#that's my secret. I've always had a hard time walking around for hours

[hamletisabitch]

Used a chair at the zoo tonight and it did not in fact make me combust, good job everyone

[folkwhoredoll]

yacht escapades - rafe cameron x fem!reader

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

synopsis: sneaking away with your boyfriend leads to a salacious session under the moonlight

word count: 2k

warnings/tags: smut! (unprotected sex, f and m oral, fingering, brief cockwarming), sweet boyfriend!rafe

a/n: hi everyone! thank you so so much for everyone's support on my recent works. seeing all your hearts and reblogs always makes my day :3 i've always wanted to write a smutfic for rafe so here it is. i hope you'll like this one. happy reading!

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“Relax, baby. This is literally my family’s yacht. Technically, it’s mine too so don’t worry.” Rafe assured you for the hundredth time, rotating the helm of the boat to move farther away from the dock.

Your boyfriend has always been unpredictable, so when he slowly woke you up half an hour ago because he couldn’t sleep, you had no idea that you two would end up sneaking away his parents’ yacht at three in the morning. A part of you was nervous, knowing that Ward tends to get pissed over the littlest things that Rafe did. But another voice was lulling you to just enjoy the night breeze.

“I know, I know. But what if—” You blabbed.

“Stop, sweetheart. We won’t even go that far.”

You sighed, walking over behind Rafe to wrap your arms around his waist while he continued to maneuver the boat far enough to isolate the two of you from the island.

“See? Isn’t this nice?” He smiled proudly, holding your hand to take you to the couch, easily pulling you to his lap.

Your breathing was quiet, hands firm on top of Rafe’s wrapped arms on your waist. He was occasionally giving you some soft kisses on the forehead and cheeks when you broke the silence. “So how exactly is this going to help you sleep?”

“It probably won’t.” He answered bluntly.

You chuckled, watching over the soft ripples on the surface of the lake.

You were on the verge of falling asleep on Rafe’s lap when you felt one of his hands move from your waist to your right thigh, thumb softly rubbing the skin. You didn’t think much of it and let out a small yawn, but he moved his hand further up, making you roll your eyes.

“Hey.”

“What?” Rafe replied innocently, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“I know what you’re doing.” You huffed. Sitting up straight but still not leaving his lap. “Did you just bring me here for sex?”

Rafe let out a fake gasp, but his eyes shone with mischief. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You know, we could’ve just done it in your bedroom.”

“Where’s the thrill in that?”

“So you admit! You just want sex.” You raised your brow.

“Well, yes and no. I really couldn’t sleep but now you just look so pretty and we’re all alone here.” He said, tugging the bottom of your shirt.

You groaned, not that you were annoyed with him. You’re annoyed with yourself for liking the idea. It is no secret that you and Rafe have always been sexually active, always trying out new things that one of you may be curious about. Your sex drive matches with his, and it is one of the things that you two love about each other. So the thought of giving yourself to your boyfriend in the middle of the night underneath the stars tempted you so much. And you shamelessly fell for it.

You looked down at his groin, already noticing the bulge through his khaki shorts despite the slight darkness. You pressed your hands against him and gave it a hard squeeze, surprising Rafe.

“Fuck, baby.” He gasped, hips raising upwards slightly.

“You want me, Rafey?” You whispered, giving him the most innocent look you can muster. But Rafe can see right through you, knowing that your question was all he needed as a signal to make a move.

Rafe didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your face towards him, kissing you roughly. His tongue glided over your lower lip, making you open your mouth to let him in. Without breaking contact, you fully turned your body to face his, grinding slightly while tangling your fingers in his hair.

He put both of his hands on your hips, heavy breaths occasionally leaving his lips but never breaking the kiss. It was you who pulled away first after a while, gasping for air but wasting no time unbuttoning his shorts.

“Eager, are we?” He smirked, lips red from kissing you.

“Shut up.” You replied, hurrying to pull out his huge manhood as you positioned yourself from his lap to kneel on the floor.

“Go ahead, baby. Suck my cock off like a good girl.” He cooed, stroking the top of your head.

You gave him a sweet smile before giving his tip a lick, making sure to never break eye contact. Rafe threw his head back, whispering a curse under his breath. You grinned at his reaction, ego growing higher as you wrapped your lips around his head.

Rafe almost thanked the sky above for your mouth. He has always been proud of having you. A smart, rich, and polite girl; a literal angel, as others have said. But they don’t know what kind of a freak you are behind those innocent dresses and wide eyes. None of them know except Rafe, and he intends to keep it that way.

You kept sucking him off, pushing yourself to take in as much as you can even as tears brimmed your eyes. You wrapped your slender fingers around the area that you couldn’t take, loving the way he tasted.

Rafe’s head was pulled backward, his chest rising and falling heavily while he muttered praises and curses. He was on the verge of his release when he suddenly put both of his hands on your shoulder.

“No, I want to cum in your pussy.” He panted, pulling you up by the arms. He gently pushed you against the couch so that you were now the one sitting. He stood up and hurriedly removed his clothes, your eyes in awe while watching him. “Like what you see, baby?”

You grinned, pulling your shirt upwards, and expertly removed the clasp of your bra. Rafe’s eyes were trained on your breasts as soon as you freed them, but he wasted no time removing your shorts and panties at the same time.

“Fuck. There’s my pretty pussy.” His eyes were steadily trained on your cunt as he leaned down at eye level. It was as if he was hypnotized as he brought one hand to your folds, gliding his forefinger up and down. He smirked when he noticed the thin sheer wetness in the middle.

“Rafey…” You whined.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Fuck me already.”

“You’re a bossy girl, aren’t you?” Rafe chuckled amusedly. “Patience, darling. ‘Gotta prepare you nicely first.”

He continued to tease you, never touching your clit or pushing a finger inside of you. With each moment that you grow irritated, the wetness of your womanhood increases. When Rafe sensed that you were about to curse him off, he suddenly inserted two fingers in, making you gasp.

“Shit.” You breathed, soft moans leaving your lips as he curled his fingers before pumping faster.

Rafe placed his thumb on your clit, making you squeal in both surprise and pleasure. You swore you almost saw stars when he did so, one hand reaching downwards in an attempt to grab onto the couch for support while the other reached for his wrist.

He ticked his tongue at the action, using his free hand to pull your hand away.

Rafe lowered his head until your legs were leveled with his face, inhaling your scent while still fingering you. He brought his lips closer until you could feel his breath near your folds, making you shiver.

“Rafe, please fuck me… fuck.” You pleaded.

“I will, darling. But I have to taste this pussy first.” Without warning, he removed his thumb from your clit, replacing it with his lips. You screamed at the contact, suddenly thankful that no one could hear you.

Rafe continued to play with your clit, tugging the small nub with his teeth while pushing his tongue inside you. You were almost crying from pleasure, the overwhelming feeling of your boyfriend’s mouth and fingers in the same area was almost too much.

You were loudly moaning his name, hips lifting on their own as you pushed yourself closer to Rafe’s mouth. Your boyfriend grinned against you, his pride increasing with the knowledge that only he can make you feel this way.

You almost screamed in frustration when Rafe abruptly pulled away, licking his lips to savor your juices. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes, Rafe, fuck me please.”

“Always so polite.” He snickered, loving the way that your eyes turned hazy from all the pleasure. “Who am I to turn down my baby’s request, hm?”

With a swift move, Rafe quickly positioned his cock to align with your cunt before pushing himself in with one go. You gasp at the intrusion, shock, and ecstasy filling your body. Having sex with Rafe so many times has made you familiar with his size, but you still weren’t prepared for the amount of stretching that your womanhood would have to make to accommodate him.

He wasted no time and began thrusting, slowly at first to let you adjust.

“Shit. Your cunt is hugging me perfectly.” He gasped, building up his tempo.

You were too speechless to reply, the only thing that you could do was moan and grab his chest. Rafe placed one hand on your hip, and the other grabbed both your wrists to pull your hands above your head.

Sweats, gasps, and whines were the only sounds heard. Rafe’s hips collided with yours with strength, making you scream out his name. He admired the beads of sweat on your forehead, your skin illuminated by the moonlight. He always believed that you were the prettiest girl on this planet. And seeing you at this moment, naked and dewy with your face twisted in enjoyment, he knew he was right.

“Come on, darling. Give it to me.” He praised, knowing that you were close with how tightly you were squeezing him.

You mumbled his name over and over again, legs shaking as you wrapped them around his hips to pull him closer. Rafe cursed after seeing your action, thrusting harder and faster to chase both of your highs.

You were a crying mess underneath him, pleasure surging through all parts of your body. You opened your eyes slightly, admiring Rafe’s face before feeling the pressure on your lower abdomen.

“Fuck, Rafe. I’m gonna cum.”

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Cum for me. I want to feel you around my cock.” He urged, never breaking the pattern of his thrusts.

You screamed after a few more pushes, your vision blurring slightly as you squirted around him. Rafe came after you, gasping as he felt his warm liquid mix with your own inside your pussy.

You two were panting against each other, Rafe still inside you as he caught his breath. “You alright?” He asked, pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You couldn’t reply, still breathing heavily but nodded instead. Rafe started to slowly pull out of you, making you whine.

“No, Rafey. Stay.” You pouted.

He smiled sweetly, lifting you so that he could sit on the couch without separating from you.

The two of you lay there, soft breaths coming out of your mouths while Rafe hugged you against his chest as you keep him warm in your cunt.

“Tired, baby?” He asked you after a while, noticing your droopy eyes.

You nodded, feeling warm against his body despite being exposed to cool air.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Rafe whispered, kissing you softly on the forehead.

Before closing your eyes, you vowed to sneak out with his yacht more open.

[slytherinn-xo]

Swim Tryouts at 7:30- Danielle Van De Donk

Danielle Van De Donk X USWNT Player! Lyon Player! Reader

Synopsis: When Daan has football at 7:00 and swimming practice at 7:30, while at the world cup.

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Being a US player that plays outside of the US is rare, like extremely rare, but being the only one to have never played in the NWSL, now that's rare. 

I was born in the USA, raised in Memphis Tennessee, but when I was 14, I moved away to Germany as that's my father's home country. When I spent the next three years before I started off my career in the German Women's top League.

I've played for four leagues, now, starting off my career in the German League with Bayern Munich in 2017 for just one season. Getting to play with the greats over there, learning so much from Frido, Sara Dabritz, Jill Roord, Leupolz, and Leah Galton.

Before I signed with Arsenal in 2018, for the next three seasons, until 2021. Where we won the WSL title once, in my first season.

Which was where I met Daan, I fell in love to say the least. But she was already in love, with Beth Mead, so I watched on from the side lines, like I was waiting to be subbed on now.

But she was my best friend, it was her, me, Viv and Jill when she finally came and joined us. The Dutchies and the American.

But they were my family.  

And then I moved to play for Barcelona for just one season after they won the Champions League in 2021 til 2022. Before I moved, and I got the chance to be with the girl I was in love with. 

Daan. 

So I joined in 2022, which was where we reconnected, and to say we both fell in love was the truth. We've been dating now for 10 months, and we do hide it, but we don't at the same time. 

We're private people but not a secret.

So facing here now in the group stages of the Women's World Cup, it was hard. 

But with less than 3 minutes to go of extra time was on the clock, and I turned back after the whistle was blown. 

I just saw an orange shirt on the floor. "Who is it?" I asked Lindsay, my Lyon teammate, as I couldn't read from that far away. Well that and I'm dyslexic and can barely read myself.  

"Daan." She muttered before I ran over to my girlfriend. I couldn't hide all of this, I was scared, my girlfriend is on the floor not bloody well moving. 

"Schatje." I told Daan standing by her as she was led on the floor not moving, crouching by her as I had my hand on her shoulder. 

"Poepie." Daan muttered back to me. 

"Not that name." I told her with a smile, that was one good sign she could still understand me and knew who we were around her. 

When the Dutch medics made their way over to Daan you saw the first showings of blood slowly coming out of her hair, but you had no idea how much there would be under there. 

I wasn't given a choice but to move away from her as the Dutch staff moved me out of their way, pushing me back away from my girlfriend. 

"No, stay!" Daan told me as she locked eyes with me, trying to reach her hands out to grasp onto me. 

"I'm right here." I told her as I kept eyes with her. 

I watched as they placed some gauze over her wound, before just placing a swimming cap over it. 

I laughed at her. 

"Not a word!" Daan told me, pointing that finger at me, wagging it at my face. 

"You look like you've got swimming practice in half an hour." I told her with a smile. 

"Oh shut up." Daan told me as she stood up. 

"Make me!" I told her walking away from her backwards as she was escorted of the pitch before she could return to play. 

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"Are you two doing okay, it looked rough on the pitch?" The interviewer switched to English seeing me walk up to Daan, and I stood a bit behind my small gal. 

"The best players are always the most competitive." I told the interviewer as I interrupted Daan's interview. 

"Best friends?" The interviewer asked us both, as my arm was around Daan's shoulders but Daan's was holding onto my waist. 

"The best." Daan answered like clockwork for us, squeezing my waist twice, doing our code, for when we wish we could say our feelings. 

"Go get that checked out properly." I told Daan raising one eyebrow up at her, as she nodded, looking deep into my eyes. 

"I will, ik houd van je." Daan told me, trying to politely kick me out of the interview. 

"Ik houd van je." I told her back quickly kissing her before walking off to Lindsay who was gasping at my actions, before I froze. 

"You didn't mean to do that?" Daan asked me. 

"No I didn't!" I said shaking my head, before running back to kiss Daan one last time before running away back to Lindsay as we were both bright red in the face now. 

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My Brothers Best Friend. (Dave Franco x Female reader.) P A R T O N E.

summary: When Y/n's brother's best friend comes to visit for a few nights, the ever-lasting attraction towards him only develops more. Little does she know the feeling might be mutual, leaving them both making bad decisions out of desire.

Warnings: smut, ?blood?

My hands carded through my hair as I looked at myself in my vanity mirror. Tonight my brother's best friend Dave was coming over for dinner. Nonetheless, I was excited. Ever since I was 10 years old I've always had a huge crush on Dave. I remember one time my brother scolded me for an hour straight after he caught me staring at Dave a little too hard. I was not a day over 12 when that happened, things are different now. But I can't lie and say that my attraction for him has only become stronger over the years.

"Quit looking at yourself, weirdo." I turn around to see my brother standing at my doorframe. "Ugh get out," I respond, annoyed and somewhat embarrassed. It wasn't much later until I heard the sound of the doorbell ring, indicating that Dave was there. I gave myself one last glance in the mirror and made my way downstairs to be met with my brother and Dave, giving each other their 'bro hug.'

"Dave it's so nice to see you!" I hear my mom say, perking up from her seat. After greeting everyone Dave made his way over to me, giving me a hug and quickly pulling back to say. "Wait, Y/n, is that... Lipstick." He jokingly says pretending to act shocked. "Screw off!" I say, creating a fit of laughter between us.

