#th me all you want; i’ll flirt back! so long as you give me even a measly fucking five for it.

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Jealousy Jealousy

Nanami x Sorcerer!Reader

Based on this post. This’ll be a long one. Nanami is slightly OOC.

When a new face arrives at Jujutsu Tech in the wake of the Tokyo v Kyoto affair, Nanami cannot help but to feel wary of him. And why do you seem so close to him? Just who is this guy?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。✫・。.・゜ ✭・.

Jujutsu Tech has never had a dull day. Especially not with Gojo around. He was back from his long standing mission and Nanami couldn’t believe how amazing 8 days go by. Honestly, Nanami enjoyed every second of it. But Gojo had to come back eventually and Nanami was once again, considering if this was really the life he wanted to stick with. He took the initiative to come in a bit earlier than usual and yet, You and Gojo insist on speaking loudly, and extensively, about whatever escapades Gojo got up to while he was gone.

Right in front of Nanami’s coffee.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Not while Itadori needed him. Not while there were lives to save. You two however, always found a way to push him towards the edge though. Gojo was something he had come to be acquainted with, but you, Grade 1 Sorcerer (Y/N) (L/N), found a very special way to get to him.

“If I would marry anyone, it would probably be Nanami-San!”

That was the last thing you said to him before graduating all those years ago and even now you’ve stuck to it. Nanami cannot remember a single conversation in which you haven’t flirted with him or expressed the desire to marry him. And everytime he shuts you down and everytime you smile and say, “I’ll wait as long as you need me to!”

That’s not to say speaking to you was a chore. Once you get over the obligatory flirty comment, you are quite easy to have a conversation with. You aren’t pushy or handsy with him. You didn’t make any sexual or inappropriate jokes. If he asked you to not bother him, you wouldn’t. Still he couldn’t shake that annoying feeling he got when coming near you. He thought, maybe your proximity to Gojo is what makes you annoyed. That had to be it. Nanami didn’t have time to think about that, it was 8am and he was officially on the clock.

“Good morning Nanami, you look as handsome as ever.” You smiled as you poured a cup of coffee. The twinge of annoyance subsided as Nanami put the newspaper down on the table.

“Good morning (L/N).” In quick and precise movements, Nanami stood and walked towards the door.

“Why does he treat you nicer than me?” Gojo's whining voice became distant as Nanami disappeared down the hall.

Nanami didn’t actually have anywhere to be, Yuuji wasn’t due for their training until noon but it was so much better than hearing about whatever You and Gojo were talking about. 3 years had passed since you returned to Tokyo and you fell back into his life so seamlessly. You two weren’t close but you were one of his nicer upperclassmen. Nanami didn’t even notice how much you consumed his thoughts until he was stopped by Yaga.

“Oh good, Nanami-san.” Behind Yaga stood a tall man, a little shorter than Nanami, with shaggy hair and dark eyes. Yaga turned towards him, implying him to step forward. The man let out an awkward chuckle and stuck his hand out.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Hasegawa Ryosuke.”

Nanami shook the man’s hand and introduced himself. Yaga spoke again, “Would you mind giving Hasegawa a tour of the school? I’d like to have him familiar before the students start class.”

“Sorry about this, I went to the Kyoto school and only recently came back to Japan.” Hasegawa chuckled.

As Nanami agreed, Yaga excused himself. Hasegawa assured Nanami he wouldn’t need an in depth tour, anything quick would do just fine. “To tell you the truth, I never lived in Tokyo so I got a little confused and was late.”

He was a sort of awkward man. He dresses casually and ends every sentence in a nervous laugh. Nanami could tell that he was powerful though, probably a Grade 1. He followed quietly, sparingly asking questions or inquiring about the school. By the time they finished in the courtyard the students were already arriving for their morning classes. Yuuji excitedly called out to Nanami, who greeted him, Fushiguro and Nobara as well.

“Who’s this?” Yuuji asked.

“I’m just a guest, I’m Hasegawa.” He said suddenly a bit calmer. Almost calculated. Nanami didn’t think too much of it. Many sorcerers were still iffy surrounding Yuuji and his circumstance. The sudden edge wasn’t lost on any of them as Hasegawa’s demeanor shifted back to the one he had before. “I went to Kyoto, Tokyo is always so busy.”

“Yeah it is,” Yuuji replied. Nanami cleared his throat, they both noticed that Nobara and Fushiguro also seemed to passively turn towards Hasegawa. As if they were guarding Yuuji.

“Itadori, you shouldn’t be late for class.” Nanami stated.

“We won’t be,” Yuuji called back as Nobara started to pull him and Fushiguro along. Before they could leave the courtyard a loud shriek broke out from the school.

“RYOSUKE!” (Y/N) suddenly came running out. They jumped into Hasegawa’s arms and he spun them around. “What are you doing here?!”

“I came to visit.” He laughed, still holding them up.

“And you didn’t tell me!” (Y/N) playfully hit his shoulders. They once again pull him close for a hug before Hasegawa sets them down. “Do you hate me now Ryo?”

“Hate you? The light of my life? Never.” Hasegawa grinned.

“And yet, you never call me? How am I supposed to trust you Ryo?”

“We could go get ice cream?”

“Ice Cream? Are we teenagers again?”

“I always feel so young with you (Y/N).”

“And here you go, trying to flatter me again. I’m not that easy.” You laughed as a deep blush crept across your face. Nanami felt a sudden pressure build up, like he was entirely separate from whatever world you and Hasegawa were existing in. Awkwardly standing less than three feet away from you both yet it felt like miles. The distance between you two has never been this noticeable to him before. You always felt close. Like he could look over his shoulder and you’d always be there. How could it change so suddenly?

You finally noticed Nanami standing there, stoic as always. You idly turned your body towards him, “I see you've met Ryosuke.”

“Yes, I was showing him around.” Nanami replied plainly.

“Yeah, with everything going on recently, I thought it’d be best if I familiarize myself with the place.” He replied. And the mood shifted again. That same feeling he felt when Itadori was around. You didn’t seem to notice.

“So you're in Tokyo for some time then?” (Y/N) smiled, “Gojo and I go drinking sometimes, you should come.”

“We haven’t even planned our ice cream date and you're already trying to get me drunk? You move too fast for me (Y/N).” He smirked.

You lightly hit his shoulder and turned back to Nanami, “Ignore him, he’s always like this. Would you like to come to Nanami?”

In a surprising act Nanami accepted the invitation. This caught him and You off guard. You always invited him as a formality but never thought he would agree. He was just as shocked. Something however was pulling him towards the idea. Something about Hasegawa was too alarming to let You be alone with him. Especially if he would be hanging around Jujutsu Tech. This is not the kind of person Nanami would allow himself to be careless around.

You cheered, “Great! Gojo will text you the place, we’ll go around 7!” That familiar blush deepened and somehow soothed Nanami slightly. Your presence did have that effect however. Not just to him but to those around you. It made you a good fit for being around the students so much. No wonder they favored you over Gojo (though that wasn’t a high bar to reach).

“I’ll let you know if anything comes up.” Nanami replied and excused himself.

“Thanks for showing me around!” Hasegawa called out as Nanami stepped into the building. The weight of his decision suddenly hit him as he crossed the classroom and heard Gojo’s voice. Just what did he get himself into?

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 17: Threesome- Harley Quinn and Clark Kent

A/N: I’m just gonna keep on posting Kinktober until I finish all of them, I don’t care how long past October it is 😂😂

Summary: You and your girlfriend Harley go out for a night of looking for fun

Word count: 1, 528

“You look so hot, baby.” Harley flirts, coming up behind you as you apply your lipstick in the bathroom mirror.

Smirking at your girlfriend you turn around in her arms.

“Not lookin too bad yourself, gorgeous.” You flirt back as you gently kiss her lips.

“We should get going. Might take us a while to find the right one.” You smirk at her, biting your lip and grabbing her ass as you walk out the bathroom.

“Yeh it might. Yah know if we were back in Gotham would could have just gone to one of Wayne’s many soirées and snatched up him.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled back at your girlfriend, knowing Harley had quite the thing for the billionaire.

“Yes, I know, darling, but we’re in Metropolis now. Maybe we’ll visit Gotham and give Wayne a go another time, honey.” You tell her, kissing her lips once more before you both left your shared apartment.

******

This was the second club you and Harley had been to tonight and still no one suited for the evening you both had planned.

“Hey. What about him?” The blonde spoke loudly in your ear as you danced with one another.

Turning your head to see who she was talking about you saw non other than Clark Kent. You’d told Harley about him before and how you thought he was hot but she’d just never seen him.

“Baby, that’s Clark, the guy from work.” You speak into her ear, grabbing onto her ass.

“Oooohhh. You were right when you said he was cute!”

“Usually he’s in awkward work clothes but damn, he looks extra fine tonight!”

“Come on then, let’s go!” Harley excitedly grabs you by the hand, dragging you off the dance floor.

“Harley I work with him, I don’t know.” You holt her movements, worry evident in your face.

Harley turned to you and her face became soft as she held your cheeks.

“Baby we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I just know we both find him very attractive and you’ve had a little crush for a little while. I’ll be there with you so it’s not like it’s something you’re doing just the two of you.” She told you reassuringly.

“Okay, you’re right, baby. Alright, let’s do it.” You tell her, pumping yourself up as you made your way over to the handsome man at the end of the bar.

Making eye contact with you as he looked around, a smile began to grow on his face. As you and Harley approached, he began to stand.

“Hi, Y/N. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” Clark spoke as you both stood before him, charming smile gracing his face.

“Yeh, my girlfriend Harley and I thought it’d be nice to get dolled up and have a dance. Maybe find some cute guy or something.” You casually spoke as you began to run your hands up his chest, Harleys hands now on his bicep.

“Wow, Clark, you’re really strong.” Harley complimented the now flustered man.

“Oh- th-thank you.” Clark awkwardly blurted out.

“Wha-what do you mean find a cute guy? Yo-you two? Uummm.” Clark’s brain didn’t seem to be able to function at this new revelation.

You knew Clark had a bit of a thing for you. You’d caught him staring every now and then and found he stutter a lot more talking to you than any other woman.

“Oh come on, Clark. Don’t you want to show us girls a good time?” You cheekily grin up at him.

Reaching up you place a gentle kiss to his neck, pushing yourself further onto his chest as you lean into his ear.

“I see the way you look at me, Clark, especially when I bend over. You can bend me over if you like, show Harley and I just how strong you really are.” You flirted, hand now clutching his other bicep as his breath seemed to become more laboured.

Seeing that Clark probably needed more action than just words, Harley reached up and kissed him passionately. Clark froze at first, but it didn’t take him long before he was happily kissing back.

His strong arm found its way around your waist, squeezing your hip. Breaking the kiss with Harley, he leans down and begins to kiss you. Clark didn’t bother with starting slow, his tongue straight away making its way into your mouth.

His other arm was now wrapped around Harley as she began to kiss and bite at his neck. After Harley whispered something into Clark’s ear that was too soft for you to hear, he was dragging you both out of the club and into the street.

*****

Stumbling through your apartment, you are all reduced to a pack of fondling arms and heated kisses.

“Mmmh a-aah, be-bedroom.” You managed to get out, between Clark biting at your neck and Harley beginning to take your clothes off.

Harley is quick to grab your hand, giggling as she leads you and Clark to the bedroom. Harleys dress is thrown at you and Clark as she lays on the bed and begins to play with herself.

Not being able to resist your gorgeous girlfriend, you quickly strip yourself of your own dress and begin to crawl up the bed to her wet pussy. As you lick a strip up the gorgeous blondes dripping pussy, you make sure to push your ass out a little, hoping Clark gets the message.

“Come on, Clark, I think y/n wants you to take care of her.” Harley pants out, winking at Clark as you continue to eat her out like a woman starved.

Realising that Clark might need a little guidance, you retract from your girlfriend and take Clark’s face in your hands, kissing him passionately. You begin to unbuckle his belt as he starts to take off his own jacket and shirt. Harley was obviously loving the scene as you hear her moans increasing again and the sounds of her wet pussy.

“Come on, Clark, baby, show me how strong you are. Fuck me like I know you’ve always wanted to.” You teasingly whisper into his ear as you slowly begin rubbing his cock.

Making your way over to the dresser, you throw a condom at Clark and return your attention to the beautiful woman laid on your bed. As her gorgeous sounding moans and gasps return, you feel Clark taking your hips into his warm hands. You can’t help but moan at even that simple touch, the vibrations pulling a particularly high pitched moan from Harley.

“Are you ready.” He whispers hotly in your ear, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Please fuck me, Clark.” You whine desperately, as one of his hands leaves your hips and begins to rub your clit.

Over your shoulder, Clark and Harley smirk at each other as he begins to push inside you. You can’t hold your moans back as he stretches you out so perfectly.

Pushing your hips back, your face finds its place once again between Harley’s legs. Bringing your lips to her clit, you breathlessly begin to suck on it as Clark’s speed picks up.

With one hand by her hip for balance, you smirk up at Harley, a moan escaping your lips as Clark hits that perfect spot inside you. Finding your balance, you easily slide two fingers into Harleys dripping pussy, quickly finding that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.

As Clark’s speed increases on you, so does yours on Harley. With her moans getting louder you know she’s close. You’re not far behind her as you can feel that sweet coil inside you begin to tighten.

Pushing your hips back again you bring your head back down to her clit. Sucking and licking as your fingers thrust in and out of her, both yours and Clark’s speeds increasing.

The small bedroom is filled with moans, grunts and absolutely sinful sounds of skin slapping skin. Harley is the first to cum with a loud scream as she grabs onto your hair, thrusting her hips into your face as rides out her orgasm.

You follow just behind her as Clark finds your clit and behinds to gently rub it. The pleasure becoming too much as the coil snaps and you also cum with a scream, muffled by Harley’s kiss as she pulls you up by your hair.

Now trapped between Harley and Clark’s warm bodies. She’s on her knees holding your face and rubbing your clit, overstimulating your pleasure deliciously. Clark has one strong hand wrapped around your hips, while the other holds onto your breast.

“Come on, baby, you gonna cum again? Squeeze Clark’s cock and make him cum?” Harley sweetly encourages you as her speed on your clit increases.

Your overstimulated body can’t take much more as your second orgasm washes over you. Your pussy clenches around Clark’s cock deliciously, as he also cums with a loud grunt and a powerful grip on your hips, thrusting into you roughly a few more times.

All three of you collapse onto the bed in a heap together, panting and kissing one another.

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Ten | Where It All Started…

Dom sat on the couch, his long legs spread out and his whole body screaming he gave up. We couldn’t keep fighting, hurting each other to call it even and running away when it got hard. We had too much to loose.

His voice was quiet, matching his exhaustion with this saga. Neither of us giving up or wanting to, forgiving wasn’t something we did often. “You have to tell me how to fix this. We have a child coming.”

“I need you to tell me everything. I have to know it was nothing but sex, Dom. Zero feelings.” Sitting down beside him I waited for him to speak.

“How are you gonna know that from me telling you?” Shifting towards me so slightly I planted myself on the couch next to him.

“I’ll know. I’ve seen how you handle me. I’ll know the difference.”

I was on the edge of my seat waiting for him to show me when he got on his knees in front of me and his body was so close to mine it physically hurt.

“It was in a hotel room like this. She texted me to hang out and I told her to come over. She was sitting on the couch like this when I told her it’s no strings, that I have someone at home waiting for me.”

Sitting on the couch I felt his hands drag me further to the edge as he continued, “I kissed her and she didn’t taste like you. I kept telling myself it didn’t matter, I could close my eyes and pretend.”

My legs fell apart and my mouth fell open as his fingers yanked my pants down my legs with no push back from me. I asked to see, to know, and he was delivering.

“I kissed her like this…” his mouth caught mine and I could taste the way he always did, minty.

“I put my tongue in her mouth,” his hand cradled my face and I felt his mouth open on mine, feeding me his tongue. My back arched and I closed my knees so slightly I felt his body tense. In a breathy exhale he tried to level his breathing when he whispered between us. “Then I touched her here…”

His fingertips draw small shapes and hearts on my skin, tickling my sides and flirting with touching my tits under my shirt.

He spoke and I acted each awful thing out.

“Where were her hands when you kissed?” I begged to know more. I wanted to hurt more, anything to hold onto reasons to not fall for Dom completely.

“Under my shirt,” letting my hands explore the same way I leaned in enough to let him kiss me deeper.

“We made out for a while because I wasn't getting hard. She didn’t moan like you.” Almost on cue I whimpered for more even though I shouldn’t. “Fuck, that’s my weakness.” His hand dropped between us, squeezing himself through his shorts. 

“She didn’t care you had someone?”

“A lot of people don’t, babe. She knew I wasn’t all there. She knew I just needed a warm body.” He confessed and it validated me entirely.

“Warm body?”

His grip found my hips again, grabbing onto me more aggressively and pulling me forward. “To kill the loneliness. Warm body. No strings.”

I let my body relax with every kiss. I wanted to scream, scream I hate him and her for replaying in my mind more than I could handle but I stayed silent.

“It’s more than a body when someone turns you on…” I whispered between simple kisses while Dom’s fingers outlined the seam of my panties.

“What do you want me to say, mi amore? You want me to cop to not getting instantly hard for someone else? You want me to admit I was attracted to her?” His tongue tangled with mine even though I wanted to push him away. “I’ll admit whatever you want baby. She kept kissing my neck, rubbing, trying to get me harder.”

I did exactly what he said but Dom was already hard for me. Sneaking my hand over his crotch I whimpered feeling him jerk against my palm.

“What did she say?” I asked while my hand rubbed his length in his shorts.

Trying not to groan or make a sound his head fell backwards against the back. “How wet she was, how much she wanted me…” His hand grasped over mine and his forehead landed on my chest. It made me angry when he said other women were telling him the details of their panties and what my boyfriend did to them. Sneaking my hand inside his underwear I slipped off the couch, both of us on our knees, bodies pressed against each other.

“Fuck. Fuck baby, you gotta stop.” His hand squeezed mine. “It’s you. I can’t fucking… I can’t control myself if you push me too far. No amount of anger or fighting will keep me from making that pussy mine.”

“She got on her knees, right? Like this.” I was flirting with the pain, seeing how far Dom would let me push him.

“Yes.”

Dragging the band down enough to let him pop out I let my hand close around his girth.  Chasing his mouth I nipped at his lips until the back of his hand grabbed the back of my neck enough to keep me close. Pushing him on the couch I watched him willingly let me take control.

“Fuck, mi amore.” He dragged out the words.

Dropping my head in his lap I got comfortable between his legs. Taking his tip in my mouth I dragged my lips down just enough to swallow his tip. Teasing him I let my mouth tighten before the familiar pop sounded around me. “How did it end?”

“She asked me to come in her mouth and I couldn’t…” His erratic breathing hinder the smoothness of his voice when he continued, “I apologized a bunch and asked her to leave. Once she did, I got into bed and called you. Like I should have… I asked you to get into bed, get your toy out so I could come hearing you moan my name. Like a good little girl you fucked that toy for me.”

“You were touching yourself?”

Biting his lips he responded, “I had to come baby. I needed you, I just fucked up first.”

I watched his hand stroke himself and I got even more wet. “You want me to touch myself in front of you?”

“No, I want inside that pussy. Just like yesterday, baby. Please.” Dragging me back to his lap my legs shook and my stomach erupted with lust. 

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” I said honestly.

Grabbing my ass, I felt Dom’s fingers bully between my legs. “What about last time? You know you want this, hermosa.”

“I couldn’t watch you touch yourself, I folded.” 

He started stroking himself painfully slowly and moaning into my neck. “Like this, baby? I fucking need you to come all over my cock. I wanna be covered in you. You know I’m fatter than any toy you use, baby. You should have been mine years ago. You never should have used fucking toys to get off.”

I shivered on his lap at the arousal in my body. I let out a small moan without touching myself. “We should take a break. I don’t think I can share you and you’re gonna be on the road a lot. I understand not wanting to be lonely.”

Getting off his lap I stood up on shaking legs, “I just need a few minutes alone please.”

Holding onto me he whispered, “So you can finger yourself? Stop pretending you don’t need me. We aren’t teenagers anymore. It’s okay to need this. I’m not saying you can’t hate me afterwards.”

“Dom. Letting you touch me will make me forgive you. It always does. Please just let me hate you a little longer.”

“Hate me baby but I’m not watching you fuck something other than my cock.” Standing up he guided me to the bedroom watching me riffle through my bag for my vibrator despite his hallow threat.

Ignoring his presence I took off my top and panties. Completely naked I got into bed while Dom followed suit. His muscles and all the tattoos he collected showed. His fingers caressed my legs when I turned it on, teasing between my legs, trying not to moan.

“Fuck baby. This is exactly what you did when you wouldn’t let me touch your pussy.”

Twisted over on my hands and knees, I held it between my legs, pushing back on it and letting myself moan Dom’s name. It wasn’t until I moaned his name I felt his body push against me. “Stubborn still. I’m right here baby. You don’t need some fucking toy.”

I felt his hand stop me, replacing my toy with the tip of his own cock. “We aren’t teenagers anymore. We are gonna have setbacks. We aren’t breaking up. You’re having my baby. I’m gonna be sorry and I’m still gonna make you come.” 

Kissing up my spine he whispered a single I’m sorry with every kiss until my hand stopped holding the toy altogether. Tossing it to the floor his knuckles brushed the inside of thighs, “That’s never gonna compare to me. I know every single spot.”

Dom took me from behind, hips thrusting into my ass and when we came our bodies trembled. Dom folded over on top of me trying to catch his breath.

“Who was it?”

“She does interviews backstage. Jackie. She knows I’m basically married to you.” He said it so plainly.

I decided to let it go right there. I had no other choice except walking away and I was pregnant. I couldn’t do that to our baby. I wouldn’t survive another mistake on my record.

His arms engulfed me, pulling me into his chest as he cuddled me. We both fell asleep even though it was the afternoon.

When we finally woke up Dom jumped out of bed and rushed to survey the room for our belongings. “Fuck. I’m late. Babe wake up.”

Begrudgingly I woke up and rubbed my eyes to wake up. “Second show, same venue?”

“It sold out so they added one. Fuck. Do you wanna come or stay here?” He asked, grabbing his duffle. 

Getting up I threw on his sweatshirt without a bra or shirt and found a pair of my own comfy pants. I didn’t care about impressing anyone. “Don’t forget your bag. After the show we get on the bus.”

Leaving the room he jammed his thumb into the elevator button and answered his silent phone. Pinching it between his ear and shoulder he spoke. “Yes, Rhea, I'm coming. I was late.”

Her Aussie accent came through clear, “Alright stud!”

“It’s not like that. At all. We fell asleep.” Taking my hand I followed and he continued to talk to his work wife.

Once we were at the venue everyone was buzzing around. Everything was coming to life. It was overwhelming to say the least. I felt out of place and in the way. “Stay here, okay.”

I did what I was told when I parked myself in some random location that was unidentified. Randy came over, shirtless and in his gear, “Kiss and makeup yet?”

“Don’t you have to warm up or something?” I asked unamused. 

“When did you start hating me because Dom does?”

I stared at him trying to assess his words. “I don’t hate you but that doesn’t change that nothing is going to happen between us.”

“You mean more than what already happened.” He watched my face fill with guilt and shame before he laughed. “Dom has no idea we hooked up. That’s fucking gold.”

“Dom and I weren’t together. We were roommates. He doesn’t need to know.” I suddenly felt like a hypocrite for my own secrets. We weren’t together at the time.

