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absolutebl · 2 years ago

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This Week in BL - Things are Very Mixed

May 2023 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Step By Step (Thai Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 3 of 10 (MDL still says 12, but Gaga still says 10) - The subs are janky on YT, so you might want to watch this on Gaga. This is such a good show, it just feels so much more authentic to an office environment and first job then anything else I’ve seen in BL. Now that might be because it has western source material, or it might be because it is actually kind of old-fashioned (it’s been years since I worked as an office grunt). While the authenticity may be a little triggering for some, I love how much tension it adds to the leads’ dynamic and the quality of the narrative. I also really love the brothers’ relationship, now that we got to see them on screen together for a bit. Walk of shame was great! Oh look, character development, how novel. This is what Boss & Babe should have been. Not sold on the sides tho it’s nice to see a faen fatal as the main character in a dynamic for a change.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 2 of 10 - This one is really grabbing me by the throat. I love the starter concepts, what a fantastic twist on a meet cute not to mention soulmates. I hope we spend more time with the vet and his coworkers, they seem awesome. And another surprise, the guy we think is being set up to be the brother’s love interest is now clearly interested in the wrong brother. I love the trope subversions going on with this show!

Our Skyy 2 (The Eclipse) eps 5-6 - FirstKhao are just ridiculously cute as a couple. Honestly? Aye just seems like he would be a lot of work as a lover. I’m not as wild about the premise of this installment, with the film clips and stuff (as I was of NlMG’s installment). And then, the singing. Oh well, you can’t have everything. I gotta say, First is a great crier, although I don’t think this story warranted his tears. In the end? My feelings on this installment were mixed, the movie storyline didn’t grab me and the birthday storyline seems a touch mean spirited, but I do think it adds substantially to the original Eclipse rather than feeling superfluous or slapdash like many of the other Our Skyys. So I’m going to go with 8/10

Future (Thai Sun YouTube & Gaga) ep 6fin - More of the same (which I like) but I’m glad it ended. Didn’t need to get dragged out. Such drama over nothing. In the end? This is just a soft sweet cotton candy fluff piece about a younger boy who pursues an older boy and then manufactures silly gay drama. Nothing wrong with that. But I don’t think this style of BL really appeals to a very large market share. Will I rewatch it? Sure. Will anyone else? Nope. 7/10 RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS.

Pastsenger (Thai Weds Gaga) ep 9 of 12 eps - And now the amnesia trope. I’m not a fan. This is such a pulp. At least it ends next week? Groan, no 3 more eps.

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - one thing I realize I like about this main couple’s dynamic is that the seme/uke seems earned, where it didn’t in Echante. I don’t have much else to say except it’s crazy when a narrative betrays its characters like this and why to poor ForceBook keep having to deal with it?

The Promise (Thai Weds YT & WeTV) ep 7 of 10 - Honestly, who wears an all white outfit to play around with coffee beans in the countryside? I LOVE the faen fatal, he’s so good, courageous, honest, and morally sound. He even gives his rival fair warning. Nan should totally go out with him. I made awwww noises over the faen fatal! I NEVER do that. I guess Phu was right all along? Nan won’t date a friend. Ultimate friend zone. Well shit. This show. Ouch.

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) ep 1 of ?? - There seems a slight horror element which I do not like and it’s also confusingly like Melrose Place or something. Everyone is sleeping with, or wants to be sleeping with everyone else. It’s kinda hilarious to watch something where all the actors are supposed to be good actors but it’s a pulp so they just really aren’t. So far my main issue is I can’t keep them all straight in my head (pun intended).

Tin Tam Jai (Tues Gaga) ep 10fin - There is very little I enjoyed about this show. The entirely forgotten side dishes gave us 5 min of excellent high heat and then vanished, but otherwise this show sucked in the wrong way. It’s forgettable and I intend to do just that. 5/10

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - The way these two are very quietly yet thoroughly falling in love with each other is executed with such grace and subtlety that only Japan could have handed this out. It’s not even “falling” it’s more like sliding gradually into love.

Love Mate (Korea Thurs Viki) eps 1-2 of 8 - Launched very much openly gay so that’s fun. Also very much bubble too, so no one around them cares. So: Seo is a player jaded older uke (fun character type we don’t see often) and his seme is a romantic if arrogant weirdo. Can you see my hands clapping? Combative trope activation! Absurdity. How fun. Also workplace harassment but hayho that’s BL for ya. (Also a nonBL Kdrama specialty.) ALSO whole office in on seme-stalker’s side? All in all, it’s odd and questionable, but I’m into it. Why am I like this?

Happy Merry Ending (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 3-4 of 8 - OK I’m not super into the main couple but I love all of the surrounding characters. The overly protective best friend with a crush is giving bad advice but it’s understandable and he’s super hot so I forgive him. And the idol character is a wonderful addition, he is my baby. Also, evil ex is v evil.

Vian the series (Vietnam YT ) - I thought this was gonna be Tiktok only but apparently it’s showing up on YT too. It’s cute! My cat boyfriend (which is more common that it should be) and this seems to be Vietnam’s installment (we got Thailand’s last year). The boy playing the cat is the prettiest human being on the planet. Fight me. No fight him, get scratched. Serious tho. Holy hairballs. Look I don’t really like vertical content but I am watching this for him. Meow, indeed.

The Day I Loved You (Vietnam YouTube) eps 2-3 of ? - BL Express’s first impressions mirror mine. Niks is so flipping cute. Rich kid is so into him, so is bestie. So much gay macho posturing. So much bi fear and het shame. But also it’s killer to get a femme main characters who isn’t being mocked. Dancing trope continues (better than singing together). It is kinda Heartstopper goes Pinoy BL. Honestly, I prefer kids a little drawings to terrible sound effects. This is better than it or we have any right to expect.

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 12 - There is a lot I like about this drama, except the weird central conceit of the naked dining. But the romance part is cute, if a tad simplistic.

My Story (Pinoy Sat YouTube) ep 4 of 10 - chukchuk went missing and so did my interest in this show. I’m DNFing this one.

Dancing together, the baby sub-trope of 2023. (The Day I Love You)

It’s Airing But ...

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) stopped at ep 2 of 12 - I’m just not into any aspect of it (except Lee Long Shi) - saving to binge if the end is solid.

Venus in the Sky (Sat YouTube) pilot/tester?) 0 of 10 - not entirely sure what’s up with this one distribution-wise, but the pilot was classic university-set pulp. I hope it happens because the leads are cute with good chemsitry and I thought it was fun. However, this pilot holds together as its own little short too.

Stormy Honeymoon (Vietnam) - meh

In Case You Missed It

Actors Bas Suradej (2 Moons etc...) and Copter Panuwat (so much BL) have left Starhunter. So Copter and Kimmon will part ways as an on-screen pair (RIP KimCop). Their upcoming show Boy Never Smiles will still air, but will likely be their last together. (source)

Restart After Come Back Home (highly recommended), Athlete, Capture Lover, Tkumi-kun, His the movie (recommended) and also a bunch of the dark stuff like Forbidden Love and Shortest Distance are all leaving Gagaoolala soon. So watch ‘em while you can. A few are also on Viki, but many will be difficult to get hold of without Gaga.

I finally finished the second season of The Reason Why He Fell in Love with Me (Japan Gaga) and gave it a 4/10. I just don’t like or recommend any of the installments of this franchise, but if I had to pick, it’s season one.

Make a Wish finished at 6 eps. Stars Fluke Natouch (OhmFluke UWMA etc...) & Judo (The Miracle Of Teddy Bear) in medical-fantasy about a doctor who sees ghosts and a deity who resides in a Bodhi tree that earns merits whenever he fulfills a wish. Based on a y-novel by Sammon (Manner of Death, Triage). I will watch it if I get hold of it, but for now... who knows how it went?

Here’s a really interesting podcast ep from 99% Invisible on captions and captioning.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming in May 2023:

5/18 - Starstruck (Korea ????) - A boy has had a crush on his childhood friend for a long time. Stars Zuho (Kpop SF9 - noted good egg) opposite rookie actor Kim In Sung (the one with the crush).

5/27 The Luminous Solution (Thai ????) 10 eps - Thana is having trouble at work and in his relationship. He can't seem to catch a break. So he makes a wish to change everything. The wish has a price.

5/27 Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan) - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS (but that has never stopped Japan before) and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I ????? (Say it with me everyone: Oh Japan, must you?)

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

Defining Gut Wrenching from The Promise

Honestly you gotta be so careful who you case as the faen fatal, sometimes he steals everyone’s hearts. I caught a BAD case of second lead syndrome.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Future reviewing itself for us.

Tiny king of the GMMTV cameo. (Our Skyy et al)

Frankly if this weren’t such a bad story, Cher might be one of my favorite BL characters. (Boss & Babe)

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? BTOB's - Wind & Wish (I don’t consider myself Melody but I make no case for that statement)

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agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 7 months ago

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Hi there, how are you?

I had a request for the nanny series!

Only if your comfortable with writing something like this or if not please feel free to ignore me :)

It was an idea where just after Annie and Andy are married. Annie has to get her wisdom teeth removed! And Annie is not a fan of the dentist or needles (getting the IV) and is scared for the recovery. But Andy is there for her every step of the way! From getting the call of the appointment. To comforting her at the office and afterwards the car ride home. Annie being in a goofy mood as Andy helps her to the bedroom maybe helping her change into comfy clothes and Andy helps/comforts her to sleep… And at home helping her recover when her mouth is sore and teeth hurts 🥺🥺 and Jacob is also super cute and worried! Just something comforting and fluffy 🥺

I’m getting mine out and I’m nervous, and Andy is a comfort and I love this story! Just a thought I’m having as I can’t sleep from the pain in my gums 😭

Hi! I'm so sorry you are in pain! I hope what I wrote will make you feel better. Send you lots of hugs!

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

WISDOMLESS

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: This is set way before Annie got pregnant. Lily doesn’t not exist here yet. This is based in the request above. Hope you feel better!

Warnings: mentions of blood, pain, tears, Andy being a loving caring husband.

A/N: English is not my first language, any mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Word count: 1899

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

GIF not mine. You can find the credits under it :)

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Another day at the Barber’s household. It was a Saturday morning, the house was quiet except for the sound of the cutlery against the plates. Annie was eating extra careful today, she took some scrambled eggs with her fork and made sure she chew only on her left side.

“What’s the matter?�� Andy asked and sipped his coffee.

“Hmmm?”

“Why are you eating like this?”

“I’m eating normal.” But right at that moment she bit a piece of toast that went straight to the back of her mouth on the right side and she flinched.

“There! Does your tooth hurt?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Maybe you should go to the dentist, see what’s wrong.”

“No, no. I’m good! I’ll take a pill, I’m sure it’s nothing!” she nervously laughed.

Annie did take the pill, however the pain didn’t go away. In fact it was worse than before, and now she could see her face was a bit swollen.

“Alright!” Andy walked into the bathroom, “Get dress, you’re going to the dentist.”

“WHAT?”

“You need to go! Look at your cheek!”

“Andy I’m fine! It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Really?” His hand reach her face and his fingers barely grace her cheek.

“OW! Stop that!”

“We are going now, I don’t care if you are scare of the dentist.”

“I’m not scare of the dentist.” Andy lifted his brow and tilted his head, “Alright! I am scare of the dentist! I wore braces and they were awful! And I hate the noise the machine does when they’re cleaning your teeth!”

“Honey, they need to check your tooth, your face is swollen, it’s not normal and it’s not nothing.”

“Argh! Fine! But if it hurts while they’re checking I’m gonna kick you.”

“Deal! You have 10 minutes.”

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“Ok,” The dentist walked into the office, “We have to remove both your wisdom teeth from the bottom.”

“hehehehehe no, no, no, no.”

“You have an abscess on the right side, which is why your face is a bit swollen. So I will work on the abscess today, give you some pain medication and I will remove your teeth next Friday, that way you will rest during the following weekend.”

“What? Why?”

“Well,” The doctor took out an x-ray, “You have impacted teeth, in your case you teeth grew out in an angular form,” he pointed the x-ray show how her teeth was leaned towards the other. “And with time this will cause you problems in the rest of your teeth.”

“What kind for problem?”

“They can move the rest of your teeth and you will have to use braces.”

“Not again!” The doctor giggled once she looked the face of Annie.

“I had my wisdom teeth removed while I was studying. It’s not a big deal.” Andy said.

“Shut up! What do you know?”

“Don’t worry, it’s a standard procedure, I promise you will be fine and we will take care of you.” The dentist smiled fondly to her, “Ready for that abscess?”

“No.” she sighed.

“People always say that.”

30 minutes later, Annie walked out of the office to the reception are where Andy was waiting for her. Her face was red as tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh my poor baby.” Andy tried to reach for her hand but Annie slapped him.

“I hate you!” Andy just giggled.

“See you next Friday, Annie.” The doctor said and Annie just whimpered against Andy’s arm.

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Friday came faster than Annie would’ve liked. She woke up early and put the comfiest sweatpants and hoodie she own. Both she and Andy asked for permission in their respective jobs, and when it was 9:30 Andy drove them to the dentist office.

“I will be here when you’re done.”

“Can you like go in with me?”

“He can’t ma’am.” A young girl at the front desk said, “I’m sorry.”

“You’ll be fine.” Andy gave her a kiss on the lips, “I’ll sit there.” Annie nodded and she walked towards the door the girl previously indicated.

“I was actually thinking you were not going to show up.” The doctor said once Annie was already in the chair.

“Andy make me.”

“He is a smart man.” The doctor grabbed a weird looking mask, “Ready for the good stuff?” He wiggled his brows. Annie just nodded. “Ok.” He put the mask on her nose, “You are going to breathe, you will start to feel sleepy, and when you wake up your teeth will be gone.” It wasn’t long after that last sentences when her eyes closed.

“Hey.” It was a soft deep voice, “There you are.” Annie blinked a couple of times trying to focus on the voice. The man smiling to her was so handsome.

“Cute.” She mumbled.

“She will be off for a couple of hours. Between the anesthesia and the pain meds.” Another man spoke. “Just wait 10 more minutes and you can take her home.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Andy turned to look at her wife who was looking at her fingers as she moved them, “how you doing, honey?”

“You’re so handsome.” She slurred.

“No, you are, gorgeous. And you were so brave” He kissed her forehead, “Ready to go home?” Annie nodded sleepily.

A couple of girls helped Andy to wheel Annie to their car.

“Alright, baby. Slow and steady.”

“Andy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“You are so cute.” She said the best she could with her still numbed mouth.

“Thank you, we will be home soon and then you can rest.”

Andy helped her climb on the car, closed the passenger door, and ran to the driver’s side. But when he climbed in, he found her already sniffling.

“What’s wrong?”

“You don’t think I’m cute.”

“Of course I think you are cute!”

“You didn’t say it back! You don’t love me?”

“Of course I love you. With all my heart, honey, I swear.” Big fat tears fell down her eyes, “Don’t cry, baby.” He took her hand and kiss it, “Let’s get you home.”

15 minutes later, they were walking in the house. Andy’s hand was placed on small of her back.

“Wanna be on the couch or the bed?”

But she didn’t answer and walked straight to the living room. Annie sat on the couch and look around.

“What are you looking for?

“Phone.”

“Oh,” Andy reached for her phone in the pocket of his pants, “Here. Why don’t you lay down; while I’ll get you a glass of water.”

Andy wasn’t in the kitchen yet when he heard her scream, so he came back running.

“What?”

“There’s blood in my mouth.” She tried to take out the cotton and gauze, but Andy stopped her.

“No, you have to leave them on.”

“There’s blood.”

“Of course, they took out your wisdom teeth.”

“What? Where are they?”

“Ammm I assumed in the doctor’s office.”

“But they’re mine!” Andy was trying hard not to laugh, but she looked so adorably confused right now.

“I’ll call them and ask them to send the teeth over.”

“Yes, cuz I don’t want witchcraft with my teeth.”

“Witchcraft?” Andy said with humor.

“The doc said he was from Salem. They have witches.”

“I’m pretty sure the doctor is not a witch.”

“How you know?”

“Well, there was no Hogwarts diploma anywhere.” Annie looked surprised and nodded, “On the meantime, how about if you rest? Let me get your pillow.”

“I want my shorts, I don’t like the pants.” She began kicking her legs.

“Alright, be right back.”

When Andy came back she was still right where he left her.

“Ok, honey.” He put his hands on her waist to help her laid down.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Ok, I’m sorry.”

“You’re mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, baby. It’s ok, you are just on some medicine right now.”

Annie laid down and Andy helped her arrange her pillow and cushions behind her back for her to be comfortable.

“Please don’t be upset with me.” She was starting to get emotional again.

“I’m not upset.”

“I’m not being so nice, huh?” she said sobbing a little. “I don’t’ wanna be this way. I wanna be nice! Cuz I’m a nice person.”

“I know, babygirl.”

“But you hate me right now.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I look like a chipmunk.” Andy laughed this time. “Don’t laugh.”

“You are the cutest chipmunk.” He kissed her cheek carefully, “Let’s get you out of these pants, lift your hips.” She did as she was told and Andy was met by Annie’s bare pussy. “Honey, where’s your underwear?” Annie looked down and make a small shriek which make Andy laughed, “you naughty girl,” he slid her legs in the shorts, “hips up again.” The elastic hit the skin on her hips, “There, better?” she nodded sleepily. “I’ll go get your water. Wanna watch TV?”

“Yes, please.”

“What you wanna watch?”

“Aladdin.”

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Sophie was at the front door holding Jake’s hand when Andy opened the door.

“Hi! Thank you so much for bringing him.”

“It’s ok, how is Annie?”

“Still off. She just told me what she would ask if she had a genie to grant her 3 wishes. I didn’t expect for her to say she wanted to be a pony.” Sophie laughed.

“If you guys need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” Andy smile to her, “Bye, Jake.”

Andy closed the door and found Jake sitting on the floor, reaching for something inside his backpack.

“Is mommy ok?”

“Yes, she is a bit tired and sleepy. And she sound funny when she talks, but she is fine.”

“I make these for her.” Jake showed Andy a card and a flower made of paper, “My teacher help with the flower.”

“I’m sure she’s gonna love them. Go with her, she is on the couch.

Jake ran the short distance to the living room and found Annie drifting off.

“Mommy?”

“Huh?” Annie opened her eyes and looked at Jake. “Baby!” she said overly excited.

“Hi, mommy.” He jumped on the couch and kissed her, “I make you these.” He passed the flower and the card to her. Annie opened the card and read: “To the best mommy in the world. Get well soon. Love you, Jake.” Under these lines there was a drawing of the three holding hands.

“Aw! Oh, god!” her eyes began to water. “Am I the best mom?” Jake nodded with a big smile on his face. When Andy walked in, Annie was crying again.

“Buddy, what did you say to her?”

“I’m the best mom!” She said through sobs.

“I like your chubby cheeks.” Jake said giggling and climbed on top of her to hug her, “I love you, mommy.” As Jake hugged her she began to relax again and soon after she fell asleep.

“You’re so good with her Jake.” Andy said waiting for the boy to move away from her, but to his surprise, Jake was also sleeping.

Andy just shook his head, took the throw blanket from the back of the couch and cover them both with it.

“You’re such a momma’s boy.” Andy said softly and smiled. Walking out of the living room he was determine to surprise them with lunch when they woke up. “Who am I kidding, I’ll just door dash.” He said to himself as he took the phone and headed to the kitchen to let them rest.

