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#(the guy I'm not sorry for-his name is Thunder and I made him up when I was like 7. He's Green)
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" Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine. "
With Bucky. 🥺
This probably didn't go the way anyone wants, nonnie, and I'm sorry!
Give Me a Name
Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Agent!Female Reader Summary: Someone put their hands on you and Bucky can't let it go. Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Tension, threat of violence (not against reader), very minor injury, pet names, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Because who doesn't want a mob boss obsessed with them? ❤️ Edit by the talented @nixakimbo. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Today was a not-so-friendly reminder that mistakes in your job weren’t so easy to fix. You had been in pursuit of a target for weeks and finally managed to catch him. The rookie agent, however, didn’t secure the cuffs and the bastard managed to get a hard hit in when he broke free. The dizziness from the blow was enough to let him get away.
The rookie went after him, but you knew he wouldn’t catch him. You’d have to start all over with tracking him and you didn’t even get a chance to go home to lick your wounds. Not when Bucky’s men showed up and put you in a car.
You should’ve known they were close by.
“I can walk!” You argued minutes later when they brought you to the Barnes mansion. The mob boss had a few homes, but this one had been in the family for years. He had invited you here before, but never took you by force.
Until today.
The men carefully arranged you on a leather sofa in the den before one of them went to get their boss. He hadn’t left the room before the door flew open, the very man he went to find standing there with a look thunderous enough to kill. He snatched something out of one of his soldier’s hands before he went to you, no one daring to speak a word.
You held your breath as you glanced at Bucky. He had the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up as he assessed you, the veins in his arms popped out as he clenched his fists. He was built like a soldier with his massive frame, his life story told in the tattoos and scars that adorned his covered skin. The notorious crime lord more than earned his reputation and he promised he’d tell you his story himself one day.
Today wouldn’t be that day.
He brushed some of his long hair from his eyes before crouching down beside you. He didn’t take his eyes off you as he dabbed at your cheek with the cloth. He stopped when you winced, but you gave him a small smile to let him know he could continue. You didn’t expect tenderness from such a rough man, but you were different to him, weren’t you? You had been since the two of you crossed paths some time ago. Why?
What made you so special?
“Who did this to you?” He asked in a low voice. You could hear that he tried to keep the raging storm inside of him, but his icy eyes showed you everything. The growing fury was bound to come out. Who would he destroy in his path to sate the beast?
“Bucky. I’m fine,” you croaked as you tried to sit up more, but he stopped you from moving. “The guy got lucky and it isn’t anything I haven’t faced before. Just let me get back to work,” you said.
You noticed most of the men nearby avoided eye contact when you looked around. They had every reason to be afraid. James Buchanan Barnes was downright terrifying when crossed.
And crossing you was a worse offense in his eyes.
“Give me a name,” Bucky demanded, though he didn't raise his voice. “Tell me his fucking name so I can take care of it.”
“I can’t,” you whispered. If you did, he’d kill him. No, he’d torture him first. Likely for days on end before he begged for death. And you needed him alive.
That was your job.
Yet, you could never find it in yourself to bring Bucky in.
“Don’t make me shoot you.”
You froze at the cold tone before you realized Bucky didn’t direct that statement at you. One of his men standing feet away turned his head to the side because he got caught staring. You should’ve known better. Whatever cat and mouse game you and the mob boss were playing, it was for him to catch you in his trap, but never hurt you.
Not when he wanted to keep you.
“I’m sorry, boss,” the man promised, his tone wavering when Bucky reached for one of his pistols. “I-”
“‘Cause I’ll do it in a heartbeat and never look back if you glance at her again,” he promised. He was a man of his word. “Leave us. All of you. Now.”
“Bucky, it’s okay,” you assured him as they filed out. The men were dangerous, but you weren’t about to let him shoot the poor guy for looking your way.
“It isn't okay. Someone put their hands on you,” he nearly growled, the soft touch to your cheek a stark contrast to his voice. “You think I can let that go? I can’t. I won’t.”
You brought a hand up to tuck a few strands of his hair behind his ear. His eyes shut for a moment and grabbed your wrist before you could pull away. He dragged your fingers through the short beard along his jaw, like he was starved of your touch and needed more. You didn’t want to admit how much you wanted him.
Not when you belonged in different worlds.
“You don’t have to ‘avenge’ me, Bucky, because I’m not yours,” you said carefully. Were you telling him for his sake or yours? “Let it go. Please.”
The storm continued to rage in his eyes when he opened them and you wondered who would win the battle of the wills. You held your breath again when he moved close, the scent of his woodsy cologne making your head spin. Instead of brushing his lips against yours, he brought his mouth to your neck. Scraping his teeth over your pulse, you couldn’t stop the shiver of arousal that moved down your spine.
“You are mine, Kisa,” he whispered, giving your neck another nip as you tried not to whimper. “And I’m going to find out who did this whether you tell me or not. And I’m going to kill him.”
Your heart shouldn’t have raced faster at his declaration. “If I tell you, will you let me go home?”
“You are home,” he replied, pulling away and looking into your eyes so you could see how serious he was. “And I’d feel a lot better if you got some rest in my bedroom.”
You shuddered because you both knew you wouldn’t get a wink of rest if he took you to bed. And if you slept with him, there would be no turning back. “You can’t keep me prisoner here, Winter.”
The cold and ruthless man who only wanted you.
“You’re not my prisoner, Kisa,” he said, pressing his lips softly to your pained cheek. “But I’m never letting you go.”
He’d prove that to you.
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ssinboo · 1 year
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Midnights To Come
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summary: After finding campus heartthrob Kim Mingyu absolutely butchering his trousers trying to fix the hole he'd busted in them, you offer his your sewing abilities. As retribution, he thinks that nothing is more fitting than his ultimate mission: getting you laid.
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You and Mingyu spend an unforgettable night together.
pairing: University!AU - Popular!Mingyu x Unpopular!F!Reader, reader does read on the thicker side? Nothing specific.
word count: 6.8k (30~ minute read)
warnings: protected sex (finally), fingering (F rec), drinking, partying
a/n: Thank you so much for the love <3 This is mostly inspired by Taylor Swift's older music lol I'm starting a new job soon, so I'll be mostly MIA for march and perhaps april TT
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Kim Mingyu was the ex-boyfriend of a friend’s friend’s cousin, unforgettably handsome with the sort of beauty that belonged in Hollywood. A very tall glass of gorgeous with an incredible personality to boot, that’s why everyone adored him. He was majoring in business to follow in his father’s footsteps but was a star at football and made sure no one would forget just who was the best lineman on their amateur team. 
And you’d met once or twice, briefly. Definitely not enough for him to come even close to becoming acquainted with your existence, but more than sufficient for him to leave his mark. He was a campus Idol, a guy you admired for his popularity and his way with people.
It was at a senior’s party your friend had dragged you to, that you met again. You were quietly searching for some solace in an empty room upstairs, when you saw him fiddling with his pants – It was hard not to notice his large frame struggling with a pair of jeans in the dark bedroom corner.
Being quite fair, at first you believed he was relieving himself, carnally. That was a puzzling sight as horrifying as it would be— I mean, the man had lines of women throwing themselves to be his, why would he just jerk off?  And then, you noticed the stapler he was using to completely butcher the fabric in a desperate way to fix the large hole. 
“Oh my God, just stop!” You exclaim, not being able to watch such abuse any longer. He was known to wear brand-name goods and just the thought of high quality fabric being assaulted by staples made your skin churn.
You, however, had totally forgotten to announce your presence. 
Mingyu jumps, falling off the bed in a split-second, clashing into the carpet with a thunderous thump. Eyes blown wide like a moose in headlights, he stares at you from his half-down half-on-the-bed position, suddenly, completely aware of his nakedness.
“Oh- Fuck–!” He exclaims, stumbling off the bed and pulling the jeans to cover his brand-name boxers.
“OH!” You also seem to realise how inappropriate it was to simply barge into his intimate moment with the stapler. “I’m sorry!” You yell from behind your palms, eyes tightly shut. 
“...No problem?” It sounds more of a question than anything. I mean, it was the polite thing to say when someone says “I’m sorry” however, there was a problem. 
“Do you need any help?” You ask, still muffled and hidden behind your hands. Mingyu has no idea on how to reply, he is familiar with those words, especially coming from a lady, but this scenario is totally different from the sexy ones he’s accustomed to. “I’m a seamstress,” Your brain urges for an explanation, as to make the situation somewhat less awkward.
He seems to be content with that. “You are?”
“Yes!” You turn around, fishing around your purse for a small sewing kit, pink plastic box with teeny tiny everything. “I have some needles and thread.” 
“Oh, thank God!”
That’s how you find yourself sitting on some stranger’s bed with a half-naked Mingyu – You’re carefully patching up the seams on his jeans while he sits cross-legged with a pillow between his legs. 
Who would’ve known that years into University, your closest call with a boy would be such a weird scenario. Sitting with the campus heartthrob as you stitch up his busted trousers. What a story to tell your friends. 
“I’m Mingyu, by the way,” He breaks the awkward silence, reaching out his hand; He then realises you are occupied and takes it back.
You tell him your name, eyes glued to the intricate detailing on the garment.
“Are you new here?” He asks, curiously studying your face.
“No,” You mutter, holding a needle between your lips so you can inspect your stitches. 
“How come we’ve never met?” 
“We have.”
Mingyu adjusts himself, leaning closer, “No”
“Yes?” 
“No!” 
“You dated my friend’s friend’s cousin,” You explain, though it doesn’t help.
“I’ve dated plenty of friends’ friends’ cousins’,” Mingyu half-chuckles, practically patting himself on the back for that one. 
You roll your eyes, “We met once or twice, nothing major.”
“I would’ve remembered you.” 
“You didn’t,” Laughing, you don’t even notice he’s taken offence to his own forgetfulness.
“I don’t forget a pretty girl,” It is said as a matter of factly, a worldly known truth of sorts.
“You haven’t.” 
“I forgot you, apparently,” Mingyu is more frustrated than you’d expect – Than anyone would expect for such a laid back guy.
“I’m not pretty, though?” 
Oh, he is furious at such a statement, “What?! Of course you are. You are a solid 7.5, no joke, dude.”
A solid seven point five? Wow. Coming from anyone else, that could be taken as an offence, I mean, what about you made them go so high up the scale yet not even give a full number? But you were talking about THE Kim Mingyu.
That not only tickles your ego in the right spot, but does get a good laugh out of you. Mingyu laughs along, not fully grasping the humour of it, but enjoying the sound of your giggles. 
“Thanks,” You smile, pulling out your scissors to clip the last of your thread. “Here, it’s done.” 
He widens his eyes, “So fast?!” 
With a nod, you put everything back in your pocket kit. Mingyu excitedly inspects his trousers and his jaw falls open once he can’t locate where your repairs are. 
“It’s perfect!”
You smile, “Great!” 
“Wow. You are some kind of sewing genius! Thanks! You saved my life”
Mingyu proceeds to rant about how great you are and how amazing your skills are and you should totally work with sewing – you are, and that you should make clothes – you do. All because you are just that good – from a small repair. 
You were happy with just helping him, seeing it as a finished mission, ready to pack up and head home but he would not have that, oh, no. Mingyu was laser focused on repaying your kindness – he said he hates owing people so you had to accept.   His manner of retribution? Partying and maybe, if you got lucky, getting you laid. It was his mission now.
So he dragged you downstairs to meet his inebriated friends, all surprisingly welcoming and not nearly as douchy as you’d expected – Soonyoung was especially keen on having you accompany him on the dance floor. Even drunk, his abilities surpassed any of your own and he absolutely demolished the floor with his intricate choreo. 
Seokmin pulled you from the dance floor to join him on a cheesy karaoke battle, the one feat no man can accomplish being as stone-cold sober as you were. His usually impeccable vocals suffered under the alcohol and strained over high-notes. So you just plucked the first poor soul you saw in the crowd to substitute you as Seokmin’s duet.  
Stumbling through the crowd and away from the karaoke, you finally find Mingyu, giving him “Help me” eyes. He laughs softly at your predicament, stumbling from his friend’s shoulder to wrap his arm around your neck — his exaggerated stature almost sent you crashing down. 
“Come on, no one caught your eye?” He slurs his words, wild tongue running over his pretty lips, classic red solo cup dangerously dangling from his long fingers. You can see from up close the drunken blurriness that glazes his pretty eyes with unhinged impulsiveness.
You chuckle, remembering his goal was to set you up for a “Hot date”. 
“Not at all. But I had fun.” 
“Whaat?!” He whines in frustration, stepping forward so you’re facing each other. His arm is still heavily draped over your shoulders. “You didn’t have fun!” 
“I did!” You argue.
“No…” Mingyu pouts.
“I did! I promise,” Offering him a smile, you await his response. 
“Have a drink with me?” 
God, he was a pro at puppy-dog-eyes. With pouty lips, glistening under the remnants of his drink and sparkling eyes with furrowed brows. 
“I don’t– I don’t drink,” You’re so upset with the idea of disappointing him and his adorable pout though he barely pays it any mind. 
“Then we can do something else! Come on!” 
“No, Mingyu–!” 
But he’s dragging you away from the party, placing the edge of his cup between his teeth so he can snatch his coat from the hangers on his way out. You’re stumbling under his weight and hurried steps, but the night air feels so refreshing after the stuffy frat house you practically forget his intentions. 
The house behind you thumps under the song that blasts through its brick walls, colourful LEDs flashing from open windows. The front yard feels almost completely separate from the party inside, a world apart from the drunk atmosphere that holds the stifling rooms. 
Mingyu drags you toward the pavement and standing before his car, you feel your stomach drop once you see him press the button to open the door. 
“Mingyu– You– You’re drunk. You can’t drive,” You stumble over your words, nervously fidgeting with your clothes, even if you left right now, would he still drive?
“I won’t. You’re sober,” He says as a matter of factly and you hadn’t even considered driving this insanely expensive sports car. 
Mingyu opens the driver’s door and stands there, gesturing for you to get in. A true gentleman. With a relieved breath, you do. 
It’s a convertible – Of course, it is, no other car would fit his personality as well. The chassis is coloured a blinding firetruck red and the rims are a polished silver, it’s so clearly well-maintained you feel nervous about driving it. The leather seats smell so vividly of his cologne, woody and fresh.
Mingyu closes your door and jogs to his seat, he jumps over his door with ease, settling onto the beige leather seat with a soft thump.
“Here’s ignition, turn signals, speed and all that,” He leans over and points to each item. 
“Is it stick?”
“Nah, I had it modified, it’s completely automatic.” 
“Wow, disappointed in you… I thought you’d drive stick like a real man,” You tease, leaning over to check the height for the seat – It’s obviously too far back so you adjust it forward.
“Too busy getting my dick sucked to worry about changin’ gears,” He sticks his tongue between his teeth, leaning back with a proud smile. 
“Oh, god,” You groan, “Should I be touching any surface on this car?”
“Nope.”
You laugh.
After putting on your seatbelt, you look over and notice that of course, he’s not wearing his. With a roll of your eyes, you lean over and pull the seat belt over his chest. Mingyu would’ve flinched had he not been tipsy, his eyes linger on your body over his, how your left hand holds the belt at his chest while your right hand fiddles with the lock. 
And you have such pretty long lashes that flutter along your cheeks as you focus on finding the clip for the belt. A soft furrow between your brows, you’re sighing and biting on your lower lip; He notices the pretty shade of red that you wear.
But you’re already done and it’s clipped on with a satisfying click. 
“Driver’s rules, shotgun shuts his mouth,”  You say before he can protest the safety measures.
You smile so brightly, happily turning back to the wheel, excited over this incredible machine that lays in your hands. More than the alcohol in his bloodstream, your joy is intoxicating.  
And the car comes alive with a satisfying roar, you feel the soft vibrating from the wheel course up your wrists. For you, following the speed limit felt perfect, the wheel turned so smoothly and the pedals felt the perfect height. But the little devil on the passenger’s seat kept egging you on to go faster. 
Caving to his wishes, you take the highway out of town, breezing through asphalt with no sight of other cars. The confidence that such a smooth ride gives is true, you feel yourself steadily increasing the speed much to Mingyu’s satisfaction.
The wind in your hair, caressing your face with the exhilarating night air, the thrilling constant hum of such a potent engine working to your heart’s content. Nothing could beat the constellation of artificial lighting that lit the night scenery, every building held its own collection.
“Where should I go?” You ask, suddenly remembering you’re supposed to have a destination, your eyes absolutely glued to the road. 
“Somewhere nice,” Mingyu hums, thinking for a second.
He leans back, his left hand is carelessly draped over your headrest and you can feel his fingers fidget with your hair so unconsciously. Any of his go-to destinations were made for getting hot and heavy, which wasn’t the goal tonight; He wanted to repay you for helping him out and you hadn’t shown any interest in… other manners of payment. So it left him with only one option. 
“Take a left next turn,” He says, leaning forward to dig through the glovebox. 
Mingyu finds a pair of sunglasses, putting them on despite the very obvious lack of Sunlight. He offers you a spare set, and though you’d love to enjoy wearing Prada sunglasses that probably cost more than your entire net worth, you also enjoy seeing anything on the road. So you push them on top of your head, pushing your hair back. 