“Oh sweetheart, he saw me kissing you in the elevator, I’m sure he already knows.” Stepping very close to me I backed away into the wall. “It was a good ass night. I haven’t forgotten it.”

“I’m pregnant with Dom’s baby, Randy. We’re never gonna happen.”

“When he cheats again, call me. I have no problem FaceTiming you to get off.” He winked at me and my whole body cringed.

Randy was walking away when I saw Dom talking to a beautiful woman. Grabbing his arm and stopping him I asked, “who is that?”

“The woman he fucked. Offer still stands for round two. I’m still waiting for my turn, princess.”

Back in Florida Dom was training twenty four seven and going to every WWE event he could. Even the fancy ones. When WrestleMania was in town he asked me to go with him.

So I did.

I put on the fancy, revealing dress and the heels to match. Dom would always look so handsome in his suits.

His dad hired a car for us so neither of us would have to drive. Slipping inside the car Dom wouldn’t stop looking at me with this goofy smile. “Fucking gorgeous.”

After a minute of staring I simply told him, “We can’t, Dom. This is a work event for you.”

His long legs were spread out, “Your right but we get too tipsy and fuck after I can’t help it.”

We were living together on our own for a year now, no slip ups or even sightings of other people. Just a lot of teasing, flirting, masterbating. It was torture. 

The Hall of Fame was a huge event full of legends when we sat through the three hours of speeches and tributes. Some of it was lost on me but growing up with Dom I caught onto a lot. 

The one person I had ran into at every wrestling event since I was eighteen was here. Randy Orton. Every year he would hit on me, touch my ass, whisper sweet nothings in my ear. For years he was married but now he was divorced, sans ring. 

Randy was the polar opposite of Dom. He was built like a gladiator, sleeves of tattoos, shaved head, cocky. Dom was alternative, quiet, humble, slender muscles. I don’t know how I was attracted to both but I was. 

Scanning the room Dom was talking to stiff looking men when I went to the bar to grab a drink. “Whiskey, neat please.”

From behind me I felt a hand on my ass and body creeping up to me. “Dom,” I whispered but when I looked over my shoulder it was Randy. “I know he’s a love sick puppy over you but he’s not brave enough to touch you in public. He’s been housebroken.” 

“And you're not?” His hand was still on my ass, only now he was in front of me, hand around my body. “Aren’t all the bosses here?”

“I know my value. And I’m a villain here, I can break the rules.”

“Hate to break it to you but touching my ass isn’t really adding to your bad rep.” His fingers dug into my ass, truly grabbing, it made me gasp.

Leaning down into me his hand snaked from my ass up the side of my body where the dress went bare. His fingertips were calloused and rough against my skin unlike Dom’s. They didn’t stop, caressing the side cleavage of my dress. His thumb disappeared in my satin dress, nudging my nipple when my body melted. 

Whispering into my ear, “don’t dare me, princess. I’m competitive.”

“Dom could see.”

“Are you together or does he just wish he made a move?” Randy’s hands were touching my tits and I got wet knowing we were in public. 

“We’re just friends. I don’t wanna hurt him. We took each other’s virginities. It’s complicated.” I whispered back.

“And now he wants to fuck you again but you keep saying no? So I’m guessing you don’t take guys home or anything.” His head dropped and his lips touched my neck. “I can make you feel good baby.”

“I haven’t without anyone but Dom.”

“Sit on the barstool.” I did as I was told and Randy stood in front of me. Pushing up my satin dress his hand touched my bare thighs and smiled when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties. “No panties? Damn, you’re torturing him.”

“Open your legs, princess. Don’t moan out loud. I’m gonna put my fingers inside of you.”

Opening my legs enough for his big hand I felt the pressure of three fingers fighting to stretch me out. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered into Randy’s suit jacket. 

“That’s how big I am. Do you wanna come, princess?” 

“Not here. Anywhere but here.”

Randy took me back to his hotel and guided me to his bed. “Do you wanna take it slow baby?” His mouth found mine while he pulled me on his lap. Sitting on the edge of the bed our mouths opened on each other for our tongues. His hands worked to undo his dress pants when I looked down between us at the monster. 

Pulling my dress straps down he felt my tits, pinching the nipple and putting his mouth tightly around my nipples. 

Laying back he pulled my dress off entirely, staring at me. “Goddamn baby. Look at this body. Perky tits, tight ass pussy. We’re gonna have fun.”

“Don’t be mad. I have to take it slow. Please.” My hands were shaking and everything in me was betraying Dom.

“Here baby. Just ride it like this. You decide when you sit on it.” 

Rocking my hips I felt him adjust his cock to be wedged between my pussy lips so he wasn’t inside me. “Fuck, just like that baby. Ride it.”

His tip bullied my clit and I shook on top of him. “Randy, Randy…” I cried out knowing I was going to come. 

“Come all over me baby.” Once I did he used his strength to push my pussy up to his mouth. “Fuck me. Pussy juice is so sweet, baby. Ride my tongue.”

His tongue pushed inside me and I felt a rush force me to grab the headboard. I rode Randy’s tongue inside me like I rode Dom’s dick. 

I left Randy’s hotel room ashamed, guilty, everything I didn’t want to be. It was that night I realized no amount of other men were going to stomp out the love I had for Dom.

Now Randy was using it as leverage.

[collectivecloseness]

Let's say Kurt's driving a really annoying and flirty person and when they get off they kiss kurt, what do you think his reaction would be? Especially towards his s/o, would he go crazy because he thinks he cheated or what would he do

(Long post so under cut)

Oh this is some good angst! I love angst like this. But also poor Kurt. Because it could happen, let’s face it, Kurt has some appeal to a particular audience, he’s cute. And when he’s with you, his self confidence and care skyrockets, still not that high, but high for Kurt, which can make him even more attractive to people who’re into guys like him. Also, some people in the back of rideshares just seem to forget the people driving them are people too, etiquette goes out the window.

Kurt’s pretty happy to have a chatty customer at first. When they ask if they can sit in the front he starts stammering a bit, taken off guard by the question. “O-Oh. Uhmm... so- well-“ but they’re already opening the door. Usually he saves the passenger seat for you. Or if he has four passengers to fit. But he doesn’t mind too much. Especially when they start acting interested in what he has to say! When Kurt flashes them his signature smile, letting her know his account is “Kurtsworld96.” His eyes practically pop out of his skull as they go on their phone, saying she’s going to follow. “Woah! That’s like... that’s insane! I mean yeah, I totally have a tonne of fans, but th- ya know, it’s cool to meet a real life Kurtie in person! It’s awesome when- to know that I can, like, create those bonds irl. That I can get someone to follow me for me, and not just the me on screen. Oh! I’ll also follow for follow, once I’m parked. Thanks!” It definitely doesn’t come across as flirty. Kurt’s clearly very excited and almost shocked that someone followed him, which definitely goes against his spiel about ‘all his followers’, especially when she sees the number of people actually following Kurt.

But then they start getting touchy. Kurt’s really bad at picking up social cues. Before he was dating you, any attention would be zoned in on like a hawk, wondering if the person was flirting with him, but never being able to actually tell. Now Kurt wasn’t looking for it, he definitely didn’t pick up her flirting. Until the touching began. They swept a long tuft of hair from the apple of Kurt’s cheek, behind his ear, even though it fell into place right again. “God Kurtis, you’re so funny.”

Kurt’s smile fell at that. He sucked in his lips, a blank expression washing over his face as he focuses on the drive. The fact he’d already corrected her on that not being his name, wasn’t even in the front of his mind. That face touching... that wasn’t good.

And then their hand fell on his knee. Just above it, but not directly on his thigh. Kurt panicked a little now, feeling his heart race and his skin starting to itch where she touched it. After completing the turn he was already half way through, with a bit of quiet and shocked spluttering, Kurt nudged her hand away with the back of his own, fighting between placing his own hand on his knee to keep hers off, and not even wanting to touch where she had. What if that was flirting back???!!! “Uhmmmmm... I have to focus on the road. So...”

Kurt’s sweating at this point. He didn’t want to be misinterpreting anything and have her be mad at him, he didn’t want to be the asshole. But he was also so sure that she was flirting. He couldn’t have someone flirting with him!!! He was in a relationship!!! He was a committed man!!! He didn’t even want to be flirting with this girl! Did he fuck up and give the wrong vibe? Oh my God, what would you say if you saw him right now?!

Kurt’s suddenly looking at all the cars beside him whenver he stops at a light now. Even though he knows if you needed driving somewhere, you’d be in his car. He didn’t want you to see this, but he also worried it was bad to not tell you about this. Would you be mad at him?! He didn’t mean to! He didn’t want you to break up with him, because of this. He had no idea what was happening! Does he need to stop flirting somehow? How?! He didn’t even know he was! Kurt felt like he had eyes all on him. And he definitely had hers. She just kept... looking back to him. ...Was he supposed to say something?

But as the girl in the seat next to him kept chatting, Kurt decided he didn’t want to speak. She was doing that plenty enough already. And a third of it was compliments she was just throwing in the air at him. “Y-Yeah. My girlfriend says the same thing.” Kurt responds solidly at one particular comment. He thought it was a pretty good move, but she didn’t seem to care at all. Only a minute later, was Kurt pulling her hand away from his head, as she went to stroke his hair again.

By the time her trip was finished, Kurt was relieved. It’d only been a short one too, just over ten minutes. Kurt didn’t even care about his Spree rating at that point, or if she tipped, he just sighed as he readjusted his phone on his stand, saying the same thing he said to every customer. “Have a nice day.”

“Have a nice day too. Kurt.” The woman leaned over, snatched up Kurt’s chin in her hand, and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

She held it for a couple of seconds, maybe only two or three, before pulling back. Smiling at the stunned expression on his face. “Bye Kurt. Hope to ride with you later.” Her teeth shone, as she gently shut the door, and strode away.

Kurt just sits there in shock. His lips firmly tucked to his mouth, pressed away like they had been the millisecond he’d looked up to see her descending.

No thoughts ran through Kurt’s head. No feelings. Until a sound rang in his ears, and he realised he was breathing very quickly. Kurt swore to himself, wiping his lips with the bcak of his hand, before scrambling into the pocket on the passenger seat to find a water bottle. Panic was the only thing on Kurt’s mind, which didn’t help when he was trying to swirl water in his mouth. He choked on it a little as he rolled down his window and spat it onto the street. Thankfully there were no cops around, as he repeated the same thing, dropping some water into his hand to splash at his chin. His full mouth trying not to choke, as Kurt just wanted to get rid of that feeling, of the evidence of the kiss, the memory of it. He spat again, before swallowing the rest of the bottle, a massive gasp leaving his lips as he crushed the plastic intensely in his hands.

His breathing was still heavy, trying to understand what had just happened. Why had she kissed him?!??! But Kurt’s mind also swirled with thoughts of you, and he began to feel his chest heaving, like he was going to cry.

Kurt just wanted to get out of there. He didn’t want to be outside this woman’s work anymore. He didn’t want her to see him still outside, and think the wrong thing. He slammed on the gas and drove around, not even caring about the stop sign he flew past, as his mind filled with thoughts of you.

You who’d been nothing but good to him. Who loved him. Loved him when nobody else did. You were the only person in Kurt’s life, truly. And you’d never hurt him. Up until this point, he’d never actually hurt you either.

Kurt started crying before he’d even realised it. Quiet sobs leaving his lips that turned into loud ones, tears streaming down his face that he swore at himself over, because they were blocking his vision as he drove. Swearing at himself for what’d just happened, and for not keeping his eyes on the shitty road, as he rubbed and scratched at his face, uncaring as to how hard he scrubbed.

Oh my God. He... he didn’t mean to. He didn’t even know what had happened! He didn’t want to kiss her he loved you! No... How was he going to tell you he cheated on you?

You’re not expecting the keys jingling in your door. Kurt normally texts you before he finishes his shift, to ask if you want anything on the way home, but you can’t imagine it’s anyone else. Looking through the peephole, you see Kurt’s form and smile, immediately opening your door, since you were quicker than him. But your heart drops into your stomach when you see Kurt there, sobbing his heart out.

“Kurt!! Baby, what happened?!” You ask him worriedly, bringing him in as you shut the door, your mouth dry as Kurt cries and cries out loud. His face is red, sleeves wet with tears, his body hung low, the sight of him is breaking your heart. He can’t even meet your eyes, his own red and blurred with tears. You’re worried he’s hurt.

“Honey what’s wrong?!” You ask seriously, pulling him in for a hug as you bring him close. But then Kurt pulls himself off you. You look back at him anxiously, Kurt never denies a hug from you. And now you’re really worried he’s hurt.

“No.” Kurt sniffs loudly, still sobbing into his sleeves. “I-I don’t deserve your help.” He moans forlornly, crying loudly again. A choking sound spluttering from his throat as he whines depressedly. Helplessly.

That worries you, you can’t lie. You take a step back, giving him space. But you look Kurt up and down carefully, your eyebrows scrunched. “Kurt, what’s going on?”

Kurt wails again, and you really want to help him, but now dread fills your stomach. And after Kurt rips his cry out, he sobs out his confession. “I’m sorry. I- I cheated on you!” He wails.

You dodge back, blinking rapidly. You’re not even frozen, you’re just... in shock. You can’t believe what he just said, it was just so far out there. “...Kurt!?!?!” You ask, in a ‘what the hell dude’ type tone. Which isn’t how you thought you’d react to your boyfriend telling you he cheated on you for the first time. But you’re so thrown aback, you’re not even thinking. You’re just dumbfounded.

“I didn’t mean to!!!!” Kurt yelled out, tears falling straight onto his shirt as his face grimaces like he’s in pain.

But the way he says it makes you pause. It gives you very different vibes than something like the whole ‘it was an accident’ excuse type vibes. It doesn’t remind you of someone pretending they made a mistake, to earn forgiveness. Something’s not right. Because you can tell Kurt’s really upset.

“Okay Kurt stop stop stop stop stop.” You pull a hand out flat, taking a second to work the cogs in your head, as Kurt looks to you. “What do you mean you didn’t mean to?” You asked not in accusatory way, but in a genuinely questioning one. And when Kurt tells you what happened, your heart sinks. You look him up and down as he explains, and you can tell how badly this affected him. You understand now. “Oh Kurt honey!”

You pull Kurt right into your arms, throwing them around him and holding him close, wanting him to know you don’t want to let go. It seems to work, because Kurt cries into you. He wraps his arms around you too, holding you tightly to him, as he gasps cries into your ear. His cheeks wet as they press against yours, whining unintelligible whimpers as you nuzzle your cheek against his, still sniffing behind you as he embraces your warmth. He just needs your comfort, and your love, so badly right now. He doesn’t know why you’re giving it to him, but he is not letting go.

When you pull back, you only do so enough to face Kurt. His hands are still under your arms, holding the back of your ribs, while you bring your hands up to cup his flushed, and scrubbed raw cheeks, still dripping with tears. “Oh Kurt honey, that was a non consensual kiss. You’re okay Kurtie, you’re alright.” Your last words hit him differently. You’re not just saying them as in, he’s okay and forgiven, you’re saying it like you’re repeating that he’s safe. Kurt sniffles as he takes in your words, turning them around in his head, that’s still banging because he thought he was going to come home to you throwing him away. And now his brain’s whirring as it translates your words. “Wh- what?” He sniffs.

You stroke your hand soothingly down his heated cheek, your other rubbing his shoulder calmingly. “Honey she just kissed you, when you’d been rejecting her advances the entire time, right? And by the sounds of it, very clearly, to her face.” Kurt nods, eyes searching yours, and you rub his cheek with your thumb. “Honey she kissed you when you didn’t want to kiss her back. You didn’t consent. I would never be mad at you for that happening!” You explain so clearly to him. Upset on his behalf, trying to calm him, wanting him to understand. You were way more worried about him, than he should be about you being upset.

“W-w-wait...” Kurt blinks his tears away, smacking his wet lips agaisnt his dry mouth, as he pulls you in closer, so your legs are touching again. As much touch as he can get. He’s getting a headache, sighing as he falls and leans his forehead against yours. Feeling the banging eventually slow, as your skin cools his to the touch. He wraps his arms more around you. “Wait really?”

You nod against his head, before moving it back. You wrap your arms around Kurt’s neck to show you’re not leaving, but you want him to look at you. “Try and reverse it. What if a guy in that situation, didn’t care that I said I had a boyfriend, didn’t care that I kept pushing him away, or ignoring him. What if I was in your shoes back there Kurt, and a guy had kissed me?”

You saw things change in Kurt’s mind then. His face went steely, his eyes dark and far off, it looked like Kurt had murder written all over him. It was enough, you knew. Your hand softly stroked through his hair, in the calming pattern you knew he liked. “See? It was non consensual. You didn’t cheat, baby.” You reassure him for what you knew would be the last time, sniffing yourself now as you took in how bad Kurt’s day had been, how stressed out he was about telling you, as he finally stops crying. “You didn’t mean for it to happen sweetheart.” Kurt’s features had finally softened completely again, and you kept looking him right in the eyes. “It wasn’t your fault Kurt.”

You suggest Kurt taking the rest of the day off, just hanging out with you, and he agrees. He gives you one more big hug, one of his hugs that just surrounds you, before sniffling that he’s gotta pee, and then he’s going to take a shower. He’s newly pissed off now, at this girl, so the first thing he does is find her account and block her. Serves her right that he never followed for follow. He’s never had to block anyone before, even big haters, because numbers were numbers, but you stuck up for him like you always did, and made him realise when people were assholes, and he didn’t deserve that.

When he turns the shower on, he’s calmed again. So he peeks his head out the door, calling your name. When you turn to him, the first thing you say is “You want me to come in there with you?” And Kurt’s so happy you can read his mind. Relief washes over him once you’re in the same room with him again, as well as the scalding water. He rubs it over his face, tiredly, and he leans his head back when you starts scritching at his back, in that spot he loves. He calms down as you wash his hair for him. And he ends up just cuddling you in the shower. Resting his head on you as he lightly sways you two chest to chest. Playing with the hair at the nape of your neck, as you lather up more body wash in your hands.

And once you two are out, and you’ve brought Kurt a clean set of pyjamas that he hasn’t been working in all day, he relishes in you two just collapsing together, and getting to cuddle you early in the sun he hardly sees at home, after an emotionally intense day. He mumbles questions occasionally. The first asking what you were doing, when you tell him you’re ordering his favourite meal. And as you’re on your phone, the rest of his words are pretty incomprehensible against your skin, where his face is smushed so much, his nose breathing is pretty heavy. But you think he might just be mumbling for the sake of it, and he wants to hear your voice. So you always give some sort of response back, affirming him.

The rest of your day, Kurt spends getting covered in all cuddles and the kisses he could want. While getting to keep you close in return. Never leaving the bubble of your smell, and your warmth, and your kind voice. Kurt’s just happy to be at home with you. Happy to be reassured once again, that this is his home now

[dancedance-resolution]

so! guess who is withholding $60+ in tips from me 🥰

[sevikasmainwhore]

I really liked your SevikaXVirginReader hcs, so how about the rest of the Arcane ladies? (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

Arcane Ladies w/ Virgin!Reader

!!MDNI!!

Requested ⇢ Yes/No

Type ⇢ Headcanons ❥

❤️ When you told Vi you saw what looked like a look of pride in her eye. “Are you serious?” She asked. You told her over and over that you were so serious. She finally got it and she start joking about it. “No wonder you get so excited whenever we make out” This got you, she laughed at your reaction. She teases you more but in a very VERY eager to fuck you kind of way. It didn’t take too long until you said you were ready. She was excited. Really Excited. Of course she put you first so she went slow, making sure to pay attention to most sensitive parts of your body. Your reactions were beautiful to her but it wasn’t until she started playing with you is when you got really loud.

💙 Caitlyn’s first thought was “Are you serious?, How??” You being a virgin came as a surprise to her because your always flirting with her. Making suggestive comments towards her. It really did throw Caitlyn back a few feet. She didn’t know what to feel. But she did have a sense of pride in knowing that she would be the one to mold you into the little slut she wanted. That thought is what kept her going until you go ally gave her the okay. She pounced in you like an animal. You were scared she was gonna make it hurt or even leave once she got what wanted. She slowed down once she saw how scared you were and just went slow. Kissing up and down your neck, giving you hickeys all over and just rubbing you all over. This got you really excited. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry”

💛 “You are??” Mel was calm about it, but like Vi, she should’ve guessed it since you act like one. Anytime you’d both be making out or even her just giving you hickeys on your neck, you’d whine and whimper like it was the best feeling in the world. Mel thought you were overreacting but once you told her everything started making since. Then she had that thought of “What other sounds can you make?” For the next few days Mel couldn’t keep her hands to herself. She never pressured you into sleeping with her but once you finally said “I want you to fuck me” she thought it was because of her. She started off slow, kissing you down there and listening to your whines. Anytime she planted a kiss on your most sensitive parts you’d let out a breathy whine. “Let’s see how many more sounds I can get out of you”

🧡 Grayson was shocked for a little bit but the thought of her being your first really pushed her. “No one’s touched you before?” She’ll ask all kinds of questions. Some a bit out there and some just to keep you thinking. “Have you touched yourself?” This was an out there question. She asked this all the time, just watching you squirm all bothered made her excited. Couldn’t help but think how you’d react with her fingers inside you, or have her mouth toying with your nipples. When it was finally time, Grayson played with you a little longer without touching you. She used her words, watching how excited you got. “Did you think of me when you did it?” “So good for me” “I want to hear you baby”

🤎 Ambessa already knew. “Huh?” “You really think I wouldn’t find out?” You were embarrassed completely and she just laughed. She didn’t rush you into anything and was always so gentle with you, but that never helped anything. She’d do the most simplest things like putting her hands on your hips when she wants to get by, or even graze your hand when she’s giving you something. You were ready for her but she didn’t think you were. It took her forever to finally give you what you want. “Be careful what you wish for”. She started slow, her big hands felt huge all over you, she whispered dirty words in your ear just to rile you up. It was experience for you but it was a one of many rounds for her.

💟 Renata already knew as well. “You whine like a bitch, it’s very obvious y/n” You didn’t know what to feel. What did she think? She never brought it up but her kisses did feel rougher that usual so maybe she used it to her advantage. You trusted her enough to never push you to your limits though so when you gave her the okay she was completely understanding. You were in her lap and she was kissing all over your neck, she used her hand to rub you down there and you immediately opened them up for he. “So easy, just ready for me”

🤍 Cassandra didn’t say anything when you told her, but you figured she knew but she kept the conversation going like it was second hand. But her behavior changed. She teased you a lot more. You’d be walking together and she’d just rest her hand on the back of your neck or even your ass. Says your overreacting when you say something about. “Oh quit complaining, I’ve barely touched you” This would go on for days until she did something that really got you excited. You have her full consent to do whatever but she didn’t do anything. She played with you. She would sit across from you while you sat on the bed and tell you to play with yourself. “Touch yourself” “I want to hear you” Would tell you to tell her what your thinking about when you do it. If you didn’t get yourself self off fully, that’s when she’ll step in.

note: pt 2 with corruption kink😊 also, how do we feel about timebomb headcanons (jinx x ekko)?

[33roda]

Kaeya X Dom!Reader <3

tags: tiddy sucking (m!receiving), butt fingering, (m!receiving), brat taming kinda, gn!reader I think !!

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Yet another exhausting Abyss Order attack, finally over with.

It was a quite difficult one at that, having required a whole army of knights at the gates of Mondstadt, so Kaeya invited the team to a drink at Angel's Share, out of all places. Even after all the energy that used up, he's still in the mood for drinks?