#andy barber fanfic #andy barber #annie johnson #andy x annie #andy x reader #andy barber x reader #the nanny fic #jacob barber #andy barber fanfiction #the nanny au

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apostaterevolutionary · 1 year ago

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Hold on, this is technically a gaming blog, you people know computers. So seeking advice here

I have a 5 year old gaming laptop. It has 2 problems. Problem 1 is the hinge is locked up (common with the zephyrus model I have, fine, whatever). It’s useable, but I currently can’t close the lid (parts are on order but paused due to the other part, which I’ll get to). Problem 2 is one of the fans makes a noise sometimes

They cleaned out the fans and ran the computer overnight at full capacity and the tech said there were no temperature problems, no noise, it’s good to go. Fan problem solved. Except it’s still making the noise. It’s intermittent - sometimes I can use the computer for a whole day and it never makes the noise, other times it does it as soon as I boot it up with only a browser running. Picking it up and moving it seems to trigger it, or having it not completely flat as well, but neither do it always. To make the noise stop, tapping the computer near the fan often works, and putting it to sleep just long enough for it to power down and then immediately waking it almost always works. It doesn’t happen with any regularity whatsoever, running the computer harder doesn’t cause it either

I call the shop to tell them it’s still making the noise and they say okay we gotta replace the fan now. And we should replace both cause if one’s broken, the other will go soon too. But to me, this doesn’t sound like a broken fan, this sounds like something is loose or misaligned. Maybe that can’t be fixed without a replacement, idk hardware stuff, but it just doesn’t sound right to me

Cause with the hinge fix and the double fan replacement plus labour, we’re getting to a point where fixing the computer is not looking like the economical choice. But it’s only 5 years old and I bought a near top of the line machine then, I can still play almost every new AAA game that releases. It’s not old. It runs great outside of these issues. I genuinely cannot believe it’s time to replace it and spend $3000+ on a new machine. I just can’t. I spent 5 years saving up for it and it’s only 5 years old

I’m gonna talk to the technician on Wednesday as he’s off till then, I was just talking to the customer service person about it, and maybe he can clear things up but I just. Have a feeling. I don’t like it

My current plan that I’m thinking is to do the hinge fix, as the fan is only intermittent and the tech told me flat out there are no temperature problems, and then, provided the chat with the tech doesn’t help, see if I can get a second opinion somewhere else on the fan. Because I really just cannot believe this computer needs replacing. I can’t. It doesn’t make sense. I don’t think the fan is unsalvageable. I’ve trusted this repair shop for years but idk this just isn’t feeling right to me

So if anyone has any knowledge or anything that might be helpful here, pls feel free to chime in cause idk. Gonna see how the talk with the tech goes but I’m leaning towards doing the hinge fix then getting a second opinion on the fan. If they tell me the same on the fan, fine, then I’ll weigh the cost vs saving for a new one, but maybe they won’t

#idk this combined with some other stuff is just #my brain is fried lmao #I was not built for this level of stress #idk it just doesn’t feel right to me and idk what to do #text #misc #shut up nerd #long post

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mint-moon25 · 9 months ago

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lilmissussunshine · 1 year ago

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you are a library and i am an old lady's storage building.

i am nocturnal. i come alive in the dark. i like it there, in the shadows and the wasteland and the junkyard. just the crickets and frogs and owl and the twinkling christmas light stars and the thoughts bouncing around inside my brain. the bright flashing of the computer screen and the plink-plink-plink of my keyboard. the slight ache in my back from sitting in the same position for three and a half hours. the smell of tea to my left and the cat purring behind me and the white-noise from the fan.

i like the way it sounds, the not-so-quiet of the quiet. i like the fact that everyone is sleeping except me and the bats.

you want me to sleep. or clean my room or dust the fan or sweep the cobwebs out of the corner. “if you’re going to stay up, stay up and be productive.” thinking myself in circles is my idea of productive.

i know the clothes on the floor bother you. the disheveled madness of my shelves. the pile of novels and notebooks scattered about like snow. the shoe boxes of markers and photographs and magazine clippings and paperclips and firecrackers and years-old candy. i see your eye twitch every time you open the door, and you never step inside.

if we were not people, you would be a library in the halls of harvard sorted by genre and then alphabetized. you would be color coded too and smell of linen and old paper. the tables would be exactly four feet apart, all with the same amount of chairs and those little furniture pads on the feet to keep the hardwood from scratching. there would be silent students sitting with their shoulders straight and typing with just their first two fingers.

i would be a dilapidated green building with scoliosis, caving in on itself, overtaken with ivy and rats. i would be filled with cracked mugs and banned books and used needles and dirty sheets and costume jewelry and jars of tears and shoes without a match and the wallpaper would be peeling away from the walls and there would be cracks in the ceiling and no one would want to come in even though the door is unlocked and the windows ajar.

you don’t understand and that’s okay. you are a library and i am an old lady’s storage building. and i know that you want to fix me, but i do not think that i’m broken. i am bent, yes, just a little. cracked, i’ll admit it, a small hairline. nothing a band-aid or a quick prayer won’t fix. the issue is the chemical imbalance, the neurodevelopmental disorder. i have come to terms with the misfiring in my skull. it’s okay. what isn’t okay is you expecting me to be your version of me.

you want me neater. you want me well-rested and put-together. you want me color-coded and alphabetized. you want me better. better? no. i can’t suddenly be not so frazzled or not so messy or not so depressive and nocturnal. it is all part of me and i am sorry it isn’t a part of me you understand. i’m not asking you to understand, though. i’m asking you to accept.

you preach unconditional love. can you practice?

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mirdance · 2 years ago

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Hysteria

Dottore x f!Patient

Kinktober: Medical play, overstim, toys

TW: medical malpractice, chronic pain, vibes of self harm

The metal creaked as I carefully lifted myself onto the chill medical table. I rubbed my arms and held my elbows. My hairs stood at alert.

The pictures on the wall were always the same grassy hills I’d never had the pleasure of visiting. I stared at one as if meditating on a single blade of grass would push away the ache in my joints.

Salad and Biryani for lunch. Fish with cream sauce and a potato boat for dinner. I’d been too tired to remember the menu each day even though our nutrition regimen remained stable, so I kept a food calendar on my desk. I ran the list over and over in my head like a memory game. Sometimes I remembered to update it at the end of the week. Years ago I could remember things like my best childhood friend or what I went into a room to grab. Now I do good to crawl out of bed, bones popping with each step. The doctor always states that the most important thing is rest, but my knees stayed restless through sleep.

As if I could stay asleep with the amount of appointments and noise, anyway.

I could walk. That was good. Many lost the ability to use their legs. For me, it was just my arms. Just my arms. I could still go and see and take myself to the bathroom. Yet what was I supposed to do once anywhere? Books fell from my grasp, spoons unsteady. I held them, anyway, in exchange for the swelling throbs that squeezed the life out of every nerve within my upper limbs.

I could live. The catch was living in pain. So what was the point of living at all?

One of the scabs on my arms oozed between my fingertips. I stopped the anxious rubbing and cursed.

Two knocks on the door. I sat straighter.

“Good day. Sorry to keep you waiting. How are you today?” The depth of his voice rang through the metal table.

“Fine.” The small talk ropes pulled my voice box. Get through the appointment. Get through the appointment.

Except Doctor Dottore wasn’t a fan of weather talk.

“Well, you wouldn’t be here if you were fine,” he deadpanned. For some medical staff, it could count for a joke. With Dottore, I was never sure. “Now, you know how I dislike pattering and conversation with no sustenance,” he went on as he took a seat. “I can’t help you when you do that. How are you? How is your pain?”

I shrugged, which upon doing the action I realized how childish that sort of response would look. The man made me feel as if I were a scarab. “It has been better but it has been worse.”

“I see. Your temperature has been stable the past week.” He flipped a page in his journal. “But it seems your food intake has gone down. Any reason for that?”

“I haven’t really thought about it.” Every day felt like slogging through the mud. How was I supposed to count every crumb? “I guess I just feel full faster.”

His pen clunked. “Any stomach pains? Bloating? Constipation?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Have you had anxious thoughts? Getting along with everyone at home?”

My eyes jumped to his for the first time. They held not a hint of mirth. “I mean, I get along just fine. I’m sure you see me around.”

“I do.” He pointed his pen my way. “But I’m asking you.”

“I do get along with everyone.” My feet swung and tapped the table. Showing any sort of mental breakdown could result in an even busier day or worse, therapy. No, they didn’t put one in solitary confinement unless there was harm to another person. But they’d certainly be keeping a greater eye out. And I liked taking a shit in private. “I’m just more tired than usual.”

“Are the pains keeping you up at night?”

I took a deep breath. “A bit. Sometimes.” There was no use lying about it, he’d probably see the scabs, anyway.

“Hm. And you were practically scab free one week ago.” His eyes scanned the notes in his lap during an uncomfortable lingering silence.

Doctor Dottore did not care for decorum. He would ramble or stay silent for as exactly long as he needed. While the rambling was much to keep up with, at least I could pick out a few words rather than having to pick his brain.

He stood and straightened the cuffs on his lab coat. “Hold out your arms, please.”

I did so, and the scabs shined and cooled in the air.

“You must stop picking them,” he muttered as he held one arm in his grasp and had me do a few hand exercises. His hands were fucking freezing. He struck my elbow with his irritating hammer.

I jumped.

“Your face contorted in pain just now,” he commented, feeling and pressing and squeezing my muscles and joints. “Noticeable inflammation. Do you feel this?”

He lightly tapped each of my fingers. I nodded each time. He repeated doing so up and down both arms.

“How about your legs?” He struck my knees one at a time, causing each to kick forward. “Any cysts?”

“Just a scab behind my knee.” I pointed. “It kinda numbs the leg at night.”

He lifted my calf and studied the scab. “Have you had them on your leg before?”

“Rarely. They usually heal up quickly.”

“Fascinating.”

Fascinating?

“When do you usually break out on your legs?”

“My, uh, my period.” He was a doctor so discussing such anatomical diversities was normal, but with him holding my leg in the air, I didn’t really know whether to laugh or feel gross.

“Perhaps hormones play a role in your stability.” He continued analyzing the scab a moment before setting my leg down. “Do you mind if I take a closer look?”

I consented. He pulled on a pair of gloves and knelt. His head leaned mere inches from the table. Had his hair always been so blue? Maybe the man was greying after spending time in the desert.

He pulled out a stirrup. I put my foot in and let him pull and tug around the scab. His fingers were merciless yet gentle enough not to break the skin. Why would he check the leg scab first? When there were enough arm ones to frighten a military?

“I won’t remove it since it should heal as your cycle moves forward, but if you have any trouble with it, come back to the office.”

He helped me settle my leg back down and immediately dabbed my arm with wipes. It stung a slight bit, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Kind of like scratching a place I couldn’t reach.

“Your shoulders are extremely tense.” He squeezed one to prove the point. “You know this doesn’t help your condition.”

“Probably just the stress,” I mumbled. “Just a little more than usual. It happens.”

For the first time, a look of concern robbed his brows. Or maybe it was irritation at hindering his research on the disease. Mental health was not as easy to control as inflammation or diet. And when inflammation was caused by mental health, it created more layers. I was frustrated with it at least.

“Stress often doesn’t just happen.” He sighed and let go of my shoulder. “Have you tried your meditation techniques? Stretches? Walks?”

He went on with the interrogation. I answered each truthfully. Despite the pain, I went through most days doing my duties. What else could I do?

“Maybe it’s time you spent on something…more leisurely, like a hobby.” He crossed his arms. “You do have those, don’t you?”

When was I going to have time to figure out my fucking hobbies? “I enjoy reading.”

“Well, we’ve plenty of books. Do you need more?”

“Maybe.” I didn’t know. I just wanted the pain to stop.

“I will order you some more.” He reached into one of the cabinets. “For now, I suggest you massage your shoulders nightly to loosen those muscles. You might try it on your leg as well if it is disrupting your sleep.”

How would I massage myself if I couldn’t even use my hands most days? Laughable.

Buzzing. Whatever mechanism Dottore held whirred to life. He held what seemed to be a handle and pointed the flat end towards me.

“Use this so that you do not tire your hands. Though I suggest having a friend help."

As he set the device in my hand, the skin on my palms tingled. I stared blankly at him. Was I supposed to just put it on my shoulder? I awkwardly set it against my shoulder. My skull reverberated. I quickly dropped the thing, causing it to clatter to the floor and shake violently.

The doctor tsked and knelt to pick it up. Though his brows furrowed, he held the glint of a smile, almost a fondness for whatever the thing was. “This must be the first time you’ve ever encountered such a contraption. The medical community has been using such devices for generations now, though their origins are…a tad deviant.”

I had no desire to place anything deviant upon my body. While many patients had it worse being subject to the Good Doctor, I remained satisfied with flying just under his radar.

“Nothing that will harm, I assure you.” He clicked one of the buttons. The massager slowed. “Allow me to show you.”

He placed it against my shoulder and applied a small amount of weight. The muscle ached but in such a way that it loosened. I leaned my neck to the side and closed my eyes with a sigh.

“That good?” Dottore questioned.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He moved to the other shoulder. Before long we tested it directly on the scabs, but the vibrations only caused pain. The surrounding muscles carried the most pain relief. Not that it took away the pain, but anything was better than nothing.

I stretched my arms out as he moved on to do my calf. Everything felt light. He lifted my leg and let the vibrations take over. A groan slipped from my lips. I quickly apologized.

“No need.” Dottore stood and mechanically worked on my thigh. “Such things are also part of my job as a doctor. I’ve seen and heard it all.”

My eardrums rang. The core of my stomach turned inside out and settled hot in my abdomen. The movements shook the entirety of my thigh…I clenched my jaw to bear with the straight fire that coursed through my groin and averted my gaze.

“Is this painful,” he asked. He pulled it off the leg a tad.

“Nope,” I quickly barked. “Just fine.”

Gods, my cheeks boiled.

He cocked a brow. “Hm. I see.”

He continued his assault. I did my best to remain calm.

“Did you know.” He moved the massager higher up my inner thigh. “That vibrators were invented by doctors to treat female hysteria?”

I lightly shook my head, but the doctor seemed so lost in his own mind anyway. His free hand gestured wildly as he spewed names and dates I could not recognize.

“Physicians would often administer pelvic massages involving clitoral stimulation. Studies show that staff never considered it something erotic. At the time, only penetrative copulation was seen as the way to provide sexual arousal. Spas all across the world began adapting the vibrator into their treatments. Water therapy was also used but was hardly as efficient. Patients would flush and grow hot, so why wouldn’t they think that perhaps one were sweating off a fever? Of course, now we know about clitoral orgasms.”

The vibrator hovered over the exact area he spoke of. I held my breath.

“Which,” he continued. “If you were to use the device for such actions, it would most likely greatly impact your mental health, and no one here would reprimand you for it.”

I exhaled shakily. How long had it been since I’d touched myself? Occasionally I’d attempt, but sharp pains would stab throughout my fingers and joints as if a fork were dragged across every nerve.

I would definitely use this in the privacy of my own room, I decided.

“I don’t suggest holding it for too long.” He applied the barest amount of pressure. “Though theses were created to rest the exhausted hands of doctors, I am afraid if you grip something too long in your condition, the repetitive motion might trigger more pain.”

While I wasn’t born yesterday, the stoic calmness that Dottore’s demeanor held starkly contrasted with the teasing push of his hands. Was he waiting for me to make the next move? The doctor never cared before for ethics, so why did he pause just before administrating the rest?

His knuckles brushed my inner thigh as he repositioned. Every muscle I’d tensed fell to pieces; my thighs quivered. “I’d never known that history. But it makes sense. I suppose there’s multiple…uses for these.”

“Indeed.” Another press. “Would you like for me to continue helping you figure them out?”

While not touching the skin directly, the vibrations settled over my clothes and guided the seam against my slit. It stung. It burned. It throbbed. I needed more.

I guided my hand around the doctor’s and pressed the vibrator flush with my cunt.

That was all he needed to flash a pearly white fang and a low chuckle. “This is also my duty as a doctor, so I do not mind. Tell me if you experience any pain or release of pain or anything out of the ordinary.”

I shrieked. Whatever setting the man had turned it to whizzed and rang around the room and doubled my entire body over. My forehead crashed into the doctor, and the flood of fire that shot through my vulva multiplied as he kept the head firmly pressed. It engulfed and seized the entire lower half of my body with pulses that squeezed the life out of my clit.

I came? I came. That was an orgasm. My hands trembled and held onto his collar. My head felt as if I had drank three glasses of wine one after the other.

Another round of fire bubbled within my nerves.

I gripped his shoulders. “Do..doctor please, fuck, gods, I can’t, it’s a lot, shit.”

His lips calmly shushed me. “Good girl. Thank you for telling me how you feel. But I believe you can do more, yes?”

Could I?

“Okay,” I whined. My head thudded against his chest. Hot tears threatened the corners of my eyes.

“How is this?”

The buzzing grew louder.

I screamed.

The screaming did not stop until my second high settled into a wet throb. I sobbed into his coat as snot dribbled down my chin. He lowered the vibrations. The change of speed made my legs kick forward, and they clutched around his waist instinctively. The action pressed him and the device harder into me. I groaned and bit the lapel of his coat as I grinded. I needed more I didn’t need more I needed it I needed it

“How is your pain,” Dottore asked in a whisper that lingered in my ear.

Pain?

Oh.

For a few seconds, I’d completely forgotten.

The pull of Dottore’s lips that morphed to a grin heated against my earlobe. “It seems the experiment was a success. Please, do use the treatment wisely. If it is ever too strenuous on you, come see me, and I will treat you very well.”

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scuttling · 3 years ago

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If I Should Linger

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 6,979 (what is wrong with me??) Tags: 18+, NSFW, Best Friend's Dad Hotch, Confident reader, Flirting, Oral sex, Protected sex, Dirty talk, A little angst with a happy ending Summary: Your best friend stands you up at the bar, but it actually turns into the best night you've had in a long time—maybe the best night of your life. Unfortunately, things don't stay uncomplicated for long... *Requested by @hotforhotchner11 Link to A03 or read below! “I can’t believe you stood me up to have sex with a frat boy,” you hiss into your phone from your seat at the bar. Your best friend Julie—better known as Jay—is on the other end, and she’s completely ruining your plans for the evening at later than the last minute. She’s never on time for anything.

“He’s not a frat boy… yet. He’s rushing.” You pick up your gin and tonic to take a sip, but her comment makes you pause.

“He’s rushing? How old is he?” The breath she blows out before she answers tells you everything you need to know. Goddamn cradle robber.

“Twenty? Or, almost twenty.”

“Oh, you nasty girl. He’s nearly ten years younger than us.” At 28, you literally could not imagine being interested in a 20 year old. Anyone under 25 is practically an infant; what would you talk about?

“The pussy wants what it wants, babe. It’s more fun when they barely know what they’re doing.” Then again, you figure, she isn’t exactly doing much talking.

“That’s gross, Jay.”

“Is it any grosser than your thing for older guys? You’d fuck my dad if I let you anywhere near him, which is exactly why I don’t.”

“I would not fuck your dad—actually, what does he look like?” She groans down the line and you laugh. “I’m kidding. I’m trying to fuck someone’s dad tonight, but not yours.” You hear a choked laugh from beside you and you glance over at, objectively, one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen: he’s Black, bald, muscular, with a neatly trimmed goatee and a killer smile, and apparently your thirst for older men amuses him. You smile back. “Jay, I have to go; I’m embarrassing myself in public.”

“Okay, and what else is new? Bye!” When she hangs up, you lock your phone and turn to face the man at the bar.

“Sorry about that. Sometimes I forget people are actually listening in places like these; there’s so much talking it’s all kind of white noise to me.”

“It’s kind of my job to listen to what no one else does, but I forget to turn it off sometimes,” he says, and no, that’s not intriguing or anything. “So you’re into older guys?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, and you lean in with your chin in your hand, elbow on the bar.

“Almost exclusively. You don’t look old enough to be someone’s dad, but I’d probably make an exception.” He laughs again; he doesn’t have a drink, so maybe he’s waiting for the bartender, but you sip yours.

“I’m flattered, but taken. I have a friend who’s probably your type; he doesn’t do one night stands, though. He doesn’t really do anything. We’re trying to loosen him up.” You hum thoughtfully, take a cursory glance around the room.

“I happen to be great at loosening older men up. Is he here?” He shoots you a smile, looks at you like you kind of amaze him.

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Would you, if you weren’t taken?” He nods a little, like you’ve got a good point, and you both laugh. “Yeah, it’s a double standard. If you can walk up to a woman and ask her if it hurt when she fell from heaven, why can’t I walk up to an older man and ask if he believes in love at first sight, or if I should walk by again?”

“That tired line would not work on my friend,” he says, and you grin.

“I think you’d be surprised. But, you know him better, so why don’t you just invite me back to your table, since I got stood up by my friend and I’m all alone, and let me do my thing?” You swirl your straw in your drink, try to look flirty, and he leans in on his elbow like you did before.

“You know what? What the hell. If nothing else, he gets some attention from a pretty girl and maybe it boosts his confidence.” You smile—you like this guy already.

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” He rolls his eyes, and then the bartender presents him with his drinks. You take two—one is a neat bourbon, that has to belong to the older man friend—and follow him to his table while he just shakes his head.

“Looks like you brought back more than drinks,” a pale woman with dark hair and bangs says with a smile when the two of you approach the table. He hands her one of the beers, takes the cocktail from your hand and gives it to a petite blonde with fair skin.

“Her friend bailed on her and we got talking at the bar, so I invited her to come sit with us.” You introduce yourself to the group, and the friend Derek mentioned might be your type? Egregious understatement.

He’s everything you like in an older man: polite, well-spoken, handsome, clean shaven, with a great head of thick, dark hair—he’s wearing an expensive watch, a goddamn suit, a tailored suit that fits him perfectly, and if Jay were here, you’d be catching her attention and panting like a dog, with your hands up near your face.

To someone without your more refined palate for older gentlemen, he may look like an average white guy in his early fifties, but you have to look down to make sure your panties haven’t dropped involuntarily. Just in case.

“Is this seat taken?” you ask, gesturing to the one next to him, and he shakes his head, pulls it out for you before he sits back down—yes, he stood when you approached the table. Manners, check. You’re trying not to drool.

You smooth out your skirt before you take your seat—you always dress for the man you want to attract, and tonight is no exception, so you’re wearing a black lace dress and nude heels; the dress is fitted, but not clingy, and not too short, and you know the right kind of man will find it appealing. So far, your handsome potential love interest Aaron seems to be looking respectfully; that may change, but you’re happy to see it, for now.

“So Derek mentioned you’re all in the FBI; are you the boss? You look like the boss,” you say with a playful smile, and Aaron looks a little nervous when he nods, makes eye contact.

“Until someone decides to overthrow me,” he jokes, deadpan, and your smile gets brighter. Dry sense of humor, check.

“I’d like to see them try; I definitely sense that you can handle your own.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Derek hiding a smile behind his hand. He knows you’re flirting, even if no one else does, and another reason you hope to take Aaron home is so you can wipe that smile off his face—but mostly because Aaron’s gorgeous, and you know it would be a very good time for the both of you.

