#why do they have their tummy exposed you ask? vibes

[lil-vibes]

late night swimming with narilamb :3

some yapping abt them under here + template

This takes place about 5-ish years after their initial battle so he's just well enough to walk on his own. Narinder sustained pretty severe injuries that took years to even begin mending and in that time they both discovered that he really enjoys being fully in water. Warm baths are a favourite activity of his and, in summer, swimming! It used to be only at the large lake near the cult bc thats how far Lambert was willing to risk taking him.

Swimming is good for him bc it's an activity he can do a lot of (relatively) without his whole body hurting and a way to build some muscle back. He only goes at night so he doesn't get ill from the intense summer heat.

Also his hut has many shells decorating it and Mere (incoming bat cult oc that became his friend on accident) has received some as well! He's still looking for a Pretty Shell tm for lamb, but they are just happy that he has a friend.

heres the template!

[biteyoubiteme]

blueberry float

fem!reader x huening kai

synopsis: you get carried away after a day on the beach with your surfer boyfriend

warnings: 🔞!! slight nipple play, oral (f!rec), marking, tummy love, public/semi-public sex, no protection, creampie, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 1.83k

an: you cannot tell me kai doesn't give off surfer vibes, he is so summer coded its unreal. this is apart of my float event check out the other memebers fics! feed back appriciated :)) not proofread sorry [m.list] [float m.list]

Kai has seen you in a bikini before so this time should be no different. only you’re standing under the outdoor shower head rising off the salt of the ocean, the sand dotting your skin, head leaned back as you run your fingers through your hair. That strappy swimsuit is the perfect pink color against your skin. droplets of water sliding down between the valley of your breast, dripping along your stomach, your thighs. he had done a double take when you had taken off your loose gauzy button-up shirt. he had seen you naked more times than he could count but something about so little fabric was making him hard, the illusion of your nipples outlined in the fabric drawing him in.

he had been trying to ignore you as much as he could, staying out on the water longer than he thought he would. but it was hard to look away when you were laid out on your towel, turning every half hour to tan, he didn’t know if it was harder to see the curve of your ass or the way you almost spilled out of your top. he wouldn't be able to stay out on the dying waves, tae and Gyu already drying off next to where you’re rinsing, the sun already hanging low in the sky. Kai also knew that once the rest of them made it back to the little beach house you guys had rented he wouldn't be able to get you alone. The walls were so thin he could hear when the other members walked around, the muffled conversations they had. He wasn't very good at being silent when it came to you.

Even when you started to dry off, your towel hanging around your shoulders covering most of your body he couldn't get the image out of his head. He was so out of it he didn’t hear Yeonjun calling for him wondering why he wasn't following after. distracted as he paddled after the rest of them.

you were no better off than Kai as you watched him come out of the water. the swim trucks he wore, heavy with water hanging on his hips just right and sticking to his thighs. he was wearing a skin-tight water shirt, the black material clinging to every ridge of his arms, chest, and stomach. he was shaking his head off the water, hair stuck to his temple. his surfboard tucked under his arm as he made his way over to rinse off.

He gave you a tight smile as he hit the faucet, leaning his board against the wooden rail people kept their towels on. He stood under the stream, tossing his head back and running his fingers through his hair. you watched him flex, the water making the material of his shirt shiny, a perfect map of every line making up his body. you tried to hold your towel out for him but he shook his head putting it back around you. the boys talking about what we should have for dinner. “I think we're going to do a lap around the beach,” Kai added, putting an arm around your shoulder. the boys nodded, taking his board with them as you were led away from the direction they were going.

“Are you okay?” you ask, arms circling his waist, he still wasn't looking at you only making his way past a few people sitting around on the sand.

“yeah I'm good,” but his voice is strained from trying to keep losing his cool. but the way you were leaning on him was pressing your boob right against him, every glance down to you was directed at your exposed cleavage. he was trying to not make it obvious he was hard but it wasn't helped that he could only feel the ache of your absent hands on him when you were this close already. It wasn't until you were past the few larger rocks separating the beach into smaller sections that he turned to you, wrapping your face in his hands and kissing you breathlessly.

Kai was fervent, sloppy with his need as he curled his fingers in your hair, nose brushing against yours. He wanted you close to him, one hand sliding down to your waist to push your hips into his. your gasp at how thick and hot he was in his swimsuit was caught in his throat. his kisses down your jaw, as you ran your hands over his stomach, trying and failing to curl your fingers into the fabric. “please,” he groaned against your neck, “I need you, I want you so bad,”

“here?” you ask looking over his shoulder, “anyone could see us,”

“I'll be quick,” he mutters already pushing the towel away, letting it fall to the ground, “I promise, I just can’t wait anymore, and we haven't had sex the whole time we've been here because those stupid thin walls,” he’s kissing down your throat, teeth grazing over your pulse, “please, please,” he begs between every peck.

It wasn't often that Kai was this needy, trying to grind into you, fingers almost bruising against your hip to try and pull you close to him for any friction. it didn’t take much thought to agree, the images of him all day running through your mind. the way he caught a wave, the cocky smile he wore when he stayed up longer than his friends, all the clinging fabric, everything about today was making you wet. “promise to be quick,”

he was nodding, pulling away to lay out your towel on the sand for you, pulling you down so that you were laid out on your back.

Kai sat on his knees wishing he had his phone to take a photo of you. He reached out tugging on one of the stings holding your bottoms on effectively untying them.

he leaned over you leaving hot open-mouthed kisses down from your collarbone to your chest. groping you over your bikini top, teeth grazing over your covered pebbles nipple. “you can’t leave marks we’ll be here all week my concealer will be washed away when we go swimming,”

“But you brought the black one-piece right?” he slid down kissing over your ribs.

“yes,” you nod, twisting your fingers in his hair. “So wear that one because I don’t think I’ll be able to function seeing you back in this one, do you know how difficult it is to hide a boner in wet swim trunks?”

you giggle as he presses his lips over your stomach, licking and nipping your flesh. He loved to leave you covered in little bruises, from your chest to your thighs he didn’t stop and your tummy was his favorite spot. leaving bites along his path, burying his face against your soft skin.

“All day I’m trying to think about anything but you all wet and then you stand there looking like I should lick up every drop of water,” he bites the strap still tied at your hip tugging it with his teeth until it’s undone and you’re bare for him.

“you said you would make it quick,” knowing Kai could spend hours between your thighs if you let him.

“I wanna kiss this pretty pussy before I ruin her,” he ghosts his lips over your clit making you chase the feeling. hips lifting enough for Kai to hold them down.

he swipes his tongue through your folds drawing a line from your entrance to your clit before latching on and sucking you hard enough to have your back arching a strangled whine leaving your lips. you want to be quiet but as he laps up your wetness you’re struggling to keep your bodies to a minimum. one of your hands sinking into the sand next to you, grains sliding between your fingers doing little to keep you sane. and then he’s prodding your entrance with his tongue nose bumping your clit in perfect synchrony.

you push him further into your cunt not caring if he can breathe when you’re cumming. his name on your lips as you come down finally letting him up. He wastes no time in freeing himself from his trunks dragging the head of his cock through your wetness making your legs twitch. “no time for much prep but I know you can take it,”

you feel the stretch of his mushroom tip as he pushes in slowly inch by inch. his eyelids heavy as he’s swallowed into your still thumping walls. “Sucking me in so good,” he moans pressing his pelvis to yours.

you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips needing him as close as possible when you’re this exposed. but even if someone walked around the rocks right now and saw you two you don’t think you would even notice.

Kai buried his nose behind your ear, kissing anywhere he could as he gave shallow thrusts. As much as he could say he would finish fast he forgot that as soon as he was back between your legs. your warmth so inviting he would lay still just cockwarming you without a care in the world. but then you were moaning, “Faster, please hyuka,” nails trying to scratch his back through the fabric of his shirt. squirming under him for friction.

following instructions he picks up speed finding his pace without much effort. hips knocking yours the wet sounds of his movements hidden behind the sound of the surf.

he was whimpering into your ear before planting both hands on either side of your head to find more leverage. His head thrown back, wet hair hanging against his forehead, throat exposed making you want to kiss his adam’s apple. He was close, sloppy thrusts and soft moans proof enough. He slipped one hand down between you two pinching your clit enough to not hurt.

he was buckling, shoulders curving in as you felt him twitch inside you, body falling forward as he came still cautious enough to not crush you. you could feel his hot cum fill you, your thighs weak as you followed right over the edge with him. both of you trying to stifle your moans to no avail.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when Kai laughs, “There was no way we could have stayed silent in the house, everyone would have known,”

“So in public it is,” you giggle, pushing the hair away from his face and behind his ears. “I can’t be blamed, you looked too good,” he planted a single kiss to your lips, “I wouldn’t be able to last another minute if you put this one on again,” he smiles, flicking at the straps around your neck.

When you two are cleaned up and Kais is tying your swimsuit bottoms back up he looks up from his knees. “you know you have sand everywhere, maybe I should help you out in the shower to get it all off?”

[hyukalyptus]

words. — hueningkai x chubby!fem!reader. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. established relationship, first time as a couple, chubby reader (jiggle, ass, thighs, etc.), mention of eating, eating food off each other ehehe, switch!kai, switch!reader, body worship, katoptronophilia (mirror sex), nipple play, a lil humiliation vibes?, cunnilingus, exhibitionist a lil i guess?, not super proofread, i think that's it. notes. reposted from my old account!, didn't rly edit., smut under cut. wc. 1.3K

"Oh, you got some on your face," you giggle, repositioning so you're sitting criss-cross applesauce on the picnic blanket in front of Kai, not caring how much your dress rides up. Swiping your thumb across his bottom lip to gather the chocolate, you suck on your thumb to clean it, all while making direct eye contact. He gulps, unable to take his eyes off you. 

You’d decided between the two of you to not celebrate your one-month anniversary, but he surprised you at your front door with a picnic basket; how could you say no to such a pretty smile?

"Thanks," he chuckles, eventually diverting his attention to the ground. He's got it together again and he keeps making you laugh, your chest, tummy, and thighs jiggling along with your laughter. 

He is simply entranced. And you can tell.

Sitting sideways to avoid flashing anyone, your skirt that was already a bit too short kept riding up making him absolutely blush. But when your skirt rode up enough to expose that upper thigh tattoo he hasn't seen yet...his mind was nowhere else. Does she have any other tattoos I've never seen? What even is it—no, don't stare. Oh, but she's gorgeous. 

Glancing around to make sure no one's near, an idea pops into your head. But is it too much? Nah, he'd love it. 

"Thank you for doing all this for us, babe..." you smile seductively, reaching to rub his thigh innocently. "This is so romantic. And these strawberries are delicious," you say, picking another one up to take a small bite of one. 

Smirking, you swipe the exposed strawberry over the top of your tit, leaving a trail of red and chocolate. 

"Oops," you say, unapologetically. "You think you could help me with this?" You nod toward your chest, making his eyes wide. Reaching a thumb toward you, you say, "Nuh-uh. Tongue."

And he's finally gotten the hint. You want him. 

Tilting his head, he smirks, running his tongue over your plush skin, looking up at you the entire time. Backing off, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close to press your lips to his. Licking your bottom lip, you let his tongue in your mouth, tasting the strawberry and chocolate on his lips.

"You taste...so good," you say, smiling at him. You're still not quite sure where he is with this. Part of him seems to be exuding confidence, but another parts seems—

"You wanna go back to your place?" Oh, well—nevermind. You know exactly where he stands. 

Pressed against the door to your bedroom, lips furiously gliding each other, groans filling each other's mouths, you just can't believe—

"Remind me why it took us so long to do this?" You ask in between kisses. He backs off to shake his head and hoist you up with a grunt to throw you on your bed. 

"I have no fucking idea." 

Clothes ripped off each other, hot bodies gliding over each other—you're simply addicted to him. All you wanna feel is his chest pressed against your own forever, but he says, "Get on your knees, please."

You chuckle and mimic him, "Please?" But you still follow his orders. Jolting forward at his hand slapping your ass, you're almost in shock. You didn't expect that from him. He’s been so sweet since you met him—almost scared of offending or hurting you. Just the other day, he barely bumped into and he asked you if you were okay at least five times. 

But now, you’re on your knees, hands reaching forward over your head while his hands are all over you. They start in your hair, past your shoulders, giving your tits a good squeeze, a pinch of the waist, and generous amounts of rubbing your thighs and ass. 

Simply exploring your body, the slight ache in your knees reminds you of how long it's been. 

“You alright?” You ask hesitantly.

“Perfect…”

“Hm?”

“Oh sorry, yeah, I’m just looking at ya,” he says, lips against your shoulder, covering your back with kisses. “Wait, lemme…” he walks over to your floor mirror. “You mind?” You shrug, unsure of what he’s meaning, but figure it might be fun whatever it is. 

After moving the mirror, he finds himself behind you again, squeezing your cheek harshly. “Watch me slide into you for the first time.” Oh, okay. “Ready?” You nod frantically, but he spanks you before you have the chance to think. “Words.” 

“Y-yes,” you breathe. “Please.” 

You’re not sure where to look: the heavenly face he’s making—eyebrows stitched together and mouth dropping open—or his gorgeous body contouring with his thrusts or your thigh spilling through his long fingers. 

What you do know is, though, is goddamn he feels good. This position lets him reach the deepest parts of you, hands unable to decide where to land. Should they squeeze your thigh? Spank your ass? Find your clit? Grab your tit?

“I told you to watch me,” he says through his gritted teeth. You glance back up at his eyes, but you don’t have the energy to hold it up for very long. “Watch me,” he insists. He almost sounds dominant and it makes you shiver. 

But when you still don’t hold your head up, he doesn’t have the patience anymore. Yanking your head up by your hair, he forces you to watch him fuck you from behind, tits jiggling and thighs trembling rapidly. Leaning so his ear is against yours while his dark eyes find yours in the mirror, he whispers, “I told you to watch me.” 

You find the strength to hold yourself up while he thrusts into you, one hand playing with your nipple while the other finds your clit. Everything feels euphoric. And again, you’re questioning why it took you a month to fuck each other. 

All those late nights making out on the couch, the little touches under the table, the sexy text messages have created a tension so thick you coulda cut it with a knife. 

Now, here he is…fucking you like he was made to. 

“Fuck—” he whispers against your ear. Stutters of swears and your name spill out of his mouth. “Fuck…” And then you feel it. His warm cum fills you up, warming you from the inside out. His face digs into your shoulder, shaking it as he comes down from his high, hips stuttering against your ass. 

Everything comes to a slow halt as he hides in your neck. “Did you—?” He nods slowly and embarrassingly. “Without making me cum first?” He hesitantly nods again. “Words.” He lets out a pathetic whine. “Words, Kai.” 

“I came…before making you cum first.”

“Well,” you tisk. “Guess we’re gonna have to figure something else out.” You catch him before he can resist and toss him on his back, quick to straddle his face. 

“But I won’t be able to watch like this,” he says. 

“Well you shoulda thought about that before.” You don’t waste much time before you sit on his face, grinding your hip against him. His hands squeeze your hips while his tongue flicks your clit perfectly. It starts off with gentle gyrations against his face, watching yourself sensually move in the mirror. 

Hands in his hair while he keeps squeezing and tasting you. He’s exploring you at first, but—

“Oh, fuck—” he quickly finds, “Right fucking there. Just like that. Yes.” And he doesn’t change anything. If it’s one thing he knew, it’s when a woman said those words, she meant it. Reaching up to squeeze your tit, thumb flicking over your nipple. 

His tongue, his thumb, watching yourself in the mirror is so good, it doesn’t take long for you to reach a climax, cumming all over his face, legs trembling around his ears as you try to hold yourself up. Washing over you in waves before you catch your breath.

Plopping down next to him, your vision clears up enough to look over at him, all giddy and smiley. 

“That was…” you start, still catching your breath. 

“I know.”

[babyjakes]

what she asked for. [blurb.]

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summary | steve punishes you for playing with yourself.

pairing | daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | ddlg/themes, mean!mad!daddy!steve, kind of dark!steve vibes? idek, orgasm punishment, stimulant pills, vibrator wand, multiple forced orgasms, overstim, crying/begging to stop

word count | 429

requested by anon | Heyy👋How do you think steve will react when he caught his little touching her princess parts to make her feel good and breaking the rules!!!!!

an | ohmygod i- 🥵🥵 mad!daddy!steve is just 😳😳 he would really give it to you and you wouldnt have any say in it 😌😌

When Steve had found you sprawled out on your play mat with your thumb in your mouth, hand down your soaking wet panties as you moaned and groaned sinfully, you swore you saw the devil in his eyes as he charged at you, scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you began to plead for mercy.

He hasn’t shown any, though. Not in the slightest.

You’ve lost count of how many times he’s spilt his seed inside of you, the booster pills he took before beginning your punishment allowing him to wreck you as many times as he wants.

He’s switched positions countless times; right now he’s got you pinned down on your back against the surface of his desk, legs spread high and wide in the air as he pounds relentlessly into your aching cunt.

“Daddy,” you wail against his fingers, the two long digits jammed deep down your throat.

The buzzing of the wand he’s got pressed to your clit fades out as another climax builds up in your tummy, causing you to sob in agony.

“Stupid baby, begging me to stop before each orgasm I give her. Isn’t this what you wanted, doll? Wanted to cum for daddy?”

“N-n-no,” you heave, knees buckling as you come undone once more, squirting out against the brutal man’s ministrations.

Steve simply chuckles. “No?” he asks mockingly, not letting up in the slightest at his pace or intensity. “Then why the hell were you rubbing that sweet little pussy when I came home from work, hmm? Was it because you thought your orgasms belonged to anyone other than me?”

“No, D-Daddy!” you promise, squeezing your eyes shut as tears trail down the sides of your cheeks.

“No, of course not. You’re not that stupid,” he groans as he slams harder into you. “You were just being a little slut, isn’t that right, sweetheart? Daddy’s baby just a little fucking whore?”

Sobbing into his fingers as they gag you, you fail to come up with an answer.

“That’s what I thought,” he grunts, his hand coming out of your mouth and down with a slap to yank up the hood of your clit, exposing the raw nub to the brutal vibrations. “Then I don’t wanna hear any more begging, princess. Daddy’s gonna have his way with you now, show you what you get when you decide to break the rules.”

Whimpering helplessly as rolls the vibe over your swollen nub, he croons, “Shhh, don’t cry, baby. Don’t cry. Just giving my precious little girl what she asked for.”