Somewhere along the deserted road, Mingyu grabs the AUX cord, connecting it to his phone and going through his very generic musical taste. But the atmosphere is so perfect you can’t help but enjoy the bubblegum pop blasting from the dashboard. You even sing along. 
It’s a comfortable silence, filled with Pop music and laughter. 
You drive for almost an hour under his strict directions, until you reach a dirt road. There’s an alarm blaring in your mind, realising that you’re far from civilization, in the middle of nowhere with a total stranger. I mean, serial killers were always described as charismatic, right? 
Making a deal with yourself, you decide that if he does anything even remotely suspicious you’re running the car off the road. You’ll die, but he’ll go with you.
Against your anxiety, however, he tells you to pull up at a clearing just ahead and once you arrive, there’s no doubt on why he chose this place.
From atop this hill, you can see far into the city, its blinding lights nothing but tiny stars on the horizon, the noise pollution of a bustling metropolis is totally gone and replaced by the calming murmurs of nature. Before he can even say anything, you’re leaving the car to admire such a view. 
The moon is full, a pale veil over both of you, standing in the starry sky as the queen, ruling over her stars. The light caressing your body with the warmth of the perfect Summer night.
“What do you think?” Mingyu asks, leaning against the hood of his car. 
You can’t help but to briefly admire the picturesque scene he paints with his playboy aura and Hollywoodian beauty, leaning against this straight-out-of-a-movie convertible. He has this side smirk, knowing this breathtaking landscape can’t be topped by any of your past experiences. 
“It’s…” There aren’t words you can find to describe such a view.  “I– Thank you. It’s gorgeous.”
He visibly relaxes, as if he was waiting anxiously for your opinion, “It’s my favourite place.”
“I can see why,” You laugh, joining him, though you have a little trouble stabilising your butt over the hood.
“Everything feels small when I come here,” He explains. 
Turning to face him, your stomach is filled with annoying little butterflies that flutter around and tickle your insides with foolish thoughts. 
His moonlit profile is somehow prettier than his beauty in any other lighting, his perfect nose and high cheekbones and his eyes, God, his eyes. They hold in their dark orbs, all of the stars and worlds, in its ethereal shine. 
You hum, prying your gaze from him before your brain gets any outlandish rushes of dopamine and creates unattainable ideas. 
Mingyu leans back, his lanky body hitting the windshield, his eyes stare up at the stars. At this moment, he wishes he knew constellations from the top of his head, then maybe, he could impress you with his astronomical knowledge. 
“You look like a movie star right now… I feel like I’m in a movie,” Joking, you lean on your elbow, unconsciously following his body with your own. 
“What do you wanna be when you grow up?” He asks on a spur of the moment.
You laugh, “When I grow up?”
Mingyu realises what you meant by your question and laughs along, “You know what I meant.”
Though you’re caught aback, there’s not much thinking to be done, “I want to design clothes.”
He hums, “It suits you, I think.” He didn’t know you that well, but it seemed fitting.
You chuckle, “You?”
Mingyu lets out a long sigh, leaning on his elbows to stare up at you, “CEO, I guess.”
“Have you always wanted to be a CEO?”
His lips press into a thin line and he hesitates on how much he should tell, throwing caution into the air, Mingyu decides to open up. “I honestly… Don’t want to.”
You furrow your brows, “Won’t you take over your father’s company?” 
He nods, “That’s what I should do.”
“Then what do you want to be?”
It’s such an innocent question and in all honesty, sort of childish almost? Something you would ask a small child and just agree with whatever they come up with. But it’s something he was never allowed to question.
“I… Don’t think I know.” 
You hum, “You could be an actor,” It’s a bit of a tease as much as it is the truth. 
Mingyu raises an eyebrow, sitting up so he can face you properly. You have this soft smile on your face that holds so much warmth for a stranger like him, it almost feels undeserving. 
“An actor?” He prods. 
“Yeah,” You shrug, “You just have the vibes for it… Living a thousand lives in just one, I think you could play any character really well. Plus, you have the looks. I always told my friends you have a face that belongs in Hollywood.” It comes out so naturally, you barely realise what you’ve said until he’s staring at you. “I– Sorr–”
Mingyu smashes his lips into yours. 
You squeak, but don’t shy away from his plush lips. 
His left hand reaches for your jaw, fingers softly tracing your cheek with certain hesitancy but you lean into his touch so willingly he can’t help the bubbling feeling that comes to life deep in his belly. 
When your lips part, you feel the night breeze caress the parts of your body he touched and you find your body misses his warmth. 
Your brain simply can’t function. 
In your brilliant academic journey, romance had never been an aspect you entertained. You quickly learned at thirteen that a fairytale story only happens to cute girls with nice hair and pretty bodies. And not the one repeatedly being used as the butt-end of a cruel joke. 
Mingyu represented everything you would never have; A popular, rich guy with amazing hair and looks out of this world. And he was nice, too. Took time of his day to hang out with you and to repay what had been an instinctive action; help out someone. 
It could only have been a mistake, right?
Mingyu, noticing the dread that paints your pretty face, can’t help the cold shiver that takes over his body, “I… I’m sorry.” 
“It’s fine! I won’t tell anyone.” You reply all too fast.
“What?” He blinks a couple of times, “What do you mean?”
“Y’know, I won’t ruin your reputation…”
He practically jumps from the car, standing in front of you, “Say it again.” 
You look up, his towering height has never once been intimidating, until now, “...I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” 
“No, what the fuck do you mean ruin my reputation, why would kissing you ruin it?” His voice possesses such anger you couldn’t even think he was capable of. But you feel yourself getting upset, how long will he torture you with this? Do you need to say with all words how undesirable you are?
“Because no one in their right mind should be seen with a girl like me!” You blurt out, feeling his anger seep into your body.
“A girl like you?” He huffs in disbelief. “A girl that indulged me, was nice to my friends and let me drag her to the middle of nowhere?” Mingyu leans forward, caging your body in between his arms. “ A pretty, kind girl, who helped me without asking anything for it? What kind of girl, tell me.” He orders, his voice in a low, hushed tone that tickles your nose when he speaks.
Speechless, you’re sitting there, face to face with a guy that genuinely shows interest in you, told you you’re pretty for the nth time tonight and has the most kissable lips you’ve seen. 
His jaw is tight with anger, almost as if he’s got a personal vendetta against you self-hatred, but your stupid lustful brain can’t focus on anything but the sharp cut of his jaw, deep veins bulging from tanned skin. 
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, so quietly you think you hallucinated it. But it’s very much true. 
He looks so irresistible, half-lidded eyes staring at your lips while he bites his own. 
“Please,” you exhale, melting into his body when he leans forward. 
You were never a woman of action, preferring when others make the move, but in this moment you have this newfound confidence, meeting his lips halfway, crashing into a fervorous kiss.
It’s nothing like your first, you feel the heat emanating from his body, scorching hot seeping into your skin, burning every nerve it touches with fervorous want. 
His tongue is in your mouth, anxious and exploring and he is humming against your lips such an intoxicating melody that for a second, you’re a stranded sailor falling for the voice of a siren and dipping into the arms of unimaginable beauty.
Saliva drips from your connected lips but he refuses to end the kiss, no. Because you taste of cherry flavoured hard candies, provocatively luscious with a delicious aftertaste that can only leave you longing for more. 
He parts the kiss, leaning back and practically tearing his varsity jacket from his body. You’re watching closely as he lays it behind you, over the car.
Right hand moving to your waist, Mingyu pushes forward until you’re laying on the hood, so pretty. Your body is still finding his, your chest leaning forward so you can mould into his warmth, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, closer, closer. 
You’re breathless, eyes trained on his every move with such incredulity as if you believed you were in a dream, hallucinating every moment so far. 
He can feel every curve of your body pressing tightly against his. It’s evident the effect you’re having on him, blood boiling in his veins with unadulterated desire.
There has never been a moment in his life where he genuinely cared to go slow, to show his passion and intent; Every partner of his had been as much into the act as he had been. 
But you, you’re so fragile and every moment he spends in your presence feels so ephemeral, he can not help the panic that rushes into his body to make it worth it, to make every second last.
His lips trace along your jaw, saliva coating the path he trails down your neck until he reaches your collarbones. And his lips are so gentle and enticing, with their sugary kisses that you lean into because you’ve never felt something so wonderful. 
He nibbles and kisses on your exposed skin, teeth grazing across the teeniest bit of cleavage showing from your borrowed dress. So far, you had done an amazing job at keeping the sounds he elicited from leaving your lips, however this once, you couldn’t hold the breathy mewl that escapes. 
Mingyu freezes, eyes slowly rising up until they meet your face. 
“Oh my god, do it again,” He huffs against your sensitive skin.
“W-What?” You ask.
“That sound you just did, god, you sound so fucking hot,” And he slurs against your chest. Not because of alcohol, no, he had sobered up on the windy car ride, but intoxicated on the effortless warmth that you exude. 
You lit a flame on his chest that burns incandescently with nothing but greedy lust, burning its way through his body with an unfathomable hunger that could only be satisfied by your sweetest moans. 
He struggles with the buttons that decorate the cleavage of your dress, trying to undo them and seriously questioning his soberness when they do not separate.
“It’s got a zipper,” You admit, but he looks so relieved. 
Mingyu leans back, pulling you by your hand until you crash into his chest and he can finally reach the back of your dress. You’re breathing so heavily against his skin, your soft hands grazing along the nape of his neck, fingers tangling into his hair; He can hardly focus on the task at hand. 
His right hand runs under the skirt of your dress, clawing at your flesh with heavy hands, almost as if he wanted to hold you fully in his touch. Toying with the band of your panties, he sighs, watching your chest heave at the contact.
You pull your dress sleeves off, letting the fabric bundle around your waist, though you can’t be arsed to properly take it off. Mingyu does not mind at all, no, he’s absolutely hypnotised by the sight of your tits.
Shoving his face onto your cleavage, he’s pulling you closer into his body by your hips, sucking love bites on your unblemished skin. Leaving a trace of him that would last longer than your moments together, a mark of momentary possession that allowed his brain to indulge.  
And you’re contaminated with his boldness, clawing at his shirt with relentless anticipation. You suddenly have this peculiar urge to feel his skin on yours, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. 
Mingyu smiles against your skin, finding your hands that touch him fervently, wrapping his fingers around yours. And for a brief moment, you feel as though you might’ve wronged him, but he pulls your hands to wrap around his neck as he finds your lips again while his hands are pulling on the hem of his shirt.
The kiss is only parted once, when he pulls the white shirt above his shoulders and discards it somewhere across the soft grass; completely unimportant at the moment. 
And god, Mingyu is divinely sculpted with defined pecs and hardened abs that tense under your touch. You sigh at the dreamy sight of his tan skin completely exposed for your viewing only. 
He relishes in the adoring look you exhibit, eyes dripping wholly in an exquisite hunger you’ve never felt before; And he coerces this scandalous reaction from you with pride. Your hands are eager to touch him, so you do. You run your fingers down his supple skin, fingernails grazing in teasing lines. 
Smoothing out your hands up his chest, you find his neck and pull him toward your lips, wanting to feel his bare skin on yours, stealing his heat until your bodies are running at the exact same temperature.
His hands, large and calloused from playing professional sports, lay heavy on your thighs. Mingyu pulls at the waistband of your panties and takes a second to lock eyes with you, guaranteeing your approval. 
You can only hope you’ve got the good pair of underwear on. 
But it doesn’t matter, because he pulls it off at once, discarding it above his shoulder to fall somewhere along his shirt. 
Your dress is bunched up around your waist and you should’ve felt more embarrassed to be completely exposed before him but Mingyu looks at you with such reverent eyes, taking every inch of abundant flesh with care. 
“Fuck–” He groans, eyes glued to the spot between your legs. You can’t even close them in an attempt at modesty because he is standing right there and not going anywhere. 
He runs a slender finger across your slit, breathing heavier at the sight of moisture that pools along the lips. 
When you bite your lower lip, unknowingly coquettish and staring at him all bright eyed and pleading, Mingyu let out a strained sound that could barely be classified as a groan. 
“Can I?” 
His finger dances around your slit and he looks unsure. You nod with a soft “Yeah.”
Nothing like anything you’ve felt or done before.
That’s the only way to explain the feeling of having his long finger prodding at your hole with gentle movement. He soon joins another one, stretching you out with delicate scissoring motions, he’s not focused on making you cum, he wants to prepare you for him. 
And that very thought makes your stomach tighten in anticipation. 
You don’t even realise when your hips are thrusting against his hand, matching his pace. And you’re definitely not thinking when you ask in a gasp:
“A… Another one–”
Mingyu stills. 
“You don’t fuckin–” He leans forward, forehead flushed to yours, uneven breath tickling your sensitive lips. “You have no idea what you’re doin’ to me, babygirl.” 
You feel your body consumed with an unstoppable amount of confidence, knowing the grip you hold over Mingyu at this moment, you’re dizzy with power.
“Show me, then,” The lazy smile that finds your red stained lips is a sight to bear.
He smirks, knowing he will make you eat your words soon. 
As he pulls his fingers from your cunt, there is a thick string of arousal that coats his skin in a sinful glaze. With a confident smirk, Mingyu 
But he doesn’t expect when you lean forward, letting your tongue run all over, cleaning his fingers and tasting first-hand the pleasure he brings you. 
Oh, fucking hell. 
Mingyu could’ve cum right then and there. 
You’re giggling as he fumbles with his belt, he wishes he could’ve stopped to appreciate such a sweet sound, but he was way too horny to think about anything other than plunging his cock into you at once. 
When the night breeze hits his throbbing erection, Mingyu shivers.
You’re chewing on your lower lip, equal parts excited and terrified at his sheer size. He is large. And fat, with bulging veins running down his length and a thick head that’s trickling with pre-cum. 
“Oh my god.” 
Mingyu cowers at your gasp, “What?”
“You’re huge, fuck.” 
Oh, your praise runs straight down to his erection. His chest puffs out with absolute pride.
“Do you have a condom?” It was a silly question when aimed toward Mingyu, of course he did. He always does. 
He fishes out his wallet and pulls a fresh packet, tearing the foil apart with his teeth and pulling the pre-lubed rubber. Mingyu is about to roll it over himself when your hands find his. 
“Can I–?” You ask and he almost sighs. 
He watches you with bated breath. You’re delicate, small hands quietly rolling the condom over his seemingly unending length until you’ve reached the base. Your fingers linger in curiosity and he can’t help but to find it adorable.
Properly protected, Mingyu grasps his length as you position yourself better on the hood, legs wide open, dripping in anticipation. Oh, you couldn’t fault his desire to tease, could you?
Running his tip over and over your drenched core, he groans. You’re clenching around nothing, hands fidgeting with the bunched up fabric of your dress. Mingyu has a stupid confident smirk on his lips, watching you squirm at his minimal touch. 
“Mingyu!” You whine when he brushes against your clit. Reaching your right hand, you claw at his heaving chest. He doesn’t budge, however.
“What?” He plays dumb, toying with your hole. 
“F-Fuck me? Please…?”
Fuck seven point five, you were a ten, a twenty, a one-hundred, no fucking numbers could quantify your allure, no. You could charm your way out of any crime if you pursed your brows and pouted your lips like this, smeared red lipstick painting your soft skin, saliva dripping down your chin so indecently. 
And your hand was still, caressing his stomach, like a succubus ready to pounce and devour him like a five course-meal. Consume him whole, body and soul until he has nothing left to give. He would let you have him, any way you wanted, you just needed to say the word.
Just needed to let his name fall out of your pretty lips in a breathy gasp and he would be at your call. 
Mingyu enters you slowly, stretching out every millimetre of your walls with a burning feeling of fullness.
“Fuck–” He groans, “Relax for me, baby.” 
You take a deep breath, allowing your body to relax as much as your brain allows at the moment and he takes the chance to stretch you out further, hips pistoning forward. 
Mingyu feels the pleasure seep into his body in one fell swoop, dissolving in his bloodstream, filling his lungs with heat. You’re snug around him, clamping down on his sensitive erection, pulsing alive and throbbing. 
“Are you in?” You ask, not risking looking down and disappointing yourself at the remaining length. Mingyu is hovering just inches above you, hand taut on the hood, using every bit of restraint imaginable to not pound you into tomorrow.
“Just a little more,” He breathes out, head coming to rest on the crook of your neck as his hip comes to meet yours.
He allows you a moment to let the stretch lessen, to allow your discomfort to slowly morph into pleasure. And soon, you’ve got your arms wrapped tight around his broad shoulders, his almond eyes have completely surrendered to the dark gaze of lust, devouring you alive with their insatiable hunger. 
“You can move now…” You breathe out, fingers tangling around his silky smooth hair. 
“You sure?”
“Oh, yeah.” He smiles against your lips, hips finding themselves a languid, slow and torturous pace until you’re begging for more. 
The way his body feels against your is something unforgettably wonderful, every curve of his torso giving into your own, every inch of you filling into the gaps of his in an imperfectly perfect little puzzle.