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"Goodnight mom, I love you." I gave my mom a hug goodnight and made my way to my room. For the longest time, I could still hear Dave and my brother talking but now the house is silent. The silent house was a clear indication that everyone was asleep, so I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. My steps were soft and gentle, trying to avoid the sounds of the creaking floorboards. But when I made my way to the kitchen I was faced with a bareback, Dave. He was wearing plaid pajama pants low on his hips exposing his deep v-line. He was wearing no shirt, exposing me to his defined abs.

He looks up from his phone noticing me."Shit, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" He says to me setting his half-empty glass of water and his phone down. "No, I just needed some water," I whisper back, now walking towards him. "Here." He says to me, holding out his glass of water for me to finish. "Thanks," I say, resting my hip against the countertop. Dave was now only a foot away from me, watching me finish his glass of water. The kitchen was dark, the moonlight from the windows make it visible to see.

He crosses his arms over his bare chest, a smirk appearing on his face. "You know, your brother was telling me your little secret." He says finally breaking the silence. "Oh yeah, what did he say?" I respond, setting the now empty glass beside me. "He said that you have a little crush on me." A full grin now appears on his face, but not on mine. I roll my eyes, using my arms to hop on the counter behind me, now level with Dave. "Not true," I say, biting back a smile. With every word, it seems like Dave is getting closer to me. "No?" He says to me, turning his head slightly, still smiling.

He was now only a couple inches away from me, and I could feel my cheeks heating up. Soon enough, Dave was standing right in front of me, my closed knees hitting against his chest, stopping him from coming towards me any further. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was worried he could hear it too. Before I could even think another thought his lips were on mine.

"Sorry." He says pulling away. "Don't be," I said, wasting no time connecting our lips again. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, moving with my tongue. The kiss was intense and needy, it felt like we were finally doing the one thing we wanted all these years. My legs spread open to let him move between them, making us even closer. His hands caressed my thighs, hooking them around his waist. I could feel his hard dick pressing against me. He then pulled away, kissing down my neck, on my collarbone. "Is this okay?" he whispered to me, looking up at me. I nod my head, hoping for dear god he doesn't stop.

He brought his hand down between us, making his way down to the waistband of my shorts. I felt his fingers run through my slit, gathering the wetness on his fingers and thrusting them into me making me let out a gasp. "Shh baby we gotta be quiet." He says to me, now pumping his fingers in and out of me. My hands quickly grabbed onto his bare shoulders, needing some sort of stabilizer.

His pace started to quicken, thrusting fast and hard in and out of me. I was biting my lip trying to not let out the sounds of my whimpers and moans. He brought his thumb to my clit and started roughly massaging it as he fingered me. Making me claw at his shoulder, still biting back my moans. I was so turned on, I could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he fingered me, the obvious boner in his pants, and his reassuring looks. It wasn't long before I was coming undone all over him.

My vision felt hazy as I came all over his fingers. The feeling of wetness in my mouth hit me and brought my finger up to see blood coating it. I bit my lip so hard I made it bleed. Dave looked up at me, enclosing my lips in a kiss, smearing my blood on his lips. He broke the kiss, pulling his fingers out of me and licking my cum off his fingers. The sight had me going crazy. Grabbing his face and enclosing his lips in another kiss.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of our smacking lips and heavy breathing. I pulled his body close to mine, grinding my clit on his bulge making him throw his head back. My wet, openmouthed kisses made their way down his jaw and neck while continuing to grind harder. I knew he couldn't take it anymore and neither could I. We both knew fucking on the kitchen counter was risky, but neither of us cared at that point.

My hand reached down at his waistband pulling out his hard throbbing cock. I looked back up at him, his pupils blown, lips parted. His hand made its way down to my shorts, moving them to the side exposing my pussy. I still had a hold of his cock. Holding it by the base I dragged it through my wet folds making his breathing become hitched and making him let out a small moan. He was thick, I lined his cock up to my entrance, letting him do the work and closing the proximity between us. He slowly started thrusting in and out of me. But even the slowest movements were causing shocks of pleasure all over my body.

He then started to quicken the pace, thrusting fast and hard out of me. He was letting out moans and whimpers in my ear making me wetter by the second. My tits bounced in my shirt as he fucked me roughly. "Fuck Dave, oh my god." I was whispering curse words and moans of pleasure under my breath, trying to be quiet. I could feel myself coming close to coming undone, and I could tell he was too. His face was screwed up in pleasure, I watched as his v-line and abs flexed as he fucked in and out of my pussy. It took no time before we were both coming. A loud whimper came out of my mouth, making Dave kiss me to shut me up. My hands grabbed at his shoulders yet again as we simultaneously came.

The kitchen was now silent. His body was on mine as we silently tried to catch our breaths. "You okay?" he says to me, looking me in the eyes. "Yeah," I respond, giving him a warm-hearted smile. He slowly pulls out of me, grabbing paper towels and cleaning him and me up. He put his hands on my waist helping me off the counter. When my feet hit the ground my legs felt like jello. "woah what the fuck." I say to myself, making Dave start laughing. "Shut up," I say, now laughing with him. "cmon' let's go," I whisper out, leading the way back to our rooms. Once I was in front of my door I turned back to face Dave. "Sweet dreams." He says quietly, kissing my lips delicately and walking off toward his room.

[daenysx]

the reader. she's so me as a drunk. oops.

requests are open!

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drunk lover

modern!aemond takes care of you when you're drunk.

absent smiles, teary eyes, shaky fingers.

you get drunk on aemond targaryen.

"i told you countless times, to not mix drinks like this. now, you'll get sick- fucking- will you stop pulling my jacket?!"

you laugh slightly. "why are you so far away? come-come here."

he takes a step. "wait. wait-come on." he cups your cheeks. "look at me."

you turn your head, refuse doing what he says. "no, you're mean."

he scoffs. "come on."

"why are you so mean to me? i thought you loved me!"

"can you please stop shouting in the middle of the street? i'm not mean, i'm taking care of you here."

you look at him with tears this time. "don't you love me? "

"i'm- no, stop or you'll fall- of course i love you, come on."

you give him a smile then. "okay, then you should treat me nicely."

"yes, sweetheart, i'll be so nice to you." he says with a soft voice this time. "we should go home now."

he helps you walk but only after 2 minutes you start complaining.

"aemond, i'm tired."

"the car is right there and i can't leave you here to go get the car, you can't even stand by yourself."

you pout. "but i'm tired. can't the car come by itself?"

he chuckles. "some day in the future, i hope. okay, come here."

he lifts you easily and you wrap yourself around his body instantly. your arms are around his neck, your fingers stroke his hair. "your hair is so beautiful."

"thank you, sweetheart."

"no, really, what's your secret? you-you have the prettiest hair i've ever seen." you say.

"genetics and a good hair care routine. i'll tell you later."

"but don't forget to tell me, okay? i'm-hmm." you can't finish your sentence because it's so hard to talk right now. words don't come out and you give up.

you brush little kisses to his neck and he rubs your back affectionately. he notices how you get silent, knows that you feel really tired now. the short walk to his car ends and he carefully places you on the seat, buckles up your seatbelt.

he drives to his apartment as you sleep next to him. he didn't drink anything when you were at the pub, only watched when you celebrate the end of term with your friends. his brothers and sister were there too, being in the same university with him and you. hours later the night ended and left aemond a drunk lover.

you mumble his name in your sleep and he smiles. you mixed too much tonight even though he warned you about your stomach. you just wanted to be free and careless, not giving a shit about how you'll wake up tomorrow. he knows you'll feel a little guilty tomorrow, telling him 'i'm so sorry you had to take care of me like that, it's not fair.' and he'll say 'don't be silly, i'll always take care of you.'

the ride ends and it takes him precisely 7 minutes to take a sleeping you to his apartment. he lays you on his bed, taking a clean t-shirt from his drawer. he goes by your side and takes off your shoes first. your eyes are closed but you're not sleeping yet, just whispering unclear words.

"aemond- i love you, i love you." you say with a sweet tone, your eyes a little more open.

"i know baby. i love you too. come on, lift your hips for me." he says, taking off your jeans.

you help him undress you with tired muscles. "no but i don't think you know how much- how much i love you."

"let me take this off. that's it."

"i just- i love you. i'm in love you. too much feelings, don't know how to deal-"

your words are incomplete mostly, a silent love confession that makes his heart clench. you hold his heart in your hands and he lets you do anything you want to him.

"you should wear this, sweetheart. come on, i'll help you. there you go, baby. you're all good now."

you nod, reaching for his hand. you put his hand on your chest, make him feel your heartbeat. "can you feel this? it's for you."

he smiles. "you are such a romantic when you're drunk, hmm?"

you giggle. "no, i just told you i'm in love."

he kisses your forehead, your nose, your lips. "i'm in love with you too, baby. it's getting too late, you should sleep now."

you shake your head. "i want to brush my teeth but the bathroom is so far away."

"the bathroom is right there, sweetheart. no, don't try to stand by yourself, let me hold you-"

and for the next 10 minutes he helps you brush your teeth and remove your make up. "but do you know how to remove mascara, aemond?"

"i watch you every night doing the same things, i'm sure i can handle it."

when you're convinced you are ready to sleep, you hold his hand and go to bed once more.

"can i have some water please? i'm so thirsty."

he nods quickly, gives you the water bottle on his nightstand and helps you drink. "thank you."

he kisses your forehead and you get under the covers. he stands up to change his clothes and brush his teeth but he stops when you hold his hand. "don't leave me."

"i'm right here baby, just changing my clothes. i'll come hold you in a minute, okay?"

"a minute?"

he nods. "you count down the seconds and i'll be right there when you're finished."

you do as he says, whispering numbers. however, sleep takes over when you reach the number 17, your eyes close and the words get stuck in your mouth.

when aemond comes to bed, he finds you sleeping. he is quick to get under the covers and hold your body. you turn your face to him, even in sleep you seek for him. your head on his chest, your fingers on his waist, his arms around you. just like every night.

he presses little kisses on your hair until he falls asleep. he closes his eye and confesses his love silently just like you did before.

same words, same feelings.

aemond targaryen's heart beats for you. just like yours beats for him.

[north-peach]

hello transformers hyperfixation, it's been awhile.

Okay, so some of y'all with me at the devil's sacrament, specially follow me for the transformers stuff.

i am so sorry to yall cause i've been dancing with pretty much every single other hyper fixation beyond that, so this one's for y'all!

Mecha Pilot!Jazz AU! Specifically, the one by @keferon

yall

this is now gonna be a significant part of my personality, cause it has me in a chokehold. I have read every single one of the 46 fics on ao3 and spent twelve hours combing through tumblr so BUCKLE IN.

For fic-ish headcanons and brainstorming ideas because this ain't a fic.....yet.

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MechaPilot!Jazz, who is first generation and has done so well with a mecha, barely any body-dysmorphia due to the transition from small, quishy human to giant metal being with- while similar- different anatomy.

He's good. He's so good.

He alive too, which is a pro in this project considering what i imagine has led to a considerable body count, especially if you factor in a drift aspect of the mech.

getting your body to withstand the movement, your brain to operate a very large machine to combat efficiency, dealing with either being hooked into systems so hard you feel the pain, or don't, but you still remember the way it felt when you were stabbed, only to walk around after mission's end like nothing happened.

Jazz lives and breathes in this mech and his superiors are pleased.

However, this means that Jazz gets the experimental tech. He gets the new gadgets, the customized weapons, gear, he gets special treatment.

This, in part, is both good and bad.

The freedom Jazz gets is great. He gets his mods, his music and for starting out as an orphan without any documented education, that's pretty great for him.

On the other hand, the constant supervision at base, the medical exams, the doctors, the politicians- regardless of the paycheck, of the food, equipment, Jazz hates that the cons are so negative, but the pros really do make up for it.

His mecha is his baby.

However, all good things must come to an end. Just like Viktor was consumed by Vortex (and haunting the narrative just as surely as he was the mecha), just like Ratchet reached his limit with all the dead bodies piling up, just like how Blurr's death meant the end of Shockwave's life, just like- well.

With the ever-increasing numbers of dead, if not missing people, with the alien invasion of Earth in a precarious balance of giving and gaining ground.

Something had to be done.

Jazz had always known- the longer he'd survived, that he thrived, the more he became one with his mecha, the more he excelled, and surpassed expectations- it was always going to be him. He was the best the program had to offer, after all.

With the increased number of brass walking through the base, with the extended hours in the medical halls, with the bigger and better technology that was integrating into his baby and how Jazz's own body was made better, well.

It was only a matter of time.

He's told the program is expanding to space.

He's told it'll be him to lead the way.

An outpost on one of the moons or asteroids in the solar system.

A mecha program, beyond the confines of their own planet.

Jazz cannot refuse.

So he does as he does best.

He puts on a smile, jams out his tunes and does his absolute best to make sure First Aid knows he's the squirreliest nerd he's had the pleasure of meeting. Even if he is a bit too engrossed with the alien's anatomy in all it's gooey and tentacled glory.

Ratchet gets a phone call, some good old-fashioned teasing on his secret boyfriend he still hasn't met and a promise to drop by for a visit. One he hopes he can keep.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe get smuggled out of the base to street race in fast cars at fast speeds and Jazz makes sure their asses are covered so they don't get caught.

Hot Rod gets Jazz's old comics, Wheeljack gets the confiscated "illegal" contraband Jazz can smuggle out (the more flammable, the better), Onslaught gets locked in a closet with Blast Off, Nightbird gets a human-size set of ninja weapons that brings a smile to his usually blank face, Swindle gets a pair of fluffy dice and Brawl is presented with a new pair of boxing gloves.

Jazz bargains for Cosmos to be brought down from his lonely space station for a week of down time, and sics Red Alert on him because Cosmos needs friends beyond Jazz and Red Alert needs someone who can keep up with him.

As Cosmos once said, nothing better to do in space then to imagine all the ways everything could go wrong.

Jazz has high hopes for the two of them.

He also takes the time to go visit Blaster, bent over his workbench as he works on his smaller, deployable drone mechas.

Eject and Rewind are powered down on their recharge pads while Steeljaw remains in several pieces, his mechanical paws carefully laid out and disassembled.

Jazz pokes around, suggests some cool feature Blaster's new project could have, such as a rhinoceros base form, because the man's already got a lion, amirite?

A dozen mecha pilots. Thirteen if you count Vortex and First Aid as two.

Expansion into space means expansion of the mecha program. Jazz isn't sure how to feel about that, but regardless longer missions in his baby can excuse a lot of unpleasantry. Especially in the name of preventing the amount of mass casualties and reshaping of landmass on the planet they're currently trying to live on.

Still, a custom shuttle, more spaceship designed for his baby then himself, an AI as a pilot, five years of supplies and material and equipment, all double checked and tripled checked is a whole lot of freedom for one guy.

The aliens deciding the moment Jazz's ship- the one he affectionately calls Cowboy Bebop- is set to launch on his first official mission to cause a mess is pretty much par for the core.

Cosmos coming in clutch, leaving Red Alert behind on his space station to assist Jazz's mission give him just enough time to send confirmation and data back to base that the aliens are entering their solar system via a giant space door.