Well, that didn't matter anyway, because either way, you would've been forced to go either by Kaeya or by Lisa. You sat quietly next to Kaeya, listening to him chat with the other knights.

"Ah, another success.. Of course, we couldn't have done it without our Honorary Knight here," he chatted, sounding as sarcastic as ever. "You truly are a new storm after all."

He rested his hand on your shoulder while holding up his third glass of sparkling wine of the night, chuckling at how Amber was already tipsy after one sip of beer. Jean held her up, furrowing her eyebrows tightly, looking for where Lisa went. Probably off to flirt with the new naive bartender. Everyone's enjoying their time here while she had to babysit Amber and Lisa?

"Of course, Y/N. It is truly an honor to celebrate this with our new Honorary Knight." she stumbled as she continued holding up Amber and wiping her drool with napkins, her slurring drowned out by the noises in the background. You let out a polite smile, showing your appreciation to everyone on the table.

"Thank you, Grand Master. It was a pleasure working with you today." The table was awkward. Too formal, too stiff, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind it, just smirking and slowly sipping on his wine. You almost started wondering and fantasizing about when it'd be time to leave, but as soon as you thought of that, you felt Kaeya's hand slide off your shoulder and started gently caressing your thighs. Ah, expected. Of course there had to be an ulterior motive to his invitation, not that you minded. Taking advantage of the loud, distracting chatter in the background, he ducked his head next to your ear just enough so you could feel his hot breath against it.

"You sure look bored, Y/N. Quite rude of you to not respect etiquette," he whispered against your ear and chuckled. "I have something more fun for you later. Meet me outside the bar once the rest leave."

Ha. Finally, something interesting this night. You had nothing to lose anyway, so why not entertain his request? his actions motivating you to just get the night over with, you try to be more friendly with Jean to lessen the tenseness in the air, her unaware of the touching and groping exchanged between you and Kaeya underneath the table.

Lisa would never seem to return, and Jean eventually got tired of the Outrider hiccuping and slurring on her words next to her, deciding it was best for everyone to just go home. Exchanging goodbyes to everyone, Kaeya escorted them outside, looking back and shooting you a wink and a smug smile before leaving the tavern. Oh what you'd do to wipe that smug smile off his face, and you'd be sure to do just that tonight. You started packing up your stuff, taking your sweet time with it, thinking about how you're keeping The Cavalry Captain waiting. You can already picture how he'll be squirming and begging to be touched.. What a pretty sight, you thought, as you exit the tavern door to be greeted with silence for a second; then the husky voice of a grumpy-looking Kaeya.

"Took ya long enough, Honorary Knight," he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an excuse or an apology, getting a figurative slap in the face when he got teasing instead.

"Oh, so sorry, Captain, did my touch make you so needy in there you couldn't wait for a few minutes?," you cooed, giving him as much of a smug smile as he was giving you earlier.

"Hm," he scoffed. Resistance? from a new knight like you? that's new. He was known to be irresistible, to both men and women, being all dolled up with his fancy fur and chains. At least he still has you in his hands, he thought.

Thank Barbatos the streets were empty ‒ if anyone saw you leading the Captain to your house in the dead of the night, the rumours would not sound pretty for either of you. But rumours were the least of your concerns, being in your room with Kaeya holding you against the wall and leaning down to whisper in your ear as you twirled his ponytail in your fingers from behind.

"Getting you here was easier than expected, Y/N," he taunted, "I'm starting to think you've wanted this for some time."

"In your dreams," you looked up at him. To be honest, he was a very attractive man - looking down at you with half lidded eyes and that smirk that never seemed to fade. He shot down to kiss you, but it was too early, you thought. He had to earn it. You grabbed his ponytail, forcing him to throw his head back and expose his pretty little neck to you. His eyes going wide as you started tracing circles on his exposed chest - now that was a sight to appreciate. Funny, he's the captain yet his skin felt smooth and silky against your calloused hands.. now you understand why he liked showing it off so bad. Switching hands to grab him by the face, you snickered, "It seems like you've been the one planning this, Sir Kaeya. Actually, how about you let me be your master tonight, hm?"

"You think it's that easy? Insulting of you, Y/N," you raised an eyebrow at the disobedience, even with your hands grabbing his cheeks, his words coming out slurred. Should've expected that from a smug fuck like Kaeya. "Prove yourself to me."

"You really are a brat. Not surprised, honey." you said, letting go of his cheeks and immediately diving into his chest to lick and suck at it, leaving it with red and purple bruises. Sliding your fingers across his wet chest and under his shirt, you flicked his nipple with your thumb before squeezing it, feeling him shudder standing in front of you. "What's wrong? can't handle it? need to lay down?" you didn't even let him finish before shoving him down into the bed, impressing him with your sudden strength. Giggling, you pinned his wrists down next to his head. "Just let me have my fun with those pretty tits of yours." Surprisingly, he didn't complain - instead, he just bit his lip and turned his head to the side, allowing himself to be touched. "Such a good boy, really,"

"Th-this is just a one time thing, Y/N, don't get your hopes up," he stuttered out between little gasps and squirms, "I promise you, I'll be stuffing you full tonigh- ngh!" he choked, feeling you move his shirt to the side and start lapping at his nipple. If he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell is now. Riling him up was easier than expected - although he'd never admit that. You continued nibbling at him, feeling his hardness underneath his pants on your stomach. Poor Kaeya, getting hard just from this?

"Sensitive, are we?" you commented between licks. "No wonder you love showing off your chest so much. Makes me think how you'd like showing the rest of you off?"

"You'd love to see that, huh?" he remained smug.

"Why yes, I would, Captain," you purred. You started unbuckling his belt and stripping him all the way down to his underwear, leaving so much more area for you to lick, kiss, and just ruin. "Such a pillow princess. Are you like this with everyone else?"

"N-no!" he exclaimed, looking insulted. "Just strip me already, Y/N." Honestly, it was pretty funny how he tried to mask his horniness, even with his dick as hard as ever under you, face flushed and breathing heavily.

"I'm not stripping you unless you call me your master. And if you strip yourself," you held up his chin with your fingers, "I'll just leave you here, naked and horny, with no pleasure at all. Your choice, Kaeya."

"Master.. please, please strip me - I need more, anything, please," he sounded like he was about to cry. How adorable, his pride crumbling right before him, all just so he could have your touch..

"Good boy."

You pulled down his tight blue underwear down to his ankles, freeing his oh-so-pretty cock. He was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, his dick would be useless to you tonight. "How pretty," you hummed, tracing every vein with your fingers, feeling every throb. "You want more, don't you? I want to hear you beg for more."

"More, please, I n-need you to touch me master, please," gasping, he tried rutting against your hand, rubbing himself on you, anything - but failing. "I want it so bad,"

Having the Cavalry Captain being your little bitch wasn't so bad after all. Laughing at his little whines and pathetic attempts to get off on your hand, you grabbed him and started pumping gently, watching his reactions in pure amusement. His usually striking eyes shut closed, eyebrows tight, his mouth wide open - it was all a sight to behold. Groans and whimpers filling the room, he continued trying to thrust harder into your hand, chasing his release. But baby, he had no idea the plan was entirely different than he thought.

He really thought it was just a bit of teasing, then you'd make him cum with your hands, or fuck you tight. But you stopped pumping him, leaving him whining and begging for more, a look of pitiful disappointment on his face. It almost made you feel bad.

"It's not gonna be that easy, pretty boy," you slapped his thighs, "legs up for me baby."

"H-huh?" he looked genuinely confused, still in a daze from the sudden disappearance of your hand on his cock. Not letting him waste any time, you lifted his legs all the way up by yourself.

"Can't even take orders?" you smacked his ass, making it jiggle and let out that filthy noise. You were impressed how loud it was, honestly. "What would the other knights think seeing you like this, Kaeya? maybe you want them to hear you get fucked? see you all spread out for your master?" Not even giving him a chance to respond, you shoved your fingers in his mouth, he could only hum little "mmphs" and nods in your direction. "I never knew our Captain would be such a slut," you watched in amusement as he coated your fingers in drool, looking up at you in desperation. "I'll give you exactly what you want." smiling at him, you rubbed your saliva-coated fingers against his hole for a few seconds before shoving a finger in to prep him. He wanted more, evidently, by the way he kept humping down against your finger with hesitant moans.

"Y-You're doing it all wrong," he slipped off your fingers with heavy breaths, "let me show you how it's done, master," You raised an eyebrow, and as soon as you were gonna grab him by his throat and punish him, he spread himself out even further with his hands, looking to get a reaction out of you. It was his first time doing this with someone else, but he's definitely fucked himself in front of a mirror before. Who wouldn't love to watch his body like that, anyway?

Shoving two fingers inside himself, he started looking for his spot, erratically humping the air looking for more stimulation, anything; but the most you'd do is stroke his thighs with a smile on your face, teasing him even further. He was obviously just trying to put on a show for you, make you watch him stretch himself out and look at him make the most erotic faces for you - he'd even make sure the whole of Mondstadt heard him get fucked, as if he wasn't gonna wear your hickeys like an award in front of the other knights tomorrow. Watching him fuck in and out of himself, listening to the filthy noises his ass made; you couldn't help but cross your legs a little. "Do you like it, master?" he whimpered.

"I know what you're doing, prince," you answered, "trying so hard to get more.. such a desperate bitch, don't you think?" he nodded in agreement. "Well, since you've been so good.." turning him over, you pushed his face down into the bed. He was already arching his back for you - his pretty hole all wet and ready to get fucked. "You'll still have to work for it, though," you laughed, hearing him groan in protest into the bed. Gently pushing your digits into him, you ordered, "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Kaeya."

Immediately obeying, he pushed himself back onto your fingers, dick flailing under him, sobbing and begging for you to just fuck him yourself - maybe if he obeyed for a little, you'd finally do it? "Such a good boy. And to think you wanted to fuck me?"

You wouldn't let go until you found his spot, curving your fingers towards his navel, making his legs give out from all the pleasure - the Captain was simply a doll in your hands to play with. Even when his legs gave out, only then would you finally fuck him yourself, his tears staining your bed alongside his cum. Fucking his spot even when your arms got tired, you had to make him cum again. His moans getting more and more high-pitched with every fuck into him, squirming and grinding his ass against you, he finally came again with a throaty moan filling the room. You pulled out of him and gave his ass a quick smack, letting him take his breath before turning over to face you. His cum all over his stomach and chest was a sight to remember, dick twitching, his face blushy and pretty lips open gasping.

Sliding your fingers across his chest, you picked up some of his cum and put it near his mouth, waiting for him to put his tongue out to lick it. He did just that, making eye contact with you, and even holding your wrist in place so he could lick it all up. "Good puppy."

He'll definitely be limping around the other knights tomorrow.. Not that he minded. He'll absolutely be teasing you again at the Knights of Favonious headquarters, anyway.

[wizkiddx]

hiiiii !!! if you are accepting requests at the moment, can i ask something about reader and tom expecting a baby, one day while he’s drunk she sees him flirting with another women and when she confronts him he snaps at her and tells her he’s not ready for this “shit”. So they broke up and broke contact for months, until he shows in her apartment regretting his words and they talk but she suddenly at that moment gets into labor?!? I remember seeing a concept similar in a movie but I would love if you couldn’t bring it to life! Thank you so much in advance, appreciate your work a lot 🧸🤎

right so I loved this so much it has become a multiple parter and im not even going to apologise. so thanku so so much anon for getting me out a little rut!!!

summary: when toms caught out all hope looks lost - probs part 1 of 3 but it could get a bit longer too lol

warnings: serious angst, reference to abortion, cheating, a whole lot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry)

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“Hi babe, just to let you know Yamna’s invited me out for dinner this evening so don’t worry if you get home early and im not back! I love you x”

It was a spur of the moment plan, which was a rarity recently. The past 5 months since you’d found out, you could name barely 5 occasions you’d been out past 8 oclock- trading your heels for fuzzy slippers and dresses for massively oversized tops and joggers. It wasn’t how you had expected to be spending the summer before your 25th birthday but it was now your life. The rooftop bars, the wild nights, the get aways had all sort of been cancelled for… for the rest of your life.

Because an 8 month pregnant belly isn’t something you can ignore.

Sure…. it wasn’t the plan. Not the plan to be pregnant with your boyfriend of only 6 months, who at the time you didn’t even live with. But you were making it work. And now, you were just excited. It was the start of a new story with Tom, and you’d got past the phase of being sad and mourning your youth. Because the little bubba inside of you, she was pretty awesome and you really couldn’t wait to meet her.

So yes, you had been home alone eating ice cream from a tub when Yamna knocked on the door. She’d been one of your best mates for as long as you could remember so when she’d turned up unannounced with mascara smeared under her eyes you’d cancelled your plans of a pathetic alone evening. Her boss had just given her the sack - which was no surprise. He was a backwards tory old git who couldn’t handle the fact Yamna was a woman doing the job better than he could ever dream of.

So yes, you’d suggested going out to the fancy new bar down the road - to celebrate the fact she no longer had to put up with the arsehole. Obviously you couldn’t drink and neither did Yamna, but you go to a bar for the atmosphere - and the selection of mocktails they had was insane.

Your boyfriend Tom was already out, he said he had a meeting and then dinner with some execs he needed to shmoosh. Of course you didn’t mind, but he had been working a lot recently, in order to be able to have the time off when your baby girl arrives.

So after sending a little text and giving Yamna another hug to try and turn the evening from disappointment to celebration you walked out the door with a smile on your face. Maybe you could pretend, just for an evening to not be pregnant and whale-like?

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The bar was just a 10 minute walk so it wasn’t long before the two of you were soaking up the atmosphere. It was all decorated in a rustic fashion, with old exposed wood and dangling lightbulbs from the ceiling and the drinks were incredible. The type that have dry ice or flames or some other sort of fantastical display of edible decorations. Even Yamna had perked up, especially when a guy from the table across had bought you both a round of drinks.

“I’m just gonna pop to the loo.”

“Do you really need the toilet or do you just want to parade infornt of the fit rich man who keeps looking at you?”

“ Is both an option?” You laughed as Yamna slipped off her stool, winking rather dramatically as she did so. She was unbelievable - but at least this way she wasn’t thinking about her work, or lack thereof, anymore.

Happily you sat scrolling though your phone, seeing that tom had messaged you with an okay, before flicking through instagram.

And that was where the happiness ended.

For in a hurried manner, with a face looking a lot more ghosted than when she left, Yamna took her seat again.

“Are you okay?” Immediately your worry took over, the way she was biting her lip and not meeting your eyes not helping.

“I um yeh-yeh. Just I think I saw Tom.”

“Tom as in my Tom?” Her almost guilty looking nod had your scrunching your eyebrows, why was it such a big deal Tom was inside?

“He didn’t see me I don’t think but er… he just looked pretty close to a girl and I-“

To be honest you stopped listening at that point, heart dropping out the bottom of your chest. Because it made sense, he had been so distant recently and even if you’d been lying to yourself that it were work - this seemed much more likely. Whilst nodding along, pretending to listen to Yamna, instead your attention was solely focused on fiddling with the promise ring he’d got you after the two of you decided to keep the baby. He’d been so committed, so ready for this unexpected news. He’d said he was in for the long haul.

“Y/n?”

“sorry I um… it’s probably just a work colleague he needs to sweet talk. I’ll um-I’ll just go say hello.”

“I’m coming with you.” She spoke astutely, very much forcing herself into the situation.

“No no I’ll… I’ll come back if I need you, just wait here.”

Her face was so grim and destitute, as much as you were pretending it was okay - you knew it wasn’t. Before Yamna could protest further, you slipped off your seat ( clumsily thanks to the elephant belly) and walked with fake confidence back inside.

It took you barely 3 seconds to hone in on Tom, call it mothers intuition. He was on a booth in the corner with 5 others on his table but none of whom you recognised. It was 2 other guys and 3 girls - the six all paired off in mathcingly initimate conversations. Apart from that you payed almost zero attention to the others, attention solely focused on your boyfriend and the girl he had his arm round.

She was everything you weren’t. She was skinny - you, as previously mentioned, looked like you had a beachball stuffed under your top. She was blonde with sleek and perfectly styled waves at the tips of her long her - yours was thrown into a messy bun due to the last minute plans.

Most importantly - right now she was wrapped in Toms arms, whilst you stood alone watching.

God knows what came over you, but with confidence you never normally had you marched up to the table, just waiting at the end. One of the men you didn’t recognised, arrogantly asked you ‘can I help you’ - but you completely disregarded it, eyes solely fixed on Tom. He took a moment more to look away from the leggy girl, but as soon as he did his eyes grew massively wide.

“Y/n I-I-“

“Fancy bumping into you, I thought you were out with work executives?” Frantically casting his gaze across the table, you could see the cogs whirring to try and come up with an explanation.

“No I-I was but then Charlie here came over, we used to be mates at school and-“

“Oh fuck off Tom., I cant deal with this right now.”

You didn’t even have the energy to listen to his clearly fake excuses as to why he’d landed himself in that situation. You also certainly did not have it in you to maintain the strong face, you could feel everything shattering inside of you.

Because it was so blindingly obvious by how he had acted. You’d caught him out and you both knew it.

And it fucking hurt like hell.

So you exited the bar as fast as physically possible, hearing the shouts of both Yamna and Tom behind you. You didn’t know what you needed in that moment - except that neither of them were the answer. Tom though, presumably the faster of the two, managed to catch up - grabbing your arm to make you halt in the road.

There was this moment between the two of you that time almost seemed to freeze. The two of you, in an otherwise pretty empty residential street, at 9:30 at night, in a moment that you would never have again. From your point of view, you saw the slightly bloodshot and bleary eyes, widened with panic and fear. For Tom he saw the floods of tears down your cheeks, which you hadn’t even noticed were freely streaming.

But in that moment there was, at least, the slightest bit of peace. The slightest bit of hope - that he could explain, that he had some ludicrous but valid reason for the situation you had walked in on. Just a smidgen of hope that this were recoverable.

But then he had to open his bloody mouth.

“Y/n I swear nothing-“

“That didn’t look like fucking nothing!”

“It was I swear! We just-“

“Tom this is your one and only chance. I don’t care if your off your face, if you don’t give my a miracle of a reason as to what the fuck THAT was - then I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that Y/n, you don’t mean th-“ He tried to grab your hand which you snatched away, like you had just scalded it on a hot plate. Like he had hurt you.

“I swear to god I’ve never meant anything more. So cut the shit.”

“FIne-fine! Um so we were at the meeting and then on the way out I bumped into George and hes been a good mate of mine for years.” All you did was hum, arms crossed and making sure you had a metre of distance between the two of you.

“So he said god you look like you need a drink and I agreed because its been stressful as hell recently.”

“Oh its been stressful; for YOU has it? I’m so sorry Thomas, has it been hard for you while i’ve been throwing my lungs up with morning sickness? Has it been stressful that I’ve been running on zero hours sleep because she kicks me all bloody night? ” Your words were laced in a posioned sarcasm, to which Tom just stammered to.

“Please just let me.” Given he was supposed to be fighting for you, he sounded pretty darn defeated already.

“I said yes to the drink.” He skipped out the bit that had angered you, to which you rolled your eyes at. “And one turned into two and more and then I don’t know-“

“Your going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You deadpanned, taking a small step further back still.

“I mean it! The girls were all his friends and we were just talking.”

“Just talking? All pressed up and arms round her?”

“Yes!” As indignant as he retorted, it didn’t not make up for what you had seen with your own eyes.

“Your such a bullshitter Tom!”

“God why wont you just listen to me?” He cried, wobbly doing a little 360 on the spot, in what appeared to be exasperation.

“Because your just spouting fucking lies! And you try and blame it all on poor little tommo being stressed which is-“

“I HAVE BEEN! Running round after you! I’m just tired of this shit!!! So kill me, for having one night of freedom!”

Tom was too deep in his angry lecture to take any notice of you. Which is why, once finished, he waitied, breath heavy and nose flaring. He was waiting for you to scream back at him. To give it back. He was too drunk to notice the change in your demeanor.

“I’m tired of this shit.”

It was just reverberating round your head. Again and again and again. He was tired of your relationship and you hadn’t even become parents yet. He was at his wits-end and the baby was still unborn. What the fuck was going to happen when baby arrived? Clearly there was no hope. It was dead. Your relationship was dead with no chance of revival.

Because he’d said it. Your relationship was shit, and nobody can put up with something they hate for that long. Not 18 years. Not while bringing up a child.

So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

?to be continued?

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[oreomonsterhunter]

“I’m not wearing my sexy underwear tonight”

Pairing: Johnny x reader (or OC)

Word Count: 3988

Genre: fluff, not smut but they both really wanna toe the line

Warnings: language, some sexy kisses (cover your eyes kids)

Summary: Johnny takes his best friend on their first date

A/N: this has absolutely morphed into a long term couple, because apparently Princess has taken the reins 😂 if you like this, check out the rest of their story so far on my masterlist!

You were nervous.  Friends with Johnny since diapers, and somehow you were nervous to meet him in five minutes.  You glanced at the time—make that four minutes.

Pacing back and forth in front of the door, you smoothed down your dress again.  All Johnny had told you was to dress up.  He might be a fashion king, but he wasn’t exactly the best at sharing details.  You’d teetered between twenty different outfits before finally settling on a happy medium.  Couldn’t show up to a museum in an evening gown.  Well, you supposed you could, if you even owned one.  So the little black dress at the back of your closet was the final choice.  Safe enough for just about every venue, since Johnny hadn’t told you where your date would be.

You sucked in a breath, fighting against the nerves tight in your stomach.  Your first date, oh my gosh.  How were you supposed to date Johnny?  You’d done practically everything together already, what made this different from going to the movies together last week?  Aside from the obvious—last week, you didn’t know what Johnny’s lips felt like on yours.

Then you groaned at your sudden realization.  Jeez, you couldn’t do anything right in this relationship with Johnny.  You were about to have your first date but you’d already had a hot and heavy makeout session at an unmentionable hour of the morning.  So much for “will I kiss him afterwards?”  Dating for five seconds, and everything was already out of order.  You wanted to scream, but before your thoughts could really start spiraling, you heard a knock at the door.

You were sweating, oh gosh.  Did you need to reapply deodorant?  You froze, staring at nothing.  Until another knock sounded, this time accompanied by Johnny’s familiar voice, “Yo, are you ready to go?”

You sagged in relief.  Nothing else would have snapped you out of the nervous cycle better than Johnny being….well, Johnny.  And when you finally convinced yourself to open the door, the sight of his easy smile was enough for yours to appear, too.

“Well, uh, hi,” he stuttered, making you giggle.

You slipped on your shoes, grabbed a small purse, and locked the door behind you.  Then you linked arms with Johnny, “Alright, where to, mystery man?  You haven’t told me anything.”

“That’s mostly because I didn’t figure anything out until today.”

Biting your lip to hold back a giggle, you tugged him down the hallway.  “No wonder you didn’t share much detail.  I should’ve known.”

Johnny tightened his grip on you when you stepped out of the elevator, leading you to the car.  He didn’t say much, which was a bit out of character.  Frowning up at him, you tried to meet his gaze.  He finally looked down at you when he opened the passenger door for you to get in.  “You, uh, you look really nice tonight.”

A small smile bloomed, “Not looking so bad yourself, hot stuff.”

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Apparently Johnny had picked out a restaurant for dinner.  A fancy restaurant.  You read through the list of entrees with a barely-concealed grimace.  “Do you know what any of these words mean?” you asked him.

Johnny beamed at you, “Nope, that’s half the fun.”

