#there weren’t even enough trees to sit and have a little picnic underneath one

[lothloriien]

it’s very simple if i walk into a cafe or restaurant or anywhere that serves food or drinks and ask for a cup of water they should give it to me for free. with ice. also if i am outside there should be benches i can sit on

[koutarostiddies]

What if...? Pt 5

Nishinoya and you are best friends and never once questioned anything about your friendship, until a series of questions ended up turning your friendship on it’s head. This will be a multi part fic since it got a bit long. In case anyone is wondering when it’s not reader addressing him, I think it’s less confusing reading ‘Noya’ instead of 'Yuu’ when the sentence has 'you’ in it as well. So for consistency I will do the same for the other characters.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

What if we get married? was all that was written on that small folded up piece of paper. He had placed it in the fridge to prevent you from thinking it was anything but another dessert. You had to admit that was pretty smart of him. This was far from the flashy proposal you would’ve assumed would’ve come from him. It was quiet, no bells and whistles; it was just the two of you alone in your new place. It wasn’t an outlandishly romantic gesture but it had you crying just the same. You looked up and he was sitting across from you once again, this time he had a small velvet box in his hand.

“So, y/n, how about it?” He opened the box.

“Ok, but promise me it won’t be weird,” you hiccuped.

Noya removed the ring from the box. A closer look at it made your heart tighten, it was a sakura diamond and you knew he had spent a good chunk of money on it. You knew he loved you, you had both made it clear that gifts wouldn’t be a reflection of your love. You were simple, never had much in terms of expensive items, whether it was gifts or household items, But this ring, you knew the price point and you were nearly ashamed that your boyfriend had gone out of his way to most likely get the most expensive one. Surely he knew you didn’t care if he bought the cheapest one with the smallest carat. Hell, he could’ve bought any ring and you would’ve been thrilled, but he remembered everything about you. He knew how much you loved to see the cherry blossoms, loved the little picnics underneath the trees and how you loved picking the petals out of his hair, especially right before leaning in for a kiss. 

Ever since you were children he knew exactly how to make you smile. That’s when it hit you. His questions weren’t sudden or spontaneous, at least not to him. He had always loved you. He had spent his allowance on replacing a plushie that a neighbor’s dog had shredded. You were absolutely devastated. That was until he had shown up to your house with another one with a bow his sister helped him tie around its neck. He always made sure you were smiling every day. He wiped away all your tears, soothed you when you were scared and always made sure you had him next to you when you slept over. How on earth did you not see this coming? He always stood by you during your break ups, never once bad mouthing your exes even though you knew he wanted to. It was about you, it was always about you.

You held out your hand, ready to feel the cool metal surround your finger, but it didn’t happen, not immediately at least. Before he took your hand, Noya hooked his pinky around yours and like he had done countless amounts of times, he simply smiled at you and said, “Promise."

The wedding was more on the Western side with elements of a traditional Japanese wedding sprinkled in. Noya had traveled and seen enough western weddings to gain some inspiration. The one thing he loved so much about you was that you didn’t bother to question his decision, you simply smiled and went along with it. You knew that one day it’d get you in trouble, at least you were pretty sure of it. 

Despite his larger than life personality the wedding was much like the proposal, it was subdued and intimate and neither of you would have it any other way. In fact, you were pretty confident that regardless of the dress, catering and venue, your ring was still the most expensive thing there. 

As you walked down the aisle, you noticed a few of your friends crying–Suga being the loudest among them. Hinata, Asahi and Tanaka stood by Noya, their smiles offering you comfort and putting you at ease as you got closer. You looked at your soon to be husband only to see that he too was crying. Now it was your turn to soothe away his tears, that was if you didn’t start crying yourself. As soon as you reached him he slipped his arm through yours and pulled you close.

“You look so beautiful. How did I get so lucky,” he whispered. 

“You’re not the only lucky one.” You reached out and cupped his cheek as you started to lean in, stopping abruptly when you heard the officiant clear their throat. You swore you had also heard Tsukki groan amongst the group. 

The two of you opted to write your own vows at the risk of crying even more in front of everyone. It wasn’t just you baring your hearts to each other, this time everyone would know just how intensely you loved each other and hopefully Noya spared everyone the more intimate details of your love and affection. 

Both vows were short and sweet. In fact, you had sped through yours just to avoid the crying, but you couldn’t avoid the trembling as he held onto your hands. He was more intentional with his words, much more deliberate. He wasn’t afraid to show his emotions. Everyone already saw him cry the moment you stepped into view, what did another moment of vulnerability and emotion matter anyways? “What if I told you I love you as much now as I did from the moment I first saw you? What if I told you that as soon as our lips had touched that night the accompanying spark that lit up my body was the thing that kept me coming back to Japan? What if I told you I was so sure of my love for you that every time I asked you for a little bit more I knew you’d say yes because you felt the same way I did? What if from today on out we spend the rest of our lives together, promising to always support each other and stick with each other no matter how hard things get? What if we hold each other accountable for our mistakes and misgivings but also forgive each other of our transgressions?” 

You might’ve not cried during your vows, but his vows brought such an intense wave of emotion over you that you hiccuped through your response.“Ok, just promise it won’t be weird.” You held out your pinky and he hooked his around it.

“Promise.” Before the officiant had a chance to say anything his lips came crashing down on yours. If anyone asked you what you remembered about that moment you always said, “Almost nothing.” It wasn’t as if it was a bad kiss, it was just so intense that your mind practically went blank. Nothing mattered the moment your lips parted, no one besides Noya and you existed in that very moment. No one bothered clearing their throats to stop you.

“I’ll never break my promises to you. Ever.”

Tags: @ladysierra117, @daniagabriela48,

Pt. 6

[gotnofucks]

The Unreformed Rake

Pairing: soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Slightly dubcon touching, fingering, semi-public touching, forced marriage hinted, 18 + Only

A/N: This is my submission to Siri’s 5k Softdark challenge. Congratulations love @stargazingfangirl18​ , you do us hoes so proud and keep our punanis so happy! I chose the prompt “Come on, just a little taste”. It’s highlighted in the text.

If your corset was a millimeter more tighter, you’d be dead. The mammas cared more about getting their daughters married off than about them making it alive through the ball. You were glad that as a second daughter you didn’t have too many eyes on you. All you had to do was let three to four men twirl you around the dancefloor to appease your mother, and then you could sit back and enjoy watching your older sister Anika try to catch a husband.

Mostly, the balls weren’t too bad. You got to meet with your friends and eat some delicious food without the constant supervision of your mother, sometimes you’d even find a decent dance partner who wouldn’t step on your toes or whose hands wouldn’t wander south of your back. You could have made it through the evening unscathed had one handsome rake not made an appearance.

The moment Lord Huge Ransom Drysdale stepped into the hall, all eyes were on him. And his were on you. He made a spectacular vision, donning the bright colours that most gentlemen stayed away from, and yet he looked more masculine than any of them. The eyes of every unwed lady followed his movements, their mothers urging them to approach him despite his reputation.

Everyone knew Huge Ransom Drysdale was a notorious rake; his stories were told at tea parties in hushed tones and often accompanied by giggles. He was proficient in the art of leaving a trail of broken hearts and stuttering men, but more than that, he was a master at getting under your skin. His eyes hadn’t left you for a moment, fixating on you and your current dance partner who was glued to your side like lichens to rock.

“You dance most marvelously Miss Y/N, would you do me the honour of the next one too?” He asked, looking smitten at you.

“Now now Allen, you wouldn’t hog Miss Y/N’s attention all for yourself, would you?” Lord Drysdale’s mocking voice carried over to you, the man walking languidly until he stood before you. “There are a number of other ladies in want of a partner, if you’d be kind enough to relent Miss Y/N’s hand to me.”

Allen bowed to him, recognizing the superior title and the man who held it. Placing a small kiss on the back of your hand, he beat a hasty retreat from you side like the coward you knew him to be. Lord Drysdale chuckled, raising a brow at you before offering you his arm. You had half a mind to turn your nose at him and storm away, but your mother would have conniptions if she learnt you said no to a Lord.

“You have a lot of nerve and no tact Your Lordship” You said in a whisper, allowing him to grip your hand and bring you closer. The music began and he spun you out gracefully before bringing you back into his body, much closer than was socially acceptable. His fingers were firm around yours, the hand on your waist tight, singeing the flesh underneath with his touch.

“You know I am a tactless bastard, that shouldn’t be news to you.” He said with a charming smile that could fool anybody but you. He put a façade better than any theater artist you knew. He led you around the other dancing bodies dexterously, not looking away from your face. After a moment, he abruptly asked, “Who were those three morons you danced with earlier? Didn’t I sent word that you must keep your dance card empty but for me?”

An appalled gasp escaped you and it was with restraint you kept yourself from bolting away from him. “Are you having me watched?”, You hissed in anger, wrinkling your forehead. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Of course I have people keeping an eye on you. Can’t let anything happen to my future wife.”

Because you couldn’t leave, you did the next best thing. You stepped on his toe with all your might, digging your hell into his feet until he groaned in pain. He retaliated by moving his hand from your waist to your backside, giving a firm squeeze to your ass that had you choking on a scandalized scream.

“Hugh!” You chided through gritted teeth, looking around quickly to see if someone had noticed. Amidst the sea of dancers, nobody focused on you alone, but it would be enough to ruin a lady’s reputation.

“You know that’s not what you call me.”

His blue eyes turned darker, more challenging and predatory as he leaned closer until his chest brushed against you. You struggled, trying to put distance between you as discreetly as possible but he wouldn’t give.

“Let go!” You said, digging your nails into his shoulder to no avail. The thick padding of his clothes prevented any harm.

“Say my name.”

It was an order, one that if not met would hold consequences. People thought they knew the philandering Lord Drysdale, but they had little inkling to the danger that resided just beneath the surface. You knew. Your gaze dropped away from his, head a little bowed in defeat.

“Ransom.” You whispered, and he let out a shuddering breath as if his name on your lips had taken away more from himself than from you. He wouldn’t let you address him as anything else, not you who he claimed would be wearing his ring soon.

The dance slowed to a stop, people clapping, and you pushed away from him, halfheartedly joining in the applause. Ransom stood too close, his hand on your waist still fast and you slapped it away in irritation.

“Look, just stay away from me. I don’t want mamma to see us together.” You said, weaving through the throngs of people and trying to escape him. He followed, keeping at your heels with no problem, playfully pulling at your sleeve.

“Stay away?” He scoffed, almost as if in wonder of your audacity to even demand that. “You’re gonna be Lady Drysdale soon, you need to get used to my presence. I will always be close. Very close.”

You turned on him, raising a finger and wagging it in his face. Heat was settling over your face and neck, seeping beneath your neckline and into your chest that was heaving. Ransom’s eyes trained on the rise and fall of your breast, a wolfish grin on his face as he licked his lips in appreciation and anticipation.  

“I am not going to marry you Ransom!” You yelled in a whisper, amazed at his arrogance. “You keep away from me.”

In a second his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling you away from the floor into the shadowy corners as you protested. Sweeping aside the curtains, he pushed you into an alcove, pressing you in deeper with his body as the curtains fell again to shield you from curious eyes.

“We’ll have to do something about that mouth of yours.” He hissed cruelly, caging you between his massive arms. “You can’t go around speaking to me like this.”

His face neared yours, eyes dark and dangerous as they glared into you, his mouth opening slowly. You knew what was going to happen and you turned your face at the last second, his lips finding your cheek instead. Warm breath fanned your already heated skin, a flutter of butterflies setting your nerves astray.

“Stop! This isn’t proper.” You said, squirming as Ransom refused to back away. He chuckled in derision, forcefully turning your face to his. You hated how he still looked so beautiful, despite the sneer and arrogance.

“Wouldn’t be the first time we did it. Or did you forget about those stolen moments after the lakeside picnics? What about those walks in the park where I’d press you into a bark of tree and ravish this sinful mouth? We’re long past proper my darling, and the only reason your virtue is intact is because I am affording you the dignity to keep it until our wedding night.”

Your gaze lowered in mortification, those shameful moments coming back to you as flashes behind your eyelids. He had been far too powerful, too intense to refuse. In your weakness, you’d allowed him liberties that made guilt settle like weight on your chest every time your mother bragged about your modesty to other mammas.

“That was my mistake, Ransom. I’m supposed to marry a man of impeccable standing, someone who holds everyone’s good opinion. After Anika gets herself a man, it’ll be me, and my mother would never marry me off to a rake like you.”

His chest expanded in indignation under your hands, and he held you steady as he ground himself against you. Anger, jealousy, and sheer disbelief at your words was evident in his glare, and you shivered in fear as his lips skimmed over your jaw.

“You will marry me, mamma or no mamma. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you mine.” He promised, eyes glinting in warning. “What’s that saying? A reformed rake makes the best husband, ain’t it?”

“You’re not reformed.” You countered, captive in his hold. A part of you that you refused to acknowledge didn’t want to leave at all.

“That’s true.” Ransom said, smirking. “I am a rake, its time I play to my reputation.”

He kissed you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips without preamble. You couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, your fingers clutching his collar for dear life, knees threatening to collapse as he kissed you like a man starved. You knew he had a talented tongue by his charming words, but there was more to it than merely speaking. He discovered you, explored you like an untouched cave and brought you back to life.

Nobody could make you feel like he did. You had no patience for conceited, blustering men, but Ransom was more than that. He was a force that overpowered your life like winds did to fallen leaves. He carried you with himself, unrelenting, persistent. He was passionate and hungry, he was obsessed. After the first time he had kissed you in the park, he promised he wouldn’t kiss anyone again. He promised he’d make you his, and that if any man tried to claim what belonged to him, it would end in a duel.

In his kiss, you felt his possessiveness. You felt his raw power and lust that had led you to sin on more than one occasion. Saying no to him was difficult, mainly because you were most yourself when with him. He gave you wings unknowingly. He gave you the freedom to rebel unknowingly. To him, it was your claiming. But hadn’t you claimed him too in one kiss? Hadn’t you transformed the rake into a marriageable sort in one kiss?

“Ransom, we can’t.” You breathed against his lips, both your mouths swollen and glistening.

“Yes we can. We will.”

His hand ventured south of your neck, dipping into your neckline and brushing against the plump swell of your breast. You sputtered, not knowing if you were urging him or objecting. He pressed you hard into the wall, trailing his lips from your neck to your chest, sucking and nibbling with utmost patience and care. You whimpered at his assault, soft mewls spilling from your mouth and you rested your head back, unable to control the heat that simmered in your core.

“There is no power in the world that can stop me from making you my wife.” He said, looking right into your eyes as he sharply pulled and tore a rip into your bodice. You screeched, thumping your fists against his chest before he gathered them in one arm and held them above your head. “This is just a preview of what will happen between us when you take my ring and name.”

Pushing away the limp fabric from your breast, his mouth enveloped your nipple in one fell swoop. You cried out in pleasure, his warmth spreading into your own body and you feared you’d burn. A fire was simmering between your legs, wet and wanting, chanting his name. His teeth gently grazed your nipple, causing you to whimper, a sound he captured in his mouth.

“Look at me.” He ordered, and you opened your eyes without having realized they were closed. The blue in his had never been darker, almost black like the night sky that swallowed down everything in its path.

“Please don’t.” You begged. “I have sisters whose reputation are tied with mine. You’ll ruin us all.”

Ransom smiled, and you gulped because he looked almost tender. As his fingers trailed down your front to gather the layers of skirt above your knees, he bumped his nose in yours. “Never. I am a Thrombey-Drysdale. I’ll take you, and I’ll save your family. Everything I own is yours.”

The look in his eyes was such that you didn’t protest as he traced your thighs, approaching the apex. He didn’t look away as he reached your moist core, nor when he found your sensitive nub and ran circles around it with his fingers. You moaned, biting your lip to stifle your voice as his breathing picked up. Your scent filled the small niche you were in, his chest digging into yours, hand buried between your legs.

A strangled cry did escape when you felt him at your weeping entrance, threatening to breach the untouched walls of your virtue. You shook your head, asking him not to cross the boundary that will change everything between you.

“Come on, just a little taste.” He urged, pressing inside with one finger. He delved in slowly, his intrusion felt against the spongy walls of your sex and you trembled. You were panting you realized, hips gyrating almost subconsciously to mirror his movements.

“Ransom” You moaned, pushing forward. You had to do something, anything. You felt about ready to combust.

“I know. I know. Look at me and remember the pleasure I can give you. Remember the love I will shower on you.”

Another finger joined the first, stretching you until it burnt. You held onto his arms, breath coming in sharp intervals as he moved in and out, the obscene sounds of your essence mixing in with your laboured breathing.

“Do you feel the fire my darling?” Ransom asked, and you nodded. He rested his forehead on yours, forcing you to meet his eyes as he sped up, the heel of his hand digging into your nub. “Look into my eyes and let go. Come, now.”

Your back arched and your pressed forward into his body, quacking in pleasure as sensations that had no name wrecked your whole body. Your teeth sank into his neck to hold in your scream, whole body vibrating and undulating in ecstasy. You remained like this until you caught your breath, sweat gathering above your lips and brow. He looked ravenously at you. He looked in awe too.

Raising his hand, he showed you his fingers soaked in your wetness and slowly he brought them to his mouth and sucked. You gulped, suddenly feeling empty as Ransom closed his eyes in the relish of your taste. When he finally looked at you again, you knew you were lost. The wolf had had his taste of blood. There was no escaping.

He kissed you slow and soft, sharing your taste with you and pulling you closer into him. It didn’t seem like he would part. For all you knew, the world had burnt away leaving only this niche in the wall intact, two people who were just learning to explore each other the only ones alive.

“Do you know, or should I say?” He asked, and you sucked in a breath. Who would have thought this day would come?

“Say it.” You answered. You knew, oh yes. But you needed to hear. You needed to watch those beautiful lips curve around words that bound you to him in something far more potent than marriage.

“I love you.” He said, sincerely, truly and with no hesitation. He loved you. Lord Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved you. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and you stood on your toes to brush a kiss against his lips.

“I love you, Your Lordship.”

His arms came around you so strong that they felt like chains. You stayed in his embrace, disheveled and disoriented. You never expected your evening would have ended like this.

“Remember my love, then. And forgive me.” Ransom said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he threw apart the curtains that contained your sin and bared you to the world. The first person gasped aloud, and then ten more. You stood paralyzed, holding a hand against your chest to conceal the peeking flesh behind.

Ransom stood before you, nonchalant. Whispers flew around, taking the form of a vicious wind that swept across the ballroom until your mother was running towards you, scandalized. She took one look at you and staggered back, falling behind on the people who rushed forward to help.

“You – no. It couldn’t be.” She sobbed, holding a hand to her heart as if asking it to stay inside. You couldn’t say anything, shame written on every part of you. Ransom cleared his throat before looking at you softly, uncaring of others who gossiped when his lips pressed on your forehead.

“I plan to do right by Miss Y/N.” He announced, removing his coat and draping it around you. Pulling you out from the alcove, he put an arm around you and tugged you at his side. He glanced at you mother who was on the verge of fainting, a small tilt to his lips. “Madam, with your blessings, I would like to wed your daughter and make her an honest woman.”

You hid your face into his chest, not bothering to see your mother’s response. He had compromised you. He had ruined you. Ransom Drysdale didn’t take a no, and he fought hard for what he wanted.

“I hate you.” You whispered, heartbroken. Had he waited, you’d have said yes yourself. Ransom read the question in your gaze and stroked the curve of your cheek.

“I have done my waiting. No more of it. You’re mine now.”

[babbushka]

How about a Memorial Day picnic or bbq with the zimmermans and possibly some public cockwarming? You’ve teased Flip until he can’t stand it and he pulls you down onto his cock under your sundress. It could even be at a cop party! Please and thank you! 💕💕

A/N: when I read this I out loud went 'oh hell yeah.' I hope that you enjoy and also possibly go 'oh hell yeah' ;)

1.7K, pure NSFW (exhibitionism, public sex, cockwarming, teasing)

Memorial Day weekend usually saw the detective units off of work. Crime didn’t stop, but it was a tough job to try and wrangle anyone to give a shit about it during the holiday weekend, aside from the bare bones staff that got the short end of the stick.

Flip, for once in his fuckin’ life, was not hangin’ on to a short end, and found himself actually enjoying the holiday weekend at the big park that sits right at the heart of the city. He’s not alone, he’s brought you to join the CSPD narcotics unit, complete with Bridges, Harry, and the secretaries, for a B-B-Q picnic.

And you’re driving him up the fuckin’ wall.

You’re doing it on purpose too, he knows. He knows you, he’s loved you a real fuckin’ long time, he knows when you’re doing this shit on purpose. The way you wriggle your ass against his crotch at every opportunity, the way you let out these little happy sighs and laughs that sound entirely too suggestive, fuck, even the way that you eat your banana has him getting hot in his jeans.

He’s starting to reach a tipping point, so the next time that you settle yourself atop his lap from where he sits on one of the big lounge chairs you brought, he grabs a hold of your nose and shakes your face with a stern, “Knock it off.”

“Hmm, no.” You mull it over with mock-thought for a moment or two, before splitting into a beautiful grin that has Flip’s scowl deepening.

“I mean it ketsl, or else I’m going to do something drastic.” He threatens, and you know exactly what that means.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You throw a glance to the entire unit lounging just a few feet away from you, the lot of you taking up a nice sized chunk of the park. You’re all far enough away from the playgrounds that it’s just adults, which is nice, considering the beer is flowing, and Flip’s about two seconds from fucking you.

“Oh yeah?” He licks across his teeth, that countdown coming to an end, “Try me.”

Calling what you think is his bluff, you throw a secretive glance over your shoulder, and lean in, pretending to whisper something in his ear, only to suck the sensitive shell of his ear into your mouth, teasing it with your teeth and tongue. Flip’s reaction is immediate -- he’s got a hand gripping your thigh before he even knows what he’s doing.

“That’s it -- ” He starts, before he feels something slick trickling down your thigh from the safety of the skirt of your dress, and his heart begins to pound in his throat when he realizes, “Wait, are you not wearing panties?”

“Nope.” You pop your ‘P’, and that’s officially the straw that breaks Flip’s back.

“Christ you’re such a brat, you know that?” Manhandling you, he grabs your body and maneuvers you so that you’re sitting facing away from him. His legs are spread and yours are spread even wider around them, putting you on display. If anyone were to be paying attention, they’d almost almost almost get a view of your cunt -- if the breeze were any stronger, then they definitely would.

“What are you gonna do about it, detective?” You continue to tease him, even when you’re in a compromising position like this, and the name makes Flip’s dick throb.

It presses against the seam of his zipper, strains in his jeans, and he knows exactly what he’s gonna do. He cants his hips up ever so slightly, makes sure the swell of your ass rub against his jeans, makes you squirm and let little whines out of your throat. Not too loud, but loud enough that Flip can hear them.

“You feel how fuckin’ hard you make me honey-bunny? Feel how stiff you got my cock?” He murmurs against your throat, hands already twitching to undo his belt.

“If it’s gonna be hard either way, why not let it be hard inside my hot, wet, cunt?” You look at him over your shoulder, a heated gaze that has Flip’s mouth flooding with want, with desire, lust for you.

“You don’t fuckin’ mean that.” Flip gives you a chance to call it all off, to quit your teasing before it goes somewhere far more public, but you only grin.

“Try me.”

Looking around, Flip tries to figure out the logistics of it all. As much as he loves fucking you, and the idea of fucking you in public, he would rather kill a man than let them watch the beautiful faces you make -- or god fuckin’ forbid, get a glimpse of something they shouldn’t be seeing.

“We gotta wait until no one’s around.” He grunts, starting to grow desperate, looking around for the nearest bathroom facility or something, anything that he can push you up against.

“Hey Jimmy!” You do the exact opposite thing, and draw attention to yourselves instead of away, and Flip is about to panic but then you continue, “I heard Ron was sayin’ that he doesn’t believe that you can catch a frisbee as good as you say you can.”

“Bullshit, I so can! Did one of you bring one? Let’s go, two teams, right now.” Jimmy claps his hands, and the drunken detectives are too buzz-happy to deny him. “Zimmermans, you’ll be the judge?”

“We’ll judge.” Flip calls with a thumbs up, and it’s all too soon before the entire group of them is running off down the open field, someone procuring a frisbee out of a backpack somewhere. Flip immediately reaches for his belt, fumbles with the zipper, and tugs his rock-hard cock out, positioning it right at your folds, “You’re so smart, my smart girl. Fuck you’re wet it’s soakin’ into my jeans.”

“We’ll say you spilled your beer, hurry -- ” You shift yourself as discreetly as possible, until you’re sinking down down down on his cock, feeling it push through your walls, your cunt squelching and clenching around it, hot like a brand as it splits through you, making you sigh out a little too loud, “Oh my god.”

“Fuck, fuck you just -- can’t -- fucking -- move.” It’s like heaven for Flip, the grip that your pussy has on him, and he has to gulp down deep lungfuls of air to make sure he doesn’t push you onto the grass and fuck you hard rough fast like he knows you deserve.

No, this can’t be that, there’s people all around. You’ll just have to sit here, right on his cock, keep him hard and hot and wet, your cunt’s soaked, fuck, just sit there until they start to leave. You seem to have other plans, your thighs already shaking, knees pinching in together as you grind yourself down onto his lap.

“You’re so big, you know that? Who let you walk around with a cock like this? I’m so full.” Biting at your lip, Flip can from the spot where he’s resting his chin on your shoulder, that your nipples are so stiff. You must not be wearing a bra either, from the way they’re pressing, straining against the fabric of your sundress.

“Why dont you moan about it some more.” Flip casually brushes his hand against one of them, a quick motion disguised as a means to comb his fingers through his hair, and you immediately start to wriggle and move on his lap, making him tsk against the roof of his mouth, “No, no bouncing, not here. Then everyone’ll know what a slut you are.”

“But I am a slut for your cock honey.” You moan, breathy, feeling the way his cock twitches and pulses pre-come into your wanting pussy. You’re so wet that at the wrong move, his cock could slip right out, and you have a fierce urge, a desire, to keep it safe inside your cunt as long as possible.

Flip peppers kisses along your throat, shouts out a couple referee calls to the group down the field so they think he’s paying attention, before he returns his attention to you. He’s got his feet planted firmly on the ground now, and he uses that leverage to buck up against you, making you smack a hand over your mouth to prevent the yelp that he elicits from traveling too far.