One that Jazz falls through, riding the wave of destruction from the ships that were attempting to enter their solar system and he thanks anything or anyone that is listening that his Bebop makes it through safely, his own fragile body protected by his mecha.

Landing covertly as possible on an alien planet God knows how far from Earth is probably the most exciting and nerve-wracking thing he's done in the last decade.

Which is saying something, considering the life Jazz lives.

In the end, Jazz will label this is the best day in his entire life, all thirty two years of it, including the last eleven years of piloting his baby through all her ups and down and close calls.

You see, this day, which has led to him being launched to God knows where in the vast, unmapped corners of the universe, to another devastated planet that Jazz has no idea is even in the same galaxy, has a native people he needs- maybe?- to avoid, has a bug problem-

Had a bug investation, oh God if this is what defeat looks like Jazz can't even begin to argue with Shockwave's increasing demands and general creepiness.

Jazz is stuck and on his own, at least, until he meets Prowl.

Prowl changes everything.

Because you see- not that Jazz noticed for a good solid bit of time there- Prowl is not a human. Not only is Prowl not a human, he is NOT a pilot in a mech suit, PROWL is a MECHANICAL LIFEFORM from a MECHANICAL PLANET.

Jazz is going to forgive himself the amount of time it took for him to notice.

In hindsight, a mecha being that pretty? That expressive? The different between the two of them? Jazz should of noticed, but considering the day he's had, a bit of leeway is the least of what he deserves.

Outrunning, outmaneuvering and outsmarting the aliens- Quintessons?- to get Prowl's damaged form onboard Bebop and away to somewhere not crawling with bugs is going up there, straight up to top three moments Jazz can't believe his bullshit worked, right next to an impromptu team up with Vortex, when First Aid was definitely passed out in the pilot's seat.

(Jazz knows how Viktor piloted that mecha, very little has changed since he became Vortex)

Jazz being given directions, a translation data thing, and safe harbor with others, just like Prowl was not in the playbook but he's flying by the seat of his pants here and honestly? Since no one knows where Earth is, he can't get back and it's not like the Quintessons aren't pulling their special brand of bullshit on them as well.

So he helps out.

To the amazement, horror and confusion of everyone around him because oh, yeah.

Jazz hasn't told anyone he's a squishy, operating a shell.

Exactly like their stories of a specific boogeyman.

Nightmare fuel for their entire race.

...

He debates on telling Prowl, sometimes.

When the mech seeks him out, when he gets him to blush when Jazz teases him. When he gets in over his head and can't deny he's fallen head over heels for the second alien Jazz has ever met.

His luck is gonna run out one day.

With the weird truce and meshing of both Autobot and Decepticon troops, he can only hope- or dread- it'll be Prowl. An Autobot over a Decepticon.

Still, Jazz knows he's exactly the kinda guy to push his luck, to get a mile outta that inch he's been given and he ain't about to stop now, no matter how guilty he feels.

[eyelambspider]

So, I'll take the opportunity and make a request. I'm half asleep and so I might word things weirdly, I'm sorry. And, as you know, you don't have to write this if you don't want to.

I've had something in my head lately: John Price x reader, something about an usually very assertive and controlling reader letting go of control only with Price, behind closed doors, because he's the only one they trust to take care of them like that.

Also taking the opportunity to tell you that I think your writing style is so fucking good. I love it more and more with every sentence I read. :))

- 🐀

Thank you maus anon! :) ♡ I'm just assuming this is a nsfw request- but just in case... i did some fluff too (also i apologizee for being late! its been a crazy first week of october!)

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : captain john price x gn!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 450 ! 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : fluff, established relationship, kissing, (light) choking, bondage(?), oral implied? (gn!reader receives), lord help me with tagging

𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐍𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓, 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒. Its what he loved about you.

Price watched from his seat with a small grin on his face. Watching as you moved about the soldiers, not giving up an inch of space as you walked through the masses. Always holding your head forward.

It made you strong, stronger than most seasoned men he'd met, and it made him proud to call you his.

Out here, on base, you could order everyone around and have things timed and planned down to the hour. Efficient, and when someone didn't fall into line, you weren't afraid to speak out to the poor soul.

God he adored that about you.

His boyish smirk only grew, and he realized he was staring a bit too hard.

Price shook his head, clearing the thought with a lingering smile. As if a secret played on his lips.

You knew when to take control, and you also knew when you wanted to let go of it.

That was the beauty of you.

It sent a chill down his spine, remembering the way your body felt beneath his. Needy and willingly at his mercy. The way you trusted him like no other. Giving up the power you had so cleverly maintained just to hand it over to him.

Love like that was pure, unaltered desire.

He knew it turned you on. To have him above you, his calloused hand wrapped lightly around your throat as he thrust his hips forward into you. Your hands tied to the bed frame with his belt. Pretty eyes swimming with lust and your body appreciatively squeezing down on his cock.

Every moan, every whimper... he learned what you liked best. How you liked him best.

And god did he cherish the power you gave him.

"Price!" he'd hear you beg, squirming beneath him for more. The grip he had on your throat tightening ever so slightly, unable to do much but whimper with your arms pinned above your head. He loved it. You loved it.

He'd trail kisses down from your jaw to your collarbones, before he thought of another way to make you beg for your pleasure. No, he wouldn't deny you, but you were so cute when you were needy. When he could exert that power over you, even just a little.

Price's lips ghosted over your stomach, exploring further down, over the dip in your hips before finally hovering over your sex. His tongue swiping over the sensitive slit with a grin, tasting you.

And for once, you were at someone else's mercy. Unable to predict or ask him what to do, just hope that he gave you what you wanted so badly. The realization that the man with his head between your legs-using his expert mouth to bring you to orgasm- had you right where he wanted you. Another groan slipped from your lips, hips jutting forward for more, only to have him smack your hip teasingly for being so pushy.

There could be nothing better than being at Price's beautiful mercy.

[flw3rrr]

A little love on the side

Paring: Billy the kid x Fem!reader

18+ NSFW MDNI

warnings: alcohol usage, swearing, secret lovers, Talks about marriage and having a family (it doesn’t though) Smut, PnV (wrap it up guys) praise talking, Just full on soft smut. no description of reader

(this is my late valentines to y’all its a short one sorry😭💖)

word count: 794

Summary: Billy hasn't seen you in a while—almost a month—so he visits you to make up for it. having a nice drink on the side, leading him to show you how much he truly loves you.

The sun was slowly setting as you cleaned up your mess in the kitchen. having an hour of baking just for fun and for the kind old lady that lived nearby. Alice was her name; she was a widow after her husband died from tuberculosis. have given it to her; this gave you time to just relax and focus on yourself, perhaps getting a nice bath. As you finish cleaning up you look out the window and see a Silhouette of a man riding a horse towards your house.

walking out the front door to get a closer look, waiting for the person to get closer, you inspect it was Billy, your long lover, and in secret. stepping down from the wooden steps to walk to him as he got off his horse, embracing him in a deep, warm hug, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly as your arms wrapped around his neck, afraid to let go in case he faded away. You feel him place his face into the crook of your neck to take in your scent and feel your soft skin.

"Billy, is it really you?" You whispered still. not willing to let him go. getting the courage to look at his face. He was still was the most handsome man you've ever met. He just smiled softly before leaving a small peck on your forehead. "Don't worry, it's me. I'm here to make up for being gone for half of this month." He spoke softly. Smiling back up to him, you crash your lips onto his, placing your hand on his cheek before pulling back. "Good. We can have a drink.. to cool you down from your ride."

"I think I'd like to have another ride, if you know what I mean, but I'll take your offer." Gasping at his words, you playfully slapped his arm before taking his hand to lead him into the kitchen. handing him a bottle of beer; it was the only thing you had at the moment, needing to head to the stores. Taking a sip after him and catching up. "So, Billy, did you ever think about me?"

Giving you a bewitching smile, he takes your face into his hands. "Of course, I thought about you every day, even when I needed to feel you squeezing me." Feeling something awaken between you both, slowly inching toward one another, feeling his breath on your face. "Really?" you ask, teasing him with a playful voice. Billy hums before closing the gap between you, both his lips slamming against yours. Hands roaming around your body, seemingly trying to feel you anywhere.

Billy's lips move down, kissing your jaw line, then to your neck, letting out a sigh as he left marks. You feel yourself becoming damp as the seconds pass. "Billy please.." You let out a tiny huff. "It has been too long since I've had you. Do you know how hard it was for me when you weren't here to please me?" You whine Taking his hand and placing it on your clothed breast. "I guess I should fix that, huh?" lifting you up onto the table and bunching your skirt up before your legs wrap around his waist.

Wasting no time, he began to unbuckle his belt, throwing it onto the ground with a clunk. Seeing the tip of his throbbing dick with pre-cum, he moved closer to you before kissing you once more while slowly sliding into you. "Fuck.." You cried out, feeling him as he slowly began to thrust into you. "God, I love how you're always so tight for me." His hand moves onto your breast, squeezing it.

"I can't tell you how many times I've imagined making you my pretty wife and startin' a family." Thrusting into you more quickly, the buildup of your orgasm approaching more by the second. "Here as well. God, I want to have a family with you badly." You cry out, grinding your hips against his as he thrusts.

"We can say this is our practice, then, huh?" smirking as his thrusts began to grow sloppier by the second. Throwing your head back as you stutter your words as you cum. "Yeah. Just like that, you're doin' so good for me." Billy moans as he cumes, feeling the warm load fill you up slowly leaking out. Both out of breath and staying still, you start to giggle and look into his eyes. "If that's a practice, I say we should continue it in the bedroom... to be really proper." Biting your lip as you brush his hair out of his eyes. "Well, you don't have to be proper. I'll take you anywhere if I want... even if it means someone catches us." 

[definitelynottony]

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Happy V day, baby! ❤💋 Here's a WIP I've been working on for a bit that my boy @pretty-bratty has been eagerly waiting for. So Happy Valentine's Day, puppy love 😘 It's not done yet by any means, I'm realizing just how long this fic will actually be... but here is the first part for now.

(I'll probably beta it and put it up on A03 later on as well)

Enjoy~

"Make You Mine"

[Starker A/B/O verse - dom/sub, older/(very)younger dynamic, implied grooming] If you don't like - don't read.

"Show me how much you want to be mine, sweetheart. Make me believe your little whimpers of want are genuine. Tell me why you deserve to be mine and only mine." Tony's voice is tires on gravel. Firewood burning into embers. His fingers grip the small boy's chin. Keeping his whiskey eyes on him. Watching every little emotion flick across the boy's sweet face. 

He would hide in the darkened hallway having snuck out of his room just to listen to Mr. Stark talk about the "good old days" for hours over drinks with Uncle Ben. He had sat across from him during Aunt May's dinners a few times a month. Saw him for every holiday, every weekend, every birthday. Mr. Stark was a figure in Peter's life for as long as he could remember. 

Peter, who is down on his knees in front of his alpha (not officially his yet, but he will be), whines as he stares up at the man. Eyes wide as he pleads for something he doesn't fully understand yet. Begs to belong to this man that he's watched from behind his uncle's rules for years...

However, Peter was made to keep his distance. Being an omega, especially being the only one in their house, he was forced into acknowledging the hypersexualization placed upon him. Ben made sure he understood the importance of listening when he was told to leave. He wasn't told explicitly why, but he was told it was for his safety. 

When he was younger, it was a curse. Whenever he became excited or happy, his pheromones would cause the alphas present to become distracted. Aunt May and Uncle Ben never could smell him properly, probably due to blood relations. But Mr. Stark could and would always be the one to suggest he be removed. After a few incidents, Mr. Stark would just get up and place a hand on his shoulder, fingers firmly gripping him and walk him to his bedroom. Peter's eyes would well up with tears, and his small voice would whisper, "I just wanted to be with everyone." 

Mr. Stark would get down on a knee and look over the little omega. His warm eyes looked caring and genuine when he'd reassure the pup and tell him, "It's for your own safety, Petey. It's not that we don't want you there. We all do. You'll understand when you're older." If Peter wasn't consoled by words alone, Mr. Stark would pull him into a hug for a few moments. Gripping tight around his small frame, and his breath tickled Peter's neck as he breathed him in. Those were Peter's favorite memories when he thought back to them. 

As Peter became a bit older, his sugar cookie scent of a child omega turned into more honey and vanilla. It wasn't his mature omega scent yet, but it was more alluring than ever before. Those secret hugs would run longer, and Mr. Stark's nose would now press against Peter's skin. He didn't have to get onto a knee anymore because Peter was tall enough to reach his waist. Sometimes, the alpha would quietly purr to the omega, "it's not you, sweetheart. We want you to stay. It's instincts. They're hard to push down." And Peter would quietly ask through the tears, "you really wanted me to stay?" Mr. Stark would scent off something comforting to console the omega- "Me more than anyone, Petey. Promise." 

The parties and get-togethers became smaller and less frequent after that. Uncle Ben would go out more than host in due to Peter's safety. Only a few alphas would still come to visit, Mr. Stark being the guarantee. He was Ben's best friend after all... Peter had nothing to do with it. At least, that's what he told himself. 

Even though Mr. Stark wouldn't push him away when he hugged him hello or when sat on his lap, despite being older now. It's something Peter started doing a while ago as a child when Mr. Stark came to visit; arriving before Ben got out of work.

Stark had proven to be safe and caring for Peter at that point. Even Aunt May felt comfortable leaving the omega with him for short periods of time. Like when she was in the kitchen cooking and Peter and him were in the living room. His hand firmly on Peter's thigh as the young omega excitedly told him about his school day. The omega's scent warmed more and more as Mr. Stark commented on certain things Peter said. 

Then there came a time when Peter was older, still sitting on the man's lap after school during what came to be their "personal time". Mr. Stark told him "you're such a smart little boy, aren't you, Petey?" He froze. His face flushed red, and his scent bloomed into something buttery and sweet. Like honey covered waffles. Sweet and savory... Mr. Stark's grip started to burn his thigh. At some point, his other hand made a trip to Peter's other leg. Holding him just as tight... and his face was buried in Peter's hair, smelling him. Breathing him in deeply with a rumble somewhere deep in his chest and a growl in his throat. It made Peter feel funny, but he just sank into the warmth of Mr. Stark's chest. 

"Petey, sweetheart." Mr. Stark's voice was deeper than usual, Peter thought. His eyes closed as he tucked himself more into the alpha's warmth. "Peter." A chill shot through the young boy that time, and he whimpered. He blinked and looked up at the alpha. His eyes seemed darker to the dazed omega. But the man smiled gently to him, "Oh Petey, my sweet honeysuckle," he cooed at the boy. "Let’s get you to bed, hm?" 

Tony lifted Peter from the couch and carried him up the stairs to his room. "Thank you, sir." Peter whispered sleepily against the alpha's neck. He enjoyed resting his head on the man when Mr. Stark would hug him. It always felt safe and smelt good. Mr. Stark always smelt good. Smelt even better lately... 

