#went to heat up my magic bag and while I was sitting on the floor I saw that my parents are packing up our Christmas stuff

[mosspapi]

The amount of stress and sadness and fear and grief and anger I have been feeling for the last two months is. Astounding. And what's worse is I haven't even actually felt any of it. I just know it's there, somewhere my brain won't let me see it, waiting to tumble out from its precarious stack in the dusty closets of my mind and and knock me down at the most inopportune moment.

[prongsx]

Favors in exchange for kisses

warnings: kisses, English its not my first language, small mention of blood. f!reader

1,5 K words

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You don't know exactly how you got into this situation with Jason. But you're not complaining.

It started months ago, when your long-time friend Dick Grayson heard you complaining about not having a place to live and mentioned that he knew someone you could trust to share an apartment with, with his brother, Jason Todd.

You were hesitant to accept, after all, you didn't know Jason Todd, but this was Gotham, and finding someone you could trust to share an apartment with was almost impossible. And it would only be for a while.So you went to live with Dick Grayson's brother.

Jason was kind of quiet, mysterious, and his blue eyes left you a little confused and breathless. It took you a while to be able to have meaningful conversations with him, it was hard to learn more about him, but little by little you won a small space in his life.You discovered his favorite books, learned his schedule, understood how sometimes he didn't want to talk, other times he was more open, and you learned to appreciate those moments when you both talked, laughed and smiled softly.

Then came the biggest problem.

Jason was too helpful.

You simply didn't know how to deal with someone who did so many acts of service. When he found out that banana pancakes were your favorite, he woke up early and cooked them. When you complained about that wood that was making noise in the living room, he fixed it immediately. Even when carrying your bag down the street, he would magically appear and hold it. Your coffee was always with those three drops of milk, just the way you liked it.

And when you tried to reciprocate, he seemed almost offended. Like the time you made a big meal, he was offended, you seemed tired from the effort and he didn't like that. Even when you cleaned his things he seemed irritated, you weren't supposed to do things for him.

After months of looking for ways to thank him for his helpfulness, you discovered it in an unusual way. Your room wasn't fully furnished, even months after moving in you were still buying furniture and needing to assemble it. Jason dismissed all the delivery people from the store and said he would assemble it himself, using the excuse that he didn't like strangers in his space.

"You spoil me," you joked with him, sitting on the floor as you watched Jason working on your new vanity. It wasn't a bad sight, Jason's large hands proving skillful and efficient, his t-shirt revealing his biceps that made you a little dizzy.

"I find doing manual labor relaxing." He replied, glancing at you and smiling slightly. You hummed in response, resting your chin on your knees and admiring Jason. You wanted so badly to find something to thank him for, something to show him that you were grateful for him.

When he finally finished the job, he stood up and held out his hand to help you. After gaining momentum, your hands instinctively went to his arm and gave it a squeeze.

"Thank you so much, Jay."

He was silent, you were silent. It seemed too intimate a touch, you were nervous, afraid he wouldn't like it, that he would ask you to never touch him again, which would be a shame because your hands could feel the heat of his skin. Then he smiled. He smiled, a dimple in his cheek.

"Nothing, princess."

After that, the touches became more frequent. Every time he did something adorable, you would touch his arms or his hand. Like the time he carried all your college books for meters and you held his hand in thanks (you stayed like that for longer than usual).

Another big step was when you arrived tired, from a horrible day, and you found Jason smiling shyly at you, the apartment smelling of your favorite food. As you washed dishes side by side, your hips touching, you lifted your feet and kissed his cheek, whispering a thank you. His reaction was adorable, his neck slightly red, his eyes blinking at you in a silly way that made you smile back.

So you continued, becoming a little bolder every time he did something to please you. It seemed impossible now to go back to the time when you didn't touch him, and you could swear he liked it. There were times when you could almost feel him sigh when your kiss on his cheek went all the way to his jaw.

When he came back from patrol, bruised and bleeding, he wouldn't let you help him. He would never dirty your soft hands with his blood. But he enjoyed it when you sat next to him, stroking his hair and talking to him in that calm tone, trying to make him relax with more pleasant conversations. A routine was established.

Jason was a little quiet sometimes. At first you thought he was grumpy and moody, but you soon discovered that he was just someone with poor social skills, and you managed to establish a way to show that you cared about each other.

"Hum, I stopped by the pharmacy, but your order had already been picked up." You jumped, startled by Jason's sudden arrival. For such a big guy, he had an impressive ability to be silent. Damn Batman training.

"Jay, hi." You greeted, as you leaned on the kitchen counter, casually scrolling through your phone. "Dick got it for me, he was just passing by."

He fell silent, making you look up from your phone to look at him. Jason's eyebrows were furrowed, his lips forming a frown.

"Why?" You blinked slowly.

"Why what?"

"Why Dick got it for you. I was going to get it for you." He looked almost... annoyed, frustrated that he hadn't gotten the product for you.

You blinked slowly again, tilting your head.

"He...was closer. I didn't mean to bother you."

He let out a huff, looking annoyed, like when a dog sees his owner reading a newspaper another dog brought.

"Jay?" You called out to him, almost shivering when his blue orbs stared at you.

"I'm the one who does your things. Why is that idiot Dick getting involved?"

"I don't want you to feel like you're my employee, that's all."

He huffed again, looking indignant. Another problem with Jason Todd: he didn't say what he was feeling, it was like trying to win the lottery with blurry numbers. Then he approached you, his posture looking like he was preparing to interrogate a criminal, his hands resting on the counter.

"Did you kiss him?"It certainly wasn't what you expected to hear. Your mouth fell open, your eyes wide.

"What?"

It was the only intelligent thing your lips formed.Jason still had that indignant look on his face, his blue eyes half-closed. He was too close and you felt a little cornered, the kitchen seemed small, the air harder to breathe. You stared back at him.

"Why do you think I kissed Dick?" You repeated, still that confused expression. You would be offended if your brain was working perfectly.

"You kiss me when I do favors for you!" He murmurs.

Oh. That was it.

You let out a breath, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

"Jason. Do you think I kiss the mailman every time he brings letters?"

"God, I hope not."

You both stay silent, your hands going to the hem of his shirt, unable to control yourself, squeezing it between your fingers, the weight of the unspoken words.

"Jay. You know...you don't have to do me favors to receive my affection, right?" You whispered, your eyes roaming all over his face, his beautiful features, his slightly crooked nose, his lips that looked so kissable.

"But I like it. I like taking care of you. Fuck, I want to take care of you always."

He himself seemed shocked by the intensity of the words, his eyes widening, his heart beating out of control, just like yours.

"Jay." You let out a breath, your hands rising to his face, caressing his cheekbones. You shivered when his hands held your hips, keeping you firmly against the counter. You didn't know what it would be like to kiss Jason, of course, you had already thought about it a lot, more than was healthy.

And when you finally pulled his face to you, pressing your lips, slightly chapped but still soft, against his. You dominated the kiss for a few seconds, being gentle as you held his face, but then something seemed to snap in Jason, he held you with impressive ease, pressing your hips against the counter and thrusting his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your soft moan. His hands were all over your body, hungry, as if he couldn't lose you.

"Only I can take care of you," he growled against your lips, his breathing heavy.

"Yes. yes," you said, caught in the haze of Jason's kisses, your eyes almost closing again.

"Good," he whispered, before kissing you again, fiercely, his hands gripping the back of your neck.

You were fine with this deal of favors in exchange for kisses.

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Inspired by a post I saw about Jason's love languages headcanon. Jaybean is just a guy who doesn't know how to show love in a normal way!!! But we love him anyway. I hope you liked it! I'm very happy to start posting things here, slowly gaining courage.

[galaxysupreme17]

Kitchen Chaos

Sidenote: This can be seen as part two of the baking chaos chapter if you want!

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

It was two weeks before Christmas, and the Harkness-Vidal household was fully festive. The tree in the living room bedecked with ornaments from years past, twinkled brightly in the soft glow of fairy lights. Garlands lined the banisters, and stockings hung from the mantel, each one personalized with a tiny bit of magic that had them shimmering with different colors depending on who passed by. Snow gently fell outside, covering Westview in a blanket of white.

Things were just starting to heat up in the kitchen—quite literally.

“Mom, Mama!” Y/n called excitedly, waving a recipe card in her hand. She was already in her Christmas apron, which was dusted with flour before they’d even started. “It’s time! We need to make the cookies before the day slips away.”

Sitting at the table with a warm cup of coffee, Rio chuckled at her daughter’s enthusiasm. “Alright, alright, no need to rush. We have all afternoon.”

“Afternoon, yes,” Agatha said, sauntering into the kitchen and tying on her own apron. “But if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way—no shortcuts, no magic.”

Rio raised an eyebrow, her fingers already twitching with the urge to cast a small spell. “No magic? Are you sure? We could be done in ten minutes.”

“No,” Y/n interrupted, grinning mischievously. “I want to do it by hand. It’s more fun this way! Besides, the holidays are about the process, not how fast we can finish.”

Agatha gave her a proud nod. “Exactly. You heard her, Rio. No magic.”

Rio sighed dramatically, leaning her elbows on the counter. “You two are no fun.” But there was a playful smile on her lips as she took her place beside Y/n, prepared to at least pretend she wasn’t going to use magic.

“Okay, first up,” Y/n said, grabbing the bag of flour. We need flour, sugar, butter, and all the usual cookie stuff. We’ll divide it—Mom, you crack the eggs, Mama, you’re in charge of the dry ingredients.”

“Easy enough,” Agatha said, taking her role very seriously as she measured out the flour precisely while Rio started cracking eggs into a bowl with exaggerated care.

The first ten minutes went smoothly enough. Agatha sifted the flour and cocoa powder, Rio whisked the wet ingredients, and Y/n measured the sugar while chatting about their plans for the rest of the holidays. The kitchen was filled with the scent of vanilla and butter, and outside, the gentle sound of snowfall added to the cozy atmosphere.

But, of course, it didn’t take long for Rio’s impatience to get the better of her. As Y/n carefully stirred the dough, Rio glanced at the clock and then at the still-empty cookie sheets. With a quick flick of her fingers, she levitated the bag of flour, sending it soaring across the counter and dumping it directly into the bowl without a single spill.

“Mom!” Y/n yelped, her hands flying to her hips as she gave Rio a pointed look. “No magic, remember?”

Rio chuckled, shrugging innocently. “What? I didn’t spill a drop.”

Agatha glanced up from her mixing, eyes narrowed but lips twitching with amusement. “That’s not the point, Rio. You’re cheating. I said we’re doing this by hand.”

Rio held up her hands in mock surrender, laughing softly. “Alright, alright. No more magic. I swear.”

They went back to work, but it wasn’t long before another magical mishap occurred—this time, thanks to Y/n. As she absentmindedly muttered a spell under her breath while rolling out the dough, a small blob of cookie dough sprang to life, growing tiny legs and arms. It hopped off the counter and skittered across the floor like a gingerbread man on a mission.

Y/n’s eyes went wide. “Oh no! I didn’t mean to—!”

Agatha burst out laughing, clapping her hands. “Looks like you’ve inherited your mother’s impatience.”

Y/n blushed, chasing after the little dough creation, her spoon in hand. “Come back here!” she yelled, half-laughing, half-embarrassed.

Rio was leaning against the counter, smirking as she watched the chaos unfold. “Need help, sweetheart?”

“No magic!” Y/n insisted, trying to corner the rogue dough creature, but it was too quick, darting between the legs of the kitchen chairs.

Agatha, still laughing, finally stepped in. With a simple wave of her hand, she stopped the cookie mid-run and levitated it back onto the counter. “There,” she said, gently setting it before Y/n. “Problem solved. Now, let’s finish these before more kitchen disasters occur.”

The rest of the cookie-making process went about as smoothly as one could expect for a magical family. Y/n got flour in her hair, Rio knocked over a bag of sugar, and Agatha ended up with butter smeared on her apron, but they managed to mix and roll out the dough—without any more animated cookie attempts.

However, as Y/n slid the first tray of cookies into the oven, disaster struck again.

The oven, which had been preheated to a reasonable temperature, suddenly erupted in smoke, the scent of burning sugar filling the kitchen. Y/n’s eyes widened as she scrambled to turn it off.

“I didn’t even put them in for that long!” Y/n exclaimed, opening the oven door to find that a couple of cookies had expanded… a little too much. They were practically molten, bubbling and spilling over the edges of the tray.

Agatha waved her hand, fanning the smoke away from the stove while Rio grabbed a fire extinguisher. “This,” Rio said with a dramatic sigh, “is why we use magic.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as Rio put out the tiny fire. “We’ll get it right next time.”

Once the smoke cleared, they salvaged what cookies they could and started again. This time, Rio closely monitored the oven to prevent another mishap. Despite the earlier chaos, the second batch came out perfectly golden brown.

“I’m calling this a victory,” Y/n said proudly as she placed the tray on the counter to cool. “Oddly shaped but delicious.”

Rio ruffled her daughter’s hair, leaning down to grab a cookie. “Agreed. And honestly, I think the misshapen ones have more character.”

Agatha smiled as she reached for a gingerbread cookie. “Imperfection is part of the charm, darling.”

Y/n beamed, grabbing a cookie herself and taking a bite. It was buttery, sweet, and just right. She looked around at the messy kitchen—flour still dusting the countertops, mixing bowls piled in the sink, and the faint scent of smoke still lingering in the air—and felt a warm sense of contentment.

“See?” Y/n said, grinning. “We didn’t need magic. We made memories. Isn’t that what Christmas is all about?”

Agatha chuckled and wrapped an arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “You’re wise beyond your years, kiddo.”

Rio, wiping her hands on a towel, moved closer to the two of them. “Alright, since we’ve conquered the cookies, how about we move on to something a little less disastrous, like hot cocoa?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please!”

As Rio began to heat up the milk on the stove, Y/n curled up next to Agatha, resting her head on her mama’s shoulder. “This was fun,” she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. “Even with the chaos.”

Agatha smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That’s what makes it special, sweetheart. Chaos is part of our charm.”

As the rich smell of chocolate filled the kitchen and the warmth of the fire from the living room flickered in the background, the three of them sat together at the table, laughing and sipping their cocoa. The imperfect cookies were a testament to their perfectly imperfect family, and Y/n couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate the holiday season.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Alfons vs Roger event (Roger end)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Alfons: Now then-

Roger: Let’s get this over with.

Alfons: Oh yes, that’s right. We have to be “friendly” today, don’t we? To be honest, I’m disgusted. But let’s fight together, Roger.

Kidnapper: Wah!

Alfons swiftly gets behind the man and pins his arms behind his back.

While holding onto the man struggling to escape, Alfons bit down on a black leather glove, removed it, and touched his nape with his fingertips. 

Kidnapper: Ah…ahh…

Alfons: Look, the people you killed are right in front of you. They’ve come back as ghosts.

Kidnapper: Eek! Get away, get away!

(He’s hallucinating because of Alfons’ ability).

Alfons: What’s there to be afraid of. Let’s have a deeply emotional meeting.

Roger approaches the pale and flustered man.

Roger: I’d shoot you, but sadly I don’t have my gun with me today. Well, this is good enough.

Roger’s raised fist slams into the man’s torso.

Kidnapper: …Guh

The man tumbles onto the floor and faints.

Alfons: Barbaric as ever.

Roger: I only knocked him out. That’s gentlemanly, isn’t it? 

Their eyes land on me.

Alfons and Roger: Kate. You’re not hurt, are you?

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Afterward, Viscount Morris hands the unconscious kidnapper to the police.

Based on his past criminal records, he’ll never get out of his cell again.

Alfons: So, Miss Kate. It’s about time we heard how many points we’ve acquired.

Roger: Right. I’ve been wonderin’ about it myself.

Kate: Alfons has received a total of 100 points, Roger 101. Roger wins by a narrow margin.

Alfons: I see. Hey, Roger.

Roger: What?

When Roger looked up, Alfons hugged him as hard as he could.

Alfons: I’m very happy to have “gotten along” with you all day. Will this give another friendship point?

While I blinked at him, Roger clicked his tongue.

Roger: That’s just like you. When you win, you take your win and run. And when you lose, you try to sweep it under a rug.

Alfons: Of course I’d rather die than become your servant.

Roger: You’re still hung up on “that”?

Alfons: I’m not holding a grudge. I just don’t like you. Forgive me, Miss Kate, but I’ve gone past my limit on acting friendly with Roger, so if you’ll excuse me. Those sweetheart chocolates in your bag are for the person you like.

In the bag left on the sofa were the chocolates that Alfons had mentioned.

Alfons: Of course, if you really want me to take them, then you’ll have to knock on my door tonight.

Roger: Don’t, he’ll eat you up too.

