ecstatic. Not only had you harboured a crush on him for almost two years, but he’d noticed you and wanted to take you to prom. He didn’t have a girlfriend, he hadn’t been dared to ask you out or some other kind of bullshit. He’d asked because he wanted to take you. 

Only, your best friend, who’d known since day one about your crush had been sneaking behind your back and just over a week ago you’d caught her texting someone and smiling like an idiot at her phone. It was after she told you she had to go to work that you’d gone to the local coffee shop to pick you and your mom some drinks up. That was when you saw them. Sat in the corner, talking to each other before your best friend leaned over and kissed him. 

That was when it clicked with you that the guy she’d been so secretive about for the last two weeks was your date to the prom. 

“Shit. Y/n, that’s…”

“Fucking unbelievable? I know.”

“That’s why you don’t wanna go to the prom?”

You nodded. “Knowing they’re both there. I just…I don’t wanna.”

“You shouldn’t let them ruin your prom night. You can still have a great time.”

“Oh, it’ll be wonderful. Sat in the corner for the entire night.”

“Look,” Tyler reasoned with you. “Just go for an hour. And if you hate it, I’ll come and pick you up and we can sit in the Walmart parking lot for a couple hours so your folks think you’re still out having a good time.”

You looked over at Tyler. “You’d do that for me?”

He nodded as easily as breathing. “Of course I would.”

Ten minutes later, you were finally putting your dress on. “Wait, Ty- can you zip me up? I can’t do the rest without my hair gettin’ caught.”

Tyler turned back from your door and walked across as you turned around. Holding it at the bottom, he was slow to pull it up and when he’d finally finished, you turned around only to be met with his gaze. 

“You look beautiful, darlin’.”

You felt yourself smile, if with a little blush. “Thanks.”

Then he stood back. “Your mom’s probably gonna want pictures.”

You nodded. “I know. Meet you downstairs?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

You took a few moments after the door closed to find your breath again. Puberty had hit Tyler like a freight train after middle school. And along with his town's fame of climbing the bull riding ropes, so like every man and woman in town, you haven't failed to notice how attractive he’d become. But it wasn’t just that. The feeling you got in your chest when he looked at you could rival any tornado that had torn its way through the fields. 

But then you reminded yourself of who he was to you. Your brother’s best friend, secretly one of your best friends. 

Nothing could ever happen there. 

Your mom took plenty of pictures of you and both your brother and Tyler drove you to your prom. 

“Want me to kick his ass?”

“I can give him an alibi,” Tyler added, looking over his shoulder at your brother before looking back at you in his passenger seat. 

“No, that’s…thanks guys. But I’ll be okay.”

“Well, you’re my sister. The offer always stands. Twenty years from now? Or twenty minutes? Just give me a call.”

You chuckled. “Thanks.”

As you hopped out of the truck and headed inside the venue, your brother climbed his way over the seat and into the front all the while Tyler’s eyes never left you. 

“You wanna head to the batting cages?”

It took a minute before Tyler realised someone was talking to him. You really did look beautiful. 

“Oh, uh, no. I can’t tonight, man. I’ve gotta help my mom with the attic.”

Your brother just nodded. “Fair.”

Tyler drove your brother home and just as he hopped out of the truck, reminding him about the rodeo training next Thursday, a text beeped from Tyler’s phone. 

“See you later, man.”

“See ya!”

Once your brother was finally in the house, Tyler looked at his phone. 

I know you said an hour-

It had been forty minutes. 

But I think I’d rather spend tonight in the parking lot than here.

Tyler smiled at the text. He’d hoped you’d have fun but he couldn’t lie. Having you prefer the idea of wasting a couple hours in the parking lot of the grocery store with him made his heart beat faster than usual. 

Once his truck pulled up, he found you already sat on the steps outside. Spotting him, you stood and quickly rushed over to his truck. 

“Is everything okay?”

Tyler could hear the music beating from inside just before they announced the King and Queen. 

You nodded, hopping into the other side. “Thank you.” You surprised Tyler by leaning over the truck bench and hugging him tight. 

He hugged you back for a moment before you sat back down. 

“Are you okay? Did something happen?”

You chuckled. “You have no idea. But I’ll tell you once I’ve got ice cream.”

Tyler drove to the twenty four hour grocery store twenty minutes from the venue. Inside, he was quick on your heels as you rushed to find the frozen section. You called out two of his preferred flavours and he picked one. You grabbed two tubs before rushing to the party section and picking out some spoons. By the time you got to the checkout, Tyler handed over the cash before you had a chance to. 

And sat on the back of his flatbed, eating ice cream under the parking lot lights and the stars, you told him everything that had happened in the ninety minutes he’d been gone. 

You told him how you’d found your other friends and for a while it was fun, until they walked in. And for a while it was calm until after twenty minutes things went from zero to sixty. Your date had tried to apologise to you, along with your ex-best friend. They told you about how so in love they were and how it was just meant to be even though they never wanted to hurt you. After that, chaos kinda ensued. You’d told them how it had hurt and planned to leave. That was when you’d text Tyler. 

But then your ex-date caught you outside. He’d apologised and told you your friend had surprised him that day in the coffee shop since he thought he was there to discuss you. Then he tried to make a pass at you. But you’d put a stop to that before his hands could touch you. Then your friend found out about the pass when her date went back inside with a reddened cheek and stormed outside. It all kicked off before the teachers came outside to break up the fight and took them all inside. 

“I was just thankful to get out of there.”

“I don’t blame you but if you’d have told me-”

“You would have stormed inside and done more than what I did. Tyler, I handled it. It’s okay. But, please don’t tell my brother. Or my folks. I don’t need anyone starting a duel to defend my honour or some shit.”

“Okay, but if he ever so much as looks in your direction again-”

“Then you can do with him as you see fit. Just nothing illegal. I don’t want to visit you in prison.”

Tyler chuckled. “Deal.”

Neither your folks or your brother knew what actually happened on your prom night. Just that you had a good time. You never told them that Tyler had picked you back up or that you’d been sitting in the parking lot eating ice cream before he asked you to dance. 

And Tyler, as promised, never told them. 

That night, despite its beginnings, was a memory you cherished. And continued to do so. 

Little did you know, your future held so many more. 

Just a little over five years later, you’d long since finished your degree and had gone on to work as an EMT. Tyler had also graduated from college himself, swapping out getting his head stomped on by bulls for learning everything he could about the weather and chasing tornadoes. 

However, despite work, there was something neither of you missed. And that was the yearly road trip to your parents cabin. It was surrounded by rolling hills and was at least forty minutes from any small town stores.  And since Tyler had indirectly joined your family when your brother met him in fifth grade, he and his family had been invited to join each year. 

However, where you would usually travel with your folks and your brother, your brother was travelling up with his girlfriend and you didn’t feel like third wheeling your parents. 

“You can ride with Tyler,” your mom told you as she turned towards Tyler’s mom who was sitting with her at the kitchen table. 

“That’s a brilliant idea!” His mom replied. “Oh, it’ll give you kids a chance to catch up.”

“I don’t mind driving myself-”

“What’s going on?”

Tyler's mom smiled up at him as he walked inside and kissed her on the cheek. “We were just saying Y/n could ride with you. There’s no point in all of us taking our cars and it’ll give you kids a chance to catch up.”

Tyler just smiled. “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“You sure?”

Tyler nodded. “Want help packing your stuff into the back?”

You didn’t know why you were a little shocked. This was Tyler. If he was anything with you it was helpful. 

So, the next day just as the sun was starting to peak out over the fields, you all clambered into each of your respected vehicles and started the seven hour drive to the cabin. 

It took all of an hour before you and Tyler started talking about the two things you’d both been avoiding for the last two days. Talking about your break-ups. 

You knew Tyler had been dating a girl he’d met at the rodeo. She’d been working at one of the food stalls with her family for years and once he started college, they’d run into each other. From what you knew, they seemed deeply in love. 

Until two weeks ago when your mom let it slip over your weekly phone call that they’d split up. 

You didn’t quite know what to say at the time. There were a lot of mixed emotions; why did they break up? Was it for good or was it just a break? Did she break up with him? Why would she? No girl would ever get much better than Tyler. Or did he break up with her? 

Meanwhile, a week later you’d come home to a surprise break up. Your boyfriend’s things were all packed up and he was waiting on the sofa for you to come home. You’d asked what was going on and then he dropped the bomb on you. He’d lost feelings for you, a few months ago, but couldn’t find it in his heart to leave you. You asked if there was someone else and he denied it. And, to his statement, he was yet to post a new girlfriend on any social media page. 

You’d unfollowed him, but your roommate from college was keeping tabs on him. 

“Do they know yet?”

You looked over at Tyler. “Know what?”

“That you and Richard broke up.”

You looked at him, a little shocked. “How do you know?”

“You’ve been avoiding the questions, same as me.” Tyler told you. “Does anyone know?”

You sighed and shook your head. “You’re the first.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“You wanna talk about yours?”

Tyler shrugged. “They say it’s better out than in.”

“They also say that about a fart, but you know.”

Tyler chuckled at your statement as you turned and looked out of the window at other cars passing by on your right. 

“Did she break up with you?” You asked, turning back to look at Tyler. You didn’t want to talk about yours much, but you still had questions about his. 

Tyler was quiet before he nodded. “Yeah. I’d kinda seen it coming. We hadn’t been talking as much as we used to and it wasn’t like a comfortable silence either.”

“How are you feeling after all of it?”

“Well, it hurts, but I’m gettin’ there. How about you?”

You shrugged. “I don’t really know. I think I’m more hurt I didn’t see it coming. Just…came home and he told me he’d lost feelings for me months ago. Worst part is, I didn’t even notice. But the more I think about it, the more I noticed what I’d missed.” You took a deep breath. “But, there’s nothing I can do about it now.”

“Do you still love him?”

You thought about it for a long moment and Tyler couldn’t ignore the slight stabbing pain in his chest as he waited for you to answer. Did you still love him?

“Ask me again in a month.”

Tyler just nodded. 

The rest of the drive covered almost every topic of conversation twice and not once did either of you get bored. Every couple of hours Tyler pulled into a gas station and you’d take a break. You had offered to drive but Tyler had declined. You didn’t quite know why since you had driven his truck before. 

“Ready to go?”

Twenty minutes later on the road, you and Tyler were in a relaxed conversation when the sky started to change. It had gone from a cloudy blue sky to a swirling grey colour that seemed a lot darker in the distance. 

“Is that?”

You leaned forward, pulling your seatbelt with you in order to look out of the front window. 

Above the sky in front of you, you watched the clouds swirl around itself before a small vortex started to slowly lower down. 

And you were mesmerised. 

“Wow. That’s beautiful.”

Tyler’s eyes turned from the tornado to you. And he couldn’t look away. The traffic had come to a stop, waiting to see if it would land on the ground or not. And still, Tyler couldn’t take his eyes from you. And in that moment, his mind took a mental picture of you. One that would pop up over the years just before he’d fall asleep. 

The tornado might have been beautiful but you…

You were gorgeous. 

Your expression both intrigued and mesmerised at once. Before, you’d looked a little sullen, still grieving your relationship. But now, sitting there, looking at you, Tyler saw you alive. It was the same look in your eyes that you used to get when you were all kids. Excited, eger, ready. That last time he’d seen you look like this was at your graduation. He’d heard it in your voice when you’d call him every once in a while and he’d ask you about your job. 

But he was finally seeing it again. 

However, he didn’t have a chance to look for too long because you were turning to look back at him just as the wind started to whistle outside. Most of your family were long past the tornado so they would be safe. 

You watched Tyler, watching the tornado. You didn’t know what he was seeing but whatever it was, he was calculating something. And without another word, he turned his engine back on and turned his truck off the highway. 

Suddenly, Tyler was driving past the speed limit down a backroad. Far behind you, the sky only seemed to grow darker and the wind was only getting louder. 

“Tyler-”

“Cars’ll only start flying. It’s safer out here but we need to find someplace in case it decides to shift.”

He was right. You knew he was right. 

At the end of the backroad, it wasn’t too far from a motel and community swimming pool. Tyler threw on the handbrake before you both hopped out and ran towards the office door. The darkened sky was travelling in your direction. 

“Do you have a shelter?”

The owner behind the desk looked around just as the shutters outside started to rattle. “Yes, I do. Follow me.”

“Is anyone else here-”

“I’ll take care of it.”

From behind the desk, she pulled a fire alarm that rang out through the entire motel. Then everyone started running, following the owner to the storm shelter a little further out in the field. 

Tyler made sure you were in front of him as the doors opened up and he helped you down inside before helping the others. And for a moment, that felt like too long, you were slowly slipping into a panic. He wasn’t inside yet. 

But when he was and the owner slipped the bolts across the door, you hugged him tight. 

“Hey, come on. Stay down here.”

Without a second thought, Tyler pulled you down to sit on the floor behind one of the shelves. 

“Hopefully it’ll just miss us.”

You just looked up at Tyler as he looked back at you, your hands tight on his shirt as his arms wrapped around you. The wind only started to get louder. Someone screamed when the door rattled and everyone got down and held onto anything they could just in case. 

But Tyler just held onto you. 

Tyler could feel your hands trembling as you held onto him. So, raking a hand down your hair, he held you closer. “We’re safe, sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay.”

By the time everything went deadly silent, you didn’t know whether it was because the tornado had stopped or if you had lost all sense of hearing. Your heartbeat had been drumming in your ears after hearing Tyler’s voice close to you. 

“We’re safe, sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay.”

However, when you all started to finally emerge from the shelter, rather than a feat of destruction, you found the grassy field’s upended, some stray pieces of fences and spare garage parts – none which looked close to being from one car itself. And the tornado had swung around the entire motel itself. 

By the time you and Tyler loaded yourselves back into his truck, he turned and looked over at you. “You okay-”

You hugged him. Just like you had done when he came and picked you up on Prom night. You held him tight. 

“Thank you.”

He held you back, his hand rubbing up and down your back for a moment. “You okay?”

You sat back and nodded. “Yeah. I think so.”

Tyler watched you for a moment before reaching into his glove box where he pulled out one of the packets he bought from the gas station. “Here.”

“What’s this?”

“Sour candy. They’ll help with the nerves.”

You just looked at Tyler perplexed. 

“The sourness…it helps distract the brain from any anxiety. Supposedly. Not quite sure if doctors have written medical journals about it but…it’ll help.”

“Thanks.”

Tyler nodded, “Get your seatbelt on. We should be able to make it before dinner.”

Driving back towards the highway, Tyler had to double back on himself before finding a new way out. By the looks of it, not too many people had gotten hurt. Some bumps and bruises but the tornado had done most of its damages on the fields. 

With an extra hour of traffic on top of your estimated arrival time, Tyler’s truck pulled up outside the cabin just as the smell of a barbecue floated down from the top deck. 

“Where did you kids get to?”

“It’s a long story, mom.” You kissed her cheek as she came running outside to meet you and Tyler. 

“Did you get lost?”

Tyler shook his head, “Tornado hit us after the second pit spot. Had to take a detour.”

“Oh, my goodness. Are you both okay?”

“We’re fine, mom. Just tired.”

In the days that followed, you kept your eyes on news articles talking about the tornado that had hit you and Tyler. He explained everything he knew about them, and after a ride into the small town and a pit stop at a coffee shop, you decided to pull up some videos of Tyler’s tornado chases. 

Your brother had told you about it in passing, but you’d thought he’d been kidding. You knew Tyler had put together a team and in the summer months would drive up and down tornado alley, chasing each tornado they found. 

But you didn’t think it was anything like what you were watching. 

You didn’t think it was anything like what you got caught watching.

“Pretty cool, huh.” Tyler appeared over your shoulder, placing a coffee cup down beside you. You hadn’t even heard them call your name. Had you really been that distracted?

Tyler then stepped around you and sat across from you. 

“Do you really do this for a living?”

Tyler nodded. “Pretty much. I teach a couple community college classes in the off-seasons. Presented the weather a couple times for the local report. But, it’s looking good so far.”

“How do you do it? How do you drive into one of these things?”

Tyler felt something in his chest bloom as he saw how you looked at him. Intrigued. Plenty of people had judged him, called him an idiot for doing so. But they were also the same people who called him an idiot for being a bull-rider. 

“Well, how do you run into a crisis to help people?” He asked you. You were an EMT. He knew that. He’d also heard some of your terror stories, as well as the funny ones. 

“Because it’s my job.”

“Aren’t you scared when you do it?” He asked you and you shook your head. “Well, that’s what it’s like. You don’t face your fears. You ride ‘em.”

You felt yourself smile. “Always with the cowboy wisdom.”

Tyler just smirked and you felt a small chaos of butterflies in your stomach. “It came with the hat.”

By the time that stay was over, you were a lot more relaxed than you were when you’d first arrived home. And your heart wasn’t hurting as much as you thought it would have been. 

“You should come with me.”

“What?” You turned and looked at Tyler, unsure of what he meant since neither of you had talked for about an hour. You’d just let the country songs on the radio wash over you both as cars sped past you both, clearly in a bigger hurry than you and Tyler. 

Part of you was glad he was taking his time getting back home. There were still plenty of hours left on the road without any traffic, but the time away with Tyler had made you realise something. You missed him. His smile, his voice first thing in the morning before coffee, his company over said coffee. 

Unknown to you, he was purposely taking his time. He’d missed you too, and he’d be damned if he rushed what time he had left with you. 

“You should come with me,” he repeated. “Us. My team and I…” He checked the road in front of him before looking back at you for a moment. “We’re gonna be chasing again soon. There’s meant to be an outbreak in Tornado Alley soon. You should come with us.”

“Tyler-”

“Just think on it,” he told you, his eyes secretly pleading with you to consider it. “I’ve seen you watching our videos. And some of our rivals, which I’m gonna ignore, but-” Tyler smiled. “You should come with us. I think you’d really enjoy it.”

Tyer knew he would. 

You watched him, looking between you and the road. You’d probably never tell anyone out loud, but you wanted to. It was true – since that tornado hit the motel, you’d felt yourself getting hooked. The thrill you felt in your bones, the laughter that encapsulated your lungs before things became serious. It was the same thrill that made you want to do your job. 

But there was also the other thing.

Tyler. 

You’d have this time with him, in his space. With his friends. Within his life. Even if just for the day. You’d be with him, without the watchful eyes of your entire family. You wouldn’t have to worry if your brother spotted just how differently you looked at Tyler compared to other guys. You wouldn’t have to worry about your parents worrying about you – they worried enough about you and you were the one that helped people. Being an EMT puts you in a myriad of different situations, everyday. And they not only liked Tyler, they trusted him. 

And so did you. 

So, you said yes. 

A little over four years later, you were still with Tyler and his team. Not only that, you were a part of the team. It had taken one season of chasing with them to know you wanted to do it again. So, taking as many extra shifts you could away from tornado season, you’d join them on the road in season. 

Bumps, injuries, cuts, bruises, splinters – anything and everything – you fixed. Whether it was for the team or if it was for the general public when the team would head in to help with the aftermath, you helped out where you could and who you could. 

“Shit,”

You sat up from the camper chair. “What? What happened?”

Boone appeared from behind Tyler’s truck, holding out his hand to try and see it in the light better. “Splinter. I think.”

Putting down the beer, you stood and walked over to him. “Let me see.” Boone placed his hand up right in your palm. “Yeah. Kate, can you pass me the zipper kit?”

From the side of your camper chair, she handed it over to you. Zipping open the hard case, you let it rest open on the side of Tyler’s truck before taking out a pair of tweezers. 

“Ready?”

“Yeah, just say- ow!”

You smiled, holding up the wooden splinter. “Got it.”

“What happened to a countdown?” Boone said before sucking on the side of his finger. 

You just looked at him. “Last time I gave you a countdown you pulled your hand away and I had to get Dani and Tyler to hold you still.”

“That’s because it hurt!”

“Well, it’s out now. Just be careful.”

Boone nodded. “I will. Thanks, Doc.”

You smiled, packing your things away. “You’re welcome.”

Twenty minutes later, you heard your name being called from the balcony of the motel. 

“Hey, Sweetheart?”

You looked up and found Tyler leaning over the balcony. 

“Can you come up here a second? I need you for…something.”

You didn’t like the sound of that ‘something’ so grabbing your travel med bag from the back seat of his truck, you headed up to his room. 

You knocked on the door twice before entering. “Ty? You okay?”

“I don’t want you to get mad-”

“What did you do?”

Tyler fully emerged from the bathroom and held up his hand and you gasped. “Tyler.”

“It was purely an accident. I was tryna’ fix one of my truck parts and it got caught.”

“Jesus, come here. Tyler, this is deep. Are you sure you just caught it?”