“Let’s play darts,” Derek says to the other people at the table—you can’t remember their names at the moment, all your attention focused on Aaron—and they get up and walk over to the board, so it’s just the two of you.

Aaron clears his throat. “Thank you. What do you do for work?”

“I’m in publishing; a copy editor. Mostly Tom Clancy type action novels, and romance novels. Lots of heaving bosoms and cries of overwhelming pleasure, you know?” You take a sip of your drink through the straw, looking over at him as innocently as you can. He’s a little flushed; you’re a huge fan of that look on a man. “Do you ever read romance novels?”

“Uh, no. Not my genre.” He takes a sip of his drink, and you watch his mouth while he does.

“Not mine either. When you edit enough of them, they become wholly unsexy… and they never compare to real life.” You flick your eyes over his body, briefly but not subtly, and he gives you a glance back. Your heart beats a little faster in your chest. “So what do you like to read? Wait, may I guess?” you ask, setting a hand on his arm. He nods, and you carry on, leaning just a little closer. “So I’m going to guess you’re a fan of the classics, novels you’ve read a hundred times. I think you would tell me your favorite is To Kill a Mockingbird,” you say, tapping against his sleeve, “and maybe intellectually it is, but you actually feel more when you read Moby Dick. I bet your heart yearns for adventure—not that life as a crime solving FBI agent is boring, but it's all too real. Moby Dick is the perfect blend of adventure and fantasy for a man like you.”

“You’ve known me for all of ten minutes,” he says with a raised eyebrow, and you shrug and take a drink.

“True. But am I right? Or close?” He smiles, the first full, unguarded expression he’s given tonight, and you feel awesome for making that happen.

“My favorite book is Moby Dick. I make a point to read it at least twice a year. You’re good.”

“Thank you.” You pull back, take your hand off of his arm; you’ve laid the groundwork for touching, and he’ll have to make a move if he wants more. “People often tell you a lot they don’t intend to, and books are my thing, so it’s easy for me to connect the dots. I recommend books to people as a kind of party trick.” You stir your drink, and he shifts a little, sitting closer.

“Have you disappointed many people with your recommendations?”

“Oh, I make it a personal mission to never leave anyone disappointed,” you say, your voice low and sweet like honey. His eyes move to your mouth. You sweep your tongue over your bottom lip. “Derek said your friends are trying to get you to loosen up; can I ask why?” He flicks his eyes up to yours, frowns a little, like he’s not sure that’s something he’s ready to tell you; ultimately, he just sighs.

“I’ve been divorced for five years, alone for five years. They think it’s time I…” He trails off, shrugs.

“Get back in the saddle?” you offer, and he laughs lightly, agrees. “Is that something you’re interested in? You shouldn’t feel pressured into it if you’re not ready.” You might want to sleep with him so badly it’s sickening, but not at the expense of his well-being.

He exhales deeply and lifts his arm to rest it on the back of your chair; you want to smile, but the conversation doesn’t call for it, so you hold off.

“I think I’m ready, but how do you really know?” You turn toward him a little more, lean against his arm; it feels easy, comfortable, almost like a real date and not you flirting like your life depends on it and hoping to get a bite.

“I think you should wait to meet someone who makes you feel a spark, and then explore it. Maybe it burns hot, but doesn’t last. Maybe it’s a slow burn. Maybe it’s a bit of both. I think when you’re really ready to put yourself out there, you’ll know.” He holds your gaze, wets his lips, takes a breath.

“You’ve been flirting with me.” You do smile a little, then.

“Yes, Aaron, I have.”

“Did Derek put you up to it?”

“Absolutely not.” You touch his arm again, gentle, lean in close. “I’m genuinely interested in you. You’re everything I’m attracted to in a man.” His smile doesn’t touch his eyes.

“Old and uptight?”

“Older, and kind, and capable of having a conversation about more than just sports and money, and handsome. Very handsome.” You lift your fingers from his arm, brush them through his hair over his temple. “I feel a spark. Do you?”

“Yes,” he breathes, and when you set your hand on the table, he covers it carefully with his. His hand is big, warm, softer than you’d expected, and you’re met with the sudden urge to feel it all over your body. “I feel a spark.”

“Good. Do you want to come home with me tonight? No strings attached—just to get you back in the saddle,” you say with a tilt of your head, and he nods.

“I want to.” You’re certain that the smile that crosses your face is softer, inviting, but you get the feeling he won’t kiss you while his friends could be watching. You’re actually surprised he’s touching you so openly.

“Okay, so why don’t you give me a ride home? I was going to have to call an Uber, since my friend didn’t show up, but you’re a gentleman, aren’t you? You wouldn’t let me do that.” He catches on to what you’re saying, the excuse you’re giving him to give his friends, makes a noise of understanding.

“Of course. I wouldn’t rest not knowing you made it home safely.”

“I’m not sure how much rest you’ll be getting tonight,” you murmur, and you rest your free hand on his thigh under the table, squeeze a little. He’s very firm, and you kind of melt. “But that’s a very sweet sentiment, Aaron. Are you committed to staying here much longer?”

“Not at all. Would you like to leave now?” You hold his gaze for a moment, want to be really sure about this; you’re no expert on body language, but you’ve been here before, and he really does look less tense than when you first showed up, more comfortable and open. All really good signs.

“Yes, please.” He squeezes your hand, then stands, smooths out his jacket, and tells you he’ll be right back while he goes to say goodbye to his friends. You stand too, finish what’s left of your drink, and pull out your phone to text Jay.

Taking home the most incredible man. Guess I don’t need my wingwoman after all.

J: Tell grandpa I said he better treat you right.

Please. He’s not that old. If anything, you can call him daddy. :P

J: You can call him daddy. Have fun ;) The ride to your apartment starts out quiet, but you try to fill it by asking Aaron more about himself. You keep your hands on him while you chat, leaning as close to him as you can while wearing your seatbelt, running your hand up and down his leg, over his arm while he shifts gears. You know it’s turning you on, and you’re fairly certain it’s turning him on as well.

You learn more about his job, that he basically solves crimes by judging people, which is kind of funny; before that, he was a lawyer, which you can definitely see. He has one child, a daughter who’s upset with him because of the divorce (someone’s dad, check), and a brother who lives in New York, no living parents. It’s more information than you usually get out of someone you plan to sleep with, but you really do like him, and since he’s not the one night stand type, you think more conversation is the right way to go.

He asks about you too, about your family and your job and your lame friend who bailed on you, and when he arrives outside your building, parks in the lot, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean in closer, smoothing a hand over his waist.

“I’m really glad I met you tonight,” you breathe, looking up at him, and he puts his hand on your cheek and you meet for a slow, easy kiss. “Hmm. I knew you’d be good at that.”

“I knew you’d be good at that, too. You have the most beautiful lips.” He brushes his fingers over them, and you take his hand, bring two of them into your mouth to suck softly. His breath hitches, and you feel your panties getting damp. God, he’s gorgeous. “Let’s go inside,” he whispers, and you slip his fingers out, drop a hand to his lap where he’s—oh, so perfectly hard it’s unreal.

“We could get started out here, have a little adventure,” you say playfully, fully prepared for him to say he’d rather not, but he just licks his lips and looks at you like you’re going to be the death of him, but at least he’ll die happily. That’s another look you’re a huge fan of on an older man.

You undo his belt, his button and his zipper, pull his cock out of his pants; he’s of average length, thick, makes your mouth water, and you lean in to use that to your advantage, getting him wet with your saliva and then stroking him in your hand. You look up at his face, and he’s got his eyes closed, head back against the headrest—so fucking sexy. You reach your free hand under his shirt, where he’s hairy, strong, but a little soft, just the way you like it, and he opens his eyes and pulls you close for a kiss that’s a bit harder than the last.

“You’re absolutely perfect,” he sighs against your lips, and you press closer for another kiss. You almost regret the adventure comment now, because you want to undress him, and touch him, feel him all over, but you’ll just have to be patient. (That’s never been your strong suit.)

“Are you kidding? You are… everything. If I could build a dream man, he would literally be a copy of you.” He makes a sharp, self-deprecating sound, and you lean down to get him wetter, move your hand a little faster. “I’m completely serious. I’m a little upset I’ve been going to that bar for so long and our paths never crossed.” One of his hands moves to your hair, and he pulls you close for a kiss; he’s ready to come, you can tell, and you want him to more than anything, so you cover his hand with yours and dip your head, sucking his dick like you’re desperate for it. When it comes to Aaron, you’re kind of desperate for everything.

“Oh, god. That feels so good, baby.” You moan at the pet name—is there anything better in the world than an older man calling you baby? Maybe just Aaron specifically calling you baby—and he tightens his fingers in your hair while you glide over him, tight and wet, until he comes in your mouth.

You swallow it down, pull off breathless, and then swipe your tongue over him so he’s clean enough that you can tuck him back into his pants. You look up at him from his lap, and he’s panting too, rubs his fingers over your lips, your chin, down your throat. You’re desperately horny now, soaking wet, and when you shift to sit up, he catches you for a deep, steamy kiss, and that does nothing to help your situation.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and ugh, your heart flutters. Seriously, who created this man? He’s incredible. “Now let’s go inside so I can make you come, too.”

“Definitely,” you agree with a nod, and you kiss him once more before pulling back and climbing out of the car, straightening yourself up. He does the same, then walks over to you, takes your hand, and follows you into your apartment.

Sex with Aaron is… talk about adventure. He fucks like—well, like he hasn’t done it in over five years. As soon as you get inside the door, he gets on his knees, pulls your panties down, lifts your skirt up, and eats your pussy with such enthusiasm you come with your hands in his hair, rocking against his face, in less than three minutes. Seeing him down on the ground in the full suit, just going to town on you, is not an image you’ll soon forget, that’s for sure.

After that, the two of you stumble to your bedroom, hands all over each other, tugging at zippers and discarding clothes—he has you keep your shoes on, and that makes you feel slutty like a porn star, and super hot—and you kiss, touch, moving your hands all over each other's bodies until he’s hard again. You stay in missionary, and after he slips on a condom from your bedside table, he slides into you, kisses your lips and your neck and your shoulders while he rolls his hips against yours.

It’s slow and sensual at first, and you drag your nails lightly across his back, tilt your head when he nips at your throat.

“Aaron, oh. You feel so good,” you breathe, scraping your fingers through his hair, and his thrusts get a little deeper, his kisses a little rougher.

“You’re incredible. So gorgeous.” He moves a hand to your breast, massages it while your bodies work; you hitch your legs up higher, moan, and pull him closer, your hands on his body, and he fucks into you more frantically, humping against you hard, wildly. You’ve never really gotten fuck you like an animal, but that’s kind of what he’s doing, and you’re into it, clinging to him, pushing into his thrusts like it’s possible to take him deeper than you are now.

God, he’s going to spoil you, ruin you for all other men. You’re going to have your best sex at 28 and then be chasing this feeling the rest of your goddamn life. It’s both amazing and horribly unfair.

“Yes, Aaron, yeah. Fuck me hard, fuck me deep.” He groans, pounds inside you, moves his hand from your breast to the back of your neck and stares down into your eyes while he absolutely destroys you. You come clenching around him, pulling his hair and digging your nails into his shoulder, and his mouth comes crashing down for a kiss while he thrusts through it and then stutters, his orgasm right behind yours.

You sag against the pillow behind your head, and he puts his weight on you, hand still clamped around the nape of your neck, and breathes hot against your throat.

You stare up at the ceiling, catching your breath, and thank fucking god Jay stood you up tonight. Aaron is very sweet, kissing you and holding you, murmuring against your skin, and the two of you go to the bathroom, get cleaned up, and then raid your kitchen for snacks, talking easily and laughing. He doesn’t look like he’s about to bolt, which you’d been a little worried about; in fact, he actually suggests taking your snacks back to bed, jokes about not getting any crumbs on your white sheets. Never one to kick a man out abruptly after sex, and especially not a man like Aaron, you agree, and you end up in bed again, which means…

Another frantically torn condom wrapper later, and you’re on your stomach, your nipples rubbing against the sheets. Aaron’s hands are on your ass while you work yourself on his cock, rolling your body, moaning desperately like you aren’t already two orgasms deep; his dick hits just right, and between that and the nipple stimulation you’re coming fast, bucking hard against him so he’ll follow.

“Fuck, baby, coming already?” He tightens his grip, slams inside you, plants one hand on the bed to change his angle a bit. “Let’s try for another; your body is so perfect, built for sex, built for me.” You groan, roll your eyes back because his dirty talk is hitting the spot, and the two of you fuck together, noisy and eager and hot, until he shudders, squeezes your ass hard and starts to come.

You’re so close, right on the edge, and you sound wild because of it, your moans high, whimpering, your fingers digging into the sheets.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you beg, grinding against him, and he puts both hands hard on your hips, rails you into the bed.

“I’m not stopping until you come for me. Come for me,” he murmurs, and he wraps one hand around the front of your body, rubs your clit, and you climax, squeezing your eyes shut, seeing stars. You moan his name, drop your hand to cover his where it rests against your pussy, and this time when his body drapes across your back like a weighted blanket, you sigh and close your eyes.

He kisses your back and shoulders, runs his big hands over your hips and ass, then slides off and guides you to the edge of the bed, lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom. You think absently that you could get used to being treated this well, and you must say it, because he presses a kiss to your lips and whispers, “I will if you let me.”

There’s a little talk in bed, after you’re cleaned up and cozy beneath the comforter, about going on a real date; Aaron seems nervous, like he thinks you won’t go for it, that all you wanted was this night of sex. And yes, while that’s typically your MO, something about Aaron is different. He makes you want more, things like dates and picnics and sweet lovemaking at night and kisses—all the kisses, everywhere, all the time.

You ask him to stay, and he promises he will, and you fall asleep in his arms. It’s the best you’ve felt in a really long time.

You wake up to Aaron’s sleepy, handsome face, and you kiss and smile into each other’s lips, because last night was great, but this is even greater. Your plan is to take a shower together and then go out for breakfast, but there’s a knock at your door just as you’re planning to step in.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up,” you tell him with a kiss, and you pull on your robe and peer through the peephole, then pull the door open. “Well, well; now you decide to show up.”

Jay steps in with a box of doughnuts and two cups of coffee, looking properly shamed.

“I know, I’m a horrible friend. I broke the slut code: stay slutty, but never at the expense of your best girl.” You crack a smile, because you could never really be mad at her, but especially not after last night. You’re about to say that, but she looks over your shoulder at the clothes still strewn about your living room and grins. “Holy shit. Is your old man still here?”

“He’s not an old man, and yes, he’s in the shower, so shut up.” She shoves the doughnuts and coffee carrier into your hands and brushes past you, toward your bedroom, and you groan. “Jay, no, come on.”

“I just want to get a glimpse of him,” she says, peeking her head into your room. She sees more clothes, and the condom wrappers, looks back at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Okay, someone had a good time last night.”

“Yes, it was fucking incredible. He’s a sex god, I’m not even kidding. He ate my pussy like he hasn’t had a meal in months, then fucked me twice, so hard and sexy, and then he asked me if he could take me on a date, Jay.” You smile wide, can’t help it. “I really like him, so I actually owe you for not coming out last night.” She smiles back, pulls you close for a hug, and you step back with your hands on her shoulders. “So thank you, and thanks for coming to apologize, but can you please leave? I really don’t want to miss out on some potential good morning shower sex.”

She rolls her eyes, but it’s all from a place of love, and she turns to head out of your room.

“Okay, but only because cockblocking you would mean breaking the slut code again, and I can’t have my membership card revoked. I have a date with the almost frat boy again tonight.” She grins, and you shake your head, pull off your robe when you hear the door shut and head for the shower.

Good morning shower sex has never been so good. One month and twelve dates later, and you’re head over heels for Aaron. He is so sweet, and smart, and secretly funny, the perfect gentleman when you’re in public and an absolute manic in private, and you seriously could not have imagined a more perfect man.

Jay is maybe a little tired of hearing you talk about him.

You’re out for breakfast on a Saturday morning—Aaron is on a case in Indiana, or you’d probably be with him—and she sighs around a bite of french toast.

“I get it, he’s the best lay you’ve ever had in your life. He makes your pussy wet and your heart horny, or whatever. When do I get to meet the old man who’s got you wrapped around his big sexy fingers?”

“He’s supposed to be home tonight, maybe I’ll see if he’s feeling up to drinks?” Sometimes he’s really worn out after these cases, and you don’t blame him, but occasionally they must touch him in a way that makes him want to enjoy life, because you’ve had some nice dates the same day he gets back. You’ll ask, and if he’s not up for it, you’ll reschedule.

“Ooh, yes. I can’t wait to finally get a good look at the hunk who turned my maneater best friend into a monogamous whore.” You gasp, affronted, and she cackles, takes a sip of her iced coffee. Sometimes you can’t even remember why you’re friends—but she never fails to do something completely unexpected and sweet that reminds you eventually. “Hey, maybe now that you’re obsessed with this guy, you can finally meet my dad, since I don’t have to worry about you trying to suck his dick at first sight.”

You know that Jay’s relationship with her dad has been a little rough since her parents split up, and you’ve always thought that maybe you could get her to open up to him, to talk to him, if you could get to know him, but her fears about your taste for older men have always been hilariously real. As if you can’t control yourself; as if you’d ever actually date her dad.

“Well I’ll have to ask my old man; maybe he’s down for a threesome?” It’s her turn to act offended, and you laugh and send Aaron a text about this evening before you forget.

Can’t wait to meet the infamous Jay, he replies, and you won’t lie, you’re feeling really good about your two favorite people finally getting to know each other.

That night, you and Aaron beat Jay to the bar, because of course you do—that bitch is never on time for anything.

You’re feeling cute in a sexy turtleneck dress (the neck of which Aaron tugged down to place a hickey under when you rode him on the couch before coming here) and a set of earrings he bought you—you’re wearing a set of lingerie he bought you, too for later—and he looks gorgeous in a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

You can barely keep your hands off of him, squeezing his thigh, kissing his neck; you only give him an inch of space when he gets up to run to the restroom, and even then, the way he smiles and presses his lips to yours before he goes makes you want to cancel drinks and take him home so you can be alone.

But Jay asked to meet him, and you have been a little obsessed lately, so you want to do this and make her happy.

You look down at your phone, ready to hit her with some inflammatory where the fuck are you??? texts, when she drops into the seat Aaron had just vacated, breathless.

“Sorry, sorry. Traffic was really bad, and I got into this huge fight with my mom on the phone...” She pulls off her jacket, drapes it over the back of the seat.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, concerned. The two of them usually get along pretty well.

“Yeah, she’s just pissed because my dad has a new girlfriend—which is stupid, because she’s the one who wanted to divorce him, so why does she care? But anyway, I told her I’d meet her and be nice to her, because it’s important to him, and she expects me to take her side or something. I don’t know. Let’s just say I’m really glad I’m out for drinks with you and your old man so I can forget about my problems for a while.” She takes a deep breath for practically the first time since she started talking, then looks around, realizes it’s just the two of you. “Hey, where is he, anyway?”

“Restroom,” you say with a smile, but something more must creep onto your face, because she rolls her eyes playfully.

“And you didn’t follow him in there for a little stall action?”

“Ew, no. That’s more your speed than mine; we had sex before we came, anyway, look at this hickey.” You pull the neck of your dress down and she whistles, impressed.

“Congrats on having such good pussy, babe. I know you’re sickeningly obsessed with him, but it looks to me like he’s got it bad for you too.” You grin, instinctively want to gush over him, but you see him walking over out of the corner of your eye, so you hold off.

He’s frowning, though, and you’re not sure why.

“Julie?” Jay whips her head around at the sound of Aaron’s voice, and her eyes get wide.

“Dad? What are you…” You stand up abruptly, looking up at Aaron, and Jay stands too, looking between you, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I… We…” He swallows, looks at you like you’ve both made a terrible mistake. You’re surprised how much that look hurts, but you know you have to take care of Jay before you can feel sorry for yourself.

“Jay, listen to me, okay? I swear to god I didn’t know.” You’re begging, pleading with your eyes, your hands on her shoulders. “I did not know.” She shakes her head like it’s not making sense, but when she lets herself connect the dots, she brings up a hand to cover her mouth.

“Oh my god. Are you fucking kidding me?” She pulls away from you, looking at you like you punched her in the face. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Jay, I didn’t—”

“Julie,” Aaron says, reaching for her, but she steps back, palms up.

“I seriously can’t believe this. You two… After every joke we made about me keeping you away from him?” She looks at you like you betrayed her, and you exhale, shrug sadly.

“It’s not like I went looking for him, Jay. We just… found each other.” You don’t look at Aaron, because if the last month hasn’t meant the same things to him, you’ll have to be okay with that. “I know it’s shocking, and I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what it feels like to find this out, this way.”

“You’re right, you can’t imagine. I just fought with my mom about my dad’s new girlfriend, and it’s-it’s you.” She laughs, humorless.

“You fought with your mom? When?” Aaron asks, crossing his arms, and it’s so clear how much he cares about Jay. Her eyes fly to his.

“On the fucking way here. She told me about your new slut girlfriend, and I was defending you! I told her I’d meet her if you asked me to, that I’d be nice because I know she’s important to you! And it’s you,” she practically spits, turning to you. “Such a whore that you’ll fuck anyone over forty who can still get it up, including my fucking father.” Her tone stings, and people are looking at the three of you, but you take a breath, remind yourself that she’s just angry right now, and she loves you, doesn’t mean that.