“I know, beautiful girl, I know. But you gotta be good. You’re gonna sit right here all fucking afternoon.” He would be smirking up a fuckin’ storm, if he weren’t so concentrated on keepin’ himself from coming so hard in you that you both won’t be able to walk.

“Flip, Philly honey -- I -- ” Leaning back against his chest, you huff and puff and start biting at your lips, making them all swollen the same way Flip knows your clit must be, aching, desperate.

“Do you want to come?” Flip asks, a little patronizingly, teasing you to make up for all the damn teasing you put him through all morning, but you don’t even care -- he’s your husband after all. You’ll bitch at him later about it, you don’t like not getting what you want right away.

“Yeah, please, just touch me a little?” You reach for his hand, guiding it slowly, tantalizingly slowly, towards your pussy that’s waiting for him right underneath that scrap of fabric that’s barely covering you, “Just a little bit? Just let me come once and I’ll be good and I’ll stay on your cock all day, please?”

“The trouble you get me in, I swear...” Flip would chuckle, but instead all that comes out is a groan as he drops his hand finally to your clit, his calloused big fingers smearing your wetness and his pre-come around and around until your body is tensing up up up, before shuddering back against his chest, orgasm washing over you.

“Thank you.” You sigh out happily, the muscles in your cunt relaxing around his cock -- still hard and wanting -- settling against him for the long haul.

He doesn’t actually know how long he’ll make it like this, but he figures if he can last an hour, he’ll find some excuse to go plow you down by the huge shady trees or the pavilions, and really make you thankful then.

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[ahkaahshi]

of picnics and persuasion [miya atsumu x reader]

pairing: miya atsumu x fem reader

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, exhibitionism, size kink, public sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, swearing, you kinda squirt but it’s nothin too crazy lol

word count: 2.5k

overview: hindsight’s 20/20, but you should’ve known atsumu wanted you to wear a sundress to your picnic for a reason other than “’cause it looks good on ya.”

In the secluded area of the park where you’ve created a small silver of paradise under a cluster of trees, you watch the shards of vibrant sunlight shift between the leaves casting a kaleidoscope of shadows over your body. The sounds of the late afternoon breeze whistling past, distant conversations, and the scurrying of nearby animals mingle with the soft music playing from your boyfriend’s phone where it lies on the blanket, amongst an array of quickly diminishing food. Absentmindedly, your fingers card through Atsumu’s golden strands of hair, making him tighten the grip he has around your waist and nuzzle his face against your stomach.

“That tickles!” you giggle, giving his head as gentle a push as you can muster when he refuses to budge. He lets out a small sigh of contentment and gives one of your thighs a squeeze before retreating from his position and sitting up so he can help himself to another handful of gummy bears located in a nearby bag.

His arms soon extend out towards you as he beckons, “C’mere, babe.” Placing your hands in his, you allow him to guide you closer to him so you can settle yourself in his lap. A small smile appears across his lips as his amber colored eyes take in every part of you—from the stray strands of (h/c) hair that have fallen in front of your ears to the supple skin on your thighs peering out from beneath the soft fabric of your sundress. “Did I already tell ya how fuckin’ gorgeous you are, (f/n)?”

Heat rushes to your face, then floods your stomach when he leans down to press a tender kiss against your lips followed by another on your neck. “’Tsumu…” you hum nearly inaudibly, “what’s gotten into you, hmm? It’s not every day that you give me compliments without tacking some smart comment onto them.”

“Oh, be quiet,” he complains, grabbing another gummy bear and tapping it against your lip. Obediently, you open your mouth so he can drop it onto your tongue. “Can’t a man just be all in love with his girlfriend without gettin’ dragged?” A small snicker escapes your mouth as you chew the sweet treat and observe the way his hand moves over to yours so he can place your palms together.

He marvels at how his fingers extend beyond yours, and how small they feel laced between his when he slides them together and rests them atop his leg. His other hand takes to traveling the path from your knee to your waist a few times, as if the action soothes him. The intimate nature of his touches in combination with the sensation of his slightly calloused palm against your skin and the pecks he’s littering across your collarbones make your heart flutter in your chest.

When you feel his teeth nibble at your neck, you breathe, “Baby, stop. You’re gonna get me all worked up,” and shift uncomfortably in his lap.

His grip tightens ever so slightly to hold you in place. “Is that so?” he questions coyly, pulling away from your neck so he can shoot you that signature smirk of his. “What if I told ya that’s what I wanted, huh?” Suddenly, you’re acutely aware of his fingertips fiddling with the hem of your dress.

Though your resolve is slowly crumbling at his touch—as it had an annoying habit of doing—you argue, “Can’t you at least wait ‘til we get home?”

“Who says we hafta wait?”

“Oh, I don’t know, the law?”

He scoffs at your retort and comments, “C’mon, honey, we both know that if I don’t fuck ya right here, yer just gonna end up riding me in the front seat of the car. Waitin’ ‘til we get home ain’t even an option at this point.” You quickly avert your gaze in a futile attempt to hide the effects of the heat rising to your face as well as the pout that forms on your lips at being so irritatingly transparent. A small breath of satisfaction at knowing he’s seen through you once again rushes out of his nose as he trails his fingers along the inside of your thigh. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna even notice my hand takin’ a little detour, do you?”

His words light a fire in your stomach that burns hotter underneath the pads of his fingertips as they move beneath the skirt of your dress to inch closer to your painfully throbbing core. You curse the shuddering breath that escapes your lips when his nail grazes the small bow adorning the top of your underwear. “Atsumu,” you sigh.

“Yer wearin’ those lacy panties I bought for ya, ain’tcha?” he muses, admiring the small crinkle of your eyebrows he knows from experience appears moments before you quietly plead for more. He brings his face closer to your ear, feeling his growing erection strain against his pants at your unsteady breathing, and whispers, “I wish I could see how pretty they look all soaked ‘cause of me.” A soft whimper echoes from your throat when he slides his fingers across the wet material between your legs.

“What if someone sees?” you whine, tightening your grip on his shoulders, causing the material of his t-shirt to bunch up beneath your fingertips.

In response, he presses a reassuring kiss against your lips and murmurs, “Sees what?” His feigned cluelessness would be infuriating to you if his digits weren’t slowly pushing your underwear aside so they could venture along your exposed slit. “We’re just two lovers in the park havin’ an intimate conversation, is all.”

The devious grin on his face widens when a teasing touch against your clit changes your tune. “Please,” you utter, any filter or reservations you had before going straight to hell. Now that he’s spreading that fire between your legs with his well-placed pokes and prods, there’s no way you’re going to tell him to stop.

“There she is,” he purrs, his lips finding your neck once more to shower it with tender kisses before pulling away once more so he can watch you. As his fingers move from your clit to your entrance, he finds that you’re too tight to take in more than one of them. “It’s okay, baby girl. Let me into that cute, little pussy of yours ‘nd I’ll make ya feel so good. I promise.” His words have you clenching even harder against his finger, nearly pushing it out of you entirely, but the feeling of his thumb circling your bundle of nerves as his other hand massages your hipbone helps alleviate the issue.

Soon, he’s able to slide two fingers in with relative ease and use them to knead the spongy area deep inside of you. “Fuck…” you hiss under your breath and squeeze your eyes shut. His skilled digits are soon pumping in and out of you slowly, and his thumb dragging across your pearl with each thrust is edging you closer to your orgasm in no time. “More… please! I want more.”

The desperation in your tone makes his dick throb painfully, which he voices with a low groan into your neck. “Think ya can take me, sweetheart?” he asks, though he already knows what your answer will be.

“Mm!” you confirm enthusiastically with a nod, opening your eyes to meet his curious gaze, “I wanna feel you inside me, ‘Tsumu.”

“In a public place where anyone could see us? Damn, yer horny as hell, ain’tcha?”

You furrow your eyebrows with indignation and grumble, “You started it.”

“I did,” he admits, bringing his face closer to your ear so he can nip at the shell of it, “And I intend ta finish it. Same goes for you as well.” After planting an affectionate kiss against your lips before you can even respond, his free hand’s darting beneath the cover your dress’s skirt provides to unbutton his pants and unzip his fly. “So good to me, baby,” he whispers as he drags his fingers coated in your essence along your slit once more, sending a small jolt of pleasure through your body and causing your hips to buck against him impatiently.

A glance downwards reveals a distinct lump beneath the flowing cotton material that makes you swallow thickly. Though your pussy is practically dripping with anticipation, you know his size is going to stretch your walls painfully. Quietly, you request, “Please be gentle.”

“’Course,” is his reassuring response as he uses his grip on your hips to align your entrance with his cock. Once you’re shifted into the appropriate position, he uses light pressure to bring you down onto him at a slow pace.

However, the sounds of nearby voices startle you, and you pause, refusing to budge. Both yours and Atsumu’s gazes dart about your surroundings until you both spot another couple wandering along the path nearby. Though there’s ample foliage shrouding you from their view, you still feel nervous at the thought of being caught; but you must admit the adrenaline rush also goes straight to your core. Unbothered by the possibility of being spotted—and probably turned on by it, instead--Atsumu pulls you down onto him enough to push the pulsing head of his cock into your pussy.

You’re almost entirely sure the couple can hear the squeal you release, but they don’t stop walking or glance in your direction at all. When you shoot your boyfriend a less than pleased look, his only defense is, “Don’t worry, baby; I’ll make sure nobody sees us,” but he adds, “Though there are people out there who enjoy watchin’, ya know. Can’t do anythin’ about them.”

You respond with a light smack against his arm, but he soon ends your conversation by inching himself deeper inside of you. The way you clench around him at the slightly painful sensation reminds him of just how small your sweet, little core is compared to his large dick, and he loves it. Since your face is contorted in discomfort, he tilts his chin up to capture your lips with his.

“Jus’ relax, sweetheart,” he soothes between kisses as he takes to running one of his hands up and down your back. His words and tender touches eventually melt your pain away, and you allow him to slowly plunge into your warm depths until his tip bumps your cervix. “Fuck, (f/n); your pussy feels so goddamn good.” Heat pools in your abdomen at his praise, and another low hum rumbles in his throat when your walls flutter affectionately around him.

Gently, you move your hips against his at a pace that feels most comfortable for you, and that he matches his long but deep strokes. His arms encircle you, bringing your chest closer to his face so he can tease your nipples, which he can see poking against the thin fabric of your dress since you’re not wearing a bra. It’s a good choice, he thinks, since he can use his teeth to stimulate them without having to expose you. It’s almost as if you came on this picnic date prepared to fuck him in the park—although, you wearing the loose sundress was his idea. He had to pride himself for that, since he was now reaping the rewards of his suggestion.

As much as you want to speed up and let him pound into you mercilessly, you’re both able to show a bit of restraint given the nature of the situation. But that certainly doesn’t mean the experience is any less enjoyable by a long shot. He adds more pleasure to every meeting of your hips by including his fingers in the mix for you to grind against. Given how unsettled you’d felt at the idea initially, you’re surprised how quickly you find yourself getting lost in the moment and approaching your orgasm. Each precisely placed thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy through your body that force you to stifle your moans with your hand, and Atsumu’s eagerness to indulge your needy pussy encourages him to bounce you up and down on his lap with a bit more speed and force.

“Just like that, baby,” you tell him breathlessly, leaning into the hand he has resting against your stomach so he can feel his dick prodding it from inside you with every snap of his hips. “So good…”

His gaze travels from your breasts back up to your face so he can admire your expressions as you get closer to coming undone. “I know yer close. Cum all over my cock for me, princess.” The way his fingers stimulate your sensitive spot has you orgasming only a few seconds after he’s uttered his gentle command. With a mewl muffled by your hand, you feel ecstasy overtake your entire body as you gush all over him and squeeze him tightly enough to make him press his face into your chest once more to stifle a loud groan.

“That’s it,” he praises shakily, tightening his grip on your hips and holding you down so he can feel the effects of your climax on every inch of his dick. “So fucking good, baby.” With a final, particularly forceful thrust, he releases inside of you and rides out his own high as you drape your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

When you’re both finished, you take a moment to regain your breath and your composure before daring to open your eyes and see if you’d raised any suspicions. Thankfully, you don’t find anyone watching you with horror—or rapt attention, much to your relief, since either would be mortifying. Atsumu’s lips peppering your chest with gentle kisses draws your gaze to him as he lifts his head to regard you with somewhat hazy eyes. You chuckle at his slightly dazed expression, though you’re sure you look more than fucked out as well.

“That was so hot,” he comments with a sigh of contentment before pressing a loving kiss against your lips, “Who woulda guessed that you ‘nd I would end up fuckin’ during a picnic of all things today?”

You reply, “Not me, that’s for sure.” After allowing your lips a few more moments to catch up on all the kisses you’d been avoiding for the purpose of being as discreet as possible, Atsumu lifts you off of him so he can make himself decent before pushing your skirt away. “Let’s go, ‘Tsumu. The last thing we need is to get busted for having sex in public.”

“We’re gonna be fine!” he grumbles and dismisses your worries with a wave of the hand, “Could ya hand me one of the bags of food, though?” You raise an eyebrow at him, since you’re hardly in the mood to stick around after what you’ve just done. With a roll of the eyes, he leans in closer to you and informs you, “There’s a wet spot on my pants that needs covering up, thanks ta you, so, hand it over ‘nd we can get outta here.”

“Are you complaining?”

“’Course not! In fact, I can’t wait ‘til we get home so you can do it all over again.”

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[sp00kyjellybeans]

Constant Pining [Mickey Altieri x reader]

A/N: part two because i think the last one deserves a follow up :> For this one, I decided to play with the fact that Mickey is a film student, so I kind of figured he would use it to his advantage. btw tho this feels super choppy and cheesy in the bad way so idk how to feel ab it:’) pls lmk what you guys think bc i might rewrite it and cut half of this out

Word Count: 3,425

Warnings: None, this is like... super fluffy

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It had been two weeks since the party and it was driving Mickey insane. He wasn’t sure what was worse. The fact that life carried on as usual or the fact that you were completely unfazed. He would have preferred if you were all over him or, hell, if you were avoiding him.

Because then he would know how you feel.

But he didn’t. The poor guy hadn’t the slightest clue. Life went on nonetheless. Some days he was able to sit next to you in Psychology (if Halley didn’t try kicking him out of her seat) and the two of you were normal during friend settings. But you never showed up to another party.

Mickey gnawed at his pencil. It was whittled down to practically nothing. He was supposed to be focused on a project that he and Randy were assigned in Film Theory but instead... You were on his mind.

“Can you stop eating that pencil and quit thinking about (Y/n)!” Randy threw a small notebook at Mickey’s head. Mickey snapped out of his daze and easily dodged it. “We need to work on this shit together. I don’t need (Y/n) clouding my camera man’s mind.”

“I’m not even-”

“Save it. You’ve been making the same face for two weeks straight now. It’s the (Y/n)-face. Sid and I coined it.”

Mickey muttered a curse word under his breath and reached for the notebook that was thrown at him. It was Randy’s film book. He flipped through some pages. It was filled with notes for class and film-analysis. Half of the analyses weren’t even assigned for class.

“What are we doing for this again?” Mickey rolled his eyes and threw the notebook onto a table. He propped up his feet and leaned back in his chair. 

The two boys were in a conference room of the film school. A chalkboard had been dirtied with Randy’s ideas for their film project while Mickey was mentally vacant for the time being. The project was to make a movie, each group was assigned a different genre. They were content with being partners, seeing as Randy had the ideas and Mickey had a knack for cinematography. 

“We were assigned to do a documentary.”

“Fucking lame... Everyone else got cool shit. I heard Terry Pusher was assigned fantasy... Fucking fantasy.”

“I know, hell I’d take a love story over this shit,” Randy threw the piece of chalk at the board. 

Mickey paused and sat up. His expression was twisted as if he were onto something. 

“Wait... say that again...”

“I’d take a love story over this shit?” Randy tilted his head.

Mickey stood to his feet and pointed at his geeky friend, an excited expression was evident.

“Exactly.”

The sea of students stormed past you. Your final class of the day ended early so you were more than eager to get back to your dorm. Your roommate was gone for the weekend so hopefully some quiet would get your mind off of Mickey.

The events of the party had been bouncing around the walls of your mind ever since it happened. A part of you thanked Halley for stepping in when she did and a part of you cursed her for it.

You couldn’t fathom dating Mickey. It was unheard of. New. Exhilarating. He was probably one of the hottest guys on campus and he had his hands on your waist.

Sure, he was a total nerd when it came to movies, especially for Tarantino films, and you could listen to his rants for hours, but the thought of him wanting you made your heart skip a beat. If he reciprocated any sort of feelings you’d be sent into cardiac arrest. Did he like you? Was that even possible?

He could have anyone at this school. He knew it, too. But it was possible he could choose you.

Before you were able to expand on that thought, a camera was shoved into your face. 

“And here we have the wonderful, the amazing, the magnificently stunning (Y/n)!” Mickey’s voice imitated a sports announcer. 

His sudden appearance was enough to make your cheeks go ablaze. 

“What are you doing?” You winced and shielded your face.

Randy appeared behind Mickey, “Film project, you’re a part of it!”

“Puh-lease, if anything, they are the star of the film, Meeks!”

You continued to walk to your dorm in hopes of avoiding the nerds but in all honesty, you were smiling like an idiot. 

“What’s it about?” You asked.

Mickey put the camera down for a second and eyed Randy. Luckily, he knew exactly what to say, or rather, what not to say.

“We’re making a documentary. We’re following around a few students, and you’re one of them. Will you watch it when it comes out?”

“Of course,” You grinned. “Just... don’t follow me everywhere with that thing.”

And follow you, they did. 

The very next morning you opened your door to Mickey holding up the blocky piece of tech. He was grinning behind the lens, which forced you to do the same. But you made it a point to shove the camera away. 

This went on for weeks. Mickey would ambush you with his camera everywhere. Meaning that you two were spending more time together. It didn’t matter if you were in the cafeteria or spending the night with your friends. He always managed to film little tidbits of you. 

At first, you would push the camera away or hide your face behind a nearby pillow. 

Then you and Mickey started to hang alone together more often. You found yourself seeking out time with him. Mickey walked you to classes (still filming you with the camera but you didn’t push it away anymore; you just ignored it), he visited you at work and stopped by your dorm frequently. 

Eventually, he had the courage to trap you into a date. 

“Why are you covering my face, Mickey? I know where the cafeteria is...” You groaned, aimlessly walking forward.

“That’s not where we’re eating today.”

“You had no reason to make that sound threatening, Micks... You suck at surprises.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can open your eyes now.”

You opened your eyes to a sprawled out assortment of food on a picnic blanket. 

It was a typical picnic blanket sat under one of the largest trees on campus. It was wide and comfortable. Mickey thought to bring plenty of drinks too. The look on your face filled him with glee as you studied the setting in front of you.

Just last week both of you were talking about your favorite underrated scenes in a romance movie. His answer was the kissing scene in Titanic, but you argued that wasn’t underrated. Your answer was the picnic scene in Armageddon.

Mickey managed to make it come true. If it were sunset, it would have hit the nail on the head.

“Oh my...”

“Do you like it?” Mickey jumped into your line of vision, he looked hopeful. “You said you’ve never been to a picnic before when you mentioned Armageddon and... well that’s just a part of the American dream so I figured- ‘Hey, they shouldn’t miss out on something so fun and peaceful’ so... I made it happen.”

Mickey’s rambling had you smiling wide. Underneath that smooth exterior, he was a nervous wreck around you. 

“Thanks, Micks...”

The food was delicious. You guys talked amongst the meal and the conversation never stopped. Hours passed but you guys continued to laugh and talk. You were having the time of your life. Mickey brought your favorite fruits and snacks, but best of all, animal crackers. You held up the bag excitedly.

“Like from the movie!” You cheered. 

Mickey leaned forward to grab a cracker but you leaned back, smiling mischievously. You loved teasing him.

He furrowed his eyebrows and went to grab again but you leaned back even further. Mickey paused, chuckling, and you thought you won. You reached your hand in to grab a cracker yourself and instead, you felt his body collide into yours. 

You yelped in surprise and fell on your back. The Animal Crackers flew across the blanket and Mickey groaned in defeat. 

“Now look at what you did...” You laughed.

You guys were side-by-side laying on your backs, staring at each other. The blanket was soft. If you weren’t so giddy, you could have fallen asleep right there. Mickey’s body heat enhanced your comfort, the need to lean into him was excessive. 

You giggled at the man, biting the nail on your index finger. Mickey stared back at you, he looked pleased.

“What?”

He shrugged and continued to stare. You faced your head forward to look up at the branches of a tree above you. 

The shade kept you both cool from the sun. Rays of sunshine illuminated your skin, the eccentric shadow of leaves were printed on your face. A breeze flew by, causing your baby hairs to wave in the wind. Mickey couldn’t pull his eyes away.

“Baby-” You said, snapping him out of his trance- “Do you think it’s possible that anyone else in the world is doing this very same thing at this very same moment?”

You slowly turned your eyes back to Mickey, hoping he’d catch on. His toothy grin spread across his cheeks. He thought back to the movie line, hoping to get it right.

“I hope so...” He mumbled but you heard it perfectly. “Otherwise... What the hell are we trying to save?”

His face was an inch away from yours. You could feel his breath hitting your face. It was sweet. It smelled of the strawberries you shared moments before. 

A few strands of his hair hung in front of his eyes, separate from the rest of his slicked-back locks. His large brown eyes were looking at you sincerely. They were inviting you in. Mickey’s lips twitched upward as if he were tempted to make a move. 

But he didn’t.

You wanted to reach toward his face and pull him closer. You wanted to feel his lips meld into yours, allow the moment to overtake you. You wanted to feel his unshaven face press against yours and tickle your cheeks. You wanted to feel his hand wrap around your own. You wanted to feel him, to touch him.

But you didn’t.

Two weeks later Randy and Mickey announced their documentary was done. The finished product was ready to be viewed. You were invited to come to see it.

During those two weeks, you spent time wondering how you could finally make a move. You were sick of this. You wanted this to end and to have a new beginning. You were sure that Mickey had feelings for you. It had to be true. You needed a leap of faith. 

On the other hand, Mickey spent the same amount of time wondering where he was going wrong. Why couldn’t he pluck up the courage to kiss you? Making the first move always worked well for him. Why couldn’t he do it now? More than anything, he hoped that perhaps this documentary will give you an idea of his feelings. It had to. 

So here you were, nervously fiddling with a blocky device in your jacket pocket, avoiding the eyes of Mickey, who sat on a stool in front of Sidney’s TV. She opted that they show their documentary in her and Halley’s room of their sorority house. Surprisingly, they were the only ones with a good enough TV.

Mickey couldn’t pull his eyes off of you. It became a nervous habit. He wanted to know what you were thinking almost 24/7, he was beyond pissed that he wasn’t a telepath.

“Alright alright alright...” Randy strolled up to the screen. “Is everyone here? Does everyone have their snacks and their drinks? You all need to enjoy this to the fullest extent so snacks are a must.”

Everyone glanced at one another, drink and popcorn in hand. You glanced back to see Sidney all over her boyfriend Derek on the couch. You gave a half-grin, wishing that could be you and Mickey. Halley sat on the opposite end of the couch, happily munching on popcorn. 

“Well... without further ado-” Mickey began.

“Wait isn’t this a documentary? This better not be boring as hell...” Halley lifted her hand and we all nodded in agreement.

“Trust me, guys, this is good stuff. Probably our best yet,” Randy reassured us. “I’m going to play it now...”

We fell silent as Randy placed a tape inside of the VHS. He then turned out the lights as the intro began. Randy’s voice came through the TV.

“Love...” Tidbits of students on campus flashed across the screen. “What is love? ...And no, I don’t mean The Haddaway song.”

A few chuckles sounded around the room. Mickey held his glance on you still. 

“Falling in love is one of the most complex things a human can do... The psychology is even more complex. Certain chemicals are released that explain those butterflies in your stomach or why you get sweaty palms around your crush. Well, many scientists believe that humans are wired to fall in love...” Randy’s voice faded along with the screen. 

The sound of talking college students came through and the camera was poised onto Derek in the cafeteria. 

“What do you love about Sid, Derek?” Mickey said through the TV. 

The camera was far too close to Derek’s face, who looked insanely annoyed. 

“Bug off-”

“Just answer the question.”

Derek thought for a moment, then smiled, “Her smile and eyes. I can’t choose one. They just... go hand in hand. They’re gentle, kind, sweet... Like her.”

A chorus of ooh’s and aw’s rang throughout the room and we threw popcorn kernels at Derek. Both he and Sidney were blushing profusely.

The next clip was of Halley walking on the sidewalk. You could hear Mickey again. 

“Ms. Halley, please explain to us what you are doing right now.”

“I am going on a date, which I do not need you two dorks coming with me-” Halley shoved the camera away and the camera didn’t see her again. 

There were a few more scenes like this, the guys asking random couples on campus what they love about one another. 

You were never asked anything while you were filmed, so you were confused, to say that the least. What was your role during this? 

At times, you would lock eyes with Mickey. He looked frazzled but stared at you all the same. 

Randy posed another question to each of the couples, “How long does it take for someone to fall in love?” The screen was black as you heard the answers,

“Weeks-”

“Months, maybe six?”

“Years,” Someone said. 

And you appeared on the TV. 

It was when Mickey first filmed you. There was more than one clip of you, too, each a few seconds long. The first five contained you shying away from the camera but after that, you could see yourself growing more comfortable around him. You were never looking at the lens but always at the cameraman. 

The screen went black once more and another question was asked, “What’s your ideal love story?”

“Something like a Nicholas Sparks book. Tragic... yet romantic.”

“If we hated each other at first, but then we learned to love. The buildup is fantastic.”

“Childhood friends turned to lovers. Something about that constant pining has me reeling...”

You snapped your eyes towards Mickey. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. You looked back at the screen to see yourself once more.

“Micks... come on and watch this movie-” You were sat on a couch with a bowl of popcorn. You shoved a handful into your mouth when suddenly you noticed the camera sitting in front of you, “You left your camera in here! ...Hey- are you filming me?” You lifted the device to your face and stuck out your tongue. 

You could hear Mickey chuckle in the background. 

Another clip played of Mickey and you sitting on the floor. It was a different day, you guys were laughing hysterically over something. You’ve never seen Mickey so happy.

More and more clips of questions and answers paired with you played. It was matched together perfectly. Realization dawned on you. Was this a confession from Mickey? 

Mickey’s sweet voice played once more. But this wasn’t for any of the couples. He was sat on the couch, asking you.