Alfons: That’s my line. Well then, happy Valentine’s Day.

My cheeks heat off as I watch Alfons make his dashing exit.

(Perhaps Alfons knew this whole time…)

Last night, I was about to knock on the lab door with a fresh batch of chocolates in hand.

When I thought of who to give the chocolates to, Roger was the first that came to mind.

(But I was too embarrassed to give him the sweetheart chocolates and chickened out)

As I agonized over last night, I felt a pat on my head.

Roger: Arguing’s made me tired and now I’m craving something sweet.

Roger picked up my bag from the sofa and smirked.

Roger: Now then—let’s go into overtime.

Kate: Valentine’s market?

Roger: Yeah, I remember Ellis sayin’ something like that when we went out for a drink. Dunno how that guy always gets this kind of info.

Kate: So, why?

Roger: Told you I was craving somethin’ sweet. I’m trying to butter you up to get your chocolate. Hm? Looks like some street performance’s starting over there.

Kate: Huh, oh…it is. I can hear things, but can’t see because of the crowd.

Roger: That so? Then—

Kate: Huh? Woah!

Roger picks me up with ease and all eyes immediately focus on us.

Kate: Roger, please put me down. People are staring…

Roger: Pfft, haha. Don’t worry ‘bout it. Come on, look ahead. Lpok.

I take in the street performance as Roger holds me up.

Kate: The street performance was amazing! I didn’t expect a head to fall.

Roger: Wonder how that works. Victor might know.

Kate: Hehe, probably. Victor’s good at magic tricks.

While sitting on a bench, sipping on some mulled wine that Roger bought me, there was a hint of a smile on the man’s face.

Roger: Glad you enjoyed it.

I suddenly felt embarrassed at the fact that I was enjoyed it like a child and I quickly changed the subject.

Kate: Um, that reminds me…

Roger: Hm?

Kate: What was “that” you were talking about with Alfons?

Roger: Oh, the thing about holding a grudge?

Kate: Yes. But…If it’s not something you want to talk about, then I understand.

Roger: I got nothing to hide. You know how Al and I have known each other since we were kids?

Kate: I’ve been told that you two knew each other way before Crown.

Roger: And that he’s cursed. They say that those cursed are “destined to commit sins and meet a tragic end”. I told him everything he knows. Rather, I forced it on him.

Kate: Why did you tell Alfons the truth…?

Roger: Back then, I was lookin’ for someone else that was cursed. I ended up finding Al. I was so glad to finally meet him that I didn’t even think twice before telling him the truth.

Roger’s eyes squint as if to say “I was just a kid”.

Roger: Once you’re aware, you can’t go back to not being aware.

(The two share a past that only they know)

(So I don’t want to say things as if I understand)

Kate: I’m sure Alfons knows that you didn’t mean to do that. Otherwise he wouldn’t provoke you like a child, would he?

Roger: …Maybe.

Kate: Besides…

Roger: …?

Kate: Besides, I personally would’ve wanted to know the truth. I believe that there’s a lot of things in this world that we don’t need to know. But after knowing, I can think about what to do with it.

Roger: Yeah, I’m with you on that.

Roger smiled in acceptance and leaned forward to look at my face.

Roger: That being the case, let me ask you. Did you come to see me last night?

[mrs-kodzuken]

Christmas Magic ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Kenma Kozume x fem!reader

WC: 1.6k

Genre: mostly fluff, marriage, sexual tension

CW: fem!reader, lots of sexual tension at the end, long haired!reader

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I scrolled on my phone looking through a baking app, skimming across it for new recipes to try out. I wanted to bake something for Kenma and I even though it was only one in the morning.

Currently, I was sitting on the counter in our beautiful kitchen. The bar stools were always an obvious choice to sit in but alas I loved our granite counter. I screenshotted three recipes for three different types of cookies to try out.

Gingerbread sandwich cookies, Peppermint patty-stuffed chocolate cookies, and some DIY YouTube emoticon cookies, those were for Kenma.

Speaking of my husband, he had told me about thirty minutes earlier that he was going to stream live. Which is most likely what he was doing right now.

I looked through the ingredients on the list and quietly headed upstairs to the second floor. Even though Kenma was an entire floor above, in his gaming room, of our three story house, I still tried to be as quiet as possible.

I mean, it was one am after all. Time didn't really bother Kenma and I because of our schedules.

Entering our bedroom, I grabbed a measure of clothing. Hat, scarf, winter jacket, sweatpants, and warm socks. Grabbing my snow boots from the closet floor I headed back downstairs to the door.

I looked up at the snowy sky and took a deep breath in of the sharp icy air, which felt like needles poking my lungs. Winter is here and it's my favorite time of the year.

Smiling at the decorative lights flashing on our house that we put up a couple of weeks ago. I started my walk to the closest market, I didn't want to travel too far just for some cookie ingredients.

Some of them we didn't have either. Hopefully, they'd be open because I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. And I needed something to busy me whilst my husband was streaming.

I headed in and heard the bell ding as the warm air from the small convenience store heated me up.

Immediately, I went to the baking and ingredients section. I tried to balance the objects in my arms while walking up to the front counter because I didn't think to grab a cart.

"Hello." I spoke to the cashier and carefully set my items down.

"Hi Mrs.Kozume, do you plan on making something this late?" The old lady had asked with a light laugh. The crinkles by her eyes creased and shown her age.

"Yes ma'am, I wanted to bake for my husband. He's working right now and probably won't be sleep for a couple more hours." I laughed with her.

Since I would always come here for plenty of household things, at any time of day or night, I knew most of all the workers.

"Ah, well I hope the two of you have a good night." She placed my ingredients in two plastic bags then held them out for me.

"You too. Thank you." I waved at her and opened the door, leaving as the cold air from the chill night surrounded me once again.

Not after hearing a mumble of 'such cute youngens.' I had quietly laughed to myself and continued my short walk home. Eager to bake and be in warmth again.

Passing all the colorful decorations of houses, I stared in awe. Small snow flurries had began to fall as well. Christmas is such a wonderful time, isn't it?

Finally coming close to a familiar decor, I quickly got inside. The coldness nipping at my nose and body as I shivered from it.

"Baby? Are you back?" I heard a deep voice fill the air as I took off my winter boots and continued to strip until I was in my regular house clothes.

"Yes hon, I went out to get some things." I answered my husband while hanging my big coat on the rack and leaving my snow boots by the door.

"Did you finish your streaming?" I questioned, tilting my head as he rounded the corner from the kitchen.

"Yeah, it was a short one." He muttered, his eyes focused on the bags in my hands.

I walked into the kitchen, setting them down on the counter before heading upstairs, kenma following my every move.

"What'd you get?"

"Just a few ingredients for baking." I opened our closet and picked out my pink Christmas pj's that Kenma bought me. They had small green Christmas trees on them and were very soft.

As well as reaching for some big fuzzy socks to warm up my cold feet.

I took off my house clothes and slipped that on, not bothering to cover up my body. It's not like Kenma hasn't seen any of this glorious body before.

I watched as Kenma's eyes trailed down my body and gawked at my every move.

"My love, do you wanna your Christmas jammie's on to match me?" I asked, silently begging so we could be cute together.

He came from behind me as I reached into the drawers to pull out his set. Ken hugged me from the back, his arms wrapping around my waist and his head on my shoulder.

"Sure baby, I'll be right down." Kissing the nape of my neck, I sighed peacefully and broke our hug.

Heading down, I waltzed kitchen, pulling my hair up and started with the basics.

I could basically feel his eyes staring at me while I started getting the bowls and utensils out as well as my ingredients I had bought.

"Yes, my love?" I turned around to face him, getting ready to start whisking the batter.

"Can I help?"

I smiled softly at him, my heart bursting into flames full of love. Especially since he looked so precious in his pajamas that matched mine.

"Of course you can, here." I gave him the batter I was just about to whisk and started on a new task.

"What kind of cookies are these." He sniffed the batter, his nose twitching.

"These are gingerbread sandwich cookies. I have two others that i wanted to bake too. I'm gonna start on the peppermint patty-stuffed chocolate ones." I gave him my phone that had all the instructions on how to bake the Gingerbread cookies.

He set the bowl down and his eyes skimmed down the phone to the last one. I saw a soft smile grace his handsome features.

"Can we make the last one next?"

"Sure, let me finish with this chocolate first and you put those in oven." I directed, happy that we were bonding.

Baking with Kenma was always nice, even if we stopped a few times here and there because he wanted to make out for some unknown reason.

"Are they done?" I asked him, peering back while he opened the oven. I cleaned the last couple of dishes that we used for baking.

"Yeah, but they're hot so be careful." He warned me as some of his two toned hair fell into his face. Ken put the cookies on a platter and set them on our granite counter, waiting for them to cool.

I grabbed my step stool and set it where I could fix his hair, as per usual. I, unfortunately, had to stand on my tippy toes from how short I am.

Lightly taking his hair out of the messy back bun I had put it in earlier, and changed it to a ponytail.

"Your hair is so soft and long baby." I gently racked my hands through his hair.

"Oh please, your hair goes down to your ass baby." He retorted as if I meant it as a bad thing.

"It's not a bad thing honey, most guys don't wear it long. It looks sexy on you." My face flushed and I stepped down, putting the step stool away to where it goes.

I didn't hear an answer from him as I made my way towards the cookies. They should be cool enough by now to eat.

Gently, I touched one before picking it up just to see if it would burn my hand or not.

Seeing as I could pick it up I turned to Kenma with it.

"Say ahh." I broke the cookie in half so I could feed it to him.

He stared down at me with watchful eyes and an eyebrow raised like I was dumb. Nevertheless he did as I asked.

"Good boy, does it taste good?" I could have sworn that he almost choked when I said that. I was just proud that the cookies we made came out looking so good.

"That's new. It's usually Daddy." He smirked, his cheeks flushing bit red, watching my expression.

My face burned a bright red because I knew what he was talking about. And it was, in fact, true.

"How does it taste?" My voice high pitched because of his response, I cleared my throat to fix it.

"Eh, you taste better."

I could have died right then and there.

"You're such a horny person, Kenma." I laughed at him, feeling the sexual tension in the air.

I thought this was supposed to be wholesome and yet here my erratic husband is, trying to be sexy.

"You're one to talk.." He trailed off, analyzing my face.

"Anyway! Do you want to watch home alone? I'll bring the cookies up while they're still warm?" I said getting a glass of milk for us to dip our cookies in.

"Sure baby," He kissed my jaw in the same place of where he had set a mark he made a couple nights ago.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I can't believe I married a horny tornado." I muttered and focused on the sweets in front of me.

Knowing damn well that later I would be getting some Christmas magic.

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a/n: this is from my “Haikyuu x Reader Oneshots” on Wattpad! I hoped you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!

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[kaittalkstoomuch]

Hi guys! I hope you all had an amazing week! How are ya? ♥️ enjoy this new chapter, which is reminiscent of the prologue!

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Freak and The Babe (Part Two)

The Morning of March 24, 1986

“Follow me.” Eddie says quietly as we follow him closely. Eddie is masked by Max’s Michael Myers mask and while it totally looks ridiculous, I just want to rip the thing off and kiss him all over. As if we were alone. However, we’re on a mission, get to The War Zone.

We get to the RV, with its occupants outside on the other side. We gotta be sneaky. Eddie kneels down and holds his hands out, giving me a boost. “Babe, you first.” I nod as I step on his foot and jump into the RV in one swift motion. I make sure I have my bag with me. Gotta photograph and write about the memories. Besides, Dustin apparently packed a bag when Eddie and I went “missing” for a moment.

I look into the bag as I get off the couch. My Hellfire Club shirt, a black cardigan, and a bohemian skirt. Stevie Nicks mixed with me. I look at my boots. This will be my war outfit. Great job, brother. “Okay, I’m in!” I whisper in the window as I look around the mobile home. Eddie jumps in quickly, and rips that horrid mask off. I snap a picture of the moment. “Dustin packed a bag when you and I were… running away from Carver…. And….”

I stand on my tippy toes and he wraps his arms around me as we share a fast, heated kiss. “Smart kid.” He chuckles. “Let’s go to the front.” Eddie says as Steve jumps in, then Robin, then Nancy. Eddie sits in the driver’s seat and I sit on the floor beside him watching him work his magic.

Truth was, I’ve heard stories about him hot-wiring cars. That his dad taught him. I’ve always wanted to witness it. Steve comes up and watches Eddie too. Slow down Harrington. The others come in the background. Dustin closes the window. I act as a look out while watching him too, watching his fingers work.

“When did you learn how to do that?” Steve asks. “Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire.” He told me about his father. How he went to prison, and also his mother passing away too. So young. I appreciate Uncle Wayne more and more daily. He raised such an amazing man.

“… But now, I’m wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto.” He takes a breath as I rest my hand on his knee. “So yeah, I’m really living up to that Munson name.” That statement feels like a gut punch.

“Uh, Eddie, I’m not sure if I love the idea of you driving.” Robin says as she rests her hand on the top of the chair. Eddie and I smirk at each other and I try not to laugh at his goofy grin. “Oh, I’m starting this sucker. Harrington’s got her.” He leans into Steve to his and Robin’s confusion, and my laughter. “Don’tcha big boy.”

It becomes a big blur after that. The engine started. We heard someone scream “what the hell?” Dustin yelling “Steve, Drive!” “Everyone hang onto something!” Steve yells as we get settled and hang on for dear life. Dustin and Max are in the back. Erica, Eddie, Lucas, Robin and I are in the middle. Nancy is in the passenger seat next to Steve.

Erica and I hang on to each other while Robin hangs on to the wall. Lucas and Eddie are enjoying being tossed around head banging. Steve takes sharp turns as we scream. “Hang on to me, okay?” I tell Erica as she hugs my waist tightly. The Sinclair’s I know would kick my ass. Finally, it all seems over when Steve takes a seemingly lethal left turn.

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Things are finally smooth and calm. It kind of reminds me of when Eddie, myself and the boys would hang out in Eddie’s van. Eddie and I would be sitting up front driving around, usually an area looking over Lover’s Lake and we’d all hang out. It was all good times. We wouldn’t worry about the Upside Down, or Vecna. Just living. The boys would play music and we’d relax, smoke a bit of weed. Eddie and I would be alone, too, sometimes. I miss those times.

I snuggle against Eddie’s arm and smile against it. “This is one hell of a way to celebrate a year.” I joke as we both laugh. “It truly has, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” “Really?” “Well, I didn’t picture the Upside Down or Vecna in it but I’m with you and that’s all that matters.” I laugh as we share a kiss.

“So, I’ve been wondering. How did you two end up together?” Erica asks while Robin cracks up. I think of a way to tell her, the not-so-little-girl-anymore I used to babysit. “Well.” I start looking at Eddie and he raises his eyebrows. “Last year while in the cafeteria, I was being harassed by some prick.” I start as Lucas and Dustin sing-song, “Jason Carver.”

We all laugh as Erica states “That Ken wannabe was harassing you? Ew.” “Yeah. That prick had a crush on me. I don't like him for obvious reasons. Everyday he would find a way to ask me out. That day, was the big game. He wanted me to cheer him on. I was actually planning on sitting with Robin and our friends, but Jason would not leave me the hell alone. Then, Eddie stepped in.”

I gleam up at him and he shares the emotion back. I can hear Steve and Nancy talking up front. Something about a dream Steve would always have. Good job, Harrington.

“I swooped in to save the day. I would watch Jason harass her daily and her disdain. I’ve always had a crush on Roxie.” “Why were you scared to go up to her in the first place?” Erica asks. We all couldn’t help but laugh. “I was very intimidated by Roxie. That Stevie Nicks vibe. There was just something about her that just drew me in… it wasn’t until Gareth The Great told me to grow a pair.” “And thank god he did. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I love you.” “I love you too.”

He holds my cheek and Erica chuckles. “Good. I approve of this. At first, I wasn’t sure until I saw you two at the campaign. Lucas would talk about how different you seemed and always canoodling.” I chuckle at Lucas. “Well, we appreciate being Erica Sinclair approved.” I say grinning at her. Eddie chuckles, oh god. “Just want until you hear how Dustin found out.”

“NO!” All of us except for Erica says. I laugh at the ridiculousness, but I mean would you want to tell the girl you used to babysit how one night Eddie tried to sneak out after we hooked up and got caught by Dustin? No way.

“We're here!” Steve shouts as we look up front. “Thank god. I was scared we’d explain the birds and the bees to Erica.” Robin whispers in my ear while side eyeing Eddie. “Oh calm down.” I say laughing. Nancy and Steve come to the back and we plan. “Who’s all coming?” Nancy asks. Steve and Robin raise their hands, as well as Max. “Me!” I say enthusiastically, which Dustin disagrees with.