[saeyoungchoismaid]

The brothers’ reaction to MC wearing an occult symbol

Genre: angst?, fluff Warnings: Belphie’s has earlier lesson spoilers. Y’all know the one  A/N: Writing Satan’s reminds me that I want to write hcs or fics where the whole demon thing is more realistic. Ya know like they kill people and that sort of thing but n e ways-

Lucifer:

it only took him a second to get a weird vibe from you 

well, not actually you but an energy coming from you 

once he gets close enough to you, he starts to feel his skin crawl

he looks over your being before spotting a hidden chain disappearing into your shirt

“May I?” he asks, bringing his hand close to your neck and pointing at your hidden necklace

you look down in confusion before realizing what he’s referring to 

“Oh. Uh, yeah, sure,” you reply confusedly but agree nonetheless 

he hesitates for only a second before grasping the necklace and pulling it up

he clenches his jaw when the chain starts to burn him, his fingers quickly releasing it once the hidden pendant is on the outside of your shirt

your eyes widen in shock when you see his red fingers pull away from your neck, a frown coming to your face 

“Ah, just as I thought,” he says softly, staring down at your chest

you flush and look down, spotting your necklace for everyone to see 

“I’m not sure if you know this or not but that pendant is actually an occult symbol. It wards off demons and burns them when they touch it. It’s honestly probably a good idea to wear it until everyone gets used to your presence,” he informs before taking a step away from you 

you gently pick it up between your fingers, staring down at it with a frown

“Oh, okay,” you say softly

you didn’t like the thought of hurting anyone but he has a point. They’ve already explained to you that not all demons are friendly with humans, so some might try to attack you 

guess this pendant will be useful during your stay 

(don’t worry. You eventually take it off for Mr. Grumpy Pants)

Mammon:

he always gets uncomfortable being too close to you but not for the reasons you think 

this man is a SIMP, okay?

he wants to be near you 24/7 but physically finds it hard to do so 

it takes him a while to figure out why though 

one day, you wear a low-cut shirt and there lays a necklace around your neck 

of course, this man looks STRAIGHT at your chest because woughnwgwg exposed skin 

but then he notices the necklace 

do you always wear that?

“Heya, (Y/n). Do ya, uh, always wear that necklace?” he asks you after pondering on it for a while 

it would make sense as to why his skin always crawls and why he feels like he always has an itch he just can’t scratch 

you look down at the necklace and smile, picking it up between your delicate fingers

“Huh? Oh, yeah. It came with a Halloween costume I wore last year and I guess I liked it enough to always wear it,” you reply as you look down at it before letting it go 

he grunts and stares at it, trying to make it combust with his eyes alone 

“Do you think you could stop wearing it?” he asks softly

this makes your eyes widen, a small pout gracing your smooth lips 

“What? Why? Do you not like it?” you ask quietly, disappointment filling your tone 

and, of course, Mammon panics 

“What? No! Well, kinda. Not for the reason ya think though! It’s jus that it’s an occult symbol, meaning it’s used to keep demons away,” he sputters out before eventually getting to his point 

at this, your face becomes crestfallen 

“Oh. That’s why you guys always seem so nervous and uncomfortable around me...” you mumble

before he can comfort you, you take it off and move to throw it away 

“I won’t ever wear it again then,” you promise with a warm smile 

Levi: 

he knew something was off about you but he wasn’t sure what it was until the TSL competition 

just like the others, he felt itchy and maybe even a little sick when he got too close to you 

but you were so nice! and pretty! and smart! 

he couldn’t help wanting to get to know you better

when the TSL competition happened though, he ended up being blinded by jealousy and attacked you 

he got close enough to grab you by your shirt 

the thing is, your necklace flew out of your shirt when he tugged you forward and it fell across his hand

he hisses and pulls away from you, looking down at the red lines now adorning his skin 

this calms him down a bit surprisingly

you, on the other hand, were still freaking out 

“I’m sorry! What just happened? Are you okay?” you ask as you gently cradle his injured hand 

he stares at you in confusion before it converts to awe 

he just attacked you and you’re still worried about him 

yeah, he’s in love 

when he doesn’t reply, Lucifer steps in 

“Your necklace caused the burn. It’s an occult symbol, meaning it wards demons away. Guess it worked in your favor just now.”

“I’m sorry,” Levi says quickly after Lucifer is done talking 

he then swears that you won’t need to wear it around him anymore, feeling guilty for attacking you 

Satan:

this smart demon knew what he was feeling right away 

he’s read enough books to know that you probably have some sort of occult symbol on you somewhere 

he doesn’t bring it up though 

he’d rather hangout around you and feel his skin crawl and for his skin to go ice cold than to have you take it off and risk you getting in danger with other demons 

not that he’d let that happen. He’d skin someone alive before letting them close enough to hurt you 

once you two start getting closer though, you notice that if you try to hold his hand or to cuddle into him on the couch while watching a movie, he flinches away from you 

it breaks your heart, really 

which he instantly notices and realizes he has to talk to you about before he loses you 

“Darling, can I see you in my room for a moment?” Satan calls to you as you walk past his room, your heart skipping a beat as the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease

once you enter, he asks that you close his door, which causes you to grow nervous and excited at the same time 

once the door is closed, he starts to explain the whole situation to you 

he can’t even finish his explanation before you’re ripping it off your neck and throwing it away into his trash bin

he chuckles as he stands, meeting you by his desk where you threw the necklace away 

he bends over to take it out of the trash, grunting when the necklace burns him 

before he can hand it back to you, you snatch it out of his hand

“Why would you do that?” you cry in despair, your free hand cradling his injured one 

he smiles at you and squeezes your hand while his free hand comes up to bring your head up 

“Because I still want you to wear it when you go out. It would just be nice to be closer to you without it, my love,” he coos, making you gulp at how close he is to you 

you nod your head though and place it in your pocket, noticing the goosebumps covering his arms 

“I’ll go put it away in my room and then we can cuddle,” you declare

Asmo:

bruh 

he notices it right away because of course he tries getting close to you right away 

he gets a foot away from you and that’s when he feels it 

he pouts as he stops his prowl towards you, trying to shake off the feeling of unease and nervousness

which is definitely a new feeling for him 

he backs away from you and finds that those odd feelings are slowly fading away from his body 

weird 

he doesn’t really understand what it is until much later

he kept his distance but still flirted like a madman

which apparently worked since you liked him 

so, when he decides to ignore the weird feeling and goes to kiss you one day, his hands gently rest on the side of your neck as he kisses you 

well, he didn’t actually get to kiss you seeing as the chain burns his hands and he pulls away with a sharp gasp 

you both stare down at his red hands in silence, trying to process what just happened 

before you can even react, one of his hands come back to your neck and snaps your necklace off of you 

“Asmo!” you screech, going to pull it out of his grip when he throws it across the room

as soon as it’s out of his hand, his hands gently clasp your cheeks before smashing his lips to yours 

after a spicy makeout session, he briefly explains what your necklace was before going back to kissing you 

Beel: 

my poor baby didn’t understand what was going on 🥺

he’d go to give you a hug or offer you some food and found it impossible to be close to you 

it upset him immensely 

my mans likes to show his affection physically AND verbally like a legend 

but he can’t get closer than a foot to you before he starts to feel a different kind of pit in his stomach 

it wasn’t until you came to one of his games that it all became clear what was going on 

he made the final point needed to win the game, all of his teammates knocking against his helmet and lightly shoving him 

when you came over though, they parted like the red sea for you 

you squeezed Beel into a hug and it felt perfect other than the weird feeling that comes over him 

he moves to wrap his arms around your shoulders, his body suddenly jolting away from yours

your eyes widen at him, your heart lurching up in your throat 

did you make him uncomfortable? But it seemed like he was going to hug you back? 

he grabs your hand and starts to drag you off the field and away from prying eyes  

you try to ignore the butterflies in your tummy from his hand holding yours 

once you two are alone, he lets you go, which causes the butterflies to instantly die

“(Y/n), do you think you could get rid of your necklace?” he asks nervously 

he’s afraid that he’s being too selfish by asking this of you 

your brows knit together in confusion, looking down at your necklace that you’ve been wearing for a couple of months now 

“What? Why? Do you not like it?” you ask worriedly, bringing your hands up to touch it 

he explains what happens to him when he gets near it, his eyes shining with sadness 

“Oh, why didn’t you just say so? Of course I can take it off,” you say as you go ahead and slip it off and place it in your pocket 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he reassures 

“I want to,” you reassure right back

Belphie:

so yeah, your necklace ended up saving your life 

when Belphie was released and turned out to be deceiving you this whole time, things went downwards really quickly 

when he moved to choke you, your necklace burned his hands

he pulled away in shock, giving his brothers time to jump in and save the day 

once everything was sorted out and he apologized, you two slowly became friends

he resented what he did and that necklace of yours

he’s sure that after what he did, you wouldn’t trust him enough to take off your necklace 

and for a while, it was true 

you would tense up around him, make excuses to leave, etc.

once you two got past that “hey, sorry I tried to kill you” stage though, things started smoothing out

when you two started to like each other though, he hated that necklace even more 

it got to a point where he wanted to cuddle and kiss you so bad but he didn’t have the confidence to ask you to take off the pendant 

luckily for him though, you took it off yourself 

“Where’s your necklace?” he asks curiously when you come up to hug him, his body instantly sensing the difference 

“I wanted to be able to hold you like this without you looking like you wanted to die,” you tease half playfully 

he blushes as he wraps his arms around you 

he never realized how transparent he was until now 

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Touch starved/ hurt reader - hcs or scenarios the turtles? Reader super cool regarding friendship, like funny and open etc etc, but if someone tries to do anything that implies a bit more regarding romantic stuff they are kinda like oop- no. Reader is kinda jumpy and just freezes when someone’s they like does any kind of affection ( blushes a lot, try to run away and avoid those situations) people have taken them for granted which has make them a bit cold and defensive in that area- they want to be more affectionate ( which they know deep down it’s what they crave) but it’s kinda they are a scared / angry cat? Please, hope this makes sense, thank you

( also regarding looks and gender I think you can go with they/them so everyone can see a look but if themselfs in the scenario, and if you are going to any kind of skin ship, make the reader extremely defensive over their arms and tummy pls, I do love hugs but if anyone touches my hips I’ll try to get away so fast omg sbbtjfjdkdksn and I will just close off momentarily, I absolutely hate it, I’m more on the heavy side ( talk and chubby ) and if anyone’s touches the “giggly” parts I get extremely upset ( because of how ppl havemade fun of it over the years) and I think the boys would be very “??? What?” To that reaction cuz they didn’t think it was some thing bad to have? ( like a more soft and chunky/chubby body) because they haven’t been exposed long enough to society’s judgment or beauty standards ( I mean they know about! The ones who would have read more about it maybe it’s Leo and Donnie, but what I mean maybe they have never experienced something like this - themselfs irl) Eitherway this ask is already so long omg I’m sorry and thank you, if it’s too much you don’t have to do it, have a good night/ day!)

Okay first of all I love you and I would die for you. You are a perfect human being and there is literally no one else like you. Your body does a damn good job of keeping all of your organs in place and that's what matters. If anyone tells you different you rock their absolute shit.

And don't worry, I understood the request perfectly so no worries on that, I've got a similar body type except I'm really short. But I'm also super defensive over being touched or having those parts of my body perceived, so trust me when I say you're not alone. We be vibing with this together.

Now to the writing!

TMNT Headcanons

Boys reacting to a touch starved/defensive reader

Michaelangelo

Look man, our boy here is body positivity central, he thinks you look amazing and he wants everyone to know it

As far as you two go he's your best friend, your homie, your main man

So of course he's gonna wanna show you off, why wouldn't he?

He doesn't think you'd have a reason to not be okay with it, you've always been playful with him and his brothers

So obviously there's some widespread confusion once Casey gets tossed into the mix

All Mikey had done was reach behind him and snag you by the waist to pull you over

That was all

The words "and this is my best friend, y/n" never got the chance to leave his mouth

He was definitely not expecting you to squeak out in protest and scramble away from him as fast as humanly possible

Your face was burning red and you were clutching your sides, desperately trying not to bare your teeth in defence

Mikey couldn't help but feel heartbroken

Was there something wrong with him?

You sent Casey an unenthusiastic wave before turning on your heel and basically running out

Leaving a very confused orange turtle behind you

When he finally managed to catch up to you later you rushed to explain why you'd reacted the way you did

You couldn't stand his expression when you explained that no- you didn't think he was disgusting and no, he hadn't done anything wrong.

But he did seem baffled at you telling him that it was because you hated being touched there.

"Look Mikey, I've got no problem with the whole contact thing but you gotta give me a warning or something before you go around grabbing me. Okay?"

He was 100% fine with that

Anything to make you comfortable

But you both got to the point of being able to laugh at your reaction to the turtle trying to hold your hand

"Seriously Michaelangelo, I have a reputation to maintain. How am I supposed to do that when you're giving me feelings?"

Donatello

It completely baffled him

By all accounts it didn't make sense

You threw around compliments like you were playing hot potato and for whatever reason you'd always find someway to playfully flirt with him

But the second one of his brothers suggested something other than the innocent friendship the two of you had you would shut down completely

And coincidentally those types of comments were made at the most inconvenient times

Nothing screamed awkward more than you going stone cold and standoffish over a piece of pie

Bubbly and excited one moment, tossing around those positive affirmations to your favorite people

And staring murderously at an inanimate object the next

You were like an unsolvable rubix cube to him

But he was determined to figure you out

"Y/N?"

You didn't appear to be busy, just sitting on the haphazard bunk in your makeshift area with a book in your lap

The others had gone out on patrol and you weren't sure where Splinter was at that particular moment which left you and Donnie holding down the lair until they got back

The perfect time to approach the subject

"Hey y/n? Can I ask you something?"

His voice always got a little louder when you were alone, less afraid of being overheard. You looked up with a smile

"Fire away Dove."

His cheeks flushed in surprise

"uhhhhh... whydoyounotlikeme?"

You set your book down and leaned forward to stare at him

"Elaborate."

And he did, god he did, he did it at the speed of sound of course, but you caught every word

let me tell you, this boys heart broke for you when you told him that you did like him

you really really did

but the thought of being romantically involved with anyone made you shut down

Donnie assured you that it was fine

he'd wait for you as long as you needed

Raphael

Look, Raph knows a thing or two about being self conscious

out of all of his brothers he's the one who worries about his appearance the most

but you- holy shit he thinks you're the most amazing, perfect human in the world

so when he finds out that you hate being touched and that thinking about relationships makes your skin crawl he doesn't know whether to genuinely cry for you or punch someone in the mouth

both is okay

You'd always been very bold with your words and sometimes you'd even joke that you couldn't even tell when you were flirting with him

it just slipped out

and hearing that even though you could pull that off as easy as breathing and compliment all of them endlessly but you struggled to be comfortable in your own body?

that was a lot to unpack in one sitting

but the longer he sat with you and listened to you talk him through it the more he understood

sure, it was horrible

and he wouldn't likely stop thinking about hurting the people who'd done this to you (there'd be too many to count)

but you had a way of making him understand things

it was his favorite thing about you

"Uh- you know y/n, I uh- personally I think you look great. Like- all the time."

plz insert awkward finger guns here

there, your playful smirk was back and you were wiggling your eyebrows at him

"Awhhhh... is that Raph I see having feelings?"

Leonardo

he'd done enough listening and reading to know how society treated people who it thought was different

and he hated that you'd had to experience that for most of your life

when it came down to it and he saw that you had become particularly hard on yourself he took it upon himself to check in with you

that's how you'd started meditating with him

and you'd found it quite relaxing if you were completely honest

Leo told you that meditation was the best way to connect with your body and understand it

you hoped that in time you would understand what he meant by that

but the positive affirmations were doing something, so you'd take it

he'd always encourage you when you couldn't yourself

and always jump to your defense when the others got a little to out of bounds with their words

you still would noticeably flinch when touched without warning

they were all working with that

and he still found himself saddened that you'd recoil back into your protective walls if anyone mentioned anything inherently romantic

but you were coming around

and he was endlessly proud of you for that

Alright I hope I was able to get down what you were thinking. This one definitely took the most contemplating out of any of the requests I've gotten so I hope you like it!

[savnofilter]

Another Year Together

Todoroki x 『GN』Reader

↬ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): intoxication, mentions of partying too hard, injuries and cleaning said injuries, crack (?), fluff.

↬ᴡᴄ: 2.5k [10 mins].

↬ᴀ/ɴ: ahhhh i was bummed that i dont have any sfw shouto reqs *cough cough* send some- *cough cough* anyways so i made up a scenario of my own! i have more fluff ideas i'd love to put out but this may be the birthday fic or i'll post something else tonight if i can~ every time there needs to be a party, just know either mina or kaminari threw it. also its a little rushed because i wanted to get this out tonight and this is the longest sfw piece ive ever written. ;; pffft hopefully you all will love this as much as i loved writing it, happy birthday shouto!

"Stay still." Shouto muttered to you as you squirmed away from the harsh sting the disinfectant alcohol caused your bruised skin.

"Mmmnhmm... M' sorry." You utter haltingly, your leg jerking once more from the sudden sensation. You look up at him with puppy eyes, guilt-stricken as you have already broken your promise.

He stared at you for a few seconds before his gaze softened as you stuck out your bottom lip with a sorrowful look on your face. As he smooths the cloth over your exposed thighs, he softly sighs under his breath, expertly concealing the roll of his eyes. Todoroki was relieved that your reflexes were still in shape, the abuse of the liquor not interfering much with your cognition... at least not too much. 

You two shared the same birthday. He had no idea that celebrating your big day of turning 21 would've been so hectic. As many things between you and Todorooki, you guys took today as a competition. The day started with you both trying to one-up each other since Todoroki’s lucky day was yours as well. First, your day with a breakfast made by him -- with the assistance of Bakugo of course. You couldn’t help the warm swell in your heart at how much effort he had put into it but it wouldn’t top you! While you two interned at the same agency it was pretty easy to surprise him with a big B-Day lunch and an obnoxious bouquet.

“This is a little too much…” 

“There is no such thing as too much for you, Sho.”

Truthfully, he felt that way because he wanted to wow you as well. He was glad that today was a calm day concerning his patrol watch, giving him time to map up his day today and think about all the other miscellaneous thoughts that roamed his head. The painting he had saved for this momentous day sat in the back of his head as he patrolled the streets, the small accessory along with it sitting next to the rest of his pee-pee pouches making him grow nervous. I had kept the small item with him in fear of losing it, the last thing he needed was it to go missing under his watch.

You on the other handheld no qualms about goofing off for the day. Now, you weren’t entirely wasting away the day, you just simply knew how to let loose. With the great news you’d be staying in the office you had more than enough time to help plan and finalize Todoroki’s surprise birthday party. You bit your lip as you checked in with your longtime friend, Kaminari, to host the momentous occasion. Your mind was mostly occupied with the thought of the party and the small but significant present that you had in your desk draw. You and Todoroki had the same mind, the only thing setting you apart is you somehow being more… airhead than him. 

Impossible, right? Not at all. That’s how it explains why he was busy cleaning up your injuries.

After being sent home early you had taken him out to lunch for some soba and well, boba as a great lunch treat — simple enough. You both were full upon going back home, giving you two a few hours to snuggle up and nap to rejoice with the sleep you two had lost from over the time having part-time heroes. Holding back the excited news of the party was hard to do, the first thing you did when you woke up was jump up and usher him to get up as well.

“What -- why??” Shouto glared as he was forced to sit up, rubbing his eyes with the free hand that you didn’t use to pull him up.

“C’mooonn! I just have one more thing to show you for today!” You beam brightly. Your facial expression was as bright as ever like you hadn’t just slept for 4 hours before that. Everything in his body wanted to resist but he couldn’t as he wouldn’t bring himself to. It took but only an hour for the both of you to get ready, sending Kaminari a quick text to make sure that everything was set for sure. 