With every thrust, you’re pulling at the roots of his hair, gaining yourself sharp hisses from Mingyu. Though he enjoys the tugging, leans into your scratching, presents his lips to you with total eagerness.
He fastens his movement, thrusting into you with sheer fervour. His hands are exploring your body, kneading at abundant flesh with excited fingers that leave trails of crescent moons shapes along your skin. 
Out here, in the middle of nowhere, caressed by the breeze and the moonlight, you’re whispering his name in an unanswered prayer, letting the syllables dance around in your tongue before you let them slip away into the starry night sky to be forgotten. 
You’re clenching around him with pleasure, feeling the knot in your belly tighten and tighten. 
“Feels– So good,” Mingyu hisses against your kisses, hips not stuttering even once. 
Brain an absolute mush, you can’t find any words to respond other than strained moans.
“So– Fucking good…” Nuzzling along your jaw, he grazes his teeth on your neck, painting your skin with love bites.
“I–” You gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He doesn’t even need you to finish your sentence to know what you meant.
“Yeah? Me too– Let go, baby.” 
Digging his hands into your hips, Mingyu hurries his thrusts, hitting your sweet spot again and again until you’re melting in his arms, singing praise of his name with your candied voice and luring him into his own orgasm. 
He leans forward, capturing your lips in a harsh kiss, hips slowing down as he comes undone, tainting the condom with heavy spurts. 
You’re both gasping in complicity, blanketed in the summer night.
Once the condom is discarded, Mingyu lays by your side and pulls you into his heaving chest. You both lay there in comfortable silence, letting the orgasms fade out into strained sleepiness. 
“Will you promise to remember me?” You ask, watching the twinkling stars that lay before you two.
“Where did that come from?” Mingyu chuckles. 
“Do you promise?” Your voice is a soft whisper that dissipates into a shaky, hesitant breath, “Do you promise to remember me?”
He laughs, but your eyes hold such urgency, he can not ignore the human need to sympathise with your woes. “...Why– Why do you say that?”
“Because…” You sigh, “Because I’ll remember you, – this,” Hands vaguely gesturing toward your conjoined bodies, “For the rest of my life… And I’m afraid even a decade from now, you won’t be able to recall my name or what I look like.” 
It’s serious, it’s a concern that has plagued your mind since the moment you laid down. However, Mingyu can only focus on the fact that you’ve assumed the two of you won’t see each other again, ever. 
Leaning forward, his slight smile does nothing to hide the clearly confused look that is plastered across his handsome face, “It’s like you plan to disappear. We’ll see each other again.”
You shake your head, “What are the chances, Mingyu? We’re just… Fleeting seconds in centuries. What are the chances alumni – Not even from the same major, – will meet again?”
“What if we promise to meet?” Oh, he’s absolutely set on it, but you find it adorable; this fervorous intent on defying the hands fate has laid before you.
“Then, what happens when we’re bored of each other?” You chew on your lower lip, but he discards your argument. 
“That might not happen,” He points out.
“We’re too different. It defeats fate to force it,” You sigh.
Mingyu doesn’t have an answer right now, but he’s seeking one with furrowed brows and pouted lips.
“Remember me like this, no wait–” You run your fingers through tangled hair in an attempt to fix the messing he’d done before. “Done. Like this.” You flash a smile, posing your body in the best angle it has, to construct the perfect memory.
But Mingyu sees your flustered cheeks, smeared lipstick that leaves behind a stained trail of hot red over swollen-kissed lips. Sleep hazed eyes that gaze at him with such warmth, that hold a longing he wouldn’t be able to grasp for another decade. You liked him, you truly did. And that’s why you would never allow your memories of him to be tainted by the grasps of time. 
You’d forever remember his dorky smile and dad jokes, his clumsy hands and warmth.
And Mingyu doesn’t realise it yet, but he would forever remember you as someone who marked him forever. To disregard the cards you’re dealt, make your own memories, remember it all fondly. 
Maybe in a couple years, you will have a wild dream about this very moment, a fuzzy memory that leaves behind a nostalgic smile that will follow you for the day, reminding you of this perfect feeling. You’ll look back with wistful thinking of the good days. 
And will keep it close to your heart.
Where it belongs.
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You thought about it often the day after, but days turned into weeks, turned into months, turned into years. And a decade later, you found yourself having a dream about the distant memory, and the sweet nostalgic feeling accompanied you throughout your routine. 
After university, you had found a simple job in your area that sufficed the need for experience and filled the empty stop in your resume. Though it was far from fulfilling. There was no creative liberty allowed and you often found yourself overworked and constricted by tight deadlines. 
The dream of your own line had yet to die, however. That’s why you had volunteered for such a demanding gig: designing for a historical movie. Luckily, your resume had allowed you a good position, overseeing the wardrobe and designing the pieces that would be forever captured on film.
The main character, a pretty young thing with curly hair, was extremely excited to work with you and almost cried when she saw the dresses she would be wearing. 
Today, you would be fitting for the lead male role and designing him some characteristic James Dean style clothes. Your assistant led him to your office while you were gathering your materials. 
When you enter the room and you’re met with those gorgeous almond eyes, you can’t help the stupid smile that finds your lips.
“This is the lead actor, Kim Mingyu,” Your assistant explains. 
“Yeah, I know,” You laugh. 
He stands up, a charming smirk plastered on his pretty face, “Hey.”
Your assistant looks at you with a puzzled look, “You know each other?”
Mingyu nods. 
“Yeah, I never forget a pretty face.” 
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Part SEVEN of "Clone Danny"
Red Robin, Danny recognizes, steps away from him as he sits up. "My name is Phantom," he signs, blinking the exhaustion out of his eyes. (From Red Robin's perspective, it looks like he has no eyes. There lacks his signature green glow.) "I'm not a gang member, just an out-of-town vigilante."
Red Robin frowns at him, an uncertain grip on the bō in his other hand. "Phantom?" He repeats, no lacking amount of suspicion in his voice. "How can I believe that?"
Right. Yeah, okay, that's fair. Danny shrugs at him, and slumps against the wall. "Google search?" He gestures, he's been out in the daytime before and he's seen the news articles about him.
Red's eyes narrow at him and Danny simply draws his knees up and faceplants into them, half-listening to Red's murmurs into his comm while also trying to get some extra-shut eye.
("Oracle, can you pull up anything on a vigilante named Phantom? The guy here is claiming to be one." Tim says.
"On it."
"Is this Phantom wearing a white mask?" Bruce asks, his voice gruff like an aftershock. "There's a vigilante who shares the same name, but he resides in Illinois."
"Is this guy from that Amity city you visited ages ago?" Says Tim, before shaking his head. "Don't answer that. Yes, he's wearing some freaky mask. I said it reminded me of Hood's helmet for a reason."
"I've got something," Oracle interrupts, "Bats' right. as usual. The Phantom of Amity Park, not much stuff of this guy but he's only been out for over a year. Apparently, his rogues' gallery consists of ghosts."
"Oh great.")
"Look tell the Batman that I'm sorry for trespassing on his turf," He signs irritably when Red Robin eventually starts talking to (re: interrogating) him again. "It's not like I want to be here."
"How did you get in Gotham anyways?" Red Robin questions, batman was on his way to help deal with the situation but Tim doubted he wouldn't get caught up on the way with dealing with petty crime. "Your turf is nearly a thousand miles away from here."
"Two words." Danny deadpans, "Teleport ghost." (Red Robin winces sympathetically.) "I'm keeping this bastard in the thermos for a month for this alone."
(Danny was ignoring the slow-choking anxiety growing in his lungs over how he was gonna get home. He never takes his phone when he goes out, the risk of breaking it was too high. He had no way of contacting anyone to get him home.)
(He swallows the growing lump in his throat, and buries the feeling in the back of his mind.)
"Thermos?"
Danny unclips his Fenton Phantom Thermos off from his belt loop and shows it to Red Robin. "My ghost-catching device," He says with one hand, tilting it carefully for Red to inspect. "I wish I could say I made it, but its a FentonWorks invention."
(He wasn't sure if it was a smart idea to say who it belonged to, but saying it wasn't his probably loosened up any tracks on him, right?)
"Do you work with these Fentons, then?" Red asks, and something dark and shadowy flickers from the corner of Danny's eye. He glances over, and sees nothing, and his hackles raise.
(Either that was Batman, or a ghost, or Danny's mind playing tricks on him. He couldn't feel his ghost sense building in his throat, so he decided it was either the latter of the former.)
Danny snorts, quiet and gruff. "No." He clips his thermos to his belt again, stifling a smile on his face. "The Fentons hate me actually, I prevent them from catching ghosts themselves. Their son gives me their tech."
He had a cover story, so he might as well stick with it, right?
Batman shows up at that moment, appearing atop the little roof where the door is, and giving Danny a heart attack when he speaks in his low, rumbly voice like thunder rolling in, "Why would they hate you for that?"
Danny shoots up to his feet with a startled yell in his throat, clutching his chest as he whirls around and looks up. He nearly runs into Red Robin, and signs a few choice swears at the Bat.
"wow you're scarier in person, asshole."
"you didn't answer my question."
"Of course I didn't, you scared me." and Danny takes a trembling step back when the Batman jumps down and lands on the roof in front of him. He's faced ghosts before, but somehow the living is always scarier.
"But, um, the reason is a bit.. complicated, I guess." He says, fingers beginning to shake as his adrenaline wears off. God is he tired. He wants to go home. "The Fentons are the local ghost hunters and local crazies. I don't know if I can call them mad scientists because they're harmless to the living."
"But they're extremely anti-ghost. I've heard from their son multiple times the very unethical things they would do to ghosts if they got their hands on one."
Danny 'talks' a little more before calling it quits, even telling Batman that he can't tell him more without putting his identity at risk.
Plus, its getting harder and harder to hide his bone-deep exhaustion and his growing fear of being stranded in the most dangerous city in America with no way home.
"I would love to tell you more, believe me I'm dying to." Danny signs, shaky sarcasm dripping from his fingers. His hands are visibly trembling and he's withholding a slowly growing panic attack. "But I would like nothing more than to figure out a way to get home."
"Do you have no one to contact?"
"Sort of. But only one of them could probably come get me and get me back to Amity by sunrise. And I have no phone."
That one person being Ellie.
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8
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sweetenerobert · 6 months
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𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
DAY TWO OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN
tattoo artist!tommy miller × male reader
genre: sisters boyfriend tommy, childhood friends to lovers, explicit, no outbreak au, minors DNI
prompt: taboo au + “do you like when i touch you like this? i can keep going if you want me to."
summary: your sister’s boyfriend catches you reading smut in the kitchen and sees if you want to make your own smutty chapter
warnings: strong language, homophobic sister, cheating, mention of an age gap, face fucking, unprotected P in A, choking, spanking, dirty talk, pet names, creampies, fingering, spitting
word count: 7.4k
a/n: thanks to @morallyinept for listening to me rant about this, love you 🤍
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It was your twenty-second birthday, and to say you were excited was an understatement. You’ve been looking forward to this day for a few days, why? You were getting your first tattoo ever. Your two best friends, Kevin and Eli, made you an appointment — already paid for.
You’d also discovered that your sister was planning for everyone to meet her boyfriend on the night of your birthday party. Your sister, Sasha, tends to steal your thunder — a handful of times. Once, when you were five, and she was seven, you made a Lego spaceship, and she had made an even bigger spaceship — with popsicle sticks.
That one time when you were thirteen, and you had gotten a cross-country award, and she was fifteen and had gotten a giant volleyball trophy. But this day didn't bring you down as much as you wouldn't let it.
After pulling up to the tattoo parlor, your excitement almost exploded through the roof. You’d gone through Pinterest last night like a rich person going through a Gucci store — overzealous. Making so many decisions, you were conflicted between three options.
The smell of a mint air freshener hits your nostrils first rather than anything else. The lights weren't so bright that they hurt your eyes, more or less made you have to cover for a second. Next, you saw the big flashbooks sitting on the small coffee table. But something else caught your eye — more importantly, someone.
His hair was slicked back — stopped by his neck. His neck was covered with tattoos, and his arms were covered with tattoos. He had a septum piercing, and his ears were stretched — having a small gauge in its place. His shirt was tight. You could see his pecs bulging underneath. The man was glancing down at his phone as the bell from the door didn't get his attention. As Kevin let go of the door, the bell rang, the man brought his head up, and a smile was on his face.
“Hey, sorry. Didn't notice you guys were standin’ there.”
His Texan accent was thick. It sent shivers down your spine hearing it.
“It’s fine,” You dismiss. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine, a lil tired, but good,” Tommy smiles. Tommy gets up from his seat, walks around the counter, and walks before you, Eli, and Kevin.
“So, who's the lucky sumobitch to get a tattoo?”
You smile and raise your hand as Eli wraps his arm around your shoulder. “This boy, he’s twenty-two.”
“He’s not a little boy no more,” Tommy smirks.
“He is not, he’s been wanting a tattoo since forever,” Kevin smirks.
“How come you’ve never gotten one before?” Tommy crosses his arms.
You shrug. “Never really had the time, and when I did. I would always forget about it.
"Well. This is your first step into becoming a man," Tommy smirks.
"Isn't that what your father says during puberty?"
"Yes, but this is also an important milestone in a young man's life, and I'm more than happy to start that."
You rub your hands in impatience, more than feeling anxious. You were ready and excited for this day to continue and drag slowly. You didn't want it to end anytime soon.
"Let's get this show on the road," You exclaim.
"That's the spirit. Since this has already been taken care of, you can come with me,” Tommy states, walking.
You eagerly follow Tommy, standing behind him; you can't help but admire his back muscles in his tight shirt; the way it hugs his back does something to you. His pants hug his ass to be firm and cup his buns perfectly. You shouldn't feel this way ─ especially on your birthday. You appreciated Tommy's distraction, but you wanted to keep your head focused on this day. So you snap your head back to look up at Tommy's neck.
You look up at Tommy, making the distraction harder to contain. Your thoughts travel from clean to smutty when you think about how your hands would look tangled in his hair, your nails clawing his back as he thrusts his cock deep in you.
You had to shake your head to eliminate those dirty thoughts you were thinking about. You and Tommy arrived in a small room with a hydraulics chair in the middle of it, a TV mounted on the wall, and a desk arranged with a bunch of equipment you didn't know except the tattoo gun resting.
You looked nervous as Tommy turned around to look at you; you were rubbing your hands slowly, glancing around the room, and biting your lip. "You fine?" Tommy questions.
You snap out of your thoughts and look at Tommy. "Oh, yeah. I was just thinking about something, and it distracted me," You dismissed.
Tommy crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. "What were you thinkin' about?"
"You fucking the shit out of me and calling me a good boy," You thought.
"A birthday present I've wanted for a while," You spoke. It wasn't a total lie. You've been wanting a book for quite a while but never had the time to try and find it.
"What's the book titled?" Tommy nodded. You couldn't tell if he was trying to catch you in a lie or if he was genuinely interested in the book.
"Sweet Dandelion by Micalea Smeltzer," You smirked. "Why are you interested in a book anyway?"
Tommy chuckles, "What? I don't seem the type to read?"
You shrug your shoulders. "No?" You question.
"You'd be right; my girlfriend said I should buy a gift for her brother, and the suggestion she gave me: books. Importantly, romance books," Tommy explained.
"Of course, he has a girlfriend that puts my horny mind at ease," You thought.
"It is a romance book, more on the forbidden side."
"He might like it. I have impeccable taste in books," You comment.
“Is this a special occasion or something?”
“It's his birthday today, and I wanted to give him somethin’ out of the kindness of my heart,” Tommy shrugged.
“Aw, that's sweet. Even if you don’t know that person.”
“I just want everyone to like me, y’know. I don't want to make a fool of myself,” Tommy admits.
“You won't, just be yourself. I met you five minutes ago, and you seem cool.”
Tommy smiles. "Yeah, I bet. Anyways, you have a design in mind?"
"Oh," You exclaim. "Yeah, gimme a second." You pull your phone out of your pocket. Scrolling through the choices in your camera roll, you pick the option you decided on last night and show it to Tommy.
He strokes his beard and nods his head. "Got it, sit down. Do you need anything to drink?" Tommy asks.
"Water's fine," You state.
You sit in the hydraulics chair, watching Tommy leave the room. You have a smile plastered on your face in excitement. Your hands kept patting your thigh into a rhythmic beat, waiting for Tommy.
As you slowly glance your head around the room, Tommy walks in the room holding a water bottle in his veiny hands.
"Here ya' go, songbird.”
"Songbird? That's a new one," You smirk.
"Your friends made the mistake of telling me one of your favorite hobbies," Tommy smiles.
"Remind me to slap them later," You breathe.
Tommy's laugh made you smile and caused heat to rise to your cheeks. Grabbing black latex gloves and slipping them on his hands with a snap. "You ready to get this show on the road, butterfly?"
"Yeah," You smiled. "I'm ready.
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It had been a few hours since you got your tattoo, and you couldn’t stop staring at it. Likewise with your family, but more looks of questioning and disgust from your sister. Kevin and Eli were excited about how your tattoo looked.