Tyler nodded, hissing as your fingers pressed lightly into his palm. “Yes. Ow, hey, that hurts.”

You sighed, pulling him back into the bathroom behind you. Accidently slamming the toilet seat down, you twirled Tyler around you feeling his fingers brush against your back as you pushed him to sit down. Throwing the tap on, you shoved his hand underneath it and held it there. 

Muttering to yourself as you cleaned up his wound, Tyler watched you. The attentive and focused look in your eyes. Every now and again he’d hear you repeat his words, doing an impression of his voice, quietly under your breath and he’d laugh. This hadn’t been the first time he’d gotten hurt, and he doubted it would be the last. But if it meant he got this time with you; the quiet moments, the mocking tone out of worry masked by anger, the ability to take a long lasting mental image of you before the imprint of you on his skin and heart sunk deeper. 

Then he’d put up with the pain. 

“Quit it.”

“Quit what?” The soft smile from Tyler’s face didn’t drop. 

“Lookin’ at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you lo-” You managed to stop yourself before you said the rest of the sentence out loud. Like you love me. You knew he would reply and your heart wasn’t ready for the truth – whatever the truth was these days. 

Some days you’d catch him looking at you and there would be this look. It was in his eyes and his smile. It was different, compared to the way he looked at everyone else. Maybe it was just because he’d known you longer, or some psycho-freud thing where a patient falls in love with their nurse. Either way, for a moment, you’d let yourself believe it was what you thought it was. That he did feel the same. That he did get the same tornado of butterflies in his belly whenever he looked at you. 

“Like I what?” Tyler pressed, his expression dropping for just a moment as he leaned in. Could you see it? Could you see the way he was looking at you? 

For a moment, you held his gaze. His green gaze bore into yours as your eyes flicked around his face, From each of his eyes and down to the curve of his lips. And just as you let the wall in your mind slip in front of him, you remembered why you were there. 

His hand. The blood. The water. 

Shaking your head, you stood up from the wooden desk chair you’d pulled inside when you went back for your medical bag. Clearing your throat, you shook your head. 

“Nothing, just…like that. I can’t work properly when…when you watch me.”

Tyler sat back, the smile slowly coming back onto his face. “Right, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled quietly before flicking your eyes back to his for a moment. And he looked back. Again, for a moment, you let the wall in your mind slip. 

But you were there to help him. 

Looking away, Tyler looked away, too and shifted in his seat. Every now and again, you’d hear him hiss and you’d apologise loud enough for him to hear. Twenty minutes later, you were done and finally wrapping his hand. 

But, you took your time. Not only to be safe with the cut but also because there was just something about having Tyler’s hand in yours. His touch, you didn’t know when or how, had made an imprint on you. On your skin, on your head, on your heart. 

Tyler’s fingers held onto yours for a moment as you tucked the final piece of bandage into place. 

“There you go,” you said, quietly. 

“Thanks.”

And you both just stayed like that for a while. No talking, just touch. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him in fear that, if you did, the wall in your head would completely fall and you’d never be able to get it back up again. 

Tyler was your best friend. The person you told the most to. He was also your brother’s best friend. And your team mate. 

When you finally did speak, it seemed to come out in a whisper. You told him how to keep his palm dry for a few days. You’d check on it every now and then but he should be okay in a week's time. 

“We better get back.”

You eventually nodded, wishing you didn’t have to. 

“Yeah.”

“Everything okay?” Kate asked as you came and sat back next to her, Tyler hurrying to the other side of his truck to replace the piece he’d been fixing. 

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.”

Only, by the time you all headed to bed, you couldn’t sleep. The feeling of Tyler’s hand was still tingling on your skin and every time you closed your eyes, the look in Tyler’s eyes was staring right back at you. 

So, finally pulling the covers from you, you wrapped yourself in your short dressing gown, slipped on your shoes and opened up your motel door. 

And for a while, you stood out on the balcony. Everyone in the lot was in bed, fast asleep. A gentle breeze was passing through but the heat of the day was still hovering in the air. Nothing but fields surrounded the motel so away from the dim lights dotted around the parking lot, the only thing that provided any real light was the moon hanging in the sky, along with the dusting of stars. 

However, just as your mind was beginning to clear of one certain green-eyed cowboy scientist, a door opened from down the hall. 

At its entrance, Tyler stood in a plain white t-shirt and some long cotton pajama bottoms. His hair wasn’t as neat as it was earlier, but it wasn’t stuck out completely either. 

Clearly, he couldn’t sleep, either. 

“Hey.” your voice was quiet as he looked up at you. 

“Oh, hey. What’re you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” You answered honestly. There was no point trying to lie to him, not that you could think of a plausible lie at that moment. Tyler always had this magical power to read you when you didn’t want him to. “What about you?”

Tyler slowly walked until he stood beside you, leaning against the railing with you. “Same story. Wanna talk about it?”

You turned away from him. “Not particularly.”

“You sure? You’ve got that I’m-tryna-make-sure-Tyler-won’t-read-me look about you. Gotta be serious if you’re looking like that.”

“How do you do that?” you asked him. “How can you read me like that?”

Tyler just shrugged with a smile. “That’s the thing, Sweetheart. I just can.”

“Very smooth.”

Tyler gave a breathy chuckle. “So? What’re you tryna keep from me?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

You shook your head, trying your best to hide your smile. “Nothing. Really. It’s not something you can help me with.”

“You sure, sweetheart?”

You tried not to smile too much so you kept your eyes from his, keeping your gaze on your chipped nail polish. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

You didn’t know when he’d first called you ‘sweetheart’, just that he was the only one who ever called you that and that he’d done it for years. You were also the only one he used that nickname with so it wasn’t long before you answered to it. 

And that every time you heard him call you that, the gentle butterflies in your stomach would start swirling and fluttering their way into an EF-3. 

You had to find a way to change the subject, to turn his attention away from you. At least for a little while, before the moon moved higher and shone directly down onto you like a large spotlight. 

“How’s your hand doin’?”

Tyler flipped it over. “Good. I think. It’s not hurtin’ too bad. Bandage might be a little loose, but-”

“Show me.”

Tyler’s hand was back in yours as you stood in front of him, checking the bandage over. It was coming loose, a little. 

“It should hold til the morning,” you told him after tightening it. “Then I can clean it again and change them out.”

Tyler nodded, taking advantage of the time he had with your hand back in his. “Okay.”

Carefully, his fingers closed over yours and he stepped a little closer. 

You could feel his gaze on you and it only made your heart quicken. Your hand in his, you didn’t want to let go. But you knew you had to. 

“Tyler…”

“Y/n, look at me.” You couldn’t bring yourself to do as much. You knew if you did, you wouldn’t want to look away. “Sweetheart, please look at me.”

With a breath, you forced your head up to look at him. Even in the moonlight, even with the long day and tiredness behind his eyes, even in his pajamas on a rickety old balcony…

Tyler was still as handsome as ever. 

And you were so deeply, madly, stupidly in love with him. 

Tyler’s other hand itched to touch you, to reach up and brush the wild strands away from your face, to cup your jaw. And it did. 

“I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

Tyler held your gaze to his and he lightly shook his head. “Sweetheart, the only thing I could regret in this moment would be to walk away right now. Not without asking you this.”

You were both quiet for a moment, waiting for Tyler’s heartbeat to calm down in his chest for a moment to let him speak freely.

“If I kissed you right now…would you run away?”

If it was anyone else, if it was any other day, you would have taken longer to answer. You would have taken time to answer before, probably, saying ‘yes’ – no matter how much you wanted to say ‘no’. 

But the wall had broken. 

Not even broken. It had been shattered into a million pieces. And you didn’t have time to rebuild it. Not that, after his question, you would even want to. 

So, before you can stop to think. Before you can stop your heart from answering before your head, you spoke. 

“No.”

You wouldn’t run away. 

You wouldn’t want to run away. 

You felt your breath hitch in your chest as he moved closer, his thumb caressing your skin. Whatever silence had been passing in your ears was suddenly gone, replaced with your heartbeat. 

If he didn’t kiss you soon, you might die. 

But if he did, you’d probably still die. 

Finally, he did as much. 

It was soft. New. And yet somehow…right. 

You leaned in closer, kissing him back. With a contented sigh, your lips parted ever so slightly and he took the opening. Tasting your lips for the first time was a feeling that would forever be imprinted in his memory. Mint from your toothpaste but something…sweet. 

Your back bumped against one of the metal rods set every few paces above the metal railing of the balcony. Tyler’s hand pushed through to the back of your head, his entire being practically swallowing you whole in the darkness. 

Reaching up, you pulled him closer by his neck, a soft groan rippling from his chest. You tried your best to ignore the ache it gave you in between your legs. 

Before you knew it, your back was no longer against the metal rods outside your room, but rather up against the back of your motel door as it closed behind both you and Tyler. 

His hands were everywhere, and you still couldn’t get enough of his touch. Carefully, his hands slid down your body, tugging you in by your hips before his palms came under your ass and lifted you against the door. Your legs wrapped around him as if you’d done it a thousand times before. 

And, technically, you had. 

Just never in this position. Or in this situation. 

Your heart beat out of your chest and Tyler could feel it. Under his tongue, he found your pulse. It was going almost as fast as his. A small moan left your throat as he sucked and nibbled at your pulse point, all before softening it with his tongue. 

Pushing his face back to yours, you pushed a searing kiss against his mouth as your hands tracked through his hair. He was careful when carrying you over to your bed, slowly laying you down as he climbed over you. 

His hands pushed down your thighs until he was met with your dressing robe. And for a moment, he leaned up and broke the kiss. 

He made light work of untying your robe and by the time it fell open, despite the face you still had your pajamas on, he was looking at you like he’d just found pure gold. Slowly, his fingers traced up your body as he pushed the robe from your shoulders. 

Your legs spread wider for him as he knelt up to take you in. 

“If you wanna stop at any point-”

“I won’t.”

Tyler looked directly in your eyes. “Sweetheart, it’s important to me that I have your consent. If, at any point, you wanna stop. We will. You have my word on that.”

You sat up on your elbows, your gaze not breaking from his. “I trust you, Tyler. And consent goes both ways.”

A small smirk came to his face. “Sweetheart, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this. I have no plan on stopping if you don’t want me to.”

“Good. Because I don’t either.”

Reaching up, you pulled him in to kiss you again, and he got to work. Removing your robe, you came to kneel on the bed along with him. Eventually he threw the robe across the room, just before you pushed him down and straddled his lap. 

As you did so, he helped you remove his shirt and he couldn’t help but take a mental image of you as you took one of your own. 

You’d known Tyler was muscular. He was a bull rider once, but that mostly sent your eyes looking at his ass and thighs when you weren’t looking for cuts and bruises.  But the chest and arm muscles on this man…maybe you’d been looking at the wrong part of him all these years. 

But, he did have a nice ass. 

“You okay there, darlin’?” Tyler drawled. 

“How the fuck-”

Tyler chuckled, his fingers deftly tracing up and down your spine. “It’s a lot of lifting and protein, mostly.”

You didn’t know what else to say as you looked back at him. Leaning in, you kissed him again. 

As one of his hands pushed through your hair, your own trailed down his body before you started working at the drawstring of his pants. 

You squealed a little as he flipped you onto your back, and a small laugh left both of you before he started to rid himself of the bottom half of his clothing. Then he pulled yours down. They, too, got tossed somewhere else across the room. 

As he leaned over you, you hooked one of your legs around him and pulled him closer. You could feel his smile in his kiss. And as you shifted a little under him, you felt the hardness of him push against you. 

With your hand, you palmed his cock before letting your fingers run down its shaft. Tyler’s kiss became stronger as you carefully wrapped your hand around him, pumping up and down. 

His body jerked as a groan left him. And when he saw that wicked glint in your eye as you lay under him, your pussy only growing wetter for him, a deep groan fell from his lips. 

“Fuck, baby.” Tyler growled below your ear and into your neck. 

Leaning closer, he started to nibble at your neck, no doubt leaving his mark on your. Finally, his fingers slipped down your front and pushed your legs further apart. 

His fingers ran down your folds before bringing your wetness to circle around your clit. With a little pressure, he continued to circle his fingers around as your hips bucked, his cock getting its first touch of your pussy. 

You pushed yourself up until you were straddling him once more. And with his help, you slowly lowered yourself down onto him. A small whimper left your lips as you eased yourself down his shaft. 

“That’s it, sweetheart.” 

You pulled up a little, hearing a strangled groan from Tyler as his fingers bit into your flesh. 

Once more, you eased yourself onto him. With your eyes locked on his, he pecked a kiss to your lips. 

“Take what you need, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

You started off slow at first, circling your hips. Eventually, you picked up the pace as Tyler’s head dropped to your chest. He could feel you pulsating against him, getting ready for more. And if it wasn’t more than he ever dreamed of…

“Fuck, Sweetheart. You’re too good at this.”

Continuing to circle in his lap, his hips bucking against yours begging for more, your hand fisted his hair and pulled his head back. Leaving his neck exposed, you leaned forward and left your own mark for him to discover in the morning before finally kissing his lips. 

Softly biting his bottom lip, your fingers relaxed and slid down the back of his neck before softening the sting with your tongue. You felt Tyler’s finger bit deliciously into your skin as he reached for your thighs and pulled up closer to him. 

“Baby, fuck.”

Leaning in closer, you let your tongue slip into his mouth as you kissed him. With the kiss becoming wet and hot all at once, you slowly lifted yourself from him. 

“Baby, I need you to keep- oh. Fuck. That-that’s it, Sweetheart.” Tyler watched as you slowly rode him, his cock pumping in and out of your glistening cunt. “Fuck. You’re taking me so well.”

You moaned, feeling his fingers trace your body as you circled your hips once more, his cock buried deep inside of you. 

“Sweetheart, can I touch you?”

“Yes.” You hissed the word, your head falling back for a moment as your cheeks flushed and your body begged for more. 

Slowly, his fingers slid between the tops of your folds before finding your clit. A loud moan escaped your throat and by the time you looked back at Tyler you found a tender yet smug smile on his face. “You like that, baby?”

“Y-yes.”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

He kept a small pressure on your clit, but refused to move his fingers until you answered him again. You swallowed thickly before nodding. And for a moment, his fingers teased you, tapping gently at you. Then he stopped. 

“I need your words, darlin’. Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes. Please,” you begged him. 

Finally, his fingers moved, applying a gentle pressure before curling you. Your hips bucked. He could feel your walls beginning to clench around him as you tried your best to keep a steady rhythm. 

“Take what you need, darlin’.”

His fingers pushed deeper inside you. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaking.” 

You felt Tyler’s free hand push back up your thigh before rounding your ass and pulling you down on him once more and squeezing. 

“You’re so fucking hot like this, sweetheart.”

Finally, his lips were against yours, his tongue dipping in and out of your mouth as he kissed you, only to leave you wanting more. 

A soft moan gargled at the back of your throat as you held onto his shoulders, deepening his kiss and letting him stuff you with his cock. 

Pulling his hand from your folds, you let out a whimper before a groan as he switched hands. And with some of your wetness still coating his fingers, his hand traced up your sides before rubbing slowly against your pebbled nipple. 

With guttural moans, groans and gasps, your eyes locked onto Tyler’s as he kept you riding through your high before you felt him empty himself inside of you. 

Your gasp and moan was muffled with his searing kiss once more, his hand coming to the back of your head to keep your lips locked onto his. 

Eventually, the room settled with heavy breaths and closed eyes. Your forehead resting against his, his cock still inside of you, he just held you there for a few minutes. 

“Did you mean it?”

Tyler, with heavy breaths, leaned back to look at you. “Did I mean what?”

“That you’d been dreaming about this?”

Tyler swallowed, a little nervously, but his eyes never left you. His clean fingers pushed the stay hairs from your head as he did so. 

“Every word.”

“How long?”

Tyler couldn’t give you a date. He just knew… “A long time.”

You didn’t say anything. But you did lean down and kiss him. It was tender, this time. Soft and kind. Tyler was careful when flipping you over to lay down on the mattress. And he was careful still when he pulled himself out of you. 

“Stay there. I’ll help clean you up.”

It was the first time it had happened, but you stayed where you were, watching as Tyler pulled his pajama bottoms back on and walked across to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came back with a warm cloth and with soft kisses pressed against your belly and hips, he helped clean you up. 

“Tyler?”

He looked up from where he was knelt by your feet. “Hm?”

“Promise me…promise me this isn’t just a one time thing.” He looked at you a little confused, but you looked away. “Because…you mean a lot to me, Ty. More than you know. And I…I don’t think my heart can take this just being casual.”

Tyler’s eyes remained on yours, despite the fact you weren’t looking at him. So, putting his hand up to your face, he made you look at him. 

“Sweetheart, I don’t plan on this being a casual one-time thing. I’m too madly in love with you to do something like that.”

“You are?”

Tyler smiled, a little relief resting behind his eyes. He’d waited years to finally tell you. 

“For a long time. I don’t know when it changed, but I know it did. So, I promise. This is not a one time thing.”

“You’re really in love with me?”

Tyler chuckled. “I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed by now. Pretty sure Kate’s got a wager with Boone on how long it would take for you to notice.”

“So earlier…when you were looking at me…”

Tyler nodded, the soft smile never leaving his face. “Yeah. Because I do. I do love you, Y/n.”

Your eyes tracked over his face. Nothing but truth. 

Tyler could physically see the weight fly off your shoulders. “I’m in love with you, too, Tyler.”

One look at your face, and Tyler knew he didn’t have to question it. So, leaning up, he pressed a kiss to your lips as you fell backwards and pulled him with you. 

[cup1drul3z]

sevika x reader who stores everything in their bra

cw: suggestive, fluff, short drabble

Sevika was in the middle of her poker game, predictably winning, her usual air of confidence on full display. She’d been working hard on quitting smoking lately—not because anyone forced her, but because she knew how the smell made you nauseous. It wasn’t like Sevika to openly admit guilt, but the way she quietly let you help her with the process spoke volumes. That’s how you found yourself carrying around packs of gum for her cravings.

There was just one small logistical issue: you didn’t like purses. Growing up in Zaun, you knew how easily a purse could make you a target for theft, and you weren’t about to take that risk. Plus, women’s clothing was notorious for its tiny, useless pockets. So, in typical you-fashion, you found an unconventional solution. Wallet? Candy? And yes, even a tiny revolver? All of it went straight into the most secure “pocket” you had: your bra.

Of course, Sevika hadn’t really caught onto this habit of yours yet—at least, not until now.

“Baby?” Sevika’s gruff voice interrupted your thoughts, pulling your attention back to the table. She was shuffling her chips while giving you a glance out of the corner of her eye.

“Hmm?” you hummed distractedly, leaning back in your chair.

“Can I have a piece of gum?” she asked, her tone casual as her focus returned to her hand of cards.

“Sure,” you replied. Without a second thought, your hand reached down into your cleavage, fishing out the slightly warm pack of gum nestled there.

The table went silent. The two guys Sevika had been playing against stopped their quiet banter mid-sentence, their heads snapping in your direction like they couldn’t believe what they’d just witnessed. Sevika, meanwhile, froze in place, her cards hovering mid-air as her eyes locked on you.

“What?” you asked innocently, shrugging as you handed the gum over to her. “It’s a good gum holder.”

Sevika blinked, staring at the pack in her hand like it might bite her. Then, ever so slowly, a grin began to spread across her face. “You’re kidding me,” she said, her voice full of disbelief, though there was a hint of amusement creeping in.

“What’s wrong with it?” you asked, crossing your arms defensively.

Sevika leaned back in her chair, gesturing to the pack of gum before glancing at the other players, who still looked mildly horrified. “It’s just... unexpected,” she said, smirking.

One of the guys finally spoke up, his face red as he tried to suppress a laugh. “You just keep everything in there?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, and? It’s efficient. You got a problem with it?”

He quickly shook his head, holding his hands up in surrender. “Nope, no problem. Just... respect, I guess?”

Sevika chuckled, finally tearing open the pack and popping a piece of gum into her mouth. “You never fail to surprise me,” she said, her voice warm despite the teasing glint in her eye.

“Glad I could keep things interesting,” you replied dryly, leaning back in your chair with a smirk of your own.