“No! That’s dangerous Roxie!” Dustin says. “I agree. If Jason ran his mo-“ Lucas starts being Eddie interrupts him. “No, guys. Roxie should go in. I trust Roxie going in there. She can handle anything. I’ve seen her handle Jason before and it’s worked. If he’s in there, I just know he wouldn’t do anything.” “I’ll go in too, I wanna see Roxie end Carver.” Erica says.

“And I’ll go. We need all the weapons we can get.” Nancy says. I smile at Nancy and then Eddie. “I’ll be right back, okay sweetheart?” I kiss his lips and he kisses me back. “See you soon, sweetheart.” He says back. I get up and walk out with everyone. “If you want. I’ll stay with you. It could be like when we were younger. ‘Hawkins Angels’.” Nancy says holding out her hand as we walk. “Hawkins Angels vs Vecna!!” We both laugh as we walk inside.

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 16

A/N: it is my dear friend's birthday today and while I didn't manage to get this edited before she went to bed for the night I still wanted to post it on her day. Happy birthday @kimmania you're an amazing person and i'm so glad we're friends. to another year of good times!

Beca

"Bec…wake up. We're here."

Beca cracked one eye open and tipped her head so she could look at Chloe from her spot on the floor of the cabin next to Aubrey. They were in someplace dark as a tomb and she sat up cautiously. 

"Where are we?"

"Somewhere safe. How is she doing?"

The brunette looked down at the lumpy bundled form next to her and gently pulled the hood back from Aubrey’s face. It looked bad. Worse than it had a few hours ago. The burns that had looked more like bad burn scars were looking fresh again. Heat rose from Aubrey’s body like the flicker of a smoldering ember was still trying to breathe back to life in her chest.

"Oh fuck…"

"What? Beca what's wrong?"

Beca backed up Chloe yanked open the side door and crawled into the van. The redhead muttered several curses as she quickly checked Aubrey's body for the growing damage. Aubrey had waited too long to feed and heal and her body could no longer fight and repair the injuries.

"She shouldn't be this warm. Damnit, I should have forced her to feed."

"Didn't you say you could feed here?"

"Bagged blood, not fresh, I was hoping with enough blood we could make her well enough to really heal."

"So the fresher the blood the more potent?" 

Chloe nodded distractedly, worry etched deep in her frown. She knew what the other woman wasn’t saying. Weak blood would require more feeding and as damaged as Aubrey was she would need an entire football team to drain.

Or.

"Help me sit her up Chloe."

"Wh…Beca no! You can't!"

It was too late to argue with her. Beca rolled up the sleeve of her plaid shirt. There wasn't even a thought in her mind, no hint of hesitation. She scrambled to settle in behind Aubrey and prop the vampire back against her chest.

"She's going to die if I don't. I can feel it…"

Chloe stared in horror when she dug the credit card blade out of her back pocket and flipped the edge open. It was hard to believe a few days ago she had been using it to escape and now…

Beca slashed a line across her forearm and held it up the blonde's mouth. Aubrey’s eyes fluttered open but she didn't latch on. Her arms raised weakly to bat away the offering but Beca pulled her closer.

"You have to Aubrey, stop fighting me."

She hadn’t meant to call up her power when she said it but fear was a good catalyst and right now she was terrified. Chloe looked around as a hard wind shook the van around them. Bright blue eyes practically glowed with alarm at another buffet of wind.

"What is that??"

Beca closed her eyes as she focused on trying to calm the torrent of energy running through her. What had been a slow trickling stream her entire life was now a wild deluge. It was a little like trying to hug a waterfall and for a moment she was lost in the ebb and flow of death surrounding her. So many. There were so many bodies, all tiny points of power. Power she needed…power she wanted. And she knew she could take them all as easily as curling her hand into a fist.

Her head snapped back and her eyes popped open wide and unseeing. She was caught like a leaf in the current, unable to ground herself. A cold hand clasped on her wrist sending a pulse of recognition to her. It was solid and unmoving and real and Beca focused her entire being on the feeling of that hand holding her steady.

Magic swirled around her in thick nearly tangible waves but she could wade through it now instead of being flung about with no direction or sense of self. With Chloe as her anchor she found herself again and tightened her control.

"It's me."

Even to her own ears her voice sounded different. Layered and multi-tonal as if there was more than one person speaking through and with her. More than one generation of necromancer’s power flowed through her now though she wasn’t entirely sure what caused it to happen.

Chloe was scared. She could feel the tremble in the other woman's body where her hand still held Beca’s wrist. No. Not just scared, she was in a panic. It was oddly distant from her though she could feel it and  Beca looked away from Chloe and down to the blood seeping slowly from her arm. That too seemed far away and she wondered how much of that was blood loss and how much was the overwhelming tide of magic.

"Aubrey."

As soon as the name fell from her lips she could feel her power gliding toward the vampire, tendrils curling around the weak body in her arms. Her magic caressed over the blistered, burnt skin, soothing with the cold of the grave, claiming the dead as her very own.

Her pale green eyes were dimmed to a flat gray but there was an awareness in their depths that let Beca know Aubrey felt and recognized her power.

Beca inhaled deeply, filling her body with the power of death from everywhere she could call it. Curls magic and the flame of unlife licked along her arm from Chloe's hand making their circuit complete and she suddenly understood why vampires feared her kind. And why the Council should fear her specifically.

She used the energy wicking off Chloe to force power into her voice. If Aubrey was going to be a stubborn ass and not drink then Beca was going to have to be a stubborn ass right back and make her. 

"Stop fighting me. Drink, Aubrey. Drink now."

The blanket of power surrounding them flexed and tightened against the resistance she could feel from Aubrey until the vampire brought her mouth to Beca's arm obediently despite the pleading in her eyes. She didn’t want to have to force her but losing Aubrey was out of the question.

The vampire clamped down as blood trickled over her lips. Power surged and crested over and through her bring her body up in a rigid arc as she swallowed down every drop of Beca she could.

The necromancer pushed all the energy she could into the blonde but it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed…Chloe. Beca brought her gaze up and locked eyes with the redhead. She needed more of Chloe. 

The thin thread of the redhead's life-force pulsed and beat against her skin frantically trying to join the flow into Aubrey. Beca tugged her closer, caught in the thrall of their connection as deeply as her vampires. She hadn't meant for it to lead to a kiss, but the first soft brush of Chloe’s lips against her own sparked a hunger as deep as the thirst of the vampire held securely in their arms. 

The connection between them burst into being stronger and deeper than the connection she had to any other dead she had raised before. It tore at every wall of defense and protection that she had ever put in place leaving her vulnerable and exposed in a way she hadn’t been since she was a child passed from caravan to caravan always having to find her own way alone in a sea of big scary unknowns. And just when the gaping sky of world threatened to consume her with it’s infinite and dark unknown, something strummed through that cord anchoring her to the natural world. 

You will never be alone.

We are with you.

We are yours.

It was the last thing Beca remembered before the magic burst around them and knocked her out cold.

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

WIP Wednesday

So my dumbass saw "Quest for a Cure" and "Magical Remedy" on the Sicktember prompt sheet and went "oh, they go on a journey to an abandoned castle to find a magical artifact to break a deadly curse that first manifests as a persistent fever" and now this fill is 5.5k words and counting send help

But actually though its been fun! Angstier than I usually do things, for sure. I'm experimenting with line breaks and intentional repetition a bit, which is neat. Gotta write Bowser having a meltdown soon; accidentally made that maybe a bit more intense than I was aiming for but its fine. Mario gets to quietly suffer in the background regarding the fate of his brother for most of the fic, because its in Bowser's POV and he's more concerned about Junior. I managed to sneak some humor in here, too, somehow, so at least there's that. I'm really happy with what I've got so far! ^_^

So while Mario and Bowser are busy serving as Junior and Luigi's last hope, here's Luigi suffering under a curse and Peach worrying about him, I guess.

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Back at the castle, Peach sat by Bowser Junior’s bedside, as she had been doing for the past few days. She’d promised Bowser she’d watch over him while he was gone, and she had no intention of shirking that responsibility in the slightest. It was the least she could do to help.

She was forced to multitask, though, as she had been doing for the past few days, when Luigi entered the room. He’d been swept away earlier that morning for Kamek and Kammy to run some extra tests to double check their calculations. Now he was back, carrying a tray that definitely hadn't come from the Magikoopas by the bowls of fruit sitting on it. 

Luigi’s arms shook with the effort of holding the tray up; the bowls began to slide against the metal, and Peach hurried to swerve around all the medical equipment in the room to take the tray from him before everything fell onto the floor. As she put the tray on a nearby table, Luigi’s arms drifted to curl around himself, as they had been doing for the past few days. He met Peach’s scolding frown with a sheepish tilt of his lips. “Hey,” he whispered, squeezing his arms to keep shivers at bay.

“Luigi,” Peach sighed.

“I know...” Luigi frowned. “I just...” He swayed on his feet. Peach put an arm under his shoulders to steady him. “You missed breakfast,” he said as Peach helped him into a chair. “Wanted to help.”

“You can help by resting like you're supposed to,” Peach scolded him, “So I don't have to worry about you as much.” She tugged Luigi’s hat to cover his hair, as if to punctuate her statement. 

Peach had pulled Luigi’s hat too far forward, so Luigi pushed it up out of his eyes. He fiddled with the brim, twisting and bending it. “It hasn't been that bad today,” he tried to reassure Peach. “I just...ya know...woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, ‘sall.”

Despite the heavy bags under Luigi’s eyes, Peach still looked unconvinced. She put a hand on his face and winced at the heat radiating from it. “Your fever’s gotten worse,” she worried. 

Luigi hummed, leaning into her touch. She moved her hand to the back of his head, and Luigi tipped forward to rest his head against her. She carded her hand through his hair and wished she could send some healing magic over to him, despite Kamek and Kammy’s warnings that it would at best not do anything to help and at worst accelerate the curse’s effects somehow.

The bowl of fruit was within arm’s reach, so Peach helped herself to its contents. “Have you eaten?” she asked Luigi. 

“Wasn't hungry.”

That's what he’d said at dinner last night, and at lunch before then. “You need to eat,” Peach said with a frown.

“Mrgh.” Luigi lifted his head to look at her. He squinted. “You're supposed’ta starve a fever, ain't ya? ’S fine.”

“No, that’s not a real thing. You need to eat,” Peach urged him. She plucked some grapes off the tray and fed them to him, one at a time. He only ate a few before pressing his face into her dress again. Not nearly enough. But she couldn't force it.

"...I hope Mario’s okay."

“He definitely is, I’m sure!” Peach put some cheer into her voice. “Bowser’s with him, after all. I don't think he’d let Mario get taken out by anyone except himself.”

Luigi huffed a laugh. He started to doze off right after, and part of Peach wondered how bad Junior got before he stopped waking up. The forced smile slid off her face.

[chanshoesunite]

Chan wants to record your moans for a song

GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 2.6k Author’s Note (Author Hare): This is my 500 follower hug for y’all inspired by two prompts given to me by my favourite reader of all times, Author Tortoise. Maybe you can guess what they are! WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), unsafe sex (wrap it up, kids), slight dirty talk, Chan calls reader a slut (but in a very loving way)

You unlock the door, enter the flat and kick off your heeled ankle boots, balancing two bags of takeout as you do. Having successfully completed that task, you dump them on the floor and shrug out of your coat as your obligatory “honey, I’m home” call stays unanswered. You smile to yourself – you’d expected that; it means that your boyfriend is still so focused on creating music, he forgets the world around him. That is also the main reason why he got you a key to his flat – more than once had you been standing in front of the door, waiting for him to open it for you, and he simply hadn’t heard the doorbell, lost as he was in his creative process.

You’re still in your work clothes – a black dress (that might have screamed “overdressed!” to some people, but you are aware that being overdressed is a concept created by people who don’t want women to feel beautiful every day), stockings and bright red lipstick – as you make your way through the hallway with the sashimi you’ve picked up at Chan’s favourite place to treat him for dinner.

You knock on his studio door, but the gesture is again futile – through the glass door, you can see that he’s wearing massive headphones and can’t hear anything that’s not blasted through those. You take a moment to watch him – he is clad simply in a black oversized shirt, his hair a dark mess as if he’d dragged his hands through it a hundred times today while looking for words and melodies to match in ways that you find to be positively magical. Elbows on his desk, his gaze is turned towards the ceiling as he vibes with the music, nodding to the beat, critically analysing something he has created. It’s so incredibly attractive, the way he is so focused on and passionate about his work, your heart is full just looking at him.

The song seems to end because Chan looks down and catches your eye. He gives a little start – after all, he thought he was alone in his flat until a few seconds ago – and then a glowing smile takes over his face. He waves to you in an almost childlike gesture, and you mirror his smile as you enter the studio. Chan pulls the headphones off, letting them rest around his neck before putting them on the desk. “Hey, baby girl,” he greets you happily, rolling back in his swivel chair and patting his thighs. “Come here!”

You oblige, sitting in his lap, your legs dangling over one of the armrests as your arms come to rest on his broad shoulders. You lean in to kiss him, and though you mean it only to be a peck, your kiss lasts a little longer and feels a little more heated than your average welcome back kiss. “Hi,” you whisper, smiling, as you pull back eventually.

Chan’s eyes are fixed on your red lips, but eventually stray as they take in your dress. “You look beautiful,” he pronounces, his hand sliding down the skirt of your dress and coming to rest on your knee. “Did you have a good day?”

You nod emphatically, your curls bouncing as if supporting your claim as you recount your successful day at the publishing company where you work. “The presentation went very well. The boss was ecstatic and said I’ll get to manage more of the marketing campaigns since I’m doing such a good job.” You nod to the takeout bags. “I got us some sashimi to celebrate.”

Chan’s face, which had lit up at the news, now takes on an even more enthusiastic expression. “I’m so proud of you, baby, those are wonderful news! I’m so glad your boss can see how dedicated, hardworking, and talented you are! And I’m happy I get to celebrate with you. Thanks for bringing dinner.” He nuzzles into your neck, and you giggle, feeling giddy at his euphoria.

“Thanks for being such a hype boy, babe. And how was your day? How is the new album coming along?” You glance at the computer, where Chan has obviously been busy mixing a sound file. Chan shrugs. “Ah, you knaur.” He’s trying to sound non-committal, but you know that he cares deeply. “I’m trying to write a new unit song. Hyunjin is in it, so it needs to be racy.” He winks at you. “Another hoe anthem, you mean?” Your boyfriend bursts out laughing. “Something like that. Do you want to hear it?” “Sure!” You always love listening to early versions of songs – it is intriguing to watch Chan decide what to keep and what to cut, what to put on demos – and then listen to the final product as it is released. The process is fascinating, and you love being a part of it, even if you’re only a spectator.

Chan reaches around you, and you turn to face the computer, leaning back against his broad chest. His left hand slips around your waist, securing him against you as he starts the song. Immediately you know why this song is meant for Hyunjin; it is a dark-sounding RnB track that seems to continue the tradition laid down in “Red Lights” and “Taste”. There is an almost hypnotic organ melody that reminds you of church, but in a distinctly unholy way as it is paired with lyrics such as “I know that we shouldn’t, but I want to”. Chan’s voice on the demo carries the song without difficulties, and it’s positively captivating; breathy whispers and slight vocal fries add to the sexy tone of the song.

You feel the mood in the room shift, anticipation making room for arousal. You shiver in Chan’s arms listening to it, and you feel your boyfriend shift beneath you before he presses a kiss to your neck. “Do you like it?” he breathes into your ear, and the air against your neck tickles you in a decidedly not innocent way.

You nod, releasing a breath you don’t know you’ve been holding. “It’s definitely racy,” you agree, your breath hitching as Chan continues to kiss your neck while the song moves into the second verse. You can feel him smile against your skin.

“It’s almost as if hearing my voice singing it is doing something to you, baby girl. It must be like me getting dirty thoughts when you wear lipstick like that,” he almost purrs, gently biting your earlobe as his right hand finds your breast, teasing it through the cloth. A tiny gasp escapes you, and even though the music is still playing, it doesn’t slip Chan’s attention. “God,” he almost growls. “Your moans would sound so good on this track.”

That one sentence causes you to groan again, and Chan’s hand slips from your waist downwards, under your dress and directly into your panties. He gasps at the wetness he finds there and starts stroking you softly, maddeningly, but not in any way that could actually do something for you except tease you further. “Does it turn you on that much, baby girl? Hearing me sing a naughty song, knowing I wrote it thinking about your body? Do you like the idea of me recording your moans, putting them on the track, having the fans wonder who got so horny just listening to the demo version? You’re such a little slut, baby.”