Tony shivered at the boy's words as he laid him down onto the bed. Leaned over him longer than necessary, and rubbed his nose and cheek over the boy's neck. 

He's watched this child grow into the young teenager he is. If thirteen is really to be considered a teenager... he's had the opportunity to be here to see all his firsts, but his first drop wasn't something he thought he'd have the pleasure to witness. 

Although, he'd be lying to himself if he said there wasn't always a glimmer of hope. Ever since the child first presented and had that sweet giddy smell of sugar, Tony was protective of him, to say the least. But once puberty started and sugar turned to honey, his instincts kicked into overdrive. 

Tony would be the one to offer to host the guys over his place or rent out a bar for the night. Anything to keep the sweet smell of Peter to himself. Away from the barbaric alphas, he and Ben call friends. After all, Peter has always shown a special interest in him and only him. Would sneak out of bed just to watch him. Would blink up at him with those big, beautiful fawn eyes. Would hold him so tight with those little hands when he'd hug him.

The little omega would even unknowingly press into his touches when he'd pat his head or wipe his tears away... Peter is and has always been his, the way Tony saw it. So rightfully, it was him that brought the pup into his first drop. 

Not long after the alpha put Peter to bed, he heard the door downstairs close; signaling that Ben was home. "Petey, darling, I need to go downstairs now. You're safe. Just sleep for a bit. Okay?" Tony undid the buttons on his own shirt and took it off just so he could take his undershirt off. Peter seemed to be knocked out right now, but Tony wanted to make sure the omega didn't sour without an alpha's scent nearby. He left his undershirt draped over the pup's chest. 

When the pup came to, it was darker out, and he was in his room. He sighed and welcomed the strong familiar scent around him. He blinked the drowsiness away and realized where the scent was coming from. "Mr. Stark's shirt...?" He blinked at it for a moment before instinctively pressing it to his face, breathing in deeply. Then he laid it across his pillow and curled up around it. 

He whimpered and sighed in contentment. It was so good, whatever "it" was that was taking over him. He needed more of it though. More of what, though, he didn't know that either... but his body was craving it. His body understood whatever his brain didn't. 

There was a clatter of plates, and a moment later, Mr. Stark was in the omega's bedroom again. "Pete? Hey, Petey, sweetheart?" Mr. Stark cooed as he went and kneeled beside Peter's bed. His large, warm hand rested on the little omega's side, and the pup whined and whimpered. "Shhh, it's okay, Pete. I'm here." Peter whined louder, more distraught. "Oh baby, please look at me, sweetheart. I'm right here." Mr. Stark's voice was deep again, and it made Peter shiver and look at the Alpha. 

"Alpha?" Peter whispered, making grabby hands. "Need!" He whines. "Hurts!" His child-like innocence bleeding through, asking for what his instincts are screaming for, despite his keepers being in the room with them now. 

"I know sweet little omega, it hurts but it'll calm down soon. You're safe." Mr. Stark tried to comfort the small pup. One hand under his head and the other on his side, slowly dragging lower to rub the poor pup's tummy. 

Aunt May gasped and went to her nephew, but he recoiled from her touch. They understood immediately then that the little omega was going into a pre-heat. 

"Tony." Peter heard Uncle Ben's voice like he had never heard it before. Peter's eyes were closed again, but he could hear Mr. Stark's breathing changed, and he smelt like fire and the whiskey he always drank. Peter shivered and gasped. He reached his arm out, trying to touch the alpha. But his uncle's voice shot out like a bullet again. "Tony. Stand down." It sounded like something from one of his war stories to Peter's ears. 

Mr. Stark growled, and to Peter's dismay, he turned from him and went to Uncle Ben, who stood in the door way. "We both know what happens, Ben. Do you really want him to go through this unguided?" Tony tried to keep his voice neutral for Peter's sake. 

"May will keep him company. He's too young to keep company with an alpha." Ben asserted. 

"Ben. You know I won't hurt him. For fucks sake I've been keeping him safe the past nine years." Mr. Stark's growl peaked through in desperation. Having a distressed omega mere feet away, especially his little honeysuckle, who's crying with need.

"Please." Peter's voice broke the argument up. He sounded desperate and in pain. "Don't understand what's going on," he cried. 

Aunt May wasn't having it. "Benjamin Franklin Parker. You let him help my boy, damnit!" Mr. Stark smirked in victory and thanked Aunt May as he passed her. 

"May, ice water and a fever breaker if you have any." Mr. Stark told her as he lifted Peter up onto his chest as he slinked into his bed with him. She nodded with a dutiful look on her and left the room on a mission. Thankfully she pulled Uncle Ben along with her. "I'm here, baby. I got you. You can let go, little omega." Mr. Stark hushed and cooed at him.

"Ah- alpha, please." Peter shivered and plastered himself to the man and all his warmth as he shook. He could barely think straight. He didn't know what was happening to him but what he did know was that he needed Mr. Stark to hold him more. Needed him to keep calling him baby and omega. Everything inside him begged for it. Begged for- water. 

"Alpha. Thirsty…" he whined. 

"I know baby boy, your aunt May will be back soon." Mr. Stark ran his fingers up and down Peter's body. Through his hair and down his neck and shoulder, down his arms and back up. Peter sighed in relief, his scent changing back to that sweet honey nectar. "That's my boy. So perfect." Mr. Stark praised him. Sending a shiver through the omega again. 

May came back with the water and handed it to Tony with some pills. "No funny business. Don't break my trust, Tones." She warned him before leaving again to calm Ben down. He nodded. He knew better than to get on her bad side.

"Puppy, can you drink for me?" 

"Mmhmm" Peter picked his head up looking up at the man and opened his mouth. Mr. Stark held the glass to his lips, watching him. He swallowed some but most of it was spilling down his chin and he whined. "Alpha… all wet." He pouted 

Mr. Stark smirked and bit back a laugh. "You have no idea just how much I wish that was true." He mumbled to himself and Peter furrowed his brow not understanding. He shook his head and took a sip of water from Peter's glass, and Peter's looked offended and huffed for a second before Mr. Stark's large hand was bracing soft brown curls and holding the omega still as he leaned in and kissed him. Peter squeaked then moaned into it, swallowing the cool water. 

Peter's fist was tight, gripping at the older man's shirt when they parted. Mr. Stark's eyes were dark again like early and that scent of fire burned stronger. The little omega was panting, trying to catch his breath. He wanted another kiss from Mr. Stark. He's seen his aunt and uncle kiss before but he can't imagine that they feel what he just felt. "More, please. Thirsty, Alpha."  The pup opened his mouth eagerly and Mr. Stark groaned at the view. He's just an alpha, just a man… and a beautiful little omega begging with his mouth open, that's a sight the simple man could get used to. 

He took the water into his mouth again and the eager pup squeaked with joy. The alpha purred deep in his chest as leaned in once more to water his little honeysuckle. Peter sucked it down and moved forward to make the feel last. The plush feel of lips against his was everything, but then Mr. Stark pulled away. The room filled with the tantalizing smell of honey, butter and wood burning. The man felt imself getting hard under the weight of the little omega. Instincts. But The man could only believe his own bullshit for so long. This wasn't just instincts, it was pure unadulterated want. 

"Petey, baby, I need you to be a good boy for me. Can you do that?" Mr. Stark asked him with a husky voice. 

The boy nodded up at him. "Yes, alpha." He chirped. Mr. Stark groaned and used all his strength to not hit himself over the head for getting himself into this situation.

"Good boy." The alpha praised the pup which ignited another wave of honey from the omega. The man was near drunk on it already, he has to be more careful with his words. "Petey, puppy, need you to try and relax for me. Think you can do that? Remember how we talked about it when you were younger? Alpha's instincts are hard to push down. And right now my instincts are telling me to do some things I really can't do to you, baby boy." 

He spoke softly to the boy, not wanting to startle him, but his voice was dry and rough. The boy hummed acknowledgement and pushed his head up into Stark's hand that was petting through his hair. "Petey. I need words." He used that voice that made the pup shiver. 

"Yes, alpha. I'll try." He sighed out. "Can you… can you talk to me, Mr. Stark? Please. You've always known how to calm me." Peter added as he tried hard to relax his body. 

"Of course, Petey. I got you." Mr. Stark smirked down at the boy. He really was so good. Obeying his gentle order. The man continued to pet the boy as he was doing earlier. His other hand came to rest on his own chest, near the boy's face. He gently stroked his finger over the boy's chin, accidentally grazing the omega's bottom lip. 

That made the pup open his mouth, as if it was an order, and took the alpha's finger into his mouth to suckle on. The man was about to pull it out but the omega let out such a contented sigh he didn't have the heart to. 

"Do you understand what's going on with you, Petey pie? Why you're feeling this way?" Mr. Stark asked him, the boy gently shook his head no. "You didn't learn about this in school or perhaps some of your friends were talking about it before or your aunt and uncle?" Peter replied in the same manner. Mr. Stark sighed exasperatedly. Disappointed in the school system and honestly in Ben and May. Especially May, she was a nurse. "Okay, baby, it's alright. I'll explain it to you. Do-" 

"Why do you keep calling me 'baby'?" The little omega spoke around the thick finger in his mouth. 

"I- uh, I didn't- do you not like it?" The alpha was caught off guard by the sudden question. If he's being honest, he never thinks about it. Words just spill out of him. 

"No. Like it. Love it." Peter hummed. "But I'm not your baby, am I?" The boy said it innocently, "that's what people call each other when they're dating. Or parents call their kids. Neither of those fit us." It seemed like the omega was starting to come back to himself. Logical and calculative as ever. Smart as a damn whip, but so innocent. 

"I see you got your voice back, hm? Smart as ever Petey. But there are other occasions. I just won't fill your head with it right now. I want to explain what you're going through and I want to know why you don't know about it yet. Think you can manage, pup?" Mr. Stark lifted a brow and waited expectantly. 

Peter pouted around the man's finger still in his mouth. He felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment, not even fully understanding how everything happened, yet remembering everything. But he pulled his head back and the alpha's finger slowly fell from his lips. He went to sit up, despite not waiting to pull away from the comforting smell and cozy warmth. However, Mr. Stark's other hand caught him before he could and held him firmly in place.

"I didn't tell you to move, little omega. I told you to speak." Mr. Stark's voice was firm and Peter didn't dare to argue. 

"Sorry, alpha. I mean Mr. Stark." He peeped out and kept his eyes down. Instincts. That's what Mr. Stark told him. These natural impulses we act on, they're what we've been designed to do. Peter's thoughts were disrupted by a low humming from the man's chest. A comforting purr to help him relax again. Which he did. Then continued with a deep breath- "Uncle Ben never wanted me to attend health classes where we learned about alpha and omega sciences. Nor about sexual education. He said that everything I need to know, my alpha will teach me. That's how it's meant to be" Peter shrugged. 

The older man's eyes were furrowed tightly. He looked confused and angry all at once. Almost scary, but Mr. Stark was never scary like other alphas can be, so Peter still felt safe with him. Despite the sulphuric smell permeating from him. 

The little omega tried to purr the way the older man did to comfort him as well, but the boy wasn't sure how. So he leaned forward and showed his neck to the alpha. He's seen this in movies before. Never understood what it did but alpha's always seemed to like it. And Mr. Stark was no different. He immediately buried his nose into the young omega's neck and inhaled him. His scent gradually started to smell like smoke and then fire again, to Peter's amusement and relief. 

"Where did you learn that?" Mr. Stark rumbled again his skin before pulling back to look at the boy. 

"Saw it in a movie." God, he was so innocent. The alpha just stared in disbelief and awe… hunger nipping deep in his belly.

"Do you understand what you just did, Pete? Why it calms alpha's down?" He asked the boy. Peter shook his head in response and Mr. Stark rolled his eyes. 

"You have an alpha and May is a nurse and you haven't a clue about your own nature? Unbelievable." 

"I'm sorry." Peter muttered and started to draw back as if it was his fault. But the man grabbed him and held him still, held his chin so he the boy couldn't look away. 

"Peter. I wasn't blaming you. None of it is your fault. It was the duty of your  guardian's to teach you before you started to reach mating age. You're perfect, Petey. Don't let anyone every make you believe otherwise. Understood? You're my good boy." Mr. Stark's eyes were as warm as the words he spoke. Peter started feeling a little hazy again. 

"Hey, pup, stay with me. I know you want to go under again but I don't think I can say no a second time." He was being honest with himself and to the boy. The man only had so much willpower in the face of bad choices and he was almost there. "Let’s keep talking, Petey. Ask me questions and I'll answer them. Okay? Anything you're curious about?" 

Peter tried to blink the floaty feeling away. He wanted to be good for Mr. Stark. Wanted to learn everything he could from him. "Uh. Why-" he blinked more and shook his head. "Why is it bad that Uncle Ben wants me to wait to learn from my alpha?"

"Oh, sweetheart. No, don't get me wrong. It's not bad." Mr. Stark put his warm palm against the boy's cheek and Peter nuzzled into it. "It's just a very old school way of thinking. Most of your peers already know all the basics and importances. It's not fair to you, that is my point." The alpha lowered his hand to the boy's neck and gently rubbed there. Peter became all too pliant after that, relaxing into the alpha's touch. He let out a long, desperate whine, not even realizing he did it until it was out of him. He jerked away from the alpha, mortified. 

Mr. Stark smiled and held back a small laugh and guided him back to his chest. "What's going on with me?" The omega pouted. 

"Nothing, Peter. You're absolutely perfect." Mr. Stark sighed out contentedly. 

"Then why am I like this? I- I had your finger in my mouth and wasn't even embarrassed! That's not normal!" Peter complained and buried his head into the warmth of Mr. Stark's side. His head was comfortably contained between Mr. Stark's bicep and his intercostal muscles. It was his new favorite hiding spot. 

"Sweetheart. I have a good feeling that if I was anybody else you wouldn't have gone that far. But it's me, Petey. I've known you since you were three years old. I think I tucked you into this bed more times than Ben has at this point. There's nothing shameful in being comfortable with someone." The alpha tried to comfort the pup. 

"So I'm not gross?" Peter asked, muffled from his hiding place. 

"God. Peter, baby, come here. Of course you're not gross. Why would you think something like that?" Peter whimpered from being pulled from hiding and immediately hid his fave in the crook of Mr. Stark's neck. 

"I don't know." He replied quietly. "Just don't understand what's going on." 

"You're maturing into a sweet little omega, Petey. That's what's going on. You're right around that age where puberty starts. For omegas and alphas, it looks a little different. But in a few more years you'll technically be ready to pair and mate, if that's what you want." He wouldn't admit how the thought filled his throat with bile. But the alpha swallowed it down and continued to speak. "The reason you're feeling this way and doing things you perhaps haven't thought about before is because you're body is going into pre-heat." 

Peter furrowed his brows and looked more upset with a pout than confused. "What does it mean?" He prompted the alpha to keep speaking. 