[gojoscinnamonroll]

thinking about messing with ino! while he’s in the middle of a video game; he has been playing on that stupid game for what feels like hours and even though he’ll ask you every 10 minutes or so, “baby, are you okay?” “princess, do you need anything?” etc etc, you were still annoyed on how his video game had more of his attention than you.

so, when you finally got fed up and bored of lying on his bed scrolling mindlessly on tiktok, pinterest, instagram, and twitter on rotation for what feels like eons, you set your phone down and with a mischievous grin, walked over to him in his gaming chair and got on your knees. “whatcha doin’ pretty baby?” he asked with his eyes still glued to the screen, “oh, nothing… don’t mind me, just go back to playing your game ‘kay?” you looked up at him with a innocent smile. but in your head, you were thinking about how you were going to punish him for giving his attention to a stupid game on a tv than you being right in front of him and in his presence.

you started caressing at the bulge in his grey sweatpants and his breath hitched. ino was trying really hard to lock in and focus on getting his victory royale but he also wanted to just throw his controller across the room & watch you take him. “what’s wrong baby? thought you were too focused on your game? hm?” giving him a playful smile as you pull his length out of his sweatpants, pumping it a few times before pressing a kiss to his swollen tip already oozing with pre. "I- I am baby.." he exhaled as you felt him melt into your touch. you licked along the vein trailing down his cock slowly before enveloping him with your soft lips. he let out a low whine as you slowly take him whole. he didn't realize his character in game was dying over and over from being shot at because it wasn't moving until you stopped to look up at him with doe eyes and glossy lips, "focus.." you purred. "your game isn't going to win itself now is it?" he snapped out of his daze to focus on his game again, "y-yeah, you're right" he stuttered with flushed cheeks. you went back to stroking him again with delicate hands and your pretty mouth.

"f-fuuck mama, you f-feel so good" ino moaning as your head goes up and down him and gently playing with his balls overstimming him as he tries to concentrate on winning his game. teasing him, you trail a few kisses up and down his length as you murmured against him, "I'm sure I do..." still leaving kisses. "too bad you don't give your poor little girlfriend the same amount of attention as your silly little game."

whimpering, he starts to profusely apologize, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry baby, I'll get off the game and give you all my attention, I p-promise, you're making me feel so good, I-"

you interrupt him. "win this game for me and I'll let you be a good boy and cum down my throat" tapping his tip onto your pink, glossy pout with a pretend thinking face.

his eyes light up like a kid in a candy store and starts spamming all types of buttons on his controller eager to win this game as you continue to bobble down his cock, drool spilling from the sides of your lips and getting so sloppy that you can practically blow bubbles on him.

VICTORY ROYALE!! pops up and takes over the screen of the tv and he starts blabbering as he starts thrusting himself into your mouth, "baby baby baby baby can I- mmph.. can I c-cum please, please can I cum?" he throws the controller to the other side of the room and starts gripping onto the armrests of the game chair until his knuckles started turning white. "c'mon you nerd," you looked at him with lust in your eyes, "give it to me." as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out for him to release his load down your throat.

"thankyouthankyouthankyou" he rambled as you milked him for all he had. "learned your lesson? you goof." you laughed.

"yes. yes i did." getting up from the chair and kicking the rest of his sweats off and throwing them to the side to lean down and pick you up princess style and laying you down in the bed.

"now i'm going to make it up to you, your highness" kissing your hand teasingly and sliding your shorts off.

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Ride my thigh - N. Hischier

6 days of kinkmas pairing: Nico Hischier x girlfriend!reader summary: Nico's girlfriend has a thing for his thigh and he knows what to do with that warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), thigh riding, swear words note: happy december guys!🎄

It was a casual day. Nico had only a morning skate and for the rest of the day he was yours. You’ve talked about this the night before and decided to decorate your apartment for the upcoming Christmas. That’s why, he drove with Jack for training so you could pick him up and go to buy a Christmas tree. You’ve been excited since you woke up and said goodbyes with him. It was your first Christmas together and wanted to make them perfect. Nico didn’t care about it, knowing that he won’t be feeling the Christmas spirit with the schedule he has but he wanted to make you happy. 

You made a list with things to do that you planned for today while eating breakfast. When the clock hit 11AM, you grabbed your purse and Nico’s car keys and drove to the rink. When you parked the car, you sent him a message that you’re waiting for him. After a couple of minutes, he left the building and started walking to the car. You quickly stepped out of the car to greet him and change positions. Nico always was a driver and you were his passenger princess. When he turned the engine, you connected to the car radio and played a Christmas song. 

“You’re truly excited for Christmas”. Nico jokes, placing his hand on your thigh.

“Yes! I love Christmas, since I was a kid it was my favorite holiday and I’m just happy that I can share it with my favorite person this year”. You turned to look at him. You saw that his cheeks become red at your confession. “Aren’t you excited too?”

“Yeah, I guess. I haven’t spent Christmas with my family in a long time and I just don’t feel it the way you feel it babe”. He admitted.

“That’s why I’m here to remind you how magical time it is”. You grabbed his hand and kissed it.

You saw that Nico doesn’t feel comfortable talking about this so you changed topic and asked him how the training went. He talked all the drive about it and you were happy to listen to his rambling. He wasn’t the most talkative person and every time he spoke more than two sentences, it made you smile that he was finally getting out of his shield. Ten minutes later, he parked in front of the shop and went to open your door. You thanked him and grabbed his hand going to buy Christmas lights and Christmas tree baubles. 

You loved the color theme of red and green. If you could, you would decorate the whole apartment in those colors but you didn’t want to overwhelm Nico. You agreed to buy white lights and colorful tree baubles. He thought it’s gonna end here but you saw the whole alley with Christmas ornaments and you lost it. It was your type of candy store. You started throwing into the cart figures of reindeers and Santa statues to decorate the living room and bedroom. 

Nico had to drag you out of the store, positive that if you could, you would buy everything. He packed all the things in the trunk and drove to a place where you can buy a Christmas tree. You didn’t want to push him into anything crazy, knowing that you crossed the line at the store with the decorations. 

“You can pick the tree”. You said.

“Why?” Nico was confused, he knew how excited you were to pick the Christmas tree.

“I don’t want to make Christmas all about myself. It’s our Christmas, that's why you can pick whatever tree you want. I’ll be happy with anything you decide to buy”. 

Nico didn't say anything, only nodded. None of you spoke during this ride. Nico was concentrating on the road processing your words. You were thinking about where to place the decorations around the apartment. Twenty minutes went by and Nico opened the door for you. You were too focused to even realise that you arrived. You undo a passenger belt and step out. Again, you grabbed his hand and let him guide you around this place. 

You saw many good options but haven’t said anything. It’s Nico’s pick not yours you had been repeating in your head all the time. After a couple of minutes, he stood up and pointed to the Christmas tree. It wasn’t a big tree, only a little bit taller than Nico but it was super lush. You fell in love with this tree and immediately agreed with him on this choice.

After two hours of running errands, you returned to the apartment. You placed all the decorations on the kitchen island while Nico went with the Christmas tree to the living room. You found a perfect spot for the tree in a corner between the window and tv screen. When you two were done with this, you went to the bedroom to change into something comfortable. You put on one of his shirts and sweatpants. He announced to you that he’s gonna take a shower and then he’ll be all yours. You nodded and went to the living room.

You turned on the tv and put youtube on with the imitation of the fireplace to make the vibe. You placed the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the speaker to play Christmas music. You wanted to play “Last Christmas'" or “All I want for Christmas is you” but instead played Sabrina Carpenter EP “Fruitcake” with more modern Christmas songs. When you finished, you went to unpack the ornaments from the bag. Nico went out of the bedroom and you froze over how hot he looked.

He wore one of the old Jersey’s shirts and those slutty shorts that were showing his thighs. You started drooling over it and looked at his legs. They were so big and muscular. Especially his thighs. You always had a kink on them but never addressed them to him, thinking it might sound weird. That was your little secret. Nico’s laugh brought you back to reality.

“I have eyes here babe”. He went to you and hugged you from behind. He placed a kiss on your neck and you turned all red that you’ve been caught. 

“I know”. You said nervously trying to change the topic. “I think we should start with decorating the tree and later do the rest of the apartment”.

“Whatever you want, I’ll follow your lead”. He kissed your cheek and grabbed the lights. You took the Christmas tree baubles and went after him. 

You spent an hour decorating the tree and placing everything to look perfect. During this you laughed and joked about this. It was entertaining for both of you and you were grateful that Nico hadn’t felt that he’s doing this as punishment. He was slowly getting the Christmas spirit. With time, he was singing the songs with you. Despite it, you couldn’t stop thinking about how good his thighs look. You caught yourself looking at them when he was focused on something different. 

At least this is what you thought. Nico was perfectly aware of the fact that you was drooling at his thighs. He always felt that you’re having a thing for them because you loved placing your hand on them and squeezing them. That’s when he came up with a great plan of how to pleasure you. When you were done with the tree, you wanted to go to the kitchen to grab other decorations and Nico grabbed your hand and stopped you.

He placed his lips on your and started kissing you passionately. You moaned and when your lips were open, he placed his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues were fighting for dominance. After a couple of seconds you pulled out of each other to catch a breath. Before you could do anything, Nico sat on the couch and pushed you so you sat up on his lap. He started kissing you again with more eagerness. 

He started going with kisses down your cheeks and jawline. You pushed your head behind and he kissed your neck, biting the soft spot near your left ear. You started whimpering while he was doing it. You grabbed his shirt to take it off but he stopped you.

“Babe, do you trust me?” He asked but you were scared of where this is going.

“Y-yes”. 

“Ride my thigh”. Nico said casually and you gave him big eyes, shocked at his words. He laughed at your reaction. “I saw how you’re always looking at them. I know that you found them attractive, you’re not so gentle about it so use them”.

“But… I don’t know how. Never done it before”. You said shyly.

“Sit on my right thigh and just ride it. I’ll help you”.

You obeyed him and sat on his right thigh. You slowly started to move around them feeling the wetness in your panties. Nico started to take off your shirt and saw that you don’t wear a bra. She started playing with your boobs, sucking your nipples. Your moves became more rapid but your sweatpants were annoying you. You stood up and Nico gave you a weird look.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, concerned.

“I need to get rid of my sweatpants. I want to feel you skin to skin”. You said while taking them off. 

“Dirty girl”. He grabbed your waist and pushed you back on his thigh. You moaned at the feeling and he smiled at this sign.

You started moving around his thigh again, this time the pleasure was bigger. Every time your clit was going around his leg you felt like you might cum in a moment. Nico came back to kissing your chest, hands still on your waist. You felt so dirty by doing this but also felt so good. It was different than always but his thigh was incredible. You never thought that riding his thigh might give you such pleasure. You were moaning his name like crazy. With time your moves slowed down and he saw it.

“Already tired?” Nico joked. 

“Yeah but it feels too good to stop”. You admitted.

“Let me help you”. 

Nico grabbed your hips and started moving your body. You placed your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady when he was doing all the work. You were moaning into his ear and he swore this was music to his ears. He could listen to your whimpers all day. This made him sure that he’s making you feel so good. The feeling of your pussy dragging along his thigh was spectacular. You could feel that his leg it’s getting wet from your juices but you didn’t care.

“Oh Nico, I’m so close. Don’t stop”. You begged him.

“Haven’t planned this”. He kissed your cheek and started moving his thigh with your body so you could get your release. You started moving your hips faster with Nico’s hands still on them. You threw your head behind, the feeling was overwhelming you. 

“Nico!” You screamed when the orgasm hit you. Nico hadn’t stopped moving. He helped you to ride out the climax. When you laid on him, he immediately placed his hands on your back and pushed you closer to his chest. You saw that the end of his short had a wet spot and laughed at the sign. 

He was caressing your hair with his right hand while the left one was still on your lower back. “Shh, you did amazing babe”. He whispered into your ear like it was a secret. 

Nico grabbed a blanket that was laying on the couch and placed it around you when he felt you shivering from the cold. He picked you up with ease and went to the bathroom to run a bath. He helped you clean up while still whispering cute things into your ear. 

“We need to do it again. Your thigh is incredible”. You said and he laughed. “Not as great as your hands or cock but good”.

“Anytime babe”. Nico kissed your forehead.

[victorbutnotreally]

"Shh"

Yang Jeongin x Male Reader

title credits to lovely anon.

warnings: brother's best friend, three years age gap if that's a thing, jeongin calls Mn "hyung" during sex, size kink kinda, choking, sex with clothes on, spit as lube (doesn't work but it does in fiction)

He's been obsessed with Mn ever since he was a kid. Mn was three years older than him and always came over to play with his brother. And even his brother's less closer friends were considered by Jeongin as his brothers, but not Mn. Oh absolutely not. That laugh, those hands, the way he would always bring him a candy or something when he came over?? The way he would help him with his homework and teach him better than his teacher did?? Jeongin used to debate in his head if he should run away and hide or go spend time with him. And as they grew older, the attraction grew too. And then he became and idol, and Mn moved to France for university.

Right now, Jeongin was home. Finally on a well-needed break from idol life as he lazed on the couch, eating chips and binging shows. He heard the doorbell ring, but he was one with the couch now, ain't no way he's getting up.

"Eomma!!," he called, hoping his Mom would answer the door. He could hear his mom tsk affectionately as she made her way over to the door and opened it.

He couldn't see who was at the door, but his mother's excitement and the way his brother bolted down the stairs made the butterflies in his stomach return. Was it Mn? He slowly got up and went towards the door, carefully for some reason, as if approaching a snake. He almost choked on his chip when he saw who was at the door. Mn. Mn, whose cuteness was still there despite him losing his baby cheeks. Mn who looked like a damn model. He grew up. A lot. Seeing Mn's sculpted body, and his mature face which still had the boyish charm made the butterflies in Jeongin's stomach turn into birds which clawed at his stomach. In a good way, of course.

He watched as his brother tackled Mn in a hug, and Mn returned it. He could only watch as Mn's forearms rested on his best friend's back, flexing due to the strength of that hug. He gulped, smiling awkwardly when he saw Mn's eyes on him.

"H-Hi hyung," Jeongin smiled, a laugh coming out when Mn hugged him as well.

"Hi little rockstar."

Jeongin, his brother, and Mn were watching a movie. Everyone else was asleep. He could hear Mn's laughs at the movie. He wanted to smile and admire how pretty the older man's laugh is, but his mind just had one image: Mn's forearms. God. Not just his forearms, but him in general. He loved how big Mn was. How he was always bigger than him. He tried keeping his thoughts pg, but his mind was just not letting him. He put a pillow in his lap to hide his erection, but the ever so observant Mn noticed. He smirked and put an arm around Jeongin's shoulder, feeling how the younger tensed under his touch.

As the movie ended, Jeongin's brother went to the kitchen to see if they have snacks, knowing damn well they don't. He sighed and went back to the living room.

"We have no snacks. I'm gonna go get some, wanna come with me Mnie?"

"Nah. Jet lag, man."

"Alright."

Now, Mn knew how much time his best friend would take at the convenience store. He knew he'd get carried away, he'd walk around, get tired, and then end up eating ramen or something at the convenience store, then resume his shopping, and then walk home. He had plenty of time. Once his best friend left, Mn turned to Jeongin.

"What's with the pillow, hm?"

Jeongin was too enamored with Mn's forearms to notice that accent before. His cheeks tinted pink, he spoke, "Nothing."

"I know it's not nothing, innie. Don't worry, love, it happens to all of us."

His tone made Jeongin want to pounce on him, and so he did. He crashed his lips to the older's, relishing the taste of his chocolate chapstick. Mn smirked against his lips, hands moving to rest on Jeongin's waist. He nipped at his bottom lip, sliding his tongue in as the younger let out a moan at the soft bite. He could feel Jeongin's hands up his shirt, exploring the muscles underneath. Mn broke the kiss to catch his breath, but dove right in once he saw Jeongin's hands slip down his sweatpants. He let out a low moan once Jeongin started stroking his dick.

"Need you, hyung. Please."

"Aw, look at you. So cute."

Mn's spat on his fingers and slid them in one by one into Jeongin's hole, peppering kisses down his neck, making the younger moan more. He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, and Jeongin grabbed his hand and led it to his throat, making Mn smirk as he wrapped it around his neck.

"You like that, baby? God, you look so good right now. Makes hyung wanna devour you."

"Please do, hyung…please.."

Mn had to control himself when he saw the slight pout on the younger's lips. He pressed a soft kiss to it before pulling out his fingers and spreading Jeongin's legs with that hand. He slowly slid himself in, watching as his mouth gaped open, gasping at the intrusion. He started moving once he bottomed out, hips snapping against him at a pace which made the other male moan so loud. He put a hand over Jeongin's mouth to muffle his moans.

"As much as I want to hear your pretty sounds, baby, you gotta stay quiet, yeah? Don't want your family to hear now, do you?"

Jeongin shook his head frantically, eyes rolling back as Mn's thrusts grew stronger. He hooked Jeongin's leg over his shoulder to go deeper and moaned as the younger clawed at his back. He captured his lips in yet another kiss, tongue exploring his mouth as he quickened his pace, the searing kiss swallowing both their moans.

"Hyung…I'm gonna cum"

"Go ahead, baby."

Jeongin threw his head back as he came, soft whimpers leaving his pretty lips. Mn pulled out and jerked himself off. He pulled up his pants and went to the kitchen to grab paper towels to wipe everything off after washing his hands. He cleaned Jeongin up who quickly put his pants on when he heard footsteps. Mn settled himself casually on the couch, wrapping an arm around Jeongin's shoulder, looking up when he saw his best friend.

"Finally. What did you eat at the store today?", he asked, as if he wasn't just fucking the man's brother minutes ago.

"Tteokbokki."

"Mhm."

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[cillians-sweetheart]

https://www.tumblr.com/cillians-sweetheart/772157725448847360/whos-got-fic-ideas-i-got-writers

Maybe Cills with a younger reader (25-35 ish?) and they actually decided not to have more children but she gets accidentally pregnant? But of angst but ends with fluff? Sorry very basic 😭

Not basic! Love it!! 😋 And I hope you love it too!

A Miracle Arrival - Cillian Murphy

Cillian Murphy(36) x Wife!Reader(25)

Plot: After a date night, Y/N and Cillian put the kids to bed and have some well needed alone time that ends in an unexpected surprise.

Content: kissing, slight sexual content, speak of menstruation, marriage, kids, pregnancy, emotional melt down (f), fluff

During our four years of marriage, people would expect that after a few months, our desires towards each other would just disappear and we wouldn't crave to touch each other day to day. But that wasn’t the case. In a marriage between two heavily passionate lovers meant that our love from our wedding day to today, never changed. Not even fading in the slightest.

Already at age 25, I’ve had 2 beautiful children. The perfect duo of an older daughter (Georgia), and younger son (Christian), ages three and one. Our daughter, now being able to speak full sentences, has begun to develop Cillians accent. But it wasn't surprising as she always took after him, and loved him more than me. And my son is the opposite, a mini me with his looks and attitude.

We decided after having Christian that we were done for children. Having two toddlers was difficult but also I couldn't picture myself going through labour ever again. Two was enough.

On a Friday evening, Cillians mother came by the house to watch the children for a few hours and put them to bed while he and I went out. We learned that monthly dates help keep the spark in our relationship. It wasn’t that we didn’t feel anything towards each other anymore, we just feared that someday that spark would be gone.

“So… I was thinking that after dinner, we would send mom home and just lay low in the bedroom for the night. Yeah?” Cillian offered, holding his glass of wine in his hand. .

“Yes,” I answered, reading through the menu. “I don’t really have the energy for anything fancy. Laying in bed sounds perfect.”

And that’s what we did. At first.

When we got home his mother sat in the living room reading a book, but left shortly after as we were now home. The house was silent and the kids were asleep. We didn’t waste a single moment to finally be lazy after both of our long days.

We changed into comfortable clothes, and cuddled closely beneath the warm duvet. The tv played a show we hadn’t paid attention to and the tension between us grew hotter with each passing moment. And once our single kiss became sloppy and never-ending, the tv came off. As with our clothes.

It all happened so quickly. In just seconds he was above me kissing roughly at my neck, and my legs tightly wrapped around his hips. We didn’t think about anything in the moment, nothing but wanting more from each other's bodies. The pleasure filling both of us made it almost impossible to stay quiet. I had to bite back moans, hiding in his muscular shoulder.

After the hour which felt of 20 minutes, we both fell weak side by side. I didn’t think of anything but just being ready to go to sleep in the arms of the man I loved.

A month went by and life carried on -as usual- I was ‘delightfully’ greeted by an absence of my period. Normally I wouldn’t care, but I’m a week overdue. My heart sank at the possible reason why I was like this. Why I was late, nauseated, and really hungry.

While Cillian was off at work I stopped by the drug store and to the aisle I really didn’t want to be in. With rows and rows of pregnancy tests. I looked over my shoulders and quickly scanned over the several options of tests. I picked the cheapest one to not cause suspicion on Cillian and I’s shared credit card. If it had to come to it, I’d say I bought the kids some candy.