A waiter walked by with a tray destined for another table, and you both gaped at the miniscule portion sizes.  “Those look like appetizers,” Johnny said, goggling at the tiny salad. “Maybe I can order several steaks. I’d need about five of them.” He started eyeing the menu again.

“As long as you’re picking up the tab,” you joked.

“Oh, I thought you were,” he said, all wide eyed innocence.  You smacked his arm with your menu, fighting a grin at his usual antics.  The couple at the next table shot you a look, and you hunched back in your seat.

“Don’t worry, I’m paying.  Order whatever you’d like,” Johnny said, still puzzling over the ridiculous dinner options.

You frowned, reaching for your water.  But shoot, it probably cost five bucks for tap, you thought with no small amount of horror.  You set it back down before you drained more of Johnny’s wallet.

After a few more minutes of torturous silence, trying not to fidget too much, you leaned forward.  “Do we even have a waiter?”

Johnny jerked upright, looking over his shoulder at the man in question.  “I don’t know?”

“I’ve been trying to make eye contact with the staff for five minutes and they’re all ignoring me.”

Johnny blinked at you.  “Wait, are you ready to order?”

“No, I wanna ask if they charge for water.”

“No one charges for water,” he chortled.

“I bet it’s five bucks a glass,” you said, crossing your arms.

Now Johnny was really laughing, and half the restaurant was staring at your table.  “Only if it’s imported from the crystal springs of Iceland,” he said, grinning.

“Wait, really?”

“Hell if I know,” Johnny said, making you snort some of your water.  You shrunk down in your chair, hiding your red face while he kept laughing.

“I don’t know this man,” you said to the people at the next table. They stared at you, whispering among themselves.  Pouting, you turned back to Johnny.  “I can’t believe you booked a table here,” you cocked an eyebrow at him.  “I thought we were burger joint people, not escargot snobs.”

“Do you really not wanna eat here?” he asked, propping his elbows on the table.

You opened your mouth to respond, but your waiter finally showed up to take your order.  “Good evening, can I interest you in anything else to drink?”

“Any Icelandic sparkling water?”  Now Johnny was the one snorting inelegantly.

The waiter laughed, despite not knowing the joke.  “Can I interest you in a bottle of red?  You seem like a red wine woman.”

You smiled politely, reaching for the wine list when he offered it to you.  “Sure, I’ll take a look.”

The waiter smirked, eyes landing on you.  “I’ll have to card you, miss.”

Your brows raised, but you complied, digging out your wallet.  Across the table, Johnny cleared his throat, “Do I look like a red wine guy?”  But the waiter barely glanced at him before his eyes were back on you.

“Your photo doesn’t do you justice,” the waiter commented, handing your ID back.

“No one looks good in those pictures,” you chuckled.

“I beg to differ,” he said, then nodded at the wine list.  “What can I get you?”

You glanced over at Johnny, who was fidgeting enough to shake the table.  Curious.  “What do you recommend?” you asked, twirling a strand of hair around one finger.

“You might be interested in one of our finer vintages,” he began, leaning over your shoulder to point out a few wines on the list.  You heard a subtle sound, and out of the corner of your eye, saw Johnny’s fingers rapping the table at a rapidly increasing pace.  You bit your lip, focusing on the wines again, but not before adding a little more fuel to the fire.  Time to test your theory.  You crossed your legs, brushing one foot up Johnny’s calf in the process.  The man jumped as if electrocuted, his knees banging into the underside of the table.

“How about this one?” you asked innocently, looking up at the waiter again.

“A lovely choice, though it is on the higher range, so I’m not sure—”

“We’ll take it,” Johnny announced, plucking the wine list from your fingers and shoving it at the waiter.

You raised an eyebrow, but the waiter simply smiled at you, apparently unbothered by growly Johnny.  “I’ll bring that right out for you,” he said, taking the wine menu and leaving you to suffer over dinner options.

Johnny cleared his throat, leaning towards you again.  “That waiter’s a bit weird, huh?” he asked, watching the man walk away.  “He didn’t even ask what I wanted.”

You donned your best sparkly-eyed expression, “But he’s being so friendly!  He really deserves a nice tip, he had some helpful suggestions.”

Johnny frowned, “He’s obviously flirting with you.”

“No way,” you laughed, waving him off.

Johnny rolled his eyes, “Trust me.  He’s flirting with you more than I am, and I’m the one taking you on a date.”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table.  “Maybe you should start flirting with me some more, then.”

Johnny sent you an indecipherable look.  You wondered if your teasing had worked.  But Johnny seemed to have calmed down some, now that the helpful waiter was out of sight.  

You shrugged, sitting back in your chair.  You changed the subject, giving the man a break.  “Seriously, we don’t need to spend this much on dinner.  I feel bad.”

“I thought you’d like this place,” Johnny said, brows furrowing.

“I will literally go anywhere with you, it doesn’t matter, I just….I dunno, I feel like I don’t fit in here.”  You weren’t quite sure how to express your fear that people would call you a gold-digger or something, only dating Johnny now that he’d achieved success.  Even if the two of you knew better, it still made your stomach twist.  And not in the nice way it did while watching Johnny’s hands playing with his water glass.  Shoot, shoot, shoot, now his fingers were wet from the condensation.  You really didn’t need to know what that looked like.  Had his hands always been that large?  You shifted in your seat.

Johnny’s mouth twisted in a wry smile, “I don’t know if either of us really fit in with the rich old person vibe, but I heard the food is good.”

I’d rather have a bite of you, you thought to yourself, twisting the napkin in your lap.  You’d never seen him in a suit before.  Or at least, not in person.

Johnny coughed suddenly, staring at you with wide eyes.  “What?”

Oh shit, did you say that out loud?  Your cheeks burned.  “Um, I’d be, uh,” you stuttered, trying to cover your mistake, all confidence extinguished.  “We could get burgers, or something.”

Johnny sat back in his chair, eyes on yours.  He smirked, and you wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground.  Oh no, he definitely heard you.

“As long as I get to keep watching you,” Johnny said, voice low.  “You really are beautiful, not just tonight.  Every night.”

You opened your mouth, not sure what to say, but knowing that you wanted Johnny to keep looking at you like that.  Like you were the main course.  “Johnny, I—”

“Your wine, miss,” the waiter had returned.  You bit back a frown, knowing he was just doing his job.  But he seriously couldn’t have waited another minute?

“Thank you,” you murmured, sampling the first sip before allowing the waiter to pour both glasses.

“Can I interest you in any appetizers?” he asked, pouring Johnny’s wine.

You blinked, having forgotten the menu entirely.  Across the table, Johnny pulled out the menu, but before he could point anything out, the waiter was hovering over your shoulder.  “Might I recommend the cheese board?  It will pair beautifully with this bottle.”

“Might I tell you my order?” Johnny said.  His smile was sharper than before.  You might have teased him some more, but you got a bit distracted by Johnny’s jawline as he turned to speak to the waiter.  Honestly, you were having trouble tearing your eyes away from him all night.  It felt like seeing him for the first time, and in a way, you supposed you were.  You’d always known Johnny was attractive, since the time all boys started to look cute.  You’d just never let yourself think about it too much.  Best friend mental boundaries and all that.

Maybe if Johnny hadn’t said anything on that night, you wouldn’t have ever seen him like this.  You wouldn’t have allowed yourself to admire the column of his neck, or his long fingers as they unbuttoned the top of his shirt.  It would’ve been you and your stupid butterflies trapped in the friend zone forever.

Thoroughly distracted now, you bit your lip as you wondered what Johnny’s neck would look like with some new decorations.

“You realize they sell food here, right?  You don’t have to look at me like I’m an appetizer,” Johnny whispered across the table dramatically.  You startled, looking around, but the waiter had left at some point during your daydream.  Oh gosh, did you drool?  You pressed the back of your hand to your face discreetly, relieved to find nothing of the sort.

Then your brain caught up to Johnny, and you looked up at him with a smirk, “You’re too big to be an appetizer.”

Johnny choked on a laugh, covering his mouth to hide his smile when the other diners looked your way.  When he appeared to have himself under control again, he eyed you from head to toe—or at least what he could see from across the table.  He shot you a grin, “You’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?”

You watched him through your lashes, not quite sure what to make of him anymore.  You’d had your fair share of fun with other guys, but never in a million years had you imagined flirting with Johnny so blatantly.  Let alone in a fancy five star restaurant like this.

A sudden presence at your side startled you, and you jumped a little when the waiter reached over your shoulder to set a dish down.  “Sorry for startling you,” he murmured, moving away slightly, but not before brushing your shoulder in apology.  “Should I leave you with this for now, or are you ready to order?”

Johnny’s eyes flashed, and you bit back a curse at the waiter’s truly stellar ability to interrupt.  “We’re fine, thank you,” you said, unable to stop watching Johnny.  Or his hand, slowly tightening into a fist on top of the table.

“Would you like to hear the specials tonight?”

You donned a polite smile, nodding at the waiter to continue.  While he read down the list of fancy-sounding entrées, you turned your smile on Johnny, who was vibrating in his seat again.  You could’ve sworn your water glasses were shaking, and you held back a giggle.  You uncrossed and recrossed your legs, extra slowly to make sure he got the message when you “accidentally” brushed his knee this time.  The vibrations stopped, and his eyes burned into you.

“Thank you, we’ll keep looking over the menu,” Johnny interrupted the waiter, his voice deeper than before.  Your smile only grew.

Once the waiter was out of earshot, you leaned in.  “Can we leave?  I can’t even kiss you here.”

“Yep, yes, absolutely,” Johnny said, standing up the second the words were out of your mouth.  He nearly upended the table, making you snort.  “Right now,” he nodded, striding for the exit.

You scrambled out of your chair, rushing after him.  “Johnny,” you hissed, grabbing his sleeve.  “We didn’t pay yet.”

He came to a halt in the hallway, and you nearly ran into his back.  Then Johnny turned around, and you became very aware of the semi-secluded location as he moved closer.  You squeaked out a panicked, “Not here!”  You backed away until he finally reached out, one hand circling your waist to reel you in.

Johnny’s eyes moved over your shoulder, then back to yours.  He smirked, leaning in close enough for you to feel his lips brushing your cheek as he murmured, “Tell the valet to get the car.  I’ll grab the wine.”

You could’ve sworn you felt his hand brush down your back, lower.  Your cheeks burned hotter.  But when you turned, Johnny’s broad shoulders were disappearing around the corner, and the waiter was hurrying in the opposite direction.

* * * * *

You ended up ditching the car and walking around the neighborhood.  You only looked slightly out of place with your high heels and makeup when you ended up at a tteokbokki joint.  You’d played rock paper scissors between that and burgers, and Johnny won, as usual.

After dinner, you were reasonably close to your apartment, so Johnny offered to walk you home. It felt like another one of your late-night adventures, except you were usually in sneakers. When your feet got tired, you stopped in the middle of the block to take off the killer heels, sighing in relief.  You slung the straps over your wrist, prepared to keep trudging along, when Johnny swooped in.  One second, you were on the ground, the next, you were admiring the top view of Johnny’s ass from where you were dangling over his shoulder.

“Johnny, what the fuck,” you asked breathlessly, dying of laughter.  And from his shoulder digging into your diaphragm.

“Are you crazy?  You could cut your feet open,” he scolded you.

“At least there’s a nice view,” you sighed, reaching down to pat his butt.

Johnny put a little bounce in his next step, and you grunted at the impact.  You could practically feel his smug little grin.  “Hands off the merchandise.”

“How is that fair?  You totally copped a feel back at the restaurant.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bull,” you said.  “You went all ‘alpha male’ with that nice waiter.”

Johnny huffed, “I wasn’t jealous.”

You grinned in victory.  “I never said you were, mister offering-up-information.  Now put me down, you caveman.”

Johnny’s grip on your thighs loosened, and his hands slid up to your waist, holding you tightly as he helped you back down.  You froze for a second when your feet hit the ground, not expecting to be face-to-face with him so suddenly.  “Wait right there,” Johnny said firmly, finally releasing your waist.

You blinked at him in confusion, watching as he slid his suit jacket off.  Your eyes widened when he reached for you, but it was only to wrap the jacket around your waist, tying the sleeves into a knot to hold it in place.

“There,” Johnny said, nodding at his handiwork.  Then he turned, crouching down slightly.  “Alright, princess, hop on.”

You beamed at him, not that he could see it.  It wouldn’t be a walk with Johnny if he didn’t end up carrying you at the end of the night, you chuckled to yourself.  You were fiercely grateful to Johnny for thinking of his jacket—you weren’t quite sure how long your skirt was, now that you were wrapped around him like a koala.

“Thanks, Johnny,” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck.  “You’re the bestest.”  You left a smacking kiss on his cheek, and he laughed, tightening his hold on your legs.

Finally, you arrived at your apartment building.  You slid your heels back on, balancing with one hand on Johnny’s arm.  “I’ll walk you up,” he said once you straightened.

But when you got to your door, you hesitated, unsure what to say.  Was this the part where you kissed him goodnight?  You were torn, so at odds with the way the night resembled your old friend dates, only now things were different.  What were you supposed to do?

“So,” Johnny drawled, leaning against the wall.  “Where’s my tip?”

You stared at him, incredulous.  “Your tip?” you repeated.

“Johnny’s chauffeur service isn’t free,” he said.  “And if I remember correctly, you still owe me for last time.”

You cocked a hip, smirking slightly.  “Any preferred payment methods?”

Johnny blew you an air kiss, and you made a show of catching it.  “I take cash or card,” he informed you.

“What a shame,” you murmured, dropping your purse in front of the door.  “I seem to have lost my wallet.”

He watched you carefully, barely blinking as you approached him, one slow step at a time.  “Apps?”

You stopped mere inches away, “Not a single one.”

He swallowed, and your eyes tracked the movement.  Your daydream from before came back with a vengeance—you bit your lip at the thought of marking him up.  Then you leaned in, resting one hand on his chest.  His heart pounded through the thin dress shirt.

“Will this do?” you asked, lips just barely brushing his.  Nothing else touched, aside from your fingertips on his sternum, but you could’ve sworn you felt him shiver.

Oh so slowly, Johnny reached out, hands ghosting over your hips.  You smiled against him, then melded your lips to his, bypassing whatever hesitations were holding you back.  What was the worst that could happen?

You felt Johnny teasing at the seam of your lips and gratefully opened for him.  He inhaled sharply when you inched forward, your chest brushing his.  You couldn’t hear anything but your heart racing.  And when his fingers dug into your hips, you fell into the kiss.  He pulled you in like a magnet until every part of you aligned with him.  Your limbs felt molten, burning at the contact.

Johnny pulled away, but not for long.  You gasped for air as his lips traced over your jawline, making their way to the delicate skin beneath your ear.  He pressed hot kisses there until your neck arched back obediently.  And when he nipped at your throat, you whimpered.  Thoughtlessly, your hips rocked forward.  Johnny gave voice to a deep groan, so you did it again.

Growling lightly, Johnny curled an arm around your waist to pull you harder against him.  All of the breath left your body at the feel of his growing hardness against your belly.  You fisted your hands in his collar, tugging him away from your neck.  You caught a glimpse of his kiss-swollen lips and blown out pupils, then dove back in for more.

While your mouth danced with his, your hands dragged southward.  Your fingernails caught on a button or two as you traced the muscle beneath.  Now Johnny’s hips were bucking into yours.  You grinned savagely into the kiss.  You’d just reached his belt when Johnny ripped his mouth away from yours.  “Woah, woah,” he gasped.  “Slow down, there.”

You panted for air, “What’s wrong?”

Both of you were breathing hard, and you were having a hard time ignoring the elephant in the room.  Er, hallway.  “You’re not trying to take advantage of me on the first date, are you?” Johnny asked with a breathy chuckle.

You laughed softly, tilting your chin back to get a good look at him.  “Is it really taking advantage if you want it, too?”  You smirked at him, rolling your hips forward to emphasize your point.

He watched you through half-lidded eyes, and you could’ve sworn you felt him throb.  But Johnny, ever the gentleman, smoothed his hand down your back, resting his head back against the wall rather than picking up where you left off.  “Cut me some slack, I’m not wearing my sexy underwear tonight,” he said with a crooked smile.

Oh no, now you had heart eyes for the man.  You pecked his chin to hide your cheesy grin.  “You let me know when you are, hmm?” you hummed, placing another kiss to the base of his throat.

“Princess, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for you.”

You giggled, leaning back in his arms.  “Am I so scary?”

Johnny sobered, meeting your gaze.  “I just don’t want to mess anything up.  Not with you.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” you smiled at him.  “I trust you too much.”

“Oh yeah?  You still haven’t told me what you wished for on your fourteenth birthday,” Johnny taunted.

You tilted your head, thinking back.  “I didn’t tell you because I was hopelessly in love with you at the time,” you confessed.  “Now that’s out in the open, I guess you can know.”

Johnny blinked, taken aback.  “Even then?”

“Johnny, I think I’ve loved you forever,” you said, staring up at him.  “So of course I wished for the same thing every year.”

“What was it?”

Your smile widened, “Well, it already came true.  You said it, too.”

* * * * *

Masterlist

[selene-stories]

"Sleep."

"With the fishes?"

"What? No, I mean--"

"Ohh" hero said, "Then perhaps you want me to sleep with you~" they threw a wink at Villain's direction.

Shockingly, Villain's voice turned into a squeak, "No! I mean literal. Sleeping. By yourself."

Sadly for them, they were met with utter confusion.

"That isn't what you are supposed to say."

Aand there we go again.

"For the last time" Villain was practically chasing hero around the room by that point.

"There is no script that I have to follow."

"Yes, there is", Hero said as they hopped over a stray shirt on the floor.

"First, you threaten to blow something up."

"I don't have to-- Just come here!"

Hero dodged, causing Villain to chocke down a frustrated scream. Two days. Two freaking days and the hero was still standing, having gotten no wink of sleep and now Villain- Villain of all people- had to chase them around so they would go to bed.

Villain did not get nearly enough credit.

"Then i stop you." Hero went on explaining the proper procedure. "And after that--"

"Don't touch my stuff."

"Kay" hero replied, only for them to start poking at every single thing on Villain's desk.

"Anyway, I stop you and then you start flirting with me", they ignored Villain's protests, "and then I swoon but try to hide it, but you see my blush anyway so you purr seductive things at me." A pause, "and maybe pin me down, that is a classic."

Villain opened their mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

They had no clue where to start.

About Hero supposedly wining against Villain, Villain needing to resort to flirting of all things, or the fact that it would make the hero swoon, apparently, or-

Villain nearly tackled them. "Don't touch my things!"

Hero yelped as they both hit the ground but at least that way they were too distracted to notice Villain's retreating blush.

"Why? What are you hiding??"

"My socks hero. Dear God. Do you think I have a bomb in my drawers or something? In case you haven't noticed, this is my own fucking room!"

In a matter of seconds Hero had Villain pinned to the floor. Villain didn't give a damn; They reached for the lamp cause if a hit to the head was what it took, then so be it. Hero was going to rest whether they wanted to or not.

Only that before they could reach it, Hero shoved Villain's wrists further onto the carpet, making their skin tingle. It was just because of the friction though, obviously.

"You know" they said, as some strands of honey blond hair slid from behind their ears, "you should be the one doing this."

"Th-this?" Villain asked, disoriented. What, did they have to be the one to pass out from exhaustion just because they disobeyed the law? Was that some ridiculous form of punishment they weren't informed about?

Hero squeezed their wrists and Villain acted as if their breath didn't hitch.

Then, slowly but surely, Hero leaned close enough for their breath to ghost over their opponent's lips.

"Seducing me."

Villain's heart aggressively bumped against their ribcage, but they remained perfectly still. Even if they wanted to move, their body refused to cooperate. Not that being under Hero was as bad as Villain initially thought.

"Ah. I see. But, you should still head to bed though."

"Make me" they purred.

"Hero, I swear-" Villain would have a heart attack at this rate.

Hero chuckled brightly, dazedly, head tilting a bit to the side.

"I know, I know."

And then there was a lack of a warm, comforting body against their own and Villain had half a mind not to pull them back in.

"Fine" Villain huffed, trying not to think of their ancestors booing from the heavens. "I'll sleep with you."

"Yay!"

"I mean it literally" Villain started to say, only that Hero had already began snuggling against their shoulder.

"W-what are you doing?"

Big, pure eyes lifted to meet theirs and Villain couldn't help inhaling sharply at the sight.

"Sleeping."

"You're supposed to sleep on a bed."

"Why?"

"Because!" What kind of question was that?? "Do I really have to explain why people sleep on beds?"

Hero hummed while leaving more and more of their weight on their sworn enemy.

Their eyelids fluttered closed.

"Well, i'll tell you why since you are that stupid."

"Mhm."

"Your back will be sore in the morning."

Hero responded by grabbing fistfulls of Villain's shirt and releasing, grabbing and releasing. Suddenly, all Villain could see was a sleepy kitten searching for warmth, and there was no going back from that.

They shut their mouth when they realised nonsensical sounds came pouring out, and with as much grace as possible they stretched out their hand. Hero moaned in complaint. Even though Villain's heart flat out died, they managed to keep their voice even and soft. It only seemed to relax Hero further.

"Good, just a bit more."

Once they had the blanket, they used it to cover the vulnerable Hero's sleeping form. Not that Villain would ever, not even in a million years admit, but Hero putting their trust in Villain made their insides turn to mush. It made Villain want to hold them, snuggle them, keep them safe for as long as they could. Maybe even forever.

There was no way Villain approved of Hero's antics, but maybe, just maybe, staying awake for this long had its perks. Gently, they pulled hero closer and run their hand through their ruffled, blond hair.

They were still scolding the heck out of Hero when this was over, but for now they got comfortable and let themself fall asleep.

[dolls-self-ships]

What about telling Hook she’s pregnant? Or if you’re not comfortable with that, what about Hook getting jealous of some idiot flirting with Catherine?

-selfshippery

since I can’t really see Hook and Catherine ever wanting or having kids, I’ll go with the second one ^^

“Long time no see, aye Miss Cathy?”

“Tch, not long enough”

The tall blond chuckled, leaning back and tugging his captain’s hat forward. He shifted his weight and stuck a hand in his belt buckle. “Always the feisty one you were.” He turned to the other pirates aboard the ship, tugging Catherine in close to him with ease by her shoulder. “Can hardly believe I managed to rope this one in huh fellas?” He boasted, grinning all while ignorant to Catherine’s annoyed glare that could bore holes into him like sun rays from glass.

There wasn’t a laugh or a joke of agreement from the crowd, if anything, they all looked nervously between them and the Captain, who’s scowl added 20 years to his face.

Smee anxiously fumbled with his words and tapped his fingers against his lips, eyes darting shakily between this new mystery captain and his boss. If that blond baboon knew what was good for him, he’d remove that hand from the woman’s arm pronto.

The captain- or shall I call them by their names, respectively- Hook, stepped forth, one ridiculously large-tongued boot after the other.

“Forgive me if you don’t mind me so humbly asking, sir, but, what is your name?”

Flynn was quick to answer. “Ah! My good fellow I am Captain Flynn Lockwood of the Barracuda ! Oh wasn’t she a beauty eh? Course, not more beautiful than Miss Catherine here heheheh!” He beamed with pride, giving her another good squeeze causing Catherine to scoff and roll her eyes. Always so in love with that damned ship, she swore he was more in love with it than ever he was with her.

Hook, with all his restraint, fought the urge to roll his eyes and kept his manners a float. “Well, Captain Flynn, you’d be pleased to know that you are welcome to stay on my ship for as long as you need… so long as you kindly remove your hand form me lady’s arm.” His tone became darker and more riding with every word, growing less and less patient at the sight.