You were sitting in the dining room — at the dinner table, your mom had made your favorite dishes for your birthday, and your mouth was watering as you waited for Sasha's boyfriend. You were eager to stuff your face with all the food in front of you. You were bouncing your leg to think about anything else to distract you from the air scents whiffing to your nose.
"Does it itch?"
You turn your head to look at your mom to hear her question. "Yeah, I mean the ointment the guy gave me is working, but the urge to itch it is high now," You admitted.
"I still can't believe you still got a tattoo," Sasha stated.
"I'm twenty-two now, and I barely drink. So, a tattoo was a better option to play it safe on my birthday."
"What if you get an infection?" Sasha questioned.
You shrug. "I'll deal with that when that road comes into view."
"You're insane."
"We've established that already, sweetheart," You smirk.
"Now, now, Sasha," Your dad started. "He's an adult, and even adults need help on occasion. Son, if anything happens, let us know. And we'll help."
Your dad grabs your shoulder in a comforting way ─ knowing how intense his daughter can be.
"He's right, honey. If anything happens, let us know," Your mom smiled.
You smiled at your mom and dad's comforting tones. You and Sasha tended to be at each other's throats at times, her usually breaking your spirits. Your parents dreaded it whenever you two argued. At times, you both could say and resent each other and not speak to each other for days ─ your longest time? A week.
Your dad glanced at the watch on his wrist. "Sasha, where is this boy at? Your brother and I are starving, and this food is going to waste."
"Daddy," Sasha starts, grabbing her phone from her jeans pocket. "He said that he ─ oh he's here," Sasha smiled, getting up from her seat.
You, Eli and Kevin turn your head as the three of you hear a loud engine roaring outside. "How much you want to bet, he's got a tiny dick?" Eli questioned. You and Kevin both snickered. Glancing at the door, Sasha's standing outside cheerfully like a child seeing the ice cream truck.
Your mind had drifted back to the tattoo artist. You wondered if you were ever going to see him again. You missed his smile; his tattoos were intriguing, and you wished you had studied them more as you were in his chair. You also yearned to know what his name was. Eli and Kevin forgot who his name was when you asked them when you left. Tapping your finger on the table, waiting for Sasha to return, you hear the door open, and Sasha starts talking. “Everyone! I want everyone to meet my boyfriend,” Sasha starts. A person begins to walk in as Sasha talks; You, Kevin, and Eli are wide-eyed to see who's coming in.
It was the same guy who did your tattoo hours ago. He walked in, a beaming smile on his face, wearing a leather jacket and a wrapped gift in his hand. Wearing the same jeans you admired him in prior, you bit your lip to calm yourself down.
“His name is Tommy, and he’s a tattoo artist,” Sasha smirked.
You were too stunned even to acknowledge your sister's statement. You knew who Tommy was hours prior. The same man you fantasized about, who did your tattoo hours ago, is dating your sister.
“It's nice to meet everyone,” Tommy smirks.
“His name is Tommy?” Kevin asks.
“I forgot about that,” Eli admits.
“Of all guys, Sasha could’ve dated. It had to be him,” You whined.
“Hey, dummy. Come and get your present,” Sasha’s voice snapped you out of a weird, one-sided conversation with your friends.
You reluctantly get up from your seat and walk towards Tommy. A look of shock and confusion appeared on his face. You anxiously rub the back of your neck.
“Songbird? Sasha’s your sister?” Tommy questions.
“Songbird?” Sasha questions.
“Oh, that reminds me,” You turn to look at Eli and Kevin. “I’m going to hit you both.”
“C’mon, we were looking at ideas for your birthday, and karaoke came up,” Eli starts.
“We both know how much you love to sing, and maybe we found one, and we could go to it after dinner?”
“I’ll revoke the slap for now,” You nod, turning back to look at Tommy with a smirk, indicating he was nervous. “I hope you like it,” Tommy states, handing you the gift.
You take the gift from his hand and glance down at it in your palms. You don't remember when someone wrapped a birthday gift for you. You appreciated Kevin and Eli’s gifts, the tattoo mainly, but in the past, you’ve never gotten a hand-wrapped present before.
You appreciated that Tommy took the time out of his day to hand-wrap you a gift.
You glance at everyone staring at you in anticipation.
“You guys want me to open this now?” You question.
“Yes,” Everyone except Tommy spoke, making you jump out of your skin. You reluctantly open the gift-wrapping paper and rip away at the material as you feel the object's hardness underneath. Take the paper entirely off and see what’s in your hand.
A book you have been looking for a long time. Sweet Dandelion in your hand. The same feeling of being overzealous you had a day ago was rising back up again.
“Holy God, where did you find this?” You ask.
“I went to three different stores to find this book, and I had to gift-wrap it as soon as I got home. That's why I’m late, by the way. Sorry about that.”
“This is amazing. I forgot that I even talked about this with you.”
“You really shouldn't have gone through all this trouble,” You suggested,
Tommy waved his hand. “Like I told you, I wanted my girlfriend's family to like me, and I think I got bonus points for her younger brother.”
You were smiling from ear to ear as you wrapped your arms around Tommy’s neck in an embrace. He was tall, so it felt like hugging a tall stuffed animal. Tommy wrapped his arms around your back and patted your back. As your face sat in the crook of his neck, you felt Deja vu — like you’ve done this before — with Tommy.
You back up from Tommy’s hug, the leather of his jacket making a weird sound as you back up. You look at Tommy with a confused look as he gives you an awkward smile. “Thanks,” You manage to breathe out.
“No problem, it was no trouble at all,” Tommy dismissed.
“Sorry to interrupt, whatever that was. May you three sit down so we can enjoy this delicious food,” Your dad exclaims.
“Please? I’ve been hungry since,” Tommy smiles.
“Well, come on, then. Sit down, everyone,” Your mom waves at the trio standing up.
You, Sasha, and Tommy take your seats, where Tommy sits next to Sasha — near your father. A grin arose on your face as you could tell that Tommy was metaphorically shitting his pants.
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Minutes ago, after dinner had ended, you were standing on your porch, arms crossed, watching Kevin and Eli admire Tommy’s car — a 2016 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat, and watching your father and Tommy talking about the car. You couldn’t help but think about Tommy halfway through dinner. That feeling felt so surreal, and yet you yearned for it again.
“Mom and Dad seem to like Tommy,” Sasha states.
You nearly jump out of your skin hearing your sister.
“Oh! You jump. “What?”
“I said, Mom and Dad seem to like Tommy. How do you feel about him?”
“Oh,” You breathe. “Tommy’s cool and funny. I see why you like him.”
Sasha nodded. “Are you guys leaving soon?”
“Yeah. Would you like to join us?” You question.
“God, no! I don't know how you do that karaoke shit.”
“It's fun — especially when in a group. Do you think Tommy would want to join?”
Sasha turned her head to look at you with disgust written on her face. You could feel her gaze on you, and you turned your head. Whenever you see this look on her face, it usually sends chills down your spine and back — the type of chills that you want to hide from your older sister.
“Do you have a crush on Tommy or something?” Sasha interrogated.
“What? No! I can’t,” You spat.
“Good. It would be best if you stayed away from Tommy. I can tell you make him uncomfortable.”
“How do I make him uncomfortable?” You question.
“With that little hug, you have him inside earlier. You didn't stop staring at him at the table.”
“Our dad often interrogated him. I was interested in the questions and how Tommy would answer,” You spoke.
“So that must mean you’re interested in him,” Sasha retorted
“What? No what is your—”
Sasha turned her whole to stare at her younger brother with such anger that made your stomach churn with how intense her stare marked your soul.
“Stay away from my boyfriend, and we won't have any issues,” Sasha growled and retreated inside the house.
Sasha always tended to assume that you liked her new boyfriends when, in reality, you wanted nothing to do with them. But Tommy could be a different story. You weren't sure how you felt about him. You knew the Southern was attractive, but he’s dating your high-maintenance sister, and you would try your best to stay away from him. No matter how much his “bad boy image” would distract you.
Glancing back at your two best friends, they’re conversing with Tommy while you notice your dad walking up the stairs to the porch. “Have fun, son. Stay safe,” Your dad nodded. You smiled and nodded as your dad’s hands make contact with your shoulder — comforting you.
Your dad walks into the house. You see Eli and Kevin walk to Eli’s car — the conversation with Tommy seems to have ended. You reflectively walk to the back of Eli’s car — hand on the handle, but you yearn for that feeling with Tommy again that you did the unthinkable despite your sister's protests earlier.
“Hey, Tommy!” You exclaimed. Jogging towards the Southern, Tommy turns around to face you. As you are in front of him, jogging to him makes you receive that same feeling you received hours ago — that deja vu crawling from your stomach to your throat. Now, you were sure you must have known Tommy before.
“What’s up, Songbird?” Tommy asks.
His voice sent a chill down your soft cock. You wished how it would sound from behind hearing his voice.
“It was nice getting to know you, and thank you for the book. I hope to see you more around,” You smiled.
Tommy's smile could light up a room; hell, he could bring the sun back up from its dusk state.
“I would like that,” Tommy nodded.
As Tommy started to walk away, you had another question arise from your throat. “Hey!” Tommy turned to look at you. “One more question, and then I’ll let you go home.”
Tommy chuckles. “You can bother me anytime.”
“Before you permanently drew on my skin, do you think we have met before?”
His pupils glanced up at the dusk scenic sky, drew his lips in a frown, and shook his hand. “Can’t seem to think of any time, any reason?”
“Nah, it's nothing important,” You waved. “See you, Tommy.”
“See ya’, Songbird.”
You smile as you walk away from Tommy. That nickname would keep making you feel specific ways you shouldn't be feeling.
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The days Tommy had come over the house felt countless. You’ve seen him more times than Eli and Kevin. After work, you only want to lounge in your bed and forget about being an adult. But then you see Tommy’s car in the driveway, and you are scared to enter cause the idea of hearing your sister's moans makes your skin crawl, and you feel physically ill.
But the times when you heard them, you wanted to crawl into a hole and be buried alive. Tommy usually would have to sneak in the house, but you would rarely listen to what happens when the two were together, and you were grateful for that. However, sometimes, you couldn't sleep, and you hated the sounds your sister would make.
But the grunts, praising, and degrading that Tommy would spit out made you feel a certain way you would hate to tell anyone. Sometimes your cock would twitch hearing Tommy’s voice, having to bite your lips to stifle your moans.
This was one of the rare nights where you couldn't sleep, and you didn't feel like wasting time lying in your bed. You would hate to admit it, but the book Tommy gave you was your favorite thing to read. You were reading in the kitchen, sitting in the high chair — feet dangling near the floor, book in hand.
It was a quiet night. Mom, Dad, and Sasha were sleeping, but you knew Tommy was over the house. You heard his car coming up the driveway. However, you didn't hear anything from Sasha’s room — which you were grateful for. You couldn't tell if you blanked out the sounds or if nothing was happening.
Too involved in the book you were reading, you didn't hear Tommy behind you — your back towards the opening he walked through. You were too concentrated on the book even to notice Tommy. It was only until Tommy's tall stature towered over you — his head over your shoulder.
“Whatcha’ reading?” Tommy asks.
“Jesus!” You exclaim, clutching your chest.
Tommy retracts his head from colliding with yours.
“Sorry. I scared ya’. Can I open your fridge?”
You turn half of your body to look at Tommy in confusion. “It’s insane that you are one of the only people who’s asked me that?”
“Really?” Tommy interrogated.
You nodded. “It's the southern charm of Tommy Miller that all the ladies love,” Tommy smiled.
You chuckle. “Help yourself — also, don't let my sister hear you say that other girls love that southern charm — she can be a bit possessive/intense.”
“Is she?” Tommy asks, grabbing the milk carton.
You scoff. “I’ve lived with her my whole life. I understand her intensity.”
Tommy chuckles, shaking the carton. “Hey, another question —”
“You can drink the milk from the carton if it's empty.”
Tommy looks overzealous with joy as he opens the cardboard container and brings it to his lips.
Your eyes slowly traveled to his neck as you watched him gulp down the milk. Eyes slowly trail down his bare chest as your mouth goes dry. You swear Tommy is drinking the milk slower than a baby does; Tommy’s chest and abdomen were covered in abstract, colorful tattoos, and you saw them as you yearned to trail your fingertips all over his tattoos.
Your eyes glance at his V-line, and you would hate to admit how much it turns you on that Tommy’s so defined in his muscles. Eyes glanced down even lower to Tommy’s hardened cock —
You snapped your body forward toward your book to avoid any eye contact with hard, throbbing appendages.
You hear a satisfied sigh escape Tommy’s lips and a light thud as the carton made contact with the counter.
Tommy’s interest peaked as he saw you back in the same position he saw you in a minute ago—the heat from his broad chest inches away from your back. You could feel how close Tommy was without having to look back. His head was hovering over your shoulder once again silently reading, but you weren't paying attention to him. You were trying to drown him out.
“Cock?” Tommy asks.
You nearly jump out of your skin again, but you contain yourself, and you slam the hardcover book shut. Tommy backs up and turns your entire body to see him — crossing your arms.
“What are you reading, songbird?”
“Nothing!” You shrugged. “Just the book you gave me.”
“Are you sure it's nothing?” Tommy questions, mimicking your pose.
“Yeah, why would it be something?”
Tommy brings his hand up from him, crossing his arms, and points at you, but you can't tell what he’s pointing to, so you glance down at yourself and then you see it.
Your dick was hard in your underwear. You wanted to die right then and there. You couldn't believe your sister's boyfriend just saw your hard dick. You quickly leave your crossing-arms position and cover your hardened cock.
“Oh, shush! Yours is hard, too,” You spat.
You wished you kept that you had seen his hard dick. Tommy glances down and shakes his head to the side.
“Wouldcha’ look at that, your right. But I didn't get this from reading dirty words in a book.”
“It's called smut,” You clarify. You wanted to die. You didn't have to mention what it is to Tommy.
“Anywho, I got it because your sister —”
“Barfing now.”
“She left me hangin’. Now I gotta deal with this,” Tommy complained.
“It does look painful.” You muttered. “Shit, sorry, my mouth moves faster than my mind thinks.”
“It's all good.” Tommy waved. “What’s smut?”
The heat rose to your cheeks as you heard Tommy’s question. “You don't know what smut is?”
Tommy’s lips made a thin line as he shook his head.
You took a deep breath before answering his questions.
“It's two book characters essentially fucking, and you're just reading.”
“S’ you're a voyeur?” Tommy asks, taking a step closer to you.
You chuckle. “No! You're getting it from a character perspective, so you're living in their head — in a weird way.”
“Does that turn you on?”
“What do you mean?”
Tommy’s closer now; your knees were touching his naval, his cock throbbing under your upper calf — under your knees.
“I mean, that you could easily be the character in any book, getting fucked out of your brains, screamin’ someone’s name — markin’ your territory with those nails, clawin’ their back. Beggin’ for more of their cock deep inside you.” Tommy whispered.
Your throat goes dry as well as your breaths start to get slower. Your sister's boyfriend was inches — centimeters away from you, and it was driving you crazy. You wanted to feel his lips on yours; would they be soft, rough, dry, or damp? You wanted to know.
"I- I, uh, a little. I try to imagine that's actually me," You swallowed.
Tommy grabs your wrists and moves your hands away from covering your cock. You and Tommy both look at your throbbing member. A wet spot of pre cum leaked through the cotton material and watched your cock throb under Tommy's grip.
Tommy lets go of your wrists and slides his hands up your upper thighs and each side of your waistband. "May I?' Tommy asks. You reluctantly nod. Tommy hooks his fingers and slides your underwear slowly down. "Lift your hips for me, songbird." You listen to Tommy's soft command and lift your hips as he slides your underwear to your ankles.
Your cock aching to be touched, begging to cum; you watch it throb in anticipation as you wait for Tommy's next move. "Do you like it when I touch you like this? I can keep goin' if you want me to," Tommy growls. You nod as Tommy's hands slowly drift from your calves to your thighs. His forehead resting on yours, your noses intertwine with each other. "We don't have to play pretend, songbird. Do what you want ever since I permanently inked your pretty skin."
You slowly place your lips on top of Tommy's as you both enter a passionate and hungry kiss. You wrap your arms around Tommy's neck as he spreads your legs with his hands. You could feel his throbbing cock — through his boxers on yours. His veiny hands make their way to your inner thighs while you can feel Tommy's tongue lick your bottom lip for access into your mouth. You part your lips so Tommy can slip his tongue in your mouth, exploring any way he can get closer to you.
Your hand slips down Tommy's shoulder and chest — feeling his hard nipple and slipping your hand down under his underwear. Stroking his cock toward you you suddenly have this rush of adrenaline. You needed Tommy — more than you would like to admit.
You shoved Tommy away from you, his back colliding with the refrigerator, a look of shock spread across his face. You stand up, walking towards him, your cock still hard as a rock. "I'm now getting a vivid idea of me on my knees in front of you, and you fucking my face — I don't remember that in any I've read, but we could always make our own," You smirk.
Tommy returns your smirk with one of his own. "Whatever you want me to do, songbird."