I waited anxiously for the remainder of the day. I was terrified to take that test, but also itching to get an answer. If I were pregnant, I’d need to plan what was going to happen, and if I wasn’t I could’ve been rattled for nothing. So I took the test.

I hid myself in Cillian and I’s bathroom while he made supper for the kids. The test shook from my shaky hands as my eyes squeezed shut waiting for it to be done. And after two minutes, I flipped the little plastic stick towards me. two bright red lines.

My mind went blank. I was in shock, and felt nothing. Until a minute after the fear kicked in and I cried and puked the way I did when pregnant with Christian. All those memories of my fat, stretched skin, and agonzing contractions, came back to me like a bullet to the skull. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t afford another child, nor could my body. How would I ever tell Cillian…

It wasn’t until 5 minutes later I was able to clear my tears. Quickly, I coated my face in concealer to hide the redness to not cause worry to Cillian or our children. I put on an awkward grin and entered the kitchen to where Cillian had been spoon feeding our youngest, and Georgia putting her food everywheres it wasn't supposed to.

“Hey,” He turned his head towards me, standing straight from kneeling on the floor. “You alright?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Yeah I just needed to use the bathroom.” I walked past him with a napkin and wiped our daughter's messy face.

Cillian didn’t take any suspicion, and continued to feed Christian and clean the kitchen. He was always so good with them. Like he could hundreds and do perfectly fine. But there was no way I was having a third child. Because it was me that would actually birth them, not him.

After supper with the kids tucked into bed, Cillian and I sat closely on the couch in the living room watching the Tv. My legs laid over his lap and my head rested against his shoulder. His gentle hand lightly stroked my thigh. I began to remember all those feelings from earlier. The fear, the angst, the pain. Tightness grew in my chest and my face turned cold. I was frozen in my spot. Tears welding in my eyes.

My breath being held and my slight shaking caught Cillian’s attention from the Tv. Taking the remote in his hand, he turned the Tv off and turned his face down to mine.”Y/N? Baby.” He took my cheek in his hand and turned me to look at him. “What’s going on?” His voice held concern but tenderness. His thumb lightly rubbing my cheek.

“I um…” I froze up, looking down with a single tear falling from my right eye. I debated in my head with other answers besides the truth to tell him. I dreaded telling him such a thing.

“What love?” His face leaned down closer to mine with sympathy in his eyes.

“I- I’m pregnant.” My eyes fell down to my lap with shame. It became silent for a moment. An unbreakable tension grew heavy between us.

“Are you- Really?” I nodded with another tear rolling down my cheek. “Oh sweetheart.” Cillian pulled me into his chest, holding me while I broke down into the same emotional state I was when pregnant with Georgia and Christian.

Cillian lightly rubbed my belly while his other hand stroked my back.

“I don't know what to do.” I sniffled and choked on my tears. “I can’t do this… I’m already a crap mom, I- I can't have another one!” I said with irritation mostly towards myself.

“No you’re not love.” Cillian cooed, kissing the top of my head.

“But,” I mumbled. “You do so much for them… while I hide in the bathroom.”

He took my face in my hands looking seriously into my eyes. “A real mother is one who is not afraid to have her own space.”

I looked back at Cillian with adoration and nodded at his words. “I just… my body can’t go through this again.”

“Is it your body, or your mind?”

“I don’t even know anymore…”

“Well, I want you to do whatever it is that feels right. Okay?”

“Mhm,” I nodded. “But if I did somehow want to have another… would you mind?” My watery eyes glared up to his.

“Not at all love, I love our children and would love just as many more.” He grinned the same grin that made me fall in love with him for the first time. I felt the warmth and tenderness in his voice. “Do you want another?”

“Well I don’t want to get rid of this one…” I lightly rubbed my lower belly. Cillian’s hand held over top of mine.

“We don’t have to then. I’d be more than happy for another baby.” He kissed my forehead. “If there was anyway they’d turn out like our already beautiful children, then how could I say no.”

I looked up with a warm smile at him. “Oh I love you…” I said lovingly touching his cheek with my hand.

“I love you too my love.”

And nine months later with Cillian at my side, I was handed the most precious baby girl who held my every feature. My twin. She cooed lightly and her eyes twinkled open for the first time in the light. And when those little eyes fully opened, they melted with love seeing my face.

She was so perfect, an angel little girl. And everyday since the day she was born, I thanked Cillian for being the loving husband he is and teaching me to listen to my heart. Because if I hadn’t that day I wouldn’t have had this sweet girl who I later named Mila. My miracle sent from heaven.

[gguk-n]

can you write lando norris x desi!reader!gf where they go back to celebrate ganesh chaturthi, and yn hosts ganapati bappa in her own house in india and its lando's first time pleaseee

Festive Hearts

Jalebi- dessert made of flour or flour and rice flour fried and dipped in sugar syrup. Kurta Pajama- Indian attire for men made of various material which includes a tunic and a loose fitting pant. Shalwar Kameez- Similar to Kurta Pajama but for women. Pooja- A Hindu ritual of worship.

I'm not an expert when it comes to this so please forgive me if there are any discrepancies

Lando and Y/N had been dating for a while now, long enough that her family knew about Lando, he was very well loved. That's how he ended up in India during Ganesh Chaturthi. Lando wasn't there on the day Ganapati Bappa was being brought into the house due to the race. He got there a few days before the immersion. Lando was like a kid in a candy store. Everything was bright and vibrant. The whole house was decorated in flowers and lights. There was always delicious and new food for him to eat. "Babe, my trainer's gonna hate me" he told his girlfriend while munching on his third jalebi. "These are delicious. Do you eat these every day?" he mumbled with food in his mouth. "No, Lan, no one eats these every day." she laughed. "Your mum keeps handing them to me, I don't know how to say no." he looked at her apologetically. Y/N called her mum out to stop feeding her boyfriend.

There were a lot of Formula One fans in Y/N's home town which meant Lando got recognised and asked for pictures and autographs. Y/N's family was the one hosting Ganapati Bappa this year in their community. So, there was always a crowd of people going in and out of the house, and now Lando brought another crowd along too. But he wasn't complaining, he wanted to get to know the people that got to see his love grow up.

On the day of the immersion, Lando was dressed in a white crisp Kurta Pajama and his girlfriend wore shalwar kameez. The family had woken up early and were busy in preparation since the auspicious time was during the mid-day. Lando could see his girlfriend running around trying to get the things ready for the ritual. Y/N's dad handed Lando some flowers and desserts for offering and asked him to put it away. There was this energy that was running through everyone's veins as the time drew closer. A sense of emotions over took them, it was like watching your family leave for some time.

There would a huge procession leaving with Ganapati Bappa after the Pooja. There would be songs and people would dance along the way from the house to the sea, where Ganapati Bappa would be immersed in the water. Y/N's siblings took Lando along with them to dance. Y/N had only seen Lando dance in clubs and now she could see him dance along with her siblings, learning as he went. It was a beautiful sight with Ganapati Bappa over looking everyone as they partook in the celebrations. "He's a keeper" her mother said. Y/N jumped from surprise. "When did you get here?" she asked. "Just now" her mother replied fondly looking at Lando. "He has really been trying since he got here" her mother spoke more to herself. "To get everyone to like him." she hummed. "Do you like him?" Y/N asked expectantly. "We liked him when you said you loved him" her mother replied. Y/N smiled at her mother and decided to join everyone in the celebrations.

After everything was done, and everyone returned; the house in disarray. Her mother started cleaning up while the others joined. Finally, Lando laid on the cot in the courtyard exhausted from the day's events. Y/N sat near his head playing with his hair. "Do you guys do this every year?" he asked looking up; "yup" she replied. "This is so much fun but I've never been more exhausted in my life and I've driven in Singapore." he chuckled. "You'll get used to it" she hummed, checking around before pressing a kiss to Lando's lips. "Spiderman kiss" Lando mumbled as he placed his hand on her neck pulled her closer. Y/N's mum coughed making the pair pull away, a blush visible on their cheeks. "I get you two love each other, but there's still some cleaning left" she said while the two whined and Y/N got up to help her mum. "Rest for some time and then join me" she told Lando before pecking his cheek and walking away.

Sorry this was short, I felt kind of lost.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Halloween Under The Sea

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Sam and Dean’s five year old sister convinces them to celebrate Halloween

“Please please please!”

“I don’t get it,” Dean groaned. “You’ve never cared about Halloween before, why do you want to celebrate so bad now?”

“You didn’t tell me how cool it was before,” you argued. “But-but me and Sammy went to the park today, and we met a girl,” you took a deep breath, pausing in your rapid fire speech before continuing. “And she was my age, and she-and she was so cool!” You were so excited that your brain couldn’t keep up with your tongue. “And she told me all about how you dress up, and get candy, and it’s lots of fun!”

“Thanks, Sam,” Dean mumbled.

“Hey, I didn’t know that kid was gonna do that,” Sam hissed back. “If you’d have taken her to the store with you like I said-“

“So can we do Halloween?” Your voice broke up the whispered argument.

“Look, kid-“ Dean’s negative tone was cut short when he took one look at your pleading face. “Dang it,” he muttered. “When did you get so cute?” He took a deep breath. “What did you want to dress up as again?”

…

“This is ridiculous,” Sam groaned.

“Hey, at least you got the human,” Dean said.

“I’ll take a lobster over this itchy prince costume any day,” Sam grumbled.

“Dude, Sebastian is a crab,” Dean said.

“I can’t believe you know its name,” Sam scoffed.

“Are you kidding? Y/N made me watch the movie four times to prep for tonight,” Dean huffed. “You’re just lucky you managed to find excuses to get out of it.”

“Yeah, and even with the excuses I had to watch it twice.”

“It’s time, it’s time, it’s time!” Both boys quieted at the sound of your yelling as you exited the bathroom, a bright red wig on your head, and Ariel’s iconic pink dress swishing around with every movement.

“Commere baby,” Dean kneeled down to straighten your very-crooked wig, and you grinned at him.

“Why thank you, Sebastian,” you giggled, and he smiled tolerantly.

“Any time, fair princess.”

“Prince Eric!” Sam smiled when you turned to look at him, and he bowed when you curtsied. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

“Of course.” Sam did his best to play along, holding out his arm to escort you out. Dean trailed behind, struggling to fit through the small door with his giant shell hanging off his back.

This is going to be a long night, Dean thought. But then, when he finally made it out the door, he saw you again.

You were hanging off Sam’s arm, the biggest grin on your face, and Sam was laughing at something you had said.

Maybe this night wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Especially since Dean managed to get a picture of Sam dressed up like a Disney prince. It was too bad that he didn’t know Sam also snapped a picture of him dressed like a crab.

[lovebunnie]

“so are we just not gonna talk about it?”

spy looks over the edge of his cigarette to the scout, leaning against a wall in feigned nonchalance. he looks agitated with fingers curled into white knuckled fists. he looks ready to hit someone, spy thinks. ever the violent little thing.

“you will have to be more specific.”

scout scoffs. “thats’a no then.”

“say what you want, boy.” the spy exhales his smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

scout's nose crinkles as he steels himself as though preparing to weather a storm. the tension between them feels thick as the spy's already charred lungs feel even more strained. faint redness tinges the boy's cheeks and the spy knows that scout is trying not to cry.

"what good is it if you wont freakin' listen? whats the point in trying to say anything when every one of ya jerks look at me like im not in on it, like im the last to know. i have eyes." scout's frame shakes, turning to face the spy. "im not that stupid, i can connect the dots.”

“you are talking in circles. this game you are playing had no place among coworkers-“

“youre my father, you asshole.”

spy slowly takes his cigarette from his mouth. he lets the silence take hold of the room to mask the feeling of cold dread washing over him. it was never supposed to be this way. “ah, i see,” he mutters.

“yea,” scout spits, “been searching for the bastard my whole life and it freakin’ figures id meet him here, at the end of the world.”

“life is surely funny that way.”

“doesnt feel very funny.”

the spy watches scout shuffle his feet. “you were never supposed to find out like this.”

“dont give me that.” the scout hisses the words and the red raising in his cheeks disguises his smattering of freckles. the spy thinks he looks older like this, settled into his rage. “i wasnt never supposed to know, was i?”

he could lie. he has been lying his whole life and it came to him far easier. there was already a story at the tip of his tongue about waiting for the right time and place, about waiting for when all the bloodshed was over to finally embrace his role as a father. really, he should lie to save his own sanity and peace of mind in the workplace if nothing else.

“no, you were not.” however, the truth sneaks out of spy like an exhale.

the scout jerks a nod and looks away. his throat clicks with the swallowing of tears and the little boy from another lifetime ago is standing right in front of spy all of a sudden. the small hands that grabbed his fingers when he was a newborn now clench onto nothing. wide eyes once full of wonder were now unable to meet his own.

“you were just gonna, what, keep going here until one of us died? everyone was just going to keep this to themselves and let me rot with it?” the scout takes a deep breath. “my ma knows too, doesnt she? has known about it the whole freakin’ time i bet.” he deflates a bit at the mention of his mother.

“she wanted me to keep an eye on you,” the spy says.

at once, something gripes scout and suddenly the rage is back, sparking and sputtering with righteous fury. “jesus christ, again with the lies? you were gonna keep an eye on me, oh, like back when i was a kid and getting my lunch money taken? back when i had to earn my place in the neighborhood just to keep from getting pummeled?” he points a finger. “you never did anything even close to protect me. when ma couldnt pick me up from practice because she was home with the flu, it was benny who came to get me, not you. when i needed field trip permission slips signed, matty taught me how to forge a signature.” one finger becomes two and counts up in time with his words. “randy taught me how to tie my shoes. eddie knew where id always forget my backpack. sammy let me pick any candy i wanted when we went to the grocery store.”

the spy stays silent. no words come to him.

“and when i got here, who showed me where to put my things? it wasnt you spy, it was demo. when i had to ask about my shots getting delivered here, did you go out of your way to make it happen? no, medic did that too. did you ask me what i wanted for breakfast or was that heavy? did my father ever offer to upgrade my weapons or did engie do that?”

the scout, during his scolding, had involuntarily stepped closer and closer to the spy until they were in each other’s faces. the air felt thick, and spy wanted to cloak right now more than anything on earth.

scout steps back. “i didnt need a father then and i sure as hell dont need one now,” he says.

if the world was right and just, spy would apologize right now and say he regretted leaving his son as he did all those years ago. he would promise that the lies ended here. he would promise to start being the father scout deserved, better late then never.

but unfortunately, the world was how it was. “are you quite done?”

scout stares at him for a moment with his jaw somewhat dropped, and the spy feels his heart break at the realization that the scout had had hope in a different outcome.

“youre a real piece of work,” scout grumbles. “lets both forget this happened, okay? dont even bother trying to pretend to care, either. we should both just forget about each other like this, im too tired to deal with any more.” the scout takes a step back before a smirk tugs at his lips and he gives a watery snort. “ya know, life is funny that way. this time, i get to be the one to walk away.”

before spy can try to respond, the scout turns on his heel and walks away, as was his birth right, as was his nature.

like father, like son.

[kaciidubs]

Mr. & Mrs. Gingerbread | 8 Days of SKZcember 2023

Prompt: putting a gingerbread house together

❣ Summary: The perfect ginger house for the perfect ginger family. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 875 ❣ Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Felix and Reader are really passionate about their gingerbread people ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Felix is referred to as Lix[ie], and Mr. Gingerbread, Reader is referred to as Sunshine, and Mrs. Gingerbread ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ SKZcember 2023

“Are you sure you don’t wanna make the gingerbread house from scratch?”

You had to fight yourself from falling for those pleading brown eyes, knowing full and well that there was already half an hour left on the three hour chill time for the gingerbread dough he previously made, and if he made another batch you wouldn’t be making the house until it was well into the evening.

“Lixie, honey, you’re already making the gingerbread people from scratch - we can cheat and use the premade cookie house again, okay?” Sliding the unopened box on the kitchen island, you drummed lightly on the cardboard, “Besides, we already bought extra candy and icing so we don’t have to use the, quote, ‘cheap icing and stale candy with no true theme’.”

 Felix blushed, taking the box from your grasp with a small huff of indignation, “Hey! You agreed with me when we were at the store!”

“I never said you were wrong, now did I?” Pinching his cheek lightly, you busied yourself with taking the extra sweet decorations out of their packaging while he took care of unboxing the project of the afternoon.

With each piece laid out and carefully inspected, operation Gingerbread Builders was a go.

“So, I’m thinking this is Mr. and Mrs. Gingerbread’s first time in the housing market, so we have to make this an extra special house for them.”

“Mhm - They need a house that’ll stand out from all the rest, they wanna make a statement in this neighborhood.”

“As they should, it’s deserved!”

A natural silence fell over you both as you each worked on your respective parts of the house; you with the back and left wall, Felix with the front and right wall, saving the roof for the final piece to put together.

“Who do you think has more say in the design of the house?” Felix mused as he cut pieces of gummy candy into small squares.

“Mr. Gingerbread for sure, he went to school for Gingerbread Home Design, with a minor in theater.”

“Figures, Mrs. Gingerbread went for Ginger-Fashion in Uni, and we all know fashion prowess doesn’t translate to houses well.”

“Then it’s a good thing they met through the theater club, isn’t it?”

Giggling at your fictional gingerbread lore, you both continued decorating the house in colorful candies and icing accents; the soft background music of a carefully curated winter themed Animal Crossing playlist playing to fill in the peaceful atmosphere.

With some blatantly obvious sneaking of candy here, and playful marking of icing on hands there, the walls of the home were finished and it was time to put them together.

You dutifully lined the edges of the gingerbread panels with the thick icing provided from the box, sticking them together carefully before repeating the process with the other sides until both walls, and the front and back of the house were in place.

“Do you think they’re a weaved panel or classic snow-top type of couple?” 

Carefully placing the roofless house onto the icing-layered plastic foundation, you shot him a look, “What does that even mean, Lix?”

“Should the roof be in a lattice design,” he explained, mimicking the lattice design with his hands, “or should we make it look like it’s a snowy roof?”

“Well…” Taking a look at one of the roof pieces, you carefully lined one side of the rooftop, “Mrs. Gingerbread likes the way the snowy roof looks, especially since all of the other houses on the block have some extravagant design - she’s a simple elegant gingerbread.”

Nodding, Felix smiled happily, “Mr. Gingerbread likes that, especially since it leaves more room for a gumdrop design!”

“Oh, Mr. Gingerbread, always the one for showing the beauty in subtlety.” You hummed warmly, sticking one roof panel carefully on top of the icing.

“Mrs. Gingerbread loves him for it.” His tone was just as warm, as sweet as the icing currently sticking to your fingers.

“Yes, she does.”

Sticking the second roof panel on the house, you swapped positions with the freckled blond to let him have creative authority of the soon to be snowy rooftop; watching as the bland gingerbread squares slowly transformed into a beautiful snow-topped roof with a rainbow licorice topping, gumdrops and mini jawbreakers dotted in a beautiful pattern where the ‘snow’ hadn’t reached - with your help, of course.

Just when you thought the decorating was complete, Felix leaned over the house and began using the remaining white icing to create an icicle pattern along the edge of the roof, leaving you to watch in amazement like a child watching toffee being made.

“And… Done!” Standing straight, his cheeks pulled up into his usual sunshine smile, as he gazed at the collaborative masterpiece in front of him, “It looks amazing, doesn't it?!”

Your heart swelled, a smile finding its way onto your own face as you nodded, “It is, you did wonderful, Mr. Gingerbread.”

Turning his head to you, you could see what you could only describe as pure love in his sparkling eyes. “You did wonderful too, Mrs. Gingerbread.”

The sound of the oven alarm beeping broke you from your reverie, though it only made Felix’s smile grow wider than before.

“Wanna clean up and make our ginger-people?”

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DRABBLE: HE GETS HORNY FROM YOUR COSTUME 🎃 (18+) (JJK) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

Writer’s Note: I meant to post this last night for Halloween, BUT work & life had other plans for me so I’m posting it now. Enjoy! -Jazz

*IMPORTANT: Itadori and Megumi are both aged up in this drabble (early 20s).

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ITADORI (BATGIRL COSTUME) 

*Note: Reader is described as having "curves" (ass and titties).

The boy nearly popped a hard-on seeing you for the first time in that fitting room. Thank God he was swearing sweats at the time. 

After college classes ended, he invited you out for parfaits and Halloween shopping for Gojo’s costume party since he knew how much you loved Halloween. He, also, was a fan of the holiday and loved that you had something in common with him. Maybe that would open the doors to something more, he hoped. 

“We can shop for decorations for our dorms too!” he excitedly said to you as you walked to the Halloween store among the colorful trees and crisp air. “And maybe even get some candy! You think there are gonna be kids at Gojo’s party too?” 