“Think about a cheesy but underrated romance, okay? What is your favorite romantic scene from that movie?” 

You were only a few inches away from him, head rested on your hand on the backboard of his bed. 

“I’ll go first, I think the kiss during Titanic is spectacular.”

“It’s good but it’s not underrated Micks.”

“Alright, then what’s your choice?”

“...Armageddon. The picnic scene. I’ve never been on a picnic so something like that just seems so... tranquil.”

“You’ve never been to a picnic?”

“Yep... is that weird?”

“Completely and utterly, (Y/n).”

You laughed loudly in the documentary. The next scene was of Mickey setting the camera up someplace. He looked nervous. When he stepped away from the camera, it was a perfect angle to film the picnic he set up for you. 

You knew the rest. The next couple of minutes showed your guys’ picnic together. Including the movie quote. 

The end of the film was nearing, and Mickey’s anxiety was through the roof. It was far from romantic but once his project stopped playing he was going to confess to you. He was going to confess in front of all of his friends, for you. Just a few minutes left and he was going to do it. 

And then you left. 

Mickey finished the quote from the movie and you left instantly. Mickey’s jaw dropped as he stared at his friends. They looked equally confused. 

“Go after them, dude!” Randy yelled. 

It took a while but eventually, Mickey found you. You were on the porch of the sorority house, leaning against the railing and staring at the sunset. There was a cool breeze and parts of your hair waved in the wind. You had your arms wrapped around your body, pulling your jacket close. Mickey could see the orange glow illuminating your face when he joined your side. 

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t look at him. His heart dropped. He messed up.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to-” 

You shushed him. He fell silent.

“Come here... close your eyes... Step up... No peeking”

“I’m not...”

You pulled on his arm and forced him to stand behind you. You guided him to stand on the lower bar of the railing with you, his body nearly wrapped around yours. He stumbled a bit but he followed your movement blindly. The lack of distance between you two had him trembling. 

“Just a sec...” You whispered and pulled a walkman out of your pocket. “I wanted to get this right...” You said and pressed play.

The instrumental of My Heart Will Go On began to play and Mickey barked out a laugh. 

“What in the world-”

“Put your hands on my waist, Micks,”  You grabbed his hands. “You can open your eyes now.”

Just like the movie, Mickey thought. 

“I realize we can just see more of the campus... not the ocean,” Your words were gentle. They came out like honey. “But I wanted you to see... how you make me feel like I can fly.”

Mickey stared at your adoringly. Your scent filled his nostrils and he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever. His hands ventured from your waist to lift them, like in the movie. Mickey leaned forward and whispered, “Come Josephine my flying machine going up she goes...” His hot breath tickled your ear and you could feel as he intertwined his hand with yours. “Going up...”

You turned to stare at him just as the music of your cassette player swelled. You hesitantly reached his face, and Mickey leaned in instinctively. Your hand comfortably rested on the back of his neck as his lips gently pressed against yours. 

They were hesitant, hot, gentle, almost hungry. His skin was a burning touch. Your hand melded against his skin, touching the curve of his jaw. Mickey’s fingers danced around your body, wanting to explore every crevice for the first time. Mickey had been unknowingly craving the touch of your skin and lips for so long, it felt like euphoria took control of his body.

He poured himself into you. You were willing to drown in his touch.

[lifeofkaze]

Fields of Gold

Neville Longbottom x Reader

A/N: Emoji ask game round 2 and you picked 🌾 @nevilles-top. Enjoy, my lovely wifey! Fluffier than I thought it would be, but you know… balance and stuff. 🤷‍♀️

Warning: NSFW, 18+ only, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (be responsible, lovelies!)

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE AND CONSENTING

Word Count: ~ 3.000 (oops)

Your head was spinning from exhaustion. You couldn’t remember how long you had been staring at the documents sprawled out on your desk, trying to force your tired mind to make sense of the words. The project you had been working on for the better part of the week had to be done by Monday and no matter how tempting the sunlight streaming into your workspace from the open windows was, it was no use; you needed to get this done.

Blocking out the sweet chirping of the birds outside in your garden, you were doing your best to concentrate on your work, but found your thoughts straying time and time again to the beautiful summer day outside. There was nothing more you wanted than lounging in the sun, a cool glass of wine in hand.

You were so caught up in your fantasies about white wine so cold it made the glass condensate, that you didn’t notice the door to your office opening. As a result, your heart almost stopped and you jumped in shock as the strong arms of your boyfriend snaked around you from behind.

“Still at work, dear?” Neville muttered into your ear, his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck.

Breathing deeply to calm your shaking hands, you turned around in your chair to give him a mock reprimanding look. “Are you mad scaring me like that?” you asked sternly, the smile on your face betraying your serious tone, however.

Neville just grinned wickedly and looked over your shoulder at the paperwork in front of you. “Doesn’t seem like you made a lot of progress since the last time I checked,” he mused.

“I’m in a bit of a rut,” you admitted.

Neville hummed in response and pulled you off your chair. “You need a break, love, and I know just the thing for you.” He leaned in to kiss you, but you stopped him by putting a hand on his firm chest underneath his white shirt.

“Tempting, but I really need to get this done,” you sighed wistfully.

The pout Neville put on display was enough to weaken any resolve you had and he knew it. “Trust me, you’re going to like what I have in store for you,” he beamed and suddenly you weren’t so sure you had guessed his intentions correctly.

He pulled you away from your desk and tossed you a light sundress he had held hidden behind his back. “Time to change into something comfortable, daisy. We’re going out.”

*

“Nev, where are we going?” you asked for what felt the hundredth time.

After you had changed, Neville had apparated you to the edge of the forest a few miles from where you lived and you had been wandering under the canopy of the trees for some time now. The path in front of you was speckled with the sun breaking through the leaves and the air smelled deliciously of warm earth and wood.

But the curiosity was eating you up from the inside, giving a slight bounce to your step that you couldn’t quite hide. The satisfied smirk of Neville, who was walking beside you calm as ever, drove you insane.

“Not much further, love, you’ll see,” he reassured you as he adjusted the giant wicker basket he was carrying in the crook of his arm.

Putting his words into action, he suddenly diverted from the trail you had been following, stepping into the thicket and vanishing from sight. With a sceptically raised eyebrow, you went after him, careful not to rip your dress on the protruding twigs and branches.

You already had a complaint on your lips when the scrub suddenly cleared and you found yourself at the edge of the forest. The sight before you took your breath away.

The ground before you fell in a gentle slope to form a shallow natural valley. At the bottom of it was a gigantic wheat field, the ripe, yellow ears swaying gently in the breeze. It seemed to go on endlessly, forming a sea of gold under the deep blue sky.

“Do you like the spot?” Neville asked apprehensively at your silence, but you were to busy taking in the beauty of the place. Flashing him a radiant smile, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along beside you to the edge of the field, your excited laughter ringing in the hazy air.

Poppies and cornflowers were blooming between the wheat plants; Neville bent down, picked a poppy flower and tucked the vibrant red petal behind your ear, planting a quick kiss on your lips in the process.

“Time for a snack,” he grinned at you, making your body tingle with excitement at the prospect.

But once, again, you had apparently misjudged him. Neville turned from you and set down his basket; with a flick of his wand, it opened and a red-and-white chequered picnic blanket, an assortment of fresh fruit and a silver bucket containing a huge, deep green bottle of champagne assembled themselves in front of you.

With another wave, the bucket filled itself with sparkling ice cubes and two crystal flutes appeared in Neville’s hands. He bowed teasingly to you, beckoning to sit down on the blanket; you complied all too willingly.

“I told you, you need a break,” he smiled as he pulled you in for another sweet kiss. “I found this place while I was herb gathering; I’ve been dying to show it to you for the whole of last week.”

He just knew you like no one else did; perhaps even better than yourself. As you enjoyed your picnic with your favourite guy, you felt all of the tension the stressful week had brought with it fall from your shoulders.

The fruit Neville had brought was deliciously sweet and although it wasn’t the wine you had fantasised about earlier, the cold champagne tasted even better, cooling your throat with the gentle tingling of its bubbles.

With the sun burning down on you and your head wonderfully light from the alcohol, you lay on your back and sighed contentedly. You felt a drowsiness wash over you and closed your eyes.

Before you could drift off, however, Neville gently nudged you. You opened one eye again and saw him waving your almost empty glass at you.

“Be a good girl and drink up first, will you?” he laughed.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows and quickly emptied the contents of the delicate flute inside your mouth. You had underestimated the amount of champagne still left however, and quite a few drops of it flowed from the corners of your mouth. They slowly trickled down your chin and finally fell onto the exposed skin of your chest.

You giggled at your clumsiness, but the laughter died in your throat as you became aware of Neville’s changed expression. His gaze had followed the way of the droplets, his usually bright green eyes suddenly dark with desire.

All your weariness instantly forgotten at his salacious gaze, you turned on your side, angling your legs in just the right way to accentuate your curves. Your eyes never leaving his, you brought a hand to your chest, slowly dragging the still lingering drops of champagne across your skin in a deliberate motion.

“Oh dear,” you cooed while innocently fluttering your dark eyelashes at him, “look at the mess I made. If only I had something to clean it up.”

Your teasing whine was enough for Neville. Within the blink of an eye he was on top of you, pushing you down on your back and sealing your lips with a searing kiss. His tongue brushed over your lips but to his surprise, you denied him the entrance he wanted.

He broke away from you for a second and it was all you could do not to moan at the lost contact of your lips. But you had something else in mind.

“Wrong place, lover boy,” you purred over the pounding of your heart. “Try again.”

Neville’s swollen lips curled into a wicked smile. You could feel the heat spread from your chest into the rest of your body as he assessed your face with a wild expression in his usually calm and loving eyes; it made you yearn for his touch even more.

“Very well,” he whispered with a gravelly voice that sent a set of shivers down your spine, “you asked for this.”

You fully expected him to kiss you again, maybe trail down over your neck to find the hot skin between your breasts, but Neville did nothing of the sort. Instead, he ran his thump of the wet trail glistening on your chest with a slight pressure, prompting you to arch your back in his direction.

Ignoring your begging, he licked the champagne of his finger, all the while looking directly on your eyes. He looked so forbiddingly sinful, it made you want to scream.

He grabbed your wrists and pulled you up to get you out of the flimsy dress that was clinging to your skin by now. After he had rid himself of his shirt as well, he pushed you back to the ground, not too gently, but still making sure you didn’t hurt yourself.

He bent over to whisper in your ear, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive spot behind your earlobe. “You think you can tease me, doll? I’ll show you who does the teasing around here.”

Your mouth went dry at his promise and you bit your lip in anticipation of what was to come.

“Close your eyes,” Neville instructed you. You did as you were told, every nerve in your body alert to the maximum. You gave a little jump as you suddenly felt his lips on your bare stomach, just above your bellybutton.

The touch was gone as quickly as it had appeared; you moaned in frustration but still kept your eyes closed, only to be rewarded with another surprising kiss at the base of your breasts. Another moan escaped your lips as Neville’s tongue traced the outlines of your chest, giving each of your erect nipples a teasing flick before disappearing from your body yet again.

You were burning with the need for his touch by now, but Neville took his time. When you didn’t feel his lips anywhere for longer that what you had expected, you started to fidget around, only to be met with a deep chuckle right beside your face.

“Is my girl growing impatient, huh?”

“Please, Nev, touch me,” you mewled, pressing your thighs together to create the friction you so desperately craved.

He gently pulled your legs apart again, however. “Just wait, darling.”

You groaned in frustration as his hands left your body altogether now. Your eyes were still closed, so you couldn’t hear what Neville was doing, but you heard a metallic clank and a rustle of some sort.

Before your mind could place the sounds, Neville came back to you. You could literally see the dirty grin on his face in front of your inner eye, as he kissed your jawline. His breath trailed down over your neck to your collarbone, where he placed another kiss; he continued that way downwards, his breath ghosting over your skin, only the occasional kiss on the places he knew you were especially sensitive at.

You sighed in relief as you felt his teeth pulling on the fabric of your positively soaked panties, eagerly lifting your hips up to let him pull them off you.

He placed lingering kiss on the inside of your thigh and you wiggled in anticipation of his skilled tongue where you needed it most. But instead, an audible gasp escaped you, as something smooth and almost painfully cold glided over the same spot Neville had just kissed.

Now you knew what the sounds from earlier had been; Neville had equipped himself with some of the ice cubes from the champagne bucket.

“You like that, doll?” he muttered against your thigh, the stubble on his cheeks deliciously scratching the sensitive skin.

The only thing you could manage was a feeble nod and another whimper that quickly turned into a breathy moan as you finally felt the tip of Neville’s tongue on your aching clit.

Good God, this man knew what he was doing; you buried one hand in his hair while the other went to your own head in the desperate need to hold onto something as Neville kitten licked your dripping folds up and down.

The coiled tension in your stomach quickly built up as he continued to lap at you, while he ran another ice cube down the insides of your thighs with the other. The mixture of the heat under your skin and the icy droplets running down your sensitive flesh were enough to drive you insane.

When the ice had melted away, your head started spinning as Neville shifted his head slightly and plunged two of his fingers into you, pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm that made your hips buck against him. You put one of your feet onto his shoulders to give him better access and had to stifle a cry as he hooked his fingers upward to massage your sweet spot.

It didn’t take long for the knot inside you to burst into a wave of pleasure that took your breath away. Your legs were shaking against Neville’s touch as you relished the high he gave you. You covered your eyes with your hand as stars erupted behind your closed eyelids, painted red from the sun burning down on you.

As you slowly opened them again, you were met with a self-satisfied grin on Neville’s face. His chin was glistening and he casually wiped the traces of you off it with the back of hand; his gaze on you was positively scorching.

“You don’t think we’re done here, do you, flower?” he growled, as he quickly rid himself of the little clothing he had left on his body. “You look way too delicious, being totally wrecked like that by me.”

The combination of his authoritative voice and the hard cock in his hand was enough to replace any drowsiness you felt from your orgasm with the urgent desire to have him filling you up right here and now.

Still sensitive from your last high, you shuddered at the sweet pain as Neville leaned over you, teasingly circling your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Are you ready for me, doll? Want to make me feel good?”

You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer for an answer; you were too breathless for any coherent words anyway.

A groan escaped Neville’s lips and his eyes fluttered close for a moment as he entered you and waited for you to adjust to him.

He started slowly rocking into you, his broad back blocking out the blinding rays of the sun. You quickly found a rhythm that suited you both; it wasn’t as fast and relentless as usual, rather slow and deliberate, but every thrust of Neville’s hips was strong and deep, shaking you to the core.

Your senses were reduced to your laboured breaths, only mixed with moans of pleasure and the feeling of his heated skin under your fingers as you dug your nails into his bare shoulders for support. The world around you started spinning as you felt your next high approach, a whirl of colours of golden wheat and blue sky.

It wouldn’t take you much longer to cum a second time and you clung your legs tighter around Neville, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Without another warning, the coil inside you snapped, flooding you with sweet agony as you trembled in his arms. You weren’t able to form any thoughts anymore, the only thing falling from your lips was Neville’s name over and over again.

The desperate sounds you made and the sensation of your muscles tightening around his cock proved to be too much for Neville as well. With a deep growl, he gripped your arm so hard it almost hurt as his own orgasm shook him; you felt his hips buck against yours as he rode out his high to the maximum.

When your eyes met again, the fire that darkened them before had died down and was replaced by a look of pure adoration and love.

Neither of you spoke for a moment; the way Neville’s lips lingered on yours as he bent down to kiss you lovingly spoke for itself.

He got off you after yet another gentle kiss, falling on his back with an exhausted but content sigh. You snuggled up to him, relishing in the feeling of ultimate closeness you shared.

The two of you lay there for a long time, watching the clouds float in the sky above you until it started turning red, the light of the setting sun igniting the sky into an explosion of orange, pink and red above the golden fields surrounding you.

You were on the verge of falling asleep in Neville’s arm when a sudden thought hit you; you jerked upright. “I got it!” you exclaimed in excitement while Neville raised a wondering eyebrow at you, “I finally know how to finish my project!”

The low chuckle he gave you as he pulled you down to him again filled you with the same explosion of butterflies that had never quite left you ever since you had met him.

“That’s good to hear,” he murmured against your hair. “I knew you just needed a proper break.”

[bleachhaven]

Could you make a scenario for Shunsui where he and his s/o are having a date, maybe under the trees, and it ends in some smut, please?

Under the tree with Kyoraku Shunsui (smut & fluff)

When you came home in the evening after a day of hard work at your own Squad, Shunsui was nowhere to be found. This wasn’t exactly unusualsince he became the Sotaichou. Unlike before, Nanao didn’t even have to force him to work. He took his responsibility quite seriously. Well, as seriously as Shunsui could.

It was fair to say, it had been quite some time since you two managed to spend some quality time together without being interrupted with some kind of crisis. You knew it would eventually settle down, so you didn’t bother him about any of it. He already had so much on his plate. You were just glad he got home at some point in the night at least on most nights to cuddle you in his sleep.

Which is why, what was on the bed took you completely by surprise.

Your pink yukata that Shunsui loved to see on you was laid out with a simple note. “Meet me under the tree at sundown.”

He didn’t have to specify which tree. You knew exactly which one. Back in the day, when he used to hide from Nanao, he’d find you reading under the big willow and settle down for a midafternoon nap, resting his head on your lap. Often, Nanao would find him quite easily. After all, he was a creature of habit when it came to you. Looking into your pleading eyes, Nanao would leave you two alone for a few more moments.

So with a smile on your face, you took a nice warm shower, lathering shampoo that smelled of vanilla which Shun always said made him want to eat you right up. The whole thing had you giddy with anticipation. It almost felt like you were getting ready for your very first date, even though you’d been together for what would seem like a lifetime now.

When you reached the tree, he was staring out to the horizon at the sky taking on beautiful hues of oranges and pinks. He sensed your reiatsu easily and turned to look at you. “_____-chan,” he said offering a smile.

He made quite the picture. Tall and handsome, with his pink haori billowing against the wind. You were so taken by him that it took you a minute to notice the lavish picnic laid out underneath the tree.

“What’s all this?” you asked, a smile taking over your whole face. It made his day to see you smile like that.

“Now, now, petal. Can’t a man watch a pretty sunset with his prettier ______-chan?” he asked sidling up to you and giving you a quick kiss upon the lips.

You shook your head at his words but you still couldn’t stop smiling. “A man can,” you admitted. “But can the Sotaichou afford to play hooky like this?”

He grinned, making him look like a carefree boy rather than a captain over a millennia old. “After all I must stay true to myself,” he teased. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice to be with you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh because now you knew exactly what happened. “So you sacrificed Nanao-chan to all the paperwork?”

“Believe it or not, she actually insisted.” He took your hand in his and led you to sit down. He took up most of the space in the blanket. After all, he was quite a big man. But it also meant you had something sturdy to lean on always. And that’s exactly what you did. “I’ve been so busy with everything that’s been happening that I fear I’ve been neglecting you.”

“You know I understand, Shun,” you reassured him, teasingly feeding him a grape. “I know I am always on your mind even if you’re drowning in responsibilities.” Rather than take the whole grape in his mouth, he bit into it, getting the juices everywhere. His tongue swept out to lick your fingers clean.

“You have no idea just how much I think of you,” he said, the mischievous glint in his eyes letting you know exactly what kind of thoughts distracted him.

Both of you settled in to enjoy the little feast that was laid out, feeding each other a variety of cheeses and fruits, and indulging in a healthy dose of sake that had you feeling quite relaxed. The sun set over the horizon, basking you both in golden hue.

“I think you forgot the chocolate for desert,” you informed him when your thorough search revealed so.

He took the sake out of your hand and placed it carefully away on the other side of the blanket. “Well, petal,” he said leaning over you in such a way that he had you flat on your back far too easily. “I had a whole different kind of dessert in mind.”

“Shunsui!” you gasped. “Anyone can see us and walk in!”

“I wouldn’t be too worried about that,” he insisted.

He was probably right. Who in their right minds would interrupt the Sotaichou for anything? The new job definitely had its unique perks. Then his lips descended on you making sure you had no mind to worry about anything at all.

This was no peck in greeting, or a quick kiss goodbye. When Shunsui got serious, he kissed you like he truly meant it. Like you truly were his favorite dessert and he meant to devour you. And tonight, he seemed ravenous.

His lips nibbled at you. His tongue explored your mouth in a mimic of things he wanted to do to you. His hands smoothed over your yukata to hold you by the hips, angling you to be in just the position he wanted you to be.

You weren’t one to stay still yourself. Your hands moved to his chest, the roughness of the smattering of hair tickling your hands on their way to wind around his neck. Your fingers held on to the hair at his nape and pulled a bit, making him moan into your mouth.

You’d think it would be a quickie at least the first time around. It’s been quite a while since you had time to do this. It was already driving you crazy, making you raise your hips to get any sort of friction you could.

But Shunsui was agonizingly slow. He always was. He didn’t like to rush in anything, and that definitely applied to his lovemaking. He loved taking his time with you, exploring your body and enticing all your senses as if it was still the first time.

“You smell good enough to eat,” he murmured as he always does, putting a lazy smile on your face. Then he moved his lips to your neck and proceeded to do just that.

Quicker than you could comprehend, he had your yukata open and out of the way, baring you to him. Nibbles and open mouthed kisses had your nipples pebbling in attention, which he appreciated with a hum. Then he drifted downward.

“Shunsuiiiiiii,” you moaned.

He looked up, his eyes peering up at you from his position in between your legs. “I meant what I said, Petal. Good enough to eat.” And he proceeded to show you exactly what he meant.

The man was definitely skilled at using his mouth to make you forget your own goddamn name. He had you coming on his tongue in no time at all.

While you tried to catch your breath, he licked his lips, and grinned at you. “Delicious.”

And you couldn’t take it anymore. With a small growl, you reached up and pushed down his haori. “I need you, Shun. Now!” you said, the last word ending almost in a whine, leaving no doubt as to exactly what you wanted.

Shunsui wasted no time in complying at all. He entered you so slowly, making you feel every single inch of him. It had you both moaning. With age old practice, your bodies knew just what pace to take. He thrust in and out, driving you both insane with need, chasing for completion.

You reached up to him, needing to feel closer to him. With one of his hands gently cupping your face, and the other bracing himself near your head to make sure the full weight of his body didn’t crush you, he kept moving in you. The position had him deeper than ever, and every thrust in and out had him deliciously rubbing his chest all over yours, heightening the sensations to an unimaginable level.

It was erotic and romantic at the same time.

He picked up the pace, knowing just how close you were from the way you moaned.

When you both came apart, reaching the peak, it felt like you were so close you might as well have been a part of each other.

He slowly moved over to lie beside you, and pulled his pink haori over you both to protect you from the chill of the night.

“I really missed you, petal,” he said softly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. As if your entire hair hadn’t come undone thanks to him having his way with you. Then he planted a kiss upon your forehead, and your nose, and finally upon your lips.

“You’re such an old sap, Sotaicho,” you teased him.

His arms wrapped around you, bringing you closer to him and his heat enveloped you. “I am your old sap,” he murmured gently as you both drifted off, sated and happy.

- - -

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Chapter 23

- You thought you and your best friend were having an outing, but then you bump into your soulmate who broke your heart. Can he atone for what he did? 

Pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

a/n: ummmm I can’t apologize enough for what took so long. I am truly sorry that it took me this long to get myself together and finally finish it. Although I’m sad that enemy is finally over, I’m really excited to start working on my next smau! I hope you all are doing okay, and stay safe!

You wandered around the park, admiring the pretty sunset. Summer was great in the sense that the sunset was so late. It was 8:30 in the evening and the sky was filled with beautiful warm colors. You were walking towards the tree that Todoroki told you he’d meet you at. An odd location to meet if you were honest. A random tree of all places. You spotted the unique features Todoroki described in the text and walked to it. You also didn’t know why he wanted to meet in a park of all places. His explanation was that he was doing something in the city, but couldn’t you just meet in the shop? You decided to stop questioning your friend’s weird logic. You saw someone underneath sitting on a picnic blanket but thought you’d just stand near the tree and not bother them. Until you saw who it was.

Bakugou looked at her and a shocked expression came on his face. You stood there speechless.