Flynn jumped back, his arm flying off Catherine’s shoulder as he looked down at her in surprise. “Oy! You mean you two are-?” He glanced between the two, and then laughed. “Haha! Aww noooo you’re pullin’ my leg aren’t ya?”

Hook couldn’t help it, his brows angled and his teeth clenched, causing him to practically spit out every next word. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Catherine quickly stepped between them before the sword measuring contest she knew would ensure if she didn’t stop them was coming soon. “He’s just being an asshole, hon. Like always.” Catherine shot him another glare, earning Flynn’s hands raised in defence. “It’s his.. um.. way of joking around.”

Flynn’s smile returned once again. “Ahh see? Cathy gets it! Come on bring it in let’s hug this out-“ he outstretched his arms, but before he could even lean in, Hook, not only as touch-adverse as he is but also just generally disgusted by this man’s aura, put up his only hand and politely as he could, declined.

“Eh-ee that won’t be necessary.”

Flynn recoiled, but not before cracking another joke. “Not a hug guy, huh? Aww too bad, cuz if I remember correctly, Cathy’s a hug girl! Aren’t ya Cathy?” He gave her a playful few light punches on the shoulder and her rib cage, causing her to giggle a tiny bit. If there was one weakness of hers, it was the fact that she was ticklish.

However, Hook saw this stifled smile she had, and he didn’t like it. At least, not the fact that it came from him.

As Flynn’s chuckles died down, his smile he gave Catherine in all its shiny white glory surrounded by a perfect carpet of blond stubble, James felt… intimidated. Not in the way other handsome men made him feel in the past, no no, this was different, like a jealousy. A rivalry. A competition.

And as much as he hated to admit it, this.. Captain Flynn, was a handsome fellow. Grey icy eyes that matched the sea storms, an imperfect balance to his chiseled face that made approachable yet conventional, and beneath all that grey and black leather vest and weapon straps we wore, with his arms covered by his undershirt and long, thick leather gloves that looked two sizes too big to protect his hands, it was still easy to see he was relatively fit as well.

Curses.

Flynn stood back up, resting his hands on his hips and letting out a deep breath, looking back at Hook expectantly. Well, he was the boss here after all, it was his ship.

James, trying to push aside the impending awkwardness and bubbling of some other emotion he felt, cleared his throat and darted his eyes between the deck and the new pirate.

“Y-yes, well, I shall see to it that you get settled in with the utmost care.” After turning around, he bellowed, “SMEEEEEE!”

Catherine winced, he could be quite loud sometimes so that she was pretty sure he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. Like yelling the poor first mates name was a habit at this point, even though he was only standing 5 feet away.

The roll-polly old man jumped, scuttling with his stubby legs across the deck to stand at the captains attention. Saluting and with his back straight, comically short and stubby compared to Hook’s tall and slender frame.

“Yes Cap’n?”

Pointing to Flynn with his hook, he looked down at Smee. “Take this… young lad to our cabin boy’s room, it hasn’t been used in years I assure you.”

Smee nodded, though his small but wide eyes seemed to be constantly devoid of reviving any information.

“Aye aye sir! This way, Mr. Cap’n Flynn!” Smee gestured for Flynn to follow him along the ship. Flynn gave him a nod before strutting off with his hands tucked in his pockets. A smouldering grin never leaving his face.

Not even three steps past them, he turned to give Catherine a quick wink, before turning back around to disappear around the mast corner with Smee.

Catherine huffed, crossing her arms and looking up to check on her Captain. And… yeah, it didn’t look so good.

James was fuming, boiling red from his cravat to the tip of his feather. So much so you’d think steam would be coming out of his ears.

Now concerned, Catherine’s expression softened as she leaned towards him. “Hon, are you okay?”

Hook, with all the composure he could muster, grumbled back. “Yes! Fine, everything is fine me dear why wouldn’t everything be fine?”

Catherine shook her head, shrugging. “Nothing, it’s just.. you seem a little… tense.”

Hook wanted to tell her, he really did, but barnacles, it was just so fucking embarrassing. How does one casually tell their girlfriend “well you see, I am incredibly insecure and intimidated by the arrival of your ex-boyfriends perfect blond hair and chiseled face and body and playboy mannerisms that I’m afraid he could steal you back from me before I can say ‘shellfish’ ” No, he was Captain James Hook! Bold, dashing, sophisticated! He wouldn’t succumb to this petty jealousy, he refused. So instead, he sucked it up, took a deep breath in, and turned his back.

“I simply require a long nights rest, all that excitement from today has rather worn me out you know..” he fake yawned as he began striding away to his cabin.

Catherine hummed, looking down at the floor. She definitely didn’t buy that, but wasn’t willing to force it out of him. When he wanted to talk, he would, or.. so she hoped.

[dracosathenaeum]

The Game | D.M.

Summary: You and Draco are friends with benefits but a game of spin the bottle causes you both to rethink your situation

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, slight Fred Weasley x reader (hot make out scene 👀)

Warnings: Smut, angst, daddy kink, baths, alcohol

Word Count: 3,651

A/N: You’ve just lost the game, you’re welcome xx I also wasn't going to post this tonight but @fuckingdraco and @dracoswift hyped me up, ily <3

MASTERLIST

FOR THE NON-BRITS: touchwood = knock on wood

You weren’t anything special. No golden girl like Granger, not a descendant from anyone of significance, no. You were just you. And perhaps that was why he was so surprised when his heart started tugging at his chest every time you left his arms.

He had been with countless the girls.

He had touched you the same as he had touched Pansy. 

He had kissed you the same way he had kissed Daphne.

He had held you the same way he had held Millicent.

He had fucked you the same way he had fucked half the girls in the year.

Yet you still managed to be different.

You had started out as just another pass time, but you had lasted longer than any of his other flings, and beating Pansy was a trial in itself. She had stuck to him like glue in between other flings. He didn’t hate her company; he just knew he your company hadn’t become annoying to him yet, and that was all he needed. Maybe that’s why you had lasted so long, as soon as he realised girls started falling for him, he would pull away and break things off. But it had been almost half a year of your mutual agreement and you showed no signs of infatuation, no pesky feelings that would get in the way of good sex and he liked that.

He hadn’t grown tired of you. Hadn’t begun to find your voice annoying or your kisses dull. He still loved the way you felt in his arms, loved waking up to you curled into his side and most of all, being inside of you.

He wasn’t in love, feelings may be there, but not love. Not that he was willing to jeopardise his consistent shag of course, finding another girl to take over would be easy, finding one who wouldn’t catch feelings would be the hard part. Besides, he was used to you, if you wanted to break off the arrangement, he wouldn’t stop you but he sure as hell wouldn’t be the one to do it. He would simply wait it out, wait for you to fall for him like all the others before you had. Except this time he would give you a chance, test out your compatibility perhaps, though clearly you were both very compatible in bed.

You had both set some rules early on.

1.           There would be no labels attached to whatever relationship you two had

2.           If either of you wish to pursue a romantic relationship with someone else, you must break off this agreement first

3.           Could use the other to keep unwanted advances off

That last one was more for him than it had been for you, not many people had noticed you before you started sleeping with Draco, but none had attempted to even flirt with you since the two of you became public. Everyone knew of course, that you weren’t together together, just fuck buddies as it were, that was all of Draco’s relationships after all. But that didn’t mean anyone dared try to interfere.

//

Astoria Greengrass. The younger sister of Daphne Greengrass, someone Draco still considered a friend despite their history and her feelings. Astoria however was not someone anyone expected to try and cosy up to Draco, especially considering how Draco’s arm was still wrapped firmly around your waist as she threw on a flirty smile. Astoria was innocent, she was young, and her sister had surely warned her away from him judging by the look of hurt flashing across the elder sister’s face. Yet here she was.

A 7th year party was the last place you expected Draco to be stolen from your side, but you let him go, you don’t really have a say after all, rather, he’s the one that lets go of you.

You knew the game well, you had watched the girls before you fail at the final hurdle but you were determined. You had first noticed him properly in 3rd year, started developing feelings in 5th before finally getting your chance in 7th. You had managed to catch his eye; you had learnt the failures of the previous girls and you used it to your advantage.

You finally had the chance to be something more, to pretend he loved you when he held you, when he fucked you, when he moaned praises in your ear. You wouldn’t ruin your chances. Not yet. Not when you had spent the past 6 months hiding your emotions, willing your face to give off no sign of jealousy. There was only one emotion you found hard to find, hurt. But that usually came after he was gone, when he wouldn’t stay some nights and instead left you the second he was done with you. Those were the nights that you realised just what kind of game you were playing, that in the end, you would be the one to lose everything.

You try not to look, you really do. But it’s an itching behind your eyes, fingers fiddling with the cup you’re drinking out of and it’s the anger in Daphne’s eyes as she watches their exchange that makes you finally turn and look. He’s leant against the wall with Astoria stood infront of him, fingers innocently strung together as she stared at him from under her perfectly curled eyelashes. A whisp of her perfectly curled hair falls infront of her face, you watch as her mouth forms an innocent ‘o’ before trying to blow it away only for it to fall back. Her giggle makes you want to hex her. Draco tucking the strand of hair behind her ear makes you want to shave her head. The flush that comes across her face at Draco’s actions and his hand that lingers in her hair a second too long has you joining in on the spin the bottle game you had previously sat out of.

Downing the contents of the glass in your hand, you wince at the burn before sitting at the empty spot between a Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

You look up to see yourself directly across from Cormac McLaggen which has you cursing under your breath and sending a silent plea to every god and deity there is to save you from that. Anyone but him.

You cheer when the circle cheers, watch as horny teenagers practically swallow each other’s tongues. Cormac gives you a greasy smile that has you wanting to get up, but it’s better than watching Draco and Astoria flirt their perfectly compatible arses off.

“Anyone but that bastard McLaggen.” You whisper it just before you spin, hoping that it works in your favour rather than jinxes it, tapping the table leg behind you with a quick “Touchwood” just to cover all grounds.

You’ve fucked it.

It spins, but the universe is mocking you. It slows down, likely to land on fucking McLaggen. He could be a fucking prince for all you cared but there was no way you’d let that slimy shit kiss you.

You cross your fingers, willing for it to pass him. And for a while it looks like you’re screwed, but just as you’re about to feign alcohol poisoning it passes him, by barely an inch, but all the same it passes him. You watch with wide eyes as it lands on Fred Weasley by that one inch and you let out the breath you hadn’t known you held. The worried expression on your face quickly became one of relief, a look of relief could’ve been mistaken for happiness, and for a certain blonde, it had.

Fred raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not expecting that reaction from you, before offering you a toothy grin that you return before crawling to where he sat, settling your arms around his neck as his guided your face to his.

You couldn’t stop the moan that sounded at the first touch of his lips against yours. They didn’t know your lips as Draco’s did but that didn’t stop him from being a damn good kisser, knowing exactly where to put his hands and when to use his tongue. Fred Weasley was good. You briefly wonder if the alcohol was why you couldn’t pull away but that didn’t matter when he took your lower lip between his teeth and bit hard.

Forgetting yourself and where you were, you didn’t object when he grasped your thighs in his hands, pulling you to straddle his lap. You don’t hear the cheers erupt around you; you don’t hear Astoria shout after Draco as he leaves her mid conversation, and you don’t notice he’s gone until Fred pulls back to catch his breath.

You catch Pansy’s gaze from over Fred’s shoulder and that’s when you realise something was wrong.

She was smirking at you.

She only ever did that when things had gone her way, which, when concerned Draco, was never a good sign.

You were in half a mind to just turn your head slightly and kiss the man you were sat on senseless again, especially with the way his fingers gripped your thighs under your skirt. But you also knew they were trying to keep you from running as soon as you could, as if knowing you would inevitably follow the Slytherin out but wanted you to stay anyways.

Your head drops to Fred’s shoulder, breathing in a scent you could only describe as homey and warm, the opposite to Draco’s crisp, sharp aftershave, a scent you loved and could almost describe as home.

All these years and not even a magical first kiss with someone (though you were very drunk) could waver your love for him.

“Draco is one lucky bastard.”

“I’m sorry, Fred.”

“It’s okay, it’s just a game after all.” You grimaced at his tone but dug yourself deeper into the hole.

“If it’s any consolation you are a damn good kisser.” Complement a man then leave him high and dry for another, great job y/n. You were doing great.

“The second he fucks up you know where to find me though yeah?”

You couldn’t stop the giggle that left you lips, in a life where you weren’t already enamoured with Draco, perhaps this could’ve been the start of something.

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

His fingers slip from your thighs, offering you a hand to steady yourself before you take off, the bottle continuing to cause messy drama as you watch Harry’s spin land on Theo. Damn Draco and his fucking temper tantrums for causing you to miss that moment.

The walk back to Draco’s room sobered you up, head clearing and realising what him leaving meant. Was he mad that you had kissed another person or was he… jealous?

You had never let yourself hope before, but then again, you had never found a reason to.  

He’s waiting for you, pacing around the room with his brows furrowed in a way that reminded you of a child throwing a tantrum. The thought of it making you laugh, giving away your presence in the room.

“Draco, I-“

He pushes you against his door, hands trapping you against the hard wood of the door behind you as his mouth swallowed your words. His hands worked quickly to strip you of your clothes as you tried to reciprocate his actions as best as you could, mind whirling as this was not where you had expected this to go.

Fred’s kisses had been new, they’d been exciting and addicting. But Draco’s? Even whilst he was pissed and rough, they were home. Lips you were used to, lips that could mould to yours perfectly instantly, lips that knew exactly how you liked to be kissed.

He pulled away to bring his mouth to the column of your neck, giving you a harsh suck where he knew would have your knees buckle, using the movement to sweep you off the floor and onto his bed.

Draco works fast when he’s angry, nothing in his mind but fucking his anger out of his system. He’s out of the remains of his clothes before you even have a chance to catch your breath. He stares at you with an unreadable expression so you match his, your features showing indifference rather than the usual lust you would allow yourself.

His narrows his eyes at you one last time before he brings his body between your spread legs, his warm mouth making contact with your cunt, tongue swirling around your clit. Your hips raise of the bed, wrists pulling at the charm that held them in place over your head as the rest of your body tries to get as close to the source of pleasure as possible.

A whine leaves you as his mouth stops its ministrations, one of his hands pushing your writhing hips back onto the bed as his darkened eyes find yours once more.

“Good girls behave, y/n.” You can’t stop the moan that falls from your lips when eases a finger into you, eyes never leaving yours.

A second finger joins the first, curling at a certain angle that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, a heavy weight starting to form in the pit of your stomach.

“Only good girls get to cum y/n, you haven’t been very good tonight, have you?” The tightness in your stomach ready to uncoil when his lips met your clit again, giving a harsh suck before pulling away from you completely. Without his hands holding you down your hips rise up, following his fingers as they pull out and away from you, his cold gaze telling you everything you needed to know.

“I’m sorry Draco, please. Please. I was so close; I swear I’ll be good from now on. I promise. Draco please.”

“I don’t think you have.”

He’s standing again, hands on his hips, tongue running across his lips, the lips that had just almost pushed you over the edge. You didn’t have time to be frustrated over the near orgasm, besides, Draco had a thing for orgasm denial, you were all too used the edging.

“Unbind my arms.” He raises an eyebrow at your attempt to shift in power, but does as you ask all the same.

Your hands reach for his heavy cock, mouth giving a tentative suck at the swollen head, tasting the salty precum on your tongue. Your hands give him a few hard strokes before you take him back into your mouth, eyes watering as you struggle to fit even a third of him in your mouth.

“As much as I love to see you choke on my cock, I don’t think you deserve it today.”

You stare up at him through your eyelashes, the twitching of him in your mouth was all the confirmation you needed to know he was very much enjoying the view of you struggling to accommodate the size of him. 6 months of practise but you still couldn’t manage to take him in all the way.

His hands cup your face as he pulls you off his cock, replacing it with 3 of his fingers instead. His fingers press down on your tongue, forcing your head back, the rest of your body following as he lowers himself over you, his free hand already lining himself up with your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

All it would take would be one small shift of your hips and he would slip inside of you but the last time you had tried that he had bent you over his knee and slapped your cheeks until they were burning. You knew when to test him, and right now was not the time.

“Please fuck me Draco, I’m yours-” You’re not done practically purring your words when he thrusts so that his hips are flush with yours, giving you no time to adjust before he starts pounding into you with deep satisfying thrusts that have you drooling on his fingers.

His hands hold yours above your head, his mouth hot against your ear as he grunts and reminds you of who you ‘belong’ to.

“That Weasley could never fuck you like I can. This cunt is mine; it’s made for my cock and my cock only, do you understand?”

You whimper as your only response as his hips switch from their long deep thrusts to sharp snaps of his hips against yours, his mouth still reminding you who you belonged to.

“This cunt is mine; do you understand?”

You don’t know if you had responded with a “yes” or if it had simply merged with a moan to become incomprehensible.

“Yes what?” His hips continued their thrusts all the while, never losing their rhythm as your body arched into him and squirmed trying to get closer.

“Yes, daddy.”

You don’t call him that a lot, only when you’re truly in need of a trap card and apparently you were as it fell naturally.

His eyes snap up to meet yours, his grey eyes turning even stormier than before as he claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth and fingers finding your swollen clit again.

“Be a good girl for daddy and cum.”

You don’t have to be told twice and finally let go of the heaviness in the pit of your stomach, your walls clenching around his as your body clings onto him, mouth unable to keep up with his kisses. The sight of you lost in pleasure, body writhing under his own, the fact that he had been the one to bring you this much pleasure was all he needed to paint your walls white. You hadn’t even noticed his stuttering hips, hadn’t noticed him still before pulling out. You were still in a daze, collecting your breathing as you came down from a high you had never experienced before.

“Are you okay?” You blinked away the blurriness in your vision to see Draco’s worried eyes scanning your face, hands keeping your gaze on him. “Was I too rough love?”

You know you must look horrendous right now, sweat coating your skin, a dazed expression on your face but you still give the biggest smile your tired muscles could.

“I’m perfect.”

“Want me to carry you to the bathroom?”

“Please.”

You’re in that space between reality and dreams when he picks you up, an arm hooked under your back and knees. He places you on the toilet first, you made the mistake of forgetting once and you made him promise to never forget again.

You watch as he moved around the bathroom, eyes appreciative of the view. Watching his back muscles become taunt as he stretched was something you could never get tired of. The red markings down his back from a couple nights ago were still prominent, you had offered to heal them, but he insisted on wearing them like ‘battle scars’ to show off in the quidditch changing rooms, you had rolled your eyes when he gave you that reason.

He had charmed the bathtub to fit the both of you, sliding in first before helping you step in. You rest against his chest, humming appreciatively as he runs his hands across your skin, focusing on the way they felt rather than the ache between your legs and on your wrists.

“I mean what I said.”

“hmm?” you had almost fallen asleep, his voice pulling you out from your haze.

“You’re mine. All of you. If you’ll have me.” You’re fully awake now, body tensed up as you realise exactly what he meant. You turned your body to face his, ignoring the water splashing over the sides of the tub as you settle between his legs again, facing him, “You want me? What happened to wanting no strings attached?”

You knew the game he played well, you wouldn’t fall at the final hurdle, if that was even what this is.

“I want you y/n. I’m not going to spout some bullshit love confession like some first year drugged on Amortentia, but I can’t share anymore.” Draco Malfoy was bad at communication but good lord this was a new low even for him. You were half inclined to continue feigning indifference to protect what you had, but the other half was greedy. Draco was offering you more, how could you not take this opportunity. You had beaten the game, you had gotten Draco to want more with you, well at least you were 70% sure.

“Is this some roundabout way of you asking me to be your girlfriend?” His upper lip twitched as you said the word girlfriend, the action making your own eyes drop to the space between you. Wet fingers cup you face, bringing your face back to his as he captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. You had had lazy kisses together before, during lazy morning sex. But this, this was slow and meaningful and full of emotion. He might never be good with words, but this, this would be enough.

You pull away from him by a hair’s breadth, lips only millimetres apart. “Okay.” Each syllable you said caused your lips to touch again, neither of you moving just yet. He lets out a shuddering breath that he must’ve been holding in, a grin covering his face in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“You’re lucky you asked now, I was hoping to visit Fred soon.”

The ache between your legs only became worse as he kept you awake for the rest of the night, edging you and taunting you for hours to prove you belonged to him and that a Weasley wouldn’t even begin to compare (too bad you never got the chance to).

Waking up with sore limbs and a satisfying ache all over your body was worth every second it had taken to get here. To win Draco Malfoy.

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Heya! Congrats on the 100+ followers!! Your writing is really good and I enjoy reading your works!

If you dont mind, what would be your headcanons on the TWST dorm leaders of what prefrences they have for a S/O? Like what would they want in an S/O? (Also Im sorry if this has already been asked Im also kinda new to your blog as well ;w;)

Hii!! And thank you 🥰🥺💕 that means a lot to me!! I hope you stay and continue to enjoy yourself here!This hasn’t been asked before so I hope you enjoy!!! ;w; I hope you all enjoy I had a fun time (and a difficult time) writing this out! I think I made it too long, again ;w;

I made this SFW uwu just some fluff!!!! But please keep in mind before you follow me, I MOSTLY POST NSFW works.

Warnings: slight story spoilers for episode 5, for Idia’s part, if u squint

Pairings: Dorm Leaders x Reader

I put things under a cut for length!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle would probably want a partner who does well in school - at least someone who tries to! It would go against his own desires to do well in life if he has a partner who doesn’t have the drive to succeed like he does.

He isn’t particularly fond of people who have a lot of potential yet waste it on being lazy. Like I said before, it goes against his own morals.

I also see him wanting someone fun-loving! Riddle grew up in an environment where fun was essentially taboo so he would be drawn like a moth to a flame to someone who has so much energy in them. Remember one of his best childhood friends is Che’nya so he would probably not hate the idea of joking around and being silly once in a while!

Someone who would love sweets like him! Not too often so he could maintain his shape, but someone who would love to indulge him once in a while!

Riddle would love to see an S/O who makes time for him and the unbirthday parties that Heartslabyul hosts! He feels like a good dorm leader and seeing you make an effort to come makes him feel like a great boyfriend too!

“Ah, Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” Riddle sighed to himself in relief. He feared his rose would come to the party late. “Ah, sorry Riddle! I was late because I was studying for Professor Crewel’s exam but I lost track of time!” You breathed out, a bit exhausted from running.

The redhead only nodded and smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, my rose. We’ve only just begun the party, so no need to fret.” Riddle’s gentlemanly ways never failed to make your heart soar. “No no, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll bake you a tart sometime, you’ll let me right?” You playfully nudged at your boyfriend’s arm and smirked.

Riddle could only blush furiously. “Th-that would not be a bad idea. I suppose I would accept the gift graciously, dear, but only if we can cook it together. I believe it would be beneficial to both of us to learn!”

Leona Kingscholar

Someone who loves to nap with him like all the time

Leona would definitely want someone who is willing to praise him a lot. Growing up he never really had that and felt like he was overshadowed by his big brother, so this guy needs validation like crazy. Tell him how strong he is, how much you love him, how warm he is… he’ll scoff and look away but you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks. He secretly loves it.

I feel like Leona would like bratty tsunderes, for some reason. He would be the perfect teasing type for them and I think I can just picture Leona and his S/O getting into play fights that lead to something more, if you catch my drift.

Someone who can be “refined” enough for show so that when he brings you home to his family, they can accept you fully. The last thing he wants is his family pestering him about how his potential mate isn’t a good fit.