“Other than us?” you giggled. “No way. With how raunchy Gojo’s gigs get, there will be no kids at this, so we can get all the candy we want for just us!” You laughed at Yuji’s fist pump in the air, thinking about how cute he was. 

When you finally got to the Halloween store, it was packed with people searching for candy and Halloween costumes. You and Yuji went right for the superhero and villain costumes, excitedly talking among yourselves about duo costume ideas. “How about Superman and Wonder Woman?” you suggested, showing him the tight spandex suit and cape. You giggled at the idea of him squeezing himself into it and picking at his groin all night because the suit is too tight. 

He tapped a finger to his chin, squinting at the suit like he was really considering buying it. “Eh, I don’t know how I’d look in this,” he tutted. He scanned the rest of the shelves and gasped excitedly. “Hey, what about these? Batman and Batgirl?” He pointed at the two costume packs, specifically the Batgirl one which came with a mask, belt, and cape. 

You looked at the Batman costume, noticing how big the mask is. It practically took up half of your face if you were to put it on. “If you don’t mind sweating in that mask, sure,” you replied to Yuji. He cheered like you just said you were treating him to dinner.

“Awesome!! Here, go and try this on so you can see how it looks. We’ve got plenty of time before the party starts.” He grabbed the costume and pushed it into your chest, hurrying you off towards the fitting rooms. “You go try it on and I’ll stay here,” he said, taking a seat in one of the lounging chairs outside of the fitting rooms. He grinned at you like a little kid, melting your heart. He was so golden retriever-coded. 

“Okay, okay,” you laughed and disappeared behind the door to one of the rooms. You took the costume off of the hanger and stripped off your own clothes before trying it on. The suit was of spandex-like material and stretches when you put it on, but it felt rather tight against your body and seemed to stick to your chest and ass. You attached the cape to your back and put on the black bat mask it came with before walking towards the door. “I’ve got it on,” you called to Yuji nervously. “It’s kinda tight though.” 

“Really?” Yuji asked. “Well, lemme see! It can’t be that bad.” You mumbled in protest, but came outside of the room regardless. You stood in front of Yuji playing away on his phone and twirled for him. “Here it is,” you said. “So how do I look?” 

Yuji looked up once from his phone and then had to a double take when he saw you. His eyes traced over your body in the skin-tight bodysuit, loving the way it filled out your curves and stuck to your frame. It also did nothing to hide your chest or behind, outlining your assets perfectly. All you had to do was add some high-knee boots and he was ready to bow to you, serve your every need. Before he realized that he was popping a hard-on, it was too late. 

“It looks ridiculous, don’t it?” you sighed, picking at the cape. “The cape and mask are cute, but this suit is just…” You trailed off, realizing how quiet your friend was. You looked at Yuji, noticing his mouth agape and eyes wide as he stared at you. “Yuji?” you carefully asked.

Nothing. Not even a blink of an eye. You bent towards him, your tits in his face and your eyes looking into his. “Yujiii?” you sang. “Hellooo?” 

When Yuji blinked and brought himself back to life out of his fantasy of fucking you silly in the dressing room, he realized how close you were. So close that he could smother himself in your titties if you let him. He jumped back and up out of his seat, startling you. “Fine!” he said a little too loudly. “I-I’m fine, I’m good. You look great! You should buy it!” 

Your eyes trailed down and Yuji quickly reacted by covering his hardened dick with his backpack, not wanting you to see how horny he was for you. “You’re sure?” you asked, still looking uncertain. But he nodded rather aggressively, a smile plastered on his face. “Absolutely!” he replied, already turning around to leave. “Now you go change and I’ll go get my costume to try on.” 

“Okay,” you replied, but he was already racing off before he could hear you. When you entered the dressing room again, your face grew warm and you giggled giddily to yourself, his hardened bulge in your mind.

'He’s so big!’ you thought. 

MEGUMI (SLUTTY DEVIL)

He tried not to look. He really did.

He didn’t want to be like the other horny boys he somehow found himself saddled with at this stupid ass party Nobara dragged him to. 

But goddamn, you look good in red. He was willing to put up with the screaming and drunk antics of these losers surrounding him if it meant he could admire your skin against that bright, cherry red…and your ass in that bodysuit). He couldn’t deny how sexy you looked with those fishnets and horns too. 

The other guys couldn’t deny it either. And Gojo wouldn’t. He also noticed how fine you looked and had been plotting to snag you since he, Megumi, and the gang got here. “God, she’s so fuckin’ fine,” he sighed, eyeing you through his blindfold. 

“Ew,” Yuji gagged in his “Toy Story” costume. He went as Woody while Nobara is Jessie. They tried to get Megumi to be Buzz Lightyear, but he wasn’t having it. He opted for a black hoodie and some jeans.

“Why wouldn’t she just come over here?” Gojo groaned impatiently. 

“Because she’s busy talking to the girls, pervert,” Shoko criticized him, bumping him with her hip in her Pulp Fiction costume. She smoked that damn fake cigarette like it was real. “Let her be. She’s too young for you anyway.” 

Megumi secretly agreed even though you were both in your early twenties. Gojo was in his early thirties around this time, so there wouldn’t be much to criticize or call the cops about, but Megumi still simmered and cringed at the idea of his mentor flirting with you. “Too young,” Gojo parroted, scoffing. “She probably liked older guys!” 

“Well, why don’t you go over there and find out for yourself?” Megumi asked, sipping on his rum and coke. All three looked at him, more because of his tone than his words. He sounded bitter almost though he had meant to sound nonchalant. ‘Fuck,’ he thought. 

A secretive smirk stretched across Gojo’s face. “I have a better idea,” he chuckled. “Why don’t you go over there, ask Y/N, and find out for me, huh, ‘Gumi?” Megumi bristled at the nickname and his mentor’s teasing. 

“Find out what?” a familiar and sexy voice innocently asked. Megumi swore he nearly shat himself when he turned to find you standing behind him. You had been standing and laughing with the Zenin sisters for nearly twenty minutes now. How the fuck did you get here so fast? 

“Oh, there you are, sweetness!” Gojo said. “Listen, Megumi has a very important question to ask you.” “Does he?” you asked innocently, peering at him with those damn, long, pretty lashes. He swore he was going to kill Gojo. “Yes,” Shoko said, stepping in. “And while he does that, we’ll be taking our leave. Come on, boys.” 

While Yuji happily went along, wanting to get more snacks, Gojo had to be dragged away as he protested and whined about missing the show. Shoko smacked him upside the head though which silenced him (for now, anyways). Megumi was then left with you and your stupid ass, sexy ass costume. “Hey, Megumi,” you said, smiling that damn smile at him. “Where’s your costume at?” 

He nearly forgot he was just wearing a hoodie and some jeans to this stupid party. He didn’t care to do it at first, but now seeing the way your eyebrows knitted in concern for his lack of festivity, he felt that he could’ve at least wore a mask or something. “I didn’t wear one,” he grumbled. “Not my style.” 

Luckily, you didn’t seen perturbed for too long. You shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal and gave him that dazzling smile that unnerved him to no end. “Well, it’s cool that you’re here anyway,” you giggled. “So what it is you wanted to ask me about?” You stepped closer to him, giving him a whiff of your perfume that smelled like warm apple pie. 

Megumi suddenly couldn't think, his mind jumbled. “I, uh…no, Gojo, he…” You pouted those pretty, glossed lips up at him, your eyes big and waiting for him to spit it out. Those lips…those pretty, soft, thick lips he wanted to press his mouth to if not feel wrapped around his dick. 

It didn’t take long for him to realize he was hard. And extremely so. It chubbed against his jeans, making him extremely uncomfortable and hot in his clothes. Megumi never got horny like this for girls. He found some attractive, sure, but he never envisioned them on their knees sucking him off or pinned against a wall while he fucked them into a stupor. But when it came to you? That was all off of the table. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered to himself. 

“Megumi?” you questioned. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you okay?” He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. How could he tell you that he was popping a boner for you? Your red-gloved hand moved to his forehead, making his breath hitch in his throat. “God, you’re burning up,” you gasped. “Here, come with me and we’ll get you some water.” 

You took his hand and began to drag him through the party to the staircase, oblivious to Yuji and Gojo’s obnoxious cheers as they probably thought Megumi was getting some ass. All he got was a cool towel against his forehead and you sitting with him on the edge of the bathtub, close enough to touch and feel, as you talked about the new horror movies dropping in the next year. He listened, chiming in here and there, but he really just loved your voice. 

After the party ended and everyone went home, he found himself conjuring up the memory of your sweet voice again as he fucked his hand, picturing it as your gorgeous, tight, wet pussy wrapped around him.

Even when he came, he continued to fist his cock, biting back his moans and whines at the image of you behind his lids. ‘You,’ he thought in his clouded brain after his orgasm. ‘It’s because of fuckin’ you.’

SATORU & SUGURU (CAT GIRL COSTUME)

They wouldn’t leave you alone.

Quite literally. They followed you absolutely everywhere you went as you made your rounds at the school staff costume party. 

You knew you looked good in your cheetah costume for the night, which you paired with some ears, a tail, and a skin-tight dress under your jacket that hugged your frame and ass just right, but damn! Could a girl breathe? Especially away from two men that she wasn’t interested in. 

After making the last of your rounds saying hi to a professor, you stopped at a snack table and got yourself another glass of “special” punch. You were glad that this party was adults only so most of the drinks were alcoholic. You needed it, especially surrounded by these two.

“Can y’all stop following me, please?” you sighed. “It’s not going to make me any more interested in either of you.” 

When you turned around, sure enough, Satoru and Suguru stood behind you in their costumes. Satoru went as Jason, the mask turned up over his face, while Suguru decided on a vampire, scouting the cape and fake fangs while his thick, black hair was tied in a bun. You didn’t want to admit it but they looked cute.

“We just wanna make sure you’re safe,” Gojo said with a grin. “You’d be surprised how many guys love cat girls.” 

He peeled up his blindfold slightly and gave you a wink that you weren't swayed by. “Like you two?” you retorted. “Please, neither one of you are slick. You’ve been starin’ at me all night.” 

“And with good reason!” Satoru replied, that damn gigawatt smile still plastered on his face. Like he was so sure you would fold for him. “You can’t blame us for admiring how adorable you look!”

Suguru nodded in agreement, more stoic than his friend but just as flirtatious. “He has a point, Ms. L/N,” he agreed. “The ears make it a lot harder for us to not pay attention to you.” 

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “Geto, I told you to just call me Y/N,” you sighed. “And I appreciate the compliment, but I’m still not interested. Especially in two guys.”

You ticked one finger between the two of them. They were all the women (and men, if they happened to like dick) talked about among the staff lounges and school hallways––how skilled and powerful they were; how funny and intelligent they were; how hot they were; how good they were in bed.

You wanted no parts in any of that. You refused to let your head get wrapped up in love or lust when you had a job to do for the students here, and that was to be a great counselor to them. 

While Suguru looked saddened at your comment, Satoru only chuckled. “Such a fierce kitty,” he cackled. He threw up his hands in defense. “Alright, fine, point taken. But if you ever decide that you’re tired of this boring ass party and want some new entertainment, we’ll be right over at that punch bowl.”

He gave you another flirty smirk that stirred something in you. “Don’t stray too far, kitty cat.” 

Then he was gone, sauntering up to the snack table. “Ignore him,” Suguru sighed. “He likes to flirt and tease, but he does like you.” 

You cocked your head at him, swirling your drink around in your red solo cup. “Really? I didn’t even notice.”

The long-haired man smirked at your fiery attitude, liking it. And you hated that you liked that he liked it. “What’s with you two anyway?” you demanded. “Flirting with me when half of the school staff would gladly take you up on your offer?” 

You squinted at him, daring him to say something smart or skid around the question. But to your shock, he didn’t. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils and gave you an apologetic look.

“This is gonna sound really fuckboy-ish and generic,” he began, “but believe me when I say that you’re not like the other school staff members. You’re intelligent, kind, and actually give a shit about the kids here. That’s rare.” 

He quirked a smile at you. A real, genuine, sweet smile that made your stomach flip. “Satoru and I like that rareness in you.”

Against your better judgment, you turned towards the snack table and sure enough, Satoru was already staring at you, his blindfold turned up to give you a look at his piercing, blue eyes. They looked genuine and serene, making you feel as if Suguru was telling the truth. 

You turned back to the handsome vampire to respond, but you were stopped by the slamming of a door as another guest entered the place. Suki, the thirsty school nurse, came barreling in with her long, pink hair dressed as (surprise, surprise) a sexy nurse with a latex dress that nearly exposed her entire ass and pumps.

“Suguruuu!” her shrill voice hollered out. “Satoruuuu, I’m here!” Her voice rose above the music, earning eyes. “Where are my two favorite professors?” she asked, looking around the room. 

You’ve never cringed so hard in your life. Even Satoru and Suguru looked perturbed at Suki’s arrival. 

“Well, duty calls,” Suguru chuckled, giving you a warm smile. “We’ll see you around, Ms. L/N.” He paused, looking almost sheepish. “I mean Y/N,” he corrected, and his name sounded like pure sex on his tongue. “Come around and see us if you need us.” 

You didn’t say anything as he walked away. You felt like you couldn’t. You also felt like he meant much more in that statement than he let on. Throughout the night, you could feel the want to find out rising, the temptation building with every second you stood watching them from afar.

You tried to play it low-key, but you could tell they knew you were watching every time your eyes met theirs across the room: whether at the snack tables or on the dance floor with a very drunk Suki. Every smile they threw her (though friendly and possibly fake) sent a shock of jealousy through you. 

And you were surprised by it. You thought you didn’t want these guys to begin with! But you quickly realized that it was all bluff. A cover to protect yourself and your job.

You wanted them to smile at you; to touch you, even lightly; to be within their presence. You wanted to be pressed up against them, one of them in front while the other pushed up against you from behind. You wanted their lips on you, their hands caressing your body.

You wanted them, badly. 

And you didn’t leave the party that night until you made that known. With the temptation reaching its boiling point, you got onto your phone and made a quick group chat for just Satoru and Suguru.

As an employee at the school, an app was used with every employee to make contacting staff for meetings and other important issues easier. Getting your back broken by the two was a very important issue in your eyes. So, with the buzz of the alcohol and doing something extremely naughty, you shot them both a text. 

You excitedly and nervously looked across the room at the two who sat on one of the leather couches set up for the guests while Suki went to bother with a lizard she suddenly had her eyes set on.

Satoru went for his phone first while Suguru nodded his head to the music. You watched as Satoru’s eyes widened in shock and he bumped Suguru for his attention. Suguru looked annoyed at the white-haired hottie ruining his vibe session, but his expression changed when Satoru showed him your text: 

Took you up on your offer. You two wanna dance? -Y/N 

Both looked at the phone with two disbelieving smiles before their eyes flicked across the room to find you.

When they did, it was as if all time stopped and everything in the room disappeared except for you three. All you knew were their seductive, knowing smirks, the thumping of your heart, and the tingling sensation between your legs. There was no going back at that point. You all knew that. 

Though, of course, you were able to withdraw consent at any time (as both Satoru and Suguru told you later), that never happened. Especially when they had you pinned against their bodies an hour later, their cocks in either of your holes.

You had slipped away from the party for a nighttime “walk” which turned into a very passionate and messy kissing, touching, and groping session. 

You then found yourself behind the brick wall of a vacant campus building with Satoru’s thick cock plunging into the gummy, gushy walls of your pussy and your lips wrapped around Suguru’s even thicker cock as he fucked the makeup right off of your face.

“I think this is a little bit more than just dancing,” Satoru grunted, twirling your fake tail as his hips snapped into your ass, making it jiggle. “What do you think, Sugu?” 

Hushed moans and grunts left Suguru’s mouth as he thrusted into your hot, wet mouth, his cock head touching the back of your throat. “Definitely,” he groaned. “But the way her body moves is amazing either way. Look at how well she’s taking your cock, ‘Tarou.” He caressed your back with one hand, sending shivers down your spine. 

Satoru leaned down to whisper in and nibble at your ear as he fucked your poor pussy into submission. “Does it feel good, kitty?” he teasingly asked, his hand gliding down your naked ass. “You like takin’ this dick while throating Suguru’s cock?”

You then felt his thumb slide between your asscheeks and sliding into your asshole. You nearly came right there as your lips and pussy walls clamped around Satoru and Suguru’s cocks, drawing a moan from them both.

“Told you so,” Satoru chuckled, his laughter melting into moans as he continued to fuck you. “See what happens when you stop playin’ and being so goddamn stubborn?” 

NANAMI (SLUTTY TEACHER) 

*Note: Reader is described as having "curves" (ass and titties).

He couldn’t stop staring at you. God, help him, he knew it was improper, but shit, did your ass look good in that skirt! 

“Why don’t you just talk to the girl instead of just eye-fucking her?” Satoru whispered, nearly scaring the shit out of Kento.

He had been eyeing you down for so long that he nearly forgot where he was: at the school staff’s annual costume party. And here he was ogling you like he was at a strip club. He was disgusted with himself, especially being that you were such a great teacher and employee here. 

“Eye-what?” he scoffed, disgusted at Satoru’s suggestion and knowing smirk in his Ghostface costume. “Please don’t talk that way around me. You know how I feel about vulgarity, Satoru.” The white-haired male only scoffed. “Then you should tell her off for the vulgarity of her outfit. I mean, just look at that top!” 

Though Kento hated to have a point, his “friend” (and he used that word lightly) had a point. The costume you decided to wear tonight was less than subtle or friendly with your tight pencil skirt that hugged your round ass, low cut white top that just showed the curve of your luscious, milky breasts, and the nylon stockings on your slender legs that led down to your cherry-red pumps that Kento wanted to kiss, lick, and feel stabbing into his chest...call him a pain slut. Toss in your glasses and the pencil behind your ear and he was ready to wreck you. 

But he wasn’t going to let the pervert standing beside him know that. “This is an adult event and she can wear what she wants,” he firmly told Satoru. “And there is nothing to talk about unless we’re working. I have no need to speak to her.” Satoru quirked an eyebrow over his blindfold. “You sure about that?” he asked. “Not even to ask her how her tonight is going?” 

Kento looked back at you, noticing you talking to someone wearing a Catwoman outfit and mask by the punch bowl. “Look, she’s in the middle of a conversation anyway,” he scoffed. “It would be rude of me to–“ 

“Mei Mei is under there,” Satoru interrupted. Kento nearly crushed the plastic cup of punch he was holding. “You may wanna jump in this unless you want Y/N to become pussy-whipped. You know how Mei is with women.” He then paused, thinking for a moment. “Unless you’re fixing to join, then–“ 

“Shut up,” Kento said, though it came out as a growl. “I am not doing this for you, but for her.” 

Satoru stood back and put his hands up in defense, more than happy to see this unfold (because he was a whore for drama). “Say no more,” he chuckled. “Just make sure you get her number later.” Kento was already walking off towards you and Mei Mei, trying to appear calm when he was really freaking the fuck out on the inside. 

What was he going to say once he got over to you and Mei Mei? He really just wanted to see what you two were talking about and if Mei Mei was putting the charm on you. She always had a way with the women and men here with her long, flowing hair like snow, seductive eyes, and lustful yet addictive voice. She always put a spell on people that usually had them under her foot and in her bed. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t want you to end up as another one of her conquests. 

When he finally neared you, he could just make out your conversation, Mei Mei’s voice rising over the music and chatter. “-was hoping we could go for tea sometime,” she said in her soothing, seductive voice. “You know, tea soothes stress…among other things.”

You sipped on your drink and curiously cocked your head to the side. “Other things?” you giggled. “Like what? A personal spa day?” 

Kento nearly groaned. So innocent you were yet you dressed like a vixen straight out of a horny boy’s wet dream. Mei Mei’s red lips curled into a smirk as her hand inched closer to yours on the edge of the punch table. “I was thinking more of…”

She couldn’t say much more because Kento was already looming behind her. He cleared his throat and fixed his leopard-spotted tie in an effort to appear “normal”. “Ms. L/N,” he greeted you. 

Your pretty brown eyes, enlarged by the glasses, ticked up to meet his. A bright, gleeful smile crossed your glossy lips, making Kento’s cock twitch in his slacks. ‘Goddammit,’ he thought, more disappointed in his body than anything. He should know better than to lust after a coworker like this. "Hey, Mr. Nanami!” you greeted happily. “Is that your costume for tonight? It looks like your regular suit.” 

You cutely knitted your brows at his blue suit, dress shoes, and tie. “It is,” he admitted, nervously fixing his tie. “I’m not much of a Halloween person. I’m just here to support the school.” 