“Y/n…” he nearly whispered, looking her over with a soft look in his eyes. He stood up and made his way to her. “Don't,” you said sternly. “What are you doing here?!” the expression on your face changed from confused to furious in seconds. He looked at you, eyes filled with regret and sadness. “I said, what the hell are you doing here?!” you clutched your purse and furrowed your brows. The hurt in your voice was painfully obvious and it stung Bakugou.  “I need to talk to it, but I wanted to do it in person,” Bakugou said, attempting to keep his composure. At that moment you were a ticking time bomb. All the emotions you have been suppressing and hiding now coming to the surface. And as you stared at him, tears began to spill out of your eyes. “Who do you think you are?!” you yelled at him, anger pulsating through your whole body. Bakugou’s eyes widened at your outburst. He watched you with caution and guilt. “Y-you can’t just do that!” you sobbed. Your knees were wobbling, you felt as if you were going to collapse any minute. “Do you know how angry I am at you?! You lead me on and gave me hope that someone truly loves me for once! Then you just rip it all away, and now you want to talk!” you continued. Bakugou heard the hurt in your voice and his guilt grew. It was hurting him too, to see you like that, knowing he caused it. “I know, and I understand if you hate me and never want to see me again,” he said sadly. His voice was unusually quiet. Almost no one ever heard Bakugou speak like that.  “But can you please hear me out…” he said so quietly. You looked at him, eyes filled with tears. In front of you wasn’t the Bakugou that yelled at everyone. The Bakugou that hid his emotions from everyone and everything. In front of you was a vulnerable boy, with all the hurt and sadness spilling out of his body. He was letting you see him in his worst state. He was letting you see him with his walls down. You continued to stare for a couple seconds. “I don’t hate you, dummy,” you said, dropping to sit on the grass. You were also in her most vulnerable state. All the anger and sadness also spills out your body like a waterfall. “Well you probably should,” he said, dropping down next to you.   “Yeah, I know,” you said, giving a weak smile. “But I could never hate you..” you finished with a sigh at the end. You both sat in silence for a couple of minutes, watching the sunset. Those beautiful colors that filled the sky reminded you of the boy sitting next to you. “I already said this, but I am so angry at you” you continued. “But I could never hate my soulmate” you muttered as you met Bakugou’s gaze. His eyes filled with surprise for a moment which instantly turned to soft happiness. “I don’t know how I can ever make it up to you. But can I please explain myself, surprisingly I'm not an asshole who did that just cause he was bored” he said as he looked at her with the tiniest bit of hope in his eyes. You snorted quietly reacting to his words. “I’m always willing to listen to you,” you said laying back into the grass, watching as the sky turned dark as the sun went away. “When I was dumb and naive, I met a girl” he started, laying back down to level with you. You turned your head to look at him. He had a sad smile on his face. “At the time, I thought that girl was my soulmate, but in reality, she was my enemy,” he said. You watched as different emotions played on his face. “She seemed like a dream. Beautiful and funny” as he said those words, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. “But then, she cheated on me. Multiple times. And would manipulate and gaslight me.” your eyes widened with surprise when he said that. “She seems like she's a great person,” you said sarcastically. “Yeah, and at the time I thought she was,” he said with sadness in his voice. “But we eventually broke up. And somehow she was an even bigger headache when we weren’t together” he said, continuing to stare at the sky. You leaned in continuing to listen. “She spread lies and rumors the moment we broke up,” he said with a sad look in his eye. “And when I met you, I didn’t….I didn’t want to believe such an angel really came to me” he said. You couldn’t help but have a blush spread across your face. His face was also turning red with embarrassment. Bakugou was never this honest with his feelings. Especially, in front of another person.  “I’m sorry that I hurt you. Believe me, I never meant to” he said giving you the most sincere look. You stared into each other's eyes for a while. His face for once was filled with vulnerability. His sadness and guilt shined through his eyes. “I forgive you, Katsuki,” you said, sitting up and he did the same. His expression was filled with hope. “You really do?” he said in almost a whisper. You saw the guilt and sadness in his eyes slowly melted away and instead became filled with happiness and love. “Yes, you dumb ass,” you gave a weak laugh when you said that.  “Who are you calling dumb ass” he snarled, his ego slowly returning to him. As you guys both looked at each other, eyes filled with pure love, you felt his hands on yours. Your heart fluttered as he leaned his face closer to yours. His eyes fluttered shut and so did yours as your lips connected. His lips were the softest things you ever felt. You put your hand in his hair and pulled it a little which made him kiss you even harder. All the emotions he’s been hiding and suppressing, were all being poured into this kiss. You and him broke apart for air. You looked over his face. You found all his features beautiful, you just loved him so much. “Y/n, I love you” Bakugou muttered out. At that moment, it’s like time stood still. Everything seemed so calm, so happy, and so...good. You were, you were truly happy at that moment. “I love you too, Katsuki,” you said as you leaned into his chest and closed your eyes. His face lit up in a cherry red when the embarrassment reached his brain. “Awww are you embarrassed?” you teased him, which made his face turn even redder. “S-shut up” he muttered covering his face with the back of his hand. You and him stayed like that and watched the stars. You saw people describe online how beautiful and happy they felt when they were finally with their soulmate. When you read those articles you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, yet hopeful. Because maybe in the future, you would finally meet your soulmate. The person that is supposed to be by your side through thick and thin. The person that is meant to love you forever. And at this moment, you knew that you finally felt what you imagined all those years. You closed your eyes and inhaled his sweet scent. You finally found the place that you belong. With Bakugou by your side.

A/n: And now we just have the epilogue left! Let me know what you guys think! Thank you so much for reading and all the support! 

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    Megumi Fushiguro was a simple man.      Nothing interested him much besides his work, and his dogs. But who could blame him? He was good at the things he enjoyed, and that was one of life’s most straightforward principles.       That was, until he met you.       He found himself doing things that old Megumi would simply scoff at for you, going on random dates on a whim, actually going out to do stuff aside from hanging out with the two friends he had, doing sappy stuff just for you- you really did magic on him, and even he didn’t know what you particularly did for him to fall so hard.       But nonetheless, he did.       That’s how you found yourself in a quiet place that Megumi had brought you to, some place that you’ve never heard of before. Distant chirping of the birds was music to your ears as you sat on the picnic blanket, legs splayed out, and enjoying the refreshing weather. This was your first Valentines day together, and Megumi was determined to make it otherworldly.       Droplets of dew still remained on the blades of grass, the sky was clear and a soft shade of blue. Trees rustled around you two, and an expansive tranquil pond was just in front of you, a few lily pads laid about, and if you squinted your eyes enough you could see a few frogs croaking.      “This place is cool, Megumi!” you beam as soon as he sits down with you with a grunt, a picnic basket in his hand. His two dogs, Kuro and Shiro trailed after him, sniffing at the air and drinking in the new scent before eventually running off not too far to presumably play.     You turn to sneak a glance at him, and he’s already looking at you back unsurprisingly. His legs also splayed out, he gives you a quick peck on the cheek before staring off into the pond as well.       “I used to go here often as a child, no one really knew about it other then my sister and I. Nice and calm, isn’t it, (Y/N)?” he says, digging through the picnic and pulling out two simple onigiris. He hands one to you, before licking his lips and staring down at his tuna one.       “Yeah.” you breathe in the air, and you could’ve sworn it felt fresher here. “This is perfect.” closing your eyes, you enjoyed the cool shade underneath the tree that you and Megumi had picked out prior to this date, sighing happily.        He scoffs a little, opening his pre-packaged onigiri, the crinkling of the wrapper enough to make your stomach rumble. You hadn’t eaten since yesterday, eventually opening your eyes and doing the same.       “I thought you wouldn’t like it...” you feel his eyes shoot lazers into your neck, and you look back at him, just to reassure that you were listening. “I don’t know, I guess it’s because living in Tokyo you’d expect me to take you out for something expensive, but I just assumed you’d like this better for some reason and I regretted it as soon as we started packing.”        You noted how he spoke with a tinge of nervousness, and you smile at him, just as a way to coax him to continue on.       Megumi looked down on his lap, taking a large bite out of the onigiri and sticking his finger into the tuna paste, he whistles loudly, and you hear distant thumping against the soil grow louder.      Shiro and Kuro were rapidly advancing towards the pair of you, and your heart softens. This was something you loved about Megumi, he didn’t think about himself a lot of the time.    Even if he didn’t realize it, he expressed more compassion then most people you’ve met. As the dogs lapped away at his fingers, he laughed like a child, talking about how it tickled under his breath. Rolling up his sleeves after they were done, he swirled his hands in the ponds a few times before flicking them, the water droplets seeping into your clothing.       You giggle and he turns back up to look at you, expression softening as he realizes that some of the water had gotten onto your skin. “Here, love, we have a few extra napkins-”      “What? No, that’s not necessary, dumbass.” you laugh. “It’s just a few droplets of water, I’ll be fine.”       “I got it all over you, dumbass.” he retorts back, chuckling dryly.      “As I said babe, I don’t mind~” taking a bite out of your onigiri as you say this, you just now realize how lucky you are. Spending time with the love of your life, Megumi Fushiguro, eating yummy food and watching the world pass by. It was something truly to remember. The banter and the nicknames was one of your favorite things about dating him.      Sighing in defeat, Megumi shakes his head, grumbling under his breath before getting up.       “Hey grumpypants, where are you going?” pulling at his leg, you look up at his looming figure, patiently waiting for an answer. Your half-eaten onigiri forgotten.        “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” leaning a little, he kisses your forehead. “I just wanna do something..”       “Nooo! Don’t leave me!” you dramatically bend back, the back of your hand limply placed onto your forehead.       He looks at you with a confused expression.       “Sarcasm.” is all that leaves your lips, and you try not to laugh at his expression that follows afterwards, almost like it was saying, “Ohhh! God I’m stupid.”      “You should probably put your onigiri back into the basket though, Shiro and Kuro are gonna wreck the poor thing apart.”     Megumi’s face lit up in realization, bending down even further and placing it back into the basket before giving you an awkward thumbs up and an even awkward-er grin.       “Thanks. See, this is why you’re the best significant other ever.” he trails off, before straightening and looking down at you, silent. Opening his mouth to speak, you brace for something unexpected. Otherwise, why would he be so dramatic about what he was about to say?       “I love you, by the way.”      Or it was that.       See, you two were in a fairly new relationship. “I love you’s” weren’t very prominent, but when it happened you swore you were the happiest person alive.      “I love you too.”       A flicker of relief shows in his dark eyes before disappearing, and he walks off into a pathway down the deep forest. He probably knew the area well, and so you place the back of your head on the tree trunk, content with life.  ‧₊˚✩彡.      “Hey, anyone home?” you hear a distant voice, and you open your eyes slightly, your eyesight adjusting to whoever could be there. The sky was growing dark, you realize, and you hear the slight buzzing of cicadas.       “Megumi?-” waving your limp arm around to touch his body, he places a reassuring hand onto yours, and your heart rate goes down by one million.      “Hey. You were knocked out cold, babe.” it wasn’t often he used babe, but you still loved that nickname.       “Oops.” giving him a lazy grin, you look down at whatever he’s holding, and a small but vibrant bundle of native flowers look back at you. Vibrant purples, reds, pinks, and yellows, large and small. All of them equally as beautiful, you gape at them.        “...Did I mention that I also liked flower gathering as a child...?” Megumi breathes out nervously, as if you’d do something to him if you didn’t like the arrangement, but you were truly speechless.       The guy seriously went out and gathered beautiful flowers for you- LITERALLY handpicked- and he expected you to be disappointed?      Just how bad was his self confidence?      “I don’t like them.” his face falters and your heart almost explodes, all you wanted to do was hug the poor baby. “I love them!”       Megumi looks almost surprised, as if he wasn’t expecting that, before a small curve to his lips formed.       “Thank you.” is all he could muster.        Standing up, you wrap your arms around his neck loosely, and he drops the flowers onto the picnic blanket (thankfully!). He too wraps his arms around your figure, and he so desperately tries to hide the blush forming quickly on his cheeks, but he fails to do so. 

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟏𝟑)

note: hey y’all i know it’s been literally FOREVER since i’ve released a new part. i miss y’all and i’m ready to get right the fuck into this. chapter 13!!!

warnings: smut heavy, mentioning of age difference 

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

     You woke up to the feeling of Steve’s body heat against yours, the flimsy fabric of his sheer white t-shirt bristling against your bare skin. He was laying next to you, a book open in his lap and a pencil in his hand. You weren’t quite paying attention, still settling into the day as the blur in front of your eyes slowly disappeared. Memories of last night flooded your mind fondly— Steve’s soft touch against your thighs as he carried you in from the car into the bed, the thought of someone caring so much to even do that for you, the plush feeling of his pink lips against yours. 

     You felt your heart swelling just to think of it, so pleased by the events of yesterday and last night especially. You felt like everything was just right at the moment. Before, some part of your brain was afraid that since things were going so well, something would inevitably go wrong later on, but you were past that fear stage. Now, you were just settling into enjoying the good moments and expecting nothing but good to come next.

     Since yesterday, especially after the grand afternoon you’d had, and the way Steve treated you carrying you into his apartment, there had been a shift. It was almost imperceptible aside from the way your heart seemed to surge even higher when you were around each other. Yesterday had been such a relief once you both met Bucky and cleared that up. Any unnecessary fear or anxieties that would’ve stemmed from that dilemma were removed. 

     And now you felt so drawn to Steve, so inclined to trust him impossibly further— again your mind ran back to thoughts about his touch on your thighs as he carried you inside, his soft but strong hands against your smooth skin. And you thought about how you wanted his touch all the time. You’d been physically close multiple times, but only once in the intimate sense, and you were yearning for more of his touch. Though you both wanted to go slow, you found each other irresistible in every sense of the word. And you only had two weeks together—why not get closer? 

    Steve noticed you shifting, and looked over at you, the side of his lip quirked up into a grin. You stretched out like a cat below him, batting your lashes inadvertently. 

     “Morning, sleeping beauty,” Steve teased, and you chuckled. 

You were still getting comfortable with each other, but it was easier with each and every day. The more time you spent together, the more you felt used to each other, like waking up next to the other was the norm. The thrill wasn’t gone, but the atmosphere was comfortable at the very least. 

     “Morning,” you said back. 

You snuggled into his shoulder, hesitating a bit in case he wanted personal space, although you were craving an even closer proximity to him. But he squeezed you in closer to him, sensing your hesitation and reassuring you that there was no reason for pause. You noted how much you loved to be near him. The last few days had felt so unreal, almost childish in nature, like a silly little schoolgirl crush that wasn’t anything more, though you both knew you had strong feelings for each other. Yet now, you were sinking into the realization that being near him felt like being near a source of warmth and light that you were so grateful for— you needed it. And he needed the warmth you gave him too. 

Your eyes widened as you realized Steve was drawing in his sketchbook.

     “You’re drawing?” you grinned excitedly, and he laughed sheepishly and shook his head. 

     “Yeah. Haven’t done it in a while, it’s just random sketching… it’s a mess, honestly,” he brushed it off, but you frowned.

     “I like it. I like your random sketches. You should do it more often,” you tilted your head up and kissed his cheek, another leap of courage that made Steve’s cheeks heat up, along with your words of encouragement. 

     “Maybe… I got time. But,” he grunted, closing his sketchbook and turning to face you. “I wanna spend time with you. Go head, get dressed. I wanna take you out today.”

     How ready Steve was to take you out made you perk up. His tone, his demeanor, just the prospect of going out with him on this lovely day full of sunshine amped you up. The fact that Steve had plans for you was so refreshing. He really did want to show you just how much he cared, and he was putting in the effort, day after day. He was doing everything to make sure you knew how much he wanted to be with you and be around you. Even though it seemed as though the bar was low, that wasn’t something you were used to. Just thinking that he made time to plan things out between you and him made you feel all warm inside. 

So you got ready with ease, taking a shower and getting dressed, putting on just a bit of makeup. Steve complimented your dress when you came out from the bathroom, looking you up and down with the purest, kindest admiration in his eyes. 

     “You like it?” you echoed, flouncing around, unable to fight off the urge to grin. You didn’t struggle with confidence in the physical sense, but Steve made you feel so sure of yourself, like even in these strange circumstances you two were under, he still wanted to show you off and make you feel good about yourself internally. 

     “You… look gorgeous all the time,” he shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it, pulling you close under his arm. 

     “You’re sweet,” you grinned, and laid your head in the crook of his armpit, letting him lead you out of the apartment, letting him lead you to bliss. 

When you got in the car, you saw that in the backseat there was a picnic basket and a blanket. You gasped, clasping your hand over your mouth and gaping wide eyed at Steve. 

     “Are we going on a picnic?” you cooed, grinning wide. 

He smiled back,

     “You figured it out. Listen, it’s nice out, and I know a great woodsy area where we can be alone and in peace.”

You raised a brow,

     “And here I was thinking New York was a concrete jungle.”

      “Gotta go up north for the good stuff,” Steve shrugged. “It’s nice and secluded, so we won’t have to worry about laying low. Just wanted to take my girl out officially.”

You leaned your elbow against the window, facing Steve as you pressed your palm to your cheek with a smug smile,

     “Your girl, huh?”

Part of you was teasing him, the other part of you just wanted to hear him say it again. Neither of you had had the conversation about labels yet, but it had only been a few days. It was safe to say you weren’t quite worried about labels. You just liked each other’s company. Steve was a man of formality and tradition though, so there would be a point where he probably made things official between the two of you. But for now, he was taking it slow out of respect for you. 

Steve glanced over at you, dimples forming at his cheek as he smiled back, 

     “My girl.”

     “I like the sound of that,” you cooed, your eyes glimmering with admiration for him. 

     “Me too. Glad you like it,” Steve replied, his chest warming up with satisfaction. 

      He was testing out how calling you his girl sounded, and he loved the thought of it. Even though you were his girl, you were still entirely your own woman. That’s what he loved about you. 

Steve’s hand shifted over to your lap, a gentle grip on your thigh, tapping his foot absentmindedly. He thought nothing of it, but it made your head swarm. Even days after meeting him in person his touch was electrifying and every thought of being close to him thrilled you. You’d been intimate only once with him and not again since then, but every kiss since then seemed to last longer and each one was somehow better than the last time. But even though Steve’s hand on your thigh made you feel warm all over (all over), you just grinned to yourself and faced the boundless road ahead. 

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     “Oh, this place is so beautiful,” you said for probably the third time since you’d arrived. 

      The woods where Steve had brought you reminded you of California. It was bright and full of summer colors, yellow flowers springing up from the earth and surrounding the verdant grass that crushed underneath the soles of your Converse. The sunlight peeked through the forest canopy through gaps in the leafy honey locust trees and tall redwoods. Everything was lush and green and the air in the woods felt and smelled fresh and much better than the city. Steve knew you all too well, because this was the kind of place you’d go on a weekend with friends back home. You were definitely down for an adventure in the woods.

Steve set the things down on a nice clear patch of grass— he had refused to let you carry anything no matter how much you insisted— and started to set up. 

     “I was hoping you’d like it,” he grunted, spreading out the blanket and gesturing for you to sit down as he started to unpack the picnic basket. “I was planning this for the other day when it rained and we stayed in and…”

     Steve trailed off, his cheeks threatening to go red as he remembered what you did instead of a picnic that day. He couldn’t deny that he thought about it often— that he thought about touching you over and over again because there was nothing better than that feeling you gave each other. But nothing much had happened since then, mainly due to lack of time— you just recently had to deal with Bucky finding out, but now that that was over, you’d have more than enough time. You both felt like the fact that that situation was over called for celebration, and you knew just how you’d celebrate. 

     Luckily, you had been distracted by a flower poking out by the tree Steve set up the blanket next to, and you wouldn’t poke fun at him or make him any more hot and bothered than he already was just from thinking of that night. 

     “For you,” you stood in front of him, tucking the flower right at his ear. “Aw, Steve. You look so soft.”

     As soft as someone like Steve could look. It was funny— you watched him consistently and he constantly switched between looking like this scary macho man to becoming the softest Golden Retriever puppy when he looked at you. Your chest swelled with pride at this hunk of a man you’d managed to get. Nothing screamed Alpha dog more than Steve Rogers and while manliness wasn’t your top priority, you liked knowing that you were with a man when you were with Steve. So many people would die to get to know him on a personal level, but it was just your luck that you were actually able to. 

Steve grinned, fiddling with the stem of the flower behind his ears for a moment before settling down and opening up the picnic basket. He pulled out all the food, along with a bottle of sparkling rose and two wine glasses for the both of you. You sunk down to the blanket, sitting on your knees and marveling at the miniature feast before you. Steve was constantly putting in the effort and making it look so effortless, and you couldn’t help but watch everything he was doing with a smile glued to your lips. 

     “Not too early for a drink, is it?” Steve asked, tilting his head up to the sky, glistening with sun. 

     “Never too early,” you grinned mischievously, biting down on your lip as you watched Steve pour two glasses of rose. 

He handed you yours and then raised his own, and you reached forward to clink the glass in a toast.

     “To us,” Steve said, and you nodded in agreement.

      “To us.”

     You took a sip of your drink and sighed in satisfaction, smacking your lips. Looking at Steve in front of you felt like such a sight to see. Your heart swelled as you took in your surroundings—the beautiful woods around you and the picnic Steve had somehow put together without your knowledge. And Steve was looking at you just the same way. You were so unaware of your beauty, nonchalantly leaning back, your skin glistening in the sunlight. 

     You humphed, wanting to be closer, and practically crawled over to him. Steve’s eyes lowered as he watched you approach him, then settle into his lap with your legs on either side of his thick legs. The faintest grin appeared on his lips as you slung your arms around his neck lazily, holding the glass of wine between your fingers in one hand behind him. 

     “You really did all this for me, huh?” you asked, letting a finger trail along his chin, prickly from the beard he was growing. 

He bit down on his lip, his hand traveling to grasp your wrist softly and keep your hands touching his face, coming down to cup his chin. 

     “I hope you love it,” he replied, and you giggled. 

     “Are you kidding? We have to go out here again before I leave,” you decided then and there. 

You still had loads of time left with Steve, and luckily there was so much you had yet to do together.

     “I promise we will.”

     “Steve,” you sighed out his name, leaning in closer to him. “I’m so happy here.”

You kissed his lips, a sweet and full lipped kiss that left both of you wanting more. Your lips tasted like cherry flavored gloss and rose. You giggled to yourself at the way that Steve leaned in, searching for more when you pulled away. His voice was low and soft, 

     “I’m happy you’re happy.”

You both laughed quietly and Steve pulled you in for a kiss, his hand on the back of your neck making you lurch forward as he led you with his lips. 

     Your tongue slipped in against the roof of his warm, firm mouth. His grip on your neck got stronger, his hand drifting down to the nape of your neck and squeezing just right, eliciting a lush moan from you. The touch of your body in such close proximity to him combined with the vibrations your moans made in his mouth got him hard. Like a reflex, he shifted his hips upward, pressing the outline of his hard length into the white cotton underwear that was exposed when you fit your legs around him. 

     “Mmh,” you whimpered when you felt him. You unlatched your saccharine lips from his, which tasted faintly like rose, and threw your head back only slightly, which urged him to lurch forward and press his lips to the exposed skin there, all sunkissed and warm. You grabbed at his hair. “Fuck, Steve.”

     “We haven’t even eaten,” you realized aloud, a giggle bubbling up in your throat that became a moan as Steve purposefully nudged his knee against your clothed clit again, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves easily underneath the fabric that hid it. 

     “No, not yet,” Steve shot back in a suggestive tone, and you raised a brow.

     “Steve, are you trying to tell me something?” you teased him, choking on your words halfway through because Steve was practically making you ride his thigh, rocking your body back and forth between his erection and his thighs after you slid down his knee. 

     Every movement he made, he did it with ease, bringing you closer to climax just by rocking against you. He could feel every contraction your pussy made against the outline of his erection as you squirmed and bucked your hips and rolled into him. Any logical thought process had left your mind— here you were, riding Steve’s thigh in the middle of the morning during what was supposed to be a sweet picnic in the woods. He had you gripped close to him, so even with all your squirming there was no way you were going to be able to move away from him, not with how strong his arms were. 

     He didn’t seem to notice, but this was just another way he asserted that nonchalant dominance over you that you died for. His hands fit perfectly around the small of your back, keeping you in place. He kept suckling at your chin and occassionally leaving tiny love bites on your neck as you rolled your hips euphorically. The slow, tantalizing pace he kept you at only drove you closer to your impending orgasm, the friction between his body and your own unbearable. 

     Steve had this unbelievable control over you while you helplessly, wordlessly rode his thigh, brushing up against his dick every now and then. And to think you were doing this in such a beautiful outdoor surrounding, removed far enough from others that no one would walk up on you. The silence was filled with restless panting from you as your orgasm drew closer, and the ambience of wilderness - the birds chirping, the greenery scuffling in the breezes of wind that drew past. 

     “Gonna come, princess?” Steve whispered hotly into your ear, reaching his fingers down and feeling the wet mark that had formed in your underwear, pressing against your throbbing clit. 

     “Mm, mhm,” you groaned, arching your back as your hips rolled in tune with his fingers. You came with a shuddered moan, soaking your own panties as your climax coursed through your veins. Your whole body seemed to shake, only stabilizing once Steve dug his fingers into your hips to ground you again. 

You stayed there for a moment, still grinding your hips against his and kissing him, holding him tight against you until you pulled away and pushed him back, still straddling him. He was laying on his back and marveling at the sight of you on top of him as you began to kiss him, your lips leading the way down against his toned body where they’d soon reach the place you wanted your mouth the most. How desperately you wanted your lips against those muscles, kissing there and really being able to feel him. You could feel Steve’s heart pounding when you layered kisses on his chest, and he was glad you couldn’t hear the thoughts in his head because they were positively swarming with nerves. 

     “There’s- oh,” Steve groaned when your lips reached his v-line, unsure of how he was still even able to talk with the way that his voice felt so constricted. “There’s still food-”

     “Just relax,” you interrupted, and he accepted without argument, throwing his head back and letting you do the work. 

| | |

    Today, Steve was out at work until further notice, but he made up for it by ordering breakfast for you, accompanied by a lovely note that he left on the kitchen table that morning.

Had to go in today. Promise me you won’t miss me too much. Be back soon. 

- Steve Rogers

The note had made you chuckle—he was such an old man, signing his first and last name like you were colleagues and you didn’t give him the best head of his life just a few days ago. With each passing day you were growing more and more used to each other, more comfortable with expressing intimacy and acting like… well, a couple. It was just, you hadn’t exactly given what you had a title. And while you thought about labels off and on, you weren’t rushing. Steve probably thought about it much more than you did—even though he was adapting to this modern world and the products of modernity (ie: cam girls), he was still traditional in a sense. 

He didn’t want to string you along in a weird, titleless relationship. And while he knew that what you had didn’t need a title because of its unconventionality and the fact that you truly liked each other, he knew he’d feel a whole lot more secure when he could call you his girl, and have it be official. So he was brooding on it, because he knew that you didn’t want to rush things either, and in the back of his mind he knew you’d probably be fine going through these two weeks without an “official” title, but he decided the time for a conversation was due soon. 

     Though right now, he decided he’d take it easy, leave the harder conversations for later. He had something he wanted to show you. Now that you both seemed to have settled down, he wanted to take you out as much as he could. At least, while keeping a low profile. 

You had only spent a few hours alone when Steve came home through the front door. You sauntered over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek when you saw him. He kissed you back, wrapping one arm around your waist. 

     “Hey!” you chimed. 

     “Hi,” Steve grinned, smiling down at you with that very same look in his eyes— it was funny, neither of you seemed to notice how infatuated you looked when you set your gaze upon each other, but you always noticed it on each other. “How was your day? Didn’t miss me too much, did you?”

You smirked, placing a hand on his chest,

     “Maybe a little. Maybe.”

     “Well, I missed you,” he grinned, his voice getting softer. He nodded towards the open door behind him. “Get dressed, I wanna take you someplace.”

     “Ooh,” chills ran down your spine again at the prospect of Steve taking you out again—and again, you got that feeling of appreciation for the fact that he was planning things for you. The way Steve treated you felt like the difference between someone saying “if you want!” versus actually taking the lead. It was all part of your growth, but you liked feeling wanted. “Where are we going?”

     “Well, it’s a place near my childhood home where I used to come just to sit and think and draw sometimes. Great view of the sunset. You down?”

     “Always.”

You got dressed in a simple white crop top with a skirt, and followed Steve out the door into his car. The whole ride there, you had your head out the window, letting the evening breeze rush across your face.

     “Here we are,” Steve pulled up to a vacant and vast parking lot.