At the word slut, he pushes a finger into your pussy, and this time, your moan is anything but quiet as you throw your head back. The song comes to a close, ending, just as it started, with the organ melody, and the only thing you can hear is Chan’s finger sliding into you and the two of you breathing heavily.

“So,” he drawls, almost sounding bored but of course he’s anything but as his thumb comes to circle your clit. “What do you say?” You meet his eyes as he glances down on your face, still hypnotized by your lipstick. “You know,” you rasp. “Your song is so hot I wish I could fuck it, but I can’t. So I will fuck you instead.” You watch as Chan’s pupils dilate, and the growl that escapes his throat as he claims your lips is almost feral. Well, you know what you do to him, and you have him exactly where you want him.

“Turn on the mic,” you breathe as you pull his hands off you. In a quick gesture, you grab the hem of your dress and discard it onto the floor, standing in front of him in just your stockings and black underwear, lasciviously leaning against the desk. “Let’s see how good these moans sound.”

He seems to contemplate your words for a few seconds before he takes a step closer and, his eyes never leaving yours, leans forward to push a few keys on his keyboard. This right there, this silence before the storm, this uninterrupted eye contact, might be one of the hottest moments you’ve experienced in a long time.

Chan is on you in a second, hoisting you up onto the desk as he kisses you deeply. Your hands grab for the hem of his t-shirt, greedily pulling it off to feel more of his skin. Chan’s meanwhile busy opening your bra, and in his impatience, he has to fumble for a bit to get it off you.

“Eager?” you tease against his lips before biting down, eliciting a groan from him. “You have no idea, baby girl,” he admits as he finally gets the offending garment off. He lets it carelessly fall to the floor, already focused on nothing else but your naked breasts resting against the palms of his hands. He kisses you deeply as he strokes your stiff nipples, his erection pushing against your scantily clothed pussy as he stands between your spread legs, trying to still be closer to you than he already is.

You cross your ankles behind him, helping him in his endeavour, and you both gasp as he grinds against you. “Off, off, off,” you breathe, gesturing to both his sweatpants and your underwear. Chan smirks. “Who’s eager now?” he asks, nipping at your collarbone. You roll your eyes playfully. “Who has written a song about fucking me?” He seems to consider that for a second. “Fair point. Move your hips for me, will you, baby girl?”

You help him pull your panties off and take the liberty of pulling down his sweatpants and underwear in one go, letting his girthy cock spring free. Chan appreciates the view for a second, seeing as you’re only wearing stockings now. “You’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen,” he declares in a raspy voice, and it only adds to your need. You make to touch him, but Chan easily catches your wrist and pins it to the desk with his hand. You actually whine at that. “Please, don’t tease me,” you beg, wanting nothing more than to feel his length stretching you out deliciously.

Chan’s smile is wolfish. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get what you want.” And before you can protest any more, he lets go of your hand, pulls you to the edge of the desk and guides his cock into your pussy. Your gasps mix with his broken moans as he slowly pushes in. Chan pauses, but only for a moment – both of you are far too turned on to take this slow, and even though the height of the desk isn’t perfect, the newness of the location adds a level of spice to the encounter.

He starts thrusting into you, fast, hard, causing the desk to shake beneath you. You scramble to push the keyboard to the side, falling back onto your elbows as Chan’s punishing pace throws you off balance. You stare up at him: his hair sticking to his forehead, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on his neck, the muscles in his arms playing as he holds onto your hips with a ferocity that might result in bruises. You give yourself over to your sensations: the cold desk below you, the sound of skin slapping against skin, Chan’s steady groans at the pleasure you give him, his big cock positively railing your wet cunt.

You grab onto him, pulling yourself back up and clinging to his broad shoulders, wanting to be even closer to him, feel his breath on your skin. “You feel so good,” you moan into his neck, biting his shoulder lightly. His retaliation comes in form of a thrust so powerful that it punches a loud groan out of you.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so hot, making me take you in my studio,” he gasps as he pushes into you again and again, relentlessly. “You’ll sound so good on this song, and it’ll be our little secret, but at the same time everyone will know. Everyone will know that only I can fuck you so well, make you make the hottest little noises, make you fall apart on my cock.” He slips a hand between you and starts stroking you to make sure the falling apart can actually happen, but he knows your body well enough to have you panting and at the edge of your orgasm within minutes.

“You’re such a good girl, making the most beautiful noises. Tell me, baby, who’s making you feel good? Say it. I want to hear it.” Pushing against him, trying to get closer to the delicious friction, you gasp, “You, Chan, only you can make me feel like this!”

You can feel Chan’s concentration slipping, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but he seems determined to make you come first, so he redoubles his efforts stroking you, whispering dirty nothings into your ear, how you’re a good little slut for him, taking him so well, how you’re made for this, made for him, how no other pussy could ever feel this good.

“Come on, baby girl, be good and moan for me and Hyunjin.” For some reason, that and a well-timed thrust does it, and you come on Chan’s cock with a loud, drawn-out groan, your pussy spasming wildly around him so he follows you over the edge mere seconds later. He crushes his lips to yours once more, and you make out as he spills into you, and continue to do so as you both slowly come off your highs.

A few moments later, you break the kiss to lean against his shoulder, still enclosed in his embrace. “That was a really nice entrée,” you declare, and Chan chuckles. He is quiet for a few seconds. “Are we gonna pretend you didn’t come the second I mentioned Hyunjin’s name?” You know he is teasing you, so you decide to go along. “Well, maybe you should invite him over some time?” Slowly, gently, you push against him so can slide out of you. You can feel a dribble of come making its way out of you and onto Chan’s desk, but that looks like a him-problem.

Chan clutches his chest in mock-terror. “Am I not enough for you?” You shake your head. “Oh baby, you’re sometimes more than I can cope with,” you say, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you grab your underwear. “But in a good way. The best, really.” Chan slides an arm around you, stabilising you as you slip on your panties. “I’ll take it as a compliment, then.” He glances at the takeout bags. “Dinner?”

You nod. “Have you turned off the mic?” Your boyfriend turns around to check the equipment. He curses. “Oh naur, it seems like it was off the whole time!” He catches your eye as you slip on his t-shirt, and there is a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Guess we’ll have to do this again soon…”

[seawater-aurelia-writing]

The Break

Pairing(s): Fem!MC/Yuu/Reader x TBD

Summary: MC finally shuts down from all of her acts of helping with overblots and the countless favors/demands that are asked of her. When the Prefect of Ramshackle is the one who needs help, who steps forward?

WARNINGS

I am not the best at labeling warnings or triggers but I can say that this story is laden with neglect, self-neglect, anxiety, possible depression and attempts to justify the above. There could be more labels that I can add but i’m unsure how to word them - so please exercise caution.

Quick Note: The reader in this story is largely based upon Cinderella, for multiple reasons (#1 being that I want to and #2 being that I absolutely love Cinderella and think she’s amazingヾ(•ω•`)o ) . If that type of character behavior annoys or offends you, I recommend skipping this!

She should have seen it coming; The break. Her break.

Her sight blurred with tears, which spilled over her eyes  quickly as she laid upon the floor of the library – cold and alone. In front of her, just out of reach, laid her phone amidst the plentiful books which laid strewn chatoticly across the floor from her harsh tumble. Her phone vibrated constantly cause M/C o flinch as she imagined the messages that must be flying across her notifications; Her friends and upperclassmen asking for favors and why she hadn’t completed what they asked.

‘I need to… get up.’ She thought to herself, willing herself to move her arms but her body was more akin to cold, ancient steel, a machine that had been abandoned and forgotten throughout time; It felt nothing like how she was a month ago, a week ago, a few hours ago. ‘ I have.. so much left to do.’

As she tried to find the will to stand – M/C thought of how she ended up in this position; body battered and bruised after falling from the top of the ladder in the deserted corner of the library.

 She could barely life her feet as she made her way down the path, back towards Ramshackle Dorm. In her arms, Grim lay curled into her chest as he slept peacefully in her arms.

‘We both had a long day.’ MC mused to herself, gently pressing his closer as the cold, wintry wind blew harder. She recounted their day slowly, going over each task they had accomplished.

Crowley wished for them to wake up earlier to remove unwanted, viney weeds from around the campus gates, Sam’s Store, and the fencing around the Flying Course field in exchange he’d give them some aid to finally repair their roof. Unable to refuse such an offer, M/C awoke at 3 am to be able to accomplish all of the weeding.

However, Grim had not woken to any of her calls or he just ignored her, leaving M/C to venture into the darkened morning on her own to do the weeding.

After 2 hours, when she was finally able to head back to Ramshackle to freshen up before breakfast, she was stopped by Vil. The Pomefiore Dorm Head all but demanded her attention for an hour  in the afternoon, her lunch period specifically, to fetch him some arctic sea water from Azul.

Vil was supposedly unable to pick up the water himself as he had an impromptu photoshoot and Azul would only meet during lunchtime.

Despite the tone he used, M/C could sense that Vil was more antsy about missing his photoshoot -made more evident by the slight twitch at the mention of potentially missing the event. She agreed with a bright smile; choosing to ignore Vil’s comment about grass sticking to her and her ‘odor’ when she turned to leave.

Finally, she made it to Ramshackle and  rid herself of the stray remnants of debris before she freshened up. Grim, who finally awoke, all but rushed her from the home before she could rest – determined to beat Ace and Deuce to breakfast.

But as luck would have it, M/C could not make it to the Dining Hall before she was stopped by a rather, frazzled Ruggie, who all but shoved a bag of food onto her. He left rushed orders to take it to Leona as he was asked to help restock the lounge before classes. He ran off before she could refuse.

Grim happily skipped to the dining room, telling her not to waste time since he wasn’t going to save her any of the food. However, before she could rush off – Grim yelled back at her to pick up some tuna for him at Sam’s since she was going out of the main building anyway.

She only nodded, ignoring the hollowed feeling in her stomach and the way it rumbled in protest.

M/C remembers being stopped before she could reach Leona, the botanical garden just in sight. That view had been blocked by the ever-looming, Leech Twins. Floyd grinned down at her and plucked the sandwich from her hands.

“Ah! Koechi-chan is so sweet!~ She brought food for us, Jade” Floyd cheered, ignoring her protests and pleas for him to give her the food back.

“Indeed she did, Floyd.” Jade chuckled, doing nothing to stop his twin, who began to eat the food in front of M/C. “And by the way, Prefect. Vil told us that you would be the one picking up his items later today.”

“Y-yes that’s right. At lunch time.” She clarified, her voice softer as she deflated. In retrospect, she still didn’t know what she could have said to Floyd to make him stop. So many girls on Magicam were adamant about how they maintain dominance over their own friends to avoid being stepped on but they always sounded cruel; Giving instructions to ‘clapback’, to insult them,  to physically hurt them or poke at their insecurities to make them listen. She didn’t want to snap at the twins, not only would it not do her any good but angering them isn’t what she wanted.

“Azul needs to push that time to this evening, at dinner. Vil suddenly requested twice the amount and thus more payment is required.” M/C remembered the chill that ran down her spine as the Twins seemed to loom over her even more.

“P-Payment? But I don’t-“

“Rook is handling the payment but,in the even he doesn’t, please he prepared to pay any outstanding fees.”

The Twins ignored her pleas for clarification, with Floyd only turning around to demand that she be present for his basketball practice later today.

M/C recounted how, after that, her day became a blur with random intervals of clarity when another request or demand was made of her.

Ace and Deuce asking her to handle their chores in Heartslabyul of feeding the Hedgehogs and Flamingos while they went to mandatory study hall with Professor Trein.

Trey caught her and asked for her to pick up some cream from Sam’s shop for him. She also picked up the tuna that Grim had asked for and the only thing she could afford to eat to replace the breakfast that she missed – a discounted egg salad sandwich.

A sandwich she could only eat half of, as the other half was given to Silver, who had missed breakfast looking for Malleus. He had not asked anything of her, she remembered, but the way he looked at her was odd to say the least. He was adament on her sitting down and finishing her half of a sandwich before leaving  but the appearance of Ortho, who asked for her to run an errand for Idia, pulled her away.

Her classes came and went, leaving her feeling isolated as usual. Professor Crewel, never one to shy away from a ‘training’ opportunity, chided her for using an incorrect about of Phoeniz wings in her potion. He only became agitated when she proceeded to answer his questions about the potion, a simple draught, completely wrong. Grim was of no help as even he didn’t know the answers, nor did Ace or Deuce by what they had said but Ace and Grim took great joy in laughing at her misery.

Normally, it wouldn’t have affect her but today, it hurt.

But she smiled anyway.

Lunch time came and, again, she was stopped before she entered the dining hall. Sebek  demanded her help in finding Malleus, who was not present at lunch. Again, Grim deserted her as Sebek grabbed her and dragged her along beside him and Silver to find Malleus.

Again, Silver regarded her in an odd way but he said nothing out of the ordinary towards her.

They never did find Malleus and Sebek took too yelling at her for being unable to be of any use in finding him.

“..Sorry, Sebek. I’ll try harder next time.” Was all she could say, while Silver chided him on being too harsh.

As they made it back to the main building, it was time for classes; She had missed lunch as well.

 ‘Perhaps that’s why I was so dizzy.’ She thought to herself, managing to prop herself onto her elbows. The floor beneath her moved and rippled, similar to the waves in the great oceans back in her homeworld. ‘Correction, why I AM so dizzy…’

Her mind again wandered back to her day after lunch time; Where her day only worsened.

Without any proper food in her, there was no way that she could stay awake with Professor Trein’s class. Lucius quickly spotted her and alerted Trein, before Deuce could fully wake her up.

“Do you believe yourself too smart to pay attention within my class, Miss M/C.” He sneered, a glare firmly on his face as he gazed down at her.

“N-No, sir. I’m sorry, Professor! It wasn’t-“

“Silence.” His voice was firm as harsh, caushing her to flinch and shrink in her seat. “There will be no talking back to me of any kind. I had high expectations of you, Miss M/C and yet you have a complete lack of manners. As punishment, you will write me a paper explaining the important of Magical History, no less than 10 pages. If it is not on my desk first thing in the morning, then expect a harsher punishment. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” She mumbled, her head bowed in submission. M/C could remined the feeling of the heat behind her eyes; How hard it was to hold back tears in that moment.

She hadn’t expected kindness from Professor Trein but it seemed no one was recognizing that she was doing the absolute best that she could do with the circumstances that she was in.

She was blunt and sarcastic at times, yes, but she can’t think of anyone who can hold their tongue constantly. Yet when she seemed to speak, unless it was humorous in nature or her agreeing with those around her- she went unheard. But if she pressed and asked for help, who would drop their things to come to her aid?

Those thoughts plagued her for the rest of the day;

Even as Floyd threatened and scolded her for missing basketball practice, where she was supposed to stock the ice water and the cool towels for him,  even though Epel asked her to pick up some old weights from Ruggie.

Even when Ruggie scolded her for not delivering Leona’s sandwich, calling her a thief for eating the sandwich when she reassured him that she didn’t and that Floyd had taken it.

Even when Ace and Deuce whined and complained about letting them down for not feeding the animals properly, when she couldn’t do it properly as they never explained all of the rules to her.

Even when Azul asked, demanded, that she find a specific book for him within the dark recesses of the library before closing as Vil’s additional fee– the thoughts never left her.

In truth, she was merely an anomaly in this world; An irregularity that didn’t belong, didn’t have a place within this magic, twisted world that she found herself in. She was without even the most basic magic to help her through her day to day life as the other had. M/C didn’t know even the most basic of terms within classes that would help her – shown by her struggling grades and performance.

She wouldn’t last outside of NRC, even Crowley had alluded to that. She had no birth certificate, no I.D. on her person, and no family of which to speak of.

Who would risk their own education and future to help someone who wouldn’t be able to do anything on their own anyway?

Even Grim, the other half to her ‘whole student’ was beginning to separate from her as his magic was matured and refined.

But that was why she smiled, was it? She smiled because she liked being needed, feeling as if she had a place in a world where she had none. Even if it ended with her being overworked, sleep-deprived and feeling so hollow – she was needed. A little suffering was nothing.

If her friends would excel in the world around her, wouldn’t that be worth it all? They shouldn’t have to suffer and fail in their classes just because a useless anomaly couldn’t handle the most basic of things.

‘It’s fine.’ She thought to herself, finally pushing herself to her knees. She winced, her movements letting her know just how bad her fall had truly been; Her chest hurt and ached with every beat of her heart, her right leg, the one which hit the ground first, was pulsing and red hot and all over – it felt as if fire ants were stinging her.

“It’s..fine.” She mumbled to herself, reaching with shaking hands to begin the task of stacking the books that she knocked over.

“No, it is not.” Came a hardened voice from behind her.