As tough as he may be he def wants someone at the end of the day to stroke his head and calm him down after a long and stressful day.

“Oi, herbivore, come here and be my pillow.” Leona’s gruff voice broke the silence of his room. He was sitting up on his bed while you studied on his desk. Giggling, you made your way into his bed, crawling over to where he was. Leona pushed your torso down gently and started nuzzling his head on your chest, and you could feel the vibrations coming from his body that was like a low growl. Or was it purring?

“Of course, anything for my big strong boyfriend, the best Magift player in the school, my one and only love~” you endlessly praised him, smiling at him as if he were a rare diamond. Leona only huffed as he wrapped his muscular arms around your form, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Tch…. Damn right….” Leona mumbled. “Why don’t you tell me more while I start drifting to sleep?” Leona smirked. Running your fingers through his hair carefully, you obliged, feeling Leona’s breathing become more calm as you continued.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul would ALSO want someone who praises him, due to his years of being bullied. Call him beautiful, smart, tell him he’s the most cunning man on campus. He EATS IT UP. This man will swear on his life for you.

He also would want someone who has the ability to work hard… what? The Mostro Lounge needs extra workers sometimes! Azul thinks that if he can own the lounge, manage contracts, AND study hard for school, his S/O should be able to match him!

I can see Azul absolutely praising/spoiling his S/O too. Since you give him so much happiness in his life he should pay it forward, no? What would you like, a new dress/suit? A new piece of jewelry?

Someone !!! Loyal!!! Azul wants someone who he can feel secure with in a relationship, so he probably wouldn’t want you to flirt with anybody else since his insecurities will SPARK UP like crazy!

Azul wants someone who loves him for who he is, unconditionally!

“Angelfish… hello, good evening. I’m sorry if I am a bit more tired than usual, I just finished with ordering more inventory for the lounge and dealing with some paperwork.” Azul sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You dropped your bags on one of the chairs of the VIP room and walked over slowly to your octomer boyfriend. Bringing your arms to his shoulders, you slowly begin to knead and massage his arms gently. Azul groaned at the contact, muscles aching.

“How is this, Azul? I know how hard you work, you deserve to take a break too, sometimes…” you spoke gently into his ear, kissing the shell of it. The contact gave him slight goosebumps. “Ah, I would love to but, I have so much more to do… I know it’s going to be a late night for me, so why don’t you head on to sleep?” You tsked, upset with his answer. “I know it’s late Azul, that’s why I’m here. You know, if you keep doing this you’ll get wrinkles, right?”

“Ahem! Well. Then, this might be a good place to stop if that’s the case…” Azul huffed, standing up quickly to retire to his room, you in tow.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim wants someone who is cheerful! They may not be a ray of sunshine like he is, but I honestly can’t picture him with someone smug/gloomy. Kalim might be dense but he isn’t THAT stupid. I think he would be able to notice if you were upset which makes him upset.

Someone who is down for anything, Kalim would love to take you on a ride on his magic carpet at random hours of the day so be prepared to drop whatever you’re doing if you want to appease your impulsive boyfriend!

A fun loving person for sure, who isn’t super self conscious about what people think. If he asks you to dance with him he would really love for you to join! He wouldn’t want you to say something like, “oh, but I’m a bad dancer…” Kalim would shake his head and ask you why you would say that! It’s all about having a fun time together, right?

A patient lover is what Kalim would want as well, someone who’s kind, too. At the end of the day when Kalim is ready to sleep after his crazy antics, he wants a partner he can be able to lay next to and feel like himself.

Someone who loves him even if he weren’t rich, Kalim would want someone for their personality and not materialistic things or beauty. Kalim sees someone for their heart ! (*´꒳`*)

You yawned heavily while rubbing your eyes. Was that a tapping noise coming from the window? “Ugh…. What time is it?” Checking your phone, you saw it was 1:30am. You also had a text from Kalim.

*tap tap tap*

You groggily walked over to the window and opened the curtains to see Kalim sitting on his magic carpet with the biggest grin upon seeing you. Opening the window, you giggled lightly. “Good evening Kalim, fancy seeing you here so late.”

“Hi, Y/N!! I woke up and felt bored so, you wanna join me on a night ride around campus?” Kalim practically beamed at you, even this late at night. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. The boy’s positive energy also transferred to you, effectively waking you up.Stepping onto the carpet from your window was your answer. After getting situated, you kissed Kalim’s cheek and held his hand. “Of course Kalim, I would love to.”

Vil Schoenheit

Someone who can tough out his callous words and treatment. Vil might be a bit much, but the reason why he does this is because he does it with the goal of ultimately helping you. He only wants to see the best out of people, including but not limited to his little sweet potato!

Someone who is patient. He knows he checks who the most beautiful person is quite often and he doesn’t do it to annoy you, it’s just for his own personal validation issues. Lay a hand on his arm, back, or head to give him praises and let him know he’s beautiful to you no matter what.

Someone who is willing to pepper him lightly with kisses (not the face though, he has makeup on!). He definitely eats it up and loves it so much, he feels like you are treating him like a king. He’ll pay that back tenfold and give you beauty treatments, it’ll feel like you’re at the spa on a weekday!

Vil is constantly posting on Magicam, depending on whether you’re comfortable enough to be posted on there he would want to make sure you are okay with him constantly taking photos to be posted on there. Whether it be food you cooked, matching couples outfits, or even pictures of you without makeup, be ready to face comments of all sorts coming from his fans.

“Mira Mira on my phone… Currently, who is the most beautiful of all?” You heard Vil speak outside of his room. Currently you sat on the small chaise at the foot of his bed. Vil told you he needed to step out for a second, so you could get ready for bed now. After putting on your sleeping clothes, Vil finally came back in, seeming more irritated than before. His eyebrows furrowed and his body looked tense.

“Vil, are you alright?” You questioned him as you made your way to his bed, slipping under the covers. Vil only sighed and exchange a quick “Mm.” as he changed into his pajamas and came to join you. He was turned so his back was facing you and he was a bit distant. You knew he didn’t get the answer he wanted when he got those search results back. You didn’t know how to convince your boyfriend otherwise but you decided you needed to talk to him.

“Vil, darling…” you spoke gently as you nuzzled closer, your chest pressing into his back. Your arm wrapped around him to pull him closer, to which he responded with finally relaxing in your touch. “You’re one of the best things that’s happened to me, Vil, I don’t know if you realize how lucky I am to have such a loving, caring, and talented boyfriend like you. Your beauty is simply the cherry on top of the person I fell in love with. To me, you’re perfect. I love you.” You ended your tangent by placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder, dozing off.

You couldn’t see Vil but he trembled lightly as tears silently fell down his face. “Thank you… I love you too, my sweet potato.” Vil whispered into his pillow. With you, he always felt like the most beautiful person.

Idia Shroud

Personality wise, I don’t think Idia would be picky. He’s a shy person and honestly would be surprised he could get an S/O at all! So is Ortho!

Speaking of Ortho, Idia wants someone who is kind and loving to his little brother. Knowing his partner loves his brother would only make him fall for you harder!

Probably someone who would give Idia his own space until he finally felt comfortable and wanted to take it further, he would prob take a few days to even kiss you!!!

Idia wants someone to be his player 2 :) like actually, come over and game with him and he’ll probably be the happiest boy ever.

Big big bonus if you love anime, cosplay, gaming, etc. It’s one thing to be an otaku like Idia but when he has a partner to fully indulge in his interests with?? It’s a win-win situation for everyone! He wants to do a couple cosplay one day if he gets the courage to ask you.

Someone who won’t pressure him too much. If you remember how Riddle pressured Idia into trying to speak publicly, you know how much of a scary situation it put Idia in, even though he was able to do it. Stressing him out is just gonna make him unhappy :(

Someone who enjoys spending as much time inside as he does! I’m not talking a hikikomori but someone who wouldn’t be opposed to staying inside with him 99.9% of the time lol

“Y-Y/N-shi, would you like to g-go on a date with me soon?” Idia fumbled with his fingers, looking away as he asked you. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Idia, this is the first time you asked me to ‘go on a date’. Don’t tell me, are we actually going out somewhere?!”

“Eek! D-don’t be ridiculous, Y/N!!” He almost screeched the words out. Suddenly he pulled out a couple of VR headsets with hand controllers, and handed one to you. “Fuhehe, I just made a bunch of simulation locations. We could go to the park, a restaurant, even an amusement park..!” He grinned showing off his teeth.

You giggled at Idia’s enthusiasm, loving the way he gets after speaking about his own creations. “What a wonderful idea, Idia. Maybe we could take Ortho to the ‘amusement park’ too? We’ll be a big family.” You mused. Idia’s face brightened and a faint pink tinge covered his cheeks.

“F-family, huh? Ah, Y-Y/N-shi…. That would be n-nice…” Idia blushed as he considered what the future would bring for the both of you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus would also mostly not have preferences on a person’s personality. Like, he wouldn’t say something like: “I want someone shy vs someone bold.” Anything his child of man does is interesting to him and he’s entranced by you!

That being said, Malleus would not tolerate rudeness, disrespect to him, Lilia, or his fellow dorm mates, etc. He may love you but he values those bonds more, especially Lilia’s and his grandmother’s.

Malleus wants someone who is willing to teach him human tendencies, since he is curious about them. Malleus will also probably never stop asking you about your life in the previous world, and listen passionately as you describe the hobbies you had, family members, etc.

As long as you continue to love and treat Malleus like a normal person and with kindness, he will continue to love you endlessly. He’s so unused to it that he will feel so special as you only coo in awe instead of fear away, if he showed you a magic trick or maybe donned more of his draconic features like his tail or long claws.

You walked with Malleus under the bright moonlight in the woods near Ramshackle dorm. His height and charm never failed to impress you. And his face, he was so very handsome. His striking green eyes always made you feel hypnotized and his horns were so well taken care of, you almost wanted to reach out and-

“Hm, Child of Man… you do know it’s quite rude to stare, yes?” Malleus chuckled and suddenly broke the silence, making you gasp. “Ah, sorry Tsunotarou. I-,” searching your thoughts, you just couldn’t think of anything quickly enough. “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very attractive.” You murmured, admitting defeat.

“Oh? Do I not intimidate you, my dear? Usually humans and even other fae fear my features and tend to shy away…” Malleus looked down in thought as he continued walking. You wrapped yourself around one of his arms as he walked, effectively stopping him in his place. “Well, you don’t intimidate me! I like being around you, so, let’s keep it that way. I want to stay with you for a long time so don’t get too tired of me okay, Malleus?”

Hearing you say his given name only made the fae’s heart beat harder in his chest. Surely you knew what you did to him. He smiled down at you, green eyes softening in your gaze.

“I assure you I won’t, little human.”

[5-seconds-of-bucky]

The Dock

A/N: So I’m writing for Bucky now...☺️ I wrote this for @wkemeup’s 9k writing challenge but also not? I’ve had the idea in my head for a while now so I thought I’d participate! I included the prompt, but it’s not so much the plot of the story so much as just part of it. Anyways, happy reading!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader

Summary: After a long time of mutual pinning, a night on the dock helps you and Bucky finally confess your feelings for each other

Word count: 4.5k+

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets catcalled, violence, excessive usage of the middle finger

Prompt: Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]

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You awoke to your head bobbing on the car window and the sound of crunching gravel as the car pulled into the driveway of Tony’s lake house. Your neck ached from leaning over in a strange position for so long and you groaned as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

Bucky grinned from the seat beside you. “Sleep well?” he asked, nudging your calf with his foot. “You got a little drool there.”

“Oh, shut up.” You stuck your middle finger up in his direction. “I slept very well, actually. Thank you for asking.”

“I can tell.” You lifted up your other hand to flip him off again, causing him to chuckle. “Ooh, two middle fingers. I’m really scared now.”

The two of you were too busy teasing each other to realize that the car had stopped and Sam and Natasha had already gotten out of it. A knock on the window your head was resting on made you turn around, seeing Sam’s face a little too close for your liking.

“Are you two gonna stop flirting and help us with the bags or should I let you bake in the car?” he asked. With a roll of your eyes, you opened the car door, making sure to bump Sam in the process. Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks, glad that you weren’t looking over towards him to see it. “I’m taking this silence to mean that you do want to roast in the car.”

“Sam, would you shut up?” you laughed, casually sticking a middle finger up behind your back as you walked past him to the trunk.

“You and these middle fingers today,” Sam muttered.

“I have another one if you’d like to see it.” You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder.

“I’m good.” He picked up his bag from the ground before heading towards the house, which the rest of the team was already situated in. You went to grab your suitcase but Bucky swatted your hand away, grabbing it himself and closing the trunk.

“I got it,” he insisted like the true gentleman he was. As much as you wanted to argue, you knew it wouldn’t get you anywhere.

“Why thank you, good sir.” You bumped his shoulder with your own and walked ahead, jumping up the three steps to the porch and opening the door.

“All in a day’s work.” He lifted the suitcases up the steps with ease and slipped past you to get inside. The feeling of air conditioning inside the cabin was a major relief from the heat outside.

“Glad to see the lovebirds finally showed up,” Tony said once you and Bucky were completely inside the cabin.

“You better watch out, Tony. Y/N’s got middle fingers for days over there.”

“Shut up, Sam!”

A chorus of laughter rang out throughout the cabin and you made sure to shoulder check Sam as you passed him to get to the kitchen.  

---

“Okay, I have the perfect plan to get you and Barnes together this weekend,’ Natasha said as she pulled out clothes from her suitcase. You two were sharing a room for the week and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not. You loved Nat to death but lately she had been trying especially hard to get you to make a move on Bucky and it was only slightly annoying.

“The perfect plan, huh? Even more perfect than the last perfect plan?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I forgot to account for the fact you both have a tendency to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning last time. I promise it’s foolproof this time.”

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

“Alright. Before you got in here--you know, when you were busy flirting with Bucky.” She winked, to which you rolled your eyes. “Well Tony was talking about taking the boat out and going tubing. So what we have to do is get you and Bucky to go on the tube together. Tony’s a crazy driver so you’ll get thrown off pretty fast. Bucky will get so worried he’ll just have to confess his love to you.”

“Two issues.” You pointed a finger at her. “One, how am I going to get Bucky on a tube? It will be hard enough to get him on the boat alone. Two,” You held up another finger. “why would he confess his love at that very moment? That’s insane.”

“One,” She grabbed one of your fingers and put it down. “he’s whipped for you. I guarantee that if you ask, he’ll do it without a second thought.”

“Sure he would,” you scoffed.

“Uh, I know he would.” She gave you a knowing smirk. “Two, he gets worried about you all the time and I’ve seen him get close to confessing every time. We just gotta push him over the edge.”

“Bucky getting protective is just him being my best friend. He used to be just like that with Steve too.” You put your arm down, shuffling over to your own bed to take some clothes out of the blue suitcase on top of it.

“No, it’s definitely more than best friend love.” She moved to sit down on your bed.

“Either way, it usually ends in some kind of fight and I’d like to avoid that this weekend.”

“Who’s he gonna fight? Tony?”

“I mean, you never know.” It wouldn’t be the first time.  

~

“I can’t wait to get back and shove these things in my mouth,” you said with a grin as you exited the bakery behind Bucky, a bag of donut holes in your hand.

“Gee, really? It’s almost like you haven’t been talking about it for the past three days,” Bucky chuckled, reaching for the bag.

You pulled the bag away from him with a fake scoff. “Oh, I don’t think so, mister. We have to wait until we get back. The anticipation makes them taste better.”

“You’re insufferable.” He elbowed your side and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Damn, you looking fine over there, mama!”

You took in a sharp breath. It wasn’t all that uncommon for you to get cat called while out and about. You were in New York City, for fucks sake. That didn’t mean that it made you feel any less uncomfortable, though.  

As much as it stung, you didn’t want to start anything. You stared straight ahead and prayed Bucky didn’t hear it. Much to your dismay though, he stiffened next to you, subtly glancing back to see who was talking to you in such a vulgar way. Damn that supersoldier enhanced hearing.

“Hey, sweetcheeks!” You felt a tug on your shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me?”

You huffed, shaking the harsh grip off your shoulder and picking up the pace. You expected Bucky to keep going with you so you continued walking, frowning when you noticed he wasn’t beside you anymore.

“Listen here, you little shit,” Bucky seethed, stepping in front of the man and blocking you from his sight. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave her, and every other woman you ever lay your beady little eyes on, alone.”

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” the man smirked. “She need her boyfriend to defend her?”

Bucky stepped closer, crossing his arms and giving the famous ‘Bucky stare.’ “Doesn’t matter who I am. You better back the fuck away before I make you life hell.”

A few onlookers started lingering around, some with their phones out and recording the scene, almost as if they wanted to see a fight break out between the two men. ‘Winter Soldier vs Everyday Pedestrian  was sure to be trending somewhere soon enough.

“Buck,” you said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and ignoring the obvious stares you were receiving, most notably from the man whose face Bucky was ready to punch in. “Let’s just go.”

You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide if he should let it go or punch the living daylights out of the guy. He let out a soft sigh after a moment, relaxing into your grip. With one last look at the man, he turned around and placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward.

“Aye, it’s all good. I’m sure I’ll see that tight ass ‘round here soon anyways.”

That was the last straw for Bucky. He growled with a ferocity you hadn’t heard before and whipped around, not even hesitating to use his metal arm to punch the guy. The crowd gasped, more bringing their phones out to capture what was sure to be a great fight.

“What the fuck was-” Bucky grabbed him by his collar, pushing him up again the exposed brick of a restaurant.

“There’s plenty more where that came from and, judging by the way you’re looking at me, I bet you don’t want to see it. So do the rest of humanity a favor and fuck off.” He let go of the man’s collar and stepped back, unclenching his fist and pivoting back towards you. “Come on, doll.”

You shook the shock off your face and fell into step next to him. His arm warped around you, pulling you into his side. You could feel the fumes radiating off of him as you walked back to the tower, choosing to stay quiet as you let him cool off.

You paused once you reached the entrance of the tower. Tony probably already knew about what happened and he sure wasn’t going to be happy about it. Bucky’s media presence hadn’t necessarily been bad lately, but it wasn’t perfect either. The public was still wary. To many, the Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier were still the same person.  

Things definitely felt off when you entered. You got the side eye from a few people in the elevator and you weren’t sure if it was because of the fight fiasco or because of how tightly Bucky was holding you to his side.

“Want to eat these in my room?” you asked once you stepped off the elevator.

“Sounds good.” His voice was distant as his eyes searched the room.

“Mr. Barnes,” FRIDAY’s voice startled the two of you, making you drop the donut holes. “Mr. Stark has requested to see you in his office.”

Bucky sighed. “I’ll be there in a few.” He picked up the bag and handed it back to you. “Apparently, I have business to attend to.”

You simply nodded. He went in the other direction towards Tony’s office pausing at the door before knocking. You sent him a thumbs up before he went in, but he didn’t look back at you to see it. You retreated to your room, placing your wallet on the dresser and popping a donut hole in your mouth.

“Maybe I should get a plate,” you wondered aloud. You needed to grab your water bottle anyways. Might as well make the trip. You put the donut holes on your bed and started making your way to the kitchen.

“She’s perfectly capable of handling herself, you know.” You couldn’t help but stop as you heard Tony’s voice through the door of his office.

“But she shouldn’t have to.” Bucky sounded stressed and you could only imagine the hell Tony was reigning on him. “Her ignoring him wasn’t going to do anything. I didn’t want to beat the guy up but he was harassing her and it needed to stop.”

“And this doesn’t have anything to do with any particular feelings you have for her, right?” The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.

“Tony-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Barnes. You know how the public sees you. I don’t know how we’re going to fix this.”

“That guy harassed her! I couldn’t stand there and just let it happen!” God, you wanted to give him a hug so bad right now.

“I don’t care what it was, Bucky. Having heart eyes for Y/N doesn’t mean-” You took that as your cue to leave. You grabbed a plate and two water bottles from the kitchen and made sure to take the long way around to your room in order to avoid whatever was going on between the two of them.

Bucky showed up a half hour later, plopping down next to you on your bed with a little more space than usual.

~

“I’m just saying, it could work.” Nat got off your bed. “The cookout’s starting soon. Put on something cute.” She was gone before you could respond, leaving you to look for an outfit that would, as Nat liked to say, “knock Bucky off his ass.”

---

“Ooh, Y/N, looking to impress someone?” Sam called out as you walked out into the backyard. It seemed that most everyone else was already out there, helping make dinner or sitting on the dock.

You stuck up your middle finger in reply, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

“Oh stop it, Sam,” Wanda said as she walked towards you. “You look amazing!”

“Aww, thank you! You look absolutely stunning yourself.” Wanda reached out her hand and nodded towards the dock, urging you to come with her and join the group. You grabbed it and let her drag you down there, giving a small wave to Bucky as you passed him near the grill.

Bucky waved back, a grin spanning the expanse of his face at the sight of you. He kept his gaze on you as you made your way down to the dock, not even realizing just how intently he was staring.

“Someone’s staring at you,” Nat said with a suggestive smirk once you were close enough to the dock.

“He has a starting problem. We all know that,” you argued, sitting down across from her.

“I don’t know. He looks like he wants nothing more than to-”

“Nat, I love you, but please shut up.” She raised her hands up in the defense and Wanda giggled.

“I’m just saying.”

“You okay over there?” Steve shifted his focus from the burgers to his 100-year-old friend for a second, of course noticing the sudden silence that ensued the second you entered Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck?”

“Huh?” Bucky’s head turned sharply in Steve’s direction.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” A shy smile.

“Are you going to ask her out soon?” He flipped some burgers over and pulled the lid of the grill closed.

“I’m getting to it, yeesh,” Bucky chuckled.

“That’s what you’ve been saying since forever.”

“And it’s what I’ll keep saying every time you pester me about it.”

“Well if you don’t make a move soon, maybe I’ll swoop in-”

“Nope! You will not do that.” He nudged Steve in the shoulder and started making his way to the dock. “You absolutely will not do that.”

Soon. He was going to do it soon.

---

“Who’s next?” Tony called from the driver’s seat of the boat. You handed Sam a towel as he got back on the boat, drenched from flying off the tube a second earlier.

“You should go with Bucky.” Wanda nudged you with a teasing smile. You glanced over to the man in question, seeing him sitting next to Steve. He wore a t-shirt and swim shorts with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, and he looked damn good.

“I’ll go,” you announced, standing up and taking your t-shirt off, leaving you in your favorite swimsuit and a pair of shorts. You handed Wanda the shirt so it wouldn’t get wet. “Anyone wanna go with me?” Wanda jabbed your leg and gave you a playful glare.

“Go with her,” Steve muttered to Bucky, bumping his shoulder with his own.

“I don’t know, Steve.” Bucky sighed. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend just needed a little push. 

“Bucky will go with you,” Steve said a bit louder than necessary. Bucky groaned quietly at his friend, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his seat. He made sure to give Steve a certain look before making his way towards the back of the boat. You both grabbed your life jackets and started securing them as Sam moved out of your way.

“Cyborg!” Tony called out. “You going to take your shirt off?”

You felt Nat snort as she helped you off of the back of the boat and onto the tube. “Yeah, Bucky. Why don’t you show off your muscles for your girlfriend here.”

“Nat!” You paused for a second to look back at her with fake betrayal.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He snapped the last clasp on the life vest and checked to make sure you were all the way on the tube so he could start getting on.

“Oh, come on, Buckaroo!” Sam laughed. He started a chant of “take it off” with the rest of the team (even you, though you’d never admit it).