“Julie, that's enough. I’m taking you home and we can talk about this there.” Aaron steps past her, picks up her jacket, and glances over at you, but you’re collecting your things and and pulling up a rideshare app to get yourself the fuck out of there.

You head for the bathroom to wait it out until your ride comes, and you definitely don’t cry because the two people who bring you the most happiness in the world are gone and they barely even looked back. It’s five days before Jay shows up at your door with apology doughnuts and a bottle of rosé. You eat and drink and cry on each other, and then laugh at each other, and your heart feels a little healed by the end of it.

“I’m sorry I called you a whore. It’s just… what are the odds, after everything we said, that you would actually hook up with my fucking dad.” You laugh and take the last bite of your doughnut.

“You don’t think I was a little startled by that turn of events? I was as shocked as you. I knew he had a daughter around my age, but that’s not really what we talked about, you know?” She shoves half a doughnut in her mouth and cackles.

“You don’t talk a whole lot, from what I’ve gathered.”

“Didn’t,” you say, and your whole mood shifts. She looks confused. “We didn’t talk a whole lot. He hasn’t spoken to me since the night you found out.” She pulls out her phone, starts texting.

“Okay, I told him I was okay with you guys like, two days ago, so this probably means he’s spiraling. He tends to do that—get in his own head and beat himself up for things that aren’t his fault.” She looks up from her phone, gives you a soft smile. “Will you forgive me if I tell you he’s moping at home right now, and that I know he’ll be happy to see you?” You roll your eyes a little.

“I already forgive you, Jay, but if he hasn’t called me, maybe there’s a reason. Maybe he was looking for an out, and I gave him one, or maybe he can’t feel the same way I do because he knows we’re friends.”

“He told my mom about you, remember? He wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t serious about you, and I don’t think he’d be acting this emo if he didn’t have feelings for you.” She reaches out, covers your hands with hers. “I’m really, really sorry I fucked this up for you guys. Weirdness aside, I know what good people you both are, and I hate that you were happy and I took that from you guys. I’m 100% supportive of you being my future step-mom,” she says with a grin, and you roll your eyes again and give her a hug and then jump up to get a shower.

You’re going to go get your old man.

When you knock on Aaron’s door an hour later, he looks surprised to see you.

“I thought you’d be Julie,” he says softly, and you sigh.

“I know. She sent me. She wants us to get our heads out of our asses, but I told her I don’t know where your head is, because we haven’t spoken.” Seeing him makes you feel a little better, because he does look like he may have been moping the last few days, so that must mean the spark is still there, right? “If you want me to leave, just tell me, and I’ll go; I’ll get out of your life and you can pretend it was just a casual thing, if that’s what you want.” Your heart aches at the thought, but you’d understand, if being his daughter’s best friend is an obstacle he can’t overcome.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he says after a long, painfully drawn out moment. “I don’t want you to ever leave. And I could never pretend this was casual.” He steps forward—so handsome in a t-shirt and jeans it makes you long to press kisses all over his face, to hold him and be held by him—and his eyes are trained on yours. “I know nothing about us is conventional, but it doesn’t matter to me if it doesn’t matter to you. I want to be with you.”

You take a deep, calming breath, exhale and nod. Your hands ache to reach out and touch him.

“I want to be with you, but only if you can promise that if something comes up with Jay—Julie—we can figure it out together. I don’t ever want to feel the way I felt the other night, and while I get that you had to take care of your daughter, and I’m glad you two talked things out, I can’t just be abandoned if things get weird.” You approach him, wrap your arms around him, and sigh. He hugs you so tightly, rests his cheek against the top of your head.

“I promise. I know I could have handled that better, but the situation was just so...”

“I know, that’s okay. Family comes first—but just so you know, she gave me her full support to campaign to become her new step-mom,” you say, pulling back with a teasing smile, and he shakes his head and grins. “So, one last question: Are you ready to get back in the saddle, Aaron?” He leans in and kisses you so hard you’re breathless, weaves his fingers into your hair.

“Sounds like my kind of adventure.” Message sent with high importance: Do not disturb! Your dad’s indecent.

J: Gross. Thanks for the warning, mom.

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spaceman-earthgirl · 3 years ago

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21 for supercorp, please :)

I combined two for this one because they fit so well together. 21. "Go back to bed before you collape." and 34. “You should be in bed! You can barely stand upright.”

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Lena rubs at bleary eyes, briefly wondering how comfortable sleeping with her head on the table might be before she pushes the idea from her mind. She can sleep when she’s done, this is more important.

A noise at the door draws her attention, and she really shouldn’t be surprised to find Kara standing there, leaning against the door frame, but she is.

Lena is on her feet immediately. “You should be in bed! You can barely stand upright.”

“I’m fine,” Kara waves off the concern. Lena doesn’t miss the way she’s still holding herself up by the door frame. “What are you doing? I woke up and you were gone.”

It had been tough, leaving Kara sleeping, pulling her hand from where it was settled over Kara’s in favour of dragging herself to the laboratory. But then she’d remembered the gash on Kara��s forehead, dripping blood, the tears in her suit and bruise on her cheek, a sight burned into her mind, a sight she never wants to see again.

Which is why she’s in the lab now, making upgrades to Kara’s suit, to make sure something like this never happens again. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d get some work done,” Lena lies.

“You’re tired, you should get some sleep.”

Lena swallows. “I don’t want go home.”

“I never said you should go home,” Kara says, pushing off from the door frame, still slightly unsteady on her feet.

“Go back to bed before you collapse, you should be under the sun lamps.” Lena hates seeing Kara like this, hates that she’s hurt, hates that she couldn’t help or stop this.

“I’ll go back to bed if you join me? You need sleep too.”

“But,” Lena starts, looking back at the work she’s started.

“It’ll be there tomorrow,” Kara promises, cutting in.

Lena can’t say no when Kara’s eyes are wide and hesitant so she walks with Kara back to the med bay, arm tucked through Kara’s to make sure she doesn’t fall even if she’s looking stronger than Lena had been expecting considering how bad she’d looked earlier in the evening. The cut on her forehead is even completely healed now, which is reassuring.

Lena tries to take the seat next to Kara’s bed, where she’d been sitting most of the night, but Kara doesn’t let her, she tugs her forward instead.

“Come here, please?” Kara asks, shuffling over to make room for Lena on the bed, switching the sunlamps off as she does.

“No, you need to heal.”

Kara shakes her head. “I’m fine, I promise, and I’ll turn them back on in the morning.” A pause. “I could just really use a hug from my best friend right now.”

There’s no way Lena can say no to a request like that, not that she would, except for the part where she’s not a particular fan of the sunlamps being turned off.

Lena smiles when Kara immediately wraps her arms around her when she lies down, when Kara presses as close as she can and rests her head on her chest.

“Much better than any sunlamps,” Kara hums. “I’m feeling better already.”

“I thought you said you were fine?” Lena replies, even as her heart skips multiple times in her chest. Kara must be able to hear it, even without superhearing she would be able to, head resting over her heart.

“Shhh, go to sleep,” Kara says, completely ignoring Lena.

Lena can hear the smile in her voice.

“Good night, Kara,” Lena says, relaxing into Kara’s embrace, deciding this is a fight she isn’t going to win.

“Good night, Lena.”

Tomorrow, Kara can rest under the sunlamps some more (Lena knows that if her and Alex tag team, they should be able to convince Kara to spend a little more time under them) and once she’s well rested herself, she can work on the suit to make sure no one can ever hurt Kara again.

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #ask #anon

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ɪ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ[ᴇᴅ] ʏᴏᴜ

PART ONE OF FOUR

Summary: You thought meeting Ransom was just a lucky strike, turns out your lucky strike might have been forced.

Request: Hi! can u do 11, 12, 20, and 25 from the angst prompts with Ransom.

11. ‘’Come back, I’ll do anything.’’ 12. ‘’Don’t go! Don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.’’ 20. ‘’I can’t sleep without her holding me.’’ 25. ‘’I loved you.’’ (the prompts are in bold)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 7.4K

Warnings: A lot of angst. Like A LOT.

Note: I'm not gonna lie to you guys, this is not my best work. Maybe not even in the top 5 BUT I spent too much time on it not to share it with y'all so hopefully it's not too bad!

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𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

After years of hard work and sacrifices, you were finally graduating college. It took you a few tries to figure out what you really wanted to do but once you found it, you were sure you had made the right decision. You were officially an acquisitions editor, which meant that you were literally paid to read books. Not only were you done with school, the company where you had done your internship hired you before you had even graduated. You finished school with excellent grades and a job, you were proud of yourself and so were your friends. That's how you found yourself in a restaurant/bar on a Friday night. Usually Fridays were for takeouts and watching TV but your friends had been really clear that going out wasn't negotiable.

You have always been really shy, it's one of the reasons why you love books so much. You aren't really good at making friends, that's why you only have a few and you like it that way because you aren't a fan of big crowds and loud gatherings, unfortunately for you it's not something you could avoid tonight. Your friends had decided they were all bringing their significant other. You were the only single person of your group. It's not something that ever really bothered you, except for those moments when you were all together. That's when you really felt lonely.

Your friends chose a restaurant/bar so you could all have dinner together and then go dancing and drinking. You did neither of those things but you weren't going to complain. They were kind enough to want to celebrate with you.

The night had been going well, you were having fun and the food was really great. Your friends were talking amongst themselves and were kind of leaving you out of the conversation, but that's something you were used to. Their excuse was that you weren't in the same place in your life as they were and you couldn't relate. They weren't wrong, but they could have kept those topics of conversation for when you weren't around.

You were still eating when one of your friends suggested they go dancing and they were gone in 5 seconds, leaving you to finish eating alone.

The smile that you had been sporting all night quickly faded. Truthfully, you would have had a lot more fun if you had stayed home to watch TV.

The waiter came over and cleaned the table once you were done, as soon as he was gone you pulled out your phone to see if you had received any new manuscripts to read for the weekend. You were so busy reading your emails that you hadn't noticed that the guys at the table across the room had been staring at you.

Every Friday night, Ransom would meet up with his friends and spend most of the night drinking and throwing away their money. It's something they had started in college a few years ago and still did to this day. They liked to challenge each other by making bets and daring one another to do stupid stuff for a ridiculous amount of money. Each week, one of them would get a new dare and tonight was Ransom's turn.

It was getting difficult to come up with different bets when you've been doing this for two years, every week.

They had been at the restaurant an hour and they still hadn't found anything. They were racking their brain but coming up empty. Until one of the tables across the room made a lot of noise and caught their attention.

In the blink of an eye everyone at the table was gone. Well, almost everyone. There was a girl that stayed behind. Ransom thought she looked beautiful, especially her smile but suddenly it was gone.

He had been too busy looking at her to notice the looks his friends exchanged.

"We got your dare!" Ransom's friend, Chad, announced to get his attention.

Ransom's gaze finally broke away from you and he turned to his friends.

"Finally. What is it?"

Chad pointed to the girl that was sitting alone at the table.

"For 1K, you have two months to make her fall in love with you."

Ransom turned to look at you again and smirked to himself.

"Have you seen how sad she looks? It’ll be easy. Let's go for 2k."

‘’Someone’s cocky. 2k it is.’’ His friends agreed.

Ransom stood up. ‘’I’ll be right back.’’ He smirked and started walking towards the girl who was now his new prize. He’s gonna get that money, no matter what.

As you checked your emails, you’ve come to realize that most people do not work on Friday nights. You didn’t have a single manuscript sent to you, which you were hoping there would be, to use it as an excuse to get out of here. You were a bad liar, no poker face whatsoever so you couldn’t really fake an excuse without them knowing about it. You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts by someone lingering around your table.

You looked up to see one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen in your life. He kept staring at you, not saying a word and it was getting very uncomfortable.

‘’Hi?’’ You tried.

He grinned at the sound of your voice. ‘’Hi.’’ He held out his hand for you to shake it. ‘’I’m Ransom.’’

You took his hand in yours and shook it gently while you told him your name. ‘’You got a last name Ransom?’’ You laughed softly, letting go of his hand.

‘’It’s Drysdale.’’

Why did this name sound so familiar? You frowned, thinking. Then, it hit you. Linda Thrombey was his mom. Your expression changed from confusion to realization, and finally empathy.

‘’I was very sorry to hear about your grandfather’s passing. My condolences.’’

Harlan had passed away last month from a heart attack. Everyone was shook up over it, especially Ransom. His grandfather had always been the only one who seemed to believe in him, he was the only one who never insulted him or talked to him like he was nothing but trash. He had hoped that his grandfather would live a very long life, just like Nana. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that lucky.

Ransom’s grin faltered and he seemed to lose a little bit of his cockiness. It was the first time that someone actually showed him kindness after Harlan’s passing. His friends just asked him how much money Harlan had left him and made jokes about it. His family didn’t care enough about him to realize he was truly hurting. You were the first person to acknowledge him and his grief.

‘’Thank you.’’ He said, sincerely.

‘’How have you been holding up?’’

Again, Ransom wasn’t expecting this amount of kindness from a total stranger. His surprise must have shown because you quickly spoke before he could answer.

‘’I am so sorry. That is absolutely not my business.’’ You looked down at the table, slightly embarrassed.

A small part of him started to feel guilty about the bet. He glanced over at his table to see that everyone was staring at him. Quickly he grinned again, reminding himself why he came over.

‘’I came over because my friends and I noticed you were alone, and we were wondering if you’d join us?’’ He asked with his best flirting voice, pointing to the table where his friends were still all looking at you two.

You looked over and saw how intently they had been staring. You weren’t dumb, you knew they weren’t invinting you over because you looked like fun. They either felt bad for you or just wanted to prank you. It had happened to you a couple of times and you weren’t in the mood for humiliation.

‘’Oh…’’ You trailed off, trying to come up with something convincing to reject him. ‘’That’s nice of you all, but I’m ok here. My friends went dancing, they should be back soon.’’

Again, Ransom was surprised you had turned him down. Usually women threw themselves at him, especially when they knew who he was and how rich he was but it hadn’t seemed to even phase you. As if on cue, your friends came back a few seconds later keeping him from trying to convince you.

‘’I’ll let you to it, then.’’ He smiled at you, determined to come back over to the table again before you left.

Your friends were looking at him with big eyes, and then you. Curious to see what you would do, or hear what you would say; he walked away but not too far. As he turned around he noticed that there was a small bar near your table that allowed him to stay close without looking like a creep.

‘’Do you know who that was?’’ One of your friends asked.

You nodded.

‘’What did he want? What did he say?’’ Another one of your friends asked, excited.

You shrugged. ‘’He asked if I wanted to join him and his friends at their table.’’

Your friends’ eyes widened in shock. ‘’Ransom Drysdale asked you to join them?’’

You tried not to take offense at the way she said it. She made it sound like it was impossible for you to have a guy, a handsome one at that, show you any kind of interest. Though you agreed with her, it still hurt to hear someone say it out loud.

Your other friend straight up laughed. ‘’Yeah, you probably heard him wrong.’’

Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment.

‘’No offense honey, but he’s waaaaaaay out of your league.’’

You just nodded, agreeing with them.

Ransom was hearing everything and for some reason, he got pissed at the way your friends had been talking to you. He barely knew you but he could tell that you were a very kind person, someone that cared a lot about other people’s wellbeing and they just treated you like trash. Before even realizing what he was doing, he had turned back and was walking over to your table. He was very careful to ignore your friends, not even glancing at them and waited until you were looking at him before speaking.

‘’Sorry beautiful. I didn’t want to seem pushy since you turned me down but, I would hate myself if I left without asking for your number.’’ He leaned forward, laying both his hands on top of the table for support as he got a little bit closer to you.

He was laying it on pretty thick but your friends had rubbed him the wrong way. He was giving you his most charming smile, loving how flustered you looked.

You opened your mouth to answer him but your friend spoke up before you could.

‘’You want her number?’’ She asked, like it was the most absurd thing she’s ever heard.

Everybody heard it in her tone, even Ransom. He turned his head and looked her up and down, turning his head again to look at you. ‘’Sorry honey-’’ He used the same tone your friend had used earlier when calling you honey and telling you you weren’t worth his time. ‘’You’re really not my type.’’

He was talking to your friend while looking directly in your eyes. He grinned at you. ‘’So… Can I get your number?’’ He tried again.

The smile you gave him just illuminated your eyes and your entire face.

It was the first time someone had stood up for you to them, though he hadn’t flat out called them out; watching him rejecting her felt even better for some reason.

At the sight of your smile, Ransom started getting mixed feelings. None of them were good. The guilt that had tried to come out to the surface earlier was back and even stronger and the way his heart skipped a beat didn’t announce anything good. Too late. He was in too deep, he couldn’t quit now.

Ransom handed you his phone, unlocked, for you to enter your number. Which you did quickly after taking his phone, then you gave it back to him.

“Thanks gorgeous, I’ll definitely call you.’’ He winked at you and walked back to his table, never once looking back at your friends.

He couldn’t understand why someone as sweet as you would waste her time with horrible people like them.

Probably for the same reason he was still hanging out with his dumb friends from college; fear of loneliness.

The next day Ransom had texted you, asking if he could take you out to dinner. You accepted.

You had been surprised when Ransom asked you out. Your friends were absolutely right when they said he was out of your league and you really didn’t expect him to actually reach out to you and go as far as taking you to dinner, but you decided to go anyway.

Ransom showed up at the exact time he said he would, not a minute later. He was dressed with a different sweater from last night and black dress pants. It was a simple outfit but it made him look elegant at the same time.

You had debated for a long time on what to wear. You weren't a big fan of wearing any kind of heels, most of your shoes were either sneakers or flats. You had a dress code at work, and you'd had to buy multiple outfits that were office appropriate. Same for the shoes. You decided to wear a really simple black dress. You had no idea where you were going and it seemed like the safest option. Looking at how chic his outfit was, you were now thinking it might have been too safe of a choice.

"I should go change." You looked down at your outfit, grimacing.

"What?" He looked at you, confused. "Why?"

He sincerely thought you looked beautiful and it was clear you weren't seeing yourself the same way he did. Though after witnessing how your friends had talked to you, he could understand why.

"I don't know.. isn't it too… meh?" You bit your lower lip, a sign that you were starting to get a little nervous.

"Not at all. You look beautiful." He smiled at you.

He offered you his arm and gave a quick nod towards his car. "Let's go, I'm starving."

He grinned at you to encourage you and it worked, you felt yourself relax a little bit. You wrapped your hand around his arm and stepped outside, closing and locking the door with your free hand. He walked you over and opened the door for you, waited until you were seated and quickly closed it. He walked around and sat in the driver's seat.

The ride over was a bit awkward. You weren't really good with small talk, especially not when you felt nervous. Ransom didn't mind the silence though, it was refreshing.

As he parked the car, you saw the name of the restaurant and your eyes widened. This was one of the most expensive restaurants you'd ever heard of. Apparently, most of the meals had 3-digit prices and the portions were ridiculously small.

"Ransom… This is way too expensive."

He shrugged. "It's nothing, really."

His answer made you cringe slightly but you decided not to comment on it.

"Didn't you say you were starving? This is hardly the place for that kind of hunger." You pointed out, hoping to change his mind.

He sighed and you started to feel bad. You should have kept your mouth shut.

Ransom was slightly annoyed. Usually, people never think twice about spending his money. Hell, women threw themselves at him even more once they knew who he was and how much he's worth. That was his power play and also what he counted on to seduce you. He had sincerely thought that 2k was going to be easy money, now he wasn't so sure.

You could feel him getting frustrated and in this moment you knew that you had ruined the night and he was never going to call you again. Your embarrassment could be seen as clear as day all over your face. You started to play with the hem of your dress' skirt.

"You should just go in… I'll take a cab home."

You were avoiding his eyes, looking anywhere but his face.

He turned his head to the side to look at you and, though you weren't facing him, he could see you felt bad. All his frustration quickly dissipated and now he was the one who felt bad. His features softened as he spoke again.

"No, we'll go eat somewhere else. Anywhere you want."

You hesitated. Ransom reached over to you and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, softly brushing his thumb across your cheek.

"Come on, gorgeous. Where are we going?"

Your cheeks were burning up because of both the nickname and his touch.

"There's a place on the next street over that I really like." You suggested, shyly.

"Then that's where we'll go." He pulled his hand away from your face and took his key to start the engine but you stopped him by placing your hand over his forearm.

"Could we walk?"

It was a really warm night and you loved walking at this hour.

"Of course." He nodded before getting out of his car.

He rushed to your side to open your door before you could and offered his hand for you to hold on to as you got out. He shut the door behind you and locked the doors, waiting for the little "beep" that confirmed that all doors were locked and the anti-theft alarm was on.

"Lead the way." He smiled, waiting for you to start walking in the right direction so that he could follow.

He was shocked to see you had brought him to a diner. Ransom Drysdale in a diner. That was going to be a first.

He almost wanted to tell you that it was his turn to veto your choice of restaurant but when he looked down and saw your smile, he changed his mind.

"I promise, you're going to love it." You smiled at Ransom and walked over to the door, holding it open for him.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one to do that?" He teased you as he walked inside.

"I promise I'll let you open the next one." You smiled playfully and followed him inside.

The more he saw you smile, the more he realized that there weren't a lot of things he wouldn't do to make you smile at him. The thought terrified him.