You nodded understandably while Mei Mei tittered to herself, irking Kento’s nerves somewhat. “Well, I’m glad you decided to come out of your office finally,” she chuckled, turning to him. “Y/N was just telling me about the stress of her job. I was just offering her my assistance over some tea.” She turned to you then, her smirk growing. “You do like tea, don’t you, Y/N?” 

Kento assessed your connection and reaction to Mei Mei carefully, knowing the game the white-haired woman was playing. She was trying to make him jealous. Get a rise out of him. See if he could go toe to toe with her. “Only iced tea, unfortunately,” you sheepishly laughed. “I’m more of a coffee person though I should stay clear of that.” You turned to Kento then, curiosity in your pretty eyes. “What do you do to ease your stress, Mr. Nanami?” 

Kento and Mei Mei blinked at you in surprise, not expecting you to ask him. “Well, um…” Kento tried to look absolutely anywhere but at your cleavage or your eyes, visions of his cum dripping down your chest and glasses hitting him with every glance. Thank God for the tinted shades he decided to wear tonight. “I suppose exercise and meditation.” 

You nodded, letting out an “ohhh” of realization that made him want to kiss you silly. You were so fucking cute! “That must be why you’re always so calm,” you giggled. “You’ll have to teach me how to effectively meditate sometime.”

You smiled at him then, but there was a hint of flirtation to it. You were flirting with him, right in front of Mei Mei! Kento swore he nearly blew a hole in his pants with how hard he was for you. He couldn’t believe it! You, so sweet and sexy, were flirting with him, so awkward and out of place? 

He decided right then he was going to give Mei Mei the rise she wanted and smirked down at you, feeling confident now. “I suppose I could make some room in my schedule for that,” he said. “Though meditation takes a long time to master. Months, in short. Are you you’re up for that, Ms. L/N?” He peered over his glasses at you, drilling you with his eyes. 

Though he could tell you were taken aback by the obvious mutual flirting, your smile only grew bigger and more seductive. “I can handle a challenge, Mr. Nanami,” you softly replied. Kento almost bent you over and fucked you in front of everyone at the party at that point. 

“Mei Mei, over here!” All three of you turned to the balcony where a couple of witches were waving at Mei Mei (who Kento nearly forgot was there) to come over. “Mei Mei, I think you’re being summoned on the balcony,” he said, not at all trying to hide his smugness. The long-haired woman cut a very sharp glare his way at pussy blocking her, but strutted off to see her groupies regardless. Then it was just you and him. Finally. 

You looked up at him, so eager and excited as if you were hoping she would leave. He was hoping that you did. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your conversation, but I felt I needed to comment on your costume for tonight. It’s very…” His eyes ran over your body, noticing how nicely you filled out the skirt. “Nice,” he decided on. The other words he had in mind weren’t as appropriate. 

You thanked him regardless. “I had you in mind,” you confessed. “You always look so good comin’ in here. Very put-together and, um…handsome.”

Despite your skin tone, you visibly flushed under the lights as soon the words were out and nervously bit your lip. Kento was taken aback by the compliment as well but felt even more confident and more aroused after you said it.

“I’m sorry, is this making you uncomfortable?” you apologetically said. “Should I chill on the punch?” You nodded down at your cup of vodka-spiked fruit punch (damn Satoru!). 

Kento slowly shook his head, still reeling from your compliment. “No, it’s fine. I’ve just…never been good at the whole flirting thing.” He cleared his throat and once again fixed his tie––a nervous habit.

You shyly smiled up at him, coming an inch closer to him. He nearly held his breath as you did, your perfume hitting his senses. You smelled like the sweetest treat, like a cinnamon bun dribbling in vanilla icing. He wanted to eat you like one.

“Can I tell you something?” you softly asked. Wordlessly, he nodded. “I’m not either.” Your free hand then moved away from the table to brush his fingers with his, sending electric shocks throughout his body. “But maybe, if you’re interested, we can learn together…if you’d like.” You looked up at him, hopeful and open, your cards laid out flat on the table for him. 

He was more than happy to give you everything you wanted then. “Can we start by getting the hell out of here?” he suggested. “I know the track field is empty around this time of night. Would you want to take a walk with me, Ms. L/N?” 

Your brown eyes sparkled happily as you giggled to yourself. “Y/N,” you corrected. “And yes. You’re already off to a good start, Mr. Nanami.” 

His hand found yours, interlacing your fingers. “Kento,” he replied, a smile playing on his lips.  

TOJI & SHIU (VELMA COSTUME) 

They didn’t even let you explain the costume to them. They just had their hands up your red skirt. 

“So you said she’s a cartoon character?” Toji asked, his lips playing with your neck as his large hands squeezed one asscheek. You whimpered pitifully, leaning your head back into his broad chest. “Y-Yes,” you answered. “From Scooby Doo.” 

Toji paused from his ministrations for a moment as he attempted to give you some hicks. “Scooby what?” he asked, momentarily distracted by his confusion.

Shiu, with his hand on your other asscheek, rolled his eyes at his partner. “Scooby Doo, Toji,” he sighed. “Fuck, you never listen. Have you ever even seen the show before?” 

Toji carelessly shrugged as he went back to sucking and kissing your neck until bruises appeared. “I barely watched TV growin’ up,” he murmured against your skin. “Too busy trainin’ and bein’ a little shit to watch much cartoons. Sorry for my shitty childhood. So this is what that chick wears? What’s her name?”

Shiu began to glide a hand up your orange crop top, cupping one of your breasts nearly spilling out of your bra. “Velma,” he answered as his lips found your jawline. He began to pepper it with kisses as he trailed down to your chest, groping your breast as he did. “Though her outfit was less slutty. Our girl just can't help but always let us know how much of a horny little thing she is.”

He took his hand and roughly cupped your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes from behind your fake glasses. "Don’t you, princess?” he asked, grinning at you with those plump lips. Toji hummed appreciatively as he kneeled behind you, lifting up your skirt to reveal your red lace panties under your mini skirt. 

“G-Guys,” you pitifully moaned. “Please…this is for tonight. F-For the club.” Your words melted into moans as Toji took two fingers and began to glide them along the underside of your panties which were quickly becoming damp.

“What, you think we’re gonna miss it?” he scoffed. “Or are you just so desperate to throw this slutty little ass around for everyone to see?” He gripped your ass hard before giving one of the cheeks a hard, stinging slap. 

“We’ll get you to the club, princess,” Shiu said, his tongue jutting out to lick your bottom lip. “And don’t worry: your little outfit will be just fine. In the meantime, we have a mystery you can solve.” He looked down at Toji with a devious smirk that the mercenary returned. 

You watched, confused and extremely aroused, as the two men stood before you, practically towering over you. They then stripped themselves of their tops to reveal their rippling muscles and broad chests before their hands went for their pants where two thick, long, and throbbing hard bulges were. All for you. 

“Think you can figure out what monsters are in here, gorgeous?” Shiu asked, cocking an eyebrow at you. “You’ll have to get on your knees and find out for yourself.” 

“You won’t need no clues for this, princess,” Toji cackled, already pushing you down onto your knees in front of his and Shiu’s hardened cocks. “Just that slutty little throat of yours.” He then tilted your head up to meet his darkened gaze. “And the glasses stay on,” he growled. 

You went to the club that night with them completely sore and absolutely fucked out of your mind with your panties being the only thing to stop the cum from dripping down your thighs.

[pucksalotguys]

Chapter 7

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CW: SMUT, MNI

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The nearly 5 hour plane ride to Las Vegas had been Sidney’s own personal hell, aside from the time with Roman and Aaron watching a movie, he and Jacqueline hadn’t said a word to each other. No matter what he would ask he would get short answers back, when he moved to sit next to her she simply went on her phone. He had no idea what was up with her but he did know he was gonna snap at any moment “It’s almost time for landing” Jacqueline grinned as she put the boys' seat belts on “Remember what I said when we land ?” “I don’t wanna swim” Roman frowned “I don’t like the water” “Aaron wants to love” she pet his cheek “We’ll do something you want to do tonight”

“Like what mommy ?” he asked Jacqueline grinned “Well I heard there’s a candy store here…how about if you try the water for a bit I promise to let you have a lollipop after dinner ?” Sidney chuckled as his sons eyes practically bulged out of his head “Sounds like a good deal to me” “I can be lenient for occasions” she shrugged “It wasn’t a dig” he sighed “I didn’t take it as one” she responded as she put her sunglasses on “Dinner is at 7, be on time please. We’re going to Joel Robuchon” “Jac, that's a 3 Michelin star place ? I thought we could do something more low key tonight, that’s a little over the top don’t you think ?” he asked She sighed “Forgive me for wanting top notch cuisine and not some basic steakhouse we can have back in the city” “I’ll be there” Sidney gave up and nodded “Who will the kids be with ?” “Emmeli’s nanny” she informed him “Don’t worry she’s a nice woman, very kind and very responsible. The boys love being around Daisy so it works out” “Cool” he said simply as he took out his phone

He did his best to hide his smile as he finally saw a text back from Cece. He nonchalantly opened the text and grinned So sorry I’m just now getting back to you, got a little caught up with some stuff. Everything is all set, see you in a bit.

“How sweet of her” Jacqueline said meeting his eyes “She’s just a little ray of sunshine isn’t she ?”

Sidney put his phone away and swirled his coffee cup, he knew he was being baited and he knew he had to play it cool rather than snap “She’s a very kind girl, did you know she’s the one who made sure we got a hotel with handicapped amenities ? That wasn’t management, that was her.”

“So she did her job” Jacqueline nodded “Good for her, glad to know she’s capable of following the most basic instructions. I worried all that curly hair of hers clouded her brain”

He shook his head and finished his coffee as they landed, before she could even get up from her seat he unbuckled the boys himself and got them down from the plane and into the car that was waiting. The drive to their hotel was quiet and this time he enjoyed it, whatever Jacqueline was trying to do wouldn’t work on him. Not this time at least.

When they arrived he checked them in and left to the conference room where he saw Cece waiting and chatting with some other team media personnel. He greeted a few people before he made eye contact with her and smiled, walking in her direction

“Hey…haven’t seen you in a bit” Sidney grinned as he stood in front of her

“Hello Sidney” Cecelia smiled at him “Long time no see”

He nodded with a bashful smile “3 days to be exact, how have you been ? You getting sick ? Your voice sounds a little wheezy”

“Oh…yeah” she nodded quickly “The AC in these rooms is insane, so so cold all the time. My throats just a little scratchy is all, I’ll be okay” she walked with him “Nice to see you looking….sharp”

Sidney chuckled “So what’s on the schedule today ?”

“A photoshoot in 10 minutes followed by 4 interviews, looking like it’ll take about 4 hours” Cece nodded “Don’t worry you’ll be ready for your dinner reservation at 7”

“How do you know about that ?” he asked confused “I’m the one who made the reservation” she looked at him equally as confused “Joel Robuchon at 7 followed by cocktails at Skybar and then the next day is, hold on” she took out her ipad “Morning massages at the Aria followed by lunch at Mon Ami Gabi and ending the night with a chef coming to your room to cook you dinner in your suite” “What the hell ?” Sidney shook his head “I don’t wanna do that, I wanna relax and hang out with the boys” “I don’t know what to tell you Sidney” Cece shrugged “I just did what was asked of me, she was texting me and emailing me nonstop making sure I had everything set which I do so here’s to hoping it all works out well for you two. Now if you don’t mind, I need to go” A moment crossed his mind where he wanted to tell her that Jacqueline was being weird, that he felt something would somehow get turned on her. “Cece wait” he held her arm gently “Um…can we talk after this ?” “That’s not necessary Sidney and plus there’s no time” she shook her head “By the time you’re done with media you need to go get ready” Sidney sighed “What about early tomorrow ?” “No” she shook her head “Listen, you need to leave me alone okay ? Enough of whatever this is” she whispered “I’m not gonna be some stupid naive assistant you get to fuck and have fun with all because your wife has a constant stick up her ass alright ? You’re here with her and your children, have some fucking decorum Sidney” “Is it her ? Did she threaten you ?” he asked “I don’t want that with you, I would never do that to you Cece” “She’s fine Sidney” she said exhausted “Please I don’t want issues, just….just enjoy your time with her and your children” “Listen I’m sorry about all this, I really really am….I just like you” he whispered “Please only contact me by email for anything that has to do with this trip, call if it is an absolute emergency” Cecelia said as she looked at him “I…..I like you too but…but it just…I can’t” she murmured and walked away

Media ended for the day and soon she now had the rest of her day free from the chaos and unneeded drama. She felt horrible for the way things happened with Sidney but wasn’t going to let someone like Jacqueline find her in a compromising position. She knew women like her, women who were powerful and would stop at nothing to make her life miserable simply because she didn’t like her

“Hey” a familiar voice called “I know that hair, you haven’t texted me back so I came here to wait for you so we can go somewhere”

Cecelia felt her cheeks rise as she turned around and smiled “Nate ”

“Media’s over for the day, you didn’t text me back” he walked up to her and held her hand “Are you okay ?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” she grinned “Just tired is all”

“Same here” he chuckled “So what do you say ? Dinner ?”

“Nate I can’t go out with you, I can’t be seen with you” she whispered lowly “Even us being in this elevator can cause problems for me”

“You’re even hotter when you’re all flustered” his hand caressed her cheek

For a moment she felt herself get light headed, his hand was huge. She hadn’t noticed till now just how big they were despite them doing wonders to her body just a night ago. Nate was handsome, handsome in a rugged way and seeing him in bright lighting was somehow even better

“I’m being serious” she said softly as they stepped out of the elevator “I don’t wanna get in trouble”

“Let’s go to Circus Circus, it’s some shitty hotel for kids that’s got games and rides where no one will see us” he grinned “Come on, I’ve never ever been and I wanna see what kind of a shit show it is, I’ll even win you a stuffed animal”

She thought about it for a bit and sighed “Fuck it let’s do it”

Nate put his arm around her “We’ll go wherever you wanna go but first answer one thing for me ?” “What is it ?” she looked up at him “Why didn’t you answer my texts ?” he asked softly Cecelia couldn’t help but smile at his slight concern “Well I was busy, I knew you were busy too and I knew at some point I’d see you again. I wasn’t ignoring you, I wouldn’t do that” she reached up and kissed his cheek “So you still wanna talk to me and go out with me then ?” Nate looked at her “I’m going with you right now” she chuckled “No I mean like….when I go back to Colorado” he said softly “Like you’ll still wanna talk and see each other when we can right ?” She rubbed her lips together as she moved out of his hold to stand in front of him “Do you mean like….you wanna date ?” “Yeah I do” Nate admitted “I like you Cece, I like you a lot and it’s not just because we had mind blowing sex” he chuckled “That was a perk but it’s beyond that. You’re so pretty and funny and you’re smart and you have a good head on your shoulders. You’re perfect, you’re literally the most perfect girl I’ve ever met and we’ll take it slow, I promise we will. ” Cecelia gave a soft smile, he was sincere and she loved that but she couldn’t lie to him “I like you too but-” “But….” he looked at her as his smile fell slightly “But what ?” “Is there a need to rush things ? Can’t we just take things day by day….I mean I don’t even know when I’ll see you again after this trip Nate” she explained “You’re schedule is about to get so insane and so is mine, I just don’t wanna give you some false promises is all. I would want the same from you” “I see” Nate said quietly “Well thanks for being honest with me, I appreciate it lots. At least I said it, you know ? Didn’t hurt to try”

“I take it you don’t wanna hangout now ?” she whispered “Not really” he admitted “It’s not anything against you it’s just….you understand don’t you ?” Cecelia nodded “Yeah of course” “Call me if anything” Nate reached over and kissed her forehead “Want me to walk you back to your room ?” She shook her head “I can walk back on my own, thanks for offering though” “I’ll see you around Cece” he gave her a grin “Plus you have my number, you know where to find me” She gave him a small smile and walked back, she felt horrible for the way things had gone and in a way felt like she had led him on but after seeing Sidney again she knew her mind and heart needed to be clear before she made any decision like that. With a defeated attitude she opened her hotel door and put the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle as she locked it “Cecelia I-”

A high pitched scream left her mouth as she put a hand to her chest “Oh my god how the hell did you get in here ?”

“I’m so sorry” Sidney whispered as he stood up “I lied and got a worker to give me a key to your room”

“Are you out of your mind ?!” she snapped “That’s insanity, that’s you being insane ! You can’t do that, it’s so fucking weird and creepy”

Sidney rubbed his face “How else was I supposed to speak to you ? You’re ignoring me and it’s not like you at all”

Cecelia shook her head “Where’s your wife ? Where are your children”

“She’s with the other wives that are here and as for the boys they’re with a nanny and as you can see it’s still early so I have plenty of time to talk, anything else you wanna ask about ?”

“Yeah” she nods “How dare you do this and come to my room to talk while your wife and children are with you ? That’s low. Lower than low actually. I’ve done nothing with you, you’re the one who’s kissed me twice. You’re the one who makes it more than what it is. Not me” Sidney put his hands up “And I accept that, things are hard. I never meant to have feelings for you yet here I am. I just wanna talk, I just want us to talk and to-” he stopped when he bent down and picked up a blazer “What’s this ?” “A blazer of some sort” she walked over and snatched it back “Don’t touch my things please, that’s rude. You should have manners” “I know what it is Cece, who’s is it ?” he asked as he crossed his arms This was the moment she dreaded, it was one she thought she’d have more time to explain. Rather than beat around the bush she opted to be honest, he had no right to be mad or hold anything against her anyway. Just as she was about to tell him she heard her door knock and whipped her head over 

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“I put a sign up wanting to be left alone” Sidney’s eyes practically bulged out of his head as he shook his head “Wh-what if it’s her ?” “Hide” Cecelia whispered “Check first” he nodded “If it’s her then….then I face her” “Hide in the bathroom and stay there” she instructed as she walked over to the door and peeked in the peephole, opening it slowly “Oh…hey…um what are you doing here ?” “Listen Cece, I like you a lot and I know you said you don’t wanna give me false promises but I don’t wanna go back to Colorado with us ending awkwardly. I wanna hang out, I wanna spend time with you” Nate grinned “Okay” she agreed, mostly to get him out of the way “Okay….but first here” she handed him back his blazer “You forgot this last night and I hope you’re ready to win me lots of stuffed animals at circus circus. I’ll meet you in the lobby at 8” “Sweet” Nate smiled as he left

Cecelia shut the door quickly and turned around, she knew Sidney had heard it all and in a way she was glad. She had the freedom to be with whoever she wanted, it just so happened to a friend of his

“Wow” Sidney cleared his throat “So you and Nate ?” Cecelia shook her head “It happened out of nowhere. I don’t owe you explanations” “He’s my close friend, I’ve known him since he was 17 years old. He’s an uncle figure to my boys” Sidney looked at her “Why him ?” “Because I like him…and because I wanna still see him” she admitted “He’s so nice and he’s funny and I just liked being around him”

“One night is all you guys had and suddenly you wanna keep seeing him ? You like him ? Who the hell moves that fast ?” What about me ?” he stepped forward, inches away from her face as he pulled her in “You can’t do that to me, that’ll hurt me” “You ?!” she widened her eyes “Listen to yourself ! Listen to the words coming out of your mouth Sidney. You and I are nothing, you can’t be saying things like that. You need to go” Before she could walk out of his hold his lips pressed onto hers unexpectedly just like always, only this time she kissed him back. She kept her arms around his neck as he moved his hands into her hair “Oh shit…it’s stuck” he whispered as he tried to remove his hand

“Ow” Cece winced, trying to move her head “What is it ? Your watch ?”

Sidney looked down “My wedding band”, he whispered

She felt her stomach churn and held onto his arm “Get your hand out of my head carefully please, I have scissors in my makeup bag”

“But you’ll cut your hair, I don’t want that. I love your hair” he said quickly as he did as told and followed her into the bathroom  “Here let me try to untangle it, I don’t want you cutting your hair”

“Don’t” she put her hand up and took out her brow scissors, she felt around the back of her head until she felt the band and gently cut around it and held it in the palm of her hand.

It was a beautiful simple gold band with the initials J.A.R inscribed on the inside; his wife and their children's initials. She cleaned around it with a tissue gently and handed it back Sidney took it and put it back on his ring finger as silence took over the room, the bathroom light reflecting off his band perfectly   “Cece…you should know that I’m falling in love with you” he looked in her eyes “I can’t keep lying to myself”

“You can’t Sidney” she whispered “That can’t happen, it can’t. I won’t be the reason a family is broken, I won’t be the reason your children don’t have a mom and dad together”

“It was already crumbled before I met you” he admitted “Meeting you just proved that it needs to be over, that doesn’t mean I give up on my boys. They’re my world, I love them and nothing and no one will ever stop me from being with them.”