“Honey, I know this might sound a little odd but I need you to put this on.” You hand him the blindfold once you find him dressed and ready. You couldn’t help but grin at his confused face when he stares at the piece of fabric.

“I thought you said we were going out?” He asks mildly confused, taking it and putting it on anyway.

You paused and gave yourself a moment to think about his response, your cheeks feeling hot at the insinuation. Todoroki’s small giggle makes you feel better about your flustered words, rolling your eyes annoyed when he teased you like that. “Just hold onto my hand okay?” You instruct, hand coming up to hold him as an example. He nods his head as he follows your lead, more excited than what he led on.

The trip from your apartment down to your car didn’t take too long, the assistance of helping him not trip over his shoes harder than you thought. It was hard to keep back your laugh as he fumbled here and there, the most highlight of your experience was helping him in his care (like he usually did with you) and even buckling in his seat (not something he did for you). You were practically buzzing in your seat in excitement as you took off as soon as you were ready, the journey to his place not too far from your own. You bobbed your head to the music of the radio as you vibed along with the beats, fingers tapping the steering wheel as you mumbled the lyrics to whatever song played. Had it not been winter time in Japan you would’ve had the windows down, but you had to settle with the subtle and gentle breeze of the heaters on your skin instead.

“We’re here.” You announced your arrival. You used the keycard Kaminari had given you as the entrance to his apartment complex and zoomed-in irresponsibly. It was easy finding a parking space on the higher levels conveniently the same as his home. You hopped out and helped Todoroki out from his seat and helped him to the elevator. “Promise me to have fun, okay?” The question was simple enough, but your level of fun always exceeded his. 

The sentence made him turn in your direction with confusion heavy on the top of his head. You took out the key from your pocket and jiggled it into the lock. As soon as he was about to open his mouth you yoinked the blindfold off his eyes, the first thing his eyes seeing your cheerful grin and everyone popping up from their hiding places and throwing the decorations up that they held in their hands.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” 

Todoroki was taken back from the whole thing. How many people were there, the familiar faces, the decorations, and just overall effort that was put into this. He couldn’t help but look over at you with the same adoration he normally did when you looked the other way. He was greeted by so many of his friends and mutuals, the overwhelming amount of gifts that sat on the table, and the arrangement of food and drinks that sat up in the spacious room. In the back of his head, he knew he would have to keep an eye on you, and he was right.

The group had gathered to get some cake to get it out the way, the bonus of ice cream filling your tummy with happiness. As soon as you had finished your dessert plate, you declared everyone should loosen up; since no one objected, you went straight for shots. First, it was one, two, then it was two at once, then it was some straight from Mina’s belly button. You held no restraint at your alcohol intake, taking the immature opportunity to drink to your heart’s content. While you were liberal with your amount, Todoroki decided to take in practically none. The verses of your habits are almost amusing to watch like your two contrasting but similar personalities.

Later in the night when the mayhem had started. You and a few friends decided to dance on a few more dangerous surfaces, guaranteeing the sacrifice of one of them being Kaminari’s glass table. 

“Holy shit—” Mina quickly rushed to your side, the same drunken posture and smile on her face as she tried to help you up, careful not to get the same glass shards that scattered the floor. “Are you okay-?!”

“YO Y/N WILDING!” Denki tries helping you up too, the help of the duo helping you somewhat.

You stumbled to get up, the flashlight of other people’s phones making you weary. “I-I’m fine-” You managed to let out, standing as you tried to clear your head and drink the water handed towards you. Either the H2O in that cup gave you courage or you simply went crazy. “let’s go again!” 

Todoroki was left speechless upon watching you continue to party on, knowing damn well he'd have to stop you soon. He wasn’t one to attend parties, and most times when he did they always ended up like this. It seemed after your fall that the knock had given you a sign to calm down at least, deciding to drink more beverages that didn’t hold liquor in it. After some time he had managed to get you in his lap, holding you as he monitored your well-being. 

As much as your reckless behavior would have annoyed someone else, he found it almost endearing. Well… not really in the sense you were drinking yourself silly, but in the fact that you still had the spirit to keep up and party even after the effects of your last hour of madness. It wasn’t long till you had gotten comfortable in his arms you had successfully partied yourself to sleep. Todoroki was careful in lifting you, thanking everyone from attending before quietly slipping out from the apartment. 

He took a deep breath as he somehow managed to find your car, maneuvering to get you into the car and hopping in on his side to drive you home. Todoroki made sure to drive carefully in hopes that you wouldn’t barf all over his car that you had used to get there. The drive back was much quicker than when you two had headed up since it was practically dead at night and the streets empty. He liked drives like these. A part of him was sad that you weren’t awake for it.

Your boyfriend repeated the same process when he had pulled into your apartment complex, picking up your body and bringing you up to your shared home. He was dedicated to getting you situated, prepared to take care of you as much as he needed to. That’s how he found himself tending to your scrapes and bruises right now.

“You know I’m never going to let you drink again.” Shouto teases you, smirking lightly at your sad expression.

“You’d never!” You argued back with the same teasing tone, moving to cross your arms, stifling the pain as you did so.

Todoroki snorts at your dedication to hold up the act, nodding his head as he finished cleaning up your legs. “You’re right. But don’t expect me not to monitor you from now on.” 

A smile tugs at your lips at his words, uncrossing your arms. The lingering drunk feeling still played in how you thought and spoke but not managing to affect how effortless it was to talk to Shouto. You blushed when he picked up your hands, kissing the back of your hands as he spoke to you once again.

“I have a present for you.” He mutters against your skin, eyes trained on the fresh bandages before looking up at you. He wasn’t looking for an answer and he didn’t wait for one either. He hoped that you couldn’t tell that he was weary, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. 

Your eyes widened at the realization of what he held in his hand, your heart beating faster as you sat up in your chair. “Sh-Sho?”

“It’s not what you think.” He responds almost defensively. Shouto bites his lip in anticipation, fiddling with the little box. “... it’s a promise ring,” Todoroki concludes. He felt like he had to explain himself for the slightly expensive jewelry. “If you don’t want it-”

You had engulfed him in a hug, pulling him tight against you as you had started to sob. You couldn’t think of words for how happy you were. The only thing that had taken over your body was actions. You nuzzled your face into his neck once his arms wrapped around your shaking your body. His hands soothingly rubbed your back, letting you get out what you wanted. He couldn’t help but laugh when you pull away with the most love-filled face he’d ever seen you make.

“You okay?”

“I’m perfect!” You hastily wiped your face with the help of Shouto, shakily laughing once he leaned into pepper your face with kisses. 

“I was afraid that I scared you,” Shouto admits. You shake your head as you grab his hands, placing his palms on your cheeks, appreciating his soft palms.

“No… your hands are really soft…” You mumble. Your mind went blank as you tried to remember the next line you were going to speak, pouting as you looked around for the answer. The shock of him handing you the ring has successfully shaken you into processing your brain a little better, the heavy impacts of your drinking still lingering on.

“Are you okay?” He asks, worried. You nod your head in affirmation. 

“A kiss could cheer me up.” You give him the same puppy eyes that you used before, weaponizing your cuteness to your advantage. He slightly cringed at the thought, hesitating before leaning in and placing a soft kiss against yours. He prepared himself to taste the alcohol against his lips. He pulled away once he deemed it ready, wiping his mouth and getting the ring he kept in his hand the whole day.

“I think you owe me by wearing the ring for making me kiss you.” He huffs, slipping the ring on your finger, his heart beating at the sound of your giggle.

“Nah you love me without the ring~”

“Yes, but I’d prefer you with it on.” He stands up and holds his hand out for you, taking you into his arms once again for the night and carrying you to your room. “For now get some rest, okay?” He sat you down on the bed and got you changed out of your clothes, sneaking in a few playful kisses here and there to make you laugh. Shouto’s main focus was just to get you situated to sleep peacefully for the night. 

“G’night, Sho…” You mutter to him as you got comfortable in the sheets. Although the returning soreness didn’t go away you had managed to close your eyes and get comfortable.

“Goodnight.” He watched you until you fell asleep before leaving the room to prepare for you the pain medication you’d need in the morning for your impending hangover. 

You never needed the promise ring to let you know he loved you; his actions always told you so.

[oliviaischillin1204]

countdown

Pairings: Platonic Mai/Ty Lee

Word Count: 2,194 words

me? writing atla tfic? it’s more likely than you think

anyways this is based on an ask i got a bit ago, hope y’all enjoy! i’m trying to branch out the fandoms i write for, so i’m happy i managed to finish this one lol

Even though the war was over, the nations were reunited, and the world was saved, Mai was still bored. Which, go figure. She’d been bored for most of her life.

But it was a little easier, now. Even when they were kids, there was still the pressure put on them by their families and their positions, and Mai found that she was never fully capable of having innocent childhood fun. Since her short stint in prison for the last few weeks of the war, followed by the actual end of the century-long war, that pressure had considerably decreased, leaving her with less scrutiny and more free time.

Which is how she found herself yet again on the island of Kyoshi, visiting one of the only people in the world she cared to check up on herself. It wasn’t a bad place to live, all things considered-- the lack of any royal or noble presence was a plus, and the Kyoshi Warriors, she’d come to learn, were overall pretty cool. She’d even had a couple sparring sessions with them, informal matches that were more about showing off than beating each other, but they’d helped her realize that it was getting surprisingly easier for her to just have fun. It was a weird feeling, but she didn’t mind it.

Still, when it came down to it, there was really only one reason why Mai kept coming back to Kyoshi Island. That reason was currently hanging upside down from a tree.

“Mai!” Ty Lee called, the blood alreading starting to rush to her head. “Do you think I can flip off of this branch?”

“Probably,” Mai replied with her patented flatness. She herself was lying on a stone bench under the tree. Every now and then she would toss a small knife in the air and catch it, until lifting her arm became too tedious for the task.

She heard Ty Lee making a dissatisfied noise from the tree, and so she tried again. “Try flipping off it and landing on your hands.”

She felt rather than saw Ty Lee brighten. “Oh, fun!” The leaves above Mai’s head shook as Ty Lee readjusted herself, and after a moment she grunted, presumably releasing herself from the branch.

“I did it!” she called out from somewhere to Mai’s right, and Mai let a small smile curve her lips.

“Nice.”

The afternoon settled back into a peaceful silence. Mai didn’t hate the boredom, if she was being honest. It felt comfortable, like a worn robe. It also helped that Ty Lee was perfectly capable of entertaining herself, so Mai didn’t have to try to be someone she’s not just to please her friend.

Today, however, Ty Lee did seem a little off. Nothing that was a cause of concern, but there was a little extra jitteryness to her today, a lack of concentration that was apparent in the way she was wholly unable to achieve any sort of stillness.

“Did you drink some bad tea or something?” Mai asked bluntly as Ty Lee began fidgeting yet again.

Ty Lee seemed surprised that Mai called her out, but there wasn’t any hesitation in her voice as she answered. “Nope! I’m just... in a weird mood, I guess.”

Mai hummed. “Vibe check?”

“It’s called an aura, I know you know this--!” Ty Lee retorted with their old argument, before she continued, “And it’s a little foggy today, but also, like, glittery? Glittery fog? Foggy glitter? Does that make sense?”

“No.”

“Well, that’s what it is.” And with that, Ty Lee fell back to the ground, pulling up random handfuls of grass and scattering them in the wind.

Mai didn’t respond, instead picking up her knife to throw it again. Whatever. If Ty Lee said she was fine, then she was fine.

A few minutes later, the silence was broken again by Ty Lee’s voice.

“Hey, do you remember that game we used to play?”

Mai flipped her knife again, caught it. “Which one?”

It took Ty Lee a few seconds to answer, which was a little weird. Mai didn’t turn her head to check, but she figured the other girl might’ve just been focused on holding a pose and forgot her own question. That happened sometimes.

But then Mai heard Ty Lee clear her throat, and when she spoke again, there was an overcasual air to it.

“Countdown?”

Mai froze with her hand halfway raised, her knife held loosely in her fingers as if she was a moment away from throwing it. She rolled her head to the side, and caught sight of Ty Lee sitting crosslegged on the ground.

“Countdown?” Mai repeated, and she watched a light blush blossom on Ty Lee’s face as she nodded.

“Yeah!” she replied, enthusiastic and bright. “Remember, I’d get into a specific position, like, um, standing on my hands or balanced on one foot, and I’d have to hold it for a certain amount of time, and then, um, you’d--”

“I remember it,” Mai cut her off. Ty Lee floundered for a moment before pressing on, a smile back on her face.

“That was such a fun game! And you were always really good at it, too!” she continued. She opened her mouth to say something else, but she seemed to change her mind; instead, she merely finished, “Yep. Good times!”

She immediately folded herself forward, getting up on her hands and walking along the rocky terrain. Mai watched her as she moved. Her legs pedaled subconciously to keep her balance. Her right wrist gave the slightest twinge when she put pressure on it, an old childhood injury that never fully healed. Every ten seconds, she’d huff a breath from her nose to blow a stray strand of hair from her face.

Mai knew Ty Lee very well. So the fact Ty Lee thought Mai wouldn’t pick up on what she was actually asking for-- well, it was almost insulting.

She laid her knife on the bench as she sat up slowly, peering at Ty Lee from across the courtyard. When her back was turned, Mai rose and meandered across the yard.

“Hey,” she called as she got near. Despite her position, Ty Lee didn’t startle; she merely looked up at Mai, a pleasant expression on her face.

“Hey!”

Mai got right to it. “Wanna play Countdown?”

Now Ty Lee startled, gracefully falling out of her handstand as she landed on the cobblestone. She looked up at Mai with a surprised expression.

“Really?” she asked. “You don’t think it’s too... silly?”

Mai shrugged. “It is.”

She looked down at Ty Lee again, raising an eyebrow. The two stared at each other for a minute before Ty Lee began lightly giggling.

“Um, okay! Great!” she said. It was funny how flustered she already was. “Um, so what should I...?”

Mai shrugged. “I mean, you’re stronger than you used to be. Can you hold a more difficult pose?”

Ty Lee brightened at the compliment, her cheeks a fairly rosy hue now. “Probably!”

She rose halfway, contorting herself differently as Mai watched. It didn’t take her long to come into a simple back bend, a bit more contorted than anyone else would be in that position, but that was Ty Lee for you. Always pushing herself just this side of normal.

A back bend, interestingly enough, also led to her bare stomach being exposed to the open air. Mai didn’t say anything.

She reached forward, shifting Ty Lee’s skirt so it wouldn’t get caught on anything, but the other girl tensed under the light touch, her smile growing somehow even wider on her face. Mai quirked her lips.

“How long do you wanna go?”

Ty Lee scrunched her face in contemplation. “Maybe five minutes?”

Mai’s eyebrows shot up. “You seriously think you can last five whole minutes?”

Honestly, she hadn’t even meant anything with that statement, but the way Ty Lee’s body twitched in self defense made Mai remember why she was so good as this game.

“Um--” Ty Lee said, her voice high. “Okay, two minutes?”

Mai rolled her eyes. “One minute. If you can take that, we’ll keep going.”

Spirits, Ty Lee’s face was getting redder and redder, and Mai knew it was only partly due to the blood rushing to her head. She nodded once, her smile anticipatory and warm.

Mai’s lips quirked into a smirk. Without preamble she lifted one hand above Ty Lee’s stomach.

“Go.”

As soon as the word was out of her mouth, she began skittering five fingers right in the center of Ty Lee’s tummy. Ty Lee gasped, her torso jerking away from Mai’s touch before she got herself under control.

“Ahahaha! Mai!”

“One,” Mai said, ignoring Ty Lee. She lazily drew random patterns along Ty Lee’s skin with her nails. “Two. Three. Four--”

Ty Lee squealed, wiggling back and forth as much as she could in her position. “Nahahaha!”

Mai tsked. “Hold still.” She brought up her second hand, tracing the stretch of skin between Ty Lee’s hips and stomach. 

Ty Lee gasped again, locking her joints and letting her head fall back limply. “Mahahahahai!”

“What?” Mai asked, a sly smile on her face. “Just stay still, it’s not that hard.”

Ty Lee snorted, scrunching her eyes shut. “Keep cohohohounting!”

Oh, yeah. Mai’s smile grew as she continued, “Four. Five. Six. Seven--”

This went on for a bit, Mai just giving the lightest tickles to Ty Lee’s tummy area and Ty Lee giggling away at the gentle touches. It wasn’t until Mai’s hand drifted just a bit to far to one side that her laughter increased dramamtically.

“Mai!” she cried, rocking away from the touch. “Not there!”

Mai ignored her, instead choosing to focus her attacks on both of Ty Lee’s sides.  “Twenty one. Twenty two. Twenty three--”

She almost couldn’t hear herself counting over the sound of Ty Lee’s laughter; the acrobat was almost continuously rocking back and forth now, desperately trying to evade the evil tickles. Yet despite her frantic escape attempts, she still held her pose, her hands and feet still firmly planted on the ground. Mai smiled to herself. Ty Lee never gave up without a fight.

“Thrity five. Thirty six. Thirty seven--”

Still, that didn’t mean Mai was just gonna let her win.

“Thirty eight. Thirty nine. Forty--”

Mai crouched down suddenly, rearranging herself so she was level with the arch of Ty Lee’s stomach. Slowing the tickles for just a moment, she reached one hand over to continue to scratch at Ty Lee’s other side, while the other slowly drifted down to tickle along her exposed back. Ty Lee gave a choking gasp, and her eyes flew open again.

“Nahahaha! Mai! Plehehease!”

“Forty one,” she continued, tazing two fingers into Ty Lee’s side while her other hand aimed for the dip of her lower back. “Forty two. Forty three--”

By this point, Mai’s laughter was nearly entirely screams; her arms and legs shook, dangerously close to giving out on her.

“Gonna give up?” Mai asked, interrupting herself to lean over Ty Lee’s face. The other girl’s face was bright red, and her smile was wider than Mai had seen in years.

Through her peals of laughter, Ty Lee cracked an eye open. “Neveheheher!”

Mai sighed, loud enough to signify that she didn’t mean it. “Whatever.”

And with that, she leaned forward to blow a raspberry against Mai’s exposed side.

Mai shrieked, arms and legs folding in as she dropped to the ground. She tried to roll away, but Mai easily followed her, hands coming back to mercilessly attack all around Ty Lee’s bellybutton. 

“You lost,” Mai said, as if Ty Lee wasn’t writhing with giggles below her. “Too bad.”

Ty Lee didn’t respond, too busy weakly batting at Mai’s hands. “Nahahaha!”

Mai hummed. “Still have to finish the minute,” she replied, enjoying how Ty Lee’s head weakly fell back to the ground as she continued laughing. “Stay still. Forty four. Forty five. Forty six--”

Finally, after many more giggles and snorts and squeals, Mai slowed her hands until she was merely tracing over Ty Lee’s skin. The other girl laid on the ground, only slightly wiggling when Mai’s fingers ghosted too closely to her sweet spots.

“That was fun,” Ty Lee giggled, stretching out like a housecat as she relaxed into the gentle touches. She cracked open one eye to peer up at Mai. “Thank you so much for playing Countdown with me, Mai! Did you have fun, too?”

Her cheerfulness was nauseating, but Mai couldn’t honestly say that she hated it. Still, she kept her face and voice neutral as she replied, “Whatever. It’s not like there was anything better to do.”