A waitress quickly came over to greet them and asked them where they wanted to sit. Ransom quickly took a look around the restaurant and pointed to a booth in the back corner.

"Over there would be great."

The waitress simply nodded, took two menus and walked you over to your table.

You both sat on opposite sides and grabbed your menus.

"Anything to drink?" Your waitress asked.

"Water with a lemon slice, please."

"Make that two." Ransom said to her as he looked down to start making his choice.

Your drinks were brought in less than a minute.

Ransom asked you what was good and you pointed out some of your favorites. You decided to both take something different and that way you'd be able to share. Once the waitress had written down your orders and left again, you and Ransom started talking. For some odd reason, the awkwardness from the car ride was gone and the conversation was flowing between the two of you. You've both come to realize that you had a lot of common interests, which helped ease some of the remaining tension and made talking a lot easier for you.

Ransom was actually really funny and made you laugh to the point where your sides were hurting.

"I have to give to you gorgeous, this was really good."

The smile that appeared on your face was priceless.

"I'm glad you liked it."

You stood up. "I'll be right back."

You went to use the bathroom and when you came back you found your waitress shamelessly flirting with Ransom. You didn't know what to do. Should you give them a moment or just go sit down?

The woman could have easily been a model; she was so beautiful.

Ransom usually would have jumped on the chance to bring that girl home, she was gorgeous but she couldn't hold a conversation to save her life.

He smiled politely at her without engaging too much, waiting for you to come back to save him from her. He thought it was weird, you had been gone for almost 10 minutes and it was starting to be difficult to stay polite. He leaned back against the booth and looked behind the waitress, that's when he saw you a couple of feet away, waiting. The waitress kept going on and on but he had stopped paying attention the moment he saw you.

"Gorgeous." He called out to you, cutting off the waitress in the middle of a sentence.

You looked up and saw that he was waving you over. You went back to sit on your side but Ransom shook his head no. He slid a little further down on his side.

"Come here." He smiled at you, now completely ignoring the other woman.

You sat next to him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Ransom held out his free hand, gesturing for the waitress to stop talking as she pretended you weren't there.

"If you could let me enjoy my date, that'd be great." He nodded, gesturing for her to leave their table and go back to work.

You expected Ransom to let go of you when she left, thinking it was just a way for him to get rid of her but surprisingly his arm only tightened gently around you.

"I was wondering what was taking so long."

He looked down, his eyes meeting yours.

"Sorry. I just thought maybe you wanted some time alone with her." You shrugged, looking down at the table.

"Why would I want to do that when I can spend some time alone with you?"

"Have you actually looked at her?" You asked, surprised. "She's flawless."

"Oh, I listened to her talk for 10 minutes. She has flaws, lots of them. Don't sell yourself short. She should be the one to envy you, not the other way around." He kissed your cheek.

You wanted to fight him back on that, but the night had been going well and you didn't want to ruin the mood so instead you whispered a quick thank you.

"Ready to go?"

You nodded, letting him know that you were. What you weren’t ready for though for the night to end, it almost made you sad to think it was already over.

Ransom politely waved the waitress over and waited. She finished with the table she had been at and walked over to yours.

She had a playful smirk on her lips, she clearly hadn't given up on Ransom.

"What can I do for you handsome?"

Her question made you cringe, but you tried not to let it show. Ransom squeezed one of your shoulders gently and brought you closer to his chest.

"Just the check, please." His tone was cold, which didn't seem to bother her or make her want to back down.

"Sure thing. Anything else?"

"No." He turned his attention back to you.

"Where are we going next?"

Your eyes snapped up, surprised but excited that he still wanted to spend time with you.

"You choose." You smiled at him.

He took a moment to think about it. "Want to go see a movie?"

"Yes. Or we could go back to my place and watch a movie there?"

"Oh! Even better. Let's go back to mine. I have a home theater I never get to use."

You laughed and turned in Ransom's arms to face him.

"Did you forget that you had a theater at home?"

He shrugged, a small smile. "Maybe…"

You laughed again. "I'm scared to ask how many rooms your house has and how many of them you forgot were there."

"It's probably best if you don't ask." He laughed with you.

When the check came, you quickly glanced at it and pulled out your wallet from your bag, Ransom quickly stopping you with a hand on top of yours.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm… paying for my half?"

"Like hell you are." He pushed down on your hands so that you'd put the wallet back.

"Put that money away. It's on me."

You hesitated. "Are you sure, I really don't mind paying for myself."

"I'm sure, gorgeous."

He nudged the small of your back gently. "Let's go."

You stood up, allowing Ransom to slide down to the edge and stand up. He put a few bills under the check, leaving a really good tip even though the waitress had been a tad disrespectful towards you. He put his wallet back into his pocket and smiled at you. You both stepped outside, happy to see that it was still very warm. The walk back to his car wasn't long but it was nice to be able to enjoy it nonetheless.

"Could we stop quickly by my house, I'd like to put on more comfy clothes."

"Of course, gorgeous. Whatever you need."

"Are you sure? They won't be cute clothes, I have to warn you."

He laughed while putting his arm back around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side.

"I'm sure you'll still look adorable. Plus, I am going to change too."

As he did at the beginning of the night, he opened the passenger door for you and waited until you were seated before closing it and taking his place in the driver’s seat.

The drive back to your place was quick and the conversation came a lot easier than it did earlier.

Ransom parked in your driveway and turned off the engine.

‘’You can come in while I change, if you want.’’ You offered, with your hand on the door handle.

He nodded quickly and opened his own door. He followed you inside and shut the door behind him. You took off your shoes and turned around to face him.

‘’I’ll be right back.’’

He took off his shoes too.

‘’Take your time, I’ll wait. I might snoop around a little bit.’’

You laughed, as you walked up the stairs to your room. ‘’You might be disappointed with what you’ll find.’’

He looked around the kitchen a little bit, then moved to the living room. As he walked in, what he found made him freeze in his tracks.

A giant book shelf took almost an entire wall, there were books on every shelf. There were manuscripts laying around on the coffee table and on your couch. It was more of a reading nook than a living room. He stood in front of your book collection and checked out the books you had. A small smile formed on his lips when he saw that you had every single one of Harlan’s books. He’d been so deep in thoughts that he never heard you come in.

‘’There you are.’’

He jumped slightly at the sound of your voice and turned around to look at you. ‘’You didn’t tell me you like reading this much.’’

You chuckled. ‘’Those-’’ You pointed at the books behind him. ‘’Are all the books I’ve either received or bought since I was a kid.’’

You pointed to a few rows of books. ‘’Those are from college.’’

You pointed at the manuscripts on your coffee table and couch, then to the bottom shelf. ‘’Those are for work.’’

Ransom raised a brow, surprised. ‘’Work? What do you do for work?’’

He never really had a job and it never occurred to him to ask you about what you did for a living.

‘’I work for a publishing company. They send me manuscripts, I read them and tell them which ones I like. The books on the last shelf are all the books I helped to get published.’’

‘’Wow. How long have you been doing this?’’

‘’I graduated this week, but I’ve been an intern there for almost 2 years.’’

Ransom turned around quickly to look at the books you had helped to get published. ‘’You work on all of these in two years?’’

‘’I did.’’

‘’That’s impressive. Amazing, even.’’

He was genuinely impressed. He had worked alongside his grandfather and his uncle for their own publishing company, so he knew how much hard work it took.

‘’Thank you. I love it. I just wish I could read faster so that I could read more books.’’ You laughed.

‘’You must read pretty fast already.’’

He faced you again, this time looking at what you were wearing. The dress was gone and instead you were wearing a pair of grey sweats, a t-shirt and a pair of socks. He surprised himself by thinking you looked so warm and cozy that he just wanted to snuggle up with you.

What was wrong with him? He could barely recognize himself tonight. He actually enjoyed talking to you and listening to you. He turned down a really hot waitress that was REALLY into him and not just because he wanted to be polite to you, but because you were the only one on his mind right now. He hadn’t tried to kiss you or tried to make a move on you, and now he wanted to snuggle up with you? At first, he was being overly sweet to win the bet, he knew that his usual snobbish, asshole-y attitude wouldn’t get him far with you, but now he kept forgetting it was all for a bet.

Ransom genuinely liked you and that terrified him. This was the first time you hung out together and he was already in deep, what would it look like in two months? Maybe he should just call his friends and call off the bet, cut off ties with you and go back to the diner to work you out of his system with that waitress. He thought about coming up with some kind of excuse to leave without, until you smiled at him and asked if he was ready to go. He definitely wasn’t leaving without you.

You had expected for his house to be huge but you weren’t prepared for it to be this big.

‘’Holy crap.’’ You whispered as he parked near the front door. ‘’You live alone in this?’’

You couldn’t take your eyes off of the sight in front of you.

‘’Yes.’’

‘’No wonder you forgot you had a home theater in there.’’

He laughed.

‘’Do you want to keep staring at it, or do you want to come in ?’’ He teased.

You were finally able to look elsewhere and you felt your cheeks becoming hot, a little embarrassed you had been staring this intensely.

‘’Sorry.’’

‘’I’m just teasing, gorgeous. But we should definitely go inside.’’ He laughed softly.

You both got out of the car, he unlocked the door and turned off the alarm before letting you in. His house looked even bigger from the inside. You took off your shoes and left them next to his.

‘’You can leave your coat on the couch. I’ll be back in two minutes.’’

‘’I’d say I was going to snoop around too, but I’m scared I might get lost.’’

‘’It’s not that big.’’ You heard Ransom say from upstairs.

‘’My house could fit in yours like, 10 times.’’

You heard him laugh again, then two minutes later he was back in the living room wearing an outfit very similar to yours.

‘’Follow me.’’ He said, leading you to a room at the back of his house. One of the few rooms that had an actual door, as you noticed.

He opened the door, letting you walk in first. It was a small room, compared to the others, a big screen covered an entire wall and there were loveseats on each side of the room and in the middle there was a full sofa lounger, which was basically a sectional with an extension for your feet.

‘’Where should I sit?’’ You asked, looking around.

He pointed to the sofa. ‘’I’m gonna go grab what we need. Do you want a blanket?’’

‘’Yes, please!’’

Ransom smiled and left the room for a few minutes. You weren’t sure where exactly to sit, so you decided to sit in the middle, waiting to see what Ransom would say when he got back.

The big screen turned on and all the lights were turned off. Ransom came back holding a blanket and a remote.

‘’What should we watch?’’ He asked you while he took a seat on your right side but in the corner so he’d have cushions against his back and side. He held out the blanket that you gladly took. You regretted choosing to wear a t-shirt, you were always cold, you didn’t know why you thought this time would be different.

‘’We can watch whatever you want. I’m not difficult when it comes to movies.’’ You smiled at him. ‘’Just no romance movies.’’

He looked at you surprised. ‘’Well that’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman in my life that didn’t want to watch romance movies.’’

You shrugged. ‘’I just never liked them, but if that’s really what you want to watch it’s fine.’’

He laughed. ‘’Don’t worry, gorgeous. You’re safe with me. I never liked them either.’’

He ended up choosing a comedy that he had been wanting to watch for a long time. About 30 minutes in, he whispered your name. You turned your head to look at him.

‘’Come here.’’ He held his left arm up, inviting you to come snuggle with him.

You moved until you were flush against him and you put the blanket on his and your legs. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you a tad closer. You hadn’t noticed earlier when you sat with him in the diner how good he smelled but now being this close to him without the smell of fried food you were hit with a good whiff of his cologne and you loved it.

‘’That’s much better.’’ He smiled down at you, relaxing against the cushions.

He was right.

When the movie ended, Ransom started another one and before you knew it, it was 2 AM. You were getting sleepy, though you denied it when Ransom asked you, he could clearly see it on your face.

Truth be told, you weren’t used to being up at this hour. You didn’t have a very active life. You rarely went out or hung out with friends, you were always home by yourself and you were usually in bed before midnight.

Ransom stopped the movie and gently squeezed your shoulder.

‘’Let’s get you home.’’

You looked up at him and gave him a very sleepy smile that made his heart melt.

The drive home was very silent, but it was comfortable. You were trying not to fall asleep in his car and it turned out to be a lot more difficult than you thought it would be.

You opened your eyes when you felt knuckles gently brushing against your cheekbone.

‘’Hey sleepyhead. We’re here.’’ He said softly as you woke up.

You hadn’t even realized you had fallen asleep. You rubbed your eyes with the palm of your hands, not noticing Ransom had gotten out of the car and was opening your door. He held out of his free hand to help you out and you gladly took it. He gently pulled you out of his car and closed the door behind you. He walked you up to your door.

‘’I’m sorry for falling asleep.’’ You apologized while unlocking the front door.

‘’You don’t have to apologize for that. You’re cute when you snore.’’

You turned around with your eyes wide. Before you could say anything Ransom chuckled.

‘’Relax, gorgeous. I’m just teasing.’’

You sighed in relief.

‘’Thank you for taking me out tonight. I had a really great time.’’

He leaned down and softly kissed your cheek.

‘’I’ll call you in the morning.’’

And he did call you. He also texted you, a lot. Which you liked because he still seemed interested, he even talked about taking you out again during the week if you were up for it.

Which of course you were.

It took a little less than two weeks for Ransom to completely forget about the bet, and about his dumb college "friends".

He was almost embarrassed by how much he liked you. Almost. He was very confused as to why a girl like you would ever go out with a guy like him, more than once even.

He'd sometimes show up at your job to take you out for lunch, wanting to spend as much time as he could with you.

He had decided to take things slow with you, he was too scared to do something that might scare you off and push you away so he took everything you were willing to give him without asking for more.

You were shocked to see that Ransom wanted to spend so much time with you. When he had asked for your number you had been convinced he wasn't going to call, then he took you out and you didn't think you'd hear from him again but as it turns out, he seemed to really enjoy being around you. The one thing you had made really clear with him is that you didn't want his money. You didn't want him to take you out to very expensive restaurants, if you couldn't afford it on your own then you didn't want to go there.

It was refreshing for him to finally meet someone that didn't want any of his money. For some reason, it just made him want to spend money on/for you even more.

Movie night was now happening, at least, once a week. Either at your house or his. You had very similar tastes, it made it easy to choose what to watch as you were sure you'd both enjoy the same thing. Ransom loved movie night for multiple reasons, being able to snuggle with you on the couch was his favorite though.

Your friends kept texting you and calling you, curious to see how it was going with Ransom.

You rarely answered. You knew they were only asking because they wanted to see how long it would take before he found his new flavor of the month and dumped you.

That thought scared you, simply because you started to really like him. You had heard the rumors, heard all about how he was a "trust fund prick", that he was an asshole not capable of being nice. None of it was true. At least, it wasn't the Ransom you had met. The Ransom you hung out with was very funny, though he liked to show off his expensive things or his money, he had always been respectful towards you. He was actually a big softie.

He's always the one to initiate any kind of physical touch with you. Whether it'd be him having his arm around your shoulders or wrapped loosely around your waist, kissing your cheek or the top of your head, pulling you into his side to have you as close as possible and even sometimes, he would hold your hand.

Ransom had never noticed how much he craved human touch. He had been with a lot of women but never in the way that he was with you. He craved your hugs or the kiss on his cheek you gave him every night you were together when you had to say goodbye. He craved hearing you laugh or seeing you smile. All those feelings were very new to him and they scared him but at the same time they felt so right. Unknowingly, he had probably been looking for this kind of intimacy in every woman he had dated or slept with but never found it. Until now, until you.

It has been 3 weeks since you met and you were pretty much inseparable by now. You spent most of your evenings together, like tonight.

You had gotten home from work to find Ransom waiting for you with a pizza. Your day had been so rough that you had completely forgotten that tonight was movie night, you were going to be able to turn your brain off and focus on something else.

You had watched a new movie in your living room while eating the pizza he had brought over and once you were done eating you moved to the couch and as soon as your butt touched the cushions, one of his arms would reach out over to you, grab your waist gently and pull you closer to him.

You could have simply sat right beside him every time, but you liked that he didn't want you that far away from him.

At the end of the movie, you both got up from the couch and cleaned up the coffee table of the dirty dishes and used napkins that were laying around.

You walked him to the door, getting ready to open it for him but he stopped you. Instead, he pulled you into a tight, yet gentle, hug.

He rested his forehead against yours while his hands moved up to softly hold each side of your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. You closed your eyes and relaxed under his touch. Ransom hadn’t been very affectionate towards you so far, except when he put his arm around your shoulders or when he hugged you as you watched movies. This was the first time that he was touching you in such an affectionate way and you liked it. Your hands rested on his clothed forearms, squeezing them gently. After a minute, Ransom moved to kiss the tip of your nose then your forehead. He leaned back, slowly letting go of your cheeks and he smiled at you when you opened your eyes.

‘’Good night, gorgeous.’’

You smiled back at him and opened the door for him.

‘’Good night.’’

You watched him as he walked down the steps and to his car, he opened his door and turned your way to sit; smiling at you one more time before sitting down and closing the door. You waited until he was completely backed out of your driveway before closing, then locking your front door.

It got more difficult to say goodbye at the end of the night a little more each time. Ransom was really opening himself up to you and you could see his true self coming to the surface.

Until one day he showed up at your place and as soon as you opened the door and your eyes landed on him, you knew something was wrong. The usual glimmer that was in his eyes was gone, he didn’t have a smile or his little playful smirk lightening up his face. He seemed tense.

You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong but he just pushed past you and walked to your living room without saying anything. You really didn’t like his attitude and you felt like tonight wasn’t going to end well.

You closed the door and joined him in your living room, you crossed your arms and looked at him as he was sitting on your couch. He waited for you to sit down but you were standing in front of him with no intentions to move.

‘’What?’’ He asked, you could hear his annoyance dripping from his tone.

Your jaw clenched, trying not to let it show that the way he was talking to you actually stung.

‘’Are you being serious right now?’’ You uncrossed your arms and put your hands on your hips.

Ransom rolled his eyes and scoffed. ‘’Just put the damn movie on, so we can get it over with.’’

You didn’t know who the man that was sitting on your couch was because he looked a lot like the Ransom you’ve come to know but that was certainly not the same man.

‘’What’s wrong?’’

He finally looked at you. ‘’What’s wrong is that you don’t want to sit down and start the fucking movie.’’

Ransom saw on your face the exact moment he had gone too far. You cleared your throat.

‘’I’m gonna go up to my room and when I come back down in five minutes I want you gone.’’ You said calmly as you turned around and left.

PART TWO

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espritmuse · 3 years ago

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—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—

⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lara Tybur from aot (x reader)

⌕ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut warning, mention of mommy kink, cum, hair pulling, semi public sex…

⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hi guys <3 since you may know, Lara tybur is my new obsession… she’s just so pretty and mysterious, I’m in love. I always wanted to do a nsfw alphabet and I don’t think anyone made one about her already so here I am!! Reblogs are very much welcomed since she isn’t very popular in the fandom :(

—𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 - 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀—

⊹₊ ⋆A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The sweetest creature. She always takes her time with you, no matter who was in charge during intercourse. Most of the time, she runs a bath for both of you; she then sits behind you, her hands all over your chest protectively. She takes her time and helps you wash your delicate skin. After that she just goes to sleep on her bed, her body all over yours or, sometimes, she holds you in her sleep, just to feel even closer to your warmth.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lara’s favourite part of her body is probably her breasts. They’re very soft, plump, and delicate, painted by the angels themselves. She loves when she finds the tip of your tongue all over them, your lips wrapped around her pink nipple, adoration in your eyes.

She probably prefers your face. Out of everything. She just loves it, the way your lips curve into a small smile at anytime of the day, the way your eyes shines when you notice something adorable, or even the way your gaze gets lost in hers whenever she’s talking about anything.

But also the way your features feels under her touch when her core is all over your face, when her mouth is agape, eyes watering thanks to the stimulation you’re giving her, legs fragile and almost trembling.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She’s such a dirty girl but she hides it very well. So, at first, she’ll pretend to hate it when you come undone all over her stomach but, too bad for her you had already noticed a glimpse of excitation in her eyes. Oh she loves it. So much. That’s why she adores when you ride her face, she can then have your wet pussy all over her mouth without any complaints.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Public sex. Or at least, semi-public sex. She loves the thrill of it, the excitation of feeling like you both could get caught in a minute if anyone opened the door, if anyone decided to turn in this poorly lit street… maybe that all she wants, someone seeing you and her like that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t think she’s very experimented. Her family is one of a kind. They're very strict and severe about her education and forbade her any misbehaving, including romantic relationships. But it’s for the better, now you can experiment everything with her.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face riding like I previously explained, she loves feeling your entirety beneath her, feeling your warmth and all your wetness, being the cause of your pleasure. The view is pretty nice too.

Missionary, this goes without saying, very basic but she just loves feeling you close to her at such a vulnerable moment, whenever it’s you or her on top. She may have a preference for when she’s under you, just so she can tease you more, caress your cheeks with her fingers or even digs her nails into your back when her pleasure is too much for her.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, as always. But she likes when you tease her a bit and try to make her smile and laugh. Okay maybe she isn’t that serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well trimmed. I think that she doesn’t really like when there is nothing down there but she doesn’t like a bush either. So yeah, she keeps it well trimmed and obliviously her hairs are dark brown/ blackish.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She loves whispering sweet nothings in your ears. Little “I love you”s hidden between two loud whimpers… Her lips are always all over yours, and her hand is always finding its way to yours too. She just feels better like that, her baby close to her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh, she used to do that a lot in her little bedroom. Since daddy and mommy never allowed her to do anything, she has to do it herself. But that was before you started sneaking in her room at night without her family knowing. Now she doesn’t need her fingers anymore, why would she? Yours are so much better.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling, she’s always wearing this stupid bun, so you just love ripping off the hairband and grabbing all of her long dark brown locks in your fist when you hit from the back.