You looked ahead of you, and lo and behold, the sunset was right in front of you. It seemed to be reaching for you, seemed to feel so close even though you knew it was light years away—now you had the sudden urge to ask Steve how far he’d flown on missions. Did he go up into space? Was his job like the real life Star Wars? These questions were all at a loss when you saw the hues of the sunset ahead of you, rich, deep purples and flaming orange-reds.  

     “This is so beautiful,” you sighed out in awe, Steve glancing between you and the sunset in front of him— to him, he had two amazing views. “You used to just come here as a kid?”

     “Yeah. It was the parking lot to a factory building that’s out of business now. But Bucky and I, and a couple of other friends used to sit here… on the nights when it was peaceful. Then, things got too crazy to just sit and watch the sunset,” Steve chuckled, shaking his head as a nostalgic smirk tugged at his lips. 

You glanced over at him, blinking slowly, 

     “I bet it was really nice.”

     “It was,” Steve nodded. “One of the times I didn’t feel so alone. I used to just come here and draw.”

You perked up at Steve mentioning his drawing,

     “My little artist!”

     “Little?” Steve chortled, and you shoved his chest.

     “Just pretend. I’m glad you’re getting back into drawing though. Think you’ll show me someday?” you cocked your head to the side, biting down on your lip, unintentionally trapping him with an irresistible puppy dog face.

     “Anything, darling,” he grinned. 

     “Maybe you can paint me like one of your French girls one day,” you suggested, snorting at your own joke. 

Steve shook his head,

     “I wouldn’t be able to do you justice. It’s been a while since I’ve really drawn.”

You rolled your eyes, propping your elbow up on the dashboard and leaning your chin into your palm, facing him,

     “Didn’t you win awards for drawing, Steve?”

Steve scoffed playfully,

     “What, did you go on my Wikipedia?”

     “Maybe so,” you beamed proudly. “Anyways. Any reason to be naked in front of you is a good reason. You could draw a stick figure of me for all I care.”

     “Speaking of naked,” Steve choked out— even though you were adjusting to each other, your boldness still caught Steve off guard sometimes, “you haven’t been doing cam shows since you’ve been here.”

You nodded,

     “Yeah, I told them I’m on vacation. But I have a bunch of videos and other cute things to tide them over while I’m gone. God, it’s so weird. They have no idea.”

Steve milled your words over in his mind. It was so strange to think that lots of people on the very site that you both met had had intimate moments with you. And while he knew what you two had was real and raw, and so different, he still wondered how you felt about all the other people that watched you, all the other people that were almost as mesmerized as Steve was. 

     “Lots of people love you on there,” Steve noted, and you shrugged.

     “Yeah, you can say that. I mean, lots of guys wanna fuck me. Some of them really are my friends, you know? People who’ve been watching since I started— it’s hard not to build a bond with them. I mean, it’s kind of part of my job to build a bond with them,” you explained. 

Steve nodded, taking in all your words. He knew that this was a job to you, that you had connections with other viewers and that he shouldn’t feel insecure about that. He didn’t feel insecure. But really hearing it was still something he had to swallow hard. 

     “But, it was different with you, Steve,” you continued without hesitation. “I mean, I talk to so many people there a day. None like you. So don’t be jealous, big guy.”

Steve chuckled softly, though his eyes were trained fondly on his lap,

     “I’m not, I promise.”

     “Are you sure?” you teased him, poking his cheek. He looked up at you, an amused grin on his face. “‘Cuz I think you’re a little bit jealous!”

     “When they fly you out and get to watch the sunset with you, then I can be jealous. But for now… I think I’m good,” he squinted and you grinned, looking from his lips to his eyes.

     “Touche,” you noted, and kissed him on the cheek, abandoning the banter for the slow hum of jazz music on Steve’s stereo and the following murmurs of admiration for the sunset you both uttered over the next hour before driving home while it was getting dark.

When you got home, you were racing towards Steve’s cabinets and practically raiding them for liquor. On the car ride home you had begun excitedly babbling about spending a relaxing night in with Steve and making “a date” of it. You were dead set on making a glass of wine and dancing around the kitchen like you would do with your friends back at home. 

     “Slow down,” Steve laughed, grabbing a bottle of unopened wine from your hands and holding it high above your head so you couldn’t reach. 

You whined, standing up on your tippy toes as you tried to reach for the bottle.

     “Steve, what the fuck!” 

     “Where are your manners? You know better,” Steve smirked at you, and you folded your arms and glared up at him despite the rush of warmth his words gave you. 

     “I wanna drink. You haven’t even opened any of your alcohol, you old man,” you teased him and he rolled his eyes, slightly pushing up against you until your back was pressed against the kitchen counter. 

     “Very funny,” he replied. 

You squinted at him, trying to read his face. 

     “What’re you doin’?” you asked, your voice laden with suspicion.

Steve was closer to you than he’d been the whole day, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel like it was getting a little bit hot in the kitchen. You wondered if he was doing this intentionally or if he was just so attractive to you that everything he did made you want to jump his bones (in the purest way possible). But that was no longer a question when Steve finally spoke, his voice a few octaves lower than normal, the husky timbre sending a shiver down your spine.

     “I’ll give you what you want, if you give me what I want,” he put it simply, and you couldn’t help but grin.

     “And what exactly do you want?”

     “You know what I want,” Steve smiled back, shaking his head and putting his hands on your waist, kissing you softly on your lips, then traveling down to your neck.

You let your head roll back for easy access, and let your arms drape down his back. 

     “When’d you decide to start shit, Steve,” you wondered aloud, but you weren’t complaining, you were just used to initiating things, and you weren’t used to Steve being this bold.

He looked you in the eyes as if asking for permission,

     “I just felt like these past few days have been a bit different. We both want each other, right?”

     “Of course I want you,” you reached up to stroke his cheek, smiling at how wholesome he was. You even leaned in to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

     “Okay. So let me do my job,” Steve replied, effectively shutting you up. 

He lifted you up by the hips and set you on the counter behind you. It felt like everything in the room was all starting to blend together, that was just the effect that Steve’s touch had on you. You wanted him on you everywhere, you were overpowered by his scent and his strong hands on your body. His lips were here, then there, hitting all the right spots on your neck and your collarbone.

     “Can I take this off?” Steve asked, gesturing to your white crop top. 

You nodded silently, watching Steve as he pulled off your top for you, then you pulled him in for a hot, passionate kiss that told him how much you wanted this right now. When he pulled away he looked down at the basic white bra you were wearing and whispered under his breath,

     “Beautiful.”

     “Take yours off too,” you almost whined, thinking of the way his back muscles would look flexing when he went down on you.

Steve chuckled quietly,

     “Sure, doll.”

     “Wait, let me,” you decided, leaning in and taking his shirt off, your fingertips brushing against his sides as you took his shirt off, giving him goosebumps. 

Despite his burst in confidence since you got home, he was still in awe of you. And anyways, he really wanted to return the favor from the picnic. He’d been thinking about it in the days following, and now felt like the perfect time to return the favor. Or maybe he was just looking for a reason to go down on you again—not that he needed one. 

     “Fuck, you look so good,” you swore under your breath just watching Steve make his way down your body, worshipping every inch of your smooth skin. 

     “I could say the same,” Steve replied, just as turned on as you were, making his way down your stomach. 

The hairs on your body stood up at the feeling of his plush, pink lips against your skin, getting closer and closer to that part of you that needed him so badly. You were throbbing already and he hadn’t even touched you there yet. You were wearing a skirt, which he pulled down with ease, and you didn’t fail to catch the satisfied grin on his face at how easily your clothes fell off. Less hassle for the both of you.

     “For being so kind,” Steve said suddenly, reaching behind himself and placing the bottle of unopened wine beside you. 

You hooted in celebration, clapping your hands once and snatching the bottle from beside you, thanking Steve before twisting the bottle open and throwing back a big swig. 

Steve was kissing around your inner thighs now, leaving little love bites here and there that made you yelp out, taking your lips away from the wine bottle. 

     “Imagine the look on my viewers faces when they see the bruises you’re leaving on me,” you joked, and Steve shrugged.

      “Good. They’ll know you’re mine.”

Your heart skipped a beat— Steve was suddenly so confident. You liked it. 

     “Thought you said you weren’t jealous,” you cooed, leaning back and pressing your palms against the counter, looking down at him.

     “Not at all,” Steve replied calmly, and whatever you were going to say then was silenced when Steve pulled down your underwear, a rush of cold air hitting your bare flesh. He moaned at the sight of it, licked his lips like he was looking at his favorite food. “So wet already?”

You nodded with a slight pout, wanting Steve to give you what you needed now. But something told you it wasn’t your turn to speak, and that Steve was in charge tonight. 

      “Good girl,” Steve praised you, pressing his lips against your clit and leaving a soft, wet kiss there that made your legs twitch. Steve chuckled deviously and even though your brows furrowed at his cockiness, you didn’t say anything— you couldn’t act like you wanted him to stop being cocky. 

     “Baby,” you breathed out, bringing your hand down to run through his perfect hair, ruffling it a bit. 

     “Here, let me make you feel good,” was the last thing Steve said before diving in, his tongue drawing an intricate pattern against your folds and on your clit, sending the little bundle of nerves into complete ecstasy. 

     “Fuck,” you whined, taking another swig of your drink—you had no complaints right now.

Steve knew exactly what to do with it, just as he had the last time, and that was his very first time going down on you. The more Steve got to taste you, the more he wanted. He could see himself doing this for hours, making you cum over and over again until he really got his fix. He was probably just as, if not, more turned on than you were in the moment. His pants were bulged in the center, and he was burning up even without a shirt on. 

     “Mm, you taste so good,” Steve groaned the one moment he let his lips detach from your clit and your lips. “So wet for me.”

You moaned in response, unable to string any real words together because Steve was doing too good at his job. For a man who claimed he didn’t have much experience, he was the best you’d ever had. It was no surprise that your legs were already starting to shake when he added his fingers into the mix, rubbing soft circles against your clit and letting his tongue slide inside of you, fucking you deep with his tongue. You couldn’t help but grasp onto his hair tightly, your nails clawing into his scalp like crazy.  

Steve’s name fell effortlessly from your lips, which were drenched with red wine. 

     “Fuck, Steve, I’m-I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come!” you exclaimed as if you were shocked by the prospect— your orgasm was coming up fast and hard. “Don’t stop.”

     It felt like the breath was getting snatched from your chest as he kept up, moaning against you and roughly rubbing your clit. 

     He kept your legs spread with his other hand, stopping you from crushing his head with your legs, but you kept on tugging at his hair, which made Steve grunt in pleasure. 

     You tried and failed to lift the bottle of wine to your lips, your hands were shaking far too much. Steve was pulling this orgasm from you like it was nothing to him, putting all his concentration on making you feel good. You let go, and let yourself come on his face and tongue just like he had been hoping you would. While you were coming, he kept his fingers at your clit and pulled his lips away with a pop, savoring the taste of you as he licked his lips slowly.

     “There you go, there you go,” he encouraged you, only making you come even more. You couldn’t speak, only gasp out and let out strangled moans as you rode out your high, your entire body twitching. “It’s okay, baby.”

     Steve was cooing to you now, his entire demeanor had shifted— now he was puppy dog Steve again. He had his hand on your thigh to steady you, kissing your knee gently and caressing your body. Soon enough his fingers left your clit and soon enough, you came back to normal. Your heavy breathing and trembling had subsided and you were just sitting there blissed out. Your eyelids were heavy with tiredness, like Steve had worked you out. 

     “Steveee,” you groaned tiredly, a dazed smile spreading across your lips. 

Steve kissed gently up and down your inner thighs, calming your shaky body with every touch. He stood up with a pleased grin, licked his lips, and patted your thigh. 

     “Okay. Time to get you up,” he declared, and you hurriedly took another swig from the bottle before stretching your arms around Steve’s neck. 

  He chuckled to himself and picked you up, letting you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. 

     “Hey!” you exclaimed when you noticed his boner against you. “You’re hard.”

      “And you’re tired,” Steve replied, glancing up into your eyes.

You put on your best puppy dog eyes, trying to grind against his thigh. 

     “That doesn’t mean I can’t get you off,” you practically whined, and Steve smirked, but shook his head.

     “Make it up to me in the morning,” he peeled you off of him and set you into the bed, pulling the covers up and over your body. 

     “Fine,” you grumbled, turning over on your side. “Only ‘cuz I am tired.”

      “I know, I must’ve worn you out,” Steve retorted proudly, and you scoffed.

     “Keep dreaming,” you sighed, closing your eyes and almost immediately drifting into sleep. 

| | |

     The next morning, the first thing you noticed was that your pants were missing, and then you remembered exactly why. Even in the midst of sleep, a smile appeared on your lips. Steve had been so kind and loving to you every day since you got here, but especially so in the past few days. The remnants of last night between your thighs only served as another reminder. Last night was a blur, a glimpse into a more confident Steve who initiated the things that you both yearned for. 

     You didn’t know how much more obvious you could be, but he still seemed to question the very concept that he was even with you. You were working to reassure him that he deserved you, and he was proving it more day by day. The sexual chemistry between the two of you was off the charts from the beginning, but now it was becoming more natural, more reciprocated. 

Even though Steve wasn’t in bed next to you, you pranced around that morning fueled off the memory of last night. You got dressed and soon found yourself leaning against the doorway of the bedroom, ready to return the favor. Steve was elsewhere in the house, so you called his name.

     “Yeah?” Steve replied, and you could hear him shuffling about the house, finding his way to your voice. 

He paused in the doorway when he saw you, and a devious grin appeared on your face. Steve was unaware of your intentions, but he smiled back because you were. You tiptoed over to him, and put your hands on his shoulders, eyeing him like he was candy. 

     “I was just thinking… I should return the favor,” you shrugged innocuously, leaning in for a short kiss and pulling away despite his lips begging for more. 

     “Return the favor?” Steve asked in response.

His face looked clueless, but by the quirk in his voice you could tell he knew exactly what you meant. 

     “From last night?” you crooned, dropping slowly to your knees in front of him and giving him those eyes— those fuck me eyes that he couldn’t ever resist. If he didn’t have any self control, he’d have lugged you up off the floor and bent you over by now, never mind returning the favor. 

     “I have no idea what you’re talking about, doll,” Steve cocked his head to the side, a devious edge creeping into his tone. 

You pouted, furrowing your eyebrows in doubt, palming him through the grey sweats that worked you into a frenzy every time he wore them. 

     “Really?” you retorted, feeling him get harder the more your hand brushed against him. “This seems to say something different.”

     “Jesus,” Steve shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “When’d things get so… good?” 

     “You tell me, babe. You were the one giving me head completely unprompted on the kitchen counter last night. I mean, have you no shame?” you poked sarcastically at him, because you weren’t complaining at all, you just weren’t used to Steve being so bold.

     “‘M only gonna have you for two weeks,” Steve murmured, his jaw ticking involuntarily as he glared down at you through eyes that were growing heavier by the minute. “I wanna make sure I can still remember how you taste when you leave.”

Now, you were usually the one making Steve blush, but now it was your turn, heat rising up your cheeks and making you look away inadvertently. 

     “Hey,” Steve used his fingers to gently lift your chin up so you were looking at him. “I wanna be able to see your face. You’re beautiful.”

     “Steve, you’re sweet. But don’t go being all cute, I’m about to have your dick in my mouth,” you snorted, wasting no time and pulling down his sweats. 

Your hands, soft and delicate, ran down his thighs, the barely-there touch making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. You bit down on your lip, eyeing his length through his boxers, and put your lips around the tip, which was already leaking precum through the dark fabric. You looked up at Steve, who was already in shambles, his eyes clenched closed and his head leaning back against the wall. It was clear to you that, even though Steve took you by surprise last night, you were still the one in control, and you loved knowing you could have such an effect on him. 

     “Feel good?” you asked in a hushed, sweet voice, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. 

     Steve sucked in a breath when your lips left him, and grunted in response. You took that as your sign to get on with it, and pulled his boxers down, his cock meeting the cold air and standing erect in front of your face. His tip, dripping with arousal, was red and swollen, practically begging to be put between your lips. You giggled, a devious glint flashing in your eyes as you inched your head forward, taking his cock in your mouth, just plump glossy lips around the tip and your tongue just barely teasing the shaft. His dick throbbed in your mouth as soon as you got a taste of him on your palate, salty and bittersweet, a taste you knew you would never be able to get enough of since the day you’d finally gotten a try. 

     Steve opened his eyes and lowered his head slowly to look down at you. You had your cheeks sucked in and your lips puckered around the tip, the perfect little image on your knees in front of the captain. 

     You managed as best a smile as you could without letting your lips leave his tip, and Steve smiled back, a wolfish grin that was more mischievous than his usual golden retriever beam. You fluttered your lashes up at him almost comically and received a chuckle from him in response. He shook his head slowly, playfully, and you took him further into your mouth, keeping his entire length lodged in the back of your throat, tightly constricted around him like a snake. 

     The entire room was quiet except for the sound of you gagging around his cock, which pulsated in the back of your throat and even threatened to finish quickly— despite all his endurance, you gave Steve a run for his money. Steve couldn’t even deny it himself— he had to stop himself from coming down your throat because you were just so good, but it was so early on. The feeling of your throat and mouth wrapped tightly around him felt like a warm glove or even a sweet hug.

     You tested both your limits by swallowing while he was practically trapped in your throat, the sound it made incredibly obscene. Steve groaned loudly, his deep, gruff moan echoing in your ears like a lovely choir. You let go and started bobbing your head up and down, your lips wrapped around him tight, tongue brushing the underside of his shaft. He shuddered, then moaned, sucking in a deep breath with his eyes trained on you. Your eyes flickered down at what you were doing, focusing on the way he disappeared inside your mouth. You even raised your hands up to stroke what you couldn’t take in your mouth, though you devoted yourself to taking all of him because you were just that good. But Steve lowered his hands and softly pushed yours away, shaking his head. His voice was unusually low even for someone as gruff as him when he said, 

     “No hands. And look at me when you’re sucking me off.”

     You looked up at him almost immediately and nodded quickly, brows furrowing in the middle as your puppy dog eyes turned on inadvertently. You liked how much more confident Steve was becoming day by day. He had no shame in telling you what to do and wasn’t nervous about how you’d react anymore. You had your hands practically pinned behind your back as you bobbed your head at a consistent, steady pace, spit drooling from the corners of your mouth and onto him. He sighed out in contentment as he looked down at you, unafraid to get messy and perfect at your job. 

     He ran his hands through his hair, raising his eyebrows at you as if he was in disbelief. And a part of him still was— though he got more and more comfortable with you every day, your inner and outer beauty and glow would always remain fresh to him. He would never get used to you, never get bored of you. He had never had much luck with love, and, to put it quite bluntly, the fact that a beautiful girl like yourself was on your knees for him was quite unusual for him. 

     “Fuck, you’re good at this,” the apple in his throat bounced as he swallowed hard, then he clenched his jaw tight, staring down at you in deep concentration. 

Duh, you wanted to reply, but you had to remind yourself it was rude to talk with your mouth full. You just gazed up at him with smiling eyes, slurping from the shaft to the tip, then taking his balls into your mouth, switching from sucking on them to licking beneath his shaft. Each time you shifted between one or the other, he moaned deeply, the sound reverberating in your stomach and triggering slick between your legs. You dared to venture your hand between your thighs and touch yourself, gently gliding your fingers from the dripping slit to your throbbing clit. Steve groaned as he watched you get yourself off while you got him off, inching a few steps forward, his dick sliding against your deft tongue. 

     “You look so good, doll,” he said, his voice just barely above a whisper. 

You offered him a small smile, spit mixed with his arousal dripping down your chin. You spit on his cock, then got back to work and put your lips all the way around him again. You got back to bobbing your head up and down and Steve swore he was going to lose his mind at the sight of you playing with yourself and sucking him off so eagerly. You were so good at everything you did, but especially this, and so effortlessly hot. He almost forgot you had just woken up. He chuckled devilishly and smirked down at you.

      “You do love doing that, don’t you?” he asked. 

You nodded and batted your lashes, hollowing your cheeks out and making sure to pucker your lips hard around his lip. 

     “Mm hm,” you moaned around him in response. 

     “So fuckin’ pretty,” he muttered under his breath, gazing into your eyes and earning another slight smile from you. 

You let your eyes flutter closed as you worked Steve to the end, and Steve’s eyelids fell too, his hands balling into fists and his chest rising and falling heavily as you did your job.

     “Yes, that’s it, you’re so goddamn good, you’re gonna make me come, baby,” Steve’s voice grew lower and deeper as you drew his orgasm closer and closer, and you grew more sloppy and untamed with your mouth around him as you slurped away. You could tell he was going to come the way he was pulsing inside your mouth, and the way his groans grew less inhibited the longer you sucked him off. He even started to stutter, his teeth grit as he started to come, shooting ropes of his cum down your warm throat, “Fu-fuck, that’s… yes, yes, YN, I’m coming.”

      You kept sucking until he was done, which drove him crazy, and even after, you still kept your lips closed around the base, only departing when you were ready. You loved the taste of him, and wanted to keep him on your lips forever, but sadly you knew that’d be impossible. But like Steve, whenever you got the chance to have him, you’d have him. Even now, when you’d just woken up not twenty minutes ago. When you finally pulled away, Steve had gathered himself. You grinned at him, beaming even, looking so innocent and angelic despite the fact that you were on your knees with Steve’s dripping cock in front of you and spit running down your chin.

     “How was it?!” 

Steve just laughed, shaking his head and pulling his sweats back up.

     “How was it?” he repeated, raising his eyebrows. “I don’t think I have the words for it, doll.”

Steve, polite as always, helped you up off your knees, and pulled you close to him, grabbing you by the hips, kissing you on the lips. 

     “That’s fair!” you shrugged, giddy from the sweet gesture. “You coming so hard was evidence enough.”

You teased him, bopping his nose with your finger, and he shook his head and rolled his eyes playfully at you.

     “What can I say, you’re a natural,” he played along, then suddenly lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, parading through the house with you as if you were a ragdoll.

     “Steve!” you cried, flailing your arms against his back and laughing raucously. “Asshole, put me down!”

     “Oh no, we’re gonna make breakfast like this,” Steve denied you, shaking his head with a mischievous smile. 

     “I just ate,” you snorted, and Steve’s hand landed on your ass in response. 

     “Don’t be nasty,” he teased you, and you sighed,

     “Steve, you prude.”

     The rest of that morning was spent making breakfast and listening to music. Or more like, burning all the pancakes, spilling the egg whip and blasting the radio, forcing Steve to listen to “new age” music that he didn’t understand, but he endured it because you loved it. (“It’s Megan Thee Stallion, not Megan The Stallion.”) You danced and laughed and sang with him, but by the time you ran out of flour (because a majority of it ended up on your face, and then Steve’s face as revenge), you really hadn’t succeeded at making anything, and it was lunchtime by then, so you just decided you would go out instead. 

Steve didn’t seem to mind going to a more populated place this afternoon. You figured it was because perhaps he had loosened up a bit this morning after your little surprise gift. That still didn’t stop him from wearing a cap and fake glasses, which surprisingly disguised him quite well. Although, in the car ride over to the restaurant Steve was taking you to, you couldn’t help but ask,

     “Why the cap and glasses though? Isn’t it a little, I don’t know, rookie for someone like you? I guess I always expected your disguises to be top class, like prosthetics and all that.”

     “They can be. But trust me, it’s easier to deceive than it looks. And besides, if I’m out with my girl, I don’t want to look like a whole different person. I wanna look like me.”

There it was again, that sweet phrase of his— “my girl.” You made a soft cooing noise and tilted your head over to him, a pleased smile set on your sweet lips. 

    “My girl,” you repeated, laying your head on his bicep as he turned down the road where the restaurant was.

He glanced over at you and grinned down at you, loving the feeling of your head against him and the sound of your airy voice. 

     “Don’t you forget it.”

     “Okay, baby,” you cooed again, your heart practically soaring with how content you were, biting down on your lip to restrain a goofy smile. 

     He had to do the same, a pink blush spreading to his cheeks at the sound of your voice and the pet name. 

He parked soon after, opening the door for you as usual. He got a table for the two of you in the back of the restaurant beside of a big window. It was a fancier restaurant, bustling with people, light jazz playing on the speakers. 

     “You always bring me to the cutest little places,” you grinned softly at him, leaning close to him at the table. 

Steve grinned back at how close you were to him, the way you leaned in as if to close space between you, talking to him like you were telling a secret just for you and him. He clasped his hands together and shrugged nonchalantly, like his heart wasn’t swelling from the compliment.

     “I got a lot more to show you, doll,” he replied. “So much to do and such little time.”

     “I know! It’s been about a week, hasn’t it?” you beamed, your cheeks rounding out when you leaned your head against your palm. You glanced out the window with a distracted smile on your lips. You laughed goofily. “I don’t know. I haven’t been keeping track of the days.”

     “That sounds about right,” Steve said, wistful eyes gazing at your face, the afternoon sun glinting on your side profile.

You looked so angelic in this moment, and you weren’t even trying to look divine. Steve was silent for a moment, and you looked back at him to see that he was just staring at you with lovey dovey eyes. You laughed, shaking your head.

     “What?” you giggled. “Earth to Steve.”

     “You just look so pretty,” Steve replied casually. 

     “Aww, you too, lover boy,” you teased him, reaching across the table to squeeze his cheek playfully. 

A waiter approached you and began to serve you. You ordered a mimosa to start, very typical of you, and Steve stuck with water. When the drinks came you slurped eagerly at the mimosa and Steve shook his head playfully, laughing at the sight of you drinking greedily. You looked up from the bottomless depths of your glass and raised a brow.

     “What?” you asked cluelessly. “It’s good!”

     “I bet. You college girls and your drinking,” Steve poked fun at you. 

     “I’m a college grad,” you corrected him, pointing a finger at him. 

     “Close enough,” Steve shrugged.

     “Steve, you perv,” you smirked, folding your arms and slouching back in the booth. “You just like me ‘cuz I’m young and hot.” 

     “That’s part of it,” he admitted. 

You fake gasped. 

     “Steve, you devil!” you leaned in close to his face and narrowed your eyes at him, biting down softly on your lips. Your voice was low and crooning, a fiery look in your hooded eyes. “You have a thing for the age difference, don’t you?”

Even though you were only kidding with him, your close proximity, the subject matter and your tone of voice had Steve shifting in his seat and clasping his hands together in his lap, clenching down on his jaw. His face was getting warm and he wished more than anything that you were alone together in this moment, because then he would—

     “I’m… not interrupting anything am I?” the waiter returned with a pen and pad, ready to take your orders. 