“I don’t want to be a stepmom” Cecelia said back “And I don’t like kids that much” she lied “And no way would I ever deal with your wife on top of that, have you thought about me in this ? What I want and what I see for myself ?”

“I know I’d make you the happiest woman alive” he said softly “I know I’d be with you forever”

“Stay here with me then” she met his eyes

It was a test, one she wasn’t even sure how she wanted to end. She could feel her heartbeat out of her chest as she met his eyes and reached over to caress his cheek. He was truly gorgeous, there was something about Sidney that was more than handsome. His eyes were these huge brown doe eyes that just sparkled whenever he was happy, more so when they were together in any instance. His lips were perfect, his smile was everything. There wasn’t one thing that was ugly about him, to her he was flawless

Taking it up a notch she brought his face down to hers to kiss him, pressing against him in the process. Instinctively she let out a moan when his hand reached down to cup her ass and swiftly turned them around so she was against the wall, every part of her ached as he kissed down her neck and unbuttoned his shirt with his free hand, removing his suit jacket along with it. Things were heating up and this time she wouldn’t stop them

Her breathing picked up when he pulled apart from her and got on his knees, rapidly bringing down her skirt and panties 

“Put your legs over my shoulders” he murmured She listened instantly and held onto his head as he began tasting her, his tongue was quick, almost desperate. It was a totally different feeling than what she had felt with Nate, Sidney was making sure she felt how frenzied he was for her. Her fingers delicately played with his grayish heavily gelled curls, tugging when he sucked her clit “I love how good you taste” he lapped up her juices “I don’t ever wanna stop” “Keep going…please keep going” she whined “Oh fuck, I love that” “I love tasting you” Sidney mumbled as he kept his mouth on her, his hands caressing her thighs as he leaned his head against one “I love how fucking hot you are, I love how you’re perfect…you’re perfect…I need you” he kissed her clit and inserted two of his fingers “Oh god” Cecelia moaned biting down on her lip “You’re g-gonna m-make me cum” “Please cum, please cum” he begged “I need you to, I need you to cum for me” he inserted a third finger and pumped them in and out “That’s a good girl, you’re taking my fingers like such a good girl” he whispered “Cum for me…let go baby” Cece couldn’t handle the feeling as she came with a loud moan, she felt him carefully hold her in his arms as she breathed heavily and at this point she needed him. She gave him a nod as he laid her down on the bed and took out a condom from his back pocket, she wondered if he had it there knowing they’d finally sleep together or if it was for Jacqueline.

She took off her top and bra as she watched him take off his wedding band and put it in pants pocket, immediately throwing them on the floor and sliding the condom onto his cock from the opposite end of the bed “I can…suck you off if you want” she whispered “I just wanna be inside of you alr-” he stopped as he looked at her, she was naked and every part of her was everything he dreamed of and more

“Fuck me…” he murmured and scooted over to her, positioning himself between her legs as he easily slid inside of her She arched her back up at the feeling and shut her eyes in over stimulation as he relentlessly started thrusting into her quickly, while his mouth sucked on her breasts “Y-You can’t do both…i-it’s a-alot” she panted “I’m sorry baby” he whispered, lifting his head concerned he had hurt her “I’ll go slow, I’m so sorry” he peppered her face with soft kisses “I’m sorry….I would never hurt you princess” “Thank you” she opened her eyes again, wrapping her arms around his neck while her nails gently scratched his nape “Be gentle, it’s okay” she kissed him softly “I need you….”

“I’ll go slow” Sidney whispered, his finger tracing down her cheek as he began thrusting again “That okay ?” “I like that” Cece nodded with a slight moan “You’re so good, you were made for me baby” he kissed her deeply “I love these lips, they’re mine, you’re all mine Cece” Cece stayed looking in his eyes as he continued to fuck her, she couldnt look away and neither could he. Every couple seconds he’d kiss her or press her forehead against his telling her how perfect and gorgeous she was, it was tender despite his desire for her. In return she kissed his face and rubbed his back “I love everything about you” she kissed his cheeks and nose delicately as he snuggled into her neck, his hand behind her hair “You’re so sexy, you’re so good to me right now….go harder….I want it a little rough” “I don’t wanna hurt you” Sidney murmured, his face crimson and full of sweat “I don’t wanna hurt you princess, I like this. I like looking at your pretty face as I make love to you, I don’t wanna stop looking at you”

“You won’t hurt me” she mumbled in response, holding his face in her hands and squishing his cheeks together slightly as she kissed his lips “Don’t you want me…show me, show me how bad you’ve wanted me”

“Get on your knees and face that mirror” he instructed as he pulled out “I want you to watch yourself”

Cecelia rapidly got in position and rolled her eyes back when he slammed inside of her “Yes, yes ! Oh fuck you’re fucking me so good” she cried out “This is what I want baby”

“You feel so good” he groaned as he held onto her hips “You tell me if it hurts okay love ?”

She nodded and looked in the mirror and almost came right then and there, the sight of him holding onto her hips and hammering into her was turning her on. He was a gentle man in bed but in this moment he was being a little more in control “Harder baby” she whimpered, holding onto the bed sheets and leaning her head back to look at him “I can take it harder” “It’s okay princess, I got you” he panted as he rubbed her backside and slowly pulled out, teasing her entrance with his tip carefully as he leaned over her body to kiss her temple “Shh, I got you love, don’t over strain yourself. I’m gonna take care of you” “I want you to make me yours” she whispered “I wanna be yours…I wanna be all yours, I want your cock inside of me every day like this” “I’ll give you whatever you want love, I’ll make love to you every day every hour of the day if you want me to” he traced his fingers down her back “You’re all mine Cece, you’re all mine” She let out a groan as his hands began to gently massage her ass, she laid her head down and breathed in slowly “That feels so nice baby…so so nice” “How are you real” he whispered kissing her backside “Your body is the best I’ve ever seen, I think God made you himself Cece” 

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The compliment sent shivers down her spine, her mind couldn’t gather one coherent thought as he turned her around and kissed her again, this time making sure to slip in some tongue. It was passionate and soon all they could both hear were each other's moans and the sound of saliva being moved around between their mouths. She moved against his thigh when he positioned it between her legs and moaned at the friction

“You’re so wet already” Sidney whispered “You’re such a needy girl Cece, you like riding my thigh baby ?”

“Yes” she responded with heavily lidded eyes “Feels so good” she moved a bit faster, getting on top of him as she continued her movement, her hands on his chest “Fuck”

“Keep doing that” Sidney instructed as he watched her and reached his hands to caress her breasts, carefully tugging on her nipples as he sucked on them “Every part of you tastes so good”

Cece panted as she continued her movement and felt her face heat up as her hands kept his face on her breasts “I’m almost there…I know it…oh god” she whimpered moving faster “I’m gonna cum….I’m gonna….k-keep doing that” she gasped when she felt his thumb on her clit and slowly enjoyed the feeling “Oh….Oh Sidney, baby” “I know” he cooed as he looked at her “You need to squirt pretty girl, don’t hold back princess. I want you to let go, I want to see how pretty you look when you squirt”

Sidney took it upon himself to continue rubbing her clit slowly until he knew it was coming, just as he noticed her quiet whines and the way her mouth shaped into an O shape out came the gush he had been waiting for. He had never actually seen it happen before, only heard of it and the fact that it had happened with the girl of his dreams was all he needed

He watched as he tried to gain control of her breathing and pulled her close to him, caressing her cheek as he started another make out session for a bit. He just couldn’t keep his lips or hands off of her. When they pulled apart, the first thing Cece noticed were his dazed eyes and slightly swollen lips, she leaned over and softly pressed a kiss to his forehead

“Can I be inside of you again now” he murmured against her mouth “Please baby, I’ll fuck you so good” his hand reached down to her pussy, looking into her eyes as she nodded “I love the way you moan when I’m inside of you” he guided his cock back inside of her and got on top “I’m gonna make you feel so good all over again, is that okay ?”

“Make me cum, I wanna cum again” she wheezed out desperate for that feeling again “I need you to make me cum baby. Fuck my pussy”

This time things were faster and a little more desperate. She moaned loudly as he pounded into her, the headboard slamming against the wall ferociously. She was sure she’d get a noise complaint somehow. Her breasts bounced roughly as she kept eye contact and kept her arms around him. Her hold on him was the only thing keeping her somewhat stable, she knew if she let go he’d fuck her right off the mattress

“You like this ?” he breathed heavily “Look at you, look at your pussy and how well you take me. Look at your tits, how perfect they are just bouncing away”

“I love your cock” Cece gasped when he lifted her leg up 

“Is that okay ?” he asked, salty droplets from his face and neck hitting her cheeks

“I’m flexible” she nodded, her hair frizzing from the moisture

At the mention he lifted both her legs between his arms in eagle position and pounded into her, getting a better sensation as he slammed in and out of her, “Oh fuck !” Cece shrieked loudly “Yes ! Yes ! Fuck me baby, fuck me !”,she shook uncontrollably as he pounded mercilessly into her and soon felt him tense up “I-I’m g-gonna c-cum” Sidney stuttered out “I’m gonna cum, cum with me love” he thrusted as hard as he could “Cum with me baby, please cum with me”

She squirmed and fought it as long as she could, finishing with him as she let out a high pitched whimper and sat up, letting him know she was ready when finished with a deep groan. He quickly removed his condom as she took him in her mouth and bobbed her head “Please keep going” he moaned After a few minutes he released his hold and she swallowed, catching her breath as her arms wrapped around him and he laid on top of her, shaking as his breathing came in slowly “I got you” Cece repeated his words from earlier in his ear, her nails carefully tracing up and down his back “It’s okay baby” she kissed the top of his head “I know you do love” Sidney whispered softly, regaining his consciousness as he nuzzled his face in between her breasts

She didn't even realize they had fallen asleep till looked at the clock by her night stand and saw the time and quickly shook him awake “It’s five, we fell asleep. You need to go !” “I’ll text her something came up” he muttered holding onto he “Cuddle with me, you’re warm” “Sidney no” she whispered 

“What did I do ?” he asked softly 

Cece caressed his cheek “Sidney…..you cheated on your wife, we had an affair” she said softly “We did the one thing we should never have done…this is horrible”

“She doesn’t love me, she doesn’t even like me” he said “I don’t love her, I love our 2 sons and that’s all. That marriage has been over for years Cecelia, years. Meeting you and getting to know you changed me, you’re who I want”

She shook her head “Don’t say things like that”

“Baby” he lifted her chin “I’m in love with you, I want you and only you” he leaned in and kissed her softly 

“And…..and what are you gonna do about Jacqueline ?” she asked, suddenly realizing the severity of the situation “And the boys ?” 

“I’m gonna leave her, as soon as we get back to Pittsburgh I’m gonna file for divorce and move out of the house. I’m gonna get another lawyer to help with custody so I can see the boys as much as possible…..you didn’t mean what you said right….you like kids” he whispered the last part

“Yeah” Cece nodded “I do love kids, I said that to push you away….it didn’t work clearly”

“I understand why you did it” Sidney looked at her holding her hand “Cece…please let me handle this, I have people who can make sure this goes as easy and quiet as possible and more than anything to make sure you’re protected. You just need to continue doing what you’re doing”

“You’re asking me to act like everything is okay and you want me to continue seeing you in secret….you want an affair” she looked at him

“I don’t like that word” he kissed her hand “I think of you as my end game”

“It’s what it is Sidney” Cece nodded “We can call it what it is, we’re adults”

She scooted up and brought the bed sheet up to her chest to cover herself, she looked at him then at herself. They both looked like absolute hot messes. Cecelia’s hands shook as she reached for her phone,for a moment  she felt trapped, both physically in the room and emotionally by her realization. The gravity of what had happened began to sink in, each detail adding to her mounting anxiety

“What’s wrong baby ?” he pet her cheek

“Nothing” she shook her head “Just…we should shower, you need to get going”

“Shower with me…” Sidney kissed her

Cece blushed “Seriously go shower, you smell like….sex”

“Only one way to fix this then….we both get in that shower and I wash you off…and then have you as an appetizer” he murmured in her ear “What do you say ?” No words needed to be said as they both got up almost immediately and jumped in the shower. It wasn’t long before she was pressed against the shower door with him pumping in and out of her from the back. She had quickly learned he had quite the sexual appetite, and she was more than ready to oblige. There was something about the way he fucked that just made her even more obsessed with him. He was desperate and needy with his touch and his kisses, he talked her through it and put her first She could feel that familiar feeling of him tensing up and grinded against him as the warm water fell over them “You’re gonna ruin me” Sidney whispered as he continued his thrusts “Shit…I can’t,get on your knees for me” “How do you want me ?” she murmured , doing as told “You wanna cum in my mouth again baby ?” He nodded rapidly as she took him whole and moaned, he put his hands in her hair and pushed down gently, the sounds of her gagging on his cock making him smirk. He released his hold as soon as he finished and didn’t waste time helping her stand up as his fingers entered her. He watched as she started to breathe heavily and held onto his shoulders. Her eyes always started to close whenever she felt pleasure, he was in heaven until he heard his phone ring “Answer” Cece nodded as she caught her breath “What if it’s an emergency ?” Sidney sighed and stepped out of the shower as he answered the phone “Hey what’s up Jac ?” “Sidney I haven’t seen you all day, it’s close to dinner already and you’re not even changed” Jacqueline sighed “Dinner’s at 7 remember ?” “I’m wearing the same thing I wore to media” he said “I’ll be there in a bit, I caught up with some buddies of mine” he lied “I expect you in this room in 20 minutes, I made sure you packed that Armani suit for a reason, it matches my black dress so hurry up” she hung up “Sidney listen to her” Cece nodded as she wrapped a towel around herself “Don’t make her wait”

He quickly dried himself off and changed back into his clothes as he kissed her “I’ll text you, I’ll make sure I see you again before we leave. Remember what I said okay ? You and me Cece, we’re gonna be okay. Just act like normal” “I know” she gave a small smile “I’ll see you” he kissed her head and walked off

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Cecelia got ready and let a note for housekeeping to clean her room on the door as she went down to the lobby and spotted Nate “Hey” she smiled “There you are” he grinned, greeting her with a hug “Whoa you look ho-...I mean really nice” She laughed, suddenly feeling shy “I should go change”

“You look….you look like a million bucks” Nate admitted “Now come on, let’s get going” Cece walked with him to an uber and fixed her skirt “I haven’t been to Circus Circus since I was like 8 and it was pretty cool back then, you better ride all the rides with me” “I’ve never ever been but I heard it’s low key a shit show” he chuckled as he got in with her “Lot’s of the guys are heading to these fancy ass dinners and here you and I are….on our way to an arcade” Cece chuckled “It beats a snobby dinner any day”

The neon lights of the Strip were mesmerizing, but it was the blend of nostalgia and excitement at Circus Circus that truly captivated them once they arrived. They headed straight for the hotel's famous arcade as soon as they got out of their uber. 

The sounds of pinball machines and the flashing lights of video games enveloped them as they walked through the entrance. Cece’s eyes lit up as she spotted her favorite game, “Air Hockey.” 

Nate grinned, knowing he was about to face a worthy opponent “I know real hockey, I got a feeling you’re gonna kick my ass here” “You’re right, I am” she grinned They played game after game, laughing and teasing each other. After a particularly intense match, she emerged victorious and playfully gave him a thumbs down

“Beginner’s luck,” Nate joked with a frown “I didn’t stretch, my arm’s all over the place” “Okay loser” Cece chuckled 

As the arcade started to wind down, Cece and Nate decided it was time to tackle the rides. They headed to the Adventure Dome, the indoor amusement park at Circus Circus. The glow of neon lights and the hum of roller coasters created an electric atmosphere.

Their first ride was the “Chaos Coaster,” a roller coaster that spun them in circles while looping and diving. Nate tried his best to maintain his composure as she just laughed at him, never did she expect someone as tough as him to be so nervous. As they exited, her hair was a mess and Nate’s face was flushed red “That was insane” she smiled “You alright ?”

“I’m never doing that shit again” he shook his head quickly

As the night deepened, the Adventure Dome had less and less kids and became more of their own little playground. Cece and Nate wandered through the park, indulging in some junk food as they walked around

“That’s the cutest bear I’ve seen” she pointed a pink teddy bear by the arcade

“I’ll win you it” he chuckled as he paid for 3 basketball shots “Alright here we go” he took a shot and missed, blushing as he looked back at her “Alright second time” he repeated, missing again

“You suck” Cece laughed “I can even make it”

“I was messing around,” Nate said back, shooting the ball for the 3rd time and making it “There we go !” he put his hands up in fake cheer as he took the bear from the worker and handed it over “For you, I keep my word”

She smiled and kissed his cheek softly “Thank you”

“Yeah…yeah for sure” he nodded “Wanna head back and eat some burgers ?  Heard the hotel has a really good place”

“You read my mind” Cece nodded as they walked outside and opted for a cab this time

They arrived back at the Wynn just before midnight and got out, just as Jacqueline and Sidney were getting back at the same time. Cece’s immediately stiffened when she made eye contact with Jacqueline and instinctively held Nate’s hand in hers

“I can’t stand her” Nate mumbled under his breath as they walked “Sid looks wasted, that’s not like him, she looks pissed which is her usual face” “He does look….inebriated” Cece nodded “Um…listen why don’t you go help them out and we can have lunch tomorrow by the pool after media ?” “Yeah okay” he grinned “Sounds good to me, I’ll see you then” 

After a quick goodbye hug she was on her way inside when she heard her name being called, she realized it was none other than Jacqueline and walked over nervously “Yes…Mrs.Crosby”

“I need you to get us another room” Jacqueline ordered “I want the presidential suite, I want warm towels and 4 bottles of sparkling water and ibuprofen there. As you can see, we had a lot of fun tonight” she smiled sweetly

Cece nodded quickly “I-I got it”

“And one more thing” Jacqueline stopped her with a firm hold on her shoulder

“Yes ?” Cece asked

“Cover yourself up Cecelia, you look like you belong at a club and I don’t mean a dance club” she said coldly “Have some respect please”

It was the mention of her name that slowly hot Sidney out his drunken state as he did his best to conceal his erection with his suit jacket upon seeing how good Cecelia looked, what killed it instantly was seeing Nate next to her, his brain was mush but he could see Jacqueline and him having words while Cecelia walked away hastily

“I….I need a bucket” he hoarsed out

“Shit hold it” Nate walked over and put his arm around him as he helped him up “Come on dude, I got you”

“He had one too many shots of whiskey at skybar” Jacqueline rolled her eyes “Not to mention the 2 beers and shot of tequila he had at the hotel room, he was on one” she looked at her phone “And I just got the room confirmation, let’s go” “What got him so drunk ?” Nate asked as security took them to a separate elevator “Beats me” she shrugged as they got off on their floor and into their suite as Nate helped sidney onto the bed “He was happy as can be at dinner, had a smile nice and wide like a cheshire cat while talking with everyone and at the bar, everything was fine, but here we are thanks for helping. See you” She immediately went and changed into her silk nightgown and laid down next to him, undressing him as she kissed him “It’s just us now” “No” Sidney muttered when she felt unbutton his shirt and remove it “Stop Jac,” “Shh” Jacqueline whispered as she straddled him “It’s okay, it’s me baby. I’m just kissing you…I love you so much” “Jac” he repeated louder when she removed his belt “Get off me” he placed his hands on her shoulders “Please” “Sidney…I’m wearing a silk nightie…I look sexy…I want to be intimate with you” she said quietly “You were so happy at dinner, you were laughing and smiling, you were fun at the bar with everyone. I made you happy, you were happy because of me now please….let’s have sex” Sidney shook his head, partly in embarrassment on her behalf, she was making a fool out of herself. She thought he was happy because of her, she thought his mood was because of her. He slowly sat up and rubbed his forehead “I need water” he whispered “And I need rest, I wanna spend the day with the boys tomorrow” Jacqueline handed him a bottle of water and sat back “I’ll cancel massages and lunch” she said back to her cold demeanor He shook his head, knowing somehow he needed to get to Cece somehow the next day to see what was going on with her and Nate.