M/C tensed, her eyes widening as she registered the voice as Professor Trein. As she straightened her back quickly, aiming to turn to look at her professor, the room began to spin once more. Sound all around her became muffled as it felt as though her entire was was submerged underwater.

 “ -s M/C. Are your manners that abhorrent that you cannot even turn to face when when I speak to y-.” Professor Trien fumed but his voice faded away despite how hard she attempted to focus on it.

“P-Professor…” She whimpered, curling into herself to try to stop the sensations around her; But they never ceased, even as she felt something wet run down her face - a pain beginning to bloom upon her head as she focused on the wet feeling.

And it all went dark.

[themonotonysyndrome]

Aite. Woke up in a... smutty mood so you know what time it is. So here's a little something-something for Lovely/Vincent.

Also, big shout for the hornii channel in the REDACTED bestie channel. Maple and Alphie, you guys have unleashed me.

As usual, minors please DNI:

Becoming a Vampire is not for everyone. Adjusting into a new, magical life is one thing but coming to terms that you're barely human is another. And most often than not, the Turnings are traumatic.

For most Vampires, dying is the catalyst and Lovely is no different.

As their Maker and boyfriend, it's Vincent's honour and responsibility to help them adapt to their new, nocturnal life. Therapy helps and a conversation with William about how the Clan is ready to help them both in any way makes the healing process a bit more bearable.

As long as they're together, Vincent and Lovely can move on from the Inversion.

"Hey, Lovely," Vincent greets them as soon as they step into the living room. William called them up for something and Lovely went to their bedroom for some privacy. Not that it means much considering they're both Vampires but some semblance of normality hurts no one.

Lovely flickers a smile when Vincent eagerly pats his lap. Once they made themselves comfortable on his lap and eye-to-eye, Vincent gently kiss the tip of their nose.

"So how was Will?"

"He was wondering if we would like to have dinner with him this weekend. He just wants to catch up."

"A dinner with William usually means sitting down in one of those fancy restaurants at the wealthy side of Dahlia. Are you OK with it?"

"Do you think I'm ready to go outside?"

"Sure! As a Newborn, you've got good control over your bloodlust already. It shows that you excel in whatever you put your mind to, Lovely."

"Ever the smooth talker, Vince."

"Hey, credits are where credits are due and all that. Speaking of bloodlust, are you hungry?"

"I... could use a bite. I think we still got some blood bags in the fridge."

"I have a better idea."

Vincent grins and nicks his neck using his nails. The moment the scent of his blood hits their nose, Lovely's eyes blow wide. They lick their lips, savouring the temptation for both of their sake. "You're not playing fair, Vincent..."

"Why should I when my Lovely deserve nothing but the best." And with that, Vincent gently cards his fingers through Lovely's hair before pushing their head towards his neck. Where mouth meets skin.

Lovely surrender themselves and dart their tongue, slowly licking him. Savouring the taste that's purely Vincent while his body tense with pleasure and excitement. He moans when Lovely sinks their fangs in and drinks. Heat running through both of them now.

Vincent wasted no time. As soon as Lovely wrapped their arms around his shoulders in hopes to melt their body with his, Vincent push his hand into their loose shorts to palmed his Lovely between their legs. Groaning how hot they are and how his erection is about to burst through his trousers.

Lovely is so sweet and soft against his body as he begins rubbing them in earnest. "Spread your legs a bit more... yes, that's it, Lovely," Vincent murmurs. "Just like that... let me make you feel good." They whimper as he leans down to nibble their clothed nipple and that was enough to send his perfect lover over the edge.

"Vincent!"

The scent of cum and blood cast a spell on the couple. When Lovely detach their cute fangs from Vincent's neck, their blissed-out expression made Vincent crazy with desire. He kneads their ass and Lovely gasp when he smacks the warm flesh.

It takes a while for Lovely to get a hold of themselves but once they do, a wicked smile is on their face and it took Vincent's breath away. "Daddy always takes good care of me," They purr and Vincent's fangs ache with want. "So it's only right for me to take of you Daddy~"

Before Vincent could react, they easily slide off his lap to kneel on the floor. They then slowly ease open his knees and unfasten his pants, licking their lips as his cock springs free. Vincent shudders when they stroke him once and then feel their breath. Lovely purrs when they see their name tattooed just above his cock. They then moist their fangs, lean forward and -

Vincent tips his head to moan. Helpless and wreck with pleasure as Lovely drinks their fill. He can't help it, he cups their face and watches their mouth work on his dick. "Fuck! Lovely! No... idea - easy baby, easy! - always this good -" He gasps when Lovely caress his balls. Vincent isn't sure if he's going to cum instantly or pass out. Nothing exists except for Lovely and how their suckling becomes greedy and needy.

It isn't long until Vincent's eyes roll back in his head and he cums. Hard and painted his Lovely's face white. They giggle when Vincent hurry to hoist them back up on his lap and lick it clean.

It's going to be a good night.

[sserpente]

A/N: That Hyundai ad hit different. *chuckles*

Words: 3097 Warnings: kidnapping, hostage

New York smelled pretty bad, come to think of it. You had almost forgotten the hustle and bustle of this huge city that never slept and if there was one thing you had not been missing at all after spending a few months in Morocco for work, it was the constant traffic jams.

It was hot, unbearably so. You’d been a sweating mess ever since your cab driver had picked you up at the airport and the fact that the air conditioning in the cab was broken didn’t exactly help with that. Your thighs stuck to the leather of the backseat, your forehead glistening and your make-up… well, it used to be make-up.

The cab driver seemed nice, at least and since the long snake made entirely of cars had not moved for at least an hour now, he had offered to park on the side of the road and get you both a bottle of water. Ironically, you were only a few yards away from Stark Tower.

Perhaps you shouldn’t complain about the traffic jam. Half of the city was a mess after the atrocious battle you had been fortunate enough only to have witnessed on the news on the plane. You could only hope that your tiny studio flat was still intact and quite frankly, it was short of a miracle that a cab service had actually agreed on picking you up so shortly after an almost-war—not to mention that the plane had actually landed.

You sighed, brushing a strand of hair sticking to your cheek out of your face. You were unbelievably tired—even more so knowing that you had dodged a catastrophe that would go down in history all thanks to work. Your eyes fell shut and you leaned against the car window when suddenly, the driver’s door was all but yanked open and someone who certainly did not resemble your cab driver, started the car and clutched at the steering wheel as if his life depended on it.

Your lips parted. Shackles and a muzzle, along with a blue glowing cube landed on the passenger seat with a loud clatter, followed by an annoyed groan. It was him. The man who had attempted to take over the entire planet only moments ago, he was here in this car and he was currently kidnapping you with it.

A scream escaped your lips, a mixture of shock and fear spreading in your body and fuelling the rising amount of adrenaline. It was only then the God of Mischief glanced at the rear-view mirror and spotted you there panicking—but by then, he had already stirred the car back on the road, straight towards the traffic jam.

“You… you are… Let me out! Let me out at once!” You screeched, the heat around you—along with your miserable appearance—all but forgotten. Loki rolled his eyes. Great. Another mortal.

“I am not stopping this car,” was all he said. Your eyes widened in utter shock.

“Then don’t! Fuck!” Danger was radiating off of this man like heat from an active volcano; so if necessary, you would jump out of the moving car as well. Biting your lower lip and wondering if you should go through with this risky stunt at the speed he was going, the wheels squeaking over the asphalt with every abrupt turn he took, or if that would be a suicide mission. It was probably the latter, and when you reached for the handle of the back door, it took the God of Mischief only a mere second to lock it, trapping you inside.

“Let me out! Let me out!”

“You’ll kill yourself.” Loki spat. You did not miss the patronising tone in his voice—stupid. He believed you stupid.

“And if I stay in here with you I won’t?” You retorted hysterically. And it was justified, really—for when your gaze drifted back to the road ahead of you, you could see him racing straight towards a long line of cars waiting for the traffic to clear up.

“Watch out! The other cars, watch out! Oh my God…” You screamed, squeezing your eyes shut and covering your face with your arms but the imminent crash never came. When you opened your eyes again, Loki had all but moved through the other cars as if by magic. God, what was this, Harry Potter?

With your heart in your mouth, you brought your trembling hands to your thighs and pressed down on them in a desperate attempt to fight off the panic attack rising within you like the forthcoming eruption of a volcano.

But even when you reached the suburbs, ironically moved closer to your home, and the car finally slowed down to a reasonable speed, making you wonder how a god from another realm knew how to drive a car in the first place, your dread kept growing steadily. What would happen once Loki decided he had reached his destination? What would he do with you? Would you end up as another casualty? You’d know where he was, after all, and only God knew how he had managed to escape after the Avengers reported his capture—not to mention that he was in the possession of that mysterious blue cube you were certain bore even more chaos and destruction in the wrong hands.

“I take it this vehicle is supposed to be a means of transport in exchange for payment?” He suddenly said.

“What?” You gaped at him, swallowing. “Yes! I mean, yes, it’s a taxi. That’s… I was…”

“Where do you live?”

“Excuse me? What, are you going to drop me off and expect me to tip you?”

Loki smirked. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why but he did like your feistiness. “I need a place to hide.”

“What… no! No! I am not giving shelter to a criminal!” You snarled, swallowing your fear of him—and then you made the mistake of peeking at the navigation system the taxi driver had set up next to the steering wheel, with your address on bright display to show Loki exactly where he’d have to go.

The God of Mischief tilted his head. “You don’t have much choice in the matter, my dear.”

You took a deep shaky breath, digging your nails into the backseat. If your lower lip was trembling, you didn’t notice. “P-please… please just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone where you are or where you went. Please.”

“I am not going to kill you if that is what you are worried about.” He replied after a long pause. When you said nothing, too stunned and scared to come up with another snarky comment, silence spread in the car like wildfire.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you closed your eyes, hoping that this was a bad joke, a terrible nightmare and any moment now, you would wake up safely on the plane, yet to land in half-destroyed New York City—but the end of slumber never came. You were wide awake; even more so when, after what felt like hours, Loki finally stopped the car. Of course, you had not noticed him observing you repeatedly through the rear-view mirror, almost as if to check if you were still alive.

Your eyes met and then, finally, he unlocked the doors. Only now, you did not move an inch. You had no idea what to expect if you stepped out of this car.

Naturally, Loki disagreed with your cautious decision. He yanked the car door open when he saw you frozen in place, grabbing your upper arm so fast you didn’t even have a chance to react, and all of a sudden, seeing the entrance door of the apartment building you lived in did not at all look as appealing as it had at the airport anymore.

His grip around your arm was firm but when you whined in pain, the God of Mischief actually softened it—if only a little, barely noticeable.

“Unlock the door, my dear, will you?” He inquired, smiling sweetly at you. Right beneath the surface, you could hear that there would be dire consequences if you failed to comply.

Surely at this point, he could hear your rapid heartbeat. Shaking, you fumbled for the keys in your bag until they were jingling in your palms all the while Loki watched you like a hawk. You had dismissed calling the police on your phone in the car already—for now.

Fuck, you had been kidnapped. You were about to be held hostage in your own flat, or… or… was he just going to enter and kick you out? Had he been lying about not killing you? Would he fling a dagger at you any moment now like you had seen him do on TV?

Loki followed you when you approached the door and unlocked it clumsily. One floor up and to the left. For just a brief moment, you wondered what would happen if you started screaming bloody murder, alerting your neighbours but even when you opened your mouth to attempt it, not a single sound would escape your lips.

Even a little further out and farther away from the centre of New York City, rent prices were horrendous. Your salary was not bad but your apartment was no more than a small studio equipped with a humble kitchen, a separate bathroom with a tiny shower and lastly, your double bed in the centre of the room, posing as your sofa during the day.

Loki looked around unimpressed when he entered. “Well… it will do.”

“N-now what?” You choked out.

Loki raised his eyebrows, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Pretend I’m not even here.”

Right—because that was going to be so easy. He sighed and rolled his eyes when you only stared at him in horror.

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

“W-would you? You tried to subjugate our planet like ten minutes ago!”

“And for good reason too. This realm is lawless, your people slaughter each other day in and out and you feel threatened by me? I would have given you a new purpose.”

He had a point… but… “And what is that so-called purpose? Slavery?” Loki’s expression darkened, making you flinch back.

“S-sorry… I’ll… I’ll be i-in the bathroom taking a shower. Please just… I mean… whatever.” Would he stop you? Hesitating, you made your way to the bathroom, waiting for him to yank you back, press you against the wall and threaten you? Threaten you with what, exactly? Could you trust that he wouldn’t kill you? Loki felt like a ticking time bomb in your flat.

But a painful yank never came and when you locked the bathroom door behind you, you exhaled. Inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled, trying to process the fact you had a war criminal in your home.

Once you had gathered enough energy to do what you had come to the bathroom for and, an hour later, returned to the main room, Loki was sitting on your bed cross-legged, the Tesseract right before him, glowing away.

“I roamed your ‘kitchen’”, he said without glancing up to meet your eyes, “Do you have anything edible at all?”

“I was away for a whole month.” You argued. “I haven’t done any shopping yet because I was kidnapped by a space Viking.”

Loki smirked. Amused, he finally looked up. “Well, perhaps I should take you back to Asgard with me then. I could use a diligent little servant.”

Your reaction did not disappoint him. Chuckling to himself, he slid off the bed more elegantly than you could ever muster, the Tesseract disappearing into nothingness.

“What I am trying to say is that even gods need to eat and I am, quite frankly, starving.”

“That sounds like a you-problem.” You grumbled. And then, as if on cue, your stomach growled. Damn it.

“Fine. I’ll order some pizza.”

-

Loki had all but watched you like a hawk upon calling the local pizza place. Everything inside of you had screamed to let them know about your predicament, to beg them to call the police and send them to you instead of the pizza.

But as soon as the food was delivered, the mood in your apartment changed so rapidly it left you wondering if the only reason for Loki’s world domination attempt had been his hunger. The man devoured a family-sized pizza in but what felt like two minutes and, upon realising you were done with yours, leaving three pieces in the box, he devoured those as well. And never before had you seen someone eat pizza so gracefully.

It didn’t exactly make it feel like you had been kidnapped anymore. Perhaps… perhaps he hadn’t been lying about not wanting to kill you after all. Perhaps he wasn’t as evil as you… no, stop. He had literally just tried to take over the planet!

“What are you pondering on, little mortal?”

You shivered, the nickname affecting you in a way it truly shouldn’t, especially after he had lost his armour and magically exchanged it for more casual clothes—they still looked like they were from a different time period altogether but it wasn’t nearly as intimidating as before.

“W-why did you really do it?” You found yourself asking. It was a risk—but you were feeling braver now that your stomach was full even though part of you was surprised you had managed to eat at all.

“What?”

“Why did you really try to take over the planet? Did you… do you really want to enslave us all?”

“A lack of freedom does not equal slavery. It offers protection from failure and bad choices.” He said. You frowned.

“You truly believe that?”

“You fight wars over opinions, religions and race among your own species. Your choices are suffocating the whole of Midgard. I would have changed that.”

“You can’t be serious.”

You looked down, reaching for the sweet treat that had come with your pizza to stop your fingers from trembling.

“What is that?”

“Oh, uh… those are marshmallows. This pizza place always packs them with your order, don’t ask me why.”

“What’s that?” He repeated, frowning at the plastic wrapper.

“It’s candy…”

“Well, it doesn’t look very natural.”

Woah. How had this conversation just gone from “humans should not have freedom of choice” to “marshmallows look unhealthy”?

“They’re… I mean they’re not. They’re made of pure sugar and artificial flavouring.”

“Then why do you eat them?”

“Because… because they taste good?”

Loki gave you a taunting look. See? It said. This is what I meant.

But when you opened the package and handed it to him, he took one out nonetheless. It looked tiny between his long fingers—as tiny as you must have looked next to him.

You gulped when it disappeared between his lips. When you reached out to take the package back, he snatched it away from you.

“They are quite delicious, actually.” Your jaw dropped when he popped them all into his mouth at once, winking at you. Not quite sure how to react to this, you averted your gaze, taking a feigned interest in your digital alarm clock on the nightstand instead.

It was only 5 PM but you were positively ready to pass out. Where would you even sleep tonight? Where would he sleep? Would he even sleep?

“You are tired.” He suddenly stated as if on cue. He couldn’t read your mind… right? He did have that weird cube of his, after all.

“Well, yeah… I got kidnapped, experienced a live remake of ‘Fast and Furious’ and I have a criminal in my flat.”

“I only understood half of what you just said but I can ensure you that I will not harm you when you sleep.” There it was again, that frown that almost made it look like he was offended. As if the very circumstance of him hurting an innocent for no reason other than malice insulted him.