You slunk back instantly, an all too innocent smile on your face, perking your head up to look over at the waiter, 

     “Not at all. We’re ready to order!” 

Halfway through the lunch, you had gone through a few mimosas and you were starting to get giggly and cutesy. Steve found it adorable. He’d never seen you in such a state, and you were somehow more bubbly and fun than normally. 

     “You don’t drink much,” you mentioned to Steve with a slight frown, eyes squinted and lids heavy from the drowsiness that the alcohol was setting in. 

     “Nah,” Steve smiled. “Doesn’t do anything for me. I mean, I’ll drink, but I can’t get drunk.”

     “Hmm. Guess being a superhero has its ups and downs,” you chirped happily, burping a little bit afterwards. 

Steve laughed, handing you a napkin for the bit of alcohol that was sitting at the corner of your lips. 

    “Superhero,” he repeated your own words, chuckling and shaking his head as if in doubt.

     “What?!” you cried. “You’re a superhero, a-” you shushed yourself, remembering that you were in public, then whispered, “an Avenger.”

     “Me? I’m just your average Joe.”

     “You say potato, I say potato,” you shrugged, rolling your eyes drunkenly. “You say you can’t get drunk… I would like to test that theory some day.”

Steve laughed, shaking his head again,

     “I got a feeling you were a wild child.”

      “Oh yeah,” you said sarcastically, nodding. “Yeah, I was a real handful. Going out surfing and hiking every weekend of high school like a ne'er-do-well.”

Steve chortled at your drunken sense of humor. You were sarcastic enough, the mimosas just turned it on ten. He didn’t even mind that you were drunk in front of him right now— it let him feel reassured that you were comfortable enough with him to do this. After all, every day you were getting past all the niceties. 

     “A true rebel,” Steve replied, raising his eyebrows.

     “Uh huh,” you took a forkful of salad into your mouth, chewing and swallowing. “My parents had a looot on their plate.”

Steve suddenly shifted, remembering what you had said about your parents. There hadn’t been much of an update since the last time you’d talked to Steve about them. 

     “Right, your parents. How’s that going? Is there anything you want to talk about?” 

     “Steve,” you squeezed his cheek. “It’s alright, I guess. We haven’t talked much since the incident, but… we’ve talked. I mean, it sucks that things went down the way they did, but at least I’m not hiding much from them anymore. I mean, besides this. But, them supporting my career is… cute.”

    “Cute?” Steve smirked at your choice of words, and you hiccuped, smiling dazedly.

     “I mean, nice. I don’t know, I’m drunk,” you giggled. You settled in, sighing and folding your hands on the table, fiddling with your fingers. “I just… I told them I need my space, you know? I don’t even really wanna have some big conversation. I feel like it’s like, whatever, you know? We move on and I move on, try to make the best of what we have of our relationship, for the remainder of time we have left together. That’s all I really have the mental and emotional energy left for, to be honest. I mean, we’re getting old. Them especially. But right now, I don’t wanna think about them. Or talk to them. Right now I wanna be with you.”

     You finished your little soliloquy with a grin, gazing at Steve with friendly eyes. Steve nodded, understanding every word. He’d always be there for you when it came to your family matters, or anything you were going through. But he was glad you were taking this route. He wanted you to enjoy yourself, not be so stressed about everything the way you used to be. 

     He’d only been with you in person for a short amount of time, but he knew your habits, he knew your character— you thought maybe even better than your parents did. And for that, you were eternally grateful. Steve wasn’t just a lover, he was a friend. Someone you felt you could trust and give your all to. 

     “I understand,” Steve nodded. “I wanna be with you, too.”

He reached out and squeezed your hand, stopping you from your half nervous, half mimosa induced fidgeting. You perked up again, a big grin on your face, 

     “Yay! We should dance now.”

Steve scoffed, 

    “Yeah, this is where I get the check. We gotta get you home.”

No matter how much you fought it then, by the time Steve was carrying you from the car to his apartment, you were more than happy to be back home. He sat you down on the bed where you took a long nap, and spent the rest of the day indoors with Steve, crossing more and more modern day movies off his little bucket list. No matter how you spent the day, it was always good. And Steve treated you oh-so-right, no matter whether you were drunk or sober. 

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     “You feel so fucking good,” Steve practically whimpered into your ear. 

     Right now, Steve was buried to the hilt inside you from behind you, spoonfucking you and stretching you out almost offensively from this delicious new angle. You’d suggested it to him that morning when you woke up to Steve’s hard on against your ass, rolling your head over sleepily and casually asking him, “wanna take me like this right now?” If anything could wake Steve up so quick, it was that question. He loved the accessibility. He barely had to move to get inside you where he was quickly realizing he belonged. Any way he could be close to you, sexually or otherwise, was ideal for him. 

     His thrusts were soft but firm and deep, his girthy, long length allowing him to hit every spot that he needed to hit. You were both delirious from morning fog and the euphoric sensations you were sharing together, like on a thick cord of energy that was impenetrable. Steve felt so deep inside you, deeper than the first time, deeper than your mouth could take him. You were rocking back and forth each time he fucked into you at that sweet, steady pace. He wasn’t wasting any time with you, but he was taking his time all the same.

    His breath was warm on your neck, coming and going in heavy pants, and your breath was winding out along with the ever-pleased moans Steve drew from you. 

    “Fu-uck, baby just like that,” you groaned, hardly able to open your eyes until he hit a spot so right inside you that you had to crane your neck because you wanted to look at him. 

     He opened his eyes a bit wider when he saw you, and locked eyes with you. The very sight of your face had him throbbing inside of you, stretching your walls out impossibly further. He slammed his hips up into you, and you whined at the hard, pleasing sensation, your brows furrowing in the middle. 

      Steve looked down at where your bodies met, absolutely enamoured by the sight of him disappearing in and out of you, his favorite place. Your chest and stomach began to surge with that familiar, burning feeling, and you couldn’t help the warbled moan that came out of you. The eye contact combined with the feeling of Steve rocking his hips steadily into you was so deliciously overwhelming, you thought you had never been so turned on in your life. No one had given it to you this good. 

     So early in the morning, Steve was ready for you, and you’d been going for a while, the time filling with endless cycles of him making you cum on his cock over and over, no end in sight. He held back every time he was going to come because he wanted to cherish this time with you. So close and so intimate, the light of dawn tickling the morning sky outside. 

     “I’m gonna come,” Steve moaned, and you nodded— you had been more than sated in the long period of time you’d been fucking. 

     “Come inside me,” you prompted him, reaching your hand over to stroke his cheek. “Keep looking at me, baby.”

Steve gazed deep in your eyes, fighting the urge to look down at what he was doing. There was nothing more personal than this right now, looking into your fucked out, glazed over eyes while he rode out his orgasm, coming inside you until he was sure he had nothing left in his entire body. Even after he came, egged on by the sounds of you cooing words of encouragement, telling him how you wanted him to stuff you and fill you up, he kept rocking his hips up into you, slowly and softly, even lovingly. 

     “Make sure it’s all in there,” he kissed your sweaty neck and you stretched it out, facing away from him and burying your cheek in the pillow, still feeling his thick length inside you, stuffing all his come deep inside you. 

Even then, there was so much that when he pulled out, some of it leaked out of you and onto the bed sheets, spread out on your pussy. He used his fingers to slick it all up, then reached over your shoulder and pressed gently to open your mouth, inviting you to suck the cum off his fingers. You did it eagerly, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. And then you both laid there for a while in silence, you still recovering and laying on your side, Steve pulling you into him so you could lay the back of your head on his outstretched arms while he lay on his back. 

     “That was disgusting, in the best way imaginable,” you breathed, a pleased, hazy smile on your face, turning to face him. “Again?”

     “Again?” Steve laughed, shaking his head and looking over at you, surprise laden in his ocean blue eyes. He had no problem going again, it was you he was concerned for. He ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head and nearly biting down on his lip at just the thought of going rounds. “I’m not gonna go easy on you, you do know that right?” 

     “You call that taking it easy? I came like…” you drifted off, not able to keep track. 

     “Five times. I counted,” Steve answered proudly. 

You chortled at his prideful demeanor. Steve could be such a different person in the bedroom, and you were absolutely not against it. It was kind of cute how cocky he could get, and it was lovely seeing him blossom like a flower and get more and more physically confident with you. 

     “Yeah… I think we should just cuddle for now,” you decided, not able to fathom what Steve might do to you if you actually followed through with your delusional suggestion. Steve was silent but his face said it all. You playfully shoved his face. “Wipe that smirk off your face.”

     “What smirk?” he asked faux innocently. 

     “Shut up,” you giggled, cuddling in closer to him and practically coiling up next to him. 

He put his arms around you instinctively. It felt like he was wrapping you in a sheath of protection. 

     “You’re so warm,” he noted, kissing the top of your head. 

     “It’s that Cali weather stuck on me,” you decided quietly, letting your eyes close. 

    “You’re like that Katy Perry song,” Steve noted, and you laughed to yourself. He glanced down, brows furrowed in confusion. “What?” 

     “Nothing, nothing. You’re getting more modern by the day.”

      Steve laughed with you, and in the silence that followed, the thoughts he’d pushed away earlier that week started to flood his mind. Labels, officiality. The idea of the conversation gave him plenty of nerves at first, and he’d been brooding on it. But these past few days, you’d grown so close, almost unexpectedly. You were close from the start, but now topics like these felt a bit easier to approach. You got much closer physically and emotionally in the course of a few days. He still didn’t want you to feel rushed, but this felt like quite a comfortable, languid moment to bring this up. The light was poking through the blinds in just the perfect manner, and you looked so delicate and content laying on his arm, nuzzled into his chest like that. 

The room was quiet and fuzzy with the aftermath of what you’d done, but the energy couldn’t be purer. It was like soft music was playing over the silence that wasn’t quite silent at all. 

     “You awake?” Steve asked, fixating down at you.

     “Mm hm,” you hummed, your eyes still closed. You were extremely relaxed and cozy in this moment, your mind and body wrapped up in Steve’s snug arms. 

     “I’ve got something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” Steve’s fingers traced light strokes on your collarbones, soothing and gentle. 

You eased even further into his touch, but poked one eye open, raising a curious brow,

     “Good or bad?”

     “Good,” Steve laughed quietly, fingers still gently caressing your supple skin. “Always good.”

     “Okay, shoot,” you smiled, the apples of your cheeks turning upwards in that way Steve always noticed— there were so many small things about you that Steve absolutely died for. 

    “I’ve been thinking about us. And we haven’t spent a lot of time together, and this isn’t something I’m used to. I mean, I’m really kind of still new to all this.”

    “Mm hm,” you hummed, the vibrations of your voice easing him. 

    “And, you know, I’m still a kinda traditional guy. I like to be sure that I’m treating you right. And I feel like part of that includes, you know, what I’d call you. Like… if I would call you labels.”

    “Mm hmm,” you hummed again, looking up at him and making eye contact. “Be more specific.”

You were sure you understood what he meant, but you wanted crystal clear communication— even though you trusted Steve, it was just one of those things you had as a result of your past. A condition. And he understood that completely, another reason why you felt you could trust him. Plus, it was kind of nice to see Steve get his words out, this big strong man trying to figure out what to say to you, a simple, special girl. So special on your own, and so special to him, a kind of pleasant surprise to you. 

    “Say if I were to call you my girlfriend. I… I just find myself thinking about when the time is right to ask. Or if… if I should, at all. I don’t wanna go too fast, or-or pressure you into anything. And, a part of me realizes that we don’t need a title because, well, this isn’t a normal relationship and I get that you young people— for lack of a better word— don’t care much about labels anymore, which I respect. And I know you’re not looking to rush into anything too soon because of how you’ve been treated in the past but…” here, Steve almost got emotional, thinking of how special you were to him, unable to believe that you’d been treated so poorly in the past— all he wanted was to show you just how you made him feel. “But I just want to treat you right, and make you happy because well, you make me happy. And it’s… it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way. And I’m sure that for you and me both, these feelings are rare. And I can treat you the same regardless of whether or not we put a label on it, but… it’s just been on my mind.”

He continued,

     “And I’m not asking anything of you right now. I just wanted to get it out there. I know how important it is to you that we communicate. And I wanted to be able to talk to you about it before I spring anything on you.”

      You swallowed down everything he was saying, and even you were getting a bit emotional. He had said so much, and everything he said had resonated so heavily. He truly cared about you, and to even bring this up in this way showed how much he understood that you needed your own personal time and space. 

     As much as you liked Steve, and wanted to pursue something, anything with him that was good for your emotional and mental health, you still highly valued communication and your time. It was just how you were structured, it was how time and your life experiences had built you. And you understood what he was saying. 

     Right now, you still weren’t even sure what you wanted. You just knew that you liked this, even though it felt like a commitment. He’d flown you out after all. He really wanted to see you and be with you, and the same went for you. But you didn’t get the vibes that he was forcing you to commit or that he expected anything from you because of your amazingly unique circumstances. It would just make sense to put a label or be official… but all the same, it would make sense to just keep things playing out and enjoy your time together. 

     That didn’t have to mean you were just fooling around, because you got the feeling that you both took each other quite seriously in the relationship area of life, exclusive or not. And it had been on your mind as well, but you were just living in the moment. 

     You finally replied, a small smile on your face, placing a consoling hand on Steve’s chest,

     “Thank you, Stevie. Really, it means the most to me, you coming to me like this. And everything you’re saying makes complete sense to me.” You gave him a short, sweet kiss on his jawline. “And honestly, I can tell you were still a little nervous to bring this up to me. But there’s no reason for you to be. I want you, there’s no doubt about that. And I really respect your traditional tendencies. And I feel like even though we’ve only known each other in person for so long, we’ve been talking for quite some time. I feel like I know you well.”

     “So do I,” Steve grinned, almost letting out a sigh of relief as he listened to your words.

     “And I really am open for anything. I think, these days though, I’m just trying to live in the present. I’m gonna be with you, whether I’m officially your girlfriend or not. I’m not obsessed with labels right now, and neither are you. Being asked officially would just be a nice little perk to what we already have. So I’m not in a rush. But I’m also not at all against it. I’d love to call myself your girlfriend one day. It’s our call.”

Steve nodded, grinning stupidly to himself. To hear those words was so reassuring. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, and he was glad you felt the way you did, though he wouldn’t have been upset if you felt any other way. He just wanted to be with you, the same way you just wanted to be with him. You were comfortable enough with each other not to feel like you needed to rush into anything exclusive, and also comfortable enough to be able to put a label on what you had and move on accordingly. 

     “Our call. I like the sound of that.”

     “Yeah? Me too,” you agreed— unity over one person wearing the pants in your relationship. 

If and when the time did come that Steve should ask you to be his girlfriend, you would be happy for the day—ecstatic, even. But you were comfortable enough in your own skin to just keep on living through the days. And the days with him were quite wonderful. 

No rush, just serenity. 

AHHHHHHHH!!!

it’s been done 

i hope y’all loved that :)))

tbh i think this series is gonna have 20-25 parts, 30 max. ion want it to get too crazy! there is an end in sight, but fear not, there is a lot to go <3

*tags added later*

[percywinchester27]

A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-36)

Word count: 5.6K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Feels, PTSD, fluff

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

Beta: @deanssweetheart23​​​​. Love you babe <3

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“I’ve decided I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m going home.”

“Jack!” You grabbed him by his elbow just as he turned. “You can’t abandon me!”

He looked a bit terrified. “I can’t do this, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure you can. Jody is awesome and you’re so cute. I know she will like you.”

Jack did not look convinced. A tiny part of you was nervous with him. He was about to meet his girlfriend's mom for the first time. After calling Sam to tell him that you were up for the picnic, the wild optimism in his voice had you wearing out the carpet of your living room, freaking out about messing it up- for Sam and for Max. As a last resort, you had knocked on your neighbour’s door and convinced Jack to accompany you. As it turned out, Claire had been after him for a while to meet her family, and Jack being Jack was worrying the hell out of it. 

Now, you stood in front of the gate of your building, waiting for Sam to come pick you up, and not letting each other chicken out of this situation. That’s what friends did. 

“It’s not just Jody,” Jack admitted. “It’s also your husband.”

Your heart still lurched at the word. “Sam? What about him?”

Jack groaned, rolling his head. “I don’t know. You’re our Y/N… and then suddenly we find out you’re married. I really want to like him, but he’ll take you away from us.”

You were touched by his words, and the innocence in them. “No one can take me away. In fact, this is just my grand scheme to make sure that you’re stuck with me for life now. I’ve been slowly getting you hooked to the cookies. Soon there will come a day when you’ll realise you can't live without them. And then you just can’t get rid of me. It’ll be too late.”

Jack smiled at you and slung his arm around your soldier. “It’s not the cookies we’re getting addicted to, it’s you.”

A car made the swift turn and came to a stop next to the gate, right in front of you- Sam’s sleek, black Mercedes. 

Jack let out a low whistle. “I take it all back. You get back together with this guy and adopt me. Max is so much nicer than Kevin anyway. I'll share a room with him. I’ll do the dishes everyday.”

You were crying because of laughter by the time Sam opened his door and stepped out. 

“You alright?” He asked, face startled but amused.

Nodding and gasping for breath, you made the hasty introductions. Jack gave his patented customary hand raise of a greeting with palm facing forward. Sam was going for a handshake but seeing Jack’s wave, he did the same with a smile.

From the backseat, Max called out your name. Without caring about the rest, you opened the door and got in besides him, ruffling his hair.

“Hey, Y/N, aren’t you riding shotgun?” Jack asked, voice restrained to appear casual. 

“Nah, you got it. I’m going to hangout in the back with Max.”

Jack might be looking daggers at you for throwing him under the bus, but you knew he’d live. Sam was excellent company. In the next fifteen minutes of the ride, you were proven right, because Jack was busy discussing the mysterious circumstances under which Edgar Allan Poe died, and how The murders in Rue Morgue was actually his best work. Sam was exceptionally well read and Jack was in his element with literature discussions. 

You turned to Max, showing him your basket. “Look, what I got for you- your favourite cookies and a pie!”

He let out a squeal of delight and you snuck a cookie out for him. 

The car was spotless, rich upholstery gleaming, but you knew Sam couldn’t care less if Max got crumbs on the seats. Right on track, Max dug into the cookie, not bothering about the mess. Secretly, it pleased you that you were beginning to decode their relationship.

“I didn’t know what the others would like, so I baked muffins and some savoury croissants. You think that’s okay?”

“Stop gnawing over it, Y/N,” Sam said. “Everyone’s gonna love it.”

You didn’t think he was even paying any attention to you. Course you were wrong. His eyes were melting in the rearview mirror as he smiled at you.

“Y/N woke up at 4:30 in the morning to get everything set,” Jack added.

You bent forward to look at him. “How do you know that?”

“I could hear your beater whirring. Thin walls.”

“That woke you up? I’m so sorry, Jack!”

Jack snorted. “Was she always like this?”

“Always,” said Sam, with all the warmth. You could feel the heat in your chest.

For the rest of the ride, you happily listened to Max chatter about the badminton racquet in the trunk and Claire’s home bowling set. He was such a joy to listen to when he was just being a kid and not careful. You listened very attentively, picking out the things that were only in the subtext of his words. Max loved these people- Jody, her girls and even Chase. He knew their habits and their natures like a family. Sam must have relied on them a lot and often. 

You were so lost in Max’s words, that the car was already silently cruising along the San Francisco bay. The water stretched by one side of the road. Instinctively, you tightened the grip on Max’s hand. 

Why hadn’t you thought to ask where the picnic was!

As it turned out, the place they had chosen was very serene… The little landscape was a small distance walk from the highway, secluded enough that it wasn’t frequented, but beautiful nonetheless. Tall, full trees dominated the landscape. The rich fall colours, oddly made the shade underneath brighter somehow, inviting. The shadows of the trees bleeded into an open, grassy area and ultimately into the sandy, pebbly waterline of the bay. 

You wrinkled your nose at the sight of nestled ducks. Sam smirked at you. Was he remembering the same afternoon? When you had tried to feed the ducks Sam and Dean’s epic failure of muffins?

Two girls were already laying out an assortment of food on the blanket. The blonde turned at the sound of Max’s hoots and her face brightened at the site of Jack. It was adorable. Alex still had her hand in a cast and Jody was hauling a cane chair from behind. All of them looked in a jovial mood. Maybe the whole sneaking out at night debacle was behind them. 

Alex greeted you first when you reached them. “It’s great to see you again, Mrs. Winchester.”

You felt rather than saw Sam’s eyes flash towards you. Smiling, you sat down next to her. “Y/N is just fine, Alex. You don’t have to change names all of a sudden.” 

Both she and Claire were a little wide eyed. Your situation had clearly been a topic of discussion with them. This girl they randomly knew as Max’s friend or Jack’s neighbor was now suddenly Sam’s wife. It must’ve been bizarre. After sharing a few pleasantries with Jody, you pulled out your own basket.

You had to admit, the reactions were very mollifying as they dug into the muffins, pies and croissants, moaning with closed eyes. Sam gave you a sideways smirk at their reaction.

“That’s it,” Jody declared. “You’re passing the rest of the semester for legal writing without handing in a single assignment. The muffins alone… mmm.”

“Save me some,” Sam complained. It was mostly aimed at Jody.

She scowled at him. “You stop making those eyes at me, Winchester. I’m not giving up my share.” When you giggled she turned towards you. “Did he always do that?”

“Puppy dog eyes of doom? Yeah… always.”

“You make that shit work for you in the court, don’t you? That’s how you win all of them cases,” she grumbled.

“How rude!”

You turned at the offended sound. Chase stood behind you with arms crossed over his chest. 

“You guys started eating without me?” He huffed, sitting down on your other side and turned to Max. “Your dad, I can expect that from. Since when did you turn into such an Iago?”

“I saved you the cookies,” Max said promptly, pulling the bag from behind him. There was a small furor which was mostly the girls complaining about how they didn’t know there were cookies. It ended with Chase clutching the bag to his chest.

“Flee away, children,” he said. “I need the cookies to mend my broken heart.”

“What happened to your girlfriend? Weren’t you bringing her with you?” Sam asked.

Chase threw him a very impressive shade. “She dumped me, Samuel.”

“Why?”

“She couldn’t bear that I was prettier than her.”

You suspected Chase was just playing it out for the cookies. He did not look heartbroken in the least. 

Once the food stash was considerably depleted, the girls, Jack and Max, picked up the racquets and divided their teams for Badminton. When Max insisted that you join them, Sam vehemently supported your argument of terrible hand-eye coordination. He knew and much like yourself, did not want to put other people in the way of the harm that you might inflict. In the end, only the group of four ended up on the blankets. Sam, Jody, you and Chase who was almost lying on his side, head resting on his hand, propped up on an elbow. He looked younger in a t-shirt and jeans. 

“I still can’t believe you can cook all of this by yourself! No wonder Sam didn’t want to junk the marriage.”

“Chase!” Sam admonished, mortified, but you enjoyed Chase’s unapologetic behaviour, being all too tired of people stepping on eggshells around you- especially Sam.

“No, it’s alright,” you said, grinning at Chase, who returned your grin with a wink.

“You don’t happen to have a sister, do you?” He enquired.

“Well, actually…”

“Someone other than Jo,” he added quickly. “God knows I won’t survive a minute if I went toe to toe with Dean Winchester. One Winchester is enough to keep me in line.”

Sam threw Chase his classic bitchface then went back to his conversation with Jody. Eyeing his absorption, Chase tilted his head towards the side, “Care to join me for a walk, Y/N?”

You chanced a look at Sam, who was busy discussing a faculty matter and nodded. As quietly as you could, the two of you got up and moved away. 

“So, did you end up applying? To Acton Gris, I mean?” He asked, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his pants.

“I did, the very evening. I’m trying not to be too hopeful.”

His green eyes regarded you. “Now, whyever would you do that?”

“Because I’m a realist and I know what type of competition I’m up against.”

Chase chuckled. “You’re too idealistic, Y/N. Even more than Mr. Mc-dreamy over there. Never thought I’d see him topped in that category. I’m still hopeful. Looks like I’m the only one.”

“Why do you care?” You asked. “What does it matter to you if I end up in Acton Gris or not?”

“It doesn’t. I think it would be great for your career and it’s my duty being from the same alma mater to further your cause.”

You raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “And this has nothing to do with Sam.”

Chase was quiet for a long time, watching his steps as you strolled along the waterline, a safe distance away from it. You had given up on expecting an answer and were just beginning to wonder what would be a good time to turn around and head back when he finally spoke, “I’ll admit I haven’t been your biggest fan, Y/N. Sam never said a word against you… and that is exactly what pissed me off.” 

This was in line with what you had pretty much already assumed so it didn’t come as a surprise.

“I’m telling you this because I know you ain’t a snowflake,” said Chase. “You don’t have the liberty to be a snowflake after everything you’ve been through. I also know you don’t care about my opinion of you.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” you pointed out.

He sighed. “I suggested that you try at Acton Gris not for Sam’s sake but mine. That part I told you about- how Sam’s too high up to be involved with paralegals- is one hundred percent true. But I wanted to get to know you for myself.”

“To see if I was any good for Sam?”

Chase snorted. “This whole deal makes me sound like Sam’s possessive mistress but I am protective of him… and of his boy over there. I’ve been around for the start of that story, and they’ve been hurt enough. I am cad for saying this but I just didn’t trust you enough, and Sam being Sam was pining after you from day one… it’s quite tiresome to watch.”

“And now what? You suddenly approve of me? I passed some invisible test?”

“You guys are already married, who the heck am I to set a test for you? For the majority part I was telling the truth, you know. You’d flourish at Acton Gris. It would make you happy and Sam would be over the moon. But I still want to get to know you better.” He paused. “I haven’t had the best of family life growing up. More money than I could count, but my mother ditched me and my dad before I could spell out her name. I’ve seen him miserable for all his life… and well, it gave me mommy issues to last a lifetime.” Chase winked. “So all the meddling is clearly not me projecting my childhood abandonment issues on you. Clearly!”

Chase’s blunt honesty surprised you. He owed you nothing at all. Yet here he was answering all your questions. While he was at it, you decided to ask one more.

“Now you think I won’t break Sam’s heart?”