“Fine,” Bucky grumbled, hastily taking off the life jacket and shirt. He threw the shirt to the middle of the boat and resecured the lifevest, ignoring Nat’s hand offered out for help as he climbed on the tube. His famous Bucky glare melted off his face the second he saw your bright smile and he found himself smiling too.

“I don’t know how well this is going to go but it’s gonna be fun,” you said as he grabbed onto the handles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Tony’s a crazy driver and we’ve never been able to get you on a tube before. I’m betting you’ll fly off in the first three minutes.”

The tube jerked forwards before Bucky could say anything else. You started picking up speed quickly and soon enough, Bucky was holding the handles with a death grip. You ended up being right and about two minutes in, you hit a wave that threw him off.

“Are you okay?” you asked in between laughs as he struggled to get back on.

“Yeah,” he muttered, a hint of annoyance on his face. You threw a thumbs up to Tony, who nodded and started moving again. “It’s like he’s trying to throw us off.”

“Well half the fun is falling off.”

“You people have strange ways of entertaining yourselves on Sunday afternoons.”

“What would you suggest we rather do then?”

“I don’t know. Something that doesn’t involve giving myself whiplash for ‘fun.’”

“You’re such an old man.” You let go of a handle to smack his arm. Of course, at that exact moment, you hit a wave strong enough to throw both of you off. You shrieked as you flew off of the tube before smacking the water. Whether it was the lack of paying attention or a scheme by Nat and Steve, the boat kept going, leaving the two of you floating in the middle of the lake by yourselves.

“Where are they going?” You furrowed your eyebrows, though a grin was still evident on your face.

“Are you okay?” Bucky ignored your question as he swam over to you, worriedly grabbing your face and checking for injury.

“Buck, I’m fine,” you said, though you didn’t do anything to stop his injury check. He sighed and looked towards the direction the boat went. It seemed that they were already long gone.

“That shriek had me worried there for a second, doll.” His hands dropped from your cheeks and you found yourself missing his touch.

“No need to worry. I’m all good over here.”

“Good.”

A lull of conversation fell over the two of you as you treaded water. You slowly moved closer, noses almost touching when Bucky glanced down to your lips. You nodded. I want this too.

His lips brushed over yours: eyes closed and hands dipping under the water to grab your waist.

“There you are!” you heard Sam’s voice shout. You quickly separated, looking awkwardly down at the water as you tried to focus on anything but each other. “Thought we lost you. Didn’t interrupt anything, I hope.” He smirked at Bucky.

This time, it was Bucky flipping him off.

---

You tried to be quiet as possible as you tiptoed through the hallway, hoping that you wouldn’t step on any particularly squeaky floorboards in the dark. You started opening drawers once you made it to the kitchen in search of a flashlight. Did Tony even own basic technology like that?

“What are you doing, doll?” A soft voice broke you from your thoughts. A pair of blue eyes stared back at you.

“Did I wake you up?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Oh, okay.”

“You look like a deer in headlights.” His lips turned into an almost smile. “Are you running away?”

“Just down to the dock. Need to clear my mind.” Nightmares.

He nodded. An unspoken understanding. Maybe that’s what made you such great friends.

“Mind if I join?”

“Sure.” You finally found a flashlight and grabbed it, sliding the drawer shut with your hip. You slid the glass door to the porch open, leaving Bucky to follow you out.  

Warmth surrounded you as you made your way to the dock. The humidity was atrocious during the day but at night, it was somehow comforting. The buzzing of bugs in the surrounding woods brought you a level of peace that the hum of air conditioning inside couldn’t. You sat down at the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the cool lakewater.

Bucky sat down next to you a moment later. Your silence contrasted with that of the busy summer night, but it was comfortable. Nothing needed to be said; the presence of each other was more than enough.

“You know,” he started, his gaze not leaving the shoreline across the way. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

You glanced over to him for a second, taking subtle notice of his features when his guard was down. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored yours, yet he looked relaxed.

“And what if I don’t?” The slight stain of your voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His head turned to meet you eyes. The soft upturn of your lips and content sigh told him that was the right answer. Your hand inched closer to his, your pinkies brushing on the splintered wood of the dock.

“How do you always know what to say?” Your gaze followed his across the lake, catching sight of a few deer grazing on the grass at the edge of the woods.

“I guess being alive for 106 years has to give me some kind of wisdom, right?”

You snorted, breaking the quiet atmosphere the two of you had created for the first time that night.

“I dunno. You’re still kind of a dumbass.”

“And you're still kind of a smartass, so where does that get us?” A grin spread across his face and there was no sight you loved more.

“God, I love seeing you smile.” A blush coated his cheeks at your words and he prayed you couldn’t see it in the dark of the night.

Your hands inched closer for a second time that night. A metal hand reached across to grab yours, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer. Your head rested beneath his chin as he rubbed circles into your side.

“Thank you,” you mumbled after a few minutes of quiet.

“For what?”

“Your face.”

His chest rumbled with laughter and he squeezed you just the slightest bit tighter. “Glad I could be of service, doll.”

“Seriously, though . . .Thank you for being around. I know we joke around a lot but it really means a lot that you’re willing to sit out here with me.”

“I mean, technically, it was more of me inviting myself than putting myself through the torture of sitting here with you.”

You pulled away from his chest, shifting yourself so you could look at him better. “For real, Buck.” You put your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Just do it, Bucky. Now’s the time.

He let out a breath as he smiled, looking anywhere but in your eyes as he contemplated what to do next. The hand not holding your waist came to brush back a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked shocked for a moment, leaving him to wonder if he’d been reading it wrong all along. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I thought that-”

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck as his grabbed your hips. It was everything you needed and yet it still wasn’t enough.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen,” you breathed once you pulled away. This grin on your face mirrored his as he pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

“Actually . . . I think I might.” He dipped back in for another kiss, this one a bit softer than the first, but just as passionate.

A sudden breeze swept through the night and you shivered. It would have been a relief from the heat if you weren’t already having chills due to the man in front of you.

“Let’s get you back inside, doll.”

You were reluctant to let go of him. The moment you’d been waiting for for so long finally happened and you felt yourself scared to be too far from him.

You shifted your weight back so he could get up, not realizing just how close to the edge of the dock you were. Bucky let go of your hips before you could warm him and you felt yourself falling backwards in slow motion. A small yelp left your lips and Bucky’s attempt to save you was futile as your hands slipped through his.

“Cold, cold, cold!” you chanted once you surfaced, barely hearing yourself over how loud Bucky was laughing.

“Are you okay?” he choked out in between his laughter, kneeling at the edge of the dock and holding his hand out towards you. You grabbed his hand with a glare.

“I have half a mind to yank you in here with me.” His eyes widened at your words.

“Don’t you dare!” You tugged his arm lightly, just enough to get his face closer to yours.

“I guess I can spare you. Just this one time.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling yourself up onto the dock. “But I think I deserve a hug for my troubles.”

“Can’t deny my girlfriend that, now can I?” He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head on his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline.

“I’m your girlfriend, huh? Damn, we’re moving fast! Do you have the wedding planned already?”

“Oh please. I think we all know we’ve basically been dating for a while now.”

“Perhaps.” The two of you stayed in that position for a moment longer before another breeze came.  “Should we go in now that we’re both wet and cold?”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea, doll.” Keeping an arm around each other, you slowly made your way back to the cabin, already making plans for a proper date once the trip was over.

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The Third Variant to the SootCraft Fundy and Wilbur family drama that Maybe Accidentally Started it

So yesterday me and @bigbraveboop came to the conclusion that C!fundy had an arc in early early L'manburg that we were kinda unaware of. And it cracks the case of... how the family drama started. And also is why is this exists

C!Tommy was the catalyst of the c!Fundy | c!Wilbur family drama in S1 and i promise i have proof

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So what does Fundy repeatedly say is his biggest gripe with Wilbur currently and multiple times after his death? Well:

“You were there for me for a very very long time and then when i needed you the most, you skedaddled fuck the out of my life and died. Because of what? L’manberg’s causes, huh? You thought that was- You thought that was justice? You thought that was good for me? You left me, man.’

“The dad that- my dad that exploded himself for the sake of a country, just for that country to be demolished in future hands?-"

“He put me to priority number 2, man. He put me in the second place.”

So its about L’manburg being more important than him to Wilbur.

Now lets dig deep, where did that insecurity start? Why did Fundy arrive at this conclusion? Why did he feel like this in the first place about his position in L’manburg and his Father?

We kinda assume it was always there or was because of Wilbur actually prioritizing L’manburg over his son/being negectfull. But no! Fundy was very confident in his realtionship with Wilbur and his position in L’manburg at the Start and we see tha change so!

I want to argue that this insecurity... didn't come from Wilbur or any of his actions or lack thereof. Not directly.

“Wilbur? I dunno, Wilbur’s a man of chaos, alright- due to the lore of the server, Wilbur may or may not have been the father of our nation, but- that doesn’t mean he’s for everything I do. That doesn’t mean he stands behind me, alright? Not necessarily...not necessarily.”

This is the first instance of Fundy doubting his connection to Wilbur helping things, i'd argue it still was a part of a lighhearted bit that isn’t to be taken too seriously in the context of the larger story but i realized something that made me change my mind, i mean it is still a lighthearted bit but it connects to a certain quote from uncle Innit:

“What would father think?”

And then that got me thinking and:

Part 1 aka Early L'manburg Fundy had different feelings towards Wilbur than Civil War Fundy

So how did Fundy act towars Wilbur early on?

Fundy: "Don't speak to me ma- hey that's fucked up don't talk about that. That's-"

Tommy: "Listen Th- you gotta kn- you gotta know you don't speak to the boss's son like that. Nevermind about- about the boss's wife to the boss's son in front of the boss's right hand man! You really gotta- You really gotta read the room Thunder."

Fundy: "Yea you don't. You don't."

JM: "fine ok let him do what he wants to do, i just don't wanna hear about it [..]"

Tommy: "Listen to me Fundy- Listen to me Fundy- he didn't mean that- he's just a bold man- he had- he had a little-"

Fundy [turning to JM]: "I will tell on you."

Tommy: " NO no no no Fundy- Fundy He had a little flirt with Dream- he had a little flirt with dream, he's- he's a- he's really new, he's learing his boundaries, he's over stepped them, alright, listen, but you don't have to tell Will, you don't have to tell no-one. "

[To JM] "Thunder you need to to calm your fucking- holy shit."

"-Please, please give him a rest."

JM: "no i- im sorry, im sorry, i'm sorry Fundy"

Fundy: 'I don't want this behavior again, alright."

JM: "no i wont- i wont-"

Fundy: 'Don't talk to my Dad OR my salmon Mother like that ever again, i will tell on you, keep it in mind. I have privilege to speak up against-"

JM: "i understand."

I will come back to the i have a privilege line later but first, from this we see Fundy being confident that Wilbur would take his side because he is his son. He is the “i will tell my parents about this” kid, alongside that he doesn’t feel like he has no imput in decisions, he doesnt feel insecure here he is in the position of power. 

So again when did it appear?

Well,

Fundy: “I may or may not have scammed a bunch of people, including all of L’manburg people, um…”

Tommy: “You scammed L’manburg members?!”

Fundy: “But here’s the thing – I’m willing to pay you a part of the profit if you help me out here!”

Tommy: “Fundy…okay, can I tell you what’s happened from my point of view? The son of the President has gone around scamming the other presidential members, and as the Vice President whilst the President’s not on, this is my duty to make sure that this doesn’t pull apart L’manburg. And what you’re saying – what you’ve essentially just said is, ‘hey, can I bribe you?’“

Fundy: “…Can I?”

Tommy: “Jesus Christ…No, okay, we need to settle this now, ‘cause I mean if this happens on my turf, I’m gonna fucking take the blame from this from Wilbur, alright…so listen, Fundy, under no circumstances can you bribe anyone!”

Fundy: “I got two Netherite scraps?”

Tommy: “Okay, okay – explain to me what’s happened, please.”

[Fundy explains the conflict]

Tommy: “What would father think?”

Fundy: “Well, he always – he always sides…by me…obviously.”

Tommy: “Would he though? I mean, you’ve gone against the other members of the nation he fought to build.”

Fundy: “Well only because my loot has been stolen! Alright?”

Tommy: “This sounds petty, Fundy.”

Fundy: “Okay, okay, I can word this differently in my favor.”

Tommy: “No, okay, no – you’re not meant to say that out loud! Okay, I’m gonna ask Tubbo what’s happened, and then from there on we’ll – but please do not do any – we can’t have L’manburg falling out over this, alright?” 

So here we see Fundy the president’s son being put in comparison to L’manburg the nation the president built for what Wilbur would prioritize for the first time, and Tommy sows the seeds that maybe L’manburg matters more to Wilbur than him, that Wilbur would choose the nation. this is also first time Fundy has been sort of excluded from the Whole of L’manburg.

and we see Tommy’s words affect Fundy,

Fundy: “We gotta list everyone who’s against me:”

“I killed Tubbo twice, I stole his bow. Tubbo’s probably against me.”

“Tommy has always been against me from the start.”

“Sapnap is against me because I killed his animals and stole them.”

“Punz is against me ‘cause I stole his bees.”

“Eret is against me ‘cause I went after Karl.”

“Karl’s against me ‘cause -- I just realized I’ve made a lot of enemies...I just realized I don’t have many -- I don’t have many allies on the server. There’s not many allies.”

“Who’s neutral? Niki! Niki is with me! Niki is friendly.”

“Wilbur? I dunno, Wilbur’s a man of chaos, alright...due to the lore of the server, Wilbur may or may not have been the father of our nation, but...that doesn’t mean he’s for everything I do. That doesn’t mean he stands behind me, alright? Not necessarily...not necessarily.”

“Quackity? Quackity’s definitely not -- no, listen, Quackity’s definitely not for me, okay. I called him a whore. There’s definitely -- there’s definitely many things Quackity has against me.”

so here is my argument... Fundy’s insecurity started with Tommy.

Part 2 Development Of Those Feelings (Uncle Tommy you’re not Helping)

Fundy, growing disillusioned with Wilbur and L’manburg, lead to this one coversation between Fundy and Wilbur,

Wilbur: Well the uh- the ballot entries have closed now.

Fundy: Who's in it?

Wilbur: Well it originally was just gonna be me and Tommy, me and Tommy tired to do it so- tried to do it so we will be the only ones running, then suddenly out of nowhere Quackity joins and enters himself on the ballot-

Fundy: Ok.

Wilbur: -so it's me and Tommy against Quackity and someone else.

Fundy: Who's someone else?

Wilbur: We don't know yet, he hasn't announced,

Fundy: Wait then- oh, so it's just a random… sneaky person who put himself in the ballot not announced who he is.

Wilbur: yeah, yeah. I mean if you wanna try and convince Quackity that you wanna run against your father.

Fundy: Yeah ok.

Wilbur: Wait, you- you wouldn't though. 

Fundy: What if i win? What are- what are you gonna do?

Wilbur: Well then you'd be Vice President.

Fundy: but-What if i win?

Wilbur: Why do you want power in L'manburg so much?

Fundy: Why do you want power?

Wilbur: Because- i led the revolution, i'm your…  i'm your president.

Fundy: That's history.

Wilbur: Wh- d- Do you not think i-  i'm suitable to run for president?

Fundy: I think you are, but i think I am as well.

Wilbur: I don't know man. I don't- i think- i think you- i think you'd be s- i think you'd be getting into a fight you wouldn't want to start with me. You've only been on the positive side of me, you've only seen my nice side, because y'know? being my son you get- you get special- y'know? You won't ever see me going against you.

Fundy: Wait so you're a biased person going for presidency.

Wilbur: Biased to my son? Yes. But, if you're gonna run against me then i'm changing, i'll- i'll go guns blazing.

Fundy: I'll have a word with Quackity.

Wilbur: Fundy i…  i've got- i've got- i've got a bad feeling about this. I think you're just gonna… you're just gonna get hurt.

Fundy: That will happen-

.

Wilbur: Fundy yeah- Yeah someone in my chat just pointed out, Fundy you started the civil war.

Niki: I mean technically Sapnap started the civil war.

Fundy: I mean- i mean technically- Yeah y' know, technically- and i'm gonna win it! It's fine! I mean what does he have on me, really?

Wilbur: I thought it was you fighting Tubbo?

Fundy: what?

Wilbur: I thought civil war was you and Tubbo?

Fundy: No, Tubbo's just a prick.

Wilbur: Sapnap's not even- not even part of L’manburg how is it a civil war?

Fundy: I don't know you brought it up!

Wilbur: Tommy told me- Tommy told me it was Tubbo and Fundy.

Fundy: Yeah no Tommy is a little bit delusional.

Wilbur: I think i've spoiled you.

Fundy: How?

Wilbur: I think you need to learn some manners.

Fundy: I dunno- power seems nice.

Wilbur: Fine, you can run against me, it won't end well for you but you can give it a go.

Fundy: Like i said i'll- i'll have a word with Quackity i'll think of my actions, see what will happen, i'm not saying necessarily that i'll go against you, then again i'm not standing beside you because you may or may not be the father of L'manburg 

Wilbur: And you! The father of you!

Fundy: That's irrelevant. To-

Wilbur: No it's not irrelevant! It's very relevant to this!

Fundy: I don't-  i don't think that's relevant to presidency

I’ll talk over Wilburs pov here in a little bit but focusing on Fundy, 

He wants to run, other than everything we established before here Fundy wants to run to prove himself to himself, and we see the other part of this conflict more internally is,  

(“[..] may or may not be the father of L'manburg- “ , “ That's irrelevant.” )

 Well, here is the insecurity about Wilbur choosing L’manburg (here his position as president) over Fundy, the being second place to L’manburg part matters here becasue i think this is where Wilbur and Fundy fundamentally clash, so Fundy doesn’t want for it to matter to Wilbur, he doesn’t want for his position as son to have any influence over Wilbur here beacuse of this fear that that’s why he may be in the second place.

now let’s move on to,

Uncle Tommy ‘helps’

Fundy: “I’m wearing glasses…are you making fun of my eyesight?!”

Tommy: “Yes.”

Sapnap: “Your father would be very disappointed.”

Fundy: “Wh – disappointed for wearing glasses?!”

Tommy: “You got glasses, like what are you wearing…”

Fundy: “What do you mean?”

Tommy: “Sapnap, Sapnap, over here. Fundy, Fundy, Fundy, I’m really sorry to say this – I’m just here to publicly denounce you.”

Fundy: “…What?”

Tommy: “I just, I – yeah. You’re stinky, you’re shitty, the fur that’s sewn onto your skin, I look at it and I go (retching sounds) And whilst you’re a lovely guy, you’re actually not, you’re really…and all the viewers are like ‘oh no!’ But they can’t smell you. I can! Holy shit, you know? I mean you know, Sapnap…”

Fundy: “I showered two hours before the stream…”

Tommy: “I know, and that’s what makes it so remarkable, how you smell that terrible.”

Fundy: “I used coconut oil…it smells good…”

…

Tommy: “Fundy, I’m just here to kinda let you know that I – if you weren’t Wilbur’s son, you would be out of L’manburg, alright? Just remember – you need to keep that relationship with your father. I saw how asshole-y and bratty you were acting in the courtroom the other night. You need to pull your shit together young man.”

Fundy: “Being neutral is – is asshole?”

Tommy: “Yes. Come with me, Sapnap. Yeah, I’ve denounced you – well no no no, you were challenging him. You were challenging him.”

Fundy: “Denounced to what?”

Tommy: “I just – it’s just a formal way of saying you suck.”

(Tommy and Sapnap leave)

Fundy: “…They are mean…They are mean! Why are they so mean? That is so mean…”

Fundy: “Listen, it is one thing making fun of a person’s appearance…it is one thing making fun of a person’s blindness, but hey – don’t fucking make fun of my coconut oil! Listen dude…that shit smells tasty! That smells good! Man…that’s…god…coconut oil, man…dude.“

…

Fundy: “TNT their houses? That will just prove their point, chat. That will just prove their point. That will just prove their point…they’re just mean. They’re so mean. But it is okay, chat. It is okay. The reason why it’s okay…that’s actually true. Why is he talking to the enemy? Wait…wait a minute. Wait a minute! So let me get the story straight real quick.”

 “Chat…just hold up a second here! Hold on a second! So Tommy is demoting me, right? And he’s saying you’re only in L’manburg because of Wil. So Tommy says…in theory, he would kick me out if he had the chance. But considering that, while he’s together with Sapnap…it leads me to believe…Tommy wants to destroy L’manburg!”

“Why would he do that? Why would he team up with Sapnap? He had no correlation with this conversation at all. What was the reason for that?”

“…Do we have another traitor in our midst?”

…

Fundy: “Listen, Tommy, here’s a really interesting theory, alright…here’s an interesting theory, Tommy. I got a little theory on my mind! Listen, boy, we’re part of L’manburg, you and me. Wil as well, Tubbo, all of us, alright? And we’re supposed to be a union! Now here’s the thing! Here’s the thing. If you said, due to Wilbur I’m still basically part of L’manburg – in other terms saying that if it was on your hands you would get me out of there, right, why would you excessively bring Sapnap, out of all people, for that conversation alone?”

Tommy: “Shall I explain to you? It’s because, Fundy, we fucking need votes, Fundy. We need votes! This Quack City guy, son of BadBoyHalo? He’s just – he’s just, like, oh my god. We needed votes. And listen, Fundy–”

Fundy: “You basically just lost my vote, and I feel like that’s your purpose!”

Tommy: “You’re in L’manburg! You vote for us already – you vote for your own father, don’t be an idiot!”

Fundy: “I feel like you’re trying to bring us apart, Tommy. I feel like your goals are not supportive towards L’manburg at the moment…”

Tommy: “From my perspective, Sapnap hates you, Fundy. Sapnap hates you. And if I go listen, if I had to tier list all of the members of L’manburg, Fundy would be in D tier. He needs to hear that.”

Fundy: “…Tommy, are you Eret?”

Post the court debate Fundy was more decided on running on his own,

“Honestly, I feel like everything just needs to change. Honestly, I feel like neither of the parties have done enough right to deserve leadership, to deserve presidency in the first place. I feel like a lot of shit needs to change.”

Fundy didnt want to endorse any of the parties, SWAG2020 was endorsed by Dream, and he belived POG2020 to be corrupt because of the bribing Karl situation, so he was more keen on running on his own, and then came the public denouncing situaion.

Obviously Fundy was hurt by this, especially considering Sapnap was his enemy, and Tommy’s words didnt do Fundy’s and Wilburs already shaky relationship many favours, but his behaviour both pushed Fundy futher away from the POG party, and started Fundy’s ‘traitor Tommy’ theory that he shared with Niki after which the Coconut2020 party was formed.

Part 3 Wilbur is a oblivious dumbass but it makes sense now.

now lets look at Wilburs pov of things, which means we are coming back to the privilege line,

Wilbur: I don't know man. I don't- i think- i think you- i think you'd be s- i think you'd be getting into a fight you wouldn't want to start with me. You've only been on the positive side of me, you've only seen my nice side, because y'know? being my son you get- you get special- y'know? You won't ever see me going against you.

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JM: "no i- im sorry, im sorry, i'm sorry Fundy"

Fundy: 'I don't want this behavior again, alright."

JM: "no i wont- i wont-"

Fundy: 'Don't talk to my Dad OR my salmon Mother like that ever again, i will tell on you, keep it in mind. I have privilege to speak up against-"

JM: "i understand."

So coming back to this quote, i belive Wilbur didnt realize Fundy had these doubts about thier relationship, because he was used to Fundy sharing his problems with him, and he was left kinda drifting in an ‘why is my son suddenly against me now??’