Mommy kink. The word probably slipped out of your mouth and you thought that it was the most embarrassing shit ever. No. She just smiled and continued what she was doing, calling you her little baby in your ears.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed. Yeah it’s basic but it’s her favourite. Comfy and convenient, any positions or almost are possible and she just feels better there. Or just her bedroom in general because she likes when you fuck her on her desk when she’s overworking <3

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Her motivation is the little praises that escape your mouth when she fucks you to good as well as your melodious moans when she goes down on you. Nothing better for her than hearing all of that, feeling that she’s pleasuring you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anal. I really don’t think she’s into that at all. Or she’ll try maybe, if you really want to, but just once. An anal plug is her limit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh God she loves giving. She’s very good with her mouth too, she relies on your pretty noises to know if she’s doing good or not. But don’t get her wrong, she also loves when you do it on her too, especially when you use both of your tongue and fingers.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time, she is slow and sensual. She likes taking her time on you, touching all of your soft skin, admiring your face when she’s on top…

But if you’re a bit rougher on her, she doesn’t really mind either, in fact, she secretly loves it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She isn’t a big fan of them to be honest, like I said she prefers when things are unhurried, sensual etc.

It doesn’t mean that she’s totally against it tho, she loves when you grab her thighs to put them on the kitchen counter before playing a bit with her body <3

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Except for public/semi-public sex, I don’t think that she’ll do too many risky things. Maybe she likes when you place your hand around her neck too.

Oh God yes and also she secretly likes when you threaten her to say everything to her parents (the fact that you sneak in her bedroom at night just to fuck her stupid) if she isn’t obedient. She’s a very well behaved puppy after that !

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can last very long, we may forget it but she’s very well trained, she’s a Titan after all… So yeah no stamina problem for her, she can go for a lot of rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You’re the one who introduced toys to her, showing her proudly your pretty collection. She loves them, really. Her favourite is the strap on, of course, especially when you use it on her little pussy, she’s so sweet, all delighted to open her legs for you <3 She also likes using it on you, she likes penetrating you with a dildo when she eats you out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She likes to tease but not that much. Most of the time she’s doing it very very discreetly in public, sitting on your lap and moving her thighs together slowly just for your to notice, when she bends down to pick up something she has “accidentally” dropped just in front of you just so you can see the curve of her ass and a bit of her white lace lingerie.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Aw, she was so timid at first, too embarrassed to make any noises in front of you. But after some nights, you told her and taught her that it was okay, that you really wanted to hear her pretty moans. She was very happy and now, you have to be the one to remind her to keep quiet when she’s too loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She loves when you fuck her with her clothes on. When you just lift her skirt and slid her pantie to the side because you’re too excited to penetrate her. Bonus point if you do that on the wall, floor or anything that isn’t her bed.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I imagine her with very plump and round breasts, roseate nipples, and a toned stomach thanks to all of the training she had to go through. She doesn’t have a tiny pussy tho, it’s very cute, her inner lips are a bit long, only half covered by her outer lips.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not too high nor too low honestly. She’s kinda needy when you don’t touch her for more than two days tho. She just loves doing it with you, she can’t get enough.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very very fast, once both of your bodies clean, she goes back to her bed and falls asleep. If you’re staying for the night (she always begs you to and honestly, how could you resist her.) she’ll try to stay awake a bit longer just so she can talk to you before you leave her the next morning.

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mvrkgeoli · 4 years ago

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tomorrow at 9pm

warnings: cunnilingus, unprotected sex, slight dumbification and degradation, some name calling, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, a bit of auralism. author’s note: this was supposed to be a short next part for this drabble but i got kinda carried away with 3.7k words um,, anyw this is my first full blown smut i hope u enjoy :D

it was now ‘tomorrow at 9pm’, not precisely since you chose to be fashionably late but you still came. standing in front of the boy’s dorm wearing a thin cropped cardigan paired with high waisted jeans, it was simple but you found it cute and not too flashy as to not make the teasing boy tease you even more.

the door squeaked open just as your fingers were about to touch the dorm’s doorbell, “it’s 9:13. you’re late.” speak of the devil. you were met with donghyuck’s unamused face eyeing you up and down, your eyes widening a bit at the sudden appearance. scrambling back up to straighten your posture before retorting back at the boy. “yeah? well, i have places to be. people to meet.” you raised a brow provocatively at the boy.

a corner of his mouth curled up at your words as if scoffing at you before letting you in. mumbling a faint ‘thank you’ as you stepped foot into the unit.

“in my room.” his monotone voice slightly annoyed you, rolling your eyes as you trail behind him. you took this moment to look at his attire, both his shirt and basketball shorts hung loosely on his figure, the fluffiness of his hair bouncing each step he made. you pondered how something that simple could suit someone before the jiggle of the doorknob of his room rung into your ears, making you break off of your small trance.

he comfortably sat by his desk, the sound of the game he was probably playing before you arrived was playing in the back when he opened his documents. “i finished it a few hours ago, you can revise it or something.” donghyuck casted you a look using his peripheral, smirking at the way you stood still by the entrance of his room.

you stood in silence, feeling the embarrassment bubble up inside you. you felt so dumb, knees almost buckling when his voice snapped you back into your right mind.

“what are you standing there for? you were the one nagging me about the deadline. did you think we’d do something else?” he stood from his gaming chair to pad his way towards you, towering over you slightly. “answer me, baby.”

heat made its way to your face, gulping to yourself as you pin your eyes to anywhere except him. he held onto your chin in between his thumb and index finger to make you look at him directly. “what was on your mind, princess? i thought you wanted me to finish my part of the paper.” your eyes shook in focus of looking at his face. it was his turn to raise a brow at you, your lips quivered as you struggled to think of a comeback to throw at the boy.

“i.. i did but,,,” your eyes absentmindedly lowered to donghyuck’s plump lips, leading up to him letting out a chuckle at you. “but what, dollface? i can’t do anything if you don’t tell me.”

your eyebrows furrowed as you came into realization that he was doing this on purpose, “what are you looking so angry for, babe?” an eyebrow rose on donghyuck’s face teasingly, you grip at his hand to pull it away from your face, huffing as you felt his hand stiffen at your grip. “cut the shit, lee. i know what you’re doing.”

donghyuck grinned at this, he loved seeing you get riled up by him whether it was frustration or sensual. “i love the way you get all sassy on me, you always act so pristine and prep. i know you’re just a little cumslut, you’re all bark and no bite.”

your lips part at the way of his phrasing, can’t help but press your thighs together at the name. donghyuck let another laugh spill past his lips at this, his free hand going around to let his hand rest on the small of your back to pull you closer. “after finally hearing your sweet noises last night, i don’t think i’d get to sleep properly till i get to feel your cunt around me now that i��ve got a small taste of what you’re like. you’d let me right?”

he pressed both of your bodies against each other leaving no space for jesus at all, you looked at him through your lashes. his dumb angel face imprinting itself into your mind, it made you angry that you wanted his body just as much as he did for yours.

he leaned down to let his breath fan against your ear and stayed like that for a moment in your embrace. it sent goosebumps down your body at how easily he could affect you with just his breathing, the cold air engulfing you as he pulled away abruptly to walk back to his desk and sit down with a smirk. “c’mon then, let’s finish that paper.”

“you fucking tease!!” you huffed at him, he looked back at you and cocked his head at the sudden raise of volume in your voice. you stomped your way to face the boy’s anticipating look, straddling yourself onto his lap to finally smash your lips against his. his hands easily finding its way to rest on your rear to support your weight.

donghyuck pulled away slightly to speak in an attempt to tease you, “so eager—!?” only to be cut off by your lips once again. his eyes widening at your assertiveness, you felt the smirk on his lips curl up as you continued to smooch the boy with frustration.

you took the chance to slide your tongue into his mouth the moment his lips parted enough space, you kept your hands on his chest, gripping slightly on the loose shirt he was wearing.

something poked at your inner thigh, resulting for you to pull away, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. it was your turn to tease. you leaned back down to lay kisses down his cheek to his neck, latching your lips onto the patch of skin he reacted most to. suckling gently to listen to the man before you spill small whines.

“fuck,,, i thought you wanted to finish—” you interrupted once more by placing a peck to his lips. “we can worry about that later, fuck me right now or i’m leaving.”

that was all donghyuck needed to hear, hooking his hold on you under your thighs before lifting you up to carry your body to his bed. he was on top this time. your hands gripping onto his shirt pulled him down for another kiss, it was messy but it was hot that way with all the frustration.

one of his hands traveled up to slip under your cropped cardigan, the coldness of his fingertips searing onto your skin made you squirm closer into his hold. “fuck you’re so hot baby.” donghyuck spoke against your lips, “you’re not too bad yourself, lee.” you moved one of your hands down to palm the boy’s hardness, finding it easy to wrap your hand around his length with the thin basketball shorts he wore.

“are you not wearing boxers or something?” you scoffed, he laughed against your cheek. “no i just have a monster horse schlong- of course not, i’m only home anyway, why do i need underwear for?”

“gross, lee.” he only giggled at your scolding tone before sitting upright letting your grip on his hard on fall to let his hands unbutton your shirt to reveal a lacy baby blue bra, a smile grew on his lips. he proceeded to pop open your jeans’ button before pulling it off so teasingly slow. “hurry!” you kicked slightly in irritation, making donghyuck click his tongue. “stop being a brat, i’m already giving you my time. don’t throw tantrums on me, baby.”

with that, he hastily pulled off your pants, the burn of the fabric making you whimper. “what, baby? i thought you wanted it this way? make up your mind.” he took hold of your legs, letting one of his hands hook under your knees before pushing towards you, making your thighs press against your tummy. “‘m sorr- sorry—“

“cute. you’re so cute.” donghyuck smirked at the sight before him, his freehand going down to give your ass a longing squeeze before letting his fingers ghost over your panty clad core. “please hyuck..”

“hm? what’d you want, baby?” he kept his stare on you with hooded eyes, the pad of his thumb pressing slow circles onto your clit over your panties as he waited for an answer. a whimper fell from your lips at the pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling the fabric of your panties grow slick as donghyuck continued with his ministrations. “your.. your cock please.. need it— ah…”

“not so bitchy anymore huh? haven’t even done much and you’re practically already fucked out. aren’t you, dollface? you want me to fuck you and make you fall stupid?” you shuddered at his words, his fingers hooking your panties to the side before slicking up his digits with your wetness, only making you squirm in his hold even more. “i need an answer, baby.”

you whined at this, wriggling your legs in his grasp. “what did i say about your little tantrums? if you don’t answer me properly i guess you aren’t getting any dick.”

a gasp elicited from your lips as you shook your head no, “no no no.. no please, i want it so bad. please, hyuck… want— need your cock inside please.. please please please…!” the corners of his mouth curled up at your words, “that’s a good girl.” putting his attention back to your core to slip in a digit first, his cock aching at how tight you were wrapped on a single finger already. ”fuck you were right, i need to stretch this pussy out first before fucking it. are you okay with that, babe?”

“just want… inside..” you sighed in delight when the pad of his finger rubbed on that spongy spot, “m..more, please.” he giggled at your request, slipping in a second finger with the help of your increasing wetness. “fuck baby, i already know you’re gonna take me so well, gonna be so good.” his hips bucked into nothing when a string of moans spilled past your lips, you sounded so angelic in a state such as this. he knew you sounded so good from the past call but hearing them in present time in real life made his cock swell with need.

“i’m gonna taste you. you good with that, babe?” he was returned with frantic nodding from you, smiling at your whines saying ‘please’ repeatedly. with that, donghyuck moved his other hand down to let your thighs finally spread before peeling off your panties. “so pretty for me.” leaning down to give your heat a small peck before diving in, letting his tongue lick on your clit deliciously as his fingers continued pumping inside you.

“haah~! hyuck! ‘s so good—!” the back of one of your hands met with your eyes as they scrunched up in pleasure, the other reaching down to thread fingers through his fluffy hair. it was just as you thought, just as fluffy as what it looked like, if not even more. your first orgasm came unexpectedly when he mindlessly slipped in a third finger inside as he let his mouth suckle on your clit along with letting his tongue flick over it from time to time. “aah—! fuck,, cumming~!”

donghyuck only chuckled against your core as your thighs shook at the continuous pleasure coursing through your body. pulling on the boy’s tufts of hair in attempt to pull his head away, only making him grunting against your sensitive pearl. “hyuck! fuck- sto— slow down!”

he slowly pulled away when you came down from your first high, the mixture of his saliva with your slick covering the bottom half of his face, shining in the light your room provided. you were left panting as you peeked at the boy’s sinful face, watching as he sat up to finally unclothe himself. you let out an anticipating sigh watching him strip off the baggy shirt he wore, squealing to yourself the more skin he revealed.

“liking the view, dollface?” you broke off of your mesmerized stare, feeling head spreading throughout your face even more if it was even possible at his words. to which you nodded to, your eyes tracked to his cock as soon as he slipped off his shorts. donghyuck took notice of this and didn’t hesitate to tease you. “such a cockslut. you want it so bad, don’t you baby?” he had a smug grin on his face when he saw you shrinking back when he set himself in between your legs once again.

“sit up for a second for me, babe.” you complied absentmindedly, letting him discard your cardigan along with unclipping your bra with ease. one of your hands finding its way to wrap on his bare cock, sighing in delight at the heat and girth it brought. “wan suck…”

“oh baby, as much as i’d like that, i cannot wait to be inside you already. let’s save that for next time hm? you look so pretty.” he smiled down at you. your heart skipped a beat at ‘next time’ biting back a smile to return at your excitement for said; ‘next time’. he gently turned you around for your back to face him, your chest pressing into the boy’s mattress as you felt the heat of his thighs sear yours. “need protection? i’m clean.”

you appreciate him asking first, you would’ve said yes even if you were safe and on the pill but you couldn’t stand the emptiness you felt and just shook your head. “‘m okay, just.. just want inside, please…”

he let out a low chuckle, hearing you gasp as he rubbed his cock against your pussy to slick himself up. “gonna fuck you dumb, baby.”

he lined himself up and slowly pushed his length into your hole, you gripped on the thick comforter beneath you at the stretch. a string of whimpers spilling from your mouth when he started to move. “that’s it, baby… you’re so hot and tight inside,, you sure you’ve ever been fucked properly?”

your mind filled itself with donghyuck as you felt full of his cock. donghyuck leaned forward to let one of his hands grip on your shoulder, “answer me, dollface.” you whined, shaking your head, not having the brain to respond. “already dumb? c’mon i know you can do it.”

he snapped his hips forward making you release a yelp, a small push for you to respond for him. “mmmh— ye- yes!! i mean nno, only your cock— only your cock can fuck me right. please please…” donghyuck smugly giggled at you before moving his hands down to rest at your hips, fingers digging lightly to pull your body towards him with every thrust he made. “wasn’t hard was it, doll?”

you felt your thighs tremble. with having little time to recover from your first orgasm, you had somewhat a hard time to support your weight with the sensitivity running through your nerves. you were mentally thanking the boy fucking you for holding your hips up to help you. “fuck you feel so good wrapped around me. so warm and soft for me.”

he leaned back down to press his chest against your back as you, the feeling of his breath fanning against your skin making you shiver. your legs almost giving out when you felt his hand slip down beneath you to find the pads of his fingers rub on your still sensitive clit. “ah— wait! clo— i’m close!”

you yelped as your words only made his movements harsher, your pussy clenching when donghyuck let out his first totally vocal moan. “y-you sound so good… please.. more,, need to hear more please…”

“nggh..! you like listening to me hm? like listening to me loving the way your cunt feels around me? fuck this is so hot. you’re so fucking hot.” he slightly tipped his head up to let his voice meet your ears directly, you came without a notice at this, hearing his words and noises right against your eardrums along with his fingers on your clit made the tight cord that formed in your stomach snap.

the gush of wetness was hard to ignore when he felt you releasing. eyes widening at the hot feeling of your juices stream fluidly between your bodies. “that was so- did you just fucking squirt—”

“gah—! fuck!! i.. more!! want more, please.. hurts so good~!” your legs shook at your next orgasm, his hand on your core moving up to take hold on your breasts as you panted heavily when he continued plunging into you with such a pace.

“fuck you love it huh, baby? want me to keep fucking you and take me like the fucking cockslut you are?” he let out another moan against your ear as his grip got tighter on your flesh. you swear you felt your eyes roll back so far you could see your donghyuck-filled-brain with all the pleasure you were receiving. “fuck yes!! i love it! love your cock so much—! shit!”

he pulled out of you for a moment to flip your body around to face him, you whined at the emptiness before relaxing back into the softness of his bed. “shh baby, don’t worry,,” he quickly pushed himself back into your heat, “such a dirty girl. squirting all over me and asking for more.. fuck.”

with this position; you got to see the way his face scrunched up in ecstasy whenever you squeezed his cock with your cunt along with his cockhead hitting your spot delightfully, only turning you on even more. moving a hand down to attempt rubbing your own clit — only for donghyuck to slap your hand away. “so fucking greedy. you’re gonna cum with only the help of my cock this time, dollface.. such a whore for my dick.”

his hands find its way to hold under your thighs, pushing slightly for him to drive deeper into you. “a-again, close again!!” he let out a shaky groan as he felt you tighten around him once more. “me too, baby.. if you keep squeezing me like that- i won’t last much more— fuck!”

his thrusts grew erratic and sloppy, leaning down further to press your chest against his. “just want me to fill you up, don’t you, doll? want me to stuff you full with my cock and cum inside?”

he made your dopamine level practically raise the roof with just his voice, even more so with his choice of words. “mmh— fuck yes! want.. want it all!!” you wrap your legs around the boy’s waist to pull him closer, hooking your arms around his neck making you feel his breath right up your cheeks. “fucking slut, just a fuck doll for me to use.”

you came once more after several thrusts with a chant of his name spilling absentmindedly from your lips. “a little bit more baby, i’m so fucking close…”

you could only let your legs hug his torso tighter and let him fuck you senseless as you went into overstimulation again, his lips finding yours to seal a messy kiss to swallow your wails and moans. tongues dancing with each other sloppily as donghyuck chased for his long awaited high.

his lips coming to a stop, leaving it agape against yours to breathe into each other when he felt the all too well feeling of ejaculating. “cum for me, hyuck. stuff me full… please..!”

you spoke with need. hands combing through his hair as he let out a long moan, hips bucked to bury himself inside you so deeply, face contorting into pleasure as he released. you marveled at the feeling of heat and fullness his cum brought to you. if you knew it felt this good to be filled up with cum, you would’ve thrown out the idea of using condoms ages ago.

donghyuck let his weight fall on you gently, making sure not to crush you. panting heavily against your chest as he calmed down with himself still inside of you, letting it soften inside slowly. “will you go out with me,, like on a real date?”

when you didn’t respond, he held himself up with his elbows to look at your state. “a-are you okay? i didn’t hurt you, did i?” eyes hooded, cheeks red, hair messy with some stuck to your face due to the heat and sweat, and lips swollen from everything. he was in a trance staring at your after-sex-glow, unfortunately coming to an end as you felt yourself regain your braincells to not only think about cock.

“fucking ass, you did it backwards!” you scoffed at the boy, turning your head away when your cheeks heat up from his burning stare. he giggled at this, you were back to your senses, kind of.. you only stretched your lips into a line at his laugh resonating to your ears. “and yeah i guess,, i’ll take you up on that date.”

“fuck yeah! remind me to thank professor kim for putting us together, i’ve literally been having this fucking crush on you since the start of the semester.” your eyes soften at his words, you didn’t even know about him ‘til you got partnered up with him. it made your tummy flutter at the discovery of you not getting his attention just because of your body.

“dumbass,,” your eyes flutter close at the tired and soreness you felt until — ‘professor kim’, ‘partnered up’? the fucking paper! you shouted to yourself mentally, eyes snapping back open and crane your neck forward. “wait the—”

“shh, you said it yourself; ‘we can worry about it later’, yeah? let’s do it when we have the right mind to even think of anything…” he pushed your head back down with care before continuing, “i uhm,, like you for real, okay? just wanted to let you know i want you not just because of how hot you are.” he smiled down at you before pressing a longing kiss on your forehead, letting himself come back down to rest with you for a few more moments. “thank you, hyuck. i really appreciate that..”

“i’ll set us a bath later, let’s just stay like this for a little longer, please.” he cuddled into you even more. it even shocked you at how soft and adorable the boy was when he wasn’t trying to jump and tease you. sighing in content as you let yourself fall asleep in his embrace.

#nct #nct dream #nct 127 #haechan #lee haechan #donghyuck #lee donghyuck #nct fluff #nct angst #nct scenarios #haechan smut #donghyuck smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #kpop scenarios

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guns-in-the-desert · 4 years ago

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Germany NSFW A-Z

I’m super excited to post this, I worked hella hard, so here it is.