He looked at you and shook his head lightly. “I don’t know that. What I do know is that you won’t be able to break his heart without breaking your own first. I’ve only ever wanted him to be happy. Tried setting him up with a hundred girls, the guy just wouldn’t budge. Then you come back and it’s fucking sunshine all over his face. I know when to give up.”

Oddly, you understood exactly where Chase was coming from. He was so strongly rooted in Sam’s corner, all of his thoughts were biased, even if it meant being critical and wary of you. You hadn’t tried to achieve it, but somewhere in the middle you had gained both Chase’s confidence and his liking.

“What’s it like working under Sam?” You asked, changing the topic as well as voicing a curiosity. 

Chase gave you a look. “Now or then?”

“Both,” you said after a minute.

“You’ve got to know, I used to look up to Sam when I was at Stanford- not that he knew I existed back then. He was in the final year, I was in the first, and he was everything I wanted to be- Top of his class, valedictorian, popular with the ladies. I applied at Johnson’s because of that.” He paused, continuing only after an encouraging look from you. “He was nothing like I remembered. Every time I faced him, there was a very real risk of being fired for the smallest mistake.”

Chase laughed. You did not. He was describing a Sam you couldn’t imagine, a Sam that shouldn’t have existed.

“Now he’s my best friend. At any rate, he’s about the only person who puts up with my dumb antics.”

“He puts up with a lot from a lot of people,” you murmured, absentmindedly staring at the lake. 

A small moment caught your eye. The birdy that had been flying back and forth between the girls and the boys, flew over a bit too high and far. And as a reflex, Max, his eyes up, backed away fast.

“No!” You were already running by the time you realised that the terrified scream was yours. 

“No, no… Chirp!” You shouted, but it was too late as the boy’s feet hit the wet slope. He slipped and tumbled back, rolling right into the water. 

Your legs were aching from how hurriedly you dove after him, right into the bay, lashing in the water till your hands found Max’s body. Yanking him out of the water and against your body, you backed off quickly. You cradled his body on the sandy shore, frantically checking his face, arms to make sure he was alright. Max didn’t look hurt, just shocked and a bit scared.

“Are you okay?” You asked, too loudly. Max nodded.  

Hands landed on your shoulder, your head. Voices told you to let go but you did not release Max, not till another voice murmured in your ear, “It’s alright, Y/N. He’s okay.”

You turned on Sam. “Why did you let him near water? Why weren’t you paying any attention?” You yelled, not relinquishing your hold on Max.

Sam crouched down before you, not attempting to reach out to Max, who was staring wide eyed at you. 

“What if something had happened to him?” You wiped at your tears with the back of your hand. “He’s just a little boy! How could you be so careless?”

Sam shrugged out of his jacket and carefully wrapped it around your shoulders. 

“Max is alright,” he said calmly, “You can let go of him.”

“No!”

“Y/N, you’re all wet and you’re starting to shake. Get inside the car before it gets worse.”

“But Max…”

“Max is fine,” Sam said in the same patient tone. “Look at the water, it’s not even waist deep. This side of the bay is very shallow for, at least, fifty yards and Max can swim very well.”

The realisation came very suddenly. Max had never been in any danger at all. The girls had sarongs on, maybe they had all intended a swim. You had needlessly created a scene, drenched Max more than he needed to be and yelled at Sam for being an irresponsible father.

The tears spilled over again but because of a different reason this time- shame. You let go of Max the next instant, staring pointedly at the ground.

Max turned in your lap. Small, soft hands came up to wipe away the tears from your eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said. “I won’t go near the water again.”

You threw your arms around him again and sobbed against his little neck. The people around you seemed to be closing in but you didn’t want to look up at any of them. Your heartbeat was thudding erratically against Max’s head but he didn’t make a move to leave or get up.

“C’mon, girls, start packing,” Jody ordered over you. “Give Y/N some space to breathe. You, too, lover boy!”

Four sets of feet scampered away. 

“Chase, take Max to the blankets. There’s a fresh set of clothes in his bag.”

You did not want to let go of the boy. Doing so would make you face Sam.

It seemed Max was reluctant as well, but with one look at Sam, he disentangled himself. You felt the softest brush of his lips on your cheek and then Max was walking away, his hand in Chase’s. 

Sam put both his hands against your arms and pulled you to your feet. He drew his coat tightly around you and started walking you towards his car, his palm firmly planted against your back. 

You let him, without another word as he opened the door of the passenger seat for you to get in. Sam got in on the other side and turned the heat up. Only when the car started did you shake out of the quiet.

“Wait. Max?”

“Don’t worry about him. Chase will drive him home.”

Sam’s voice betrayed no emotion. Not anger or hurt. It was as composed as the many lectures he had delivered.

Ashamed of even meeting his gaze, you tipped your head against the window, glad that the side was facing the road instead of the bay and closed your eyes. It felt like floating in bliss if you buried your emotions down- this sensation of gliding on a smooth road, the heat in the car swirling with the scent of Sam’s cologne. It felt familiar and safe. 

All too soon you were jerked awake, the car easing into the driveway and coming to a stop. It was already dark outside. Somehow you had slept through the whole ride. Your clothes were completely dry. 

“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered, his voice like velvet in the darkness. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Straightening up, you turned to face Sam who was looking down at you with concern etched on his face. Slowly, you took his hand in yours and spoke through a hoarse voice, looking at them. “Please forgive me.” Those three words did not even begin to cover the regret you felt over what had happened. You were an outsider, looking in on Sam’s life with this strange hunger and desire. You wanted to be a part of his little family so bad, but you weren’t yet. You didn’t know Max the way Sam did, did not understand Max’s choices, and the thoughts behind them. You did not have a right to him or Sam. Ignoring all of that, you had yelled at Sam, the way a wife would yell at her husband for neglecting their child. But, Sam wasn’t neglecting Max. Max wasn’t your son and you were barely Sam’s wife. 

“It was thoughtless and stupid to raise my voice at you and say those words. I forgot that Max belongs to you, that you could never be careless towards him. I had no right to yell at you in front of everyone.” 

Maybe it was all for good. Let Sam see what you were capable of. If he saw the truth of how broken you were, maybe he would stop wanting you in his life. Everyone knew how hysteric you could get now. So much for Jody rooting for you. So much for Chase’s hopes of Sam getting to be happy. They all saw you for who you truly were. 

“You remember what I told you the other night?” Sam asked. “When you came over and we sat by the swing?”

The lightness of his voice made you look up. He should be angry, at least, pissed.

“I told you that I didn’t care what people thought about us.”

“Doesn’t justify what I did… How it must’ve looked...”

“You know how it looked to me?”

Sam’s eyes were clear, no resentment in them. “To me it looked like you ran to protect my son without caring for your life. You didn’t know the water wasn’t deep, you can’t swim and you’re fucking terrified of water. I’m not even talking about what the cold does to you. Why on earth would I care about how this looks to anyone else?”

You were transfixed by the depth of his words.

“Those people either love you or love me. I’m sure they saw it no differently than how I see it.”

“What about Max? I must’ve scared him so bad.” The poor boy hadn’t said anything except apologise to you for stepping in the water. It hadn’t been his fault.

Sam pursed his lips. “I wouldn’t worry too much about him. I think he’s concerned about you the most.”

You put your head in your hands, weary. The fear was still an echo in your stomach despite the sleep, and it was getting stronger every minute- what if something had happened to Max?

“Can I ask you something?” Sam sounded hesitant.

“Mhmm.”

“Do you remember what you said right before you jumped in the water?”

You frowned, trying to remember. “Wasn’t I calling out to Max?” There had been no time to say anything or do anything else.

Sam’s face was tender as he said, “Yeah, you were calling out to Max.”

What a weird thing to ask! You tried harder, failing to remember what Sam was talking about.

Lights flared up behind. You leaned back, not realising just how close you were to Sam. The car coming from behind came to a halt at the start of the driveway. The doors opened and Max and Jack spilled out from either sides. Jack reached your door first. He opened it and pulled you into a hug without waiting for you to turn.

“Hey, hey, I’m okay.”

“You were shaking so bad.” 

It was actually nothing compared to what Jack could have witnessed if Sam hadn’t whisked you off into the car and in front of a heater.

Chase’s reaction was a bit more subdued. He looked worried about how you were doing and wasn’t his usual boisterous self. When Sam invited him for dinner, he took a raincheck. So did Jack. Once, Chase had driven away, Sam looked at you expectantly, but you just shook your head. You had intruded on their time too much already. 

You crouched down to Max’s level who was uncharacteristically quiet. “I scared you today, didn’t I?”

Max didn’t say anything. He placed the back of his hand against your forehead and then under your jaw.

“I’m alright, sweetie,” you assured him. 

Max hugged you around the neck, and you hugged back tightly just for a second. You would jump inside a hundred lakes a hundred times without a single thought if it meant Max would be safe.

“I love you,” Max whispered very quietly in your ear. You were sure no one else had heard it.

Just as quietly, you whispered back. “I love you, too, my little boy.”

“Get inside, Max,” Sam said. “Wash your hands and change out of your clothes. I’ll be there in a minute to run the bath for you.”

With a small sigh, Max went inside, but not before giving you a smile.

“I’ll wait for you right outside the gate,” Jack told you. “It was great meeting you, Sam.”

“Likewise,” said Sam.

You watched Jack almost run out of sight. 

“Cool kid,” Sam muttered, eyes in the same direction.

You sighed. “I can’t believe I ruined the picnic and put a damper on everyone’s mood.”

“C’mere.” Sam gently pulled you to him, so that your body was leaning against his. One hand was curled around your shoulder and his other hand was against your lower back. You could feel the tips on his fingers against the little skin exposed between the hem of your shirt and the waistband of your pants. It sent a thrill through your body. “It’s like you have to find something to worry about all the time. Quit doing that. Everyone’s just glad that you’re okay. We’ll do this again sometime, alright? We can push Chase in the water next time.”

You snorted.

“And don’t worry about the yelling. You know I always liked it when you got bossy like that.”

Sam’s words made you giggle.

“There’s my girl.” His warm breath washed over your face. 

What you did next was inexcusable. Without warning, you were reaching up on the tips of your toes, kissing him. Sam was surprised, his hands left your body, but you threw yours around his neck, raising yourself up against his tall frame. He was so shocked that he lost his balance and fell back against the wall next to his door. You did not give up, sucking on his lower lip, feeling the roll of his muscles under your hand.

Sam let out a primal sound and the next second you were turning, it was your back to the wall now. He hoisted you up against the surface by your waist with one hand, hitching your leg around his waist. The other hand tangled in your hair as his mouth worked hard against yours. His taste was heady, intoxicating and the way he was kissing you was enough to make you forget where you were, what you were doing. It would make you forget your own name. The hand at your waist travelled under the hem of your shirt, clutching at the skin on your lower back, and his lips started to travel downwards, sucking, biting, along your chin to your jaw and back down again to the column of your neck. Sam wasn’t gentle… and as you gasped, indecently, eyes closed, you didn’t want him to be gentle either. 

No, you wanted him to be rougher, go harder and never stop.

“Daaaaaadd!” Max sang from the inside and the two of your sprang apart. Your feet landed on the ground with resounding reality. 

"Coming," he said, voice thick.

Sam bent down, hands on his knees, gasping hard.

“Oops!” You muttered. 

He looked up at you with a boyish grin, face flushed, looking years younger.

“I better go,” you said, biting your lip. “Jack’s waiting for me.”

You wanted nothing more than for him to ask you to stay and by the looks of it, he wanted the exact same thing.

“Uhhh yeah…” Sam huffed, shifting slightly, trying to adjust his jeans furtively. That made your face grow hotter. 

“Bye!” You ducked out of the porch, not looking back, least you should turn around and attack him again. What had gotten into you to react so wildly? That must’ve been highly inappropriate! 

A small voice in your head told you that it was anything but inappropriate… technically, at least.

Jack’s face lit up when he saw you and then it immediately dropped.

“What happened?”

“Y-Your hair!” He muttered, looking anywhere but at you.

“Oh!” It was mussed up in all directions. Hurriedly, you ran your fingers through it, hoping for some semblance. “Sorry.”

After a minute, Jack sneaked a glance and then smiled impishly. “I’m sorry. It’s just the idea of you making out with someone gives me the heebies… You’re like my sister!” He screwed up eyes into slits to show the cringe.

You laughed.

At the door, Jack gave you another hug. “I gotta say, Y/N, I wasn’t convinced about this whole Sam business before today. Neither was Kev. You know we would always support you with whatever you decided, but seeing you with him was very relieving. I won’t worry again.”

It was heartening, how much everyone cared for you. 

You had to take a cold shower once inside, despite your composition. It was regretful, because the water washed away the remnants of Sam’s smell off of you. Idly, you wondered if you could steal the shirt he had lent you and keep it for yourself, climb into it when you went to bed like you used to. 

The shower was necessary to reign in the utter chaos that was your brain. The evening had been eventful enough, but what had happened on Sam’s porch? How were you ever going to keep your hands away from him now? Abstaining was your idea to begin with. Sam had bared his heart to you, and this was your decision to keep your hands to yourself till you said the three words back to him.

So much for self control. But the way he’d looked at you, angels would have fallen for less. You were only a human. Besides, nothing would ever compare to the feeling of Sam’s lips, his fingers digging in your back, his body pressed against yours. 

You got into the bed, missing the warmth of his body when your phone pinged. Rolling on your stomach, you reached out to grab it from the nightstand praying the text was from the one person you wanted it to be from. It was.

*I missed that. I missed us*

Hugging the phone to your chest, you sighed like a teenager back from her first kiss. The incidence with water should have shaken you, the way you were wrecked anytime you got drenched, instead you were laying in bed grinning like an idiot.

*I missed us, too*

His reply was instantaneous. 

*It’s been a while…*

What an idiot! You knew what he was implying. As if he could ever be less than perfect at anything, especially at that.

You typed your response quickly. 

*Oh, Mr. Winchester, you always knew how to show a girl a good time*

The tightening in your stomach which refused to go away despite the cold shower was proof enough. Your skin still tingled. 

*That’s comforting… and encouraging ;)*

Yes, it was going to be really hard to go back to keeping your hands off each other now. Being around him was like breaking dams. Once you broke one, it was impossible to put that barrier back up again. The class tomorrow was going to be excruciating. For tonight, you let the wildest fantasies mingled with old memories take up all of your brain space. Even if it left you writhing in your sheets.

*Good night, Mr. Winchester*

You saw the three dots following one another and then disappearing as Sam typed. Once, twice, thrice. Finally the little pop up bubble appeared.

*Good night, Mrs. Winchester. I love you* 

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A/N 2: I quite like this part. Gave me the chance to explore how delicate, confusing, dependent and volatile emotions can be at the same time. I think if I hadn’t had the backing of 35 chapters, I’d never be able to pull of the conversations in this chapter, Sam, Chase, Jack... all of them. They wouldn’t have been as funny, emotional or exciting. That’s just me thinking maybe.

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[pleasantanathema]

Eight and Ten with Bakugo for the follower event? I’m already excited

A/N: I do not, I repeat, I do not know where this came from...but I honestly kinda like it 😋 

Bakugou: “Oh the things I’d do to that pretty mouth,” “that’s a kink I never knew I had”

           Katsuki couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, having to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself grounded in reality and not daydreams. The way your pretty lips wrapped around the yellow popsicle was absolutely tantalizing and phallic. He had subconsciously moved his hand to his pants, not quite sure if it was to cover the growing bulge of his cock, or to palm at it and keep the subtle stimulation growing. You weren’t aware of his gaze, too busy smiling at Mina as you talked and sunned your legs from underneath that scandalously short, breezy dress. Katsuki would’ve fucking paid for a gust of wind right now, not just to cool him from the summer heat, but to have it blow that little dress up so he could catch a glimpse of what was hidden underneath.

            A handful of class 1-A graduates had convened at a local park for a summertime picnic. Picnics were fucking stupid, he told himself as he arrived earlier, feet shuffling as he plopped down next to Kirishima on a blanket. Nothing fun ever happened at a goddamn picnic, but he was quickly proven wrong. He had always liked you, found you particularly pretty and far less annoying than most of his other classmates, but never had he seen you look so unintentionally sexy. Sure, other girls had popsicles of varying colors and were sucking away to find a reprieve from the heat, but none of them hollowed their cheeks so…sublimely as you did. He could watch you do that all day, bob your lovely little head back and forth, pink tongue wrapping around the width of his cock popsicle.

           Soon Mina left you all alone on your blanket, choosing to annoy Sero while rummaging through her picnic basket. You huffed, placing the popsicle you had been nursing into your mouth, holding it gently between your teeth as you stretched your arms above your head to work out the ache of sitting on the grass. As you stretched, you caught a glimpse of red eyes across from you, but they quickly darted away as you noticed them. Katsuki was the closest to you in your little picnic formation, even though right now there was really no one near you since Mina had left. He was probably only ten feet away, and you could’ve sworn you heard him curse when you glanced at him. Was he watching you?

           You smirked, pulling the popsicle from your lips with a very wet, loud pop. His ears twitched at the sound, vermillion gaze returning to you. Oh yes, you realized, he was watching you. You teasingly ran your tongue up the length of the popsicle, a catlike grin spreading across your features as you noted how he observed you. You saw his thick hand clench at the front of his pants, and you realized just what you were getting yourself into.

           “The things I would do to that pretty mouth,” Katsuki grumbled to himself, angry that you had caught him, but fucking thrilled that you continued to lick at the slowly melting popsicle.

           He nearly exploded when he saw you glance around at the group of people, making sure none of their focus was on you, as you spread your legs, settling the edge of your dress back just enough to where he could peak underneath. His cock was now fully hard, straining against his boxers and begging to be stroked. He groaned softly as your fingers dipped below your dress to stroke at your underwear. Fuck, he was going to get up right then, pull you away and absolutely rail you somewhere, at least that’s what he had decided before your fingers actually slipped underneath your panties. He worried his lower lip with his teeth, glancing up to your face to find you smirking, lips returning to suck the popsicle as your fingers began to play within your wet heat.

           His eyes widen farther than he thought they could when you began to pump two of your fingers into yourself so blatantly in public. He couldn’t take his attentions from you, desperately clutching at his cock as saw little flashes of of pussy from between your legs as your fingers moved. You were as lazy as the summer heat, even pulling your fingers out of yourself to instead spread your folds so he could gaze at your dripping cunt. You giggled to yourself at the expression on his face, but you moaned as you noticed the muscles flex in his powerful arm as he began to pump his cock from over his pants.

            You quickly pulled your fingers from between your legs as Mina returned, crossing them like nothing had been happening. You chuckled, keeping your eyes locked on his as you dipped your fingers between your lips, lapping at your own slick as your eyes rolled back like you fucking loved the taste of your own cum more than the popsicle.

           That was it, that was fucking it. Katsuki hopped to his feet at lightning speed, angrily adjusting himself in his pants as he marched towards you. You knew what you had done, and you didn’t want to have to explain it to anyone else. You rose to your feet, grinning at Katsuki as he approached you.

           “Walk?” You asked sweetly.

           Katsuki glared down at your group of friends, daring anyone to ask why he was taking a walk with you.

           “Walk.” He hissed, roughly pulling your elbow as he led you away. The moment you were out of sight from anyone, tucked away in a thicket of trees and bushes, he ripped the popsicle from your fingers, stomping it to the ground.

           “I have something much better for you to suck on, sweetheart.”

           You dropped to your knees expectantly, and he marveled at your eagerness.

           “That’s a kink I never knew I had,” he grunted, pulling his thick, straining cock from its confines, “watching a girl finger herself in public.”

           “Or is it popsicles?” You smirked, taking him into your hand and lapping kitten licks against the wide head of his cock. He didn’t answer you, only shoved himself deep within the hot depths of your mouth. You moaned around him, happily sucking him off as he grumbled to himself about fucking popsicles.

[kalimagik]

Notice

Based off of the song “Notice” by Thomas Rhett

Fred Weasley x Reader

~4,500

Warnings: None – LOTS of Fluff

A/N: This is my first time posting a fic on here and I’m just now deciding to take a stab at sharing them! I write a lot for the HP fandom and then also for the Marvel Fandom and Tom Holland, so be on the look out for fics later. Please like, comment, or reblog if you enjoy this fic so I can decide whether I want to post more of my work! Happy Reading <3 

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Fred’s head had been in the clouds recently. He and George had been focusing so much on their booming business that he hadn’t focused on much else. That being said, his girlfriend was feeling a little left out.

“Fred, can’t we just hang out today? No business stuff?” Y/N asked with big, pleading eyes.

“Y/N/N, this is really important. Everyone is wanting our products and I can’t just leave George to send them out by himself. I’ve got to go!”

“Fred, can I talk to you for five minutes without your mind on business? Can you give me that time?” Y/N conceded.

“I can do 5 minutes,” Fred smirked. He reached out to pull her in, assuming they would spend that 5 minutes snogging. Y/N put a quick stop to it.

“No, Fred. I want to talk to you.”

 “Oh, okay. I’m listening.”

“Are you though? You’re spaced out in every conversation we have. I tell you this almost every year. But, you don’t seem to hear all the words I say, let alone spend time with me and it makes me miss you even when I’m sitting next to you. You’ve been acting so easily distracted. I just wish you could focus. I love you, Fred and I’ll always support you, but it’s been a hard year already without you nowhere around.”

Fred watched her eyes, he wished he could say all the ways he did see her and notice her, but he didn’t know how. He knew having Umbridge around was not easy for anyone, but he hadn’t realized how tough it must’ve been on Y/N while he was trying to lift everyone else’s spirits with that toad around.

“That’s all I have to say. Go help George now.”

Y/N stood up and left Fred’s room. She probably was going to find her friends, Angelina and Alicia. It wasn’t until she shut the door that Fred spoke. “No, wait, don’t go!” She didn’t hear him though.

Fred dropped face down onto his bed. He must’ve been like that for too long because George burst into the room looking for him.

“Oi! Freddie! You were supposed to meet me at the Honeydukes passageway 15 minutes ago! I couldn’t sneak all that contraband in by myself!”

Fred just groaned in response.

“What’s up with you, mate?” George asked.

“Y/N was in here.”

“Don’t you, oh, I don’t know, like her? So her being in here is a good thing?”

“It is. I love her, you know that Georgie.”

“I do know that. I just like to think I’m the only one you love,” George snickered.

“Well, she feels as though I haven’t been paying attention to her. Which now that I think about it, I haven’t. But when I’m with her, there are just all these amazing little things about her.” Fred threw his hands over his face.

“There are little things about Y/N other than just her being Y/N?” George asked in a stupid sarcastic manner.

“Of course there are you, git!” Fred threw a pillow at George.

“Mhmmm, I’m not sure.” George rubbed his chin. “She’s been one of our best friends since childhood. I can’t look at her without thinking about her running around the Burrow with a gnome biting her finger.”

 George’s memory made Fred laugh at the image now in his head.

“You’re blind then. Have you ever noticed how she brushes her hair out of her E/C eyes or the way she blushes when she drinks red wine. Then there’s the way that she smiles whenever she tries to bend the truth. That’s why we never let her make up the lies. She definitely doesn’t think I notice all of those muggle songs she sings underneath her breath and how she tears up whenever we all hide in the Astronomy Tower and watch the sunset. Of course there’s that super cute way at parties when she dances just like she’s the only one in the room. She doesn’t think I see all those beautiful things, but I do.”

“Why don’t you tell her that? Doesn’t seem that hard. It’s not like it’s when you were first trying to ask her out. You’ve already been dating for 3 years,” George pointed out.

“But I already blew her off today and told her I had to help you.”

“You idiot, go find her. I’ll get Lee to help me. He doesn’t have a girlfriend and obviously isn’t doing anything.”

“You sure? I told you I’d help you today,” Fred reminded him.

“Dude. I had to come find you after you left me hanging for 15 minutes. Go get your girl.”

 Fred didn’t need anything else. He bolted from the room and out to find his girlfriend. Unfortunately, it was a nice spring day, so students were all over the castle, inside and outside. Fred checked the courtyard, the library, the Great Hall, near Hagrid’s hut, everywhere. Where the heck were they? Where was she?

 “Angelina! That’s horrible!”

 Fred’s head ripped around towards the sound of Y/N’s voice. Her laugh was so angelic as she giggled at whatever Angelina was doing. That’s when he saw her. Sitting beneath a tree near Black Lake with her two best friends. They had their books, but obviously weren’t studying. She was smart enough though, Fred thought, she didn’t really need to study.

“Fred?” Y/N questioned when she saw him.

He must’ve been standing and staring for a good minute before she noticed him and he started to move towards her.

“I thought you were busy with George today?” Y/N asked as Fred sat next to her.

“He decided he could handle it by himself. What’s going on here?”

As Angelina and Alicia filled Fred in on what they had been talking about, Fred pulled Y/N in next to him. He sat with the conversation and let the other two go on a tangent before whispering into Y/N’s ear.

“You know, babe. I don’t know why I forgot to mention to you, but at that party last night you were looking drop-dead.”

He saw a small flush of pink on her cheeks as she tried to seem still interested in the conversation.

Fred continued, “If I’m being honest, it wasn’t even a contest. You were the center of attention.”

“Don’t you think so too Y/N?” Alicia asked suddenly.

“What? Oh– oh yeah!” She had no idea what she was agreeing too.

“But you know, I’m such a jokester that if I had to say every time you looked amazing, you’d think I was joking.”

Alicia and Angelina both broke out laughing, so Y/N quickly joined in with a flush still across her cheeks at Fred’s words. Fred chuckled too, but not with Angelina and Alicia. He chuckled because Y/N was so cute.

The conversation picked up again and so did Fred’s whispers. “I brag about you when I’m not around you and you don’t even know it. Every time you catch  me staring at you, I was probably just gushing about you, love. Honest.”

Y/N had felt herself getting more antsy the entire time. What could she even say back to this right now!

Angelina stopped Alicia in the middle of her sentence. She then looked over at the cozy Fred and Y/N.

“You seem quite uninterested in our conversation.”

 “I’m sorry, Ang. I can pay attention.”

Angelina and Alicia looked at Y/N with knowing eyes. They knew how distracted Fred had been and how hurt Y/N had been by it.

“No, you two go spend some time together,” Alicia chuckled. “Ang and I are just enough company with each other. Go,” she pushed.

“Why thank you ladies!” Fred smirked as he stood up and offered his hand to Y/N so that she could stand up. Fred took her hand and pulled her away to a different end of Black Lake.

“Okay, sit here. I’m going to be right back!” Fred told her.

“What? You’re leaving me here? We just got away!” Y/N was surprised but still laughing. She always was when it came to Fred.