“So by all means, retire to bed.” He went on, gesturing to the bed and eventually, standing up to make space for you. The pizza boxes disappeared in but a green shimmer of light and you watched Loki, albeit still suspicious, heading over to the small kitchen table. To be quite frank, it was the last thing you remembered.

-

Loki was gone, no trace of him left. It was as if he had never even been here. It was already past noon—the exhaustion from your flight as well as the racy car drive and last but not least, your shining time as a hostage had worn you out to the point you didn’t even remember falling asleep anymore.

You only realised now that it was your doorbell that had woken you up. Jumping out of bed and moaning when your vision turned black for a moment, you headed over to your speaker and pressed the button. Perhaps it was Loki. Perhaps he had locked himself out but then again… would he not be able to magic himself back in? Why had he insisted on you unlocking the door yesterday in the first place? You shook your head.

“Hello?”

“Hi. This is Henry, I’ve got your delivery.” A boyish voice responded.

“W-what delivery? I didn’t order anything.”

“You did, ma’am, would you come open the door, please?”

You sighed. “Fine, I’ll be down in a second.”

You had fallen asleep in your clothes from last night, so one quick glance in the mirror was all you had before you headed back down and opened the main entrance door.

The delivery boy was holding both your suitcase and a jumbo-size package of marshmallows in his hands. Big marshmallows—the bonfire kind, to be precise.

“Who…” But you knew. You knew the moment you made the connection and knew the moment you looked straight into Henry’s eyes and noticed them glowing unnaturally blue when he handed the items to you.

It had not been a dream then. Loki had really been here. You had been eating pizza with the God of Mischief and now… the gesture was almost sweet. Was that his way of saying thank you? For what? You hadn’t exactly done much except for trembling in fear.

“He instructed me to tell you that you will meet again soon.” Henry announced and then, before you even had a chance to respond, he turned on his heel, hopped back into the delivery van parked in front of the building and left. You only realised now that the Hyundai taxi was gone too.

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

Empty Mugs and Unexpected Hugs (H.O) 🔥

Word count: 3.3K

Enemies to lovers

(HarrisonOsterfeildxReader)

Warnings: Smut (fingering, unprotected sex *Wrap it up*) cussing, that’s probably it..

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With Tom came Harrison, you knew that. What you didn't know was when you had agreed to a roommate situation with Tom, you were also agreeing to one with Haz. “Tom, you said ‘would you like to live with me.’ not ‘me and Haz’” you told him as you stared at the blonde boy who was carrying box after box. He opted to do this shirtless, despite the cold London breeze. A sheen layer of sweat glistened on his overly defined chest, and you hated the way you longed to reach out and touch him.

“I figured you just knew?” Tom said coyly rubbing the back of his neck as he saw the way you stared down his best friend. He wasn't blind, he knew the hatred you supposedly had towards Haz was something with much deeper roots, but anytime he tried to figure it out, you would deflect and change the subject.

“I'm not doing either of your dishes,” you said loudly enough to catch Harrison's attention.

“Wouldn't expect you to, princess,” he winked at you. With a loud groan, and a dramatic flip of your hair, you proceed to your empty room to unpack your things.

Living with Tom and Harrison was way more entertaining than you had ever thought possible. Most nights were spent at the dining room table with one to many empty beer bottles laid out in front of you, while you laughed and joked about things that were probably not funny. Of course there were also the quiet days when Tom was away filming with Haz in tow, and on those days you would usually have the company of one or both of the twins.

“You should just admit you love him,” Sam said suddenly while you were taking a sip of your beer, causing you to spit your drink all over the table.

“Sammy!” You cried out the sting of beer in your nostrils. “I do not,”

“Y/N, It's written all over your face,” Harry argued. They were supposed to be on your side, you had been friends with the twins for years, the only reason you even knew Tom, was because of Sam and Harry..

“I do not love Harrison,” You told them, but even you were unconvinced by your own words.

It was late when you heard the front door to the flat open. The twins had left a few hours prior, Tom was in the states, and Harrison was with him, so who was coming into the apartment?

You were in just a shirt, an old one of Harrison's you had taken a while back, and a pair of cheeky underwear. Tip toeing to your bedroom door and grabbing a golf club from your bag, you proceeded to sneak down the hallway to the large living area where the front door was. Your heart was pounding with the thought of having to defend the place against an intruder, in just your underwear nonetheless. You saw a shadow, next to the couch, and raised the club ready to attack. As soon as you went for it, the lamp flicked on and Harrison saw you charging towards him with a golf club. Luckily he had fast reflexes, catching the club in one hand and your quickly moving body in the other. “Christ Y/N. What are you doing?” he asked, holding your body close to his. You felt your muscles relax into him, thankful he was in fact not an intruder, and you wouldn't have to explain why there was an intruder beaten and bloody by your hand to the authorities.

“I thought you were a robber,” You admitted coyly, stepping back a bit to look at him. His piercing blue eyes looked deep into yours, a small smile on his lips as his eyes trailed down your overly exposed body.

“So you would charge at an intruder with a bright pink putter, in just your underwear?” he asked you. “Also is that my shirt?” you could feel your cheeks heat up. You pushed away from his body with a scoff and turned to go back to your room, already done with him, but his hand caught your wrist, pulling your body back into his arms. His grip was tight as he held your body close to his. Something was off. Something was wrong. This was abnormal, Haz without Tom, and showing you any sort of affection.

“Hazzy, why are you home?” You asked, finally wrapping your arms around his waist, accepting the unexpected hug that you usually would not share with Him.

“Family stuff, I've been back for a few days. Just been with my mom,” He said, still holding you. You instinctively hug him tighter, getting the feeling that something bad had happened.

“You okay?” You asked him quietly. To which he just hummed into your head, still holding you.

“Better now,” He whispers. You're so confused, and exposed. You hear the twins' voices in the back of your head. ‘Just admit it, you love him.’ Was that what you had been feeling for months on end? Is that the feeling you were feeling now, making your stomach turn? “I missed you,” He whispers and you swear you could feel him press a kiss against the top of your head. It's too much, so suddenly.

“I need to..” you push your body away, scrambling to find any words to get you away, your mind is clouded by thoughts and feelings. “Pants,” You finally let out, leaving Harrison in the living room, stunned at how flustered you had become in the matter of a millisecond.

As soon as you're back in your room, you let out a groan, you're so confused. He missed you? You? y/n? Why would he miss you? All the two of you did was bicker, bicker and flirt. Flirt. Because you did in fact have feelings for Harrison. Feelings that were not not supposed to be had towards him..

“Y/N? Can I come in?” you haven't even put on pants yet when his voice calls to you through the closed door.

“Sure,” You call out to him, desperately searching your floor for the discarded sweats you had had on a few hours before. Nowhere, great. He cleared his throat from behind you, while you were bent over, ass on full display. Fully aware now, of how exposed you are you decide to just crawl under your blanket on your bed.

“Did I do something?” He asked, concern plastered all over his face.

“What? No, why would you think-”

“You just ran from me, like literally ran, after trying to attack me with a golf club,” He points out, making you cringe.

“I- Uh, yeah. I'm sorry about nearly attacking you,” You mumble, a little more embarrassed than you'd like to admit.

“So why'd you run away?” he pondered, watching you closely as you struggled to find your words. Unbeknownst to you Harrison was also having an internal crisis. You were Y/N. Someone Tom considered a little sister, Harry and Sam's best friend, but he couldn't help the way that you made him smile every time you couldn't open a jar, and would defeatedly ask him for help after way too long of attempting it yourself. Or the way you would curse at the line of dirt that you could never seem to sweep into the dustpan. The way you would always make a cup of tea before finishing the last, leaving so many mugs with a single drink all over the place, something that would drive any other person crazy, but he just found it endearing, and was sure if it ever stopped, he would miss it.

“You said you missed me,” You finally managed to say, making a smile spread over Harrison's lips. He took a chance, stepping into your room, towards where you were sitting on the bed, and when you didn't object, he crossed the empty space sitting right next to you.

“I did miss you,” He said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently.

“We fight, and argue,” You started, obviously ready to explain all the reasons he shouldn't have missed you.

“And we flirt, and share memories, and glances. You drive me nuts y/n. But the second I step out that door, I miss it all. The obnoxious quirks, the way you can't pronounce some things correctly, no matter how often I correct you. I miss hearing you call out goodnight to me in the nighttime, and how you always wish me to have sweet dreams. I don't know when, or why it happened, but yeah. When I'm gone I miss you,” you feel a tear escape your eye at his confession, not sure exactly what to say or think for that matter. His finger caresses your cheek wiping the tear from your face.

“Haz?” You whisper.

“Yes?” He asks, full attention turned to you.

“I miss you when you're gone too,” You finally admit, a weight lifting from your chest. He's thankful to know his feelings aren't completely one sided. Your admission of missing him is at least enough to confirm that you don't actually hate him. “Can I be honest?” You ask, catching even yourself off guard.

“Please,” He says, waiting for you to say whatever you had to say.

“I- '' You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for rejection and embarrassment, but if you wait much longer, you'll never say what you have to. “I get so irritated with you, because everything you do just draws me in. I can't not stare, or listen. It drives me nuts, to be so flustered by everything that you do, and it's the simple things Haz, the way you insist on sitting on the left side of the couch, or how you always make sure I've eaten after a long day. The way you constantly clean up my mugs that I leave everywhere, and you have never once said a thing about them, even if you have had every right to,” you don't even want to look at him, afraid he will be appalled, but you have to say it. “I’m pretty sure I've managed to fall in love with you, while trying desperately to hate you,” you whisper.

That's enough of a confirmation for Harrison, that you're on the same page. With his hand gently on your face, pulling your chin up towards him, he leans in, pressing his lips ever so gently against yours. And the electricity that you both feel from the slightest touch? Fucking magic.

“I tried so hard not to love you,” He whispers. You look up at him through your lashes, his eyes gazing directly into yours, and it's like you're looking at the sky on a clear summer day. “And dear God did I fail,” he whispers, making you melt. He leans back down, this time kissing you with something so much more. It's meaningful, it's beautiful, it's everything you have wanted without realizing it. Your hands are against his chest, feeling each thud of his heart, while his are cupping your face. He kisses you like his life depends on it, and in that moment it surely feels like it does. He deepens the kiss, his tongue making its appearance in your mouth. It's everything and more. You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to extend this moment forever, and his slip down to your waist, pulling you closer. He pulls away, and a soft whine escapes your lips.

“Tell me to stop,” He whispers, as he caresses your cheek. Eyes searching your face, making sure he's not crossing a line. You lean into his hand, closing your eyes and letting a soft humm leave your lips. With no objection from you, he reconnects your lips for a third time tonight. This time it's hot, so so hot. You can feel the ache forming in your stomach as his lips move from yours to your neck. You need him, you have to have him, just a little taste and you realize you have been starving. With a swift motion you're straddling him now, leaning down into him instead of leaning up, giving him so much more access to your neck and jaw, and then he remembers an unanswered question from before.

“This is my shirt,” He says, this time it's not a question, just a statement.

“Yeah,” You giggle. His eyebrows raise a bit as he remembers all the shirts that have seemingly disappeared over the last few months.

“Do you have others?” He asks. You feel like you have been caught red handed, nowhere to go or hide.

“I- Yes,” You admit. “I like to sleep in them,”

“In just your underwear?” He asks, to which you shyly nod. He throws his head back and lets out a dramatic sigh. He's done for, “That is so fucking hot,” he mutters before leaning back in taking your bottom lip between his and sucking it slightly. He feels his pants tighten as your hips grind into him instinctively, and you're so wet and warm he can practically feel it through his jeans.

“Hazzy,” you moan as he pushes you down onto him, providing a friction you desperately need, even though it's not what you want.

“What is it?” He asks you, as he does it a second time. Your head falls down onto his shoulder, and you don't know if you can even express what it is you want.

“Can you..” You trail off.

“Can i?” he asks, needing to hear you say it out loud.

“Touch me?” The words are like music to his ears, flipping you onto your back as he slips his hand between your bodies, running his fingers along the damp fabric of your ruined panties. The fact that you're this wet from just kissing is driving him crazy. He slips his hand into your panties, finally sliding his long digits along your slit. One thing about Harrison that drove you absolutely crazy was his hands, because dear god were they perfect, his long fingers and veiny tops, you'd be lying if you said you had never gotten off imagining his fingers in the place of yours, and now, actually having the real thing, you felt like you were flying.

As he slid his finger inside you, you let out a gasp, his being so much bigger than your own, and it being way too long since you had been with anyone.

“Say the word and I'll stop,” He says, as he looks at your face twisted in pleasure, but he can't tell that it's not pain, he's never seen you like this before. This is a whole new territory.

“Please.. Please don't,” You nearly beg as your hips buck against his hand. The smirk that replaces the concern on his face is unbelievably hot, his pupils are blown with lust and you're sure yours are as well. He thrusts his one finger in and out grazing against your spot each and every time, his palm rubbing your clit as he does so. You're going to lose it, this is so much better than you could have ever imagined. He pulls his finger out, causing a whine from you, which quickly turns to a gasp as he replaces it with two. If you're falling apart to his fingers you're not sure how you'll be able to handle his cock.

“Hazzy,” You moan out, right on the brink of losing it.

“Come on my fingers princess,” He coos, and that is precisely what you do, your whole body shakes in pleasure, and your toes curl, and he keeps going, as your walls squeeze tightly around his fingers.

Once your legs finally stop shaking he pulls his hand away, and although that was probably the most powerful orgasm you had ever had, it is not nearly enough. “Haz.” You say quietly as he peppers kisses on your neck.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Need more, need you,” you say, and his head peaks up, a smile on his face, a bit in excitement, a bit in surprise.

“You sure?” he asks, to which you respond by kissing him, you nibble at his bottom lip, and he lets out a moan. You reach down unbuttoning his jeans and sliding his zipper down, and he assists you in pulling them down. You can clearly see his length through his boxers, his cock, rock hard and leaking on to his boxers, it's flattering. You let your fingers trail his length and you can feel his eyes on your hand, and you're not sure if he's worried, nervous, or excited. You slide his boxers down and his cock springs free, and you can see the violent red hue of the tip, he's begging to be touched and he hasn't even said a thing. You wrap your hand around him and he lets out a gasp at the sudden contact, you stroke your hand up and down a few times before, he pushes you back onto the bed and climbs over you. He slides his fingers in the hem of your panties and slowly drags them down your legs, before dropping them to the floor, and then takes his time lifting his shirt over his head, exposing his chest, you follow suit, and throw the shirt you had on to the ground. You're both completely naked now, no turning back, you've made it this far already.

"Y/n, baby we don't have to," he whispers against your ear.

"Hazzy, stop worrying and fuck me please," you nearly beg as you pull his lips to yours in a desperately hungry kiss.

"Christ," he mutters as he lines himself at your entrance, pushing into you at a slow, agonizing speed. Of course he's only doing this to make sure you're ok, his fingers seemed like so much to your tight pussy he's worried he's going to hurt you. But the way you moan out his name gives him full confidence that you in fact are fine. Once he's fully sure you're fine to take him, he speeds up his thrusts, finding a place that is perfect for the both of you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into you. You're not sure you're going to last long.

"Not gonna last," you moan into his lips.

"S'okay, me either," he says back. He slips his hand down, rubbing your clit strategically. You let out another loud moan before his name leaves your lips, repeatedly as you convulse around his cock, and it's only one more thrust before he completely empties himself into you.

It's a few quiet moments of your bodies laying flush against each other, enjoying the afterglow of sex. "I'm gonna clean you up," he whispers in your ear before pushing himself up and off of you. He disappears from the room for what feels like an eternity, but is back within a minute with a warm rag and a glass of water, and he then cleans you up, being gentle with how sensitive you now are.

Your eyes get heavy after everything is said and done, and you're worried he's going to disappear from your room, but he lays next to you instead. Pulling you into his arms.

"Hazzy?" You whisper after a few minutes.

"Hmm?"

"Is everything ok with your family?" You ask, getting worried this may have been a lapse in judgement on his part because of heightened emotions.

"Yes. Char decided to give us a scare and disappear for a weekend, so I came back to try and keep my mom from murdering her," he admitted with a chuckle.

"Oh," you giggled.

"Y/n?" He whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I meant it. I missed you," he says, pressing a kiss atop of your head. You smile before falling asleep in his arms. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it would be forever. All you knew was it felt right.

[ginemrys]

a bedsharing fic!! <3

i had some fun with this one!!! thank you for sending in the prompt @sunshine-marauders <3

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“Lily, it’s okay, we’ll grab a room in a hotel, it’s not the end of the world.” James said as the two of them stood staring up at the boards in the centre of Euston station, tears in Lily’s eyes as she read the bright orange “CANCELLED” sign beside their train, the last train of the night that would get them home.