A= Aftercare

He’s not the best at it, as being soft and comforting isn’t in his nature. It takes him a while to get good at it, and when he does, it’s super routine, almost robotic (let’s be honest, he made a checklist.). Step 1. Ask if you're alright, Step 2. Wipe you down, and so on and so forth.

B= Body Part

Not to be basic but, your boobs are hands down his favorite part of your body, he loves to squeeze them, even when y’all aren’t fucking, he’ll play with them without even realizing, bonus points if you have sensitive nipples. On him he really likes his arms, he likes how they look around your waist, and how easily he can pick you up.

C= Cum

Ludwig is a Super neat person, so he likes a quick and easy clean up. He likes to nut inside you/a condom or in your mouth, not only does he think it’s hella hot, but also there's little to no mess, it’s 10/10 for him.

D= Dirty secret

He would die before telling anyone this, but he steals your panties, not that you don't know, he’s quite bad at returning them, so you notice them missing. He really wants to stop, but he just thinks it’s so hot, and they remind him of the different times you've done it, for example: You wore that pink velvet thong the first time he tied you up. P.S they're not always clean when he takes them, at this point don’t even let him do laundry

E= Experience

He’s not as experienced as you might think, he’s quite awkward actually. He’s done it a few times, but he still can’t can’t look at your bare body without blushing, watches HELLA porn though , but don’t expect him to admit it.

F= Favorite Position

He absolutely LOVES fucking you against the wall, you would never know it, but he’s kind of a show off. This position shows off his strength (and his biceps), plus he gets to feel your tits against him, it’s a win win situation for him.

G= Goofy (is he more serious or goofy in bed)

This man ain’t even goofy in day to day life, like, at all. Y’all know damn well he did not come to play any kind of games with you, I wish you would try and crack a joke while his dick is out.

H= Hair

He's neat, he trims regularly, he's well maintained and well groomed, would never shave it completely off (he gets cold) because it makes him feel less manly

I= Intimacy

He’s not goofy, also not very intimate, he’s quite aggressive, being gentle isn’t in his nature, not that he’s trying to be during sex, like italy said in the show “he’s like some sort of super sadist.”.

J= Jack off

He jacks off, a lot, don't ask him though, he’d practically deny knowing what masturbating is, claims it’s “DISGUSTANG”, despite literally getting porn for christmas. You've caught him in compromising positions multiple times, still denies ever doing though.

K= Kink

“He's like some sort of super sadist.” Italy said it best will literally rock your shit for the hell of it. Flogging, spit, bondage, the whole nine yards, know s, almost no limits, will he slap you across your face and call you a whore? Yes. Will he choke you until your face turns blue? Yes. Will he tie you with a vibrator and leave you for hours? Definitely. Will he make you walk on a leash and sleep in a dog bed? Absolutely. Can he look at your tits, without blushing? Of course not, what are you, fuckin crazy?

L= Location

The bed, he does NOT want to even risk getting caught, he’d be WAY too embarrassed. He decided to get frisky in the living room once, and Gil walked in. He didn’t fuck you for a week and he didn’t talk to his brother for a month, partially because Gilbert’s and asshole and takes every oppurtunity he has to bully his younger brother, partially due to embarrassment.

M= Motivation

Almost everything, surprisingly, he’s actually a pretty horny dude, but if you really wanna get him going, beg, he loves to see you beg, you could also crawl around on the floor in low cut top, and skirt in front of him, but don’t be surprised if you get a collar the next day.

N= No

Will not, and I mean NEVER ever even consider sharing you under any circumstances. He doesn't care how much you beg and plead. Why would you want somebody else with y’all is there something he’s doing wrong, ask him again, I dare you, you'll get your ass beat, I mean it, in the hottest way possible of course.

O= Oral

Ludwig prefers receiving, and even though you’re doing the sucking, he’s doing the work. Really rough, so don't be surprised if cum is coming out of your nose by the end of it. When it comes to giving, my guy had a stiff ass tongue at first, like he licked your pussy mad hard, he figured it out eventually, thank god.

P= Pace

Surprise surprise, he’s mad rough, but does find a pace and a rhythm quite quickly, which is a really good trait not many people have (I assume) it’s easy to get into, which is always pleasant. It goes very smoothly.

Q= Quickies

Not the biggest fan of quickies but he’ll do them nonetheless, they just aren’t his favorite, he’d pick it over masturbation, not that he does that of course, your always a better option with his hand.

R= Risk

He takes risks in the sense that he likes to experiment with new toys, kinks, roleplays, etc. not with location though, he sticks to the bedroom and the shower exclusively, and he's even iffy about that.

S= Stamina

This man spent a decent chunk of the show running, so he can and will go for hours. It's kind of insane.

T= Toys

Yes, of course, ropes, vibrators, flogs, you name it, he's got it, it’s as simple as that.

U= Unfair

While foreplay lasts for quite a while, he isn’t much of a tease. With the exception of the occasional orgasm denial, he’s pretty straight to the point. He doesn't see a reason to drag things out when it’s not necessary. Like if you're getting flogged, you're getting flogged, there's no if, ands, or buts, he doesn't have time for talking or teasing.

V= Volume

He sucks at dirty talk, so he lets his actions do all the talking. Doesn't really make noise during sex, there’s the occasional grunt, but even thats rare

W= Wild Card

So I mentioned before that you caught him in compromising positions in the past, the first time this happened was an absolute disaster. You had walked in to ask him what he wanted for dinner, he looked like a deer in headlights. You asked him what he was doing and his response was “I lost my turtle.” I don't know what part of him thought he would believe because; 1) He doesn't own a turtle, 2) he somehow lost it in his dick? So for this to make sense, he would have had to go and buy a turtle, have it near his penis for whatever reason, proceed to forget about said turtle, and after all that it still would explain how a turtle would fit into anyway, like I know you have foreskin, but, damn. So you ask him if he was masterbating, which obviously ended like this “NEIN, THAT’S DISGUSTING!”

X= X-Ray

Big dick, more girthy than it is long, but it still has quite a bit of length, has the slightest curve, and a vein along the underside, he’s uncut. Wait till you see this man in grey sweatpants.

Y= Yearningh In the top 10 for characters with the highest sex drive, He’s number seven on the list. Which says more about the people above him than it says about him, himself.

Z= ZZZ (How quickly does he fall asleep after?)

Either he’s out immediately, or he gets up and does work, there is ZERO in between with this man, I really don’t know what to tell y’all.

I really hope y’all enjoyed, I don’t have any WIPs as of right now. So, I write when I get ideas until I get more requests. See y’all in the next one. Bye for now

#hetalia #hetalia reactions #hetalia x reader #hetalia smut #aph #aph Germany #aph germany x reader #aph ludwig #Germany #germany smut #Germany x reader #germany reactions #ludwig #ludwig x reader

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lumosandnoxwriting · 4 years ago

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Special to Me - Fred Weasley

Title: Special to me Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred and Y/N confess just how much the other really means to them Warnings: NSFW!!! Slight sub!Fred, dry humping, teasing/name calling, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex A/N: this is a continuation of this drabble I posted the other day for my birthday event, but I’ll be using it as the opening part of this fic so no need to go and read (or reread ;)) it! feedback is always welcome, and requests are open!

Tagging those who requested this!: @levylovegood @jenniweaslee @hella-rad-kiss-my-sass

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“Can’t sleep either?” asks a sleepy voice from somewhere behind Y/N.

Y/N turns around, smiling as Fred comes down the last few steps into the common room. The only light comes from the raging fire, and as Fred steps into the light Y/N eyes widen and she has to look away. Fred is completely shirtless, and his plaid pajama pants are sitting low on his hips, exposing the V lines that lead into his crotch.

“No,” she answers, keeping her eyes trained on the fire. Fred occupies enough of her thoughts as is, she doesn’t need to have his half naked body plaguing her thoughts for the next few weeks as well. She holds her breath as he settles into the armchair opposite her, his pale skin practically glowing from the reflection of the flames.

Fred sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You been down here long?”

Y/N shakes her head, trying not to let her eyes linger on Fred for too long. Just his shirtless body Is enough for her to start feeling aroused, and Y/N tries to subtly rub her thighs together. “Just a few minutes. Alicia keeps sleep talking it’s impossible to fall asleep.”

“Yeah, George’s cold is making him snore, sounds like a bloody chainsaw,” Fred chuckles. “Don’t know how Lee can sleep through it.”

Y/N hums in acknowledgement, her mind too focused on tracing the lines of Fred’s abs and committing them to memory to say anything. She feels a bit bad about her obvious ogling, but as Fred leans back in his seat, stretching his torso out for her, she can’t seem to care. Fred is obviously enjoying the fact that she’s watching him, so she might as well look while she has the chance.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Fred hasn’t even noticed that she’s starting at his torso, because he’s too busy watching her. Truthfully, Fred could sleep threw the loudest firework show in existence, it’s one of the perks of growing up in a house full of people. In reality he’d woken up from a delicious dream, which Y/N had been the star of, and he needed to calm himself back down before he would be able to get back to sleep.

The top she’s wearing is oversized, and it’s slipped from one of her shoulders. Her delicate collarbone is on display and Fred is imagining his lips nipping, biting and sucking at the soft flesh. Y/N’s chest is heaving with deep breaths, and despite the fact that the room is quite warm, he can see the faintest outline of one of her nipples. It’s not until his eyes wander up to her face from her chest that Fred notices Y/N’s eyes are glazed over, and she’s staring at his exposed chest.

“Like what you see?” Fred says suddenly, chuckling when Y/N jumps slightly.

Y/N immediately looks away from Fred, her face flushing a deep red. “Sorry, sorry,” she stutters. “I don’t know what came over me.” Y/N feels her eyes wandering back over to Fred and she shuts her eyes to keep from looking at him. “I’m sorry but I can’t keep talking to you if you don’t put some clothes on.” Y/N swallows thickly and let’s herself look Fred up and down once again.

Fred pats his lap, his tongue coming out to lick at his lips. “So, let’s not talk then.” Fred watches as Y/N bites her lip, his already hard cock twitching in his pajamas. “Sit with me,” he says, a hint of force in his tone.

Y/N shivers and throws any shame she had earlier away. Without a moment of thought she straddles Fred’s waist and presses their lips together hotly. Her hands grip his bare shoulders and her hips start to grind down against him. She moans as Fred’s hips thrust to meet her downward movement, his hard cock just barely brushing her clit.

“God, Y/N, you are gorgeous,” Fred says, his hot breath fanning over the skin on Y/N’s shoulder. He presses kisses to the skin there, unable to stop himself from sucking a mark. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admits, his lips trailing kisses back up towards Y/N’s mouth.

Y/N stops her movements on Fred’s lap, and she leans back so she can look at him properly. “Really?”

“Why is that so surprising?” Fred asks with a chuckle. “You’re beautiful. And smart. And caring. And funny,” Fred says, accentuating each compliment with a soft kiss to her lips.

Y/N flushes at Fred’s words. “Yeah but you’re Fred Weasley.” When Fred gives her a look she rolls her eyes. “You’re the guy that every girl wants, Fred. You’re charismatic, and funny, and smart and let’s just admit, you’re fucking hot Fred. You could have any girl you want with nothing more than a look.”

Fred pulls Y/N’s mouth down onto his and kisses her slowly. “You’re the girl I want, Y/N. Most girls just see my looks or my body, they don’t see the real me. Except for you. You always laugh at my jokes, even the ones that aren’t really that funny. And you always notice when I’m upset, and you actually give a shit when you ask what’s wrong. You’re not there for me because I’m Fred Weasley,” he mocks with a chuckle. “You’re there for me because I’m Fred. Just Fred.”

“You’re not just Fred,” Y/N says softly. “You’re everything to me, Fred.”

“Hopefully being your everything includes being your boyfriend,” he jokes.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but there’s a tender smile on her face. “Just shut up and kiss me, boyfriend,” Y/N drawls, letting Fred pull her into another kiss.

Fred’s hands trail up Y/N’s shirt as they kiss, coming around to fondle and massage her breasts. His thumbs rub at her nipples as his hands work at her breasts, causing Y/N to let out a low moan against Fred’s mouth. “Feel good?” he asks, his mouth starting to kiss down her neck.

“God, Fred yes,” Y/N moans, her hips starting to grind down against him.

Fred’s hips start to thrust up, meeting Y/N’s downwards movements, causing both of them to let out breathy moans. Fred nips at the exposed skin of Y/N’s shoulder, sucking a mark into it. His hands leave her breasts so they can grip her hips and he starts to guide her movements. Y/N grips onto Fred’s shoulder with one hand, her other running up and down his torso, flicking at one of his nipples every time she passes it.

“Fuck that feels good,” Fred groans into the crook of Y/N’s neck. His cock twitches in his pajamas as Y/N starts to pinch at his nipple. Fred starts to rut up into Y/N harder, his hands pulling her down against him tightly. “Oh,” he gasps as Y/N’s other hand tangles in his hair and tugs at it.

Y/N bites her lip as she watches Fred come undone under her. His hips are working feverishly, and he’s too busy moaning to continue marking up her skin. “You’re gonna come in your pants, aren’t you?” Y/N teases, unable to stop from smirking at the noise Fred makes. “God look at you. You get a girl in your lap and you turn into a desperate little boy.”

Fred nods, too busy moaning to respond to Y/N. “Fucking hell,” he moans as Y/N lightly twists one of his nipples and pulls his hair at the same time. “Don’t stop, please.” The fabric of his boxers catches on the tip of his cock with every thrust, pulling moans from his mouth with each movement

Y/N stops moving her hips, allowing for Fred to rut up against her at his own pace. His hardened cock just barely brushes her clit with each stroke, and while it’s not enough to get her off, that coupled with Fred’s reactions is enough to keep her interested. “Have you ever even touched a girl, Freddie? So desperate for it already, humping me like a little boy with his first hard on.”

Fred groans, his grip on Y/N’s hips tightening as he moves her body against his. He can feel precum oozing out of his tip, slicking up his shaft and allowing him to rut against Y/N smoother. When Y/N twists his nipple again his eyes fly shut, and stars erupt behind his lids. He’s never felt this turned on, and he can feel himself on the verge of coming at an embarrassing speed.

“Gonna come,” Fred pants. He buries his face in Y/N’s neck and his hot breath causes goosebumps to pop up all over her skin.

Y/N tugs on Fred’s hair again, her other hand relentlessly rubbing his nipple. “Go on, Freddie. Make a mess in your boxers. Be a dirty little boy and come for me.”

Fred brings Y/N down flush against his crotch, and a long whine leaves his mouth as he comes. He spurts all over the inside of his boxers, the warm liquid making the fabric stick to his sweaty skin. Fred takes gasping breaths as his cock twitches with the last few spurts of his release, and Y/N starts run her hand through his hair while her other comes up to stroke his cheek.

“Fucking hell,” Fred says once his breathing has returned to normal. He pulls his face out of Y/N’s neck and looks up at her. “You’re amazing.”

Y/N blushes, and kisses Fred fiercely. “You like being my little boy?” she teases.

Fred’s face flushes an even deeper red. “You found it hot too, don’t even lie.”

“I’m fucking dripping,” Y/N leans forward to whisper in Fred’s ear. He grabs the back on Y/N’s neck and slams their lips together, immediately shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Fred grips Y/N’s thighs and stands up, before turning around and depositing her in the chair he was just sitting in. “Let me take care of that,” he drawls with a wink. Fred spreads Y/N’s legs apart and sinks to his knees, settling between them. He runs his hands up her legs slowly, causing a shiver to run down Y/N’s spine. “Can I?” he asks when his hands reach the waistband of her sleep shorts.

Y/N nods. “Please Fred.” Fred grabs her shorts in both hands and pulls them all the way down and off, taking her panties with it. “Oh fuck,” Y/N gasps as the cold air of the common room suddenly hits her core.

Fred bites his lip as his eyes rake over Y/N’s dripping pussy. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he compliments. Fred rests each of Y/N’s legs on his shoulders as his right hand comes up to tease her wet fold. “Fuck you weren’t lying. You’re already soaked, princess.”

“Fuck, Freddie,” Y/N moans, tilting her head back against the chair. Fred has sunk two fingers into her, and as his fingers curl the tip of his middle finger brushes against her g-spot. “Can I have your mouth too, Freddie? Please,” she begs.

“How can I say no to that? Not when my princess asked so nicely.” Fred presses a few kisses to the inside of Y/N’s thigh before he leans forward and licks from where his fingers are slowly fucking into her up to her clit.

Y/N moans as Fred’s tongue starts to flick at her clit. Her thighs are shaking and when Y/N tries to shut them Fred’s free hand flies to her thigh and holds it down. His fingers dig into her flesh in a way that Y/N knows is sure to leave bruises. “More Fred, please,” she begs, already feeling her orgasm start to build.

At her words Fred sucks her clit into his mouth, lightly nibbling on the sensitive bud and a third finger joins his other two. He lets his tongue toy with her clit as he sucks, a deep moan coming from his throat as Y/N clenches around his fingers. “You’re so fucking tight, Y/N,” he groans. His thumb starts to rub harsh circles on her clit and his mouth works on sucking bruises into her inner thighs. “Can’t imagine what you’re gonna feel like around my cock.”

“F-Fred,” Y/N stammers, one of her hands coming up to massage her breast over her shirt. “Gonna come, Fred,” she groans. Fred puts his mouth back on her core and hums as he sucks on her clit, pushing Y/N over the edge. “Fred,” she moans, her walls tightening around his fingers as pleasure courses through her body.

“Good girl,” Fred coos, as Y/N comes down from her high. He gently removes his fingers from her core and licks them clean, before he comes up to press a kiss to Y/N’s lips. “You’re bloody brilliant,” he compliments, before pulling Y/N into a deep kiss.

Y/N whines as Fred pulls away from their kiss, her hands reaching up to pull him back down. “Kiss me more, boyfriend,” she requests with a laugh.

Fred leans down and kisses Y/N again briefly, chuckling as he pulls away. “You’re already quite demanding, girlfriend. Maybe I need to rethink this whole scenario,” he teases. When Y/N pouts he leans in again to kiss it away.

“Fine don’t be my boyfriend,” Y/N responds, biting her lip. “I was gonna ride my boyfriend’s cock but since I don’t have one I’m just going to go to bed.” Y/N winks at Fred before pushing him away from her. She grabs her pajamas and panties from the floor and starts to head towards the staircase when a pair of arms wrap around her waist and lift her up. “Fred!” she squeals, laughing as he carries her over towards the couch.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t appreciate you saying things like that and then walking away, Y/N,” he teases. He sits down on the couch and arranges Y/N on his lap so she’s facing him. He reaches up and lifts Y/N’s shirt off of her body and tosses it onto the couch next to them. Fred’s hands immediately land on her breasts and he starts to massage them

“Oh, so you are my boyfriend?” Y/N asks, her tone light and playful. “Thought I was too demanding for you, Freddie?”

Fred’s hands leave Y/N’s breasts to he can pull his bottoms down to his thighs and his cock springs out. He grasps the base of his cock with one hand while the other grips Y/N’s hip. He looks up to her for confirmation, and when Y/N nods he guides her down onto his cock. They both moan loudly, and Fred presses his face into Y/N’s neck to muffle his noises. “Fuck Fred,” Y/N moans as he bottoms out inside her. “Stretching me out so good,” she groans, rolling her hips slightly.

Fred pulls their lips together and kisses Y/N hard, slowly starting to fuck his hips up into her. “I’ve been trying to get you to notice me in that way all year, Y/N. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Y/N kisses Fred softly and braces one hand on his shoulder, the other on his stomach as she slowly starts to lift up and fuck herself on his cock. “Really? All year?” she pants.

Fred nods, his hands landing on Y/N’s hips to help her lift off of his cock. His hips start to meet each of her thrusts with a sharp jab and his lips nipping and sucking at her neck. “I don’t set dung bombs off in Snape’s office and get a month of detention for just anyone, dear.”

Y/N moans and tilts her head back, giving Fred more room to kiss. “You did that for me?” she asks breathily. Two months ago, Snape really went off on Y/N during class, and that very evening Fred had set off 5 dung bombs in his office, the dungeons reeked for days and Fred was in quite a bit of trouble.

Fred hums against her neck, causing a shiver to roll down her spine. “Broke Flint’s arm with that bludger for you too after he called you a bitch.” He presses a few more kisses to her shoulder blade as one of his hands travels from her hip to her core. “And I charmed that feather to tickle Flitwick to make you laugh when you were having a bad day.” Fred sucks a mark into Y/N’s collarbone, grunting as she clenches around him. “And I set off all those fireworks over the Black Lake after you told me how pretty you find them.”

“Fred,” Y/N says softly. She grabs his chin and makes him look up at her. “I can’t believe you did all that for me.” Y/N whines as Fred’s thumb starts to rub circles on her clit. She leans back slightly, and the new angle allows for Fred to slip even deeper inside of her. “Oh,” Y/N gasps as the tip of Fred’s cock finally brushes her g-spot.

“Don’t say it like that,” he scolds, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Like you’re no one special. You’re amazing, Y/N you have to know that.” Fred brings her face down to his and kisses her lightly.

“I’m not special,” she insists, her movements speeding up. “Not special enough for all of that at least.” Fred starts to fuck up into her relentlessly, his thumb rubbing harder circles on her clit.

“Fuck, baby, how can you say that?” he moans, his grip on her hip tightening. “You’re so special to me, Y/N can’t you see that?”