“Just trust me, okay?” Fred asked gently.

“Okay…But you better come back!”

“I will, love. I couldn’t just leave your beautiful self here!” He leaned down to kiss her lips before walking away.

Fred rushed up to the castle and in through the doors of the Great Hall. He was on a mission for something spontaneous.

He made his way to the entrance of the kitchens and tickled the pear that opened the portrait.

“Hello Hogwarts elves! It’s your favorite Weasley!”

All of the little house elves rushed forward.

“Hello! Master Weasley! How can we help you! Can we get some food for you? What would you like?” The questions were being flown at him and the food was already being prepared.

“I could use some food, but not the usual for Georgie and I! I need a picnic basket and a romantic meal. I’m doing something romantic for my girlfriend and need the best!”

The elves all gave a little squeal of excitement and starting chattering. Dobby walked up to Fred and started speaking in his high voice.

“Mister Fred is a very sweet boyfriend for Miss Y/N. She’s a very nice girl Dobby thinks.”

“Thank you Dobby! She’s the best girl!” the red head grinned, throwing a wink at the elf.

“Here you go, Mister Weasley!” another elf piped up, handing a basket to Fred.

“Thank you very much, tiny elves! As always, it is much appreciated!” Fred waved as he rushed back to the portrait.

Emerging back onto the grounds, Fred looked to the spot where he left Y/N. She sat there, obviously in a day dream. She was sprawled out on the grass, looking at the sky and playing with a flower in her hand.

But, Fred’s footsteps must’ve made some noise because she sat up on her elbows as he made his way over to her.

“I was starting to think you’d left me out here to go help George or something,” she laughed.

He knew she was joking, but her words did feel like a stab for a moment. He forgot that she was feeling unattended to at the moment.

“I could never just leave you hanging like that. And I come bearing gifts!” He was pushing through. He was making this all up to her.

“Whatcha got there stud?” she giggled.

“I brought food. In a picnic basket!” 

“All of this for me?” she threw up her hands in the air as Fred sat down next to her and pulled him close to peck his lips. “How sweet of you!”

“What can I say, the house elves really out did themselves this time! It’s a surprise opening!”

“They really love you down there,” Y/N chuckled as she opened the basket to pull out plates and forks. “They put everything in here!”

“You should have seen them when I told them it was for you. They got all excited and went right to work,” Fred laughed loudly as he pulled out and started to serve food. “I even watched one of my favorite elves put some red wine in there.”

The house elves really out did themselves this time. They put in a tart for dessert. The main meal was a pot pie with broccoli, rolls, and fruit. 

“I’m so full that I could burst!” Y/N stretched out and laid on the grass. “Ohhh! Freddie! Look at the stars! They’re so beautiful!”

Fred smiled widely as he looked over at her before laying down beside her.

“I think I can find something more beautiful,” Fred egged.

Y/N turned to him, a grin large on her face. Her E/C eyes sparkled in the moonlight and Fred was so glad that George convinced him to play hooky today.

“You’re more beautiful than any stars,” Fred said softly.

“Oh shush. There are millions of stars up there and they’ve been burning for years!” Y/N explained.

“I don’t think I will ever understand why you know so much muggle science.”

“It’s interesting! That’s why!” Y/N playfully hit him as she turned on her side.

 “Do you want any more wine, love?” Fred sat up, getting the bottle.

“Yes please! That house elf threw in my favorite,” Y/N smiled, handing him her glass. She really couldn’t stop smiling.

Fred poured a proper amount into the glass. Finally, he was doing what his mother had been teaching him all these years. 

“Y/N/N?” 

“Yes, Freddie?” Y/N giggled, taking a sip. He watched as her cheeks turned slightly pinker while she sipped.

“I’m sorry that I’ve not given you the proper attention for the last few months.”

“It’s okay. I overreacted. You are doing so well and I am so proud of you! You know that right, so proud. I still love all of this though,” she giggled as she motioned over to the leftovers of the picnic.

“You’re blushing,” Fred said softly. He didn’t mean to change the subject. He just couldn’t stop thinking about all those little things. 

“Merlin! It’s this wine. It always does this to me!”

“Each time your H/C hair gets in your E/C eyes, you push it away in this very specific way. You blush every time you drink red wine, you blush. It doesn’t happen with white wine, just red wine. I’ve realized after all these years that you always smile when you try to bend the truth, so you never are the one who can cover for us during a prank. It doesn’t even matter if you were the mastermind. I’ve also noticed all the songs you sing underneath your breath and the fact that you still tear up at the sunset over Black Lake.”

“Freddie? Why are you saying all these things?” 

“Wait, wait. My favorite is definitely how you always dance like you’re the only one in the room. We could have been studying, but if your favorite song comes on, you’re always up dancing. It doesn’t matter who else is there. It’s just you in your own little world. It’s perfect.”

Fred watched as Y/N’s eyes began to water, but she was still smiling and doing that lip biting thing that drove him crazy.

“I see all those things and I keep on falling for you every night, over and over again. It’s all my fault that I don’t remind you every day of your life. You’re perfect to me.”

“I love you, Fred.”

“I love you so, so much, Y/N. So much.” Fred felt the need to whisper so that his words were only for her.

 Fred sat there, feeling content, Y/N’s hand in his own.

“I’m really happy right now,” Y/N said, breaking the silence.

“Let’s do something crazy,” Fred said suddenly. 

“Crazy?”

“Out of this world. No one would see it coming, but it’s just right.”

“What are you talking about Fred? You’re talking nonsense,” Y/N laughed, sitting up to look at the boy straight on.

“We’re almost done at Hogwarts.”

“Yes? Good observation there!”

“We should get married,” Fred said bluntly.

“Married?! Fred, we’re so young. We haven’t even graduated yet!” Y/N blurted.

“We will be soon. George and I’s business is doing well. We have enough money to start a shop, I can get you a ring! We’ll do everything right!”

“That’s crazy!” Y/N couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking.

“That’s the point! It’s spontaneous. It’s what our whole relationship has been! It’s perfect!” Fred argued.

They weren’t fighting, but they weren’t having a calm conversation. Fred’s heart was pounding and Y/N’s head was spinning.

“Think about it. I could get you a ring. We can tell everyone over Easter Break. You’re still coming to my house for Easter Break right?”

“Fred. Slow down. Do you hear yourself? What would our parents say?”

“My mother would expect something like this of me. Plus, she loves you. Always says you are the best thing that could happen to me,” Fred shrugged. “I think it’s a great idea.”

“Of course you do, you’re the crazy one that is suggesting this. Do I have to remind you? We are seventeen?”

“I do know that. Look at you being the smart one. We are seventeen, which means we’re of age and old enough to apparate, so in my opinion, that means we’re old enough to get married! We’re adults,” Fred didn’t even stop to think.

As crazy as this was, Fred knew that it was what he wanted. It’s what he’s wanted for a long time even if he didn’t know it until he said it.

 “Obviously if you don’t want to do it, but I will still be buying a ring. I do have the money for it.”

 Fred watched Y/N’s thinking face form. Her brow creased, her lips were puckered, and her nose was scrunched. It was precious. It only appeared when she was making important decisions. Her studying face was different.

“Okay,” Y/N said finally.

“What?’ Fred wasn’t sure if he heard his ears correctly.

“I said okay. Let’s do it. Let’s be crazy. We already are pretty crazy, but let’s top every other bit of crazy.”

“Really?” Fred still wasn’t sure. She didn’t normally go along with his wilder ideas.

“Do you want me to change my mind?” Y/N chuckled.

“No! Not at all. We’re getting married. We’re getting…married.” Fred was repeating.

 “You still have to ask me when you get a ring though.”

“Of course I will! I would propose to you a million times.” Fred jumped up to one knee.

“You don’t need to propose now, love. Let’s wait until you have that ring you keep talking about,” she winked.

“I love you,” Fred breathed out.

“I love you too, Freddie. We’re going to be crazy together!” Y/N squealed.

Fred couldn’t stop smiling. He picked Y/N up off the grass and brought her into his arms.

“You’re a goon, you know that?” Y/N whispered.

“I’m your goon though!” He laughed as he placed his lips on her. It was pure bliss.

“We’re getting married,” Y/N spoke when she pulled away. 

“We’re getting married.” Fred agreed.

“One condition. Don’t tell anyone until we get truly engaged. Not even George. Can you do that?”

“It’s our secret!” Fred crossed his heart to show his promise.

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 Three months had passed and Fred was packing his bags for the Burrow. All the Weasleys were going to be there in addition to Harry and Hermione, and of course, Y/N.

 He had ordered Y/N’s ring through owl service a month earlier. He was all secret about getting the catalogue and ordering it. He wanted it to be a surprise. She only wore it sometimes because they hadn’t told too many people. They wanted the families to know first.

George did know however. Fred spilled it nearly 3 days after the couple had decided. When Fred broke the news to Y/N that George knew, George had already made enough hints that Y/N knew that George knew. She figured he would be the first to find out.

“Hey love, you almost ready?” Y/N bounded into the boys’ room without knocking. It had become a habit of hers. She was not afraid of seeing anything.

“I am. Just a few more things for the week.”

“Go get them and I’ll finish with your bag!” Y/N moved over to the bed and picked up Fred’s clothes to place in the bag.

“That’s a shiny rock you got there,” Fred smirked when he caught a look at her finger.

 “Isn’t it pretty?” Y/N beamed. She was so excited about this even though she was so unsure when he had first asked.

“I think your fiancé has pretty good taste if I do say so myself…”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the comment before responding with a sarcastic one of her own. “I think so, but I’m not sure if he picked it out or if his brother did,” she winked.

Fred was soon packed and the group piled as many people as possible into a train car. Y/N put her ring away again, but it was nearby for their arrival. 

When the whole crew arrived at the Burrow, everyone rushed inside. Mrs. Weasley was so excited to have everyone home. She hated having the empty house. Even Charlie and Bill made their way there. Percy didn’t, but that was something the family didn’t talk about.

Y/N and Fred stood outside the door. Fred took Y/N’s hand into his own and squeezed it lightly. “Are you ready for this, love?” 

“I’m more excited to be your wife eventually, but telling the family is a close second.” Y/N took her hand back from Fred’s for just a moment to pull the engagement ring out of her pocket and slip it onto her finger. Fred took her left hand back the moment she was done.

“What is taking you two so long?” Ron called, coming up to the door. “Mum refuses to serve dinner until everyone is at the table and I’m starving!”

“Ready?” Fred asked.

“As I’ll ever be!” Y/N beamed.

The moment they walked in the door, Mrs. Weasley was on the couple.

“Ohhh! Y/N! I’m so happy you’re here! You do not visit us enough!” Mrs. Weasley wrapped the girl in a big hug.

 “It’s not like I’m your son and am coming home for the first time in months too.” Fred rolled his eyes.

“Of course I’m happy to see you too, Fred, but you keep this girl too far from us. We must see her more often.”

“Mum, you have other guests too, not just Y/N.”

“Oh, pish posh. Now, come in your two! Dinner is ready.”

Fred pulled out the chair for Y/N so she could sit next to him. He was truly surprised that no one had noticed the ring yet.

“Now, everyone fill me in on the last few months,” Mr. Weasley stated as everyone began putting food on their plates.

“School is boring. Umbridge is a toad. Nothing totally new.” Ron droned as Harry nodded in agreement.

“Oi, I think Fred and Y/N should go next,” George piped up when Ginny opened her mouth to speak. She immediately shut it.

“What has been new with the two of you?” Mrs. Weasley asked, extremely interested. She was finally sitting down with the rest of them.

“Well, we sort of have an announcement,” Y/N started, glaring at George for bringing it up already. “Fred? Do you want to finish?” Y/N pleaded. She had no idea what she wanted to say and Fred could tell. He didn’t quite know what he was going to say, but he would figure it out.

“We do. Thank you Georgie for that grand introduction. If everyone would just let me finish and not interrupt, this will go smoothly.”

Fred looked around to make sure that everyone nodded in agreement. 

“A few months ago, we decided to do something crazy. It was my idea, the craziest ones usually are, but I decided to marry Y/N and she concurred!”

Y/N bashfully smiled as she lifted her left hand to show off the ring. There were quiet gasps mixed in with the overwhelming silence. Y/N broke the silence effectively.

“We know we’re young. At least I know we’re young,” she giggled, “but, we don’t have to get married now or anytime soon–”

“Hopefully sooner than later,” Fred interrupted. 

“Frrred,” Y/N emphasized, “just thought this was a good idea and I’m apparently crazy enough to happily go along with it!”

“It’s a great idea!” Fred broke in. “What does everyone think?” he asked.

“You mean that you two are engaged?” Ron’s mouth was hung open.

 “You’ve been engaged for over a month?” Charlie followed.

 “How didn’t we know?!” Ginny squealed. At least she was smiling.

“You’re still in school though. Where will you live?” Hermione piped up. She seemed concerned.

“You mean…” Mrs. Weasley began. She was silent for a moment before she continued. Fred felt Y/N grab his hand quickly. She squeezed so hard that he knew she was nervous.

“Mum? Could you finish that thought?” Fred asked.

“Oh, sorry! You mean that Y/N is going to be my daughter? Oh! This is so fantastic!” she yelled. The blur that was Molly Weasley was out of her seat and descending on the couple quicker than anyone else could move.

“It’s good to see who Mum’s favorite child is, even though she didn’t even give birth to Y/N,” George mumbled. Everyone laughed and followed Molly in congratulating the couple.

Easter Break was going to be a great one. Fred could now tell the world he was engaged to the most perfect girl in the world. He got excited when Arthur pulled out the red wine. He’d just to see that cute way that Y/N blushed when she drank it. He noticed it. And now that they were going to get married, he would get to notice even more little things about her.

Looking around at his family and the girl he loved, this moment would be ingrained in his mind forever. It was perfect. He glanced over at her hugging each person in the room and caught her eye. When she smiled, her E/C eyes twinkled. Fred melted inside. That was one more thing to add to the list of the little things about her. Her in all her perfection.

[nautiscarader]

Max/Roxanne 11 Nature Date Max and Roxanne have naked picnic and make love.

(Ao3)

On days like these Max was almost glad he didn't take his car, as it gave him so much more time to spend outside, savouring the last days of the Summer.

The pleasant air cooled him enough as he climbed the small hill outside Sponerville, giving him a picturesque view of his small town and the river than bent around it.

But the view of the town, partially hidden by the few trees that marked the mound was nothing compared to the sight of his girlfriend, as he reached his hand to help her climb.

When he saw her half an hour ago, he was already mesmerised by her white dress, but only now, as they settled their belongings in the tall grass, drowned in afternoon orange sunlight, his heart was beating faster and faster...

He never confessed how many times has he visited a very similar place in his dreams, and how have they ended...

- Max!

Her voice brought Max back to the ground, as he realised he's been staring absent-mindedly for the past few minutes at the love of his life, now unpacking their picnic basket.

- S-Sorry. - he spoke, finishing what he should have done some time ago. - It's not nice to stare... - she spoke with a dash of pretence disappointment, just to see him trying to apologise.

She giggled at once and reached her hand to calm him down, though only her lips against his worked in the end.

Roxanne graced him with a loving stare, before she turned her head, to take a look at the town underneath them.

- It's funny that we're leaving so soon, isn't it? Feels like the whole Summer just went by... - Yeah...

Max added, staring at her profile, her bushy red hair moving gently in the wind, and the expression she was hiding from him.

It's been just a day since Roxanne admitted that she wasn't going to the same college as he, and though she apologised profusely, she still felt she should have told him sooner, and that the entire picnic basket full of food wasn't enough.

She jolted when she felt his hand on her cheek, wiping away a single tear. His smile was as radiant as the one she gave him.

- Hey, it's okay. I'm proud you got accepted. And your mom must be too. - Oh yeah. - Roxanne replied - It's the same place she went to. But...

She sniffed.

- I'm just sad we're not gonna be able to see each other so often... - Hey, don't worry! - he closed his arm around her - We still have telephones, right? And the campus must have access to the Internet, so we can stay connected that way...

Roxanne turned her head, giving him a sceptical look.

- Oh, you boys are all about technology... Would you rather have chat on-line - she airquoted the last new buzzword - Or on-ground?

She patted the blanket between them, lowering her voice ever so slightly to make him swallow loudly.

- Uh, well, you know... - Yes, I do...

Roxanne leaned against him, and pressed her lips against his again, while her finger danced playfully against his Hawaiian shirt, the more she was on his side.

She let out a soft murmur, when his hand made it to her waist and slid down, faintly remembering how long did it take him to make that bold move the first time.

- Max... - she interrupted their caresses, unable to hide her emotions - I-I just-I'm gonna miss you so much... - she spoke in desperate, needy voice, leaning more and more aggressively over him. - Y-yeah, but we will visit each other... - It's all the way in Calisota, it's not hop-skip-and-jump... I think...

She leaned even further, gently pushing him to the ground.

- I think I need to make some provisions, as much as I can... - she smiled - Would you like to help me? - Y-y-yuck!

He answered, realising his sudden, nervous mistake, which, much to his delight was completely understandable to his girlfriend, who welcomed it with more laughter, until her hand properly pushed him against the blanket.

But as she did so, Max took a look around, or as much as he could from the grass level, trying to ascertain if their nature date really was that far from civilisation.

- R-Roxanne...

Max swallowed loudly, trying to gather thoughts, as his senses were overwhelmed by Roxanne's perfume and the feeling of her body pressed against his crotch.

- Ssh... - she silenced him with a gentle press of her finger against his lips - It's not illegal for a girl to sit in her boy's laps, right?

And before he could answer, she wriggled her way into his crotch, giggling as she felt his body jerked in place.

Without taking her loving eyes from her half-terrified boyfriend, she slipped her hand underneath her flimsy dress and to his jeans, fumbling with his zipper, while she spoke sweet, honeyed words to ease his worries.

- Just relax, Maxie. I will take care of everything...

And by the time she finished, she has already fished out his cock, closing her warm, delicate fingers around it, admiring how it twitched with every move of hers.

- Now, stay still...

She whispered and gently rose into the air, and lifted her dress, just to give him a tantalising view of her panties, dotted with a few unmistakable droplets of her desire, before she suddenly stopped.

- You know, I feel we can make this date even more... natural.

And without hesitation, she dragged her hem of her dress over her head, revealing her matching bra, much to Max's shock and bewilderment.

- R-Roxie! - What? - she asked, seeing his widened eyes - Haven't you ever dreamt about this?

Max swallowed loudly, watching her almost body against the orange sky. Oh, he did dream about this, many, many times. It's just usually they weren't five minutes away from the road that was just past the trees.

But Roxanne seemed to care very little about it, and as her hands reached behind her back, she heard very little objections from him and welcomed his hands back on her body, his fingers dragging the edge of her panties.

She lifted her ass, losing the texture of his hard cock just for second, while he dragged them down her legs, disrobing her completely.

For a long minute Max stared at her naked, serene body, that until now he saw only in the artificial light of either his or hers room...

- Now you...

She spoke and undid his shirt, leaning over his chest just to place a few kisses and make her nipples drag against his faint muscles.

He did the rest, fumbling a bit with his jeans, lowered half-way already, and as he sat up, he was trapped in her arms, while her body desperately tried to connect them.

But in the end, he achieved her goal, feeling the slightly colder air against his entire naked body, though that wasn't the only reason for his shiver.

- Roxanne... - Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out...

he doubted very much she would be able to, but another kiss from her but his worries away, until another, much more prominent one surfaced with the feeling of her warm wet sex touching his cock.

- Roxanne, c-condom~! - No-no need for that - she huffed - I'm-I'm safe. And besides... It wouldn't be very au naturel, would it?

She let out a loud, carnal moan as she impaled herself on him, accepting his entire length

- That's-that's how love should be made...

And with her warmth around him, Max found it very, very difficult to argue. Her lips embraced him, firing a thousand times more nerve endings than if he was using a condom, opening a whole new world of pleasure to him, and judging by her heavenly face, to her as well.

He knew that from now on he will have to combat very strong urge to not use it every time they will be making love.

He also knew how much faster will it end...

The sight of her naked body bouncing up and down, covered just by the moving shadows of the nearby tree awakened something in Max he has not realised before. Seeing her moan his name in stupor, as she lead him straight over his edge was mesmerising, and he gladly followed her, forgetting about his previous worries.

He did not care that the trees only partially covered them. He did not care that on the other side of the river was a bustling town, filled with their friends and families, and that some of them might have noticed them from the other bank. All he cared for was Roxanne and his love for her, and when her name spilled out of his throat, she cried as well, and threw her head back, letting bliss consume her.

The two half-naked youngsters toppled to the blanket, their bodies twitching and pulsing with each dose of seed Max was spilling inside her. For a good minute or two, the two basked in the warm afternoon sun and the cool breeze, while their hearts returned to their normal pace.

- You have to admit, it was exciting. - she asked, snuggling against his chest - Yeah... and potentially law-breaking. - he added, sliding his hand up and down her thighs - Well, where's fun in doing it by the rules? - Who are you, and what have you done to my top-student girlfriend? - Max cupped her face and looked right in her frisky eyes, as he pulled her into a kiss. - I've always been like that. I just needed a hot boyfriend to let me realise that...

The two shared a long, soothing kiss, before Roxanne pressed her hands against his chest, lifting herself up, while Max reached for his shirt.

But Roxanne promptly stopped him, much to his surprise.

- Didn't you hear me? About my preparations? - she leaned closer - I have to make enough love with you so it will satisfy me until Halloween...

And with that, she gently lifted herself up, showing Max a stunning view of his seed leaking onto the grass, while she backed down just a bit, before her mouth met with his half-limp cock...

==========

When Roxanne arrived at home, sun has almost set, but it was still half an hour until the time she told her mom she'd arrive by.

- How did your date go? - her mom leaned from the kitchen greeting her warm, satisfied smile. - Great! - Roxanne left the picnic basket on the table - Really, really great... - And what about... - Oh, he's fine. I mean, he's sad, but he's also proud, and he understood it completely. - You picked a smart boy there. - the older red-head smiled and gave her daughter a hug. - And the snacks helped too, didn't they? I told you, the way to man's heart goes through the stomach. - she joked

Roxanne laughed back and with a kiss disappeared in the hallway. Her mother opened the basket, and, upon seeing its contents, was not surprised at all that the two did not spend the afternoon eating.

[badwithten]

At the Hands of a Devil | Day 12

〉siren + haechan

〉warnings violence, death

〉word count 966

〉masterlist

“Y/N hurry up!”

“Coming mum!” You finish applying your sunscreen to your face and wrap a towel around your body, covering your swimsuit. As soon as you step out of the air-conditioned house, the sun sticks to your body, creating a layer of sweat. Maybe the beach wouldn’t be too bad.

You pile into the back of the car, your parents sitting in the front, turning on the radio to play old summer music. You watch the scenery move from buildings to trees then to shores. It was a long drive but it was worth it to get to the part of the coast that rarely had tourists. Old folklore haunted the area. An old dock sat there, no ships insight as any boat that set sail off of that shore was cursed to crash, supposedly. It was long abandoned when your family first moved to the old town, your classmates claimed you were ‘insane’ or ‘had a death wish’ for daring to swim in such a dangerous area. Yet you never once felt unsafe there.

Today was no different, an empty shore, small waves crashing against the dock and a bright sun. You didn’t wait for your parents to get settled on the sand with their picnic and umbrella, instead, dumping your towel and making a dash for the ocean. When your feet first hit the water you froze, the icy cold water sending goosebumps up your skin. But as you moved in more relief from the sun sunk in. You accepted the chilly water and finally felt relaxed. The more time you spent in the water, the rougher the ocean got. Waves crashing over your head, not enough to drown but enough for you to have to fight to stay afloat. But it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.

“Y/N! Come get your food” You can barely hear your dad's voice from over the waves but you manage to swim back to the shore. The sun brings your body back to temperature and a familiar coating of sand layers under your wet feet. You grab your packed lunch and thank your parents, heading back to eat on the dock over the ocean, from afar you can tell the ocean has calmed back down. Yet when you get to the dock the waves increase their strength once more, as if your presence is upsetting to the ocean.

A tranquil voice singing an old drinking song brings you out of your dazed state, it takes you by surprise and you choke on your sandwich a little, coughing as you try to clear your throat. The singing gets louder until you find its source, a boy bobbing on to the top of the water right in front of the dock where you’re sat, only his shoulders and head available for you to see. His dark hair sticks to his forehead, his eyes are round and perplexed, focused on you, his round lips look like ones of a doll and his mouth hangs slightly open, halfway between singing the next note.

“Are you ok?” Your voice is still rough, disturbed by the bread in your throat. He's taken aback by your voice, concern fills his eyes. He sinks back into the water, it's too dark for you to be able to see anything underneath but it isn't long until he comes back up. Holding a large shell filled with water up to you. You're not too keen to drink seawater, especially not out of shell but you complied to take his offer.

“Thank you” You reach out and take it out of his hands but immediately recoil, the shell falling in-between him and the dock. Your eyes go wide at his hands, as soon as you brushed over them you knew something was up but you weren’t expecting scales or webbed fingers or claws. All with a yellow tint to them. “What?!” You stutter out and move backwards on the dock, fear taking over you.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is brittle compared to his soft singing voice, it’s cracked and jagged. It matches his teeth, well fangs, all of them glistening in the sun, razor-sharp. Even his eyes turned harsh, a burning fire inside of them. You pant out, trying to understand what’s going on but by the time you come to your senses a slimy hand is wrapped around your ankle. “Gotcha” He drags you into the water as if you weighed nothing.

The salt burns your eyes but you can’t bring yourself to look away, the boy in front of you is so gorgeous, yet terrifying. A long bright yellow tail replaces his legs, the scales climbing up to just below his belly button. The yellow colour is a beautiful contrast against his tan skin, and his hair looks so much more mystical under the water, floating and surrounding his head like a crown. He truly acts like a king in the water as well, his presence is undeniable, he knows his worth, swimming and circling your panicked body. You try to follow him but he’s going to fast for you to keep up. When you finally lose sight of him completely you move to float up to the surface again, your lungs running out of air.

You hear a screech come from behind you when you turn around you see bright eyes heading right towards you, sharp teeth exposed as he swims like a bullet. Your mouth opens to scream but all that that achieves is sucking air into your lungs. His teeth sink into your neck as you both thrash around but this is his kingdom and you have no choice but to submit.

A loud splash comes from the water and your parents flip their head around to your direction. “Y/N?”