It had been a wonderful night of visiting the theatre with one of her best friends, getting lost in a musical for a few hours. The two of them had been singing songs from the show to each other on the tube on the way back to their station, not caring as they got weird stares from other passengers on the Northern line whilst they sang a beautiful rendition of All I Ask Of You. And sure, Lily had felt her heart beat a little faster when they reached the point of the song where Christine and Raoul kiss as she looked into James’ eyes, but that didn’t mean she liked him. It just meant that she understood the character, right?

But their sing-along had come at a price. They’d missed their stop. And the next after that. Then the next. It wasn’t until the last passenger left besides them on the train got off at Golders Green that they’d realised their mistake. And then they’d had to run and get the tube back to Euston, only to just miss one. A three minute wait later and they were finally heading back to Euston, getting off to discover that the last train to Northampton was cancelled. And they were stranded in London.

Lily was wiping furiously at her eyes. They’d stopped for a drink in a bar after the show, assuming that they’d have enough time. So the alcohol in her system heightened her emotions, resulting in the water works. James was scrolling through his phone, looking for the closest hotel.

“There’s a Travelodge or a Premier Inn, they’re fairly close. Everything else is ridiculously expensive.” James said, glancing up at her. “Which would you prefer?”

“Premier Inn, duh.” Lily said, pushing her hair out of her face. “Are you sure we can’t get a taxi?”

“From Euston to Leighton Buzzard?” James shook his head. “It’ll be cheaper to spend the night. Come on, it won’t be that bad. It’s just a short walk and then we can grab some breakfast in the morning before heading home.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “What do you say?”

“Fine,” Lily shoved his side playfully, but leaned into his hold after. “But you’re buying breakfast, you’re the one who suggested drinks.”

“Deal.” James chuckled before ducking to kiss the top of her head. “Come on, let’s go. It’s late and we’re both shattered.”

And so they made their way out of the station, following Google Maps to the closest Premier Inn. It was dead quiet inside, just one sleepy receptionist behind the desk barely able to hold her head up.

“Hi, how can I help?” She asked in a monotone voice, having just blinked at the two of them a few times as if she was trying to figure out if they were real or just her imagination.

“Hey, we missed the last train home. Do you have any rooms for tonight?” James asked, running his hand through his hair. Lily watched his movements, eyes following the motion of his fingers brushing through the messy black curls. She wanted to do that, run her hands through his hair. Chill out, Lily. She mentally berated herself, barely hearing the conversation beside her as she tried to sort out whatever the hell was going on with her hormones at that moment.

“Lily?”

“What?”

“Are you good with sharing a bed? There’s only doubles left.”

Holy shit. The thought of sharing a bed with James both thrilled and terrified her. Would she be able to control herself around him? The not crush but definitely a crush that she’d been harbouring for him for the last few months might rear its ugly head and make her do something stupid. But then again, she really didn’t want to have to walk all the way to the Travelodge and have the exact same option, or no room at all.

So she nodded, blushing when James grinned and turned back to the receptionist, passing over his card. Lily tried to protest but he insisted that she could just send him half the money later to save time. Then before she knew it she was joining him in the lift, heading up to the fifth floor. Of course James had had the foresight to ask for some toothbrushes and toothpaste, Lily was far too occupied to even consider such a thing.

Lily decided that she was going to hum to herself the overture to Phantom of the Opera as they travelled up to their floor, her eyes fixed on the ceiling of the lift. And then James’ hand was in hers, pulling her out of the lift and down the corridors of the fifth floor until they came to a stop in front of their room. He swiped the key card and there they were, alone, in a room with one bed.

Her throat felt thick as Lily looked at the double bed, why did it look so tiny? She stood in the small space beside the open wardrobe and the bathroom while James flicked on the lights and moved further into the room, peeling off his jacket and kicking off his shoes as he went.

“Come on, Evans. It’s just a place to sleep.” He smiled at her as he said it, noticing her hesitance. Damn him for being so perceptive to her emotions all of the time. With a deep breath, Lily walked further into the room, setting her shoes beside his while her own jacket draped over the top of his on the chair.

“Here, toothbrush.” He said, passing her one of the two clear toothbrushes he had picked up. “I’ll let you use the bathroom first, gentleman as I am.”

“Oh, so kind.” Lily rolled her eyes while grinning at him, accepting the toothbrush gratefully. She shut herself up in the bathroom, immediately rushing to the sink to splash some water on her face. Why was she so warm? “Get it together, Evans.” She muttered to herself, glancing at her reflection. She sighed as she looked at her makeup, minimal as it was, she had nothing to remove it with. Which would almost certainly result in panda eyes in the morning, but what other choice did she have?

So she left her face alone and focused on brushing her teeth, being a little more thorough than she usually would so James wouldn’t have to wake up to horrific morning breath. God, James was going to see her first thing in the morning. Christ on a bike. She filled one of the small glasses by the sink with water to rinse out her mouth, then gulped another glass down.

James was sitting perched on the edge of the bed when she returned, his eyes meeting hers straight away. Damn, did this man ever stop smiling?

“All… All yours.” Lily said quietly, stepping out of the way as he moved to head into the bathroom.

“Thanks, Lil.”

The door locked behind him and she released a deep breath again, her fingers moving shakily to undo her jeans. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep in them, so wanted to get them off and climb under the covers before he could come back. He wouldn’t want to see her in her underwear.

Jeans folded, with her bra tucked safely beneath them, Lily climbed into the left side of the bed, hoping he didn’t mind that she preferred the left. She plugged her phone into the socket next to her bed, thanking her past self for packing her charger in her bag. And then she waited, sitting cross-legged beneath the duvet as she listened to the sounds of the tap running.

The bathroom door opened and Lily had to do her best not to gasp. He’d taken his shirt off. It wasn’t even like it was the first time she’d seen him shirtless either, but seeing him in a dimly lit bedroom right before he was about to be laying right next to her was something else.

“You don’t mind if I sleep in my boxers, do you?” He was asking, his eyes having taken note of her folded jeans.

Lily shook her head, doing her best to look him in the eyes rather than drool all over his bare chest like some hormonal teenage girl watching Magic Mike for the first time. But then he turned his back on her and was pushing his jeans over his hips and Lily couldn’t help but stare. It was actually so unfair how fit her best friend was now, she could still remember the scrawny little kid she used to swim in the local lake with.

Any shred of sanity Lily had left vanished when he turned to face her again, she could feel a wave of heat rushing all over her body. And he’d seen it happen, had seen her eyes darken and her gaze shift into something hungry.

But he ignored it, electing to just climb into bed beside her and turn out the light, facing away from her.

With a slight huff, Lily threw herself down against her pillow, gazing up at the dark ceiling. Her arms were folded over her chest, her legs still crossed like they had been when she’d been sitting. While annoyed that he’d not responded to her sex eyes, she also just felt embarrassed. Because she’d totally just objectified him, looked at her best friend in the whole world like he was a tree for her to climb and use. And she hated herself for it.

“I can hear you thinking, Evans.” James whispered through the darkness, his back still facing hers. “Relax.”

And she did, her hands slid to rest on her stomach, her legs unfolded and moved to rest against the mattress. Her eyes closed and she let out a small sigh. And then he had to go and roll over, his breath on her neck.

While she knew she should just ignore it, squint her eyes and try to sleep, Lily couldn’t help but turn her head on her pillow, her eyes opening once more. And there he was, looking at her. No glasses, his hair already made even messier than usual from the pillow. He just looked so soft.

Usually James was all sharp edges and angular, charisma dripping from every inch of his body. He was sarcastic and energetic and never ever seemed to get tired. But there, laying in bed beside him, he seemed so calm, so at peace. His sharp edges had blurred, softened by the look in his eyes as he gazed at Lily. And that was what he was doing, gazing.

It didn’t take her much to lean in, just one look from him was enough. Her body turned on the mattress as she shifted to reach his lips, her own brushing his softly. And then she moved to pull away, to see his reaction when he moved, his hand sliding to the back of her neck to drag her closer. His lips covered hers and by god, did it feel right. Lily’s hand came to rest on his chest as she kissed him eagerly, their mouths pressing together in a perfect dance, nothing too eager or too slow.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months.” Lily whispered when they broke apart, her eyes still closed.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”

She looked at him then. There was no trace of a lie in his eyes. She believed him, because of course she did. James never lied to her.

And then she tackled him against the bed and thanked the London Northwestern Railway gods for cancelling the last train home.

[sleepysnk]

i was thinking about this during class 😏 so i decided to make it into a fic. LET THE HORNINESS THRIVE PEOPLE.

Don't Look Away

Characters: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW

A groan rumbled from Eren's throat as he placed the weights down onto the ground. His muscles ached as he was working out his arms along with his chest.

He was with Mikasa at the moment, she wanted him to come with her since Eren was always at the gym. He was surprised seeing that his step sister could do more reps or lift more than he could. He felt like he was at some level of competition.

The sweat dripped down his head and onto his body, leaving a small shine onto it.

"Damn.. I'm pooped," Eren said, adjusting his manbun. "How do you do this much Mikasa? I feel so exhausted," he added, staring up at the dark-haired girl who was placing the dumbbells onto the ground.

She wiped the sweat from her head. "Can't say but I guess I just have good stamina," she replied, breathing heavily.

Eren nodded, looking around at the different people who were working out or running on the treadmills. He felt tired and he just wanted to get home.

"I think I'm gonna head back. (Y/N) should be waiting for me," Eren said, standing up and stretching and his muscles. "Thanks for the workout Mikasa," he added, grabbing his gym bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

She nodded. "I'm gonna head out too, but let me know if you wanna workout again." she replied, giving him a soft smile.

Eren made his way out of the gym and walked outside, he felt the blistering heat coming down from the sun onto him. He felt sticky and warm, which made him feel slightly grossed out. He wanted to get back and take a shower.

He sent his girlfriend (Y/N) a text that he was on his way back, she knew he was at the gym. Eren always worked out with somebody, whether it be Mikasa or Reiner. Sometimes (Y/N) would join him, but she hadn't been in the mood lately, so she'd usually just wait for him to come home after a few hours.

Eren hopped into his car and put on the AC instantly, he felt the cool air hit his skin which gave him goosebumps. The air feeling refreshing as he was a sweaty mess.

-

(Y/N) was sitting at the kitchen table on her phone waiting for Eren to come home, she was excited to see him. He had been gone for about 4 hours, so she felt a bit needy for him.

The door opened to reveal Eren sweating, and his shirt clinging to his body as dark areas of the shirt were outlined by the sweat.

"Hey beautiful," Eren said, tossing his gym bag onto the couch and heading towards her.

She smiled, standing up to come give him a hug. "Hi babe," she replied, kissing his cheek.

Eren backed up a bit. "I'm really sweaty babe, I don't think you want to hug me." he said, chuckling.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and shook her head playfully. "Okay fine! You sweaty freak," she said, giggling. "How was the gym?" she asked, nodding her head.

Eren walked towards the fridge, grabbing a cold water bottle. "It was fun, Mikasa totally ripped me apart in reps though." he replied, untwisting the cap of the water bottle and taking a sip, feeling the cold liquid go down his throat.

She nodded, leaning against the table. "I see," she replied, looking down at the floor.

Eren put the water bottle on the table and removed his shirt, revealing his toned muscles which flexed a bit as he moved. (Y/N)'s eyes averted upwards as she stared at his body, she noticed the sweat glistening off his skin and the way his muscles contracted with every move.

Her eyes traveled downward to his v-line, and to his toned abs. The sight alone making her mouth water. Then down to the slight buldge of his dick which was covered with his cotton shorts. Heat rushed onto her face thinking of the most dirty thoughts.

"Babe?" Eren said, breaking her out of the lewd thoughts she was having.

(Y/N)'s eyes snapped towards him. "Oh! Sorry babe.. what's up?" she asked, nodding.

He laughed a bit. "You're fine, but I'm going to go take a shower okay? I'll be right back," he said, throwing his sweat drenched shirt over his shoulder and heading towards the bathroom.

She nodded and went to the room they both shared, the sound of the shower turning on made her sigh. The way his body looked made her drool, Eren always had a sexy figure. He looked especially hot with the small strands of his hair sticking to his head, and the way the sweat rolled down his body. It made her mind go crazy.

She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't even hear the shower turn off, or Eren enter the room.

"Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?" he said, snapping his fingers in her face.

She blinked and looked towards him. He changed into some sweatpants and a white shirt, his hair was slightly damp and tied into a bun with a few droplets of water at the ends.

"My bad! I was just thinking," she said, sitting up off the bed.

Eren leaned back against the door, watching as she stood in front of the mirror that leaned against the wall.

"Hey where's my hug huh?" Eren asked, stepping towards her.

She laughed a bit and looked towards him. "Oh you want a hug now? Are you sweaty or stink Jaeger?" she asked, giggling.

He rolled his eyes playfully as his hands snaked around her waist. "I showered babe," he said, smirking as he gribbed her sides.

Her eyes widened with horror as his fingers began to poke and tickle her sides, his grip on her waist tightening as he smirked watching her laugh and push him away.

"E-Eren! Stop! I'm gonna d-die!" she said in between laughter.

He chuckled as he sat down on the bed, bringing her body to sit on his lap with her back facing him. They sat in front of the mirror as (Y/N) breathed heavily from the laughter.

"I love you," Eren said, kissing her cheek and leaning his head on her shoulder while putting his arm tightly around her waist.

She smiled a bit and held his arm. "I love you too," she replied, looking at the mirror in front of them.

"I'm so lucky to have you princess, you mean so much to me. You're so beautiful," he said, kissing her neck slightly.

She felt goosebumps litter onto her skin from the feeling of his lips on her neck. Her hand finding its way down to the one around her waist.

Eren smirked against her skin as he began to slightly nibble at her neck. "You're so pretty baby," he said, running his free hand down by her thigh.

"E-Eren.." (Y/N) moaned as his hand gripped at the flesh from her thigh.

"Give me a kiss." Eren said, turning her face towards his.

The two leaned into each other and pressed their lips together. The kiss felt rough yet passionate as Eren used the hand around her waist to play with her breast, using his index and middle finger to play with her nipple.

She moaned into the kiss as she felt his hands exploring her body. "Eren.." she moaned in pleasure.

His free hand found it's way to her heat which was pooling from his actions. "Stand up," he ordered and tapped her thigh.

(Y/N) stood up and furrowed her brows. "What-"

"Take your shorts off baby," Eren said, tugging at the material around her waist.

She felt heat rush onto her cheeks as she nodded, removing her shorts and tossing them to the side. Leaving her just in her underwear.

"Come here," he said and guided her back to his lap. Her back still facing him.

Eren moved her legs up so that her feet were resting on his thighs, she felt the print of his cock on her ass. Her legs were now wide open in front of the mirror, she could see his eyes were wide with lust.

Eren's hand found its way down to her inner thigh, rubbing small circles in the flesh. "So.. did you think I wouldn't notice you eyeing my dick earlier? Hm?" he whispered in her ear, nipping slightly as the shell.

She felt chills go down her spine. "U-Um.. was it that obvious?" she asked, laughing slightly.

His hand found its way to her panties which were now soaked from her arousal. "It was princess, fuck I couldn't stop thinking about you in the shower," he said, circling her clit with his fingers.

(Y/N) moaned as she watched Eren in the mirror play with her pussy. She let out shaky breaths as he nipped at her neck.

Eren's hand moved her panties to the side exposing her wet pussy, which was glistening in the light. A small chuckle came from his throat seeing how wet she was.

"You're so fucking wet baby.. it's taking everything in me right now to not bounce you on my cock," he said, kissing softly at her neck. "You want my fingers inside of you? Hm?" he asked, smirking.

She moaned a little as pleasure scattered across her body. "Y-Yes.. please," she replied, gripping at his other arm.

Eren's fingers circled around her entrance, as one of his fingers entered her. Her walls surrounding him as his finger pumped into her slowly.

"Fuck.. baby you're so tight," he groaned as he pumped into her.

(Y/N) cried out in pleasure as his finger moved around her velvety walls. Her eyes seeing stars as he hit that certain spot.

"Eren! Oh fuck.. baby! Please.. put another one!" she pleaded, throwing her head back in pleasure.

He smirked turning her face towards his. "You want another one beautiful? What's the magic word?" he asked, staring at her lustfully.

"Please.." she moaned, feeling his finger going in and out slowly.

Eren chuckled. "Mm.. good girl," he replied, shoving another one of his fingers into her dripping pussy.

She bit her lip as Eren used his free hand to rub along her thigh. Her moans come out softly.