Ty Lee giggled, giving Mai a knowing look.

“That’s not what your aura says,” she teased. “It’s all smooth and clear now. You had fun, you can admit it--”

She cut herself off with another squeal as Mai abruptly squeezed her side again.

“Shut up,” Mai said, but there was the smallest of smiles on her face. As Ty Lee smiled up at her yet again, even Mai had to admit that there were worse ways to spend the day.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Kissing Dead Pearls (Part 12)

Azula wishes that she could say her first date went flawlessly. But it didn’t. She was awkward as hell and she isn’t sure how she’d managed to get a second one. God, she doesn’t even know why she had been so awkward, they’d been friends since childhood. But she always finds herself tripping over her own emotions when it comes to love, romance, and softer things. 

She isn’t meant for it. She is meant for competition and relishing in victory. For bursts of power and excitement, the thrill of a new endeavor or achievement. And yet she found herself wandering the boardwalk that evening hand in hand with her childhood friend. The sun was well on its way down painting the entirety of the boardwalk in a vivid shade of orange. 

“Sno-cone?” Sokka offered. “Cotton candy?” 

He had been spoiling her all night and she was the one with the cash to throw around. She’d made a promise to herself to make sure to pay for their next date and to make it a somewhat upscale one. 

“Just cotton candy.” She answered. They hadn’t even made it to the tiki restaurant that he’d wanted to show her, she didn’t want to fill up on snack food before they got there. He held out a cotton candy cone, picked a small blue fluff of it off, and said, “open your mouth.”

“Why?” She’d asked holding her hand out. 

He had rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna feed it to you.”

“I can feed myself?”

His laugh had been precious, she almost didn’t mind that it was at her expense. Her cheeks had slightly colored. “Sometimes couples like to feed each other.”

Azula crinkled her brows, “why?”

“Because it’s romantic.” He replied simply.

“How so?”

He laughs again. “I don’t know, I didn’t make the rule. Now open your mouth.”

Hesitantly, Azula obliged and he popped the piece of cotton candy onto her tongue. There was a burst of sugary sweetness as it dissolved. 

“Was that so hard?” He nudged her. 

“It was agonizing difficult.” She grumbled, folding her hands over her chest. 

He slung an arm across her neck and over her shoulder. “C’mon, we’re almost there.” He pointed to a small little shack with a straw and bamboo roof. Colorful paper lanterns hung from the boarders of the roof and decorated the ceiling. On each of the four supporting posts, circled bright strands of cheap lights shaped like pineapples and flamingos. 

“Tacky.” She commented with a roll of her eyes. 

“Tiki.” He corrected, making her wonder why she felt so flustered when he’d been the one making the cringeworthy jokes. 

Even from that distance she had heard the thrumming, upbeat drums of that year’s most popular reggaeton hit. No wonder he’d liked that restaurant so much. He took her hand again and tugged her along in an excited speedwalk. “Alright, Azula, are you ready for the best smoothie you’ll ever taste!?” 

He was so enthusiastic that she had to crack a smile. “I hope that they’re as good as you say they are.” 

“They have some pretty tasty onion rings too.” 

It was getting easier but her tummy was still fluttering incessantly. Sokka pulled out a stool and motioned for her to have a seat. Azula looked the chair over and took a deep breath, she had to boost herself up on the lower rung of the chair and quite literally climb it to actually get to her seat, it left her feeling doubly awkward. Sokka’s chuckling hadn’t helped. He wiped a tear from his eye, “geez, sometimes I forget that you're that short.”

“Shut up!” She snapped, he only snickered harder. She was certain that he was getting a kick out of seeing her face go bright red. 

There were so many couples out and about that night, and somehow she felt like she just stood out among them. As though she were some sort of fake, a bizarre parody of what a girlfriend was supposed to be and look like. Her laughs had been too forced and there had been undertones of nervousness. And for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why. She’d known him for so long and she’d never had any problems conversing with him. Never had any problems being herself.

But somehow this was different. Something about it just was. 

She felt like she was on her way to ruining not just their new relationship, but their longtime friendship as well. 

“You alright?” He asked. 

She’d nodded. 

“You just…” he trailed off and took an onion ring and then a sip of his smoothie--mango-peach--and continued, “aren’t being you.” He seemed to think for a moment before backtracking, “you seem anxious. Am I doing something wrong?”

Her heart halted. Because it was her. Something was wrong with her, not him. She shakes her head, “you’re fine, Sokka.”  

He gave her a soft smile and cupped his hand over hers. His ocean blue eyes were so soft and loving, it made her feel that much guiltier. “This is your first date, isn’t it?”

She nodded. 

“It’s always a little awkward at first.” He assured. 

Azula thought that it ran a little deeper than that. Genuinely, she wanted the affection. Truly a kiss sounded nice. But actually receiving one? The very possibility that her night would probably end with one…? It caused her stomach to lurch. 

It was just that she hadn’t ever opened up before. Never found the courage to show a softer side of herself and it just felt weird and wrong to do so.

Sokka hummed softly, “hey, I have an idea!” He declared. 

“Is it a good one?”

He wriggled his brows. “It’s an idea.”

Azula buried her face in her hands, each time he’d ever said that, it turned out to be a dreadful one. 

“You just sit there, okay?”

She bit the inside of her cheek. “Sure, Sokka.” She paused, “but if this is awful, I’m going to throw you off of the pier, understand?”

He flashed her a mischievous grin, “guess I better get my swim trunks on.” 

That night she was exposed to the worst karaoke cover that she’d ever heard, but it sure as hell made her feel less obvious and out of place. For that night she was simply, ‘that girl with the karaoke boyfriend’. 

He certainly was no siren. He was more comparable to, perhaps a walrus where vocal quality was concerned. 

That night she pushed him off of the pier just as she had promised. 

That night, he told her that she could take her time to get used to things, that they didn’t have to have their first kiss right away.

That night they had their first kiss anyways; on the edge of the dock she’d just thrown him from. He hugged her close and soaked her clothes with ocean water.

.oOo.

A walk on the boardwalk is out of the question, because that is where Sokka had taken her. It feels dreadfully strange to have her hand in Jet’s. It isn’t particularly unpleasant by any means. In fact, Jet is very sweet and gentle. A stark contrast to Sokka, who enjoyed playing rough with and teasing her. 

It is both a relief and a sting. The contrast is so stark that she doesn’t feel like she is trying to use him as a fill-in Sokka but it very considerably accentuates that Sokka is gone and that she is with someone else.

“How about a walk on the beach?” He suggests. 

That would make sense, they spend a lot of time on the beach surfing. Maybe they can have themselves a more passionate practices. But the beach is very close to the cove, she and Sokka’s cover. Though that beach isn’t the only beach, it is simply the closest one to her house. 

“There’s a beach across town that I’ve been meaning to check out.” Azula says. 

“Alright, a walk on the beach it is.” He beams. He slides an arm around her waist and leads her to his car.

Suddenly she feels shamefully shy again. Sokka is the only person she’d ever let touch her like that. Sokka is the only person who she thought would. Though it doesn’t feel particularly wrong to let Jet do so. It, in fact, feels rather nice to have that kind of affection again. 

All the same it feels wrong. So horribly wrong to let him take her by the waist when she’d never truly called it off with Sokka. When he is probably isolated and touched-starved somewhere out at sea. 

And especially when she catches herself pretending that it is Sokka who is holding her.

“What kind of music are you in the mood for?” Jet asks as he messes with the radio dials, “personally I think synthwave has the right vibe for cruising down a road by the ocean.”

“Synthwave is fine.” She forces a smile. 

“Cool.” He pushes at his sunglasses and leans back in the seat. 

It is nice to have the wind in her hair, to feel it warmly on her face as she watches the palm trees rush by. In some sense it makes her feel alive again. She glances at Jet who nods his head to the music. The wind flutters his hair. One hand on the wheel he reaches for his soda and has a sip before putting it back in the cupholder. “Want a sip?”

Azula brings her lips to the staw, she can slightly taste him on it as she has her drink. “Thank you.” She says, putting the cup back down. 

“Yeah, any time.” He pulls into a parking spot. “Leave the boards here or do you think we’ll use them?”

Azula thinks for a moment. “Leave them. We can just walk this time.”

He nods, “sounds good, I think it’d be nice to just walk and get to know you better.”

Just like that it occurs to her that they talk almost daily but they never really had a real conversation. They mostly talk about surfing and parties. It will be rather nice to know his interests and hobbies. What his home life is like and what his pet peeves are. 

He holds his hand out and she takes it as they make their way down to the sand. For much of the sunset they sit at the shoreline and dip their feet in the water, discussing more mundane things. 

He really loves synthwave and his favorite color is brown of all colors. He says that it reminds him driftwood and that he used to build driftwood castles and pirate ships with his childhood friends before he’d moved to Port Tui-La. He’d called his crew the Freedom Fighters and they were ‘good and noble’ pirates. He mentioned that his first mate, Smellerbee caused a mutiny one time and took over the ship. 

Azula had, had a good chuckle at this. 

For herself, Azula mentioned the fish game. She also made note that she preferred tea to coffee and that blue is superior to brown in every way. 

After some time of quiet, just watching the sun show its last rays while skipping rocks and fidgeting with shells Jet says, “hey, I’m sorry about your mom and Sokka. The reason I moved is because I lost both of my parents in a house fire.” He pauses. “Some men in masks just poured gasoline all around and lit it up while they were asleep. I was at Longshot’s house…” he trails off. “I never did find out who they were or why they did it. I live with my uncle now.”

Azula swallows, her belly flutters for his loss. “Yeah.” She stuffs her hands into the pockets of her shorts. “It’s...it never feels the same. There’s this emptiness…”

Jet nods. “And you can’t fill it.” 

“It’s like there’s a hole. You can meet new people, but that doesn’t fill the hole, you just have a mound of sand next to the hole. You can push the sand in but it doesn’t quite fill it right.”

Jet quirks a brow. “Yeah, that’s a good way of describing it.” He pauses. “But having a new mound is better than nothing at all, right?”

She can see it in his eyes that it runs deeper than just a general analogy. 

She thinks for a moment before finally nodding. “Yes. I think that it is better to try to make something new, even if it isn’t the same.”

Jet’s darkly colored eyes light up. He tenderly caresses her cheek and leans in.

For a fleeting moment she thinks that it might be too soon. She very nearly tells him not yet. But is it really too soon? It has been months. She hasn’t feel a connection like this, a warmth like this in months. 

She decides that it isn’t too soon. 

His lips find hers.

It is a kind kiss, soft and delicate. Her belly flutters again, both pleasantly and with a sense of melancholy. She isn’t alone. 

She deepens the kiss.

A tear slips down her cheek.

[bettercallsabs]

Choteau

A/N: hello my dearies! I’ve been mia, not a surprise lol, but after a long move I’m finally transitioned into our new home, and have had sometime. Anywho, I am back with a new short series. I know, I know. Oh lawd someone stop me now, right? But without further ado, here is part one of my Steve Rogers cowboy-esque series- the one I promised months ago 😂 As usual, unedited, because this is fucking tumblr. Enjoy dearies! P.s. remember I do cover art? 

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Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: fully disclosed- talks of domestic abuse.

Word count:3k+

Your lungs burned with such intensity, it felt as if a hot flame licked at their very walls, with every intake of breath, or lack thereof. Every inhale seemed to fuel the fire, as you desperately fought to fill your lungs with air, but to no avail. You could feel your head growing fuzzy, the sensation of prickling needles engulfed your head. starry  lights overtook your visual field, until there was nothing but darkness...

You startled awake, your heart thudding against your chest, as you rubbed at your neck, panting as you managed to catch your breath. It was just a dream, you whispered to yourself with a sigh of relief. it was just a dream. You sat up, the scratchy sheets of the cheap motel rubbed against the exposed skin of your legs.  Looking over, your daughter slept soundly next to you, the slow rise and fall of her chest, brought ease to your heart.

You felt awful, bringing her into this situation, uprooting her life, taking her out of the only home she’s ever known. But you couldn’t stay anymore. Your recent brush with death was too much. You couldn’t bare not being in your daughters life... She needed her mother. And she needed her mother unbroken for once.

You swung your legs over the bed, placing them firmly on the floor as you gripped at the edge of the bed with both hands. You glanced at the clock that sat on the dinky little end table. 5:47 A.M. it read in bright red numbers.

You definitely weren’t going back to sleep.

With a heave from the bed, you felt immediate stiffness in your back, as you walked to the small bathroom. You brought in your oversized navy blue duffle bag, pulling a compact bag from with in it. The overhead fan buzzed as you took a seat on the edge of the cold tub, causing shivers to descend down your spine.

You opened it, pulling the contents from within.   You held in your hands the only money to your name. Slowly counting it out. $3759... you could do this... No, you have to do this. For her. For Bennie.

A soft knock at the door made your heart spring in your chest.

“Mommy.” Bennie’s soft voice brought your heart to ease. You had to remind yourself Aaron wasn’t here and you were safe. You tucked the loose bills back into the bag, tossing into the tub and pulling the curtain before opening the door. There stood your doe eyed little girl. Her hair was a mess. Those copper locks you loved so much were matted flat to one side of her head. You couldn’t help but smile, pulling her tiny frame into you for a big mama bear hug.

“What are you doing up so early mon petit chou?” You kissed the top of her head, brushing the dried drool  soaked hair from her cheek.  

“I’m hungry. My tummy rumbles.”

“Oh, you’ve got a case of the rumbly tumblies?”

Her head bobbed up and down, as she patted her tummy.

“Well, we can’t have that. Can you hangout for a bit while mommy takes a shower, and then we can grab some breakfast? I’m thinking waffles... with strawberries maybe?” A wide grin spread across Bennie’s face.

“Yay! Waffles!”

Bennie exclaimed as she bolted for the bed, tucking herself beneath the cover of her favorite purple fleece Minnie Mouse blanket.

The water didn’t take long to heat up, and for this you were relieved. White tufts of stream rose from the  steaming water, as you watched it fall from the shower head. You reached your arm in testing the temperature before submerging yourself in the delicious heat. You could hear Bennie’s soft giggles trailing in, faint over the shower. You rested your head against the tile of the shower wall. That laughter, that little girl, is what kept you going through all the pain, the agony you had endured. You smiled as you let yourself become lost in her innocence.

Your shower ended far to quickly. It seemed to be over as soon as it started. You moved sluggishly, wishing for a few moments more under the scalding water. Wrapping yourself in the small hotel towel, you starred into the fog covered mirror, thankful you didn’t have to look into the mirror. You dressed hastily. Throwing on your favorite pair of medium wash denim jeans and an old hoodie. You tied up your damp hair in bun, if you could call it that. Bennie picked out  her own outfit, a pair of unicorn tights, with a metallic ribbed skirt, and a red tee.

“I’m a pop star mommy! Like Barbie!” Bennie struck a pose, her lips protruding in a pouty face.

“You sure at Bennie! A true pop star!”

Stepping outside, the chilly morning Montana air kicked at your cheeks. You knelt down to Bennie, zipping up her sweater- that was a hassle to get her to wear, because according to Bennie, it just didn’t go with her outfit.- You tucked a sterling hair behind her ear before pulling the hood over her head. “There, nice and cozy.” You smiled lovingly at your toddler, gentle running your thumb across her cheek before settling her into her car seat.

You slid into the driver's seat of your quick buy, ‘06 Malibu. The dashboard clock read 6:32am as your car roared to life.the streets were empty, the town quiet. No hustle and bustle, of the city that you were used too. You drove around for about 15 minutes until you entered the small downtown area. The Buildings were rustic, carrying a late 19th century vibe to them. A quaint family restaurant was nestled between a flower shop and the local barbershop. As you pulled closer, you saw the open sign swaying back and forth on the door. Perfect” You thought to yourself, as you pulled into a parking spot. “Ready for some yummy waffles?”

Bennie nodded, the bun on top of her head bobbing back and forth.  You remove yourself from the car, before unbuckling Bennie from her harness. The restaurant had a charming demeanour. Old photos hung from the shiplap walls, remembering the town in it’s beginnings. A free standing sign read “Please seat yourself”.

“Where should we sit Sweetie?” you asked, watching her excitement grow with anticipation. Grabbing your hand, she dragged you to a booth, just big enough for two, in the back left corner of the restaurant.

A petite and plump older lady began making her way towards you. Her graying hair was nestled in a messy bun, a few stray bangs, dangling in her face. A wide small graced her lips as she approached the table. It was an infectious smile, warm and nurturing.

“well good morning. My names Gwen. What can I start you two off with this morning?”

“Juice mommy, juice!” Bennie chimed.

“Apple or orange?” Gwen asked Bennie directly, her smile never fading.

Bennie’s brow furrowed as she was in deep thought, her hand bald in a fist under her chin.

“um, apple.” It came out more as a question rather than a direct answer.

“Apple juice it is. And for you?” Gwen’s focus was now on you, as she adjusted the pocket sized notepad in her hand.

“I’ll take coffee please. Lord knows I need it.”

“Say no more hun. Half and half or creamer?”

“Half and half would be great.”

“Be back with those drinks in a jiff.”

Bennie sat across from you, smiling contently as she opened the box of crayons.

“So what brings you to Choteau? We don’t get many visitors outside of hunting season, around here.” Gwen placed the cups onto the table, pouring fresh coffee into your mug.

“Just needed to get away for a bit. Pointed to a random place on the map, and here we are.” You put your best smile forward. It wasn’t like you were telling a complete lie.

“Well, were always happy to see new faces around here. You’ll find our smile town can be quite lovely. Now, what can I get you ladies to eat?”

“We'll take the Belgian waffles with strawberries and a side of breakfast potatoes.”

“Coming right up.”

Gwen shimmied away, leaving you to face a very eager child. She sat on her knees, Elbows resting on the table, dragging the blue crayon over the paper in erratic movements. Her eyes met yours with a smile, and your heart began to sink a bit. She was completely unaware of what was going on… why her father wasn’t around anymore. When you first decided you had to run, to get as far away from him as possible, you worried about Bennie-afterall, she was the reason you stayed. Bennie had stopped constantly asking about her dad, and you were thankful for it.

The last few months on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder had taken its toll on you, and the last thing you needed was the guilt. Although Paul treated you like you were less than human, he was a devoted father to Bennie, and she adored him, he was her hero.  It was almost enough for you to stay to endure the ridicule, the bruises, until it nearly cost you your life…

You were startled from your thoughts when two large plates of waffles were set onto the table.

“you alright hun?” gwen's voice was laced with concern as she set down a bowl of potatoes.

“uh yea, yeah.. I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.”

“well hun, if you ever need to talk, I’m around. Now enjoy your breakfast, and let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

She smiled softly, a look of worry in her eyes as she turned to walk away. You grabbed the plated that was set in front of Bennie, pulling a fork and knife that were wrapped in a napkin.

“What kind of syrup would you like baby? Mulberry, maple, blueberry?”

“um… Blueberry!” She practically yelled with glee.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. In all the things to happen in your life, Bennie truly was the best.

You were stuffed as you sat back in your seat. Your stomach felt like it may just explode. You should have stopped eating halfway in but that waffle was thee most delicious waffle you had ever had. You never could have imagined something as simple as a waffle could taste so good. Bennie looked about the same, her eyes growing heavy as her head bobbed up and down. She definitely was going to fall asleep on the ride back to the motel.  