Wilbur didnt realize Fundy’s feelings about him had changed, as in Fundy no longer WOULD come to him if he had any probems, because Fundy used to come to him with problems, ("I will tell on you.") But Tommy’s first comment knocked him down and the debate and the Sapnap-Tommy situation had as well and the denouncement, (which Wilbur also knew shit about) because he was already insecure about his place in L’manburg and Wilbur. AND he wouldn't come to Wilbur like he used to because Wilbur was the point of his insecurity even if he wasnt the couse of it.

So we see Wilbur kinda be sad and confused and misstepping becasue of that,

Wilbur: I don't know man. I don't- i think- i think you- i think you'd be s- i think you'd be getting into a fight you wouldn't want to start with me. You've only been on the positive side of me, you've only seen my nice side, because y'know? being my son you get- you get special- y'know? You won't ever see me going against you.

Fundy: Wait so you're a biased person going for presidency.

Wilbur: Biased to my son? Yes. But, if you're gonna run against me then i'm changing, i'll- i'll go guns blazing.

Fundy: I'll have a word with Quackity.

Wilbur: Fundy i…  i've got- i've got- i've got a bad feeling about this. I think you're just gonna… you're just gonna get hurt.

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Wilbur: Tommy told me- Tommy told me it was Tubbo and Fundy.

Fundy: Yeah no Tommy is a little bit delusional.

Wilbur: I think i've spoiled you.

Fundy: How?

Wilbur: I think you need to learn some manners.

Fundy: I dunno- power seems nice.

Wilbur: Fine, you can run against me, it won't end well for you but you can give it a go.

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Wilbur: Wait, look who’s coming, look who’s coming.

Tommy: Uh oh!

Wilbur: My son. My boy.

Tommy: Your ex-son.

Wilbur: Yeah. Well, I mean, he’s still my son in blood, but, he’s just…

Tommy: You should put him up.

Wilbur: What d’you mean, put him up? What, for adoption?

Tubbo: For adoption.

Tommy: Yeah. You should see if Big Q will adopt him.

[They discuss Fundy’s Twitch Prime cape. He runs up on stage, to the microphone, and starts punching the air. He’s not in the same vc as them.]

Wilbur: What’s he doing, what’s he doing- what is this? What is this bit? What is he doing?

Tommy: What the fuck are you- no.

Wilbur: He’s just not- he’s not- he’s really upsetting me.

Tommy: Just- just- he’s not President is he? He’s got no manners, he has no manners. No etiquette.

Wilbur: Look, he’s supposed to be my son.

[Wilbur types in chat: “fundy talk to me” and Fundy immediately leaves the game.]

Tubbo: He is trying.

Tommy: Tubbo, you’re gonna get murdered, my friend.

Wilbutr: He said, he said, “I am here for the Presidencialcy-” He just left.

Tommy: And then he- [sighs] I’m so sorry you have to deal with him.

W: I don’t- I- It’s really sad, like I… Honestly, I- when he turned around to me and he said he wasn’t gonna vote for me, and then he decided he was gonna vote for the opposition, and then he decided he was gonna run against me, that was- one of those was the straw that broke my back. I’m not sure which one- I’m still contemplating which one was the- are you listening?

[Tommy has jumped off the podium to join Tubbo in the audience.]

Tpmmy: Yeah, I’m going down to Tubbo, I just- I’m just letting you vent, Wilbur, I want you to have time to vent.

Wilbur: Yeah I just- I miss me son! I miss me son! I miss when he was my boy! Do you remember when he was my boy?

Tommy: Yeah, I’m not really good at handling… People who are emotional.

Wilbur also didn’t know anything about the denouncement situation,

Sapnap: “Will you continue to have your son banished from L’Manberg if I vote for you?” 

Wilbur: “My son. My- My son. Look, we’re talking about politics here, I don’t want to talk about my family, if that’s alright. … I would like to say, thank you, Sapnap, for the question, I very much appreciate it, but I’m not gonna be fielding responses about my family situation, thank you.” (Alivebur)

*Wilbur proceeds to step off the podium and cry*

Wilbur: “Fundy...!” 

Besides that  fundamenatally Fundys and Wilburs views about the presidency oppose eachother,

“Tommy, I’m- I’m- I’m- I don’t know what to do, Tommy, I’ve never not been President.”

Fundy sees Wilbur and L'manburg as two separate things that he has to unfiairly contest with and for 

1. for Wilbur because of his fears, for a place among L’manburg members

2. Because He wants to prove himself to himself. he needs to know what Tommy said, isn’t true/he can thrive regardless without his fathers support he can still be a  great member of L’manburg and even a president

Wilbur sees himself as inherently connected trough L’manburg with everyone to the point that he thinks that without his position he cant do anything for his loved ones/ he wont be usefull. he thinks of l’manburg as something he does FOR all of them including Fundy.

“My son… My son is tearing down the walls, in front of me! My son is tearing down the walls in front of me! The walls I built to keep him safe! I promised him this world, Tommy, I promised him this world.”

----

 “Fundy was the closest thing I had to something I cared about in L’Manberg, when it all began. You know, when it started, the closest thing to anything I cared about was Fundy. Fundy was my, he was my, he was my boy! My rock!”

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Ranboo: "I don't know if they actually needed me, but I was there.(about his work in the NLM cabinet)" 

Wilbur:"I know that feel." 

This why Fundy and Wilbur clash fundamentally here,

Fundy: Like i said i'll- i'll have a word with Quackity i'll think of my actions, see what will happen, i'm not saying necessarily that i'll go against you, then again i'm not standing beside you because you may or may not be the father of L'manburg 

Wilbur: And you! The father of you!

Fundy: That's irrelevant. To-

Wilbur: No it's not irrelevant! It's very relevant to this!

Fundy: I don't-  i don't think that's relevant to presidency

Part 4 Tommy WHY? (he is propably protective and and a tiny bit jealous )

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Tommy: “Hey, you know about Fundy’s little rebellious stage he’s going through?”

Tommy: “Fundy, I’m just here to kinda let you know that I – if you weren’t Wilbur’s son, you would be out of L’manburg, alright? Just remember – you need to keep that relationship with your father. I saw how asshole-y and bratty you were acting in the courtroom the other night. You need to pull your shit together young man.”

----

Tommy: “Shall I explain to you? It’s because, Fundy, we fucking need votes, Fundy. We need votes! This Quack City guy, son of BadBoyHalo? He’s just – he’s just, like, oh my god. We needed votes. And listen, Fundy–”

Fundy: “You basically just lost my vote, and I feel like that’s your purpose!”

Tommy: “You’re in L’manburg! You vote for us already – you vote for your own father, don’t be an idiot!”

Fundy: “I feel like you’re trying to bring us apart, Tommy. I feel like your goals are not supportive towards L’manburg at the moment…”

Tommy: “From my perspective, Sapnap hates you, Fundy. Sapnap hates you. And if I go listen, if I had to tier list all of the members of L’manburg, Fundy would be in D tier. He needs to hear that.”

----

Wilbur: Wait, look who’s coming, look who’s coming.

Tommy: Uh oh!

Wilbur: My son. My boy.

Tommy: Your ex-son.

Wilbur: Yeah. Well, I mean, he’s still my son in blood, but, he’s just…

Tommy: You should put him up.

Wilbur: What d’you mean, put him up? What, for adoption?

Tubbo: For adoption

---

Wilbur: He said, he said, “I am here for the Presidencialcy-” He just left.

Tommy: And then he- [sighs] I’m so sorry you have to deal with him.

W: I don’t- I- It’s really sad, like I… Honestly, I- when he turned around to me and he said he wasn’t gonna vote for me, and then he decided he was gonna vote for the opposition, and then he decided he was gonna run against me, that was- one of those was the straw that broke my back. I’m not sure which one- I’m still contemplating which one was the- are you listening?

[Tommy has jumped off the podium to join Tubbo in the audience.]

Tommy: Yeah, I’m going down to Tubbo, I just- I’m just letting you vent, Wilbur, I want you to have time to vent.

Wilbur: Yeah I just- I miss me son! I miss me son! I miss when he was my boy! Do you remember when he was my boy?

Tommy: Yeah, I’m not really good at handling… People who are emotional.

Besides Tommy genuinely wanting to get more votes during the dennoucemnt situation, his seconddary motive was well, he was protective over Wilbur, he noticed that what Fundy did during the debate hurt Wilbur, and kept acting bitter towards him from then on. ( “ I saw how asshole-y and bratty you were acting in the courtroom the other night.” / And then he- [sighs] I’m so sorry you have to deal with him.”  )

the he a was tiny bit jealous point IS more up in the air but we can compare this to how Tommy acted towards Ranboo just after leaving prison, when he learned of the c!beeduo marriage.

Quotes from @/kateis-cakeis, @/findingjoynweirdstuff, @/ace-enderchest and my own transcripts, thank you guys!

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Fun & Games [Chapter One]

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: After getting up close and personal on a case, neither Y/N nor Spencer can get enough of one another.

Part Summary: While undercover as a young loving couple, both Y/N and Spencer realise that they may just have to step up their game.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: This series is an 18+ series. Minors DNI.

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CHAPTER ONE: ONE KISS

Soft laughs came from a booth in the corner of the busy restaurant that went unnoticed by most people. No one paid any attention to the couple that looked so very clearly in love with each other. The way that their eyes lit up every time they made eye contact. Whenever the woman would gently rub her hands over the man’s chest he felt himself pulled even closer to her touch. The man’s hand on her thigh, his thumb gently rubbing circled on it, made her skin burn. 

Of course the couple hadn’t noticed the fact that their bodies were somehow attracted towards one another, like they were acting on their own accord. However, the way the couple had pressed their bodies together was nothing except utter convenience. The whispers exchanged between the two were nothing like the usual sweet nothings exchanged between two lovers. In fact they were quite the opposite. 

“The table by the large window,” Spencer’s lips brushed past Y/N’s ear, “He’s been staring at us for a while now. Do you think he could be the unsub?”

***

How Spencer and Y/N found themselves to be in this position was strange to say the least. The morning they walked into the bullpen, no one was at their desks. That morning Spencer had to call Y/N to ask for a ride to work as he had woken up late and missed the train. 

���Where is everyone?” Y/N asked, “I thought that we were supposed to do paperwork today?”

Spencer looked around the bullpen until his eyes landed on the round table room where everyone was standing around. Y/N followed his eye line and groaned.

“We better not have a case.” Y/N said as the two made their way to the round table room. 

When the two walked in, all attention was diverted towards them, not what Hotch was saying. There were two boxes sitting in the middle of the table which made Y/N even more confused. 

“Do we have a case?” Spencer spoke up.

“You can say that.” Emily said, repressing a smirk.

“Reid, L/N, you two are going undercover at a restaurant tonight.” Hotch stated.

“Okay…” Y/N said slowly, “Are you going to explain why or are we just going to be surprised?”

“Over the last couple of weeks, there have been several couples murdered and we are led to believe that the unsub selects them from this restaurant, their bodies have all been found around the area.” Hotch explained.

“Why haven’t we heard about this until now?” Y/N questioned as she was handed a file to look over by Penelope.

“We weren’t invited on the case until last night,” Hotch said, “And we have to move fast, the time between his kills is getting shorter by the minute.”

“Okay, but why is it me and Spence going undercover, why not any of you?” Y/N asked.

“The unsub has only targeted couples around your ages, you two are our best bet to go in.” Hotch explained.

“What are those boxes on the table?” Spencer questioned.

“Oh these!” Penelope piped up suddenly getting excited, “These are the clothes you will both be wearing tonight, it’s a very fancy restaurant so this calls for very fancy clothes. I made sure to get them in your sizes and I’m sure they will flatter you both immensely.”

As Y/N and Spencer headed to where the bathrooms were to try on their outfits, Y/N nudged him slightly.

“So Spence, are you ready to be my boyfriend?” Y/N teased.

“Only if you’re ready to be my girlfriend.” Spencer replied.

“Please, of course I’m ready,” Y/N said, “It’s you I’m worried about.”

“Yeah?” Spencer questioned.

“Yeah,” Y/N confirmed, “I don’t know how you’ll be able to handle all of this.”

Spencer looked her up and down, before stepping slightly closer to her, “I think I can manage.”

Y/N smirked, “We’ll see Spencer, we’ll see.”

***

Discreetly, Y/N looked over her shoulder, making out like she was looking for the waiter. The man Spencer was talking about was staring directly at them as he gripped his drink so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The longer Y/N looked at him, the more he stared back. 

“It’s possible it could be him.” Y/N muttered under her breath while turning back to face Spencer. 

Y/N shifted her body in the booth so she could have an eye line of the man. To not make it look obvious, she wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck to pull him closer to her. 

As Y/N watched the man shift around in his seat that’s when Y/N saw the obvious bulge in his pants. She tried her best to stifle her giggle.

“Spence,” Y/N whispered, her lips brushing against his ear, “I don’t think he’s our unsub.”

“Why not?” Spencer questioned,trying to turn back to face the man however Y/N placed her hand on his cheek to keep him staring at her. 

“Don’t make it too obvious you’re looking,” She muttered, “We don’t want to embarrass him further.”

“Embarrass him? How?” Spencer asked.

“He’s trying to hide a rather obvious bulge in his trousers,” Y/N said, “I mean I see why, we look absolutely incredible in these clothes. I think we should put on a little show for him.”

“What- what do you mean?” Spencer questioned.

“Just to rile him up a bit, hopefully get him to leave, he’s awfully distracting,” Y/N said, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” Spencer said, “How are we going to rile him up?”

“Like this.” Y/N said and positioned her and Spencer’s head in a position that, from the man’s angle, looked like they were kissing. 

Y/N’s lips were nearly brushing the corner of Spencer’s. At that moment, neither of them thought anything of the position they were in, they were solely focused on getting rid of that guy. Spencer moved his hand up Y/N’s thigh slightly, his thumb gently dug into the inside of her thigh but she paid no attention to it. Her hands came up to gently run through Spencer’s hair. Both of them were trying their best to suppress their laughter. 

After another minute, Y/N looked to where the man would be sitting and he was up and off of his feet heading towards the bathroom. Letting out the laugh she had wanted to for the last few minutes she parted from Spencer slightly, however she still remained close to maintain their cover. 

“And he’s gone to probably sort some things out in the bathroom.” Y/N chuckled which caused Spencer to laugh. 

“I can’t believe a guy got turned on just by looking at us.” Y/N said.

“Well it’s like you said,” Spencer said leaning close to her, “We look incredible in these clothes.”

Y/N smiled and reached her arms up to straighten Spencer’s bow tie, “Well I don’t know about me but you look incredibly handsome Dr, Reid.”

“You look amazingly beautiful Y/N, don’t even try to argue with me.” Spencer said.

Ever since Y/N had joined the BAU three years ago, her relationship to Spencer was always the strongest one she had. When she began to flirt with him, he would always get flustered and red in the face but as time went on and he realised that she was only messing with him, he began to return her flirtations - much to everyone’s surprise. The two could sometimes give Penelope and Derek a run for their money. 

“But I am being serious Spence, you do look handsome.” Y/N said genuinely, the flirtatious tone in her voice gone.

“So was I Y/N, you look so incredibly beautiful.” Spencer said. 

Y/N smiled before pressing a quick kiss to Spencer’s cheek. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t done before. 

“Can I get you anything else?” The waiter asked, suddenly appearing beside their table. 

Y/N looked around their table, the starters they had ordered to keep up appearances were long gone and their glasses of water were nearly empty. 

“Could we just get two glasses of water please?” Y/N questioned. The waiter nodded before wandering off. 

Y/N turned back to Spencer so they could talk in hushed whispers, “So obviously that guy completely rules out anyone we had as a suspect. Does anyone else look a little suspicious?”

The two discreetly scanned the restaurant once again. There were considerably less people than when the two first stepped foot in the building. Of course there was the possibility that the unsub may not even be in the restaurant with the two profilers, there was even the possibility that he had already left. But neither Y/N nor Spencer were going to back down. 

“Over by the bar area,” Spencer muttered, “Our waiter.”

Y/N looked towards where Spencer had said and low and beyond, theur waiter was intensely staring at them. What was different about the waiter's stare and the other man’s stare was that the waiter's stare was filled with pure hatred. 

“I’ll go to the bathroom to call Hotch,” Y/N muttered standing up. Before she could walk away she bent down towards Spencer to press a kiss against his cheek, “If the waiter does bring the water over, make sure not to drink it. It could be poison for all we know.”

Y/N headed towards the bathroom and as soon as she stepped inside, she immediately called Hotch. It rang once before he picked up.

“L/N?” Hotch spoke.

“Hotch, we think we have the guy but we have no way to be sure. We think it was our waiter,” Y/N explained, “If it is him, he’s had close contact with us all night so he thinks we’re most definitely a couple.”

“Okay, you and Reid exit the restaurant and try to lure the unsub to you, we’ll be near you for back up,” Hotch explained, “Reid has his gun right?”

“Yep,” Y/N confirmed, “We’ll head out now.”

The phone call ended and Y/N headed out of the bathroom and back to the table Spencer was waiting patiently at. The water they had ordered remained on the table untouched. Y/N extended her hand out to Spencer.

“Babe, let’s go home now, I really need to get out of their dress and maybe you can help me with it.” Y/N said, making sure the unsub could hear her. She cast an apologetic glance to a table that overheard her comment. 

Spencer took her hand as they stood up from the table. His arm wrapped around her waist as they walked through the restaurant and out the front doors. The streets were practically barren, barely anyone was around except for the occasional car driving past. If Y/N didn’t know the rest of her team was around, she would feel slightly scared.

As the two stepped out from the warmth of the restaurant and into the cold night air, Y/N couldn’t help but shiver as she folded her body into herself in an effort to keep warm. 

“Do you want my jacket?” Spencer asked. 

Y/N raised an eyebrow, “So you would rather see me with more clothes on?” She teased. 

Spencer rolled his eyes, a smile on his face, “I just won’t offer from now on.”

“No, no, I appreciate the gesture really,” Y/N said, before tilting her head up to whisper quietly into Spencer’s ear, “But your jacket is the only thing hiding your gun from the unsub.”

“Good point,” Spencer says before turning his head to see someone following them. They were wearing a coat but the trousers and shoes were the exact same as what the waiter was wearing, “The unsub is following us.”

Y/N didn’t risk looking back as she and Spencer walked down the street, “We need to lure him down to the next alley.”

“He’ll lose interest by then,” Spencer said, noticing where the next alleyway was.

“Do you trust me?” Y/N questions.

“Of course.” Spencer said.

Almost immediately after the words left Spencer’s mouth, Y/N’s lips were on his. Shocked was an understatement as to what Spencer felt in that moment. However, for the sake of the case, he kissed her back without a second thought. Y/N began to lightly push him until his back came in contact with the wall behind him. Spencer’s hand wandered down to Y/N’s hips as he gave them an unconscious squeeze causing her to moan quietly into Spencer’s mouth. 

It was as if both of them forgot where they were entirely as Spencer suddenly found the confidence to flip their positions so Y/N’s back was pressed against the wall. Their lips disconnected for a second as Y/N let out a small gasp. It wasn’t long before their lips were connected once again. Spencer’s hands roamed up her body, causing shivers to run up Y/N’s spine. His hands settled on either side of Y/N’s head, fingers tangling in her hair as he held her there. 

Completely not realising what he was doing, Spencer bent his knee slightly, causing Y/N to part her legs slightly. By now their kiss had gotten more desperate and they weren’t just kissing for the sake of the case anymore. They were kissing because they were desperate for each other. 

Spencer’s lips left hers as he began to trail kisses along her jaw making Y/N let out small whimpers of need. 

“Spencer…” She panted. 

Before either of them could continue what they had just started, they were quickly brought back to reality by the sound of a gun clicking. Spencer’s mouth immediately left Y/N’s jaw as he lifted his head up, not daring to look back. Instead he settled to shift his gaze down to Y/N who was still pressed tightly between his body and the wall, his hands still placed on the side of her head. 

“Don’t move,” The unsub hissed, “You two make me sick.”

Without the unsub noticing, Y/N slowly moved her hand under Spencer’s jacket, feeling around until her hand came in contact with his gun. 

“Why are you doing this?” Spencer questioned, keeping his voice calm, knowing what Y/N was doing. 

“People like you make me sick, the kissing, the hugging, the constant touching.” The unsub said.

“So you have a problem with public displays of affection?” Spencer questioned. 

“No, it’s couples like you that show it off all the time and act with no care in the world. You act like the world revolves around you. They don’t care about anything around them.” The unsub said, pressing the gun fully against the back of Spencer’s head causing Y/N to look up at him with a slight fear in her eyes. All she hoped for was for her team to stop him in time. 

“The other couples I killed, they were just like you two. Sitting in a booth acting all loving with each other while I waited on them and I got not a single thank you in return!” The unsub yelled. 

Y/N’s hand was fully on the gun, she hoped she wouldn’t have to use it but she knew that it was getting to that point. 

“Thank you,” Spencer said, “We appreciate you serving us our food and drinks.”

“Too late.” The unsub said and as he was about to pull the trigger, Y/N shot Spencer’s gun. It wasn’t a place where the unsub would be killed but was enough to seriously injure him.

Once the unsub fell to the ground, clutching his bullet wound in agony, Spencer and Y/N immediately wrapped each other in a hug, momentarily forgetting what just happened between them only moments ago. 

“We’re okay…” Spencer mumbled into her shoulder.

The two pulled away just as the team approached them. They were checked over before they were left alone, the events that just occurred still fresh in the mind. Y/N’s body still felt like it was burning from where Spencer had touched her. Her lips were swollen and she could still feel the ghost of Spencer’s lips trailing across her jaw. 

Y/N, still realising she was holding Spencer’s gun, offered it back to him to hich he took it. The two maintained eye contact for what felt like eternity. Spencer couldn't help but let his eyes constantly glance down to Y/N’s lips. Neither of them knew what to say to each other, knowing that whatever they said, they would make the situation more awkward than it needed to be. 

Luckily for both of them, Hotch approached the pair of them, causing both of their attention to divert to him. 

“Well done you two.” Hotch said. 

“Thank you Hotch.” Y/N said. 

Hotch gave her and Spencer a small nod before wandering off again leaving Y/N and Spencer alone again. Wanting to avoid Spencer for the time being, she spotted Emily and headed towards her, leaving Spencer to head towards Derek. 

“So, you and Spencer got a little close there,” Emily teased, causing Y/N’s face to heat up, “Did you two kiss or anything or did he just back you up to a wall and, like, hold you there?”

“I, well, he, um, we did- wait didn’t-” 

“You two did kiss!” Emily exclaimed, “Tell me, was our genius good or not?”

“Emily!” Y/N said, swatting her arm lightly, “We only kissed because the unsub was losing interest.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Emily said.

“I don’t need to,” Y/N said, “We only did it for the sake of the case, I wasn’t thinking about whether he was a good kisser or not.”

Of course Y/N lied to Emily’s face. Of course she was thinking about whether he was a good kisser or not. He was an exceptional kisser. The way everything around them completely melted away as soon as their lips connected was nothing like Y/N had ever felt before. His hands and the way they roamed around her body was enough for Y/N’s face to heat up again. Of course Y/N would make flirty remarks toward Spencer all the time and nothing would ever come of it. But now after kissing him, she felt an attraction toward him - something she had never experienced before. 

“I think I’m just gonna head home now,” Y/N said, “I’ll see you tomorrow Em.”

As Y/N began walking away, she failed to notice the lingering glance Spencer was sending her way. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Spencer was feeling the exact way she was.

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