"It means that soon, your doctor will have an actual time frame, but soon you'll start having heats. It's your body telling you and unmated alphas that your capable of mating. Your instincts will make you want certain things, make you need to do certain things…" Mr. Stark cleared his throat and shifted minutely under the omega. "But that won't be for a while yet, pup." 

"So, this is basically my body going through a test run? Experimenting and making sure everything is in order?" The pup's scientific mind found it interesting enough he supposed, but his emotional mind hated it. He pouted more and let out a pathetic little whine of frustration.

Mr. Stark cooed and purred at him to calm him again. "Shh, it's going to be okay, baby. You have your aunt and uncle and I to help you through it. I have a doctorates in chemical biology and your aunt is a nurse. You're in good hands, baby." 

Peter gave the man a soft smile at his comforting words but something still kept bugging him and his body was itchy and too hot and needed something that he didn't understand. It was so overwhelming for the little omega. He wanted to throw a tantrum but he didn't want to embarrass himself any further in front of Mr. Stark. So he just started crying.

"Oh, baby, why the tears? Talk to me." Mr. Stark pressed. 

"Why you keep calling me baby if you're not my alpha?" Peter cried harder and whipped at his tears. 

The question, for the second time, through the man off. He didn't want to lie to the kid but he couldn't just say it outright. "Because you should be mine." "Because you were made to be mine." "Because I know you better than anyone." He couldn't bring himself to say any of it, so he delt with the question the way he deals with all questions. With another question. 

"Do you want me to be your alpha, Petey?" His voice was soft yet strong as he asked it. 

That made the dam break in the boy and he started sobbing. "I-I… I… I don't know!" He cried almost historically into Mr. Stark's shoulder. The alpha rubbed circles into the boy's back and held him close. Purring to comfort him. 

"It's okay, Pete. You let me know the answer when you figure it out. I'm not going anywhere. Rest and I'll tell you more about your body. Okay?" 

Peter tried hard to stop his sobs, being comforted by Mr. Stark's voice and arms around him, he eventually fell asleep. The last thing he remembered hearing was something about biting glands and scent marking. 

When Peter woke up again the next afternoon, Mr. Stark was gone. His smell still lingered all around Peter though and he reveled in it. Nuzzling into the pillows the man laid on, Peter sighed contentedly. Mr. Stark was always so kind to him. Last night was different though. He touched Peter more than usual and spoke softer. called him 'baby'... kissed him.

Peter's eyes went wide as the memory flooded back to him, and he bolted upright in bed. Mr. Stark kissed him, and he went and asked for more like an ungrateful child! "So embarrassing!" He shoved a pillow over his face and laid back down. He'll never be able to look the man in the eyes again! Ugh! 

"Peter, is that you? Are you awake?" Aunt May called from downstairs.

Peter took in a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, auntie May. I'll be down soon."

"If you're up for it, Pete, there's still time to make it to school." Peter could hear her standing at the bottom of the stairs wrestling with her coat. She must be heading into work.

"Okay." Peter forces himself out of bed and to the top of the stairs to say bye to his aunt. He doesn't want to go to school, but he also doesn't want to be home by himself. "I'll go to school, auntie, don't worry. Have a good day at work."

May eyed him to see if anything was a miss. He looked tired and perhaps a bit dehydrated, but his eyes were clear. "Okay, sweetie. But if you need anything, go to the nurse and have them call me. Promise?"

"Promised." Peter gave her a soft smile. "Larb you." He added quietly.

"Larb you, sweetie. I'll see you tonight." And then May left, and Peter went to get dressed for school.

It was another normal day. He sat with Ned during the classes they had together. Got an A on homework in Bio, passed his quarterly exam, and even managed to get through most of gym without any issues. Whatever happened to him last night seemed to be over... thankfully.

But then it was lunchtime. He sat with MJ and Ned as he always did, and they talked about whatever. Everything was fine, until Flash came over and proceeded to remind him of his existence.

"What do you want, Flash?" MJ asked, annoyed.

"Relax. I'm just here to ask Pete where he got his amazing scarf from." Flash teased. "I can smell alpha stink on it a mile away. Did wittle Petey find himself an alpha over the weekend?"

"That's none of your business, Flash. Get out of here." MJ tried again. Peter clutched Mr. Stark's shirt that we was wearing around his neck like a diy infinity scarf. He thought it looked cool enough not to be noticed, but of course Flash would.

"Hey, I'm just making conversation here." Flash defended.

"No, you're being a jerk is what you're doing." Ned meekly added. Peter was proud of him and gave him a timid smile.

Flash rolled his eyes and crept closer to Peter, who shied away. But then Flash was right there and pulled on the "scarf" to Peter's dismay. Peter held onto it, but Flash managed to get it over his head and ripped it from his grip. She showingly took a large sniff from it and shook his head in disgust.

"Who the heck is quarting you, Parker? This stinks!" He said too loudly for Peter's ears and before Peter could turn around properly to try and retrieve what's his... Flash flung it into the trash.

"Flash! What the hell!" MJ shouted and stood up. MJ was also an alpha, but she didn't come into her scent yet, but her temper and protectiveness were there.

"What? I'm just doing my duty and throwing out the garbage. That thing stunk like trash, so that's where it belongs." Falsh shruged and walked away like nothing happened.

Peter got up then and went over to the garbage can and looked down into it. The shirt was ruined, and he didn't want to be labeled as a garbage picker, so he didn't even bother to try and save it. His scent soured unbeknownst to him, but some of the other kids looked over at him. Little alphas and omegas a like. It was MJ that took his hand and guided him to the nurses office.

"Pete, I'm sorry. Flash is such a jerk, but it's okay. Whoever gave you the scarf, I'm sure they'll give you another one. Just tell them what happened. It'll be okay." She tried to comfort him as they walked, but he was starting to cry and feel overwhelmed without Mr. Stark scent. He didn't understand why he took it with him to begin with, but he felt he needed it. And now it was gone. And he didn't know what to do...

"Pete, it's alright." MJ tired again.

"Thanks, Em. I don't... don't really understand what's wrong with me." He spoke around tears, "but I think I should probably go home." MJ gave him a soft smile and nodded in agreement.

"That's okay, Pete. Have the nurse call your aunt. I'll see you tomorrow? Or whenever you feel better. And don't let Flash win by thinking about it. It's not worth it."

"You're right. I'll try." Pete said before giving MJ a small wave off and going into the nurses' room. Apparently, a perk of being a young omega is that the nurses are more understanding and don't even ask questions. Peter showed up sniffing and asking to go home and they just handed him the phone.

It took a moment, but finally, Aunt May picked up. "Hello?"

"A-aunt May?" Peter's voice trembled.

"Oh, Petey! What happened? Are you hurt?" She panicked.

"N-n-nooo" and soon Peter was fully crying like a child. "I don't know what's wrong, but I wanna go hooome!" He sobbed into the phone.

One of the nurses grabbed a warming blanked and a juice box for him to try and calm the young omega down.

"Petey, can I talk to the school nurse?"

Peter nodded his head despite Aunt May not being able to see and handed the phone over. "Hello?" The nuse said, and then May spoke. Peter wasn't sure what she told him, but the other nurse guided Peter over to a bed to lay down on.

"Mr. Parker?" The nurse said after hanging up the phone. "Your aunt said she can't come to pick you up, but she gave me the phone number of your uncle. I'm going to call him. Just try to sleep and relax while we wait. Okay?"

"O-okay." Peter nodded.

He heard the nurse speak to someone briefly before hanging up again. "Mr. Parker, your uncle will be here in ten minutes."

"Thank you." Peter shook out, and he tried to calm his breathing.

It wasn't long afterward when Peter's nose caught wind of a familiar scent... and it wasn't of his uncle. He jumped up off of the bed the same moment he saw him in the doorway.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter smiled.

"Tony stark?" Both of the nurses looked in bewilderment at the man that just walked in.

Peter opened his arms for a hug, and Mr. Stark scooped him up. Letting Peter rest his head on his neck and breathe him in. "I got you, buddy. It's okay." He cooed the young omega.

"Mr. Stark, May Parker didn't specify that you were Peter's uncle." One nurse said in almost awe.

"We won't have a problem here, right?" He tipped his sunglasses down to look at the two older women.

They both shook their heads, and one spoke, "No, of course not. We hope Mr. Parker feels better soon."

"He will." The alpha spoke confidently and put both his arms around the boy. He left almost as quickly as he walked in. Peter sighed in sweet relief, and a purr escaped him. He didn't know he could make that sound, but apparently, he could. Mr. Stark chuckled and nuzzled against his cheek.

"I got you, pup. You're alright, now. Alpha's got you."

Peter dove head first into those words of comfort and snuggled in closer to his alpha.

[nattysgirl]

~Secret desire~

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: nsfw, fingering and oral (w reviving), sex in a church, idk what more to add ¿

Word count: 2k

A/n: So this is my first fic ever! So I apologize for some mistakes that I may have made and also English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there’s some grammatical errors!

That’s all enjoy! Love u all and thanks for u support 🫶

Secret desire

The morning sun filtered through the barred windows of Wanda's small attic room, illuminating her pale and drawn face. She knelt on the hard wooden floor in prayer, rosary beads clutched tightly in her hands. Her slender frame creaked as she bowed her head, brunette hair falling around her face. Despite hours of prayer, Wanda could still feel the sinful heat pooling in her core, an ache she desperately sought to extinguish.

With a sigh, Wanda rose and walked to the small mirror hanging on the wall. Her reflection gazed back at her, wide green eyes full of shame in a delicate face. She was dressed conservatively as always, plaid skirt brushing her knees, white blouse buttoned up to her neck and stockings covering her legs. The chastity belt and bra her parents had locked her in at 13 were uncomfortably tight beneath her clothes, a constant reminder of her wickedness.

The old clock in the hall chimed, signaling it was time for another meeting with the head priest. He was all that stood between her and eternal damnation, his guidance the only thing preventing her from succumbing fully to sin. Wanda entered the empty church, dipping her fingers in the font of holy water and crossing herself before approaching the confessional. Heart pounding, she entered the small booth, kneeling in the darkness. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she began hesitantly, hoping the torments of her mind and body would find release at last under her priest's absolution.

“And what have you done exactly sister?” Y/n answers curios about Wanda, since she has never sinned before and she was as innocent as an angel ~so she thought~.

Wanda's voice shook as she whispers her confession into the grate, unable to meet Y/n’s gaze directly. "Father, I...I have been struggling with impure thoughts and desires that plague my soul day and night. No matter how hard I pray or seek penance, they persist, filling me with shame and guilt. I fear I am too weak to resist their temptations and may one day fall completely into sin."

Y/n is shocked by Wanda’s confession and with a wicked smile decided to take advantage of this unique opportunity and asks again “And what have been those temptations exactly?”.

Wanda hesitated before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes...sometimes I imagine what it would be like to break free from these restraints and explore my own desires without fear or judgment. To experience physical pleasure without the burden of guilt weighing down my spirit."

Y/n smiles at Wanda’s response and decider to push further “And what do you imagine exactly?”.

Wanda bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggles to maintain composure. "I...I imagine being touched intimately by someone I trust and care for deeply. Feeling their hands on my skin, their lips pressing against mine in a tender kiss. I long for the freedom to express my love openly without fear of condemnation or rejection."

A whimper scapes Y/n’s mouth as she hears Wanda’s confession, intrigued by her she decides to push further “And who’s that person?”.

Wanda’s breath caught in her throat as she considers revealing her secret desire. "It's...it's a friend I've known for some time now, Father. Someone who has shown me kindness and compassion when I needed it most. I can't help but feel drawn to them, despite knowing our relationship is forbidden by our faith."

Y/n new who she was referring to and has to hide a smile that came along with the thought of Wanda thinking of her “And why is it forbidden?”.

Wanda hangs her head in shame, feeling the weight of her sin bearing down on her shoulders. "Because our faith teaches us that all forms of sexual expression are sinful, even within the context of a loving relationship. We are meant to deny ourselves such earthly pleasures and focus solely on our spiritual connection to God."

“I see” Y/n simply responds to Wanda’s confession trying to organize their thoughts about this situation.

Wanda nods solemnly, her eyes cast downwards in submission. "I know it's wrong, father. That's why I've tried so hard to purge these thoughts and desires from my heart. But no matter how hard I pray or fast, they keep coming back, tormenting me relentlessly.

“And what thoughts are they? What is she doing to you in that little minds of yours?” Y/n answers with a hidden smile on her lips, trying to tease Wanda and see how dirty her thoughts are, despite of being a sweet innocent girl.

Wanda’s cheeks flushes a deep red as she confesses her most shameful fantasies. "I...I imagine her touching me intimately, exploring every inch of my body with her hands and mouth. I feel her warmth against my skin, her breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. I long for her to take me fully, to possess me completely and show me just how much she desires me."

“Mmmh” Y/n hummed as her only thought is the confession that Wanda just made. Y/n stood up from her seat to gets closer to where Wanda is seating.

Wanda looked up at Y/n with pleading eyes, hoping for understanding and forgiveness. "I know these thoughts are wicked and sinful, Y/n. They make me feel dirty and unworthy of God's love. But I can't help but crave the touch of another human being, even if it means damning my soul to hellfire forever."

“I understand Wanda, it’s normal to crave for the touch of someone, even if they the bible says not to” Y/n says sincerely at Wanda and looking down at her with understanding and comforting eyes.

Wanda breaths a sigh of relief, grateful for Y/n’s empathy and support. "Thank you, Y/n. It means so much to me to have someone who doesn't judge me harshly for my weaknesses and failures. Your kindness helps me hold onto hope that one day, with God's grace and mercy, I may find true peace and acceptance within myself."

“Mmhm do you want me to help you with that sister?” Y/n smirks mischievously looking down at Wanda innocent -or not so inocente after all- form.

Wanda’s eyes widens in surprise, unsure of what to make of Y/n’s sudden offer. "W-what do you mean, Y/n?" she asks hesitantly.

“I think you know exactly what I mean sister Wanda” Y/n answers with a smile looking at how Wanda’s cheeks flusters.

Wanda feels her cheeks flush a deep red, embarrassment mixing with curiosity and excitement. "Y-you mean...you could help me explore these desires?" she stammered, uncertain of whether she should accept such an invitation.

Y/n simply nods at Wanda’s question

After a moment of contemplation, Wanda takes a deep breath and nods resolutely. "Very well, Y/n. If you truly believe this is what I need to purge these sinful thoughts from my heart and find inner peace, then I am willing to trust your guidance and experience your touch."

“Good” Y/n answers with a wicked smile at seeing how her plan worked .

Wanda nods silently, taking comfort in Y/n's reassuring words as she slowly began to shed her conservative clothes, revealing her slender frame and delicate curves beneath.

At the same time Y/n strips down until she’s only her bra and panties.

As Y/n stripped down to her bra and panties, Wanda couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. She has never been so physically close to another person outside of her family before, let alone a woman she considered a friend and mentor.

“And what do you want me to do now sweetheart?” Y/n asks as she steps closer to her and puts her hand on Wanda’s cheek.