You flagged down Gwen with a wave. If you didn’t get out now, you’d be stuck lugging Bennie’s deadweight to the car. And any parent knows, there’s not much heavier than a sleeping preschooler.

“I can see someone is ready for a morning nap.” Gwen’s laugh was so pleasant, like windchimes, chiming in the light summer breeze. “Here’s your check hun. Anything else you need?”

You were hesitant in your response, but there was something about Gwen that made you feel relaxed, like you could be open for a moment.

“uh, Maybe you could offer some advice. I think we're going to be around for a bit, know of any jobs? Or places for rent? I don’t think the motel off of 45 is going to do the trick.”

“”I’ll be right back.” She hustled off in a huff, her shirt legs moving swift with every step, as she disappeared into the kitchen, door swinging behind her.

While she was gone, you grabbed your wallet from your purse, pulling the cash from your wallet, setting it onto the papercheck.

When you looked up from the table, Bennie’s eyes were nearly closed. Damn. You were not making it out of here with her awake. You coxed Bennie over to you, who sluggishly walked towards you, crawling into your arms. As soon has her head hit your chest, a soft snore trailed through her mouth. You brushed at her soft bronzed copper hair, placing a light kiss on her hair covered forehead.

The sound of a swinging door drew your attention from your daughter, it was Gwen, walking towards you, as if she was on a mission.

“Alright-“ She approached you, slightly winded, as if she had been running. “Sorry that took me so long, had to discuss it with my husband, and boy is he quite the talker. Anywho, he said it should be no problem at all to let you stay in our old house.”

“Your old house?”

“Yes. You see, we’re getting up there in age, and it’s an older farm house, and those stairs were becoming far too much for my Henry, so we built a small ranch home. I promise it is in great condition, a local boy helps us with the upkeep. So, it’s yours if you want it.”

A house, a whole house? You were flattered, but there was no way you could afford to rent a house. “I… I am flattered, I truly am, so thankful for the offer, but I couldn’t afford-“

Gwen held up her hand to shush you. “No need for any of that. You can help me out here, until you find something that better suits you. I really could use the help, with the way my knees have been feeling lately.”

You were dumbstruck. Never had you been met with such kindness, and from a stranger nonetheless.

“I don’t know what to say…” You felt the pressure building from behind your eye as you held back the floodgates.

“Run off back to the hotel and collect your things. We’ll get you settled.” You laid Bennie down on the bench of the booth, hauling yourself to your feet, wrapping your arms around Gwen in a coveted hug.

“I can’t thank you enough.”

Gwen returned the hug, it was an embrace that reminded you of your mother, and you savoured it.

“Now, you run along, and hurry back, okay?” Gwen pushed you back at arms length, wiping tears from your cheeks with a smile. You had known this woman all but an hour, and it felt as if you had known her a lifetime.

You gathered up a sleeping Bennie with a grunt, trying to steady yourself. God she was getting heavy. Her head rested on your shoulder, her wild locks falling into your eyes. Heading for the door , you took it one step at a time, longing for the days when Bennie easily fit into your arms.

Using your hip, you pushed the door open, the bell that sat over the threshold chiming it’s tune. You were incredibly thankful for your parking spot parked just a few feet from the door. You steady yourself against the rear passenger side door, your left knee supporting Bennie as you scavenged through your mess of a purse for your keys.

“God dammit.” You huffed in annoyance, as the keys you dug for slipped from you grasp, clanking against the asphalt.

“Here, let me help you with that.” A deep voice called from in front of you, your head snapping  in the direction of the melodious voice. There, before you stood the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. Dreaming blue eyes stared at your from beneath a tan ridgetop crease, felt hat. His chiseled jawline was brimming with freshly trimmed scruff. He was lengthy, his height seemed to be accentuated by his dark denim wrangler and heeled cowboy boots. From what you could tell he was toned, his baby blue button down shirt that cling nicely to his well defined arms.

“Ma’am.”  His arm was extended out to you, keys dangling from his fingers.

You realized you had been staring, your cheeks growing warn as you quickly tried to regain your composure.

“Oh, um, I... Thank you so much.” You smiled nervously, pressing the unlock button on your key fob, a little too hard, causing the button to stick.

“Don’t mention it. Now you have a great day. Going to be a nice out today..” A wide and inviting smile spread across his face, revealing a perfect smile. It felt as though your heart was melting in your chest, a feeling you hadn’t felt in ages.

“You too, and thank you again!”

Your gaze lingered a bit too long as you watched him make his way into the restaurant. What a man.

You sighed heavily as you began buckling in Bennie.

“Get it together Y/N!” You coached yourself. The last thing you needed was to get distracted. You had important things to think about, and he wasn’t one of them.

You were in and out of the motel in no time at all. The small car was packed with what little belongings you had. Your stomach was in jumbles, as you sat behind the steering wheel.  You were nervous, understandably, as the unsettling thoughts began flood in. Did you really think this through? We’re you being to rash? Was staying in the same location more than a week safe? Could you really trust these people? You could trust anyone?

You sighed heavily, laying your head against the steering wheel. You couldn’t keep running forever s your funds wouldn’t allow it, and it wasn’t good for Bennie, she needed stability after these last couple of months, you owed her at least that.

And Gwen, you’d never met someone so genuine in your life, second to your mother. In fact, she reminded you of your mother and she went out of her way to help you when she had no obligation to..

You were staying. This was going to be your fresh start. You had to start somewhere, and what better place than Choteau?

You arrived back at the family restaurant, Bennie still sound asleep, the soft putter of her snores filling the car. You could see Gwen standing in the window from your parked car. She must have been waiting for you. She gestured for you to wait, before waltzing her way out of the front door, that infectious smile beaming.

You rolled down your window as she approached the idling car.

“Alright Hun.” She handed you a slip of paper and a key. “Follow these directions. You can’t miss the house. It’s white -well off white, but nevermind that- with a green roof. I’ll stop over after my shift to see how your settling in. And my numbers below if you have any questions. Now you hurry along hun. I’ll see you later.” She have your hand a quick squeeze before heading back into the restaurant.

You took in a deep breath, flipping  your car into reverse, as you headed in the direction of your new home.

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My Savagez part 7

My Savagez part 7

Paring: Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield x reader (AU)

Summary: Tom, Haz and Y/N are in a loveship built so uniquely by your own three beating hearts no one could break it apart. But what happens when buried past don't stay buried? Will your love survive? Will you survive? How much of their past is going to test and take from each of you? Only time and endurance will tell.

Side note: Loosely based off of the movie Savages

Word count: 7329..my personal best (the struggle was real)

Warnings: Haz fluff Haz angst/honesty Haz smut. 18 and older type of vibe

**For my readers who follow and dont want smut there is a cut line to STOP, its smut til the end! For us Tom lovers, there will be a price to pay if we stay away too long, the good price ; } **

“I’m seriously not in the fucking mood guys” Haz answered with a red face opening it with such a force it slammed against the door stopper. His hair was a mess and the veins on his normally smooth neck were showing me just what kind of a fucking mood he was in. I looked down at the ground as his eyes met mine. They were a swirl of mixed blues and emotions like a tropical storm coming into shore. The kind you seek shelter from. “I’m sorry, I’m..Harrison” I stammered out “I’m sorry I didn’t know how to say it fast enough, but I want you, I mean..I want to be here with you, I need to be here Harrison” I said closing my leaking eyes as I felt his stare over me. It felt like heartbeats of forever until he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I rested my cheek against his pounding heart and felt the warm string of tears that dropped onto my face.  “Let’s shower angel, it’s been a long day, yeah?” he said lifting me in his arms. His voice was soft and breaking as he swallowed his emotions down. “How about a bath instead?” I asked doing the same with my emotions. He nodded in agreement taking me to his bed, sitting me down. I looked around as he brought my stuff from the hallway.        

I slipped into his bathroom almost as big as the apartment I had back in Michigan. I started the water and poured lots of bubbles in the water filling the air with smells of coconut. He came in already undressed. He got in and jumped back out fast just as fast. I giggled as I remembered my water temperatures were different than his. “Angel that is freezing, a bath has to be warmer than that, even for you!" he said twisting the hot all the way on. I turned it back halfway. “Nope, I dont like to be hot when I get wet Haz” I said as he slid under the bubbles towards the spout where it was steaming as it came out. He raised his eyes smiling as he hit the power to turn on the jets “I beg to differ, I can tell you a few times you've been hot and wet never complained once" he smirked watching me undress. I laughed at him getting in behind him where it would be coldest, for a few minutes anyways. There's a difference between those hots and wets Haz" He leaned into me as I laid back loving the cold feel of the tub and his warmth on my skin. There were floor to ceiling mirrors surrounding the tub making anywhere I looked right at him. He smiled turning off the water as he noticed me noticing that fact. “You must really love looking..humm..at yourself in here” I said not meeting his eyes. he pulled my foot into his soft long fingers and started to massage them. I closed my eyes moaning my gratitude. “It's a safety issue love, this is meant to relax my body and soul. But I couldn't do that if I can't see what's surrounding me can I?” I nodded in agreement not opening my eyes. “Why do you do that, why not just ask what's on your mind y/n, I never want you to hold back from me. I'll always be open and honest so long as you are" I shrugged my shoulders as he massaged my other foot. “Your eyes are closed but I can still see your mind over working because your heart is pounding y/n, just get it out" he said nibbling my toe. I jerked back and he pulled me into him. “We could seriously float side by side in here, why do you need a tub so big in a ocean" I said hugging his neck trying to drop the stupid insecure girl that surfaced once in awhile. “So I can bring all my honeys into it when I feel the need. I even have a name for the VIP event it's called Hazes honey hot tub express. Its a yearly event, if you play nice, I'll make sure your top of the list” he said poking my side to make me laugh. “ASK Y/N" he held me away from him so he could look at me. I moved behind him and started to rub his shoulders. He was tight and his breathing hitched as I worked on the knots. Our eyes met in the mirror.

“How many” I offered vs asked. “That doesn't count" he smiled loving my touch. “How many others” I said just above a whisper he bit his lip and didn't reply. “How many other woman Harrison” I asked sinking my body lower under the shield of bubbles. He did the same allowing me my space. He held my eyes as he answered securely “None that’s matter like you do. And never has a woman been on this yacht let alone my room or my tub if that's what your asking angel" he pulled me against his chest and we sat against the tub. “Tom and I forbidden it, you made us break our own rule y/n" he smiled against my shoulder kissing it sweetly. “You will in fact, break every single rule we had to protect ourselves from ever hurting our hearts again" he wrapped his long legs around me and started to wash my hair. I looked at him in the mirror as his eyes seemed to go to a far away place and he pinched his eyebrows together as he spoke “I was awkward growing up y/n. I wasn't the cool kid who had lots of friends and girls falling over them. I had Tom and his brothers, a few others but none I can name now. My body grew weird just like me” he laughed rinsing my long hair “I was a virgin until the summer of my graduating year, before my life went to shit" he said sliding under the water. He quickly lathered up his hair and I shaved my legs needing to hear everything he would tell me. I can't say why but with Harrison it mattered more than with Tom. Haz seemed vulnerable like me, perhaps it was part of my attachment to him. “I won't tell you Tom's story, it's his to tell. We handled our own grieving hell differently and however we seen fit I guess. I buried myself in becoming what I am today. I wasn't born to be what I am, sometimes I look in the mirror and the old me shivers at what looks back” he closed his eyes and disappeared under the water again. I sat on my knees to face him once he came up. “What exactly are you Harrison?” I said as he looked away and then back to me. His eyes were glacier cold, no warmth, no softness, no love...no Haz. “I'm a killer y/n" he looked up unable to watch my reaction as he told his story. “When my whole family was taken from me all I had were Tom and his brothers. I love them as if they are my brothers, but I couldn't help the loneliness I felt. I felt like I just followed where Tom led. Harry has always been a buddy to me but Sam can be cold at times. Needless to say, the moment we were presented with the truth of our fathers and a chance to revenge our family's deaths, Tom jumped pulling me right along, or I followed I can't remember anymore" he shook his head looking anywhere but at me. I pulled the plug and shut off the jets. I could tell he was growing anxious with nowhere to go. He looked at me with relief and I smiled knowingly. I stood up and he watched as I dried myself off. He grabbed my lotion out of my hands and ordered me to the bed. I dropped my towel and swayed my hips dramatically as I went in search of my clean clothes.

He dried off fast and was at my side quickly. “Here baby, where these” he said holding up soft batman pajama bottoms. I took them and laughed as he held up another pair “We can twin it, after I lotion you up" he said biting his lip. I slipped on my panties as he put on his batman pjs. “Is batman your favorite superhero?” I asked crawling to the middle of his xl king bed. His living quarters was built to fit him. It was almost a direct reflection of himself. Floor to ceiling was white marble with contrasts of royal and powder blues mixed with silver and dark gray furniture pulling it all into a crisp clean yet relaxing room. He had a beautiful view of the ocean through windows that practically went all the way around. There was a zero gravity chair that reminded me of a hammock. I made a mental note to test that out. He hit a switch that made the windows darken and the fireplace light up. I could hear the ocean fading as the window above the bed closed and turned into a mirror. “Wow, fancy" I said as he crawled to me planting a kiss on my bare tummy. “Wait until you feel the bed heat up” he said hovering over me. I blushed a little and smiled at the necklace he wore that I had gotten him, it tickled my skin ashe bent down and kissed my face with his soft lips. I twisted his wet hair in my fingers as he nibbled my ear then pulled away. “We've made you a naughty girl already” he smiled back as he ran cold lines of lotion down my naked chest, tummy and legs. “I have heaters in the mattress, I don’t like being cold” he smirked as my body responded to his touch. The lotion left my exposed skin cool and full of goosebumps as my back felt the warm bed under me. His long soft fingers massaged anywhere he touched. I was trying to be on my best behaviour, I knew there was so much more he wanted to tell me and I wanted to hear it all before he changed his mind. He rolled me over and made the same lines along my back, ass and legs. “Your so beautiful angel, inside and out” he kissed the small of my back and I pushed my body up on my hands and knees. FUCK ME! I needed to clear my head for him. I shot up from the bed “I need a drink, this bed is hot Haz!” he laughed as he rolled off the bed and walked to the mini bar. He pulled out two glasses with ice and offered me the choice of my ciroc or champagne. “Lets share” I said pointing at the ciroc. He poured and I slipped on one of his clean t-shirts and matching batman bottoms before moving to the couch closest to him. He still had a heavy look in his eyes and it was hurting me to see him like this, he tried to cover it with a smile “You look good in my clothes twin” he handed me my drink and stood against the bar crossing his legs swirling the clear liquor right before he downed it. Shit, I hope Ciroc was the right choice as I did the same. He refilled us and took a small sip..whew! “So tell me, what do you love about batman? I’m an Iron Man girl myself, or if a female superhero, Wonder Woman 100%” I said trying to not be obvious to wanting to talk about his troubles if he wasn’t willing.

“As a kid I’ve always loved him” he smiled before his eyes flashed to the glacier ice cold like they had in the tub, he downed the second glass and I did too, here we go, I thought to myself. Haz didn’t offer more as he started to pace the room. “As I was forced to become my own man so fast he became who, in my mind, I aspired to be like” he shook his head at the thought “Bruce Wayne is rich,charming and head smart in the daylight, at night he turns into a killer only hunting down the bad guys, hated by his own city he wants to protect just for trying to balance out the fucked up in Gotham, then he goes home to an empty house, sleeps and repeats. Story of my life!” He scooped out more ice and filled his glass. He paced back and forth the soft padding of his bare feet was the only noise before he continued. “I had to work extra hard to force myself into being a trained killer, it took me a lot longer than Tom. My heart wasn’t in it, or my head, I wanted to..believe me, FUCK, I was weak I suppose. I had to go through separate training than he did, once he surpassed me as usual, they seperated us to focus on our skill sets. I had to work out twice as hard, twice as much. To break me of my “warm heart” as they called it, they isolated me for weeks at a time in the coldest climates during my training. When I was allowed back around Tom they made sure I stayed in wet clothes as a reminder to not let myself feel or show my “warm emotions” I suffered the whole time we trained side by side, my weak self didn’t want to be without Tom, I also couldn’t let that show so I used it to fuel my brain to get through” his jaw tensed up and he took a long drink. On autopilot he filled us both back up. Wow, this was getting deep, perhaps liquor wasn’t the best for us. He let me take the bottle not even seeming to notice the movements. “I love Tom y/n, I’d give my last breath for him and not think twice. Don’t hate me for this, but if I don’t say what I’ve needed to for so long, I’ll never forgive myself” he said sweeping his eyes over mine and across my face waiting for the reassurance he needed “You can tell me anything Harrison, it won’t leave this room, I promise” he gave me a weak smile and started to pace again.