You kneel on your knees as you watch Tommy slide his boxers down. His cock springs out and hits you in the nose; you chuckle in retaliation. You wrap your lips around the tip of Tommy's cock, and you slowly go towards the base of his cock. Tommy throws his head back as you start to suck his cock. He grabbed your face and started thrusting his hips towards you.
You could feel the tip of his cock punch you in the throat wih each thrust, this feeling was intoxicating and you loved every second.
"Damn, songbird. So fuckin' better than your sister," Tommy growled.
Your pupiles look up at Tommy bearing his teeth and his hands grip your hair and his thrusts become faster, more beastlike. Tommy was enjoying himself more than he should admit. His girlfriend's little brother taking his cock so well, Tommy's knowing he's older and his songbird being twenty-two, he loved the age gap between you two.
Hearing each slurp, gag, and noise come from you, Tommy could have his warm cum shoot down your throat right now. Retracting his cock from your mouth, Tommy grabs your chin and looks you in the eyes. Seeing your saliva drool from your mouth to your chin, your tears down your cheeks — it was a sight for Tommy he found amazing.
"Open your mouth," Tommy commanded.
You complied with his commands and you parted your lips away from each other. Tommy had positioned his face away from yours and spit in your mouth. Before you could think, Tommy's lips smashed onto yours — gripping your throat lightly. “Get up, songbird.”
You get up, and Tommy turns you around, — forcing you to lean on the table where the book’s spine is in your field of view. You could feel Tommy’s cock bounce off your ass. Your sister would murder you if you knew how badly you wanted her boyfriend’s cock inside you.
You could feel his cock press up against your ass, but you felt it back up from you. You hear Tommy spit again, and you don't think anything from it until you feel the tip of Tommy’s cock slowly slide in. You suck in a deep breath.
“S’ fuckin’ tight, baby,” Tommy growled.
You could feel Tommy’s cock stretch you out, slowly, painfully enjoying every inch inside you. Tommy’s hips had a mind of their own as his thrust started slow, but his thighs clapped against your ass.
Tommy’s slow thrusts became more and more intense, but you loved every second of it. With each clap, your moans kept escaping your lips, and Tommy’s cock slipped out of you as you moved forward.
“Ah! Easy,” You breathed.
“Shut up, songbird,” Tommy grunts, smacking your ass — you moan in retaliation. Tommy slides his cock in between your ass cheeks — teasing you. “You want this dick... right, songbird?”
“You want to feel your sister’s boyfriend to shove his cock deep inside you?”
“Yes, Fuck yes, Tommy,” You whine.
Tommy adjusts himself — sliding his cock inside you, but he doesn't go slow. His thrusts were fast, and you were trying to contain your moans from everyone hearing them. Tommy had gripped his hands on your waist tightly, and he was enjoying the sounds escaping your lips. You were clenching your teeth together tightly to keep your moans from escaping your lips, but your whimpers were another thing you tried to contain — but they slipped through your teeth like smoke.
“Baby, those sounds, make my cock twitch like crazy,” Tommy grunted.
“Fuck— shit, Tommy. You’re gonna break me,” You whined.
“That’s the plan, songbird. I want your family to hear how well I treat you. My cock —thrust— buried deep —thrust— inside your tight ass.” Tommy leans closer to you, his lips inches away from your ear.
“I would love to see the look on your sister's face when she sees me fuckin’ your brains out,” Tommy grunted.
The tone of his voice made your spine have knife-like chills crawling up and down all over your back.
With a firm hand-made contact with your bare ass, you moan as a reflex. Another smack came across your ass, another, and another, and another. You became a moaning bullhorn — bearing your teeth, you lay your forehead on your forearm as you feel each thrust rock the kitchen table.
Tommy wrapped his hand in the front of your throat and pulled you to the side of his head.
“Let’s have some real fun, songbird,” Tommy growled. “Get on the fuckin’ floor.”
Tommy slipped his cock out of you, and you went on your knees and then on your back, laid on the floor. The cold sensation of the floor made contact with your cotton-covered back. Tommy crawls on top of you, lifts your legs, and gazes down at your hole. “Look at that, baby. I bet you're still so fuckin’ tight.”
Tommy’s adjust’s his cock — holding your leg and sliding his cock inside you, you fight the urge to scream right there. “Damn, songbird. No music to my ears?”
“That’s soon, Tommy,” You whined.
Tommy’s lips coincide with yours to make a passionate kiss. Tommy’s thrust becomes so addicting and unique that you don't want him to stop — even if anyone saw the two of you making sweet heaven.
“I remember you,” Tommy confesses.
“What?”
“You asked me If we’ve met before — I lied. I knew you a long time ago,” Tommy groaned, placing his hands on both sides of your head
“Really?” You ask.
“Remember Clark?”
Even with Tommy’s dick pumping fast and hard inside, you forced yourself to think about your old friend who moved away when you were in first grade and he was in fifth grade. You two were close and did everything together after school was over. The both of you could take over the world someday, but like all great things, they end because Clark moved away with out telling you.
He stopped coming to the park after school, no phone calls or anything, just pure silence.
“Are you Clark?” You question.
“Yeah,” Tommy nodded.
“You lied about your name? Didn't you? Why?”
“Because my name sounded like — damn baby, your tight— like a baby. I hated my name. I didn't know any better,” Tommy states.
“But, I wouldn't have — Oh god, yes, Tommy — made fun of you,”
“I know that, oh songbird. I wanted to tell you right before I left, but it was too late; you have no idea how much I missed you.”
“When I saw you enter my tattoo shop, I wanted to hug you. When I saw you in this house, Everything connected.”
You snap your eyes shut and bear your teeth.
“I have my songbird in my arms again,” Tommy breathed.
You were on the brink of crying; all these emotions of sadness you were feeling were intensified by Tommy’s cock pumping inside you.
“Songbird?”
“Yeah,” You squeaked.
“I love you so much. I needed to say that — I’ve wanted to say that ever since your birthday,” Tommy breathed. Tears started to roll down the side of your face as a smile broke out on your face. “I’m sorry if I’ve upset up—”
“No, it's fine, I’m happy. Too happy, I start crying,” You smile.
“Really?” Tommy breathed.
“Do you love me too?”
“How about this? You keep fucking my brains out. I’ll let you know how I feel. I can feel your cock twitch inside me. I can feel you about to cum.”
“Baby, I’m so fuckin’ close. I’m gonna get you pregnant.”
Tommy’s thrusts become more animalistic, hot, and intense. It felt like a scene from one of your many books. You loved this, your old childhood friend making you feel this way and enjoying the moment with him. Another memory you both will share.
You wrap your hands around Tommy’s broad back, scratching your nails on his back, you feel the warmth of Tommy's body as you are about to cum. “Damn, Tommy. I’m about to cum.”
“Cum f’me baby,” it sounded like a command more than a statement. Your cock throbs, and you exclaim a moan as stings of cum hit your shirt.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum in my childhood best friend!” Tommy exclaimed, bearing his teeth. As Tommy’s hips keep going back and forth into you, looking into your eyes, his cum shoots inside you; Tommy steadies himself inches away from your face. You could feel Tommy slip his cock out of you, your hole dripping with his cum.
“How was the ending of this chapter?” Tommy pants.
“Pretty good,” You smiled. Tommy smiles back at you and kisses your lips softly and gently; as he backs up, you look into his eyes. “I love you too.” Tommy’s smile brightened up the whole room. You loved your childhood best friend, and you couldn't ask for anyone better.
“Don’t expect me to call you Clark now,” You insisted.
“I don't; I expect you to call me daddy, now.”
You pushed his face away from yours as your cock twitched, and he landed next to you — leaning on his arm. You're an ass,” You laughed. Tommy’s smile made butterflies flutter in your stomach as he trailed his finger near your nipple.
“Would you be okay with goin’ somewhere with me? Where we could finish our book series.”
You snicker. “Where? ‘Cause I don't want anyone to hear me moan my sister’s boyfriend's name.” Tommy sits up and stands up, outstretching his arm. You take his gesture and lift yourself from the now-warm floor.
“Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll tell you later.”
“Okay,” You chuckle. “Are we taking sepreate showers?”
Tommy scoffs. “Oh hell, no. But I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
You scoff. “Yeah, I find that hard to believe.”
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XiaoAether Masterlist 👹⛅
Edit: version 2.0 here
Or, every XiaoAether moment that I can remember (and an attempt to organize them)
Starting this off with the one scene that made us all go "wait a fucking minute" at the very start of the game,
Battle of Osial
Aether's feet were already steadied. Xiao could've let go, or let him fall as gracefully as Mountain Shaper did to that guard (I would've hated him forever) but considering that he insists that being near mortals is such a biiiig no-no, he could have, but he didn't. No, even more, he fucking tightened his hold.
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Teyvat Food Notes (Sweet Dream, Adeptus' Temptation and Satisfying Salad)
Next! The promotionals during Xiao's release as a playable character. Specifically, Teyvat Food Notes. To celebrate his release, they made an Almond Tofu + Sweet Dream Food blog.
Note: Both google translate and Papago seem to use Mandrill instead of Xiao, so... just know that's who it's talking about.
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This is where we learn that Xiao didn't even make "Sweet Dream"; this dish was Aether's thank you gift to him. Xiao's specialty dish is a gift from Aether. I'm- agh. ANYWAY.
We actually also see Sweet Dream in Childe's birthday art. And I'm really sorry to Tartaglia but seeing it stole all his thunder. I could not get over it.
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I like to think Aether was so busy making Childe food that he absentmindedly started preparing Almond Tofu in the way he's used to (because of how often Xiao requests it :'> ).
Just when I thought that was it for the Teyvat Food Notes and I could've moved on, I found this in the Adeptus' Temptation food note; the one they made for the first Lantern Rite.
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Note: "Fairy/Buddha Jump over the Wall" is apparently an actual Chinese delicacy that the Adeptus' Temptation is based on!
I found this part really cute, especially right now because of the poetry event. Since the beginning, Aether's always known that Xiao was capable of being poetic, it just took them being close and his encouragement for Xiao to actually make a poem.
Lastly, Aether's Satisfying Salad. This isn't connected to the food blog this time (since that one's for Mona), but rather, this and Almond Tofu are the first dishes Aether has ever given Xiao in the game. I included this despite it being pretty minor because in Moonlight Merriment, Smiley Yanxiao actually brings this up again.
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Smiley Yanxiao: The boss told me to take care of him, but this guy, let me tell you - he is one tough nut to crack. He usually turns his nose up at everything that isn't Almond Tofu.
Xiao willingly ate something that wasn't Almond Tofu because... because what, it was given to him by a cute blonde traveler? The jury's still out on that one.
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Lantern Rite 1.3, Baizhu Story Quest
I'm sure we're already familiar with this scene, right?
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The very first time Xiao promised Aether that no matter what, as long as he calls his name, he'll be there. Right after that was Moonlight Merriment, where the game literally specifies that Xiao made that promise just for Aether. Way to make your commitment subtle.
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Ah, Xiao, you're so easy... Of course, this wouldn't be the last time that Aether calls for him and Xiao arrives immediately. This also happened during Baizhu's story quest to, yet again, the astonishment of everyone around excluding these two. (Xiao's dedication is one of a kind)
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Xiao worries over Aether often, despite knowing that they're both formidable in their own right. I also think it's sweet how every time they meet, Xiao's departing words are always a reminder to call for him whenever needed, to the point where there are times that Aether just goes "Yeah, we know." before he can even finish the sentence.
Unfortunately, though, there is one time where Xiao failed to reach Aether when he called him, but only because he physically wasn't able to.
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Perilous Trail (Interlude)
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The only thing that prevented this man from getting to Aether like always was being in a different plane of existence. Romeo and Juliet wish they were this romantic istfg
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Aether: Come find us.
Xiao: No.
Yanfei: But Aether's in trouble!
Xiao: How do we meet?
Now where else did someone pull this tactic recently-
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...Again, XIAO YOU ARE SO EASY. But anyway, back to the Chasm bc I wasn't quite done with that-
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As soon as Yanfei tells Aether that Xiao is awake, Ae comes running. Just full on "stop saying you're fine i'll be the judge of that"
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And he looks so angry when Xiao brings up writing a will. augguh they are sooooo- (i would put a reaction pic here if i didn't have an IMAGE LIMIT fuck tumblr bro)
To finish off the Chasm Interlude on a more serious note, this entire conversation was really touching, and I love seeing the progress these two have made over the years. Xiao letting himself open up with Aether's help year by year is one of my favorite things about this game.
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Teapot and Character Voice Lines + Birthday Letters
For the first and second Lantern Rite, Xiao was still adamant on not even stepping foot in Liyue Harbor, declining every invitation to go there because of how much he disliked being near mortals.
Yet in his teapot voicelines, once you reach a high enough friendship with him, Xiao actually takes the initiative to invite Aether to go to the city, if only to understand him better. Xiao explicitly says that his willingness to go to the harbor was for him.
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More About Xiao I: I'm willing to protect you.But don't think about getting close, and stay out of my way, or all that awaits you is regret.
More About Xiao V: It's too late. The connection between us is too strong. Even if you wanted to, it's too late to sever it. Hm? You've never thought to sever it?
About Shenhe: It seems Shenhe places a great deal of trust in you. Well, how could she not. There are few people in the world as kind and good-natured as you.
Shenhe, About Xiao: My first impression of him was that he's not one to smile. After meeting him again more recently, however, he's still as reserved as ever, but… he seems a lot more relaxed now. Maybe he… met someone special.
That line by Shenhe made me happy. Aether's effect on Xiao benefitted not only him, but the people surrounding Xiao as well. We even see that in his birthday letters, where at the most recent one, he follows Ae's advice and goes to spend time with old friends.
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They're also all just insanely romantic, I feel like that goes without saying. Every year, I wonder how Genshin would possibly top the one before it that isn't just an explicit confession of undying love.
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Lantern Rite '23
I'm here to remind you all of a beautiful scene that should never be forgotten for years to come.
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Regardless of Genshin trying to be mysterious and making us guess who saved Aether, the fact that they both came rushing over is incredible on its own. They know that Aether isn't a damsel in distress, and Paimon's acting was so on the nose, but they still couldn't allow even the slightest possibility of harm to come to him.
Xiao looking away and talking in circles just to say he really was worried is the funniest fucking thing.
For the Lantern Rite event itself, if you've read this far in, you're probably already familiar. I really wish there wasn't an image limit because I have so many screenshots I want to put in here. If you want a refresher, watch this and start around the 2-hour mark
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I wanted to put my own video in the post but you can only put one :/// I'm fist fighting whoever put these limits. 1 video file and 30 images? who are you
BACK TO THE TOPIC
There really isn't much I could say that I haven't already said before. For XiaoAether shippers, this was hoyo spoonfeeding content on a silver spoon. It's Aether and Xiao at their most comfortable with each other, talking and spending time with the people they care about. It's Aether fulfilling his end of the bargain of bailing Xiao out of uncomfortable social situations, because if you haven't noticed throughout all of these examples (or even outside of that), Aether is so perceptive when it comes to the comfort of the people around him.
This was also the event where we find out that for Xiao, the most distinguished guest in his eyes was Aether (Even though Ae thought he was going to say Zhongli..)
I have a lot of love for this event. But since this isn't just a lantern rite post, I'll move on.
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Waterborne Poetry
The catalyst for this post. The reminder of how lovely this ship is, and how far these two have come.
As we have all learned from Xiangling, Yanfei, Venti and Hu Tao, you only need to mention Aether's name to convince Xiao of whatever it is you're planning. The part where Aether and Team Chongyun were trying to convince him to come with them and touch some fucking grass was really cute.
This event and the previous Lantern Rite also had Aether and Xiao talking privately, only to get interrupted by Paimon/Xiangling (as well as calling them out lmao)
And, of course, the scene that everyone freaked out over,
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This. I don't think I'll ever get over this.
The fact that they had Zach voice this- A short, but sweet moment where Aether looks at Xiao from afar and immediately gets inspired, performing a poem where the real meaning is shared only between the two of them...
And Xiao's smile.
An expression that Aether had done so well to bring out.
2023 was the year of XiaoAether. Thank you, Hoyo.
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Done! I HAVE SO MANY SCREENSHOTS AND I COULDN'T EVEN USE MOST OF THEM ToT. I actually had clips that I edited but Tumblr said no. Good thing there's YouTube.
Another reason as to why I made this was because some shippers said that XiaoAe didn't make sense because it lacked depth and I was so affronted by it that I did all this out of spite (and love for these characters. mostly love.)
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hey babes! how do you feel about writting something inspired in taylor swift lyrics "i pictured you with other girls in love and threw up on the street" with maybe drew/rafe making fun of her in a cute? way? <3
of course!! i wasn't sure how to incorporate rafe making fun of her but i hope this is ok? characters are aged up as always ❀
Hand in hand with your friend Olivia, you swayed along to the electric beat of the thumping music. She had somehow persuaded you and Rafe to come check out the new club that had opened a few weeks ago, because apparently curling up on the couch with Rafe to watch Gilmore Girls for the sixth time did not count as legitimate Friday night plans.