Wanda gazes into Y/n’s eyes, feeling a deep connection forming between them as their bodies drew nearer. "I...I don't know," she admits hesitantly. "This is all very new to me. All I ask is that you guide me through this process with compassion and understanding, and that we remain focused on seeking spiritual enlightenment rather than physical gratification."

Y/n gets on her knees and says with a proud smile on her face “okay then, I must start this session” Y/n pulls Wanda’s panties down and starts kissing her inner thighs.

As Y/n knelt before her, Wanda felt a rush of vulnerability and raw emotions wash over her. Her body responded instinctively to the tender touch of the older woman's lips against her sensitive skin, causing her to gasp softly in surprise and delight.

Y/n smirks at Wanda’s reaction and gets dangerously close to her core.

Wanda bites her lip, trying to maintain control over her rapidly escalating arousal as Y/n teases her with ever-closer approaches to her most intimate areas. The sensations are overwhelming, but she clung to the belief that this is part of a larger spiritual journey towards healing and self-acceptance.

Y/n kisses Wanda’s clit and moans at the taste of her arousal.

Wanda’s entire body shudders with each delicious touch from Y/n’s tongue, her hips bucking involuntarily as waves of pleasure coursed through her system. She lost herself completely in the moment, unable to distinguish between the physical sensations and the profound spiritual awakening that seemed to be unfolding within her soul.

“Mmmh” Y/n holds Wanda’s hips still as she detaches from Wanda’s core just a second to say “don’t be shy baby. I want to hear all of you” .

Despite her initial hesitation, Wanda finds herself growing more comfortable with the intimacy of the situation as Y/n holds her hips firmly in place. The sound of her own moans filling the room served as a powerful testament to the depth of her transformation, a symbol of her emerging confidence and self-acceptance despite the weight of her past.

Y/n sucks at Wanda’s clit harshly and enters two finger without a warning into her arching core.

As Y/n continues to stimulate her with relentless precision, Wanda finds herself reaching new heights of pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her body shakes violently, her screams echoing throughout the room as she succumbs to the overwhelming sensations washing over her like a tidal wave of pure bliss.

“That’s it darling let it all out” Y/n mumbles as she continues liking at Wanda’s clit and curling her fingers into her g-spot to help her ride her orgasm.

Under Y/n's expert guidance, Wanda rides the crest of her orgasm for what feels like an eternity, her body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her. As the climax finally subsides, she stands there panting heavily, her mind and spirit transformed by the incredible experience they had shared together.

“That’s it darling, you did so well for me” Y/n stood up and kisses Wanda’s lips letting her taste herself on Y/n’s tongue

As Y/n kisses her deeply, Wanda tastes the sweet essence of her own arousal on the older woman's tongue. It is a surreal and indescribable sensation, one that left her feeling both connected and empowered, as if she had truly shed the burden of her past and embraced a newfound sense of self-awareness and acceptance.

“Now darling get dressed and go back to your tasks. I’ll see you next week to continue or little session” Y/n smiles and winks playfully at Wanda flushed state.

With a sense of renewed purpose and determination, Wanda gathers her clothes and makes her way back to the rectory. Despite the lingering effects of her intense orgasm, she knew that she had taken another important step towards healing and growth, both physically and spiritually. As she prepares to return to her duties, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/n's guidance and support, which had helped her navigate these treacherous waters with grace and compassion.

a hint of pt.2

[dailyreverie]

Midnight ride

A/N: First fic of my frst ever flufftober!! I'm so excited to be a part of it this year, and I might be going a bit too hard on the fluff part so... yeah... it's gonna be a soft af month.

@flufftober - Day 1 "I've got you"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 1.06 K

CW: Vague mentions of Bucky's anxiety.

Flufftober masterlist

A familiar sound echoed through the quiet of the night: metal against wood. It was the kind of sound that could abruptly stop any movie night, and for you, it was your favorite interruption. Rushing to the door, your heart fluttered with anticipation, knowing that Bucky awaited you on the other side.

There he stood, wearing his usual jeans and a jacket, his normally stoic expression melting into a warm smile as his eyes met yours. The late hour meant nothing to him, Bucky was always ready for an adventure, especially when it involved you.

“Well, I’m completely underdressed.” You greeted him, noticing your night-in pajamas mismatched with his street-ready outfit. Bucky just chuckled. “You alright, Buck?”

“Yeah, I was wondering if you, uhm-” He stuttered. Bucky's night visits held a secret language that only the two of you shared. They signaled moments of anxiety, nightmares, or memories resurfacing. It meant that Bucky's inner demons were starting to chew at his peace, and it was your comforting presence that he came looking for - a bond that had deepened over time since, after all, it was during these nights that your feelings for him began to grow stronger.

“Hey…” Your hand reached his arm and squeezed it, letting him know he was at the safe space only you knew how to build for him. “I’ve got you, give me ten minutes and I’ll see you outside.”

In less time than promised, you were ready, practically gliding through the halls to meet him. What you didn't expect was to find Bucky leaning against his motorbike, its lights already aglow, waiting for you to join him.

“No way, Buck.” You approached him slowly, noticing how his tight-lipped smile turned into a smirk. “Are you serious?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” His shoulders lifted quickly in a shrug, almost surprised at your own amazement.

“Because it is the middle of the night,” Your reasoning did nothing to change his plans. Bucky stepped aside when you reached him, revealing a helmet already waiting for you as well. “I was expecting a walk.”

"What's wrong with my bike?" Bucky questioned, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, though he still wore that charming smile.

“Nothing, it’s just…” You eyed the bike to convince yourself, and when that didn’t work, you found Bucky waiting for you to keep going. “I’ve never been on one before.”

Without a word, Bucky's smile widened. He took a single step closer to you, closing the distance. Though you attempted to stay composed, the intensity in his blue eyes was undeniable. A shiver ran down your spine, not from the chilly night air, but from the electrifying gaze he locked onto yours. The moment stretched, your heart beating loudly against your chest, until he finally broke the silence by lifting the helmet and gently placing it on your head.

"I want to take you somewhere," he whispered, leaning in to make sure you heard him before turning and mounting the bike. You followed suit, encouraged by his outstretched hand and his affectionate nickname. "Hop in, dollface."

The engine roared below you, and with a yelp, you tightened your grip around his middle when he started to accelerate. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought this was an excuse to get as close as possible to you. You had moved maybe 10 feet, not more than that, but your arms were already squeezing Bucky and your eyes were closed shut. It was Bucky's laughter and his body shaking under your arms that made you open your eyes and realize you were not moving anymore.

“Don’t tell me you are scared.” He taunted, turning halfway to find your face. 

“I told you I’ve never been on a bike before!” You hit his arm softly in a failed attempt to make him stop.

His hand caught you by surprise, leaving the handle to trace a path up and down your thigh as he studied your face, reading your response to his touch. "I've got you, doll. Remember that." You hoped the helmet concealed the blush that crept up your neck and that the city's noise masked the rapid thumping of your heart from his enhanced senses. It wasn’t enough, nor the helmet or the noise, but Bucky doesn’t mind, he captures that image to himself for a day when you aren’t around the hall to keep his peace.

His scent invades you when he turns around again, his strong back inviting you to hold onto him. The first pull of the bike catches you by surprise, and you are almost sure that he sped up on purpose - his chuckle is enough for you to know that - but eventually, you become familiar with the speed. Bucky drives smoothly, not like you’ve seen him before when he’s chasing someone, the pavement below you letting him glide across the streets gently enough that the grip you had on his middle slowly starts to get looser until your hands are resting comfortably on his chest and the side of your head lands against his shoulder blades. 

You can’t see it, of course, but the soft pads of your fingertips dancing across his chest make Bucky smile wider than ever. To know that you trusted him enough to embark on this late-night ride, enough to be able to unwind as he drives through the streets of New York, sets his heart on fire from pride alone.

“Are you feeling better?” You ask when you reach a park that overlooks the shore, Brooklyn on one side and New York City on the other.

Bucky doesn’t say anything at first, instead, he keeps his hands on your waist as you dismount the bike, watching you closely as you remove your helmet. "Much better," he finally said when he got a look of your eyes smiling up at him.

One day you’ll know. He promises to himself that he’ll tell you that as much as tea and walks and movie nights help, nothing will ever top the feeling of peace he gets from just being with you. Sure, you always say you’ve got him, but you have no idea how lucky he feels that he’s got you too. But it was too much, he couldn’t risk losing you just yet; for now, he simply enjoys the feeling of having you beside him, under the night sky, with the city's lights twinkling below.

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[scarletwinterxx]

loving you is easy - mark lee imagine

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"It's one plane ride away, I'll be there in 3 months"

"That's 3 months too long" he grumbles, still pouting as he zips the last of his luggage. Mark hated being away for you, too many days and nights your time zone's don't line up. By the time it's morning for you, he'll be saying goodnight.

But now, things are about to change. This will be the last time you're saying goodbye to him for a long time but he doesn't know that. For now it's your little secret.

"It'll fly by fast, just like every other time. Now come here and give me cuddles, stop pouting like a kid" you tease him, opening your arms to welcome him.

Feeling his arms go around you, you further confirmed a fact you've known for years. The two of you can be continents away from each other, but your heart will always stay with one another. Mark really has become your home and in his arms are where you feel the safest and most loved.

"If you're sad then it's gonna make me sad, I don't want the last night to be all tears" you tell him, feeling his embrace tighten against you. He kisses the top of your head a few times before letting you go.

"You're right, sorry. No more sulking, it's just 3 months then you'll come to me" he smiles at you, the cute little dimple you love so much appearing on his cheek. You stand on your tiptoe to kiss it, savoring the warmth of him against your lips.

And you were right, the 3 months did fly by fast. Mainly because you were busy packing your apartment to move to another continent. You didn't keep much apart from your stuff and some of Mark's. It's kind of hard to travel with everything so you got rid of what you can.

The only person who knew you were coming was Johnny, who is currently waiting for you at the airport. Easily spotting the 6 foot Chicago guy from a distance.

"There she is! About time you got here, I don't think I can take another day of Mark whining about how much he misses you" he jokes, giving you a quick hug and taking your stuff to carry it himself.

"He doesn't know I'm coming, I'm suppose to fly out this weekend" you tell him while following behind

"Oh believe me I know, he won't let us forget"

You chuckle at his story, just thinking about surprising Mark makes you grin.

He dropped you off at Mark's apartment, you're familiar with the place since you've stayed here every time you fly over. What he doesn't know is you're here to stay with him for good.

It did took a lot of courage to make this decision but you didn't doubt it for a second. You know there's no other place you'd rather call home than where he is.

For a couple of hours you rested, cleaned the few dishes on the sink and picked up the towel he threw on the floor. A habit you knew he had, you've had that talk with him more than a few times and he always promises he won't do it again. You let him off the hook, for now.

You were in the bedroom when you hear someone by the door. Mark entered his place, tired from the whole day of work to notice the other pair of shoes by the door.

He threw his bag by the couch, along with his coat. He then walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, resting against the counter while he drinks and take a moment to look around.

This time he notices the dishes he was suppose to do this morning was gone. He brushed it off thinking he must've just forgotten he already did it. He then walked to the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was the towel that he definitely threw by the bed this morning. He remembers it because he's been thinking about it all day and how you'll be mad if you found out he threw it on the floor yet again.

He looks around, checking to see anything missing or different just in case someone broke in. But who would clean up if they're here to steal, he thoughts.

Mark then walks towards the bathroom to check, nothing there too so he walks back the bedroom. Just when he was about to go outside, you jumped out of your hiding spot to surprise him

"SURPRISE!"

"WHAT THE F- OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE" you didn't even get the chance to walk towards him because he's already running to you. Picking you up in an embrace.

"Is this for real or am I dreaming?" you hear him mumble

You giggle, patting him on the back so he could put you down. "This is real silly. I'm really here" you tell him.

He grabs you by the face and kisses you. As his lips lands on yours, he knew this was really real. You're actually here with him.

You can feel him smile against your lips, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. Too many days wish he was with you, now he's here and you're not going to let go that easily.

He walks backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. Landing on it gently with you still in his arms. You straddle his legs while the two of you get lost in each others kisses.

"Okay okay wait a sec" you giggle, pushing your lover away gently. Mark follows your lips though, kissing you a few more times before he lets you go but not too far.

"When did you get here?" he asks you

"Today, Johnny picked me up at the airport so I could surprise you" you tell him, your hands intertwine around his shoulders.

"I could've come and pick you up" he pouts.

Oh your sweet sweet boy.

You smile at him, rubbing your nose against his. Feeling like you're on cloud nine now that you're back together.

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise" you tell him, speaking of surprise you can't wait to see his reaction once you tell him your news.

"How long are you staying? I can take a few days off so we can go out" he tells you excitedly.

For you he would do just about anything. He can put his world on pause, stop everything for you.

"About that..."

"What? You can't stay that long?" he asks, already feeling sad but he tries not to let you see it.

"Actually, I'm not gonna go back" you tell him, not sure how to break the news to him either

"Huh?"

"Surprise number 2 I guess, I wanted to tell you for months now but I waited until everything is settled. So yeah. I'm here to stay, that is if you're looking for a roommate?" you ask

Mark didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, your words still processing in his mind.

"You mean you're staying here, with me ? Here? and you're not going to fly back? You're staying with me?"

You can't help but laugh lightly at him, pulling him closer once again to kiss him

"I'm gonna stay right here" you whisper, looking straight into his eyes.

"But what about your work? your friends? I can't ask you to leave your life there"

"Baby you're not asking me, I want to. I have friends here too, I can call my friends there and we can visit them. Plus you're my bestfriend. As for work, it just so happened they were looking for someone to relocate here to Korea. It was like fate wanted me to be here"

"Are you sure? I don't want you to give up everything, I don't mind the flights-"

"You do, I do. We both do. We just never said it outloud because we didn't want to be sad, but all I can think of when you're not around is how much I want to be with you. To be honest it's harder for me to be there than moving here where I know I could be with you"

He looks at you, trying to find the words to say

"Are you really really sure?" he asks again

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't. So you're stuck with me, for good" you tease a smile out of him

"It's hard for me too. It's the hardest when I'm so tired and I come back here and all I can think of is how much I want to come home to you. Every flight away from you was never easy"

"I know"

"So I guess this is your anniversary present?" he jokingly asks, you get off of his lap to stand up.

"It'll be hard to top this one" you joke

"I can just ask you to marry me" he says ever so casually, not missing how your cheeks reddened. You hit him lightly making your boyfriend laugh

"Hey, that's not fair"

"You're the one who's stuck me, you know I'm never letting you go now?"

"Good, cause I'm not going anywhere. Here's to 7 more years"

He smile at you before standing up to hug you again,

As you stare at each other eyes you can't help but feel this warm sensation in your chest. You really are home.

"I read somewhere that our cells change every 7 years or so" you mumble, he hums waiting for you to continue

"It's been 7 years since we first met, and until now I still feel the same way about you. I want every cell in my body to know what it feels like to love you, I want it to never forget how warm and lovely it feels it be in love with you. 7 years from now, 14 years and until the last cycle of this life, I want all of me to love all of you"

He stares at you, soaking each word coming out of your lips like a spell enchanting him. Making him fall even deeper in love with you.