“Sometimes I felt like Toms fucking shadow. I’ve always been at his side, in his eyes I was his equal, but he don’t know the shit I used to get even growing up being his best friend. He was better at talking to people, he was popular with all the kids, he was better at sports and whatever else we did together. I never let it show because he always included me and made sure to push me so he could have me next to him. He meant it from his heart but others who noticed it let me catch hell for it y/n” he pulled his blonde hair hard as he let out a frustrated growl “I was having a hard time getting anyone to say yes to going to senior prom with me and as a way of helping, Tom convinced our parents to let us take dance lessons. As usual Tom had all the girls in the class flocking to him, even the one I had a secret crush on! I never even told Tom, I knew he would try to “help” me and no fucking way was that going to happen. The dance class ended up like most things did for me, I sat on the sideline and watched. I tried, but like I said before I have two left feet. I hid behind the scenes as the DJ and effects man. I helped make Tom look all the cooler to the my crush. My reward was her asking him to prom and he accepted. I spent that night drinking and hanging with his brothers. My brave ass little sister Charlotte who had a crush on Tom ended our night by kneeing him in the balls as he danced with the girl” he laughed pausing as he soaked in his emotions. It was clear he was drunk. “It was my sister who told Tom on our last holiday together the truth, little shit she was, even tougher than me now I bet...if she had been given the chance” he closed his eyes as one tear fell down his face. I stood up and he held his hand out to stop me. I stayed on the couch as my own tears fell. “The fucked up part of all this is that I’m the asshole in it, when Tom made me tell him the truth about taking my crush to prom and not telling him, he found a way that we both got our man cards that summer. And when Tom found out how they gave me special training through torture, he removed us from their clutches and started our own way to honor our family's.” I followed his teary eyes as they stared straight ahead, looking at himself through the now black windows that reflected like glass “He’s my best mate and brother, together we are the most lethal men on this earth, yet I’m afraid of who you might see when you look at me the way you do y/n. I’ve never crossed any lines without him except the ones we drew for you y/n” he shut his eyes tight “I knew from the moment we all met that things just shifted for us, it sounds so fucked up that him and I made a deal before you even knew how we felt about you y/n” he shook his head rethinking the memory “All my life, until we met you, I felt lesser than..” he choked out “Now with you, I see us all so happy, I don’t want to fuck this up for any of us” he started to crumble

I was already in front of him as he came crashing down. All those truths never spoken over so many years will drop us humans like that. I know from when I told them the truth of my darkest times of my life. I held him against me on the floor as he let go of his pain. When he was done I wiped his tears and looked into his eyes letting him know exactly who and what I seen was him.  One could say it was the Ciroc talking but my heart knew it was beyond that as I spoke it outloud first “I love you Harrison, who you are is my Batman, saving this world from the pain we all felt too early in life, you can never fuck this up for anyone, I promise” his eyes went wide as he let the words float inside his buzzing head he looked at my lips in disbelief “Say it again, please y/n” he said preparing himself. He held my face and his breath “I love you Harrison James Osterfield” his lips crashed into mine hard and he took my breath away as he kissed me deep with unbridled need. He broke away and held me tight to his pounding heart “I love you y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n” he held me for a few minutes before standing up and pulling me to our feet. I walked to the bed as he got us glasses of ice water. He set them down on the nightstand and embraced me in his arms. “Thank you for just listening to me angel, I can’t tell you how much lighter I feel being able to tell someone all of that. I’ve never told a soul, just held onto it like an anchor” I turned into his arms and held tight to him, my head listened to his steady heart and it gave me relief “I really do love you Harrison, you're the first soul outside of my mom I’m able to say that to” he kissed my face soft “I love you just as much angel”

I slipped away from him and he watched me going through all my stuff looking for my phone and ipod. He shook his head laughing when I held them up with a victorious squeal. He held me close as I snapped our picture as twins. I hit record as we said our I love yous again. What can I say, I’m a moments girl at heart! He led me to his system and I selected my place list titled heart. “I’ve been meaning to ask you why your like the only person in the world left that has an ipod and why do you have so many playlist?” he chuckled as I gave him a playful dirty look “Haz

I’m a free spirit. My body is just the shell and my soul drives it through music. Music is my drug of choice. You’ll see as we learn more about each other, I’m my mother's daughter, I was a dancer even in her belly, it’s why she nicknamed me tiny dancer” I smiled as I walked slowly to him, he was going into deep thought mode “Don’t worry I’ll teach you to dance Haz, I’ve accepted it as my heavenly duty” he shook his head in disbelief as I stroked the skin along his spine “I already told you love, I’m a lost cause, I’ve got two..” I cut him off placing my finger against his soft lips “That's my job, I’d tell you if you were a lost cause, I already know your not” He held my gaze trying to believe I wasn’t just saying it to make him feel better. “Want me to prove it?” I asked soft not wanting to lose him to his past insecurities and wanting to give him strength to leave his demons behind, like him and Tom had for me. “You have rhythm Harrison and your not afraid to let loose” he rolled his eyes trying to not smile “Think about us in that bar our first night, you danced with me then. And lets not forget how perfectly you fit against me as we danced back at our hut, just before you gave me my first orgasm, and you might not have noticed but your dancing with me right now” his flesh felt warmer under my fingertips and he smiled big as he realized it was true. We were slowly swaying to the beat of  “Bad Romance the live remix” by 30 Seconds to Mars. He quickly lifted his shirt off my body and kissed my neck sexy and slow still rocking his hips to the rhythm. I felt his cock grow as the Haz I knew came back. “I always wondered what you would like” he whispered kissing my lips smiling his bright sexy smile. I raised my eyebrows in question “My forever..and now I know” His words triggered the Haziness chemicals in my brain and I felt my core heat up, needing all of him.

* Smut...starts here..swim away...swim away*

He backed us up slow until the back of my knees hit the bed and he held onto me so I wouldn't fall away from his lips. He kissed and licked lower between my breast as “Alibi” by 30 Seconds to Mars played in the air. He took my panties and pjs off in one motion kissing my hip and coming back to my breasts. He traced them slow as he took them in with wide eyes. I remembered this was his first chance to touch me here due to his punishment for breaking rules, Harrison was a breast man for sure. He placed light wet kisses around one nipple as his skilled fingers caressed the other one. I was lost just watching him as he slowly cherished me in this moment. My heart was marked again as he looked in my eyes as if to ask my permission. “Make love to me Harrison, please” I said soft tracing his lips and biting my own. He made me gasp as he scraped his teeth along my neck and his necklace make my hot skin tingle. “1 +1 ” started to play by Beyonce and I closed my eyes as he took control of my body the way he wanted. His more than expert hands slid under me forcing my back  to arch my breast right into his waiting and wanting mouth. I grabbed his hair as sucked hard on one and pinched the other enticing..new word.. Pain and soothing it as he rolled it between his soft fingers. I opened my eyes as he repeated the same hunger need on my other breast and nipple. I covered my eyes with one hand as I noticed the mirror above us and adjusted to me looking back at him from a different view. His back muscles flexed as he moved his body lower kissing my stomach, fuck he was sexy. I have to admit it was distracting but hot as sin. 

Harrison ignited me and seemed to lick at the flames he brought about. I sat up on my elbows watching him as he caressed my skin with his tongue. His blue eyes reminded me of the hottest part of a fire as he scorched my soul, his eyes danced with mine. He slid off the bed and pulled me to the edge. I sat up looking down on him on his knees. He was leaning back looking at my body in fascination. I closed my eyes as he kissed each inner thigh making me spread my legs for his viewing pleasure. He ever so gently kissed above my sensitive nub and rested my feet on the edge of the bed frame making me more exposed to him. I gripped his hair as he blew his breath on my wet sex. “Fuck I want to taste you baby, is that okay?” he asked looking at me with hooded eyes. I moaned in response biting my lip and arching my back. I flashed hot as he inhaled my scent “Your smell so delicious angel” I closed my eyes in embarrassment but opened them just as quick as he claimed my sex with his mouth. He flattened his tongue along my silky slit and licked up to the top my clit. “Please..please don’t stop Harrison” I begged holding his hair tighter. He looked up at me and I couldn’t look at anything but the way his soft lips cupped my pussy and sucked on it forcefully yet tender. I rocked my hips to ride his beautiful mouth. I watched his face become wetter with my sex and it turned me on all the more “Harrison I’m so close” I cried out in pleasure. “I love the way you scream my name y/n” he moaned sliding in a finger right towards my G spot. I swear the room went black and I almost fell forward. He held my neck keeping my body straight as he fingered me at a steady pace. His thumb worked my nub in vigorous circles and he slid in another finger. “Fuck your so tight and so so wet baby” I struggled to keep my eyes open as I felt the wave coming fast. I tried to close my legs, I wasn’t ready to let go of this Haz high yet. “Please Harrison..Harrison..” my eyes rolled into my head as he fucked me with his fingers and his tongue making me come undone. “Yes y/n, feed me baby” he moaned as I rode his face faster. I watched as my sex soaked his face and fingers. He was a sexy sticky mess and the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t even close to being done with me. “Your beautiful when you come like that” he said husky as he leaned against me and pressed his face to mine. I could smell my juices on him and I kissed him deep wanting to taste me in his mouth. It was intoxicating. I broke the kiss and moved my body back into the center of the bed waiting on my knees as I touched my breast for him. Harrison stood up from the floor and admired me some more. I would never grow tired of the way he adoringly looked at me. He made me feel both beautiful and sexy. I watched as he slid off his batman pjs and whimpered at his long smooth cock that sprang free.

“Your the beautiful one Hazzy” I said biting my lips. He took a deep breath and let it out shaky as I looked at him with my hungry eyes. FUCK, I’ve wanted this man since I first felt his skin against mine on that hot day as I held him in my hands, I felt my core heat with the memory. “Dress” by Taylor Swift swirled around us as I patted the bed in front of me and his face flushed red. I reached for him as he hesitated, unsure of what to do “My turn to taste you Harrison” I said in a persuasive tone. My eyes were fixated on his as he reached for me in return. He laid on his back and his cock stood at attention. He gripped it in both hands as if to hide it from me. “Harrison” I said looking at him in amusement with his eyes closed. “Hazzy” I said kissing his neck, trying to relax him and ease whatever he was feeling. He let go of himself and pulled me closer to his face “You don’t have to do this baby” he said sounding unsure of himself. “I know Haz, but I want to, just like I wanted to on that hot hot day on the jet ski” I watched him gulp down his fear as he remembered that day “I need all of you Harrison, every fucking drop” I said seductive moving my fingertips to his exposed cock and closed my eyes as I felt his drop of precum that beaded at the tip. I sucked my finger that held his creamy drop. He let out a throaty groan and watched me as I slowly kissed his chest and worked my way down his tan hard body with my wet sloppy kisses. His breathing became shallow and I kissed each hip and put my palm flat onto his sexy stomach sliding it under his erection and up towards my lips. He looked at me wide eyed ready to stop me, before he had time to react I circled his thick head with my wet warm tongue and took him as deep as I could before choking. “Fuckkkk..” he hissed as I adjusted my head and angled it to take more of him in. I used my thumb and finger to work his head applying pressure around the rim as i licked his shaft soaking him with my mouth. His hips thrusted upwards as I ran my nail over his sensitive sac and swirled the pool of saliva  very carefully over his nerves that clung to his balls. I worked him from the base up with my other hand and squeezed his length tight as he rocked his hips up and down with my rhythm. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth was wide open as he held tight to control his release. I pressed my hand down hard on his lower abdomen muscles stopping his movements. “We have a long way to go Harrison, let me take you there” I said as he opened his eyes. He was worked up, I know he couldn't hold back much longer. He pushed my long hair out of his way so he could watch as I replaced my hands with my mouth. I kissed his head and ran my sexy tongue through his cum that secreted out. My eyes met his as I moaned at his sweet taste, they were dark with desire, his pupils were fully dilated only allowing a hint of sky blue. I opened my mouth wide and kept eye contact as I took his entire length to the very back of my throat. He gripped my hair and held me there for a fraction of a moment. He blew out a breath as I tasted more of him. My eyes burned and I felt them water as he withdrew himself slightly. I felt my sex twitch as he said pleaded so sexy. “Y/N I cant hold on like this” he panted I worked my head up and down faster keeping pressure on his tip with my thumb making sure he let me have control of his release. “y/n..y/n..” he whimpered as he started to rock his hips again. Haz was coming undone. I moved my hand and worked his cock feverishly as he gripped the sheets hard in his hands. I closed my eyes and opened my throat wider to let him explode in my mouth. “I’m going to cum, fuck I’m going to cum in your mouth angel” he gripped my hair in his hands keeping my head still as he thrusted once more. He screamed my name making his voice crack as he erupted his hot cream inside my mouth. My eyes widen as I looked at him coming undone. He was a beautiful mess, his eyes looked from mine to his cock still pulsating in my mouth. He traced my neck with his finger seeming just amazed as I felt. He gasped as I increased the pressure on him with my tongue, squeezing out the last drops as I slowly removed him. He shivered involuntary as I sat back admiring my work. He was glistening with sweat and covered his eyes with his arm as he caught his breath. I closed my legs feeling my sex pooling at my opening. I was a hot mess too.

I drank water to cool me down. I wanted to keep going, I needed more, it was never enough. Perhaps they had turned me into a naughty girl,I laughed to myself. What's funny he asked taking the glass from my hands and downing the rest. I shook my head as he rubbed the cold glass against my nipples. The drops of precipitation ran down my stomach and he watched raising his eyebrow as he noticed my glistening sex. “Lay back all the way y/n” he commanded. I did as told and he kissed me greedily his cold tongue mixed with my hot one made me tingle. “I want you inside me Haz” i said as licked down to my erect nipples. “You will baby, very soon, but first I want to take care of this” he said pinching my swollen nub and making me squirm from under him. He held my hips keeping me in one spot as he set the cold glass on my belly button. I sucked in a deep breath at the shock of the feel being too cold for my hot hot skin. “Too cold” I yelped reaching to move the glass. He hovered over my body pinning both my arms over my head. “Haz please” I whined as it started to numb my flesh “Let's make a deal angel, the faster you cum in my mouth again, the faster you can have me inside you” he bit his lip as he rubbed his hard cock against my wet sex. SHIT. I hadn’t know he was that close and hard again. I arched my back to get more of a feel of him. The glass nearly fell over and he stopped it. He took out a ice cube and rolled it around each nipple making me shiver. “What are you doing Haz?” I asked confused going into sensory overload. “I’m enjoying you angel, now tell me we have a deal” he said sucking my pebbled freezing nipple into the heat of his mouth. “Oh, wow” I said loving the contrast. “We have a deal” I agreed as he took out another ice cube and trailed in down my stomach “the only rule is that you can’t knock this glass over or I won’t let you cum, okay baby?” he asked as my body reacted to the melting ice on my burning flesh. I whimpered in agreement just needing him to touch me in any way. He placed the ice in his mouth and gilded it across the skin of my inner thighs. I learned quick that if I moved even to watch him or grab his hair the glass would threaten to fall over. FUCK, this would be harder than I thought! I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, wondering how the hell this would play out. He dipped his finger in the glass making it cold before slipping it inside me without warning. “Harrison” I cried out restricted in movement as he made quick work of my pool of warmness. “Yes baby, be my good girl” he encouraged as he rubbed his nose over my throbbing nub. I panted as he slipped in another finger and angled his wrist tapping my g-spot. “This isn’t fair” I cried out as he pressed against my pelvic bone creating a pressure that I’ve never felt before. My body was demanding me to ride his fingers but he had forbidden me to and restrained my movements. I was going crazy trying to just let him do all the pleasuring. “Harrison I can’t I can’t” I groaned out feeling tortured “you can y/n, you can,I can feel you already gripping my fingers” he encouraged kissing my thigh. I heard the clink of ice as my beating heart roared in my ears. My eyes shot open when I felt him rub the ice around my sensitive clit. “Holy FUCK, Haz please please” I begged asking for help. I had blocked out the mirror until now and watched helplessly as his arm muscles flexed with each thrust his fingers gave me. I opened my legs wider to get a view of more as he slipped the ice inside me cooling my sex just as I was ready to explode “No no no!” I cried at the way it caused my wave to recede instead of crash down. “Don’t worry y/n, your Hazzy has you covered” he said before assaulting my clit with his hot mouth. He sucked my nub hard into his mouth and flicked his tongue over and around it as he removed his fingers as my wave rolled in too fast. I gave zero fucks as I grabbed his hair knocking the glass over and down my hot sex and his face. He moaned as I sat up and grinded my core against his lips and face hard. I came with such a force that it ran down my ass and soaked him and the bed. He lifted my body more on him letting me fuck his beautiful face however I wanted. He rubbed my silk against my ass and lightly pressed just the tip of his finger inside while his thumb and tongue filled my kitty. My eyes rolled back into my head as I came again back to back. I was screaming his name and I didn’t care if the rest of the world could hear me, I felt like I was never going to stop.

He didn’t give me a moment to even catch my breath before he removed his face from my legs and kissed me with uncontrollable hunger. We both gasped for air as he drowned me in my own juices. I wrapped my legs around Hazes back and reached for his long cock. No way was he stopping us now. I rubbed him against my opening soaking him before I wrapped my arms around his back. He kissed me deep as I pulled him down on me and arched my back so he was at my entrance. He circled his thick head through the ocean he created himself. He slid in slow and I scratched his back moaning into his mouth as I stretched to fit him. He broke away and buried his face in my neck. “Y/N I want to go slow, but I’m not going to last” his apology softly laced with unraveling control. He let out a harsh breath as he carefully sank deeper and slowly pulled back, pumping himself just once, hitting my wall and pushing against it until he was all the way inside me. My walls gripped him as did my nails into his arms. He whipped his face towards me looking panicked as if he remembered this was still painful for me. His whole body and mood changed in a heartbeat and I held him to me before he broke us apart. “It’s okay Haz, just stay like this for a moment” I said wrapping my legs tight around his ass so he wouldn’t pull out. “Angel, I’m sorry, I got carried away” he said sounding panicked and worried. “Harrison please...please baby, it’s okay, just let me adjust okay?” I asked kissing his shoulders. His blue eyes watched me with concern as I moved my ass upwards taking some pressure off my core he was buried against. I let out a sharp breath as I rolled my hips in circles forcing my body to adjust to his length. The more I did the more my sex opened for Haz. He stayed still probably afraid to hurt me if he moved. I moved one hand to his blonde hair guiding it to my breast and my other hand coaxed him to pump slow as I gripped his side. “Make love to me Harrison, I want you” I encouraged as he looked at my face. He kissed me full of passion as he circled his cock around and pushed in and out slowly. I could hear the noises from my wetness as he slipped in and out. I looked up in the mirror and watched his back muscles work as he kissed my breast and slid his arms under my shoulders. His ass was rock hard as he tested his new fit softly pumping in and out. I closed my eyes as I nearly came watching him making me feel so fucking good. He must have felt me hold back because he moaned at the same time. “Deeper Haz, deeper” I cried out as he bit my neck. “I’m going to cum inside you if I do that, I’m too close” he warned looking in my eyes. I bit my lip as he thrusted a little harder. He circled my nub pumping his full length into me, fuck it hurt so good “Yes Haz yes” I screamed as he brought me to climax again. He lost control as he buried himself inside me and moaned my name. He held me still as we both felt him pulsate inside me. He stayed there in my arms until we started to drift off into sleep. He groaned as I slid him over grabbing the edge of the sheet, he wined in protest until he understood what I was doing. I kissed his forehead and raised the temperature of his bed warmer and turned off the lights with one remote. He smiled against my back as he pulled me into his body. “I love you so much y/n” he whispered tangling his long legs with mine I kissed his hand and placed it back on my waist “I love you too Harrison”   

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To all us Tom and Haz lovers, the struggle is strong! In bed with one and wanting the other is torture! I’m going to need some guidance on how to get us all together lol..I have a few ideals, but happy reading until next time! 

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[ofhivemagic-a]

Armani and some Dolce fact sheet !!

Under Read More b/c long

Aesthetic: Music

Man Man - Haute Tropique

Names: True and False Names

So their real names aren't what they tell people. They tell people their false names because in Hive rituals (much like faeries who use names to their advantage) names are a source of power. (Xol, Yur, Yuul, etc.) And never wanted their name to be used for incantations.

They found their names while exploring old cities that used to be rich districts and stumbled in on many brand name labels and really liked how these two sounded.

The only people that know their true names are Toland, Ikora (because you cant hide secrets from her lmao), and two Exo Hunters that will be introduced later.

Appearance: Aesthetics and Physical

Armani had long hair before but with the name change they also decided a bit more than a name needed to be changed. They also dye their hair a lot but has recently stuck with their natural hair color with streaks of platinum blonde in it. Next color will be pink because of Crimson days!

The only make up they wear is eye liner and a bit too much eye shadow. Sometimes lipstick if they want to match their outfit.

Under Toland’s careful supervision they made their own Hive markers on their body like he has to better channel their power without it backfiring. In the City they have this hidden with make up or keeping a helmet on.

They are small and a little chubby around their thighs and tummy but other than that pretty fit. Before they dove into Hive magic they were pretty tan and only recently began avoiding staying outside for too long under unknown purposes. Armani also have a few beauty marks on their face. Eyebrows are usually a bit on the bushier side but still groomed. If for whatever reason they are in casual wear or shorter robes because of the heat, they rarely shave their legs or armpits because who has time for that?!

While the outter layers of Dolce’s shell changes, it will always retain a green hue effect on it due to their time exposed to Hive magic. This only known side effects are cosmetic and they are able to crack Hive runes without the aid of Tomb Husks.