Y/N nods wildly, the breathy moans and pants leaving her lips make her unable to speak. “Gonna come, Freddie,” she warns. With one more thrust of Fred’s hips Y/N comes, her walls twitching around him and his name falling from her lips. Y/N’s thighs shake as she continues to move on Fred’s cock, wanting to bring him to his orgasm as well.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good around me,” he grunts. “Gonna come, Y/N. Fuck.” Fred brings Y/N down on him, so their hips are flush as he reaches his own orgasm, his cock painting her walls with his release. Once his cock has stopped twitching inside her, Fred gently pulls Y/N off of him, and she collapses against his chest.

“I love you, Freddie,” she mumbles into his skin.”

Fred strokes Y/N’s hair and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you too, Y/N.”

They sit in silence for a few moments, just enjoying being wrapped up together.

“I think I’m tired enough that not even Alicia’s sleep talking will keep me awake,” Y/N jokes, pulling away from Fred.

Fred chuckles, and kisses Y/N briefly. “We probably should head up to bed, lest someone wanders in and finds us sitting here naked covered in fluids.”

Y/N grimaces at Fred’s use of the word fluids, suddenly too aware of how slick the inside of her thighs are from both her and Fred’s orgasms. “As much as I would like to sit here with you, boyfriend,” she drawls. “I think you’re right.” Y/N stands up on shaky legs, grabbing her various pieces of clothing. “See you at breakfast?”

“See you there girlfriend,” Fred responds, pulling her in for one final kiss.

When Y/N makes it to the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast, Fred is already there sitting across from George, waiting for her. “Good morning, Freddie,” she greets, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Fred flushes, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist as she sits next to him. “Morning, love.”

George eyes them both wearily, taking a sip of orange juice. “Since when is this a thing?” he asks, gesturing towards them.

“Since last night. Alicia was keeping me up with her sleep talking and you were keeping Fred up with your snoring, so we sat in the common room together and uh,” Y/N clears her throat, willing the blush on her cheeks to go away. “We talked. And now this is a thing.”

George raises his eyebrows. “Snoring?” He turns his attention to Fred. “I wasn’t snoring last night.”

Y/N turns to look at Fred, and he gives her a sheepish smile. “Okay so if George wasn’t keeping you up than why couldn’t you sleep last night?”

Fred leans down so his lips are brushing Y/N’s earlobe. “See I could tell you why I couldn’t sleep,” he muses, his hand coming to rest on her inner thigh. “Or I could show you instead.”

#fred weasley #Fred Weasley imagine #Fred Weasley smut #Fred Weasley fanfiction #Fred Weasley fanfic #fw #golden

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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hi! hope you're alright! love your writing!! ~

can you do a fluffy sexy one where R and wanda are really close friends (not those secret crushs kind of friend - neither has realized that they are too close to be just friends) until one-day the avengers find out about fanfics and shipps and loose their mind over it cause they are all grown up and didn't know this was a thing, they are all reunited at the living room looking online what are the shipps and, let's say Tony is the one looking while they are all gathered listening, he says like "oh apparently everybody thinks Wanda and R are a couple" and someone -thor, bucky or Sam of course- gets surprise like "they are not dating???" (Wanda is even sitting on R lap and playing with her hair!!) the girls deny and the turns out all team thought they were together, later they are reading some fic about them cause they're curious and its a smut, R gets shy and wanda gets a little turn on about it and says "you know if I was to date anyone here it would be you" so R realizes the same and they eventually get together

I think it has way too much details, sorry

Hello anon! Hope you’re well. This took me long enough i know, but i hope you like it. It’s really short, but it’s all you asked.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - The fandom knows best

Summary: Prompt based “Reader and Wanda are best friends who are one of the popular ships from the Avengers, but they have no clue. It takes one fan fiction for things to work out.”

Warnings: Fluff, humor, brief hint of smut (it’s nothing really), (brief) kissing.

Words: 1.400 k (Drabble i think) // Read on AO3

Marks: @mionemymind @abimess

Wanda Maximoff is your favorite person in the world.

You are colleagues on the Avengers team, and clicked together the very moment you first saw each other.

Everyone on the team knows that you are inseparable and if someone is looking for you and can't find you anywhere, it's because you are sleeping in Wanda's room.

You never really thought about what this implied, so during the Halloween party that Tony planned, you were very surprised when this subject came up.

The avengers were gathered around the table, a few hours had passed since the party had ended, and Tony was beginning to feel bored. So he grabbed the tablet on the table and announced it to everyone:

- I made a very interesting discovery this weekend! - he says with a mischievous smile. - Tell me Avengers, have you had a look at the work of our dear fans?

The team let out a chorus of apprehension. Tony laughed.

- God I'm surrounded by old people. - He comments as he activates the hologram playback function on the tablet on the table. - I found some interesting content about the Avengers. Say, folks, have you ever heard of fanfiction?

The group let out a chorus of excitement, and Tony giggled.

- I should have known you would eventually make us watch porn. - Natasha laughed, making everyone laugh. And then Tony was running through some files, mostly innocent artwork, of the team on adventures or facing supervillains, and you all looked excited. Then Tony let out a little laugh.

- Whoa, I found something interesting. - he says with a mischievous smile. - It has the hashtag "NSFW”.

- What does this mean? - Steve asked curiously.

- You're going to love it, Cap. - Tony retorted, and then there is a not-so-innocent artwork of Steve in the hologram. The shield being the only item he is wearing.

The team lets out a mixed exclamation of surprise and laughter, and Steve turns bright red.

For the next few minutes you laugh and are embarrassed by various more adult art that people have done, and then Tony lets out a wry chuckle.

- Look, this is interesting. - He starts. - The best couples from the Avengers.

- This is going to be good. - Nat mocked, crossing her legs and taking a sip of her beer.

- I am surprised that Potts and I don't come first, it is disappointing to know that people don't recognize a love as amazing as ours. - Declares Tony and everyone laughs lightly. He moves his fingers again, reading something on the screen. - Check it out, Romanoff. Your affair with Banner is in fourth place.

Nat laughs, and Bruce gets a little embarrassed, but he doesn't say anything. Tony continues.

- That is funny. - Tony says with a chuckle. - Apparently all the fans think that Wanda and Y/N are a couple. They are the most popular.

You let out a short laugh, surprised at the insinuation. Wanda follows you, settling better on your lap as she laughs.

- Wait, Tony, what do you mean they think? - Bucky asked with a confused expression. - Aren't you two dating?

You and Wanda frown confusedly in his direction, and you notice that Thor has the same confused expression as Bucky. And then you look around and everyone, except Tony, has the same look on their faces.

- Who else thought we were dating? - Wanda asks and the whole team choruses in agreement. Tony says "I thought you were playing along".

You and Wanda laugh awkwardly.

- Where did you get that from? - you ask in surprise. Then the team shares a wry laugh and you frown.

- Really Y/N? - Bucky replies. - Wanda is literally on your lap! And you've been playing with her hair all night!

You and Wanda shake your heads in denial, laughing lightly.

When you return to your room however, you are thinking about it.

- Hey, stop overthinking it. - Wanda jokes as you walk together down the hall toward your room, and you laugh weakly.

- Stop reading my mind. - You retort without any hint of aggressiveness. You loved to provoke Wanda, and you had no problem if she used her powers on you.

When you arrived at your room, Wanda threw herself on your bed, and you went to find something comfortable to wear.

- Lie down here, I got curious. - She says as you are putting on your pajama pants. When you are finished, you lie down next to her on the bed, stomach down on the mattress, mimicking her position. Wanda is on her cell phone, and holds it out a little to the side so that you can see it. She starts typing something next, and you laugh lightly.

- Why are you researching this? - you ask as you read "fanfic Wanda Maximoff and Y/N".

She shrugs, smiling.

- I want to know what people think we do.

- Wanda.

- Shh, look at that. - She says, holding her cell phone up to her face. She laughs lightly, and then pulls it away showing you a text.

- "Wanda and Y/N have always been in love with each other." - You start reading and Wanda lets out a giggle. - Wow, that is a surprise.

- "In the Avengers tower, they have always gotten along much better than any other member of the team." - Wanda continues reading and you make a noise of agreement with your mouth.

- Technically, I get along with everyone. - You comment and Wanda laughs, pushing her shoulders against you lightly.

- "However, the nature of their relationship changed during a particularly physical training session." - Wanda continues reading and you raise an eyebrow. - That sounds promising. - You laugh half-heartedly, but Wanda continues reading. - "The redhead had been assigned to train with her friend, and during that training she realized the undeniable attraction she felt for the other girl”.

- Oh my god. - You mumbled in embarrassment, trying to snatch the cell phone from Wanda's hands, but she just laughed, moving away. When you insisted, she stood up, laughing lightly as she continued reading.

- "When Y/N made a move that knocked Wanda to the ground, the witch couldn't help but kiss her passionately."- She read aloud and you let out a grumble, getting up. - "Their tongues fought together as Wanda let her hands go up the inside of her shirt to her breasts, making Y/N moan"

Wanda's reading died in a laugh as you tickled her to reach for the cell phone. She threw her body at you next, but you didn't return the device, laughing lightly.

- Stop it, this is embarrassing. - You say with flushed cheeks, dodging the girl's hands as you get back into bed. Wanda grumbles, but follows you.

You sit side by side, and you only hand the phone back to her when you close the page.

- You know what? - She says after a moment, her cheeks slightly pink. You look at her curiously. - If I were going to date anyone here, it would be you.

You blink in surprise, feeling your heart race at the phrase, and look away from Wanda quickly.

It takes a moment, but you finally speak.

- Yeah, I... I would date you too. - You confess, looking forward. To try to relieve the tension, you quickly add. - Maybe Bucky or Nat too, but my first choice would be you.

Wanda laughs, turning to you and ruffling your hair. Your natural instinct is to grab her by the wrists, and throw her on the bed. You laugh for a few seconds, but something has changed. The closeness of your faces makes your breath catch.

- Wanda... I...

- Are you trying to figure out the ending to that fic? - She teases breathlessly, and you laugh, letting go of her wrists. But Wanda uses her freedom to pull your face against her, kissing you softly, and making you sigh in surprise.

- Wow. - You say as you walk away, feeling your lips tingling.

- I know. - she whispers. - Why did it take us so long to do this?

You smiled, kissing her again, properly this time.

When you two parted again, completely out of breath, and with your clothes crumpled, you threw yourself next to Wanda on the bed, laughing lightly.

- I can't believe that the fans knew that you were in love with me before I did! - Wanda then announced.

- And you call yourself a telepath.

You scoffed next, and she laughed as she slapped you on the shoulder. It didn't take long before you were laughing together.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wandaxreader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wandaxyou #wandamaximoffxreader #marvel imagines

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years ago

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Day Off (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

Word Count: 2,158

Warnings: FLUFF, bad language, suggestive language, my shit writing lmao

Summary: You hardly ever got to spend time with your husband, so when he has a day off, well, your heart can’t help but be entirely full. Especially when you see him interacting with your children.

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Anonymous said:

Hello💜💜 I was wondering if you could make an fluff/smut imagine about where Bakugou where the reader is his beloved wife they both have kids and just shows how their daily lives are. Btw I’m a huge fan of your imagines🥰

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I hope you enjoy this request anon! I didn’t do smut this time around, but here is some fluffy papa Bakugou for you! Also thank you so much for your kind words! I’m so glad you like my shit writing lol.

I always enjoy writing fluffy shit like this lmao. I love Bakugou with all my fucking heart and I hope you guys enjoy this too!

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You loved your family, you would do anything for them, the unconditional love that you held in your heart was something that would never be questioned.

But sometimes, you loved your alone time just a tad bit more.

Like now.

The house was clean, the house was quiet; and you actually got to enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee, fresh and incredibly delicious for your sleep deprived senses.

You were an early riser, maybe it was because of all the morning training and runs that Bakugou had forced you to do when you guys were younger, or maybe it was because when you had kids you had realized that there just wasn’t enough time in the day to get everything done.

Quite possibly it was the latter.

But everything was done, the laundry, the dishes, sweeping and mopping, you had gone to the grocery store yesterday, a surprisingly pleasant trip since the kids were actually behaving for once.

You owe it to your husband, who had gotten off of his hero duties early yesterday and had helped you around the house, and he was off today.

The first time in a long time.

You probably should’ve lingered in your shared bed just a little longer, you hardly had alone time with the explosion hero as it was, but… you had been dying to read the new book that you had gotten weeks ago. Bakugou could handle waking up alone for one day, right?

“Are you fucking kidding me? You shit nerd, how long have you been doing this?” his familiar gruff voice sighed from the entrance of the living room.

You glanced up from your book, a small smile tugging at your lips as you took in his sleepy figure.

Bakugou’s blonde hair was even more disheveled, his sweats hung low on his hips, one of his large hands was underneath his shirt, absentmindedly scratching at the skin that stretched across his sculpted stomach.

You took a lot of pleasure in the fact that you got to see the most popular pro hero so domestic, so casual.

His ring caught the morning light streaming through the window, glinting beautifully as he stretched out his muscular arms above his head, his shirt rising up, exposing the lower half of his stomach to your greedy eyes. His biceps bulged out beautifully against the sleeves of his shirt.

You also took pleasure in just staring at your husband, that beautiful specimen of a man was all yours.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Almost 9.”

“Hmmm. Since 4:30 then?” You pondered, placing your bookmark between the pages, and closing the book completely, placing it on the coffee table.

Bakugou made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat as he padded off towards the kitchen.

You laughed softly to yourself, following after the muscular male.

“Stop fucking staring at me.” Bakugou grumbled, vermilion eyes sliding over to you briefly as he drank down his glass of water.

“Can’t a wife just look at her husband?” you asked innocently, he walked over to you, his hands coming down on either side of your face, squeezing your cheeks together tightly.

“Not when the wife ditches her husband in the morning to read a stupid fucking book.” he sneered.

You laughed, grabbing at his much larger hands, and pulling them away from your face.

“I’m sorry Katsu, what can I do to make it up to you?” you teased lightly.

You shouldn’t have asked.

A wicked smirk stretched across his face. “Get on your knees.” his voice was husky, commanding as he stared at you, daring you to challenge him.

You could feel your lips part at his words, a pink blush beginning to dust your cheeks.

It had been a long time since you -

“Mama?”

The moment was gone completely, the wide smirk that Bakugou wore turned into a deep scowl.

“Good morning baby.” you cooed turning to look at your small child. He was the spitting image of Bakugou, but he was the sweetest boy, completely unlike his father.

He rubbed at his small eyes before they landed on Bakugou, a sweet smile stretching across his face.

“Papa. Up.” he held out his little arms, urging Bakugou to pick him up.

You could see the scowl visibly melting away from Bakugou’s face, replaced with a gentle one as he gazed at his son.

It was hard for Bakugou, being able to spend time with his children, despite how rough he was, how crude his words could be; he was a wonderful father, a wonderful husband.

You were entirely lucky.

Bakugou easily swung his child up into his muscular arms. Your son sighing in happiness as he rests his head against Bakugou’s broad shoulders, his thumb coming up to rest between his lips.

The sight of the two of them together melted your heart completely, clenching tightly in your chest as Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your son’s head.

“Papa’s home today?” Another familiar voice spoke. You turned to see your daughter staring at Bakugou in curiosity.

She was the oldest, and the spitting image of you, except… well her personality was entirely her father’s.

“Why don’t you guys go watch some cartoons while I get breakfast started?” you hummed.

“Come on you shit stain.” Bakugou ruffled his daughter’s hair, urging her out of the kitchen into the living room.

You and your daughter frowned, you at the fact that he just called your child a shit stain, and her because he messed up her already messy hair.

“Your breath smells like shit Papa.” your daughter said, tone annoyed as she shoved his hand away from her head.

You sighed tiredly, hand resting on the side of your face.

“Oi, you aren’t allowed to curse.” Bakugou scolded, a large tick mark appearing on his forehead and he grabbed your daughter’s head pushing her out of the kitchen.

You could hear their loud bickering fading into the living room, causing you to sigh deeply once again.

But a smile twitched on your lips, it had been a long time since you guys got to enjoy the morning together like this.

When you had finally finished cooking breakfast you went to go grab the rest of your family.

Your heart melted at the sight. Bakugou held both kids in his arms, your children looking incredibly small as they cuddled up against their father.

Despite the fact that your eldest and Bakugou always fought, she was a daddy’s girl through and through. Bakugou’s fingers combed through her unruly hair absentmindedly, while his other hand rubbed up and down your son’s back.

Their eyes were glued to the TV as some anime played.

You cleared your throat, all three pairs of eyes flickering to your form.

“Breakfast is ready.” you smiled, watching as your little girl climbed off of Bakugou padding past you towards her seat in the kitchen. Bakugou lifted up your son, easily carrying him into the kitchen and setting him down on his highchair.

“What should we do today?” you mused as you guys began eating, Bakugou was feeding your son, making a disgusted face when he spit the food back out.

“I need new shoes for school mama.” Your daughter said, mouth full of food.

Bakugou made another disgusted face, handing your daughter a napkin.

“Wipe your face brat, and don’t talk with your mouth full.” He lectured.

“Can we go to the park today?” her eyes lit up, ignoring her father completely as she tossed the crumpled-up napkin at his face.

“Don’t throw shit at me! Don’t ignore me either!” he growled, a tick mark appearing on his face once again.

“I’m trying to talk to mama, and you keep interrupting, annoying papa.” she snapped back.

You sighed. “No fighting you two. We should be able to go to the mall today....” you trailed off, trying to remember if there was anything important you had to do today.

“I need more workout shirts, and new training gloves. Damn Deku borrowed mine and never returned them.” Bakugou said gruffly.

“Then I guess we can all go on a trip today.” you smiled. “Let’s finish up and start getting ready.”

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You almost forgot what it was like to bring the entire family out, it had been too long since the last time you guys did something like this.

Needless to say, you were already exhausted.

It took forever to get everyone out of the house. Bakugou did his best to help get the kids ready but… between the constant fighting with him and your daughter and your son's endless crying about not wanting to go and not wanting to put on pants, and Bakugou’s attempts at intimacy as you got ready... well, you wanted to get this over with already.

“What do you think?” your daughter asked, pointing her toe out, the Uravity themed shoes on full display for you.

“Very pretty, do you want those ones?” you asked.

She nodded excitedly.

“Why do you want round face’s shoes? Why not mine?” Bakugou grumbled, staring down at his daughter accusingly.

“Yours are ugly papa. I don’t like the colors. Uravity is my favorite hero.” She said face blank as she stared at the blonde male.

This was definitely a sight to see, considering that Bakugou had your son perched on his hip and he was glaring down at the small girl who was glaring right back at him.

“Huh? Ground Zero isn’t your favorite hero?” he barked.

“No. Uravity is.”

“Well mama’s favorite hero is Ground Zero.” He smirked, eyes flickering over to you.

“Actually, Red Riot is my favorite hero.” You teased, soft laughter escaping your lips as your husband’s face fell at the mention of his best friend.

“Let’s go over here!” Your daughter said excitedly, the conversation completely abandoned as she took sight of the toy store across from the shoe store you guys were at.

“Hold on. I still have to pay.” you said in amusement, walking over to the cashier.

Bakugou stood next to you, one of his large hands resting on the small of your back. When you had finished paying and began trailing after your excited daughter, he leaned in close.

“You’re getting punished for saying that.” Bakugou growled near your ear.

“Is that a promise?” you challenged, ignoring the blush in your cheeks and the pleasant twist that occurred in the pit of your stomach.

“You can count on it.” he growled, a smirk playing on his lips before he walked off to catch up with your daughter.

You were definitely looking forward to it.

****

You sighed loudly as you sat down on the park bench.

“Here.” Bakugou handed you one of the drinks he got from the vending machine, his eyes never leaving his children that were now playing on the playground equipment.

“Did you have fun today?” you asked, resting your head against his shoulder as he took a seat beside you.

“No.” he snorted, and then his expression changed, his eyes softening completely, his face relaxed. “It’s been a while since we got to spend the day together.”

His large fingers found your own, intertwining together tightly. “Thank you.”

You glanced over at him curiously. “For what?”

You could see a soft blush coating his cheeks. He was embarrassed. It wasn’t anything new though, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was terrible at verbally expressing his feelings.

“You’re a good mother, and a good wife. Thank you for always taking care of the kids… and me.” he grumbled.

Your expression softened, your heart warming completely. It was rare when Bakugou praised you like this, again, he was terrible at expressing his feelings verbally, especially something so gentle and heartfelt like this.

“Of course, Katsu.” you beamed at him.

He scoffed at your expression, but reached for you, cupping the side of your face as he stooped low, pressing his mouth against yours carefully.

You hummed low in your throat; eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back. Sweet and gentle, incredibly warm and full of love.

“Ew. You actually let papa do that? That’s disgusting.” You broke free from the kiss and turned to see your daughter staring at you guys in disgust.

You laughed softly at her comment, Bakugou on the other hand…

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching your brother?” he asked, eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

“No wonder Deku is the number 1 hero.” Your daughter muttered to herself before turning to walk away.

“What the fuck did you just say you shit?” Bakugou growled, standing up and swooping down, easily throwing your daughter over his shoulders.

She squealed loudly, contagious giggles escaping her lips as Bakugou jogged over to the playground. He scooped up your other child, swinging him around rapidly.

A soft smile twitched at your lips as you watched them.

You loved your little family.

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