It had taken a few drinks before you were able to fully immerse yourself in the crowd, shoulder-to-shoulder with complete strangers and a sheen of sweat shimmering atop your cheekbones. But now, with the rush of liquid warmth flowing through your body, you swung your hips, uninhibited, a smile floating across your lips.
Your vision hazy, you glanced over your shoulder, looking for Rafe, who had wandered off a few minutes ago to get you another drink. The familiar figure of the tall blond caught your eye and you opened your mouth to call out Rafe's name, but stopped as you saw the girl beside him, her arms slung around his neck as they shimmied to the music.
His wanton gaze devoured her as his hands skimmed over her lush curves. The sight, combined with the strobing lights of the club and deafening pulse of the music made your ears ring as your heart sank to your stomach, and time seemed to freeze.
A tap on your shoulder startled you and you whirled around to find Rafe right behind you.
"Hey, baby, sorry that took so long," he murmured into your ear, just loud enough to be heard over the crowd.
"What- I just-," you stammered, confused, looking back over your shoulder at the pair who had, for a moment, nearly shattered your soul. The blond was now facing you, and you realized that it hadn't been Rafe at all - the shade of his hair was not quite the sandy gold of Rafe's, the crescent of his mouth entirely wrong as he leaned down to say something to the girl, who erupted into laughter.
Still, the pit of dread that had settled in your chest hadn't dissipated, and all traces of the alcohol-infused carefreeness faded from your mind. The club now felt oppressively packed, the music overwhelmingly thunderous. Rafe must have sensed your unease, asking if you wanted to leave. At your nod yes, he quickly pulled aside Olivia to say goodbye and his hand settled protectively around your waist as you two walked to his car.
Your stomach churned and you felt feverish as you rolled down your window, needing to feel the cool night air. Hot tears brimmed through your lashes and you wiped at them angrily, a strange sense of humiliation bubbling up and burning your throat. It wasn't even him, you reminded yourself. Rafe wouldn't do that to me. Not ever.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Rafe glanced over at you, his blue eyes full of concern, and reached over to squeeze your hand. You flinched away from his touch, almost imperceptibly, but still, Rafe noticed. He always did. Pulling over to the side of the road, he turned to you and dug through center console to find a pack of tissues.
You shook your head as you dabbed at your eyes. "It's stupid," you mumbled, looking down at your lap.
"Clearly, it's not," he said. "And even if it was, I don't care. Nothing is stupid when I'm with you."
A sound somewhere between a sniffle and a choking laugh escaped your mouth. "It's just- I saw this guy dancing with another girl, and I thought it was you, and I just about threw up picturing you with somebody else," you said, ducking your head. "There. I told you it was stupid."
Rafe frowned, a little furrow forming between his brows. "Well, first of all, that isn't stupid," he began. "But baby, I would never do that to you, and I hope you know that, and I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like- like you weren't enough for me, or anything like that."
"No, no, it's nothing like that," you said, smiling softly. "It just hit different, you know? Because it's you."
Rafe let out a low chuckle. "I wouldn't even look at another girl when I could be looking at you," he said, reaching for your hand and squeezing it. "But seriously," he said, his gaze burning into you intensely. He reached out to brush his thumb over your jaw. "I love you. You're the best thing that's ever been mine."
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As always this is just an idea from me to you <3 Today I went out to do some adult things so to speak, pay house bills and stuff, the point is that when I was coming home SOME GUY I DIDN'T KNOW WHISTLED AT ME AND I'M SO ANGRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO DO SOMETHING.
So the thought that occurred to me was: y/n tells Lyle/Miles about these types of situations and Lyle/Miles does something about it against this guy. I'm sure I'm not the only one who would like to see these kinds of people get beat up.👹👹
Again so sorry that happened, been in situations like that myself and its just awful. Lets imagine him getting his ass kicked by 2 big blue boys!
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warnings: cannon typical violence, harassment, groping, swearing
Lyle x Human!Partner
Lyle was everything you'd ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was funny, handsome and he just made you feel so appreciated. His hugs were the best cure for a rough day at work and that's just what you were on your way for.
For some god damn reason all the files you had to send just wouldn't work digitally. So instead you'd spent the better part of the day running paper files back and forth the base. Your feet ached and your mind was spent. You could think of nothing better than being enveloped in your lovers huge warm frame.
It was then a sharp whistle startled you, causing the coffee in your cups to slosh out onto your skin. You hissed at the scolding contact, rushing to the windows to set the cups down.
"Sorry sweet-cheeks! Coffee looks to be as hot as you." A man shouted to you from across the hall. You ignored his remark shaking the liquid from your fingers. You glanced back to see him, tall, broad and coming right towards you.
In a sudden panic you grabbed your cups, pacing quickly ahead as you heard him shout.
"Hey wait! Sorry sugar, let me see." He hollered, footsteps pounding after you. You quickened your pace, the thundering of your heart quickening in your ears. When had the halls gotten so dim and where was anyone. Alone you felt your ears ring, anxiety fizzing.
You knew him. Well you didn't know his name but you'd seen him around plenty. The creep just couldn't shut his filthy mouth. Always commenting on your clothing or just whistling. A few times he'd tried to get to you but you'd always been around others or able to dart out of sight. Right now there was no escape and he was getting closer.
"Stop you bitch! Someone's talking to you." He roared, his voice so much closer behind you. In a second his hand wrapped around your bicep with bruising force. He wrenched you to face him, the coffee cups clattering to the tile as he continued to scream at you.
You wished you'd have let Lyle come get you. He'd been more than happy to come escort you ever since he'd heard about this asshole. He was itching to show this punk who he was messing with, teach him some manners. You'd just felt guilty asking him to go out of his way after a long mission. You'd wanted to surprise him with hot drinks and cuddles.
"Dumb fucking cunt, can't follow a stupid instruction..." He trailed off. Through tears you saw his blanched face, features slack as his eyes followed up several feet above your head.
"Suggest you start apologizing now." You heard behind you, the voice of your boyfriend cutting through your thundering heart and the pain in your hands and arm. The man's grip released immediately and his hand shot back to his side as he continued staring up to Lyle. You felt his own fingers resting gently on your shoulder, a reassuring weight that squashed all fear.
"Look I'm sorry man, I didn't know she..." He babbled. In a flash he was sent sprawling to the floor, hand rushing to cover his broken nose. Blood trickled through his fingers as he whimpered.
"To them!" He growled, baring his fangs as he straightened back up after his punch. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fist, ready to strike again.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please I won't do it again, not to anyone I promise!" He scrambled back, eyes darting between yours and Lyle's. You nodded and with a flick of Lyle's chin the man scrambled to his feet, scurrying off down the hall.
"Aww baby let me see." Lyle cooed, his voice softening. Lyle's cool fingers brought your reddening hands up. You met his eyes, the twist of rage swept away by his concern. His thumb swept a tear from your cheek before he pecked it.
Despite yourself you giggled, allowing him to scoop you up.
"Come on let get you seen to." He grinned. The same hand that struck out now gently resting under your knees.
Recom!Quaritch x Recom!Reader
There was no hiding anymore. No scurrying by unnoticed or blending in. You were over 7ft of blue recom now. Despite the strength and endurance your new body gave you, you still felt vulnerable. For all the power you had physically at your finger tips you felt helpless in this situation.
For a couple weeks now they'd been following you. At first you hadn't been sure. They'd been there in the canteen when you ate, or in the gym at the same time. Then you'd seen them more in the halls, always just heading the same way until one day you darted into an office. You watched the small group fan out, heading down different paths in search.
Your stomach dropped that moment. You couldn't justify it in your mind anymore, they were stalking you. It was after that they started to get bolder.
You supposed all pretense was over, they figured they'd been caught and were pushing your boundaries. They'd whistle together as you passed, laughing when your ears pinned back. Then came the comments, sexual innuendos or remarks about your new body.
What could you really do? If you got mad, retaliated they'd go crying off to the General or worse your Colonel. Who'd they really believe anyway and it's not like HR would side with you. They'd make something up, twist it to be your fault. Claim innocent as they cowered from your fangs. So you stewed in your discomfort for weeks.
You'd just joined your team at lunch when you felt a shiver run up your spine. You didn't even have to turn to know they'd come into the cafeteria. Still you couldn't help the way your tail thrashed or your ears pinning back.
Miles noticed, his eyes flicking up mid bite, eyebrow cocked. You couldn't meet his gaze, cheeks burning. You just prayed they'd leave you alone, that they wouldn't shame you in front of your team.
"Oh hey Y/n!" You heard the man call, his voice sing song as he grabbed your tail. You shrieked, the violating contact was a new low for him.
"Aw kitty don't be like that, just wanna play." He crooned, hand smearing down your tail before he slung it over your shoulder. You wanted desperately to shove him away, to hiss and claw but he couldn't have picked a worse time. No way you could act out like that right in front of Quaritch.
"Good kitty" he purred, stinking breath fanning out against your cheek. His other hand crept up making contact with your chest before groping your breast.
Your eyes flicked to meet Miles in a panic, a desperate plea. His jaw was tense, teeth grinding and something manic in his bulging eyes. In a second he had the man half pulled across the table by his collar, hissing wildly in his face.
You were stunned, frozen in place whilst Quaritch proceeded to throw the man to the ground. He screamed, scuttling back before Miles foot slammed down onto his chest. He let out a pathetic wheeze, finger nails clawing at a boot the size of his torso.
"Fuck that's the Colonel." You heard shrieked, turning just in time to watch the man's friends abandon him. He heard it however, hand stilling as he stared up in terror.
"Tch, should have your tongue for that, maybe a few less digits if you don't know to keep 'em to yourself." Quaritch growled down, a manic grin spreading across his lips.
"Colonel!" A firm voice sounded. Another choked breath left the man as Miles leaned more weight down his leg before he lifted his boot. The man scrambled back and to his feet, though his legs shook so hard it made him stumble.
Quaritch's face fell before turning calmly to General Ardmore and offering her a salute. The table followed suit, your own body reacting on muscle memory as your mind still reeled.
Ardmore gestured Quaritch to follow before sauntering off. He turned back to the man, his tail thrashing behind him and the wicked grin returning.
"Happy huntin'" Quaritch drawled in a low register to the man. Quaritch moved to your side, a tight smile on his lips. He gave your shoulder a quick squeeze before following after Ardmore.
The man went to leave but Fike leaned suddenly towards him. He squeaked stumbling into a run out the doors. Around you your team broke into laughs. You knew you'd have a lot to explain later but for now you just felt safe at last.
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can i PLZ rq mikey with a (gender neutral please) reader who's like...a sunshine type but they're actually pretty depressed and just trying to make him happy? FRIENDS TO LOVERS PERHAPS?? WHERE HE TAKES THEM OUT ON A DATE TO MAKE THEM ACTUALLY HAPPY AND HE CONFESSES AND SHIT PLZZ
sorry if this is too much, have a nice day and don't forget to drink water!
Omg I actually love this Bc this is a reader I can relate with! ty for being my first request and you too drinks lot of wata!
A/N: this is quite long because I could not stop writing hehe also I was listening to "heaven and back" By chase atlantic and MWAH that song is what helped write this fic but enjoy all my lovelies! ;3
Characters: Mikey x gender neuteral! reader, mentions of other characters (maybe) angst with comfort (I'm rlly bad at giving warnings lol bc I like surprising yall heh)
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Hold my hand~
you were sat in your small apartment seated by the window that was littered with falling raindrops, soft thunder ran throughout the skies as you silently drank the warm cup of tea infront of you, the weather matched your mood, you've always felt like this since before you could remember, you don't remember what triggered it but you started falling into this deep abyss of foreign emotions, lost in the darkness you found comfort in until you finally hit rock bottom. That is, until you saw him, walking through the halls of your school with a tall intimidating guy that had a black dragon tattooed on the side of his head, you initially thought he was bad news and no good due to people whispering about how the bleach blonde boy was "the invincible Mikey" and how he ran "..The most dangerous gang in Tokyo" you kept your distance for as long as you could until he one day approached you with a confused look on his puppy face. "Excuse me do you know where Takemitch Hanagaki is?" he asked his head tilted to the side "oh- uhm I don't think anyone by that name goes here- but I can help you look if you'd like" you offered with a smile, something about this boy made you feel something, his aura was inviting and welcoming, and it made you feel something you haven't felt in a long time but you couldn't pin-point what it was "Oh really? that would be nice thank you lady!" he said with a small laugh that made you smile even more, it was child-like and rang through your ears like a soothing melody. Eventually you found this Takemitchi hanagaki with a sweet looking pink haired girl, you were about to take your leave when Mikey grabbed your shoulder to stop you. "Hey don't leave yet! your my friend now and we have to hang out!" he said with a boyish smile and you turned to him with a confused expression, "you want to be my friend?" you asked with a doubtful tone, "Of course! you helped me so now I wanna be friends!" your heart fluttered at his words and you quickly smiled and nodded "Alright then we'll be friends then!" you say and before you knew it he was hugging you in a tight embrace that sent waves of emotion through you. From that point on you've been the best of friends with Mikey, you did everything together from going on rides with him on his motorcycle or going to the convenience store to get him more dorayaki. He was the light in your darkness and you wanted to make him the happiest he could be since he was practically saving you from yourself, you both laughed and smiled whenever you were with each other, but when those days were over and you were left alone in your cold bed staring up at the dark ceiling those wretched thoughts and horrible sadness filled your veins again and you began to overthink 'What if he's just trying to make a fool out of me?' 'If he knows about my real emotions he'll for sure not want to be friends with me anymore' and you swore to yourself to never let Mikey see that dark ugly side of you, even when he was sad or talked about him brother, you always were right there to comfort him, to make him smile as long as he was happy you were happy...right? "Y/N why are you sad?" Mikey asked one day as you both were walking alongside each other the sun was setting painting a beautiful array of pastel colors, you turn to Mikey with a confused expression "..huh?" "you just seem so..sad today" he says looking up at the sky, your heart rate increased you felt your mind racing with thoughts of how this could all go wrong, you started hyperventilating your smile faltering and before you could even say one word he turned to you with a deadpan expression. "Let's go on a date."
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OKAY OKAY LISTEN, I have Part 2 coming up and I'll post it bc I MADE THIS TOO DAMN LONG KJSDSKDJNFJSJDK but reposts/reblogs are welcome js credit me!^^ Tags: @nakukuu @z3r0aqxa
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jungle-angel · 4 months
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A Joyous Little Gift: Part 1 (Bob Floyd x Reader)
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Summary: Bob's dad comes bringing an early Christmas gift and it turns out it's the best you could have ever asked for
Tagging: @desert-fern Fern honey, I couldn't help but do a little story to go along with the Disney!Daggers moodboards (lol) and also @bobfloydsbabe I'm afraid the Teacher!Bob thoughts/thots are out of control lately (lol).
It was close to Thanksgiving but already, you and Bob had gotten most of the Christmas decorations done. The pies had all been baked when you had both gotten home from work, your students eagerly awaiting the time off for the holiday and the same going for you and Bob. The turkey was already brining away in the fridge and would be ready for the oven in the morning along with the sides, but always this time of year, your home was so warm and cozy, more so with knowing you were soon to be surrounded by friends and family.
Bob kept at stirring the mix for the extra pumpkin pie when a knock was heard at the front door. "D'Nadi you ass! I'm off the clock!" Bob thundered.
"Robert Joseph Floyd, you open this door right now or I'm comin in through the fuckin window!" answered the muffled voice of a man on the front porch.
You snorted when you saw the "oh shit" look on Bob's face, realizing it was his father instead of Raymond D'Nadi, the incompetent visiting teacher. Bob rushed to the front door and immediately let his father in. Joe entered followed by a blast of wind that lingered for just a little bit, only to disappear in the warm, comforting and crackling heat of the fireplace.
"Sorry Dad," Bob apologized. "(Y/N) and I are dealing with a visiting teacher."
"Ah lemme guess," Joe chuckled, hanging up his tan Carhardt on the coat rack near the door. "Some out of state dumbass who thinks he's better than everybody?"
Bob nodded.
Joe laughed and headed into the kitchen, setting down the cardboard box in his hands near the fireplace. "Everything set for tomorrow?" Joe asked.
"As set as it can be," Bob answered.
"How many?"
"Twenty five."
Joe made a face. "Don't think we've had that many in a long time," he said.
"Can't imagine what Christmas will be like," you joked.
"Speaking of which," Joe said. "Your ma and I got you and (y/n) and early Christmas gift."
Bob scrunched his eyebrows together as you and him went to the box, hesitantly opening it. You and Bob both went wide eyed and audibly gasped when you saw what was inside.
"Oh my God! Hello there!" Bob cooed as he lifted the little golden cocker spaniel puppy into his arms, her adorable squished nose sniffing his cheeks before nibbling a little at his chin.
"Oh Joe! She's so cute!" you gasped happily. "Where did you find her?"
"A guy I know breeds cockers and one of the females had a litter," Joe answered. "I know you guys have been thinking about a family too for some time and figured it wouldn't be complete yet without a dog or two."