"You know they say love isn't easy, but loving you is easy. It's like it's the only thing my heart and soul was made for. Every thought in my head, awake or even in my dreams, is always you" he tells you.

You can feel the tears starting to build up from too much happiness you're feeling right now.

"Wanna hear something crazy?" you mumble

"Do tell" he chuckles

"If you ask me to marry you right now, I'd say yes"

He smiles at you before closing the distance once again, like he just sealed a promise. Speaking a silent vow to make that come true, maybe tonight or tomorrow or 7 days/months from now. All he knows is he will live this life with you.

[diazsdimples]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you to everyone who tagged me for Sunday and Tuesday, I've been really struggling with writing lately and it's been extremely disheartening but this morning I had A Singular Bean for Frostpunk AU and milked it for all it's worth! This snippet comes immediately after the Buck and Eddie POVs of being found in the cold. Please enjoy!

He suddenly feels responsible for their wellbeing, and maybe that’s why he refuses to leave the kid’s – Christopher’s – side until the rest of the team arrives, Eli carrying the heavy med kit on his back. “I’ll get the man, Eli check the kid,” Bobby instructs, sinking to his knees beside Buck. “What’s the story with them, Buck?” “I got here just a couple minutes before the guy passed out. Didn’t say his name but his kid is called Christopher. He looked super weak, a-and they’re both freezing.” Bobby and Eli share a look over Buck’s shoulder and Eli gets to work on Christopher, checking his vital signs and most importantly, his temperature. Bobby repeats the same process on the father, while Tommy and Sal rifle through the backpack on the sled, checking for any useful information on where they’d come from. “Found the guy’s papers, Cap,” says Sal, walking towards Bobby with a flimsy leaflet in his hand. “Say’s the guy’s called Edmundo Diaz, from Sector 126. He’s ex-military but his most recent job was in a sawmill, he might be useful.” “We don’t save people based on use, Sal,” Bobby responds, his eyes not leaving Edmundo as he speaks. “He’s damn cold, temp sitting around 90 and his heart rate and respiratory rate are a little more elevated than I’d like. Eli, how’s the kid?” “Looking fairly rough, Bobby, we’re going to have to hustle to get them back in time. His temp is at 91 so he’ll be looking at pretty severe hypothermia if we don’t warm him up soon.” Bobby sucks air through his teeth, clearly thinking hard. “We’re a good 16 hours out from the city, 17 or 18 with these two and their gear. Think they’ve got it in them to make it that long?” Eli makes a face. “I really don’t know, Cap. The kid, maybe, but the guy’s temp is a little too low for my liking. Maybe if we warmed them up a little, they’d have a better chance. Did Maddie say anything about being able get the snowmobile team out here?” Buck perks up at the mention of the snowmobiles. The team was sent out a day before Buck’s team was, off on a search for supplies a few hundred miles away but were always on call in case a rescue was needed. Getting them to help would cut their travel time almost in half, giving Christopher and Edmundo the precious hours needed to save their lives. “I- I could ride one back with the kid, if they didn’t want to spare a man, Bobby?” he asks hopefully. Sal snorts from his position by the sled. Buck’s love for the snowmobiles is no secret and Bobby’s spent many a mission patiently explaining why it wouldn’t be safe or necessary and otherwise spoiling Buck’s fun. However, this situation calls for haste and Buck is nothing if not an – ah – efficient driver. Bobby looks thoughtful, before standing up and brushing the snow off his pants. “I’ll give dispatch a call and see if she can reroute them to us,” he says, continuing quickly as he watches Buck light up, “but I will be driving. You need to look after the kid, okay?” Buck deflates a little, but something in him stirs as he turns to look at the little figure in the snow next to him. He’s so young, probably no older than 7, and Buck’s heart breaks for him. He’s too young to be experiencing the hardships of the Winter, too innocent to have to watch his father weaken as they journey to a safer home. It’s like a small fire has been kindled in the pit of Buck’s belly as he shuffles closer to the boy and snakes an arm under his neck and the other under his legs, pulling his tiny frame up so he’s in Buck’s lap. Buck is going to protect this boy with his life.

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[happy74827]

Lost On You

[Rick Grimes x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Drawn to his strength and resilience, you've secretly fancied the widowed sheriff turned leader. But with recent events turning his smiles into forced fake ones, all that's on your mind is to make it known that he's not alone {Takes place in Season 5}.

WC: 2067

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Slight Angst

This is officially my first Walking Dead fanfic, which I'm honestly surprised hasn't happened earlier, but I've recently rewatched season five, and it made me remember just how much I love Rick. So, here we are.

『••✎••』

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the makeshift camp that had become a haven for the group after their escape from Terminus. The tension that had gripped them during their ordeal was slowly easing, and a sense of normalcy was tentatively settling in. Amid the camaraderie and relief, one person's heart was beating just a little faster than the rest – yours.

Ever since the days at the prison, you had found yourself drawn to Rick Grimes. His strength, his resilience, and the way he cared for his people… it resonated with you deeply. You found yourself admiring him from afar, with feelings growing with every shared moment. And now, as you sat by the campfire, watching Rick with Judith nestled safely in his arms, those feelings were impossible to ignore.

He changed, though. It was apparent in his eyes. Andrea had mentioned long ago how he was becoming “colder,” but you never saw it until now. Until you’ve (quite literally) were face-to-face with evil.

After the incident with Gareth and his people, Rick rarely smiled. And when he did, it was faker than Daryl’s chupacabra claim. Even when Judith giggled while tugging on his beard, or when Michonne and Carl had random competitions, he never smiled like he used to. The last time you saw him “happy” by definition was back when Hershel was still around.

Rick was no longer the man who gave you hope. You didn't know if it was the guilt of his past actions, the stress of the group's survival, or a combination of the two, but Rick Grimes had been lost somewhere along the road, and you wanted to find him.

Your gaze drifted down to your lap, where the remnants of a half-eaten dinner lay. You weren't sure what Carol had made tonight, but it was good. She was always an amazing cook.

Carol.

She was the only person who knew how you felt about Rick. It had been hard not to talk about it. You two were close, and it wasn't like you were a master at keeping secrets. Carol was, though. She had a talent for reading people and knew right away when you had developed a crush. She always teased you about it.

You were glad she didn't tell anyone, and you were glad to have her as a friend.

With the fire beginning to die down, and the food finished, the others began drifting back to their respective tents. First Michonne, then Carl, Daryl, Carol, and Tyreese. Sasha lingered for a bit, and eventually, Abraham and Rosita. Eugene and Tara had been gone all day scavenging for supplies, and Glenn and Maggie had disappeared into the woods an hour before. They had just recently returned, hand-in-hand, and were giggling and whispering as they headed for their tent.

As for you? Well, you were just waiting. Waiting and watching Rick. You didn't know why, exactly. Maybe you were hoping he would suddenly break out of this new, serious-all-the-time character he'd been portraying. Or maybe you were trying to figure out how to talk to him, how to tell him how you felt.

That thought sent your heart racing again. You took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before letting it out slowly.

You couldn't help but feel like the entire world had been waiting for something to change. Waiting for a spark. And when you looked at Rick, you knew. You just knew.

There was something about him. Something special. Something you couldn't explain, but it drew you to him like a moth to a flame. He was the spark you had been waiting for, and the feeling was so strong you could hardly contain yourself.

Rick turned, and you met his eyes. They were a clear blue, a striking contrast to the dark hair that framed his face. His beard was starting to get long, and the curls atop his head were a bit wilder than usual.

Your eyes met his. The smile he gave you was weak, forced. You were tempted to stand up and give him a hug, just to make him feel better. But you didn't.

After a few moments of awkward silence, he stood up, adjusting Judith in his arms as he did so. She stirred, her eyelids fluttering a few times before falling shut once more.

"G'night."

"Night."

And then, he was gone.

You watched as the tent flap closed behind him. He had disappeared so quickly that you barely even had time to register what had happened. You felt like a part of you had just left with him. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. You had been sitting there, watching him, for a long time, and the sudden silence was deafening.

As you headed for your tent, the last of the campers called out to you.

"Night!"

You stopped in your tracks, turning towards the voice. Carl was smiling, waving at you. You raised a hand in response, flashing a brief smile before turning away.

"Night."

You were asleep almost instantly. The day's events had left you exhausted, and it didn't take long for sleep to overtake you. It overtook you to the point that you had slept in until after everyone else had gotten up.

Morning came and you exited the tent, squinting as the sunlight hit your face. The sun was high in the sky, and the others had begun the morning without you. You didn't mind; it wasn't the first time this had happened, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

As you made your way to the main area, you were greeted by several friendly faces.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Glenn teased. "We were starting to wonder if you were ever gonna get up."

You flashed a sheepish grin. "Sorry. I was just exhausted."

You scanned the area for a few minutes, noting that a couple of people were missing. Rick, for example, was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, Glenn, where's Rick?"

Glenn glanced around the campsite. He scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "Not sure, actually. I haven't seen him this morning. Not since breakfast."

That was strange.

"I'm gonna go look for him," you said,

As you left, Glenn gave you the thumbs up in encouragement before his eyes flashed back to Maggie and Tara. Most likely retelling the events of the previous day.

You soon wandered through the trees, searching for any sign of Rick – or anyone for that matter. Both Daryl and Carol were also missing, but you weren’t concerned about those two. It was more concerning for those who stumbled upon them. Now Rick, on the other hand, he was different.

As of right now he wasn’t the man to mess with. Seeing how he handled those at Terminus, and hearing what had happened the night before from Michonne… you weren’t concerned about the possibility of him getting attacked or injured. Your concern fell towards his mentality.

He was “technically” the leader that everyone had listened and looked up to. Abraham made arguments, mostly of the importance of taking Eugene to DC, but Rick was the one who had the final say. That kind of power and responsibility to lead an entire group to their survival has heavy effects. And now, after so much loss and failure, it finally took its toll.

The sun shined brightly through the trees as you walked, and the air was warm. It was the kind of day you would have spent reading on your back porch, or maybe going for a hike. Before the world ended, anyway.

As you started walking, you couldn't help but notice the quiet. There was no sign of life anywhere. No birds, no insects, no Walkers. It was almost like the entire world had disappeared, leaving you all alone.

The forest became more thick and dense the further you walked into it, with the trees growing more close together. The sun still shined through the branches, but it was still early, and the shadows were deep.

You started your trail back towards the temporary camp when you noticed a noise coming from behind you. You spun around, heart pounding. It sounded like footsteps.

"Rick?"

There was no answer. Just the sound of the wind whistling through the trees.

"Rick?" You tried again.

Nothing.

The silence was unnerving. The sound of footsteps had stopped, and there was still no sign of life anywhere.

Then, suddenly, you heard a branch snap and everything that was peaceful turned into a war zone. You spun around fast with fists clenched. You didn’t even process what it was before you struck it in the face.

Your face fell once you opened your eyes to peek at the danger.

Ah, shit.

Rick straightened out, his hand running over his nose where you had accidentally struck. He seemed a little dazed, but otherwise was fine.

"Oh, god, I am so sorry," you said, wincing. "I didn't know it was you. I thought you were a… I don’t— oh, geez.”

Rick blinked a few times, regaining his composure. His hand fell from his nose, and he gave you a slight smile. Fake, again, but this time you didn’t blame him.

“What are you doin’ out here?” Rick’s voice was low, and he sounded tired. He didn’t look directly at you, instead choosing to gaze past you at the forest behind. It was almost as if he didn’t care to hear your answer.

And it was clear he wasn’t bothered by the fact that you had just punched him in the face.

You found yourself sighing at his words. It was a difficult question. One that had multiple answers.

What were you doing out here?

What was he doing out here?

Why were either of you out here instead of being with the group or resting up after the chaos of yesterday?

The questions buzzed in your head, but the answer was clear.

You were out here because of Rick. You were out here to find him. To talk to him.

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The two of you stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity, and the awkwardness was palpable.

"You should be with the others.”

The words hung heavy in the air. They were simple enough, but the weight behind them was crushing.

"You should be with them, too," you countered.

Rick's gaze shifted to you, and you met his eyes.

The sun's rays broke through the treetops, illuminating his face. He looked tired. So tired. Rick had always had dark circles under his eyes, but the ones you were seeing now were new. They were a deeper shade than you'd ever seen, and they seemed to have grown bigger.

He was worn down, exhausted, and there was a hollowness to his stare. A dullness that had replaced the fire. And yet, despite all of that, there was still a warmth there. A sense of caring, of love, that was still present.

It was that warmth that gave you the courage to continue.

"I'm worried about you," you blurted.

His expression shifted slightly, his brows furrowing.

"You're worrying about me?"

You nodded, your eyes still fixed on his.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

He shook his head.

"You don't need to worry about me."

"Yes, I do. Because I care about you."

Rick stared at you for a moment. He seemed stunned, and the look on his face made your heart ache.

He let out a small sigh.

"You don't have to," he said, his voice quiet. "I'll be fine."

"You don't have to be the hero all the time, you know," you said. "You can let the rest of us help carry the load."

His eyes searched yours.

"You can't save everyone," you continued. "Sometimes you just have to accept that there are some things that are out of your control."

Rick became silent. You could see the pain and conflict swirling in his eyes. He wanted to accept your words, but the guilt was still eating away at him.

He closed his eyes, and the tension in his body seemed to ease a bit.

"I'm just… tired," he said. "I'm tired of seeing people die. Of losing people."

You placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I know," you said. "I'm tired, too."

[sophistired18]

When Yaku got his first kiss at 18.

But it wasn't with his long-time best friend and fiancée Kuroo Tetsurou.

Instead it's a secret he's held between him, the moon, and Sugawara Koushi.

--

Yaku taps on the wooden table impatiently. He looks out the window again. Then back to the clock. It reads 3:38 PM.

He checks his phone. Suga's last message was forty minutes ago saying he was running late.

Abruptly his phone rings. Yaku sees the contact and presses call.

"Suga? You okay?" Yaku asks as he hurriedly brings the phone to his ear.

He had already been waiting thirty minutes at the café they agreed on. Suga said his university tour would end around 2, but now he's nowhere to be seen.

Yaku glances at the clock on the wall. It's 3:40.

"Yaku...I'm lost. Help me."

"Huh? What happened?"

"I think I got on the wrong train. Again," Suga cries.

"Send me your location, I'll come get you," Yaku sighs.

"Thank you! You're a life-saver, Yakuuu!"

After what took almost 2 hours of tracking and traveling, Yaku found Suga, who had accidentally traveled to the opposite side of town. When Yaku spot him, he was waiting patiently at the station, but anyone could see he was frantically trying to keep it together.

"Yaku I'm so sorry!!" Suga repeated for the third time, on the verge of tears.

"Suga, please don't apologize! It's really okay! I shouldn't have chosen a cafe so far from the campus," Yaku attempts to reassure.