She squeezed her eyes shut feeling the pleasure surrounding her body. "Eren! Fuck.. just like that!" she cried, feeling his pace quickening.

Her face buried into his neck. Looking away from the mirror.

Eren grabbed her chin and forced her head to look at the mirror. "No no baby.. don't look away. I want you to see how much of a fucking slut you are for my fingers," he said, smirking a bit.

His dirty talk made the band in her stomach tighten as it wanted to break from the pleasure. Her core was heating up as she felt her orgasm slowly approaching.

"You take my fingers so well.. fuck you're such a good girl for me. You like watching me finger fuck you princess? I know it feels good.." Eren said, running his hand up to her throat and giving it a squeeze.

(Y/N) felt his fingers slow down a bit. A whine came from her. "W-Why did you stop?" she asked, breathing heavily.

"I said.. don't fucking look away," he said, grabbing her chin forcing her to look back the mirror.

Her pussy dripped as her arousal was on the floor. "Eren... let me cum please," she cried out feeling his fingers hitting that spot again.

He smirked again and looked at the mirror. "Who's the only one that can make you cum?" he asked, quickening his pace while fingering her. "You wanna cum princess? Answer me that." he added.

Her mind was cloudy and the feeling over her orgasm was approaching quickly. "You! Fuck! You only you, Eren!" she moaned.

"Cum baby. Cum all over my fucking fingers," Eren growled as he fingered her quickly.

Suddenly, her walls tightened around him and her orgasm took over her body. The sparks of euphoria danced across her skin as her eyes went white from the pleasure, her pussy dripping cum.

She breathed heavily trying to recover from her orgasm as Eren removed his fingers, which were now covered in her arousal.

"Good girl," Eren said, kissing her cheek.

(Y/N) stood on wobbly legs. She looked back at Eren who still had wide eyes with lust.

"Eren?" she asked, furrowing her brows.

He chuckled. "Where you going princess?" he asked smirking. "We still have something else to finish," he added, stroking the print in his pants.

(Y/N) smirked. "Don't look away from the mirror then," she said, walking back towards him.

[thatfanficstuff]

Unexpected - Stucky x Reader

Pairing Grouping: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Steamy fluff with a dash cupful of foul mouthed Reader and super soldier. Also liberal use of sugar and baby but no sugar babies.

A/N: short fluff is no 3300+ of very steamy fluff. I’m gonna go with 16+ on this one folks. Oh, and STUCKY!!!

***

They didn’t think anything of it at first. It was just little things after all. Things that hardly warranted their attention. It wasn’t until Tony mentioned it that they began to take notice.

“Hey, Capsicle, you and tin man been sneaking off to the store without telling anyone? You could at least ask if we needed anything? I’ve been out of blueberries for days,” Tony said one night as the team sat to watch a movie.

“What are you talking about, Stark?” Steve asked with a furrowed brow.

Tony gestured at the bag of gummy worms that you and Bucky were currently sharing. “Just that you two seem to be the only ones around here that never run out of your favorite goodies. You could have stocked up for everyone. That’s all I’m saying.” He shrugged his shoulders and waved a hand through the air as if it wasn’t important, though clearly it was if he’d brought it up.  

You rolled your eyes. “Tony, you’re a billionaire. Pay someone to do your shopping and have it delivered, you big baby.”

The super soldiers on either side of you laughed and you settled more firmly into your seat between them. Tony started to say something else but Natasha smacked his arm. “Shut up. Movie’s starting.”

He grumbled which brought another smile to your face. He really was an overgrown kid sometimes. Really, you were just pleased that he’d shut the hell up. After all, if you’d wanted your crushes to know you were secretly taking care of them, you would have done it not so secretly. Liking both of them was awkward enough without them being aware of it, thank you very much.

Honestly, until that day, Steve had just assumed that Tony had someone that replenished the food in the kitchenette on their floor. True, they’d never seen anyone, but it wasn’t like it happened by magic. It was just over a week later when Steve glanced up from his drawing when Bucky walked into their living room. “Hey Buck, you didn’t do any cleaning did you?”

Bucky snorted. “There’s never anything to clean is there?”

Steve frowned. “Yeah, I noticed that to. I asked Stark if he had a service that did our floor. You know what he said?”

“I’m guessing he said no or we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Bucky answered as he sat across the table from his boyfriend.

“He asked if I wanted him to get someone in to help us out.”

Confusion caused Bucky’s brow to furrow as he leaned forward. “So, someone has been coming into our space, replacing our food and cleaning up after us and we have no idea who it is?”

“Looks like it.”

There was a stretch of silence before Bucky asked, “Why?”

***

It started when the boys were on a mission. You’d raided Buck’s candy stash for movie night and before you replaced it, you’d done an inventory and picked up everything else they were needing. It wasn’t like it took much more effort. And when you’d seen how happy they were when they arrived home to all their favorites, that was all the incentive you needed to keep doing it.

You made sure to refill their stash when they were on mission or out for training so they wouldn’t catch you. There was always the chance they’d return when you weren’t expecting it, but the odds were slim. After all, you made a living by sneaking around unseen, hence the name Shadow. The cleaning started when they were gone on a mission and you didn’t want them coming home to clutter and dust. You weren’t even sure that they noticed, but it made you happy to have something else you could do for them.

Steve and Bucky were currently on week three of a mission with Nat and Sam and you were sorting out the groceries you’d just bought while you tried to think of something special you could do for them.

“So, why do you do it exactly?” you heard from behind you, causing you to jump. The twins were in San Francisco until tomorrow so you should have had the floor to yourself.

You scowled when you found Tony standing behind you wearing his infamous smirk.

“Jumpy?”

Your cheeks heated as you turned back to the task at hand, hoping Tony wouldn’t notice at least half of your food was for the super soldiers. “Mind was just elsewhere. What’s up?”

“I was just wondering why you pamper the geriatric twins if you aren’t going to take credit for it?”

You froze briefly before finishing up and placing the boys’ food back into bags so you could carry it upstairs. Finally, you turned and crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the counter behind you. “I don’t suppose it would do me any good to deny it?”

He chuckled as he moved closer. “They asked me to look into it before they left. It was the complete lack of evidence that led me to you actually. Only one person I know can get around my system like that.”

“Shit.” You were a technomancer and were very skilled at making tech do what you wanted. Tony hadn’t been thrilled the first time you’d completely circumvented the tower’s security. Now he used you to test out new systems. Finally, you quit freaking out enough to meet his eyes. “Are you going to tell them?”

He tilted his head and frowned at you. “Why are you so dead set against them figuring this out? You know they won’t be anything other than grateful.”

“Because they’ll want to know why and I can’t tell them that.” Your voice was quiet but you knew he’d heard your answer.

“Well how about you tell me then, sparky?” he suggested.

You rolled your eyes at his stupid nickname as you sighed. He wasn’t the most trustworthy when it came to secrets but you were dying to tell someone. And honestly, he would probably be the least judgmental out of everyone. “You can’t tell anyone, Tony. I mean it.”

He rubbed his hands together and closed most of the distance between you. “My lips are sealed. You have my word.”

You arched a brow but chose not to comment. You closed your eyes not wanting to look at him as you made the confession. “I might possibly be just a little bit in love with them.” When you got no response you opened one eye to find Tony grinning at you as he rocked on his feet. You opened the other eye to give him a narrow-eyed look. “What?”

“I think you should tell them.”

“Not funny, Stark.”

“Wasn’t meant to be, sweetheart.” You just stared at him, saying nothing. After a few moments, he sighed. “Listen, as amusing as it might be to trick you into having that conversation with them and recording it to watch at my leisure later, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“That little admission didn’t exactly help your cause any.”

He ran a hand down his face. “I can’t tell you that I know for sure how they’ll react, because I can’t. I also can’t tell you how many times I’ve caught them checking you out when they think no one’s watching. Or how many times they’ve argued about who got to sit beside you when there was only one seat left. Or the number of whispered conversations they have that fade away when you walk into the room. And while I have had many female friends over the years, I have never suggested any of them sit in my lap unless I was trying to take things beyond friendship.”

You frowned. “I sit in their laps all the time.”

His hands went out to the side as if to say ‘see?’.

Your frown deepened as you recalled something else. “Wait, didn’t you try to get me to sit in your lap when I was still new?”

Tony chuckled and turned around to walk off. “Only proving my point, Y/L/N,” he called over his shoulder.

It was barely five minutes after he left that you gathered the bags of food to take upstairs and put away. You weren’t certain you’d survive sitting around doing nothing and there was only so much training you could stand in a day. “Protocol five, J,” you said as you stepped onto the elevator. “Super soldiers’ floor, please.”

“Of course, Miss.” Protocol five would shut down all recording devices anywhere in your vicinity until you turned it off.

You made short work of putting the food away and glanced around. Things were fairly tidy though they could use a dust and a quick vacuum. A peek in both bedrooms had you wrinkling your nose. They’d had back-to-back missions before they’d left on the current one and obviously hadn’t had time to do laundry. While the boys normally slept together, they maintained their own spaces in case one of them was having a bad night or just needed some time to themselves.

Moving into Bucky’s space, you gathered up all the laundry and threw it out into the hallway. You also stripped the bedding and added it to the pile. You put a load in the washer before moving to Steve’s room. There was more laundry there as it was the space they shared the most often. You added to the pile already in the hallway before stripping those sheets as well.

After sorting the clothes into loads, you took about half of them down to your floor and started a load there as well before heading back upstairs. You opened windows in both bedrooms to let them air out as you put fresh sheets on the beds. You dusted and straightened and vacuumed only pausing as necessary to switch out the laundry.

By the time you finished all but the last loads of laundry, their rooms looked better than they had in months and they had clean sheets to crawl into when they got home. You’d cleaned the rest of the floor as well and were heading back to your floor to take care of the last of the clothes. You had to wait a bit for them to finish drying, but then once it was all folded and sorted, you loaded up the laundry basket to put it away. You were happy you’d gotten so much done.

Apparently ignoring your feelings made you productive, who knew? Most of the clothes in your basket were Buck’s so you headed to his room first. You reached for the handle, only to have the door open on its own. Your mouth dropped and the basket fell to your feet as you ran your gaze up a naked torso to see Bucky frowning at you. He was dressed in a pair of sweats and his hair was still wet from a shower. His gaze darted from you to the basket and back as a grin crept over his face. “Fuck,” you breathed out and took a step back. “I’m sorry. I-I need to go.”

He reached out and snagged your wrist before you got more than a step. “I don’t think so, sugar.” He tugged you gently back in his direction and lifted your chin with a finger since you seemed unable to look at him on your own. “Where do you think you’re going to escape to anyway, Y/N? We know where you live.”

“I was thinking of moving to Alaska. I hear it’s nice there this time of year.”

“You hate the cold,” he said with a laugh and looped an arm around your waist.

Your heart raced and you prayed that his stupid super soldier senses wouldn’t clue him in, but who were you kidding? You’d never be that lucky.

“Oh, Steve,” he called in a sing-song voice. “I have something for you.”

“Not now, Buck. I’m…” Steve’s voice trailed off as he stepped into the hall and saw you. His ears and cheeks turned a rather adorable shade of red and you couldn’t stop a giggle at the sight. “What’s this?” he asked looking between the two of you.

Bucky nudged the laundry basket into view with his foot. “I intercepted her on her way to put away the last of the laundry.”

Steve straightened immediately. “Oh, did you?”

And damned if his voice didn’t drop a whole octave when he said it. Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. You squirmed in Bucky’s hold but didn’t try to escape. There was no point. He chuckled behind you and passed you over to Steve when he held a hand out toward you. You licked your lips as you took it and let him lead you into the living room.

He sat on the couch and pulled you down onto his lap. Bucky sat right beside him and pulled your legs onto his lap. You cleared your throat. “I can sit by myself.”

“I’m sure you can, baby,” Steve assured. “But I’m happy with you in my lap. And you like to make me happy, don’t you, Y/N?”

Oh.

My.

God.

That was not fair. Not fucking fair at all.

Steve trailed a finger up your spine, chuckling when you shivered at his touch. His finger continued it’s journey up your neck then back along its previous path as he talked. “When Buck and I were kids, there wasn’t a lot of money to go around. Less so for me because of my meds. Our folks taking care of us meant putting food on the table and mending our clothes. Sometimes there might be enough for a dime novel or some sweets, but for the most part we took care of each other.”

Bucky kept rubbing little circles on your ankle with his thumb. “That hasn’t changed much over the last several decades. You know, except when I was trying to kill him. But then someone else started taking care of us. In a million little ways we didn’t always notice. Not right away anyway.”

“But then we did notice and we started making note of everything that made us feel cared for.” Steve’s hand flattened on your back and his fingers flexed slightly as he said, “Loved.”

“So, tell us, Y/N, why did you do it?” Bucky asked.

You shrugged and stared at your hands where they twisted together in your lap. “I stole your candy and needed to replace it so I picked up some other stuff. But then I saw how happy you were when you had your favorite snacks when you got home and that made me happy. The more I did, the happier and more relaxed you seemed so I kept doing it. I like it when you’re happy. Both of you.”

“That the only reason, baby? You like us happy?” Steve asked as he trailed that damned finger back up your spine.

You jumped out of his lap and stepped back until you were out of easy reach for either of them. They stared at you in surprise and you held out a hand to stop them when they started to stand. “No. You stay put. You two aren’t playing fair.”

“How’s that, doll?” Bucky asked, his blue eyes sparking with amusement.

“You with the touching and the sugar and the arm around the waist,” you said gesturing to Bucky before turning to his boyfriend. “And you with the baby and more touching and the deep voice. It’s not fair. It’s not.” You sucked in a breath. “My entire life I’ve been attracted to the unattainable guy. Every fucking time. But this time I really outdid myself because I fell in love with not just one, but two unattainable men and they’re dating each other. I mean fuck my life. Seriously. What is that? So yes, I did all of this because I love you. Both of you. And I’ll keep doing it for the same reason and it will always make me happy to see you happy. But at the end of the day, you two have each other and I don’t and that’s not fucking fair so stop. Just stop, okay?”

Steve stood first as if afraid to startle you. He stepped forward and swept his thumb across your cheek wiping away the tears you hadn’t been aware of. His hands settled on either side of your neck as he studied your eyes for the longest time. “You’ve got quite the fucking mouth on you, baby,” he said then tugged you forward and slammed his lips onto yours.

You hesitated for only a moment, a brief stretch of time and then you let yourself go. Your Steve was kissing you and it was nothing like you’d imagined. There was nothing soft or questioning about it. It was firm, sure, and altogether fucking fantastic. His hands moved to your thighs and lifted as his lips stayed glued to yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and as he turned, his lips slid from your mouth to travel the length of your neck. His open mouth kisses alternated with tiny nips that were sure to bruise and you rolled your hips against him in response. He hissed against your skin and you smiled.

A large hand grasped your chin and turned your head until another pair of lips slanted over yours. Bucky. His kiss was dark and rich and full of promises. He shifted his body so he supported your back as his hands found the hem of your shirt. Cool metal and warm flesh contrasted against your skin as he slid over your belly and up to caress your breasts. “Oh God.” You rolled your hips again, Steve pressed against your front and Bucky pressed against your ass.

“Fuck,” Steve said as his hands tightened on your waist in an effort to still your movements.

Bucky chuckled against the back of your neck and bit at the skin there, his bite firmer, more punishing than Steve’s. “What’s the matter, punk? She pushing you to the edge already?”

“Suck it, Barnes.”

“I intend to, Rogers.”

That had you grinning. This playful love they had between them was what you wanted. Was part of the reason you fell in love with both of them. Bucky’s gaze shifted to you and he mirrored your grin. “I love you, Buck.”

His grin widened. “You hear that, Stevie? She loves me. God, that’s sexy.” He kissed you soundly then pulled you from Steve’s arms to carry you bridal style to the bedroom. “I love you, too, sugar.”

That earned him another kiss. You put your hand against the door frame to stop him before he could carry you inside. This needed to be said before you were all in bed together. You turned to find Steve with a question in his eyes. “I love you, too, Steve.”

His smile was sweet, soft. “I know you do, baby.” He placed a hand on your cheek and gave you a soft kiss. “I love you, too. Have for awhile if I’m honest. We both have. Turns out we were both feeling guilty for loving someone else and it was the same girl. Never dreamed you’d actually be ours though.” You kissed him again and it only took a moment for it to take on a rougher edge.

Bucky turned you so he could carry you into the room, causing your lips to be pulled from Steve’s. You whimpered at the loss of contact and both men chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll have more of us than you can handle in a moment.”

You squealed as Buck tossed you into the middle of their king sized bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows and bit your lip as you looked at the two men standing before you. “Promise, soldiers?”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s a goddamn guarantee.”