You and Bob laughed. Of course you had Pumpkin who would curl into your laps every night, but some days you wished you and Bob had a more energetic companion. But oh was she perfect, this little puppy with her curly golden fur and her little squished nose. You loved the way your husband's eyes lit up when she'd kiss him with her pink tongue.
"What a perfectly beautiful little lady you are," Bob chuckled softly, scratching her behind her floppy ears.
"I think we have a name for her then," you said, the blush rising into your cheeks.
"Lady?" Bob asked.
You nodded.
The puppy yipped as if she had agreed.
"Well," Bob laughed. "It's settled I guess."
You and your husband leaned into each other and kissed, happily welcoming Lady into the family.
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🪐 ; planet: send me this emoji + a character on my writing list + any word of your choosing and i'll write you a ficlet using the word as a prompt!
cats + wednesday addams !
WEDNESDAY ADDAMS + CATS
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi hi hi this is so cute!! I'm not a cat person in the slightest (I'm one hundo percent a dog person tbh) but I can soooo imagine Wednesday having a black cat. I didn't know if you wanted me to add romance into it so I just tried to keep it plain simple, just using the prompts! I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, I had some family emergencies come up really recently and so I haven't had much time to really sit down and work on anything other than school or family stuff. Hope you enjoy and thank you my love for the ask!
PAIRING: wednesday addams x gn!reader WARNINGS: cats (?? idk if that's a needed warning but I figured I'd list it anyway haha)
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Wednesday didn't take in strays. She was usually too busy with her own endeavors to really have time for them — you were the exception of course. But she liked having you around, and that made all the distance. So when the black cat appeared on her doorstep, staring up at her with big green eyes, she didn't need to think twice.
"Shoo. Go," she said monotonously, staring at the creature with disdain. When it refused to move, she made a shooing motion with her hands. "I said leave."
You appeared around the corner, your face twisted in a frown. "Who are you talking to?"
Wednesday stepped aside to reveal the cat on your doorstep and, to her surprise, you broke out into a massive grin. "Aw, look at the little guy!" you swooned, running over to pet the cat. It appeared friendly, nuzzling into your palm. "I wonder if he's lost?"
You searched for a collar, but none was found. "He might've run away," you suggested.
And Wednesday, who saw a new problem arising, was quick to shut you down. "He can find his way home. Leave him be."
A sudden crack of thunder rattled the window panes as the first drizzle of rain began to dot the sidewalk outside. The cat looked around at the worsening weather, then back at you, its wide eyes frightened. You looked up at Wednesday with a matching expression, your own eyes pleading her to let the cat stay. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh, then nodded for you to bring the cat in.
You smiled at her as you scooped the cat up, bringing him inside. Within a few hours the cat had been bathed, fed, and given a place to sleep. All the while you'd led him around the house, giving him a tour (as Wednesday watched, fuming, from the side). You'd murmur "Here, kitty," you coax him to room after room, speaking to him like he could understand you perfectly.
After a while you walked about the house, holding the cat in your arms like it was a baby. It seemed to enjoy this time of treatment as it pawed at your hair and clothes and nuzzled its head into the crook of your neck.
"I feel like we should give him a name in the meantime," you mused aloud, "so that we don't have to keep calling him kitty. I get the sense that he doesn't like it."
"Perhaps we should let it go, then." Wednesday said, suddenly appearing in the doorway. "Wouldn't want to wound its pride."
You ignored her, suddenly having a bright idea. "Why don't you give him a name, Wednesday? Just one that we can use before we go out and find his owners tomorrow."
Wednesday kept her stoic glare forward, causing you to pout. "Come on, look at this little face!" you said, turning the cat toward her and squishing its small cheeks. "This is the face of a cat that wants to be properly addressed."
Wednesday did not want pets. But she couldn't resist you.
"Poe," Wednesday said finally. "After Edgar Allen Poe."
You grinned at her. "I think it suits him."
You floated away then, Poe in hand, to introduce him to Thing. The two did not get along at first, with Thing being slightly afraid, slightly jealous. But, within minutes, Poe was chasing him around, playing a lighthearted game of tag. Wednesday watched as you sat on the floor, playing referee to the game, smiling all the while. She crossed her arms over her chest, determined not to enjoy the sight, but even she had to admit — the cat was kind of cute. Or maybe it was how much you liked the cat that was cute.
The next day, you went out about the neighborhood, knocking on doors, asking around, and putting up flyers that Thing had helped you make. No one claimed the cat, and no one rang your line to claim him. You had to negotiate with Wednesday to let Poe stay another day. Then another, and then another. No one asked after the cat.
Four days later you were on the couch, reading and drinking coffee, the cat curled into your side. Wednesday came and sat next to you, eyeing the cat carefully. "They've been known to eat their owners after they die," she said.
"That's only if they're starving," you replied without a beat. "Dogs could do the same thing. Or humans."
"Don't get so morbid with me — I'm not in the mood for romance." she said.
Poe suddenly stood, crawling away from his perch next to you and found his next interest in Wednesday, brushing his cheek against her black sweater. She looked down at him with disdain. "This won't work out for you."
You just chuckled to yourself. "You're communicating with him. It's the first step."
Wednesday looked up, alarmed. "First step to what?"
You just got up to refill your coffee mug, humming as you did so.
The days dragged on and Poe became a fixture in yours and Wednesday's house. More than once you had woken up to find him curled at the foot of your bed, purring softly as he slept.
And Wednesday was, against her own will, warming up to Poe. You'd catch her mindlessly petting his head when she thought you weren't looking. She'd even slip him treats secretly just to gain his favor.
Within a week, you were nearly convinced that Wednesday loved Poe just as much as you did. So you had to put it to the test.
One day you walked into the living room, where Wednesday was sat writing her novel, Poe curled at her feet. You sighed sadly. "Wednesday, I've been thinking, and you're right — we can't take care of a pet. I think it's time we take Poe to a shelter, don't you think?"
Wednesday turned, eyes wide. You blinked. "Do you disagree?"
Wordlessly, Wednesday bent down and scooped Poe up, holding him tightly to her chest. "He stays."
You just smiled in satisfaction, nodding once. You sat down next to her, petting Poe softly. "How could I have seen that coming?"
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ryuwonieebae · 7 months
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𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒏
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𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎(원우), Imagines, One-shot
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Pairing : wonwoo x gn!reader
Genre : fluff, romance, humour(?)
Word count : 530
Warning : use of pet names(shorty)(?), mentions of crying, use of curse words, Wonwoo and y/n are besties, confession, mention of Mingyu, reader's shorter than Wonwoo, addrative = attractive+addictive
A/n : This fanfiction is purely based on my imagination only. It's totally fictional. I hope this is good enough to make you guys happy. I'm still learning to write creatively. Thank you for supporting me. It means a lot to me. Thanks to my besties too<3...
Wonwoo and you are bestfriends. Both of you yearn for each other's love in secrecy until that one night, when he confesses to you..
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You whimpered as you tried to fight your tears which were streaming down your face helplessly. But you're efforts in vain as you recalled what you've accomplished.
"Stop crying y/n!"
"You don't understand Wonwoo!"
The tall guy was absolutely perplexed looking at his bestie as he knew that you're not the person to cry easily. He's cracking his mind maybe because you didn't even tell him what had actually happened.
"Can you at least tell me what happened? Gosh!"
Wonwoo grunted as he settled down on the couch in front of you. You got a glimpse of him stirring the hot chocolate hastily waiting for you to give him an answer. He looked so cushy and addractive. Thanks to the woolen sweater you bought for him last Christmas and the round glasses he was wearing that were covered by his raven hair strands. You didn't know for how long you were staring at him, your long term crush until he looked up at you catching you off guard.
"Tell me what happened before I throw you out of the window shorty"
You were not flabbergasted by his audacity to tell that. You were used to it by now.
"I just ended a four year relationship"
"Shit! What? Well anyways I'm so sorry to hear that"
"It's okay it wasn't my relationship"
Wonwoo's jaw dropped. His monolid eyes broadened as they darted towards you who was keeping on a cool face as if you did nothing.
"It was actually Mingyu's idea. Remember he told us that his so called girlfriend was cheating? I couldn't see him breaking down every single second. So yeah"
"Then why were you crying?"
"Do you know what crocodile tears mean? And to make you convinced I made it a bit more dramatic"
Wonwoo let out a disbelief chuckle as he gulped down the hot chocolate which was still warm despite the frosty temperature outside. You huffed as you made your way towards Wonwoo, gliding your hands around his tiny waist, you embraced him.
"It's not fair. My cardigan is too old and I can't tolerate the coldness. Cover me with yours, please"
Despite his now-flushed cheek, Wonwoo wrapped you with his overlarge cardigan. Your mouth curved into a smile when you felt his warmth surrounding you. You loosened up yourself and closed your eyes, allowing yourself into your dreamland.
Wonwoo admired your face, your features. Little did you know, Wonwoo had laid his eyes on you since the first day you guys met. You were wearing a woolen white fluffy cardigan just like his, with a sweet smile spread across your warm face, playing with the snowballs with the appearance of snow fluttering down like magical confetti. Wonwoo got a rush of butterflies as he recollected all of his memories since the first day. His heart thundered in his chest as he timidly pecked your forehead and nose while delicately tracing your features with his finger.
"For years I have yearned for you, for your warmth and your love. And I finally got it. I'll never let you go, my shorty"
"Okay, my half-blinded black cat. I love you too" you murmured under your breath, still feigning to be asleep.
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steverogersistheguy · 7 months
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The song of the waves Dark!surfer!Thor x f!reader
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GIF NOT MINE, found it on Pinterest <3
Warnings: none, for this chapter, let me know if I missed anything.
A/N: Thor seems the nice guy, but don't let yourselves fooled so easily. Also, English is NOT my first language, so if there are any further mistakes, I apologize. Enjoy! xxx
<- Ch.1
The plane trip seemed to last forever, but you had the chance to actually enjoy all this thing when you landed. As soon as your feet touched the sand, you inhaled deeply the salty air. The ocean was more beautiful than the pictures you saw on Google last night when you typed: Tavarua Island.
You finally persuaded your friends to walk to your hotel, and not to take a car, wanting to see the surroundings more.
When you stepped in the hotel, you could only ask yourself how much could all this trip possibly have costed. You tried to swallow the weird gut feeling you had, putting all your uncomfortableness on the theme it was a new place.
You unpacked, and arranged all your stuff on the cupboard in your enormous room. Tyler suggested you all stay inside, but you really wanted to go for a walk.
Despite your whole mood, you decided you were just paranoid and you left the hotel, walking and admiring the places. Your friends remained in their rooms, but you didn't care. It was too beautiful outside just to stay indoors, having tons of drinks and flirting with the hotel stuff, in your opinion.
You enjoyed the seagulls cranking, and the sound of the waves brushing the sand.
As you were walking around, you jumped when you heard a crack under your sneaker. It was a hermit crab, and you have cracked his peachy, almost skull-colored shell.
"oh, nooo..." you mumbled, picking him up. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry.." you whispered to the crab, hurrying to put it in a place where no one else could cause it more damage. You crouched down, your short dress reaching your thighs now.
As you were letting the crab go, you heard someone's step behind you. When you got up and turned on your heels, your face met a broad, muscular chest. Embarassed, you took a step back, finally looking at the man.
He seemed like a giant for you, and you felt so freaking infant in his presence. His piercing blue gaze made your words die in your throat, as you started fidgeting. He smiled, clearing his throat.
"Well, well...I haven't seen someone trying to save a poor creature so desperately." The man started. His voice sounded like thunder, deep and husky, sending shivers down your spine.
You looked down, cheeks flushing as you mumbled back akwardly "yeah, I-I...I like animals..."
He nodded in response, as he looked down at you. "I haven't seen you around before..." he declared, as you clenched your jaw, feeling his gaze burning holes through your skin.
"Y-yes, I'm on vacation with my friends" you admitted. You told him your name, as he hummed.
"I'm Thor. This island is quiet and we're not so many around... I live here, little one, I know everything" you blushed slightly at the nickname. "Maybe I can show you off this place, later today." Thor suggested. You nodded, as you opened your mouth to thank him. "We will come, sure..." You said. He arched his brows and asked "We...?" You nodded as he clenched his jaw, a possible hint of jealousness in his expression. "Y-yes, me and my friends...the ones I came with..." Thor looked at you deeply again, as a smirk curled his lips, but haven't reached his eyes. "Very well then, see you later, little one.."
You looked at him as he went further, putting on his suit and going in the ocean with his board. You started re-loading the conversation in your brain, as you returned to your hotel. All of a sudden, something else hit your mind. "Thor..." you thought "what an unusual name..."
You tried to fight the urge to ghost him and not come with your friend tonight, but he was just being nice....right?
🌩️🌩️🌩️
As Thor got in the water, he couldn't think of anything else besides you.
You were so innocent, so pure in your little dress, hair dancing in the wind. He groaned as he remember your legs, how the dress cupped your breasts perfectly, how sweet your smile was.
He felt himself getting harder, at the thought of you moaning his name, under him, bearing his children, having you all only to himself. From the moment he saw you walking on the beach, he wanted you, needed to have you. You were the one he wanted.
And he WILL have you, no matter what.
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sp1rit-realm · 1 year
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⋆°✩ barista!sirius ✩°⋆
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I feel like Sirius, as a barista, would get all nervous around you. 
One time a girl tried to flirt with him while you were there, and he shut down and became all robotic.
He was all like, "Sorry, ma'am, I don't give my number out."
James had to save him. Remus was trying not to laugh.
Sirius knows your order by heart. He would always mumble it around the flat while doing chores—hell, he made a little jingle out of it; this annoyed the shit out of James and Remus.
One day you called him handsome, and he was surprised he didn't combust on the spot. Of course, Remus had to tease him: "Pads, I'm surprised you didn't bust one." 
James laughed, "He was close to it."
Sirius couldn't even be bothered to get upset at his friends because he was too busy smiling like the lovesick fool he was.
You would leave him little notes on the napkins with cheesy pickup lines.
Things like:
Are you an exotic pet dealer? Because you give me butterflies.
One day, he was out sick, and you wrote that you were "Siriusly disappointed" in him.
You would also draw little doodles on them.
He kept them all.
You asked him out on a napkin—he keeps that one framed in his bedroom.
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You peered into the cafe, excited to see the head of raven hair. He was here again.
Over the weeks you attended the small café that resided on your campus, you got to know the employees—well, more like you had gotten to know one employee and exchanged pleasantries with the other two. 
His eyes were grey like clouds. A comforting storm that lured you in until you were too deep to consider leaving. His laugh was soothing, like the roar of thunder, and his wit was lighting fast. His name was Srius Black—an intriguing name for an intriguing man.
He looked sharp and cold but blushed when you talked to him and smiled when you walked in.
"Oh la la," James sang as you walked through the door.
"Someone's crushy-wushy has arrived," Remus taunted.
Sirius quickly patted his apron down and combed through his hair with his hands.
"Oh, look at him!" James put a hand over his heart, "So spiffy."
Remus wrapped an arm around James's shoulders, "Our boy is growing up," He pretended to wipe tears.
"Guys..." Sirius grumbled as you walked up.
You left him a note on your napkin when you left; he hurried to grab it.
Sirius
I would love it if we could go on a date
Love, y/n
The next day, he gives you your drink with the same napkin, but he's written:
Of course, love
I get off at 5
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sweet-3-whispers · 8 months
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𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 (ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ)
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Word Count: 710 or so
Pairing: Miles!1610 x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst(if you spuint), Established relationship
Warnings: Fear of Thunder(?)
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The slightly soft sound of rain hitting your window and the trees moving along with the wind helps you calm your body and mind, especially when Spider-Man is right beside you asleep.
Miles came into your apartment a couple hours earlier when the rain hadn't hit yet. Claiming he was tired and missed your bed… and obviously you too. He was currency wrapped around your blankets, face squished onto the pillow and a little drool coming out but you didn’t mind that much, it was kinda cute and it made you realize how tired he was.
A sound of thunder interrupted your thoughts.
You jump at the loud sound outside your window. For some reason you were scared of that sound, afraid all the things it done to people would happen to you one day but when Miles found out of your fear, he promised he would always be there to protect you.
That promise was years ago when you guys were kids and now you are laying in bed, cuddling up with each other, away from that horrible sound.
Even now he kept his promise, always checking the weather before he goes over to your room. And at this point you understand why he comes over on late nights, even if he tries to cover it up by saying he was just tired and your place was closer than his.
It's cute the way he cares about you, the way he is always there for you… most of the time.
Lightning strikes outside your window but not too close to hurt you. The heavy rain doesn't help either, only taunting you going back ‘n forth to light and heavy, oh how you wish it'll just stop so you can finally sleep.
With some people they are about to sleep through anything, however with you, you can't sleep thru the thunder especially if Miles wasn't here with you
You wrapped yourself with your blankets, covering your face as well to try and cover the noises outside, you've even tried listening to music but for some reason it didn't work.
Sitting up on your bed with the blankets covering you like its a cloak, you grabbed your phone, about to call Miles you stopped.
‘What if he’s busy’
You paused for a second.. should you? Maybe you shouldn't, maybe he’s really busy , yk being Spider-Man ‘n stuff.