"But you didn't choose one far! I'm just hopeless!" Suga cries, his head falling into his hands. "What was I even thinking! I'm just not suit out for Tokyo."

"Hey, you're not hopeless. Sure, you're not good at the train system. But that's because you're not used to it yet. I've lived here for as long as I have, so of course I know how to use it. It's practice, that's all."

Yaku holds Suga's hand and begins walking towards the upcoming train. The doors open and they begin to enter. Yaku turns his head back to Suga and gives him a smile.

"So, don't be so hard on yourself. There's always room to improve. I'm sure you know that."

Suga wipes his eyes, smiling back, "Yeah, you're right. Thank you."

"No problem."

---

After 20 minutes of quietly watching passing lights in the night of Tokyo, Suga turns to Yaku.

"Hey, I know you said not to apologize, but I do wanna say I'm sorry we didn't get to hang out today. I really wanted to go to that café with you. I wish we still had time, but it's gotten so late now."

At that, Yaku thinks to himself. He doesn't want Suga to beat himself up over this all night. It would suck if this is what his experience in tokyo becomes.

Yaku's expression lights up.

"Suga do you have something going on tomorrow?" Yaku asks.

"Tomorrow? No, why?- Oh, wait I don't think I'll be able to come to Tokyo again, I'm sorry."

"Ah, no, that's not what I meant. I was trying to ask if it's possible if you could stay over the night. At my place. If that's okay with you?"

"Oh! That's so kind of you! Is that really okay? I didn't even pack any clothes!"

"Don't worry! My parents are totally okay, and I'll let you borrow what you need. Besides, I'm worried to send you home so late."

"Aww, thank you! You're really too kind Yaku!" Suga chimes, before wrapping his arms around the smaller boy.

----

Suga shifts, unable to sleep. His hands are playing with the soft fabric of Yaku's T-shirt.

"Yaku?" Suga calls out quietly.

He rolls on his side, facing Yaku's back. Originally, he was going to sleep on the futon Yaku had set out for him, but then Yaku changed his mind and told Suga to sleep on the bed instead.

They ended up going back and forth on the subject until Suga suggested they both sleep on the bed. Now, they're lying quietly on Yaku's cool mattress, but Suga still feels restless.

"Yaku? Are you still awake?" Suga asks again.

"Hm? Yeah. Are you uncomfortable?" Yaku turns to face him.

"Oh, no. I'm perfectly fine, I just can't sleep."

"Do you need anything, or are you not tired?" Yaku asks, concerned.

"Geez, you really are a mom," Suga teases.

"Not you too," Yaku pouts.

"I'm not tired, that's all," Suga reassures.

"Okay. Would you like me to stay up with you?"

"Only if you want to! I wouldn't want to keep you up."

"It's fine, it's boring to sleep on a sleepover anyways."

"Haha, you're right," Suga giggles.

For some reason he feels like a little boy again, giggling under the sheets on a sleepover with a friend. He finds spending time with Yaku to be a nice change of pace. It's fun.

"Did you want to tell me something?" Yaku questions.

"Oh, because I called out to you?"

Yaku nods.

"Hm.. sorta? But..." he hesitates, "yeah, actually I did. Although I'm a bit nervous to tell you."

"It's okay, you can tell me. If you want, I won't even say anything. I'll just listen."

"No, I'd rather hear what you have to say, honestly."

"Okay."

A beat.

"Yaku, I think I like boys."

"Oh."

"Haha, you don't hate me now, do you?"

"What? Of course not!" Yaku quickly replies. "I'm sorry, I was surprised. I don't think what you said is a bad thing at all!"

Suga chuckles at Yaku's panic. "That's good. I would hate it if you hated me. I really like you. Not as in 'like', but y'know, I'd like to stay your friend."

"Yeah, me too," Yaku replies, the corner of his lips pointing upwards.

"You have a really nice smile."

"W-what?" Yaku stammers, causing Suga to giggle.

"Haha, that's so cute, Yaku. You fluster easily," Suga laughs as he ruffles Yaku's hair.

"Stop, don't call me cute." Yaku's frowning, but doesn't try to stop Suga's hand.

"Suga, why did you want to tell me that?" Yaku asks, his voice shifting a bit more serious.

"Hmm, I don't know. I've never told a friend that. I guess I just really wanted to say it out loud for myself. To witness it," Suga replies. "Plus, I trust you. I've only known you for a short while, but I know you're truly a genuine human being, Yaku."

Yaku doesn't know what to say to that, so he just nods as a way to show appreciation, but also for Suga to continue.

"Even if you hated me for it, you wouldn't hide your feelings. I would still appreciate that," Suga chuckles.

"I'm glad then," Yaku replies. He remains quiet afterwards, as he tries to formulate his words.

"Suga, what do you mean by witness?"

"Oh, I guess that's kind of confusing, isn't it?" Suga hums to himself. "What I mean is, you know when there's something you really want or have never seen before?"

Suga turns to face the ceiling, "Like you could totally get it or go that destination. It's in your grasp, but you refuse it. Because it's scary to give it a chance. Or what if you do it, but it's not what you imagined?"

"It's more disappointing than what you anticipated?"

"Yes, exactly that," Suga states. "When you don't allow yourself to witness it."

Yaku watches the boy in front of him. He finds himself in awe. Suga has realized something in himself in a way most people would hope to realize for themselves too.

"I think I'm starting to understand," Yaku whispers. "It's those doubts that prevent you from figuring out how you really feel."

"Yeah. I knew you'd understand." Suga smiles brightly under the moonlight.

"Your smile is nice too, Koushi."

"Thanks, Morisuke."

-----

"You said think. Why only 'you think you like boys' and not that you just 'do'?"

"I'm probably making it overcomplicated, but I guess I'm still not sure," Suga replies uncertain. "I'm like eighty percent sure I do, but I'm not a hundred."

"Eighty is still quite a lot," Yaku points out. "What's holding up the twenty percent?"

"Well, okay, another secret, but I have huge crush on Daichi."

Yaku tries to pinpoint the name to a face. He remembers hearing a slurred 'Sa'mura' in Kuroo's voice. A sturdy, reliable, but loud young man pops into Yaku's mind.

"Daichi? Your team captain, right?"

"Yup. He's the whole reason I even think I like boys in the first place. And that's the problem."

"That's a problem?"

"Yeah, because if he's the only boy I've ever liked, then how do I know if I like boys or if I just like Daichi?" Suga groans. "It's dumb, but it's honestly so confusing and I want answers. I want to know for sure, especially before I decide if I want to stay in Miyagi or not."

"I guess that makes sense," Yaku agrees, nodding. "So you've never thought about other guys before?"

"Not really, I mean I can tell who's conventionally attractive, but it's never to the extent to how I feel towards Daichi."

"Well, maybe try imagining it? Imagine, I don't know, kissing some random dude."

"Ew, no. They have to be attractive at least."

Yaku laughs at that. "Alright, imagine kissing an attractive dude."

Suga closes his eyes, he tries to imagine someone attractive. Well, he likes dark hair. Not too long, so nice, short, and evenly cut. Strong jawline is a must. Tan skin, dark eyes, nice thick eyebrows- wait. This is just Daichi.

"Agh! It's not working! I keep picturing Daichi!"

"Bahahaha!-" Yaku quickly covers his own mouth to muffle his laughter. He takes a moment to settle back down.

"I'm sorry, I guess that wasn't very helpful," he whispers.

"Haha, it's alright I appreciate you trying," Suga chuckles. "If it was that easy, I would've figured it out by now."

He lets out a sigh, "Honestly it'd be so easy if had a boy right in front of me to kiss so then I'd know if I hated it or not."

The room goes unexpectedly quiet.

"Morisuke?"

"I'm a boy," a voice says quietly.

"What?" Suga asks, unsure if he heard correctly.

"I said, I'm a boy. Right in front of you."

"Oh- wait- I didn't- I wasn't suggesting-" Suga panicks. "Please don't misunderstand."

"I'm not," Yaku assures. "If anything, it's simple isn't it?"

"No! It's really not!" Suga cries. "Telling you is one thing, kissing you is another! I really don't need you to hate me."

"I told you I would never hate you! And you're not forcing me to do anything. I'm just offering help, of course, you don't have to accept it."

"Wait, you're offering? Why would you do that."

"You're my friend."

He says it so simply, Suga isn't sure to be in awe or in distress.

"Morisuke, you don't go around kissing all your friends do you?"

"Of course not! This is a one-time case!"

Suga laughs at his defense, finding this conversation to be bizarre. This whole day has been bizarre.

"But aren't you straight, Morisuke?"

"I ...am."

Odd.

"Morisuke, what was that."

"W-what?"

"I'm not crazy. You totally hesitated."

"I did not!"

"You did!"

"Didn't!'

"Is there something you're not telling me?" Suga asks excitingly.

"What! No! I am straight!" Yaku urges, "...at least I thought so... until about five minutes ago. I don't know! Forget everything I said!"

"Oh, come on! What's that mean?"

"I'm not sure! This makes no sense! I don't even know why I'm questioning myself. I do like girls. I swear. I've always liked girls. I'm sure of it," Yaku exhales. "But all of a sudden as we're talking, a dumb idea crawls in my brain and makes me wonder about things I've never even thought about before!"

"Hey, it's not dumb and it's totally natural to be curious," Suga encourages. "Why the change in perspective?"

"I don't know. I can't pinpoint it. Maybe it's just because of this conversation?"

"So you want to kiss me to find out?"

"No- it's not because of that. Not because of me. I swear it was only under intentions of helping you."

"Haha, it's okay, I'm not offended," Suga laughs. "Still, would you like to find out?"

"Huh?"

"I was opposed to kissing you before because I didn't want to cross your boundaries, even if you're trying to help," Suga meets Yaku's eyes, "but now, maybe we can both figure something out. We can witness it for ourselves."

"Then we can decide how we feel about it?" Yaku says softly.

"Exactly."

The two slowly sit up and face each other. The moonlight pours into the room through the crack of Yaku's curtains. It frames Suga's face gently, highlighting the beauty mark under his lower lid.

Yaku inhales quietly, suddenly afraid to make a noise. The shudder of his breath can be heard in the silent room.

"Relax, it's just me."

"I know. It's- this is my first time."

"Me too," Suga hums softly. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No. Do you?"

"Of course not, it's you after all." Suga shares a kind smile.

"I'm glad it's you too." Yaku smiles back.

Yaku holds Suga's hand, their fingers intertwining. Yaku shivers lightly as Suga's hand slowly cups his cheek. Yaku shuts his eyes closed and waits in anticipation.

Yaku hears a deep breath, before Suga leans in closer to his face, and whispers, "Thank you," before placing his lips gently against Yaku's.

The kiss ends almost as soon as their lips touched. Yaku's eyes flutter open and he feels his face heat. He's sure that his cheeks are as red as his game jersey.

What surprises him, however, is to see that Suga's face is as red as his. Suga is looking down and has yet to face him.

"That.. I didn't mind that." Suga mumbles to himself, placing two fingers onto where their lips just met.

Yaku chuckles. "I didn't mind that either."

Hearing him, Suga looks up and chuckles back. "I guess I like boys."

"I, I guess I like boys too."

A moment.

"Wanna try again?"

"Okay."

This time, Yaku feels a bit more confident. He can tell Suga feels the same by the way he's caressing Yaku's cheek with a bit more weight.

Then, their lips meet again, and they stay longer than before. It's soft, but as it continues, Yaku decides to press a bit harder. Suga lets him. They focus on the feeling of each others lips, separating just a little, before meeting again shortly after. Suga feels Yaku's breath against his own. He decides he likes this. Yaku does too.

When they separate fully, they just look at each other for a minute to breathe.

And in a burst, giggling fills the air. They fall onto to the mattress, letting out unintelligible noises of laughter. Their hands still interlocked and the moonlight splattered on the sheets.

Suddenly a knock.

"Mori? Are you and your friend still awake?"

The two boys still, their laughter dying at the sound of Yaku's mother's voice outside. They stare intensely at the door for what seems like an eternity. Then, one step. Two steps. Until they can't hear them down the hall anymore.

The boys sigh and fall back onto the mattress. Suga makes eye contact with Yaku. The stare at each other silently, until they find themselves burst laughing yet again.

Here, Suga finds that he feels like a little boy again, giggling under the sheets with another boy over a secret they share. A secret first kiss only for the two of them and the moon.

[doyouknowbtsswag]

Before Space |Yun-Jae|

I looked around around the memorial reading all the names carefully carved on the memorial. I've been here so many times it's hard to count. I always come here for some closure. My brother happened to be part of the people who died at the Balhae Base research station. My brother always carried a diary about anything he experienced and the day he left he took that diary. I want to know what happened and seeing his handwriting would give me all of what was left of his research so he wasn't there in vain. That's the reason I joined to be part of the group going there. Well and making sure my boyfriend doesn't do anything stupid. He wasn't happy seeing me on the roster when I didn't tell him I was going. He argued that it was too dangerous to go but I managed to at least calm him down.

"I still don't know why you decided to come," He said looking at the memorial as well.

"I can't let you get hurt" I shrugged. "Plus you have a daughter to come back to so I have to make sure you stay alive."

"I'm not going to die," He said. "I'm just annoyed you didn't tell me"

"Your still on about that?" I rolled my eyes looking at him. "You do know nobody is supposed to know we're together right?"

"I know"

"Is it gonna be weird calling you Captain?" I smiled.

"Don't get me started"

"No more Yun-Jae for 24 hours or babe or honey"

"This is going to be annoying for to because instead of sweetheart or darling, it's Mrs. Y/l/n"

"Oh god your right"

"Sometimes I question your degree" He teased.

"Rude and I was gonna ask if you wanted to kiss one last time before we heat up so no one sees" I teased back looking at my nails.

"I was going to don't worry about that," He said dragging me to a secluded area so no one would see.

"What-"

"Supposed to be a secret right?" He said as a wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Unfortunately," I said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

He looked at me his eyes weren't filled with lust it was filled with sincere love. We both leaned in and took our time. It felt like this could be the last. Once we pulled away our foreheads touched together.

"We'll leave this together no matter what," He said softly. "I can't lose you"

"And I can't lose you," I said in a similar tone. "So we have to survive together like you said no matter what."

"No matter what," He said back as a pulled him in a hug he hugged me back and we both held on to each other not wanting to let go but we had to.

"I love you so much" I pulled away to look him straight in the eye.

"I love you too" He smiled softly.

We heard the faint noises of pain talking about the mission and we both sighed at the same time. I let go of his hand the warmth leaving immediately. I looked back as I walked away as he waved giving his signature smirk.

"See you soon Captain." I teased one last time.

"You as well Mrs. Y/l/n," He said he pulled out a ring and back to me without me seeing him smiling brightly"Soon to be Mrs. Han Y/n," he said softly putting the ring back in his pocket.

With that, I walked away to meet with the others waiting for Yun-Jae to appear. I would leave 5 minutes before him so it didn't look like we were a couple. Everything will be okay and we'll all be safe and sound on the way back home.