Language: How and What They Speak

Armani is fluent in English / Spanish / Hive and is learning French on the side.  Due to the different languages and all having to enforce different accents on certain words, their accent is all over the place. This includes how they speak. Sometimes their English comes out broken such as “Where gun?” when they really mean “Where is the gun?” At first they were embarrassed but after a few years they stopped caring. They will, if asked nicely, will repeat themselves or restate what they said to make it less broken.

They shit talk with Toland in Hive and Spanish. (He is relearning it from them.)

Armani and Dolce have a very strong connection and almost don’t use words to know what the other is thinking.

Reputation: Among the Vanguard and Others

Armani is a part of Ikora’s book club and usually makes the group go mad with their questions. They just skip all over in the book and may accidentally reveal spoilers and cause fights. They are only allowed in it because Toland is trying to make Armani fit in a little better. It’s not working.

Armani can’t stand Zavala’s thought process on his obsession with the City, but does not disrespect him or his morals. They just side eye him a lot and avoid talking to him if possible. Their interactions are usually very short. No one knows why they don’t like Zavala but most people don’t care enough to ask. (Armani just hates the whole “I am the protector of City” vibe  and they’re just like “No you ain’t. All of us are.”)

Armani and Cayde cannot stand each other. They are ready to throw hands at each other if possible. Usually minor pranks are pulled and they see their rivalry as a test of wit, patience, and who can  make the other pissed off faster. Fist fights have been involved and almost pulling guns out at one another. Shaxx just throws them in the Crucible and screams at them.

Shaxx and Armani butt heads. A lot. When he yells she yells back. “GUARDIAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” “I’M SHOOTIN’ SHIT LEMME ‘LONE.” Whenever she has to pick up bounties rewards they just start nagging at each other. They don’t dislike one another, they just like to yell.

I’ll add more in another post some other time. This is already prety long.

[fuckinsteverogers]

Pure Arousal

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+ DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18. 

Warnings: Dirty filthy smut, Daddy kink, Vaginal Fingering, Blowjob, Unprotected sex (please wear protection!), Bit of a breeding kink (why can’t I just write something without it, god damn)

Request: Um can you make a Bucky smut with a daddy kink.

Author’s Note:  I listened to Gorgeous by X Ambassadors all while writing this. I feel like it sets such a good vibe, so highly recommend listening to it while reading. I swear, I can never write a damn short imagine, I have to go over the top... oh well, I hope you all like it, especially the anon who requested it. Don’t forget, tags and REQUESTS are open!!!

The soft bass of the music set an air of the room, the music not loud enough to distract from the actions, but not low enough that it doesn’t make you mutter the words into Bucky’s skin.

Both of you pressed together; his beautiful, giant body perched on the edge of the bed, his legs bend and feet planted firm to accommodate your body withering on his lap. You’re both fully clothed, except for your top that’s half off, pushed up to just under your clothed breasts and his fingers taking advantage of the exposed skin as he drags the flesh along your cool stomach.

So little against him is all Bucky can think, so cool compared to his warmth, so gorgeous, innocent, a soft, lovely look to you compared to his dark, estranged ruggedness.

Your mouths pressed together in a passionate unforgiving kiss, tongues entwining and teeth gnashing together; your fingers buried in his hair and his hands exploring the smooth skin of your back. 

It’s a dream come true, you think, to be in Bucky’s arms. Gasping into his mouth, you remove your hands from his hair and lean down as far as you can without disconnecting your mouth from his and take the hem of his shirt into your hands, tugging, pulling, wanting it off him now. 

Bucky takes the hint and pulls his mouth from yours, reaching around to the collar and pulling the shirt off himself with one tug, and it’s mayhem between your legs the moment you see his toned, tanned body; one you’d seen a million times in the gym, but never in this dim light, never on his lap with your lips tasting like the sweetness of his mouth.

A shiver runs down your spine when you notice the look Bucky is giving you, all hooded eyes and dilated pupils. His bottom lip pulled tight into his mouth, the brightness of his white teeth an incredible contrast to the darkness of the room and his tanned skin. 

“Strip for me, doll,” Bucky murmurs down to you. He moves his hands to your thighs, rubbing them from your knees upwards. The words, the pet name, sends goosebumps across your skin, prickling against the material of your jeans.

Without a moment's hesitation, you grab Bucky’s shoulders, using them as leverage to stand and moving in between his legs, looking down at him as you shove the shirt further up your torso and over your head. 

You swear Bucky’s pupils dilate so much that all trace of blue is gone as you begin to undo your jeans, sliding them down your legs, ridding your body of the constricting fabric. 

Your panties are next, on the floor, the beautiful lace that you had wanted him to take off with his teeth, but looking down at the beautiful man, his hands curled into fists, fighting the urge to grope himself through his pants; you were never not going to follow his orders.

The bra is the last item covering your body, the red lace a beautiful contrast to your skin, and Bucky can’t help but think you look like a goddess of sin, rivers running red with lust, and he can’t help his mouth salivate at the look of your glistening thighs, thick with arousal, shining against the candlelight. 

Your nipples harden the moment they hit the cold air, sending shivers up your spine and a wave of arousal through your crotch. Bucky doesn’t waste a moment, pulling you to him, hands on your hips, legs around his waist. Your lips smearing your love against his, and as you kiss him, burying your fingers in his hair, pressing your naked breasts against his naked pecs; he works the buttons on his jeans open, and pushes them down his legs, all while showing you the utmost attention.

Bucky is more than an adequate lover, from what you can tell, he is extraordinary, capable of incredible control and stamina. If you were him, you would have ripped his clothing off ages ago, with all the teasing, the subtle accidental rubs of your ass against his crotch, the sucking on lollipops obscenely, trying to tell him something... anything.

“Buck,” You purr, breaking the kiss and directing your attention to the hardness pressed against your naked pussy, so big and long that it covers your slit and the tip hits just below your belly button. A wave of arousal sends slick coating the underside of his cock and you have this sudden overwhelming urge to take him all the way into your mouth.

“Doll?” Bucky asks as you shift, sliding down his legs to kneel in between them, tentative as you look up at him, beneath long lashes and an aura of innocence that makes Bucky twitch obscenely. 

You don’t say anything in reply, you simply take his hard length in your hand and wrap your mouth around his tip, relishing the taste; salty from sweat, but sweet from your arousal.

You moan around him, taking more and stroking the length you haven’t fit into your mouth. Bucky begins to groan, his hands finding their way into your hair, pulling hard enough to drag your mouth up and down his throbbing cock.

“God, doll. Perfect fucking mouth,” You almost choke at the obscenity, the throbbing between your legs grows with his words, his praise and you can’t hold yourself back anymore.

The hand that isn’t preoccupied with stroking the gorgeous man’s cock makes its way down to your own throbbing arousal, and you waste no time inserting two fingers into your soaked entrance, fucking them into you.

You groan around his cock as the shockwaves of pleasure travel up your core, only making Bucky groan louder from the vibrations around him. Grinding down onto your fingers, Bucky begins to pull your hair from your face, bundling the strands up into a ponytail and pulling your head back, off his cock.

“Sorry, doll, but you continue to use that talented mouth on me and I’ll come down your throat,” Bucky growls down at you, the praise only makes you ride your hand harder. 

“What’s so bad about that?” You ask Bucky with a cheeky smile as he drags you up from your position of riding your own hand in between his legs, a primal state of complete arousal. Bucky tucks you against his chest as he shifts and lays you down, leaning over you in a looming stance.

Bucky grins, his metal hand placed next to your head, holding himself up as his flesh hand travels down your naked stomach, slowly but surely making its way to your pussy, and all the anticipation for him to just fucking touch you is over and his long, thick fingers are buried inside you, drilling into your eager pussy.

You throw your head back and moan loudly, the waves of pleasure going up your stomach and coming out your mouth in the shape of pleas for him to continue.

“Well, doll. We wouldn’t want to waste my come on quenching your thirst,” Bucky chuckles, looking at you with dark eyes as he leans down to place small kisses on your stomach, pressing his plump lips into the soft skin. “I’d rather do something about this little tummy of yours, so perfect for my babies.”

“Holy shit,” You groan, rolling your hips down into his hands, an overwhelming amount of shockwaves travelling through you and you can no longer see straight.

“Sound like a plan, baby girl?” Bucky questions into the skin of your soft stomach, his hands still drilling into you, your orgasm growing in your stomach.

“Yes, Daddy,” You broach tentatively, picking at his pet name for you, fully aware of his actions as he stalls his hand and looks up at you slowly.

“What did you say, Princess?” Bucky asks, bringing out more pet names that cause you to tilt your hips against his paused hand. 

“I said yes,” You reply cheekily, grinning innocently. Bucky growls lowly at the reply, slowly removing his fingers from inside you, you whine at the loss and admit defeat without a fight.

“Say again, princess? I don’t think I heard you,” Bucky toys, dragging the wetness coating his fingers up your stomach. You lick your lips in anticipation for what is to come next and look up at your man.

“I said yes... Daddy,” You admit biting down on your bottom lip, shaking with anticipation. 

Bucky growls, deep and loud from his chest and you’re watching as he switches from his loving, caring stature to a reckless arousal. He grins down at you as you shake with arousal as he strokes his length, rubbing the tip along your slit. You widen your legs for him and shift your hips closer, wanting him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone else. 

“Please, daddy. I can’t wait any longer,” You beg, plead with him. He doesn’t take the bait, slowly rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, relishing the feeling of your wetness against his cock and the wanton moans it drags out of you. “Daddy, please. I need your big cock inside me.”

Your dirty mouth sends him into a frenzy and before you have a chance to take another breath, he is rubbing against your entrance and pushing himself inside, stretching you beyond your limits.

“As you wish, baby girl,” is the last thing Bucky says before you lose all your morals and sanity as he pulls his hips back from where he was sheathed inside you and slams his hips back into yours, sending the bed slamming into the wall and a scream from within you. You scramble to wrap your legs around his waist and grip his biceps as he begins to fuck you.

“Daddy,” You moan over and over again, his cock working wonders inside of you. 

“Yeah, baby. Does daddy’s cock feel good inside your little pussy?” Bucky asks, clearly really liking the pet name, and you can’t help but moan and roll your hips down against his.

“So good, daddy, so good.” You throw your head back and let the pleasure take you away as the coil in your stomach tightens, and watching Bucky’s face as his jaw goes slack and he begins to thrust faster and harder, you knew that both of you wouldn’t last long after the months of teasing and the hours of making out, especially with his cock having been slathered in your saliva and his fingers in your arousal.

“Going to ruin you for everyone else, baby doll. No one will be able to please you like I can,” Bucky growls, which only makes your moans turn into sobs because you know it’s true, you’ve been ruined for everyone else for months, pining after him, wanting him to take you like this, to be his, and now you are and there is no going back from it.

“Ruin me, daddy, please.” You grip his hair, tugging lightly to drag his eyes to yours and the drag of his cock against the ridges inside you, the smoothness against the callousness sends you into a whirlwind, and before you know it, slamming your lips against Bucky’s, you come, the coil in your stomach snapping violently and you scream into his mouth, unable to hold yourself together.

Your pussy flutters against his cock as you clench and unclench through your orgasm, shaking with the intensity and Bucky just watches as you come undone, your mouth leaving his as you drop your head down onto the bed, your head lolling through the shockwaves.

It doesn’t take Bucky long to follow you, watching you so undone beneath him, limp against his body from the orgasm taking every last bit of energy you had and as he feels it approaching quickly, he moves an arm underneath you and around your waist, lifting your limp form to his chest and holding you there, drilling into you. 

You weakly wrap your arms around his neck and take it, the pleasure so oversensitive to your body that you have to bury your face in Bucky’s neck to contain your screams.

“That’s it, baby doll. I’m about to come for you, make this belly swell with my baby,” Bucky growls, holding you against him, gripping your waist and moving you up and down his cock, using his other hand to bury into your soft locks.

“Fuck, daddy. Come in me,” and that was it. Bucky groans so deep in his chest that you feel it everywhere and stalls, burying himself to the hilt inside of you as he spurts his come deep within you.

It takes a moment for him to stop shaking and lift his head from where he’d buried it between your breasts and move you both to lay sideways on the bed, still connected.

With a yawn and a laugh from Bucky, not bothering to remove yourself from his cock, figuring it’ll save time in the morning, you begin to drift off.

“Goodnight, princess,” Bucky says, kissing your temple as you both begin to get drowsy. You grin, shuffling in closer to him as the realisation of your dream come true sets in.

“Goodnight, daddy,” is what you reply as you shut your eyes and begin to fall asleep, but just as you do, you swear you feel Bucky harden slightly inside of you.

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Watercolors Part Three

Finn Wolfhard X Reader 

Requested by my lovely followers.

Summary: After months of convincing, Y/N frames one of her paintings of Finn for Valentines Day and confesses her secret admiration. He admits that he’s known for a while. It’s cute.

Author’s Notes: haha bitches two posts in 24 hours. You really thought I was gonna go MIA for a week after posting again, didn’t you? sike.

Word Count: 1,553

Part one, two

Finn was sat across from you, as you both enjoyed your breakfast at a small cafe. The cafe was roughly a mile from your home, and you wanted to have a quiet with your lovely boyfriend. This isn't wasn't the cafe you had met at, nor the one he asked to be your boyfriend at, nor the one you spent the entirety of your first few dates at. This one was a breakfast and lunch cafe that had become your ritualistic Sunday morning location.

The two of you would enjoy your morning coffee and breakfast, sometimes still in your PJs. The regular routine was Finn swinging by your home around 9 to take you to eat. It was nice, seeing that neither of you could cook for shit. 

You were roughly 4 months into officially being an "item." Although your relationship was based solely on your consistent procedures, it wasn't dull. Being with Finn was fun and exciting. He made life seem yellow and warm. As cheesy as it sounded, Finn was your sunshine. 

Here you were, taking his picture for reference photos while he sipped from his plain white mug, reading his book. Every once in a while, he’d look up to you and smile, laughing at how you were staring so intently at your camera display, checking to see if the color saturation would be better with oils or watercolors. Finn was dressed in a thick blue sweater with sleeves that reached his fingertips, despite having such lanky and long limbs. His hair was growing to a jaw-length cut, curling wildly about the perimeter of his face. 

“Y/N what are you doing exactly?” he asked, barely glancing up from his book. He had an amused look on his face. You began to feel flustered with embarrassment.

"Just taking some," you paused, "reference photos... you know," you said slowly. You wanted to watch what you said, for fear of spoiling the surprise you had for Finn. 

The vibe he let off was one of suspicion, slow and observational. Finn shot you a glance out of the corner of his eye. He was on to you.

Persistence to protect the secret overpowered and you put the camera away, hoping you got what you needed. Valentine's Day was only a week away and you were struggling with finding a proper gift. You were not going to let Finn spoil this. He deserved everything in the world, but sadly you didn't have that to give. In an effort to get a gift that he would enjoy, had thought back to what he had been wanting for months. To see your work. 

The plan was to give him two framed paintings. Almost like a before and after comparison, your paintings would be in essence the same, but months apart. You were going to recreate one the first paintings you had ever done of Finn. 

No matter how many times Finn assured you that he would adore your art, you were still worried that he would end up hating whatever you gave him. It was nerve-racking to expose this side of you. It was terrifying to share a piece of your soul with him. 

The hours of your day were spent at your desk, covered in various shades of paint. Quiet dreamy tunes were playing throughout your bedroom and you were ignoring the buzzing of your phone. Whoever it was could wait. Getting this painting done was your number one priority. Halfway through your middle layer of color, the doorbell rang. You let out an exasperated sigh and pulled yourself up from your chair, taking a second to bend and crack your back. The apron you wore to paint was placed on the chair next to the desk, careful not to smear color on the chair.

The doorbell rang once again and you let out a groan, speeding from your room and down the hallway. You swung the door open angrily, smearing orange paint on the knob. Right as you were opening your mouth to get an attitude with the source of your frustration, you saw Finn. Stood there drenched with rain, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He was smiling so bright but with a hint of fear. 

When you finally comprehended that your boyfriend was standing on your porch, you threw your hands behind your back, not wanting to give anything away. 

"Finn?" you asked, confused on why he just randomly showed up at your house on a rainy Tuesday. Finn stepped towards you, nodding inside, implicitly asking if he could come in. Obligingly, you kicked the door open a little wider. 

"You weren't answering your phone and I got worried you were mad at me," Finn mumbled out, a  red flush covering his cheeks. "I brought flowers. Yellow. Your favorite," Finn continued. 

You really didn't know what to say. All you could think about was giving away this secret. Every fiber of your being was insisting that you kick him out to hide the surprise. Thankfully, you didn't throw him out. Instead of saying anything, you took a step towards him and went on the tips of your toes reaching up to lightly touch his face. Your lips landed on his and he immediately melted into your touch. Finn's arms wrapped around your waist and your fingertips grazed over his cheek. 

When you pulled away from him, you took the flowers from and tried to hide your hands again. "I'll be right back," you whispered. Quickly, you turned on your heels and rushed to your bedroom, adding the flowers to an already filled vase. Grabbing a rag, you scrubbed the pigment from your knuckles and palms. When all signs of the surprise were off of your body, you straightened out your shirt and hair and proceeded back to Fin. 

He was stood there, removing his coat and dropping his umbrella into the holder beside your door. Finn went to pull his hat off when he noticed a bit of orange cream on his cheek. He wiped it with the back of his hand and observed what it was. 'Paint' he thought. ‘She was painting.’

The day rolled around when it was time to give Finn his present. Gingerly, you wrapped both frames and placed bows on the fronts. Placing both gifts on near your fireplace. 

'Almost there. Give me 4 minutes' your phone screen read. 

Quickly, you folded the blanket on the couch and straightened the pillows. You lit the candles on the dining room table and placed the plates of warm food on the placemats.

To make your Valentines Day "perfect" you had spent the past few hours cooking dinner for both you and Finn. Easy enough, you made seared salmon, mashed potatoes, and grilled asparagus. You were stressed out of your mind, and nervous to the point of shaking. 

'Everything is going to be fine' you told yourself repeatedly. 

When the doorbell rang throughout your home, you straightened your dress, stepped into your heels, and opened the door. 

There was Finn, stood with a bouquet of roses, and a big box under his arm. A bright smile lit up his face, and what felt like, the rest of the room. You smiled back just as bright and opened the door wider for him to step in. 

He passed you the roses and you let out a sarcastic sigh. "Finnie I'm running out of vases," you said rolling your eyes. 

"Guess I'll start bringing bouquets with vases huh," Finn said, stubbornly. Even after several pleas for him to not waste his money, he still insists on buying you flowers. 

Finn followed you into the living room where he sat his present next to yours. When he walked over to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your forehead, your arms draping over his broad shoulders.

"Let's eat," he said. 

 After dinner had been finished, you both plopped onto the couch, full as can be. You desperately wanted to give Finn his present, but your tummy was rumbling with anxiety. Your hands began to shake as you stood up. Grabbing his presents with one hand, you placed them in front of him. "I wanted you to have these. They took a long time and they mean a lot. Happy Valentine's Day," you said quietly. You twiddled your fingers and removed the wrapping of them both.