[willymontana]

[REVIEW FOR DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE, SPOILER ALERT FOR THE CAMEOS BUT NOT THE PLOT]

Okay, I wanna start this out by saying that I am NEITHER a professional movie critic NOR a huge movie geek NOR a comic book geek. I'm just someone with some thoughts about a movie I enjoyed recently and wish to share. My opinion doesn't reflect the general consensus and y'all can agree or disagree all you want, just be nice about it, please🥲

I've anticipated this movie for a long time as a casual Deadpool fan. When Disney acquired the rights to the character, I, like many, was worried that Mr. Bob was gonna try to family-friendly-ify Deadpool. There was also the fact that the quality of many Marvel projects since Endgame has gone downhill, which made me stop keeping up with them for a while. But Ryan Reynolds is passionate about Deadpool, he said it himself (I believe), and I quite enjoyed the first 2 movies despite not having seen them in a while. So I, with a couple of friends, walked into the cinema last Monday with a pretty high expectation. And oh boy did I come out feeling so goddamn high.

First of all, the CHARACTERS. The man of the hour, Deadpool, still has all of his charms. The jokes, narration, fourth-wall breaking, violence, dirty-ass innuendos, etc. are all very much still present. His growth from the previous movies carried on in this showing. Of course, he's still your good ol' merc with a mouth but now rather than acting out for selfish reasons, he always puts his found family and friends first, even if it means stop being Deadpool or losing them and never seeing them again (this growth might have been present already in Deadpool 2 but hey, like I've said, it's been a while). Another thing I'm utmost joyful about his characteristic this time around is that Deadpool is finally fruitier🤭. For those who don't know, Deadpool is canonically pansexual (don't believe me, look up the Deadpool/spiderman 2016 comic run, the girlies in dying of a new otp; you'll thank me later). And seeing such a big part of his character unapologetically being represented on a big screen is truly fulfilling. Ryan really pulled off one heck of a performance here and it really shows his passion and dedication for the character.

Next up is Wolverine. I've got to be honest with y'all: I wasn't a big Wolverine or X-men fan, not for any particular reason besides many fans and critics alike weren't too fond of the live-action movies. So I've passed out on the X-men franchise, even the highly-regarded Logan from 2017. This movie is actually my first introduction to Hugh Jackman as Wolverine and I must say, he REALLY did the damn thing. The gestures, his accent, the aggressiveness, they told me exactly who this character is. And I really was just blown away by Hugh's performance. I've only seen him through The Greatest Showman and some interviews, he seems like a pretty nice guy. So, to see him pull off the whole aggressive act and do it so well and flawlessly, I was speechless. I also love the redemption arc the writers gave to 'The Worst Wolverine'; it might not have been as epic as Logan from what I've heard, but it was solid.

The plot, what is there to say about it except EVERYTHING. Ryan Reynolds really gets the audience and also pop culture in general. I understand and hollered at most of the jokes and references. The soundtrack is absolutely FIRE. We have the mesmerizing BYE BYE BYE by NSYNC dance sequence at the beginning, the suit-up scene with GLAMOROUS by Fergie in the background, a road-trip montage with I'M WITH YOU by Avril Lavigne playing on the radio. Heck, there's also a lovey-dovey-stabby-bloody scene featuring YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT from Grease for all the goldies out there. As a US-UK pop music enthusiast, I was like a kid in a candy store. And also, how can I forget about the EPIC battle near the end that used LIKE A PRAYER by Madonna?😩 All I have to say is 'fantastic, glorious, EXTRAORDINARY'. Ryan went through one hell of a journey just to get the license to the song and he sure did make the most out of it. I'm not kidding when I say that that montage is probably one of the best I've ever seen (I might be a little biased 'cause I love that song but the scene, overall, is truly incredible). And while we're on the topic of action and montages here, everything was beautifully filmed. The fighting sequences were such a treat to watch, nothing ever felt too busy to the point of not being able to focus on anything. Also, Ryan and the Mouse did not spare any expenses when it came to cameos. My gosh, like I've mentioned above, I was in the dark when it came to everything mutants-related, but even I was able to recognize a few familiar faces that fans online would go crazy over. And in addition, when Blake Lively came out as Ladypool, I literally lost my shit. She looked so good, her body was SNATCHED, like HELLO MOTHER???💅 But all these amazing cameos and jokes brought out what I considered the downside to the movie. I felt that the plot was outshined by them. To be clear, the plot was not bad but it wasn't that spectacular either. And when the credit started rolling, it was the thing I remembered the least.

Overall, I really enjoyed this movie. I had a great time at the cinema and laughed out loud with friends. Sure, there might be a few flaws, but the product, in general, is truly outstanding and worth checking out. I, your casual movie enjoyer, rate this movie 9/10❤️

[dotlookstired]

Chapter 7 of my little witchers fanfic

After finishing this chapter, I am having a hard time with ideas. I have a vague concept where the littlest ones start playing, and at first, the older ones think it’s silly and cringe-worthy. But over time, they get dragged into the fun and decide to enjoy being kids while it lasts.

That idea feels a bit thin, though, and I’m not sure it’s enough to build on for another chapter. If you have any suggestions or ideas, I’d love to hear them in the comments!

Chapter Text

As soon as they arrived at the stables of Kaer Morhen, Dandelion came sprinting out. “I’m so glad you’re back! Yennefer returned while you all…were…gone—" He froze mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto the tiny witchers. “What in the bloody hell happened!?”

“The fox creature in the village. Here, take Eskel so I can dismount,” Vesemir said, gesturing to the boy sleeping on his lap.

“This is Eskel?” Dandelion exclaimed, staring at the miniature witcher in amazement as Vesemir handed him over.

“Yes. Every witcher except me is now a teen, preteen, or toddler,” Vesemir said, glancing over the group. He dismounted his horse and went to help Coën off his.

Dandelion scanned the group until his gaze landed on a young white-haired boy with bright yellow eyes. “Geralt! Is that you?” he squealed, skipping over like a kid in a candy store, unconscious Eskel still dangling in his arms like a sack of potatoes.

“Careful, Dandelion! Don’t drop Eskel!” Geralt squeaked as he awkwardly slid off Roach, his small stature making the process more of a controlled fall.

“Oh, you’re all so tiny and cute!” Dandelion squealed again.

Ciri, now freed of the littlest witchers by Vesemir, quickly took Eskel from Dandelion before the bard’s enthusiasm could cause any accidents. “It’s toss a coin to your witcher, not toss the witcher” she said as she slung him over her shoulder and headed inside.

With his arms finally free, Dandelion pounced on Geralt, scooping him up in a bone-crushing hug. “Oh, Geralt! You’re like a little doll!”

“Dandelion, please, I need to breathe,” Geralt rasped, struggling to pry himself out of the bard’s affectionate grip.

“Geralt, why are you a child?” yelled Yennefer as she marched over and rescued him from Dandelion.

As Geralt began explaining exactly what had happened, Vesemir, now wearing slings that carried Aiden and Lambert, herded the rest of the group inside. “Ciri, lay Eskel in the infirmary. Coën, you follow and lie down as well. I’ll be there shortly after I get these two situated,” he instructed, glancing down at the two sleeping witchers nestled snugly in their slings.

Ciri hauled Eskel onto one of the old infirmary beds, then flopped into a chair to catch her breath. Eskel might only have been thirteen now, but just as in his adult form, he was still a lot bigger and heavier than the average person. After a moment, she started removing his oversized boots, grimacing at the state of his filthy, ill-fitting clothes and armor.

She recalled that some of her old clothes were still stored away somewhere. Quickly retrieving them, she found a few outfits that might fit Geralt and Coën as well. Returning to the infirmary, she handed an outfit to Coën, who thanked her gratefully. She then set aside a set of clothes for Eskel, assuming he’d probably prefer if Vesemir helped him change rather than her.

Meanwhile, Vesemir was struggling with a rather unexpected problem. Lambert, who was still asleep in the sling, managed to entangle himself in Vesemir’s hair, clutching it in a death grip. “Come on, Lambert, just let go,” Vesemir muttered, keeping his voice low so as not to wake the sleeping witchers. He needed to get the keep situated before he could even think about dealing with their chaos just yet.

His plans were almost ruined when Yennefer appeared, walking swiftly down the hallway with Geralt dangling helplessly under her arm. His legs and arms hung slightly above the floor as she briskly recounted what she’d been up to on her vacation.

“Shush,” Vesemir hissed, nodding toward the slumbering witchers in his slings.

Yennefer paused, offering a quiet apology before stopping to take a closer look at the tiny Lambert. “Aww, if I didn’t know better, I’d say Lambert actually looks cute,” she whispered.

Geralt, still dangling in her grasp, turned his wide, pleading eyes to Vesemir, silently begging for rescue. Vesemir glanced down at him and had to stifle a laugh at his pup’s predicament.

“Yennefer, could you help me untangle myself?” Vesemir asked, nodding at his hair and the Lambert.

Yennefer released Geralt, who immediately scurried away.

Vesemir let out a long sigh of relief, as he was separated from Lambert’s grasp. “Thank you, Yennefer,” he said, his voice a mix of gratitude and weariness.

Yennefer arched an eyebrow, and smirked. “Even asleep he’s causes trouble”

Vesemir noded, his focus on the two small bundles in his arms. Lambert was still fast asleep, and Aiden was curled up, tiny ears folded against his head. Vesemir adjusted his grip. “Now I need to find a place safe to put them while I work.”

“Why not put them in their bed? Or one of the infirmary cots with the others?” Yennefer suggested.

Vesemir shook his head. “I’m worried they might roll out of the bed—or worse, get squashed if the others roll over in their sleep. Besides, I want to keep them close enough to watch but not have to hold them the whole time.”

Yennefer considered this for a moment. “Like a carriage or a cradle?” She glanced around the keep’s aging hall. “You could make something similar out of one of the crates in the cellar. Line it with padding and blankets, and it would be portable. That way, you could carry it room to room.”

“That could work. Could you fetch a small crate—preferably one with handles?” Vesemir asked.

Yennefer hesitated. The cellar was her least favorite place in the keep. “Or…” She trailed off, glancing at the little witchers. She knew how much of a menace Lambert could be but Aiden looked impossibly cute, all snuggled up in Vesemir’s arms, his ears twitching faintly in his sleep. She sighed, knowing she couldn't take one without the other. “ I could watch them while you go.”

“Thank you,” Vesemir said skeptically, passing the two over carefully. Yennefer cradled them against her chest, muttering something as she carried the two small witchers to her room, settling herself by the fire. she found herself smiling, Lambert stirred briefly, his little fingers curling around the edge of her sleeve, but he didn’t wake. Aiden, let out a tiny sigh and burrowed closer to her

“Menaces,” Yennefer murmured as Lambert wrapped his little hand around her finger.

Vesesmir quickly located an adequate crate. He gathered some spare blankets and pillows, and arranged them inside the crate. When he finished he didn’t hear anything from Yennefer so he assumed all was well and took the opportunity to go check on the others.

Vesemir turned his attention to the infirmary. When he entered, he discovered that Geralt had scurried off there. Geralt was wearing clothes that actually fit and had squashed himself into one of the oversized chairs with Ciri, telling her how he was hiding from Yennefer and Dandelion.

He then went about checking on the others. Coën had fallen asleep and seemed fine, Vesemir draped an extra blanket over him before moving to Eskel, who was also asleep.

“Ciri, good job finding clothes for them,” Vesemir told her.

Vesemir pulled a curtain for privacy and gently dressed Eskel. Once done, he returned to Yennefer’s room.

The sight that greeted him made him consider that maybe he was dreaming and this whole ordeal was just a nightmare. Yennefer was sitting in front of the fire, her gaze soft as she observed the two little ones in her arms. Vesemir set the crate down gently and cleared his throat. Yennefer glanced up, her usual smug glare replaced by a genuine smile.

“I don’t think I've ever seen Lambert so relaxed before,” Vesemir said.

“Yes, if i didn't know better I'd say he was probably just faking so i let my guard down” she replied.

Vesemir took them one at a time and gently placed them next to each other in the makeshift cradle before tucking them in. as Vesemir carried them to his next task, Aiden cuddled up closer to Lambert who placed an arm around him.

Geralt had volunteered to start dinner. The tiny, white-haired witcher stood on a stool, carefully chopping potatoes with precision. His focus was broken when a cheerful voice rang out behind him.

“There you are, Geralt!” Dandelion chirped with uncontainable enthusiasm.

Geralt flinched, his hand freezing mid-chop. He turned his head slowly, glaring over his shoulder. “Shush! Keep it down!” he hissed, his yellow eyes narrowing. “There are certain people I don’t want knowing my location.”

Dandelion blinked in confusion, his grin faltering.

“I volunteered to cook dinner because I figured no one would think to look for me in the kitchen—including you,” Geralt growled, his voice dripping with irritation.

Unbothered by the witcher’s clear disdain, Dandelion leaned against the counter, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. “Come now, Geralt. Who could possibly resist the allure and risk of a tiny, grumpy witcher wielding a kitchen knife? Certainly not me, i've been terribly board recently and i need some risk and excitement”

Geralt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you’re not going to help, go away before someone follows your voice and I have even more people bothering me.”

“Alright, what do you want me to do?” the bard asked. Gerlat handed him a bowl of chopped potatoes and pointed at the boiling pot of stew on the stove. “Carefully add those without splashing boiling stew all over yourself—or me, for that matter.” ” Gerlat said.

Dandelion carefully added the potatoes while Geralt watched him with intensity and great anxiety. “There! What’s next?” Dandelion asked, turning to face the little white-haired witcher.

“Don’t look at me like that, Geralt. You look as though some monstrous beast is about to leap out from behind me and drag me off. I’ll have you know I’m perfectly competent in a kitchen! I’ve survived all forty years of my life without a single kitchen-related injury,” Dandelion declared, crossing his arms proudly.

Geralt’s brow furrowed as he squinted up at the bard. “You’re forty years old? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Dandelion huffed, his arms still crossed. “There’s no need to be rude about it. I’m well aware I look like an old man.” He sighed dramatically.

“You look no older than twenty-three, you fool! There’s no way you’re forty,” Geralt said skeptically. The bard’s expression shifted to flattered. “Why, thank you, Geralt!” he said, giving a small bow. “But I am indeed forty. Why would I lie to you about this? Think about it: we met when I was eighteen. How long have we been friends now?”

Geralt opened his mouth, then paused, his face twisting as he did the math. “...Too long,” he muttered under his breath.

“Charming as always,” Dandelion quipped, placing a hand over his heart.

“But this doesn’t make any sense, you-” Geralt muttered, lost in thought.

Before Dandelion could respond, he let out a screech as the stew began boiling over. In a panic, the bard grabbed the pot with his bare hands, yelped in pain, and hastily plopped it down on the counter.

“My hands!” Dandelion wailed, shaking them dramatically. “I’ll never play the lute again! My life is over!”

“Dandelion, stop flailing and let me see!” Geralt shouted, his tiny voice somehow managing to carry authority.

The bard froze mid-wail, startled by Geralt’s outburst, and held out his hands obediently.

Geralt inspected them, squinting in concentration. “I think they’ll heal, but you’ve definitely scorched them, you idiot. Why on earth didn’t you use oven mitts?”

“I don’t know! I just didn’t!” Dandelion whined, his voice cracking.

“Unbelievable. You should go ask Yennefer to heal it,” Geralt suggested, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

Dandelion’s face twisted in horror. “Absolutely not! She’ll just laugh at my misery and misfortune. Plus, she frightens me a little!”

“Well, it’s more stupidity than misfortune, but fine,” Geralt said with a sigh. “I’ll come with you to talk to her. Maybe she’ll take pity on you if I’m there.”

When they found Yennefer, she was kneeling beside a sewing kit, rummaging through one of her chests.

“Yen? What are you looking for? I thought all your winter clothes were in the big chest at the foot of your bed,” Geralt asked.

Before she could respond, Geralt squinted at her suspiciously.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Yennefer asked, trying—and failing—not to laugh.

“Why do you smell like Lambert... and his cat?” Geralt asked in confusion.

Yennefer burst out laughing. “Because he and Aiden are small and need supervision! Vesemir handed them to me while he got the keep situated. And,” she added between giggles, “I’m looking for that dress that got ripped while I was gathering herbs in the woods. I’m going to recycle it into tiny clothes for the littlest two.”

“Oh, I see,” Geralt said, avoiding her gaze as embarrassment painted his face red.

Dandelion, ever the opportunist, grinned. “Geralt, are you jealous?”

“No!” Geralt screeched, his voice cracking as he crossed his arms defensively.

“Oh, don’t be that way,” Yennefer teased. “There should be enough material for me to make you something, too.”

Geralt tried to remain stoic, but a small smile betrayed him. “Can you make me a better shirt? This one has a hole,” he mumbled, holding up his tattered garment.

Yennefer nodded, still smiling.

“This is all very heartwarming,” Dandelion interjected, waving his bandaged hands, “but we came here for a reason.”

“Oh, right,” Geralt said, snapping out of his momentary distraction. “Yen, can you please fix Dandelion?”

“I don’t think there’s enough magic in the world to fix him,” Yennefer replied casually, not even sparing the bard a glance.

“Hey!” Dandelion squealed, holding up his burned hands. “He means these! My hands! I’m in pain, you heartless sorceress!”

“Oh, well, that kind of fixing is easy,” Yennefer said, as she turned to another chest. She pulled out a jar of ointment and smirked. “Hold still, bard This is going to hurt at first”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61463236/chapters/158033671

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Wholesome Halloween || A Year One Drabble

In a scriddler themed discord server I take part in, we all decided to do a halloween-themed art and fanfic exchange. What follows below is my fic and wonderfully amazing art by @tromroan

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The trees are starting to change colors in Arlen Georgia, and that means two things. For one, it's autumn---and Arlen's autumn is lovely, albeit a bit of a barren wasteland where few live. And two, it means spooky season is now cloaking the small settlement's children with delightful visions of candy and costumes.

But, for one child--this is not so. That child name is Jonathan Crane and he lives with his Great Grandmother in what once was a luxurious manor on the outskirts of town. Today though, the building is falling apart at the shingles and it leaks when it rains. It is not a happy life, for a myriad of reasons.

And all Jonathan knows is that this time of year is full of forbidden delights. He is not allowed to go out and trek the neighborhoods for candy. He can't even pray for it, and you pray a lot on this town. There is no dressing up either, that's devil worship according to Great Granny.

However, this year is going to be different. This year, he wants to disobey Great Granny. Jonathan thinks deserves candy and fun. Just like all the other kids. For years this child went without. Without dessert, without new clothes, without allowance. Just once, he needs to be a kid--before it's too late for that sort of play.

So, a plan was hatched. This is a boy of science and literature. He is smarter than he looks. Jonathan plans to sneak out after dark, once all his daily chores. As for Great Granny? Every night she has a bed wine, something to calm her heart. That night, the wine would be tainted. Poisoned even. The clever cocktail would knock her out quickly enough, giving Jonathan chance to escape. And wouldn't you know? It works. His plans always work.

All hallows eve is here. Great Granny is fast asleep well before bedtime and won't be waking up till the next morning. Jonathan decided before hand what he wanted his costume to be. He is going as his namesake--the very thing no other child would expect, as it is far too obvious. A Scarecrow. With some burlap from the backyard barn and some old sheets -- he made for a fine Scarecrow.

Jonathan had a pillowcase to candy, and a flashlight to keep him safe. It was going to be a wonderful night. First and foremost he had to stop at the Arlen penny store, of which his giving away small treats to every kid who stops by. The cloaked Scarecrow was greed with some sugar sticks and a small chocolate coin. Next, the one lone neighborhood with a little less than a dozen houses. He went door to door, alluding any bullies as most children were too focused on chocolate to care who was under the mask. For each house he visits, he is is gifted with a small handful of goodies. He can't believe his eyes as they grab a handful from a plastic bowl and shove it into his pillowcase. That is a lot of sweets--all for me, he thinks.

Finally, after the last homestead is looted--Jonathan remembers the one wealthy family in town and that they are giving out full sized bars at the schoolhouse. Realizing now how dark it was, he was not going to miss out on a big bar of chocolate so with all the strength in his lanky limbs, he rushes to the school.

Thankfully he arrives just in time, and the kind family hands him their last chocolate bar. What luck! Jonathan is ecstatic about his haul and with the biggest grin under his burlap facade, he heads home.

With Great Granny tucked in her bed, out like a light, Jonathan sneaks into the backdoor on the far end of the manor. Over time, he's learned the best sneaking techniques, and how to tip toe without a mouse's squeak of the floorboards. Slow and steady he walks up the stairs to his attic bedroom.

With too much candy to eat in one night, Jonathan indulges himself in just three pieces of candy, that--and the full sized chocolate bar. Boy, it tastes heavenly. His first real dessert. It's a taste he won't ever forget. And as for the rest of the sweets? Diligently hidden under the wood floors, even more so out of sight, as that particular wooden board lies beneath a bookshelf.

He can rest easy tonight, with a belly full of sugary delight. This was to be his only halloween as a child, for not a year later---his life would change forever.