RIINNGGG
A loud ring was heard from your phone, startling you a little. Upon looking at the screen… Miles’s name popped up
𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠♡ is calling
“...hello?”
“hi-uh are you okay?” the sound of worry was in his voice
“I-i know i'm supposed to be there rn, with you, comforting you but im so sorry, i got caught up with some school work and there was this shooting but i made it on time and for some guy started running away so i had to catch him, i had also had to help this lady walk across the road-”
You can hear it in his voice. Worry and Guilt. The worry of your safety and the guilt of not being right by your side right now.
“Miles, it’s okay… but um are you on your way right now..?” cutting him off on his own rambling, he went silent but you can hear him gasping for air, huffing and puffing. 
“-yeah yeah huff huff i-im almost-”
Suddenly the call was cut off and a loud bang was heard outside your window. Thankfully you were home alone but still cautious about the noise.
A hand was placed on the window, sliding it open. The sight of brown curls eased your nerves, instantly knowing who it was.
You moved closer to the boy helping him up and closing the window behind him.
He slowly walked towards your bed and sat, catching his breath. Raising his head, he looked at you with dazed eyes and mouth slightly gapped.
“huff -hi…” 
Miles moved his hands towards you and gently grabbed your hand, pulling you into a warm embrace
“Im sorry im late, got caught up with ‘traffic’ “
He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your stomach. You pat him softly, comforting him by saying it's okay, just glad that he’s here now.
“OH SHIT THE FOOD- ”
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sorry for the long wait, but I hope you enjoy!💕
this is kinda rushed cuz I didn't want y'all to wait to long
-apologize for to miss spelled words-
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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year
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Finding a way to your heart | Loki x Plus Size!Reader
This is this request! Hope you enjoy it! Requests are still open!
Summary: The newest members makes Loki fall head over heels for her, but because of her size and backstory she feels like he won't take her serious
Cw: Injury, slow burn, Loki being a fool in love, simp Loki, reader's family is dead, reader has powers
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"And this is the common area, most of the time is used by Avengers that are free and want to relax or read a book or something..." Tony said as you walked to said area with him
You hummed as you stepped in, seeing the bookshelves and sofas, it was all minimalistic but elegant, screamed rich boy owns this
"I'll call everyone to meet you, they'll be here shortly" he smiled at you, you just nodded and sat down on a sofa
Soon the room filled with people, some with their suits others in casual clothes
"Well like I said yesterday. We have a new member to the team, her name is Y/n Y/l/ln, introduce yourself sweetheart"
You stood up, smiling at them, a blond big guy waved at you with a goofy like smile, that made you more confident
"Well yeah my name is Y/n and I'm glad that I'm here"
"What do you do? Have any powers? Special abilities?" Captain America asked you. You gulped nervously
"Well now that you mention it... You might wanna hold to something" You announced before a huge wave of an earthquake started, making everyone yelp and hold tight, but you didn't move and inch, a violent gust of wind made everything fly around, papers, the hairs of everyone
You slowly made the earthquake come to an end and then the wind stopped, the faces of the team were enough to make you feel even more confident
"Okay... That was, wow" Natasha said fixing her hair
"So you basically control natural disasters? Or elements? I'm so confused" Steve spoke sitting back straight
"I have control over all elements and the disasters they cause, so hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, everything is under my jurisdiction" you smiled at their surprised faces
"Well that's awesome, I'm Thor, God of Thunder, but you probably already know me" The blond goofy guy came closer, giving you a hand to shake, which you did
"Well God of Thunder, you have some competition with me, I love playing around with thunder" a huge lightning fell down behind the window you were standing in front of, Thor smiled
"I like this one"
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Days at the tower were interesting for you, the avengers spent their time knowing you and digging around for more information of you, they were all curious to know where an overpowered person like you came from.
"Well, my powers have been with me since I can remember, I was always getting into trouble because I would set things on fire by accident" You were playing with a flame in your hand "But after years I learnt to master every element and I think I'm pretty damn god at it" You smiled cockily
"Well, it's great that you have these powers, it's a huge responsibility you know" Thor told you then bit his Pop Tart
"Yeah I'm aware" You took a sip of your tea, looking over at a green shimmer that came from a nearby sofa "What was that?" you got up from your chair and walked to where the shimmer was spotted by you "Hmmm..."
You turned around but quickly made a splash of water soak whoever was sitting there, invisible
"Oh for the Nine Realms!" It was Loki, he quickly revealed himself and widened his eyes at you
"Loki? You're spying on us?" You asked crossing your arms over your chest
"Brother, that's incredibly rude" Thor added
"Oh for the Norns, I wasn't spying on anyone! I was reading a book when you two came in here, disrupting my peace" He held up a book that was now all soaked, he sighed
"Oh gods I'm sorry, let me fix that" a violent gust of wind surrounded the book, drying it off instantly "There! All fixed! No ned to thank me!" You sat again at yoir chair "But now my tea is cold" you held the cup with your hand and it srated to boil "There we go, all perfect now" Thor was smiling at you so you returned the gesture
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Finally the day you wanted to come, a mission where you were needed, you had your own suit custom made, it made your figure look good despite you being on the bigger side, the suit was white with the colors of the elements scattered around, with some combat boots and special gloves.
You had a big stomach, big thighs and well a big ass, your arms were chunky too but this suit made you look professional and like an Avenger, you feelt good.
"Ready?" Cap asked, you nodded "You look good"
You smiled at him "Thank you Cap"
The ones that came to this mission were Cap, Loki, Natasha and you, Bruce was in the jet to attend anyone that got injured, just in case, you had to destroy a Hydra nest and with your powers it could be all too easy, you would just make a huge earthquake swallow the base entirely and then flood it with a tsunami, easy, right?
"We have to retrieve some prisoners they have"
Oh you gotta be kidding me!
You rolled your eyes, it wasn't easy at all, now you had to rescue people too
"Don't get so negative sweet Y/n, this is routine, you'll get used to it" Loki spoke next to you, having teleported right there
"How do you know I was thinking that?" He smiled
"I'm a god my dear" was all he said leaving you even more confused
"Okay then..."
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"This is the last person let's go!" Cap said as you helped drag another woman out of the Hydra nest
"Poor people, what do they do to them?"
"Experiments, horrible things" Natasha replied
Loki was at the front of you, carrying two men at once, oh that's hot, you thought as you watched how effortless he made it look
A huge stroke on the ground made you alert, an earthqueake was coming, but not one that you caused, this was a natural one
"Uhm guys, we should hurry, I feel something big is going to happen" Everyone looked at you when suddenly the floor opened and you fell down, holding the woman as best as you could and with the other hand holding yourself to the edge of the crack that opened
Cap was first to help you, holding your hand to pull you up, Natasha helped with the unconcious woman and another hand grabbed your left arm, Loki, they both dragged you up, the earthquaked started and you had to run out.
"Quick, run!"
You all barely made it to the quinjet before the base was swallowed down, just how you planned it to but naturally
"Y/n? Did you-?" Natasha started but to cut her off by shaking your head
"No I didn't, that was natural..." You pointed at the huge hole in the ground
"Well shit, you almost die there, luckily we saved you too" Cap said patting your shoulder "Let's go back to the tower"
We saved you too
Those 4 words were stuck in your head, Captain America wasn't capable of holding you by himself, Loki, a literal god had to help him with your weight, that made you feel even worse about your body
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Back at the tower you hurried inside, wanting to lock yourself away from the world, you felt so pathetic that instead of helping you had to be saved to, how stupid
"Lady Y/n how did the mission go-"
"Not now Thor, leave me alone" You walked past him quickly, he scoffed confused at your attitude
"Brother, what happened?" Thor asked his brother that was just entering behind you
"She uhm, she fell and almost died, we had to save her" Thor opened his mouth to ssy something but quickly shut it "I think she feels bad because Cap couldn't hold her"
Thor realized what his brother meant and frowned "Poor Lady Y/n, shes' beautiful even if she doesn't feel like it..."
"Indeed she is..." Loki said in a tone that intrigued Thor
"Brother, do you fancy Lady Y/n?" Now Loki was stuck between the wall and the sword, he couldn't deny his growing feelings towards you and his brother saw right through him
"Thor I-"
"You do!"
"Shut up you oaf! Yes I do have feelings for Y/n, but I wish to keep it private for now, I plan on taking her out on a date first, like midgardians do"
"Well, good luck to you brother, she's quite an amazing girl and if you don't start going after her, I might as well" He felt a sting on his belly, he looked down and a dagger was buried in him "Yeah I deserve that"
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For three days you avoided people, feeling self concious and horrible about your body, you couldn't face Cap and never Loki.
A knock on your door made you stand up from your bed "Who is it?"
"It's Loki, I just want to talk to you if you allow me"
Oh gosh not him...
"Loki I'm not in the mood right now"
You heard him sigh, now you felt bad
"But I'll listen to you" you opened the door and he smiled at you
"Thanks Y/n... I wanted to ask you if, you'd like to go out on a date with me...?" He looked up at you and you just, couldn't hold in your laughter "Is this a normal reaction or...?"
"You, want to take me out on a date?!" You said remarking each word out loud "I'm sorry but I can't take you seriously, I don't believe you"
"Why wouldn't you? I'm being completely honest, I might be the God of Lies but I'm not lying to you"
"Look Loki, you're a great guy, you're wow the perfect guy, but, you won't like someone like me, you won't want anyone to see you with me, look at me! I'm not a perfect body like the ones you're used to, just go and find someone that is good for you okay? Good luck" you closed the door before he could say something else, you hear him sigh again and walk away "I'm sorry Loki..."
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"How did it go brother?"
Loki flopped down on the sofa, huffing loudly
"Brother...?"
"She rejected me, laughed in my face, then said that she wasn't good for me, that I would be ashamed of her being seen with me"
"But what, why would she say that? She's absolutely beautiful"
"I know brother, but she won't believe me when I say I want to go out with her..."
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Another mission came and you were even more nervous, what if I fall again? What if I get nervous and I can't do anything?
These questions were flooding your mind and you were so distracted you didn't noticed you had landed, a hand shook you out of your thoughts
"We're here Y/n" Loki told you
"Oh yeah, thanks" you stood up getting mentally ready for what was happening
This was a mission of a recovery of some stolen equipment, it was a huge tower and you all would have to get in another way than the normal one through the elevators, so, that's where you came in clutch
You would make a hurricane like to hold the team up and drive them all the way up the tower, it was exhausting but it would be faster that way
"You ready Y/n?" Natasha said looking at you, you nodded and concentrated
You visualized what you wanted to happen, the gusts of wind picking up everyone, how it would get them up and safe
With the intensity your body would levitate, the others were picked up by the wind and they were almost all the way up when a shot got fired and you fell down
"Y/n!" You heard in the distance
The team up there had to hold up to the balcony of the tower, climbing up, the one that fell down was Loki, but he was completely okay, he was the one that got you to the jet, you had a gun wound in your stomach and it was pretty deep
"Please don't die on me Y/n, I love you please don't die, Banner help!"
Was the last thing you heard before everything went black...
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A blinding light struck your eyes, you were slowly waking up when you heard sobbing next to you.
"Please wake up Y/n... Please..."
A few hours before...
"I can't lose her Thor! She's all I want! I love her!"
"I know brother, Banner said she would be okay, please calm down"
Present time...
"Loki...?" You stirred awake, he quickly shot up and smiled
"Y/n! You're awake!" He kissed your hands, you tried to move but it hurt "Please don't move sweetheart, you're still on recovery"
"What happened?" You asked groggily
"You got shot... But the mission was successful"
"What are you doing here?" You said taking a good look at him, eyes red and puffy, he looked like he had been crying lately
"I couldn't leave you alone my dear... I had to stay here... I love you..."
You couldn't believe his words, he was proclaiming his love, to you
"What are you saying..." You said in disbelief
"I love you Y/n, since the moment I saw you I loved you, please don't reject me again, I would do anything for you..."
You smiled at him, brushing his tears off "I love you too Loki... I'm sorry I laughed at you"
"That's in the past sweetheart, let's just look at the future okay? I won't leave you alone... I finally found a way to your heart..."
You smiled at his words... He was all your's and you were his'...
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midnightmayhem13 · 9 months
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You belong with me
it's me, hi (hi) i've been dying to write darcy so i came up with this fic🩶 if y'all have any requests don't b shy i'm bored as hell
darcy lewis x asguardian!reader; pretty fluffy no warnings enjoy🩶, in my head R is some sort of goddess w powers but it isn't specifically stated so yea👍
since you were one of thors closest friends you always got wrapped up in his shenanigans. you were also pretty close to the odinson family because you knew them since you thor and loki were little.
mr and mrs odinson never admitted it but they kinda hoped you'd end up with one of their boys.
though, you didn't float that way. and thor and loki saw you as family.
when thor got sent to earth, odin asked if you would keep an 'eye' on him. you cared about thor and honestly were scared to say no to odin so you obliged.
when you got to earth you definitely got a better landing than your dear friend. seeing as he was laying on the floor and unconscious.
there was mortals surrounding him though, with some sort of vehicle. you studied them. no danger, easy targets. you weren't gonna attack them. if they provoked you, you wouldn't let them slide.
there was a man, well in his age. a women, possibly the 'leader' of the group. but the last girl, she was absolutely beautiful. easily the most gorgeous women in all the ten realms.
"big guy brought his friend" the man stated alarmed
"i'm so sorry maam i don't know where you two came from and i swear i didnt mean to hit him with my car and she didn't mean to tase him im sure." the women, who you later found out was jane, rambled.
you only smirked. guess the angel of a women took down the god of thunder.
"don't worry miss, we don't mean harm" you said, voice thick with your asguardian accent.
"that's probably the hottest alien i've ever seen."
you turned to face the source of the angelic sound. you couldn't help but step closer to her.
"may i get a name, darling?" you asked looking down at her. noticing she had raised her weapon. cheeks still a rosy color.
"darcy, darcy lewis. it's an honor to meet you space person" she said charismatically.
"it's an honor to met you darcy. i'm y/n y/l/n." you grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. having learned from thor on how to make women swoon.
darcy's jaw dropped. this hot ass alien just fell from the sky and is now centimeters away from her lips.
"can you help us carry your friend into the van?" the man stated, ruining your moment
"don't worry sir i got it from here." you said shooting darcy a flirtatious glance and walking towards your dear friend.
darcy looked at jane who looked at her simultaneously, shooting her two thumbs up.
you picked up your friend as if he weighed nothing, propping him over your shoulder. your biceps flexed deliciously against your traditional asguardian clothing. darcy nearly drooled at the sight.
you laid him in the vehicle and you all got in. you made sure to sit next to darcy.
you told everyone what was going on, jane nearly crashing when she found out there was two gods in her car that had fallen from another realm.
the next day thor had woken up and you explained everything. you made sure he wouldn't be reckless and hurt somebody, especially her.
during breakfast you scolded thor like a child and asked him to behave. having to slowly explain he wasn't a prince here.
during your stay with darcy you watched her like a hawk. she was so gorgeous. she was intelligent, humorous, did you already mention gorgeous?
you told her many times about it too.
"you have to be the most beautiful women in all the ten realms my dear" or " are you sure you were born here? and not heven?"
she was equally as flirty. well she tried, she was constantly flustered by your gaze or remarks.
you two fell in love. from the very start there was just some sort of connection between you two. but this wouldn't be any ordinary long distance relationship.
you wanted to love darcy. you dreamed of falling in love since you were a little girl. but, she was a mortal. you were the goddess of (your choice).
you didn't let it distract you tho. thor fell in love with jane so you'd follow in his footsteps.
your glad thor didn't like darcy like that. you were sure she wouldn't like you if he was the other option. but darcy wished the same. she was glad that you liked her and not jane. she'd want her friend to be happy of course. but with you? she'd be a little jealous.
you accompanied thor with his hammer troubles because well it was your job. but darcy saw your capabilities while you fought alongside thor during the battle where all of your friends came down to help.
"well that was certainly something" darcy said as you and her walked away after thor and jane went to go do their, thing.
you looked at darcy, slight battered up. nothing your godly healy couldn't handle.
"you think?"
you let out a breathy laugh. you stared at darcy's beauty once again.
"you're gonna have to ask me out on a date if you keep staring at me like that ms y/n." you laughed once again swooning over darcy's humor.
"i'd love to take you out, my love. i'm just not aware of thors plans. i hope i can see you again.
darcy sighs realizing you actually were from another realm.
it broke your heart. you met the girl who you were sure was the love of your life, but she had to be from another realm.
"don't go falling for any other gods up there alright?" she giggles trying to make the best of the situation.
"after meeting you my love, i never want to look at anyone else." you said planting a kiss on her forehead. giving her a big hug.
saying goodbye was the hardest thing. but you left her with a promise to come back. and there was no way you were ever gonna break it.
a/n hi
idk if u guys would want a part two lmao also i got distracted and wrote my whole fantasy w my whole oc in mind but hoped you enjoyed. it's lowkey highkey bad but oh well. i love darcy nd i'm tryna fill up her tag.🩶 send requests PLEASE
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