He was silently staring at them. You awaited his response, but it felt like forever before he spoke. "Holy shit," he whispered to himself. His fingertips slid against the glass while gazed down in awe. 

You were petrified. "Do you like it?" you asked. He just sat there at a loss for words.

 "Y/N. I love it. This is absolutely amazing," he looked up at you smiling with that stupid grin of his. 

He carefully sat the frames on the couch and hugged you tightly. He squeezed you to his chest and you inhaled the light scent of cologne he gave off. 

"I love you," you whispered into his chest. You half expected him to not hear you, but he did.

"I love you, too" 

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Pillow Talk

I friend of mine had a dream like this, so I turned it into a fic. Enjoy! 

Sometimes, Camilla hated being home alone. Sure, it gave her ample time to enjoy Nozomi’s extensive library of anime and manga, but it wasn’t very fun when Nozomi wasn’t there to enjoy it with her. She didn’t need to work, since Camilla’s family paid for all of their expenses, but Nozomi insisted on doing it anyway. Apparently she didn’t want to waste her degree, so she got herself a desk job. A job that seemed to suck the life out of her every passing day. It kept her out of the house and active, but sometimes she’d come back looking like she’d lost the will to live.

And today looked like it was one of those days.

Camilla was laying on the couch, as she usually did, curled up under a blanket and reading another volume of one of Nozomi’s recommended manga. She’d already read enough today, but right now the story was getting so good that she just couldn’t put it down. The heroes had finally reached the villain’s lair after a painfully long and treacherous journey, and the protagonist was currently at his mercy since he could stop time. It was truly gripping, and it felt like there was no way he was going to escape that barrage of knives that were floating mere inches away from his face. She froze on that page, too tense to turn it for fear of what would happen. Would he die? Of course he wouldn’t, but his best friend and their shaman had already been killed already, so there was a chance that he might meet his end here. It felt like time was slowing down for her as she turned the page, and there was absolutely nothing that could rip her away from such a gripping scene.

Ok, that was a lie. There was one thing, and that was the front door opening. And that meant that Nozomi was finally home. Camilla’s heart skipped a beat as she heard it swing open, and she closed the manga and looked up to see Nozomi walking into the kitchen.

“Welcome home, Nontan!” Camilla greeted her, putting the book down on the coffee table so she could give her girlfriend her full attention. Nozomi didn’t immediately respond, and that already made Camilla go from excited to a little bit concerned.

“Hey Cammy…” Nozomi groaned as she put her bag down, turning so that Camilla could see her very tired face, “How was your day?”

“Oh, it was alright. I did some reading, cleaned a little bit, it wasn’t very lively,” Camilla replied, keeping her energy up in hopes that the vibes she was giving off would help Nozomi’s mood improve, “And you?”

“I got swamped with so much stuff today…” Nozomi said, rubbing her forehead, “Mako-chan was out, so I had to cover for her, and… and it was just really exhaustin’, y’know?” Nozomi paused to yawn, and she cracked her neck in an effort to keep herself awake. Camilla nodded, assessing the situation. Nozomi wasn’t asking for it, but she certainly looked like she could use a little help.

“Well, sounds like you need yourself a little pick-me-up after the day you’ve had,” Camilla said, sitting up a bit, “Is there anything I can do for you, dear?”

Nozomi shook her head and looked down as she took her jacket off. “Nah, I’m good. You don’t have to do anything for me, really!”

Her rejection of her offer made Camilla frown. She hated how stubborn Nozomi could be when it came to accepting things. She was always ready to give and do things for her, so why couldn’t she just be the same with receiving? Perhaps she was going to need to try something else if she wanted to get her love to unwind.

“Are you sure~?” Camilla asked, adding a hint of seductiveness to her tone, “Because I think you might be hungry for something else…” She slid her blanket off and let it drop to the floor. Since she was just staying in the house and being a lazy fuck all day, Camilla had on her infamous Momma Bear hoodie with matching shorts, an outfit which, while incredibly hot, was also extremely comfortable for her to do nothing in. She flashed a sly, saucy smirk at the purple haired girl, arching her back out to display all that delicious, exposed tummy.

Nozomi, however, didn’t seem to care about it. She didn’t even blush. She just sighed and shook her head.

“Cammy… I’m fine, really,” She said, “Besides, we just had sex last night. I’m grateful for more, but I’m sated.”

Well damn, that was new. Camilla had never seen her reject tummy before. Usually that turned Nozomi into a horny blushing mess, and she’d jump across the room and tackle her so that she could enjoy her meal. But there she was, turning it down. It actually kind of stung, to be honest.

Defeated, Camilla slouched back down onto the couch and looked away, trying to hide an embarrassed blush. She felt like a fool. But she was a fool who was in love, and she wasn’t gonna let Nozomi go without some lovely rest and relaxation.

“Alright, I suppose you have a point,” Camilla murmured, “But I still think that you shouldn’t make dinner. At least, right now, anyway. You should take a breather instead of working yourself to the bone.”

“Cammy… I’m fine, alright?” Nozomi raised her voice as she tried to get her point across, “I don’t…. *yawn* I don’t need you to bend over backwards for me right now, alright?” The yawn made Camilla’s eyebrows raise, and she turned her head back to look Nozomi right in the face with a stern glare. “...Ok maybe I’m a little tired…” Nozomi admitted, yawning again.

“Indeed you are,” Camilla stated, “And it sounds like you really need a good nap.”

“Yeah, you’re right…” Nozomi said, letting Camilla win yet another small argument, “I think I’m gonna go upstairs and take one. We can order something later.”

“Absolutely not!” Camilla shouted, standing up from the couch. Her sudden raise in volume made Nozomi stop dead in her tracks, afraid that she had done something else to upset her.

“Did you want to make dinner instead?” Nozomi asked, turning to face Camilla as she leaned on the kitchen doorway.

“No, silly! Takeout is fine, but you’re staying down here if you want to take a nap!” Camilla went from stern to a little goofy there, but she was still giving orders, and Nozomi had no choice but to follow them, even if they didn’t make sense. After all, Camilla did know best for her.

“Um… ok?” Nozomi said, walking into the living room with a confused look on her face, “But why do you want me to sleep down here?”

Camilla didn’t say a word, she just sat back down on the couch and put a hand on her lap, patting her thigh a couple times as she looked at Nozomi with a tender smile. Nozomi wasn’t sure what she meant for a second, but then it clicked. And when it did, she smiled and giggled.

“Ahhh… that’s just like you, isn’t it?” Nozomi chuckled, walking over to the couch so she could take her nap. She got herself situated to lay there, and once she did, she put her head down on Camilla’s lap, facing away from her.

“Are you comfortable?” Camilla asked, looking down at her love, who was all cute and situated on her lap.

“Yeah…” She answered, picking the blanket off the floor and throwing it over herself, “Your thighs are really warm… and soft…” She sounded like she was starting to drift off already, and that made Camilla’s face burn from how adorable it was.

“I know, my siblings used to say the same thing whenever they’d do this,” Camilla replied, putting a hand on Nozomi’s head and stroking her hair softly, “Ahh… it’s been years since I’ve had somebody do this. It’s refreshing to finally have someone rest on me again, though.”

“Yeah, I guess it would be,” Nozomi replied, letting out another yawn. “Do you mind if I try a little something, though?”

“Not at all. If it makes you more comfortable, than go ahe-AHH!” Camilla let out a surprised gasp as Nozomi quickly shot up and pulled her onto the couch, with the two of them facing each other. She pulled Camilla down a bit by the legs before she put herself between them, curling up before she rested her head on Camilla’s exposed tummy.

“Ahhh… much better,” Nozomi sighed, shifting around to get more comfortable as her cheek rubbed up against Camilla’s belly. Camilla was speechless at first, but then she let out a giggle and just accepted it.

“I thought you said you’d had enough of my tummy?” She teased, lightly bopping Nozomi on the side of her head for being a liar.

“I did, in a sexual way. I might find your belly attractive, but I love it even more in a pure way! It’s the softest, squishiest, warmest, cutest tummy I know, and I love it to bits, hehe! But not as much as I love you, though...” Camilla couldn’t help but blush at that. She was humbled, and she honestly felt like she was going to get a bit teary eyed. This was simply too much!

“Well… I hope you know that I love you even more than you love me or my tummy,” Camilla replied, stroking Nozomi on the head again to help her drift off.

“I know…” Nozomi yawned, closing her eyes, and just like that, she was asleep.

“Sweet dreams, dear~” Camilla replied, getting comfortable on the couch so that she could watch her sleeping Nontan. 

Camilla hated being alone. But right now, she wasn’t. And she was content. 

FIN

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ok so I know it's been two whole days and everyone's probably ~~over~~  the buzz by now but I never will be until my dying day and I still have many feelings that keep bursting out in sudden rushes of weeping, smiling emotion every time I think about and look at my photos from the TV choice awards so whilst I'm finally feeling more human yet shattered and still in my bubble of happiness and daze and joy and laughter that seems to treble in potency late at night I'm here to relive the best moments from 4th September 2017 which is now officially declared National Ryan Hawley Day by his number one fan and tv husband Daniel Benedict Miller *deep breath* here we go...

getting off the Leeds to London train to find out Iain, Sally, Charlotte and John were also on it and we were completely oblivious to the fact we were sharing the same enclosed air as soap's best loved cast and most loathed man lmao (honestly we should have known from then on that it was going to be the most momentous day?!????)

seeing Iain once again as he walks past and ignores a group of very bitter robron fans whilst everyone tries their best to hold back with a couple of oooh's here and there, awkward tension that you could literally cut with a knife and comment of the night "can we all hush because he won't give us robron back at all" WHAT IS THIS TUMULTUOUS LIFE I LIVE I HIGH KEY WANTED TO LEAVE EARTH

the same very bitter robron fans forgetting about any foregoing drama, gathering together both in person and online to love and appreciate and support our boys. Meeting fans we'd spoke to for months (even years) for the first time and instantly connecting because of our mutual passion. It was just so pure???? and lovely??? and comfortable???? how happy and delighted and wrapped up in dryan we all were sat on those cold, hard floors cuddling for warmth, bonding and crying over how kind everyone was being as we posted our photos. It was one of - if not my favourite - times in the fandom (aside from the soap awards) and it made me realise why we're all still here on this rollercoaster journey

all being in a designated group waiting in anticipation for Danny and Ryan content as well as their arrival on the red carpet and making the loudest most inhumane noise as soon as the first photo was released, to say all eyes on us was an understatement IT WAS GR8

getting the news of more photos and videos and interviews and articles and reacting together it just made the experience so!! much!! more!!! special!!!

 chatting with Kate Oates for a good few minutes and her giving an awkward side eyed chuckle as we tell her we miss her and need her back HONESTLY she is such a babe and I think she just about gets our current despair lmao bless

completely missing Danny and Ryan rolling up looking a solid 12/10 as they dive straight in the door and feeling deflated but also on top of the world (pretty sure my only view was Ryan's blonde locks sticking out from the crowd of heads and I have never felt more fortunate)

deciding to sit round the front in the dark and wait for any signs of the boys whilst contemplating how and why this god damn ceremony won't just start and it ending up being THE MOST SUCCESSFUL DECISION OF ALL DECISIONS

some random man asking if we're waiting for Danny Miller because he sensed 'that vibe' I don't think I've ever related to a passer by so much in my life it was amazing 

seeing Danny first (of course, how many times does that boy want to take a cig break outside?!?!) him casually strolling over to us after he'd dealt with the sought attention on the other side whilst we're all must remain cool and collected, must try and not transport my thoughts from my brain to my mouth about how much I want to rip that suit without a tie off him and ruffle his perfect hair

him being the sarciest little shit??? "you travel about you lot don't you" were the very first words to come out of his mouth and I'm just??? thanks Danny for reminding me what a high key mess my life is it's all because of you I hope you know that!!

him saying he'd record Ryan's speech before the knowledge of him winning was actually in (LOL HE SO KNEW AND I'VE NEVER KNOWN SOMEONE BE SUCH AN ENTHUSIASTIC FANGIRL FOR RYAN HAWLEY I WOULD HAVE SOLD MY SOUL TO SEE HIS NERVOUS BEAMING LIL FACE THE MOMENT HIS NAME WAS ANNOUNCED)

Danny saying Ryan said he'd come out to see us later and us being all *insert everybody calm down it's happening gif here*

THE MOMENT WE FOUND OUT RYAN HAD INDEED WON BEST ACTOR AND NOW BOTH OUR BOYS WERE AWARD WINNING ACTORS there were genuine tears of merriment with hands clasped over faces it was a beautiful sight to behold and I've never been as ecstatic  

Danny coming out (again) once the show was over and Emmerdale had smashed yet another award show, us applauding from a distance and Danny cheering with us from the other side of the road

us getting told to be quiet by the security for the hundredth time that night

 then the biggest blur of the century occurring almost immediately afterwards as Danny tells us he's gonna bring the winning man out to us not even giving us chance to compose ourselves

A WILD RYAN HAWLEY APPEARS WITH THE BIGGEST GRIN ON HIS FACE CLUTCHING HIS SHINY AWARD AND MY LUNGS NEARLY GIVE IN

DANNY FOLLOWS RIGHT BEHIND HIM LOOKING SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY AND PROUD OF HIM HE WAS ON THE BIGGEST HIGH AND I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER SEEN HIM LIKE THAT EVEN WHEN HE'S WON HIMSELF, HE HAS SO MUCH SUPPORT AND LOVE FOR HIS CO STARS IT'S SO UPLIFTING

RYAN'S FACE AS HE HEADED TOWARDS TO US WHEN HE TURNED HIS HEAD AND SAW US ALL THERE I'M LITERALLY NEVER GETTING OVER IT him straight away asking us if we'd voted, thanking us for doing so whilst telling us how much winning means to him with his dedicated adorable speech. Him saying he thought John would win and being totally shocked, he genuinely never expected it all and he was so grateful and appreciative as everyone was congratulating him and singing our proud praises WHY IS HE SO FUCKING LIFE RUININGLY LOVEABLE AND ADORABLE AND MODEST HE'S THE CUTEST ANGEL I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIS SMILE AND HIS SWEET WORDS

Ryan just melting my heart to mush and reminding me why I hold so much admiration for him I'm just so honoured to have seen him right after his win and so unbelievably pleased we could show him outright the love he deserves and has instead of hearing it from second person IT WAS SO CHILLED AND SO PLEASANT TO SEE RYAN SO RELAXED MEETING US I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER SEEN HIM SO AT EASE AT A TIME WHEN HE ACTUALLY LEAVES HIS HOUSE (the drinks and Danny’s company probably helped)

DANNY JUST STANDING BACK AND LETTING RYAN DO HIS THING AS HE PRACTICALLY PUSHES HIM TOWARDS US EMOTIONAL AWAITING FANS I'm getting flutters in my tummy typing this out why am I like this why do they do this to me like???? what the fuck??? he just started filming randomly after he purposely went inside to bring him out and let him know there's plenty of people who are proud of him??? like he needed to witness him all there with us and he came out with him as backup because he wanted to record the moment we all gave him double the love he gives him on a daily basis I will never ever ever ever recover from this HOW WILL IT SINK IN HELP ME

us being completely unaware that Danny was filming at first and then just being in a state of belief about it, after we found out it was on Instagram and watched it back it was meltdown I tell you I have never been so thankful to be hidden behind a bush LMAO WILL I EVER GET OVER DANNY GLADLY EXPOSING US ALL AND CAPTURING THE FOCUS OF MY FRIEND JADE AND HER LIL CONFUSED WAVE NO I WILL NOT IT MAKES MY LIFE LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE

Danny getting us into trouble by the security for the third time that night and him just howling about the fact whilst carrying on filming despite the professional demands HE'S JUST WALKING AROUND FILMING HIS KING WHY THEY GOTTA RUIN THE VIBE IDC IF PEOPLE ARE SLEEPING RYAN HAWLEY AND DANNY MILLER ARE WITHIN REACHING DISTANCE IN THE SAME ZONE LET US ENJOY THE EUPHORIA

Danny being a cheeky, playful little shit 2.0 "where's that video going then" "never you mind" *smug smile and wink* "you so knew Ryan had won didn't you that's why you said you'd film the iconic moment for us???" "oh I can’t tell you that can I" *another smug smile and wink* I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART

A DRYAN PHOTO MY FUCKING DREAM COME TRUE I WAS SHOOKETH TO THE CORE I STILL AM I CAN'T STOP WEEPING OVER IT EVERY TIME I CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY LOCK SCREEN

explaining what being shooketh is to Danny and hearing that word from the horse's mouth what a weird encounter

ridiculously happy Ryan Hawley holding his award up in every single photo like a proud child receiving their first medal with a school sticker smile IT'S ALL I NEED IN LIFE HE'S SO PRECIOUS

Ryan still finding the time to be the caring dad being concerned about how fans are going to get home, introducing himself with a handshake and reassuring them with a "don't be nervous" I was all awwwww'd out it's just sheer lunacy I can't cope with him

DANNY COMPLAINING ABOUT GIN AND TONIC BEING £20 SAYING RYAN CAN GET THE DRINKS IN SEEN AS HE WON AND DIRECTING HIS NEED TO GET WRECKED IN RYAN'S INFLUENCED AND BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS AURA "let's go get fucked" - that both ends my life and resurrects me every time it crosses my mind p l e a s e

us being all I LOVE ROBRON, hugging and just genuinely being inconsolable after the power duo said bye and headed off to enjoy the party together like there's so many mixed up memories it was that overwhelming and surreal I think I'm still in the midst of a dryan hangover

walking round London at midnight on autopilot and a delusional bubble just going through the motions breathless with no idea where we are or what we're doing, not even looking when crossing the road, nearly getting run over and not even caring because if we died right there and then we'd die at peak levels of happiness

heading back on a 5hr megabus journey just absolutely shook to the core, recapping and waking up from two hours of broken sleep turning to each other and being like OH MY GOD WE ACTUALLY GOT A PICTURE WITH DANNY AND RYAN

I ended up walking through Leeds at gone 6am in the pissing down rain, my onesie and no makeup but it was well worth it to see Emmerdale sweep the board clean and the two men I owe my life to TOGETHER! IN! THE! FLESH! Honestly I wish I could bottle up the moments and the feelings and just dish it out for everyone to experience because literally nothing compared.

I really do have such an overwhelming amount of love for Danny and Ryan and I'm about to cry again like wow they are just too cute I've never seen a friendship so heartwarming, two people being so loving and tender and supportive towards each other in real life whilst being in a constant cycle of snogging, fighting, problem facing, soul consuming and devoting deeply onscreen. I'm still in disbelief I can't even concentrate on reality nothing else matters but them those two married tv husbands and I don't think I'll ever love anyone more. I was just here living a normal, basic life being a normal, basic human being and then dryan came along and changed everything hehehehe the pain. Seriously, Emmerdale has destroyed every particle of my sanity lately but it's times like this when it hits me that there's no denying they own my ass completely EVEN ON MY DEATH BED THE EVENING OF THE 4TH SEPTEMBER 2017 WILL STILL BE THE LAST I SPEAK OF DESPITE THE REST OF MY DIRE INTERNAL AND EXTERNAL LIFE EVENTS CONTINUING AS I GROW OLD