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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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again, your new john stones fic blew me away!!! Amazing. Please feel free to write about him all day every day!! <3

thank you again!! here’s another sweet one inspired by my own 1am experience tonight :) i wish I had a john stones

My hero

Your heart is quite literally thundering in your chest. There’s no feeling like it, this kind of fear that sticks you to the ground beneath your feet. You honestly feel like you can’t catch your breath, tears streaking down over your flushed cheeks as you hold your phone in your right hand with trembling fingers, one thumb finally letting go of the little microphone shaped drawing in your iMessages app. Even the whooshing sound of the message you knew was about to send to your best friend catches you off guard, making your shoulders clench and raise in fright.

“Are you seriously alright??”

She texts back, her confusion and teasing is something you know is laced into those letters across the screen creating a glow in the dim room. You roll your eyes at her, trying to keep your vision up while sending another voice note back; “No, seriously. Why does this only ever happen when I’m alone??”

“Probably because you live alone?” She replies back, and you curse yourself for a choice of friends who clearly have no empathy for what you consider to be a very serious situation. You know you won’t hear the end of this teasing once it’s all over. But the fear to you is all too real.

“(Y/n) I got your text! Came right here, are you alright?”

The sudden voice makes you literally clench your entire body, nearly shooting off the floor in fright and making one of those internalised fear noises that sounds like you just been attacked with a taser. You hear keys dropping down by the door and then a pause of his footsteps as you try to catch your breath. Your heart swells a little at the thought of him being here.

“John!” You yelp, your voice coming out something more like a strangled cry. The tall defender hears that sound and finds himself in panic, those long legs carrying him quickly and easily up the stairs of your small home until he spots you standing now in the doorway of your bedroom. He rushes towards you, seemingly checking you over for potential injuries the best he can in the darkness only broken by the lowest setting of flashlight on your phone. The first thing he notices when checking over your face with his hands is the wetness still making its way over your cheeks.

“Are you alright? what happened? Is there someone in there? Are you okay? Did someone hurt-“

You cut off his rambling with a finger over his lips, creating even more confusion for the fluffy haired brunette who had very clearly rolled himself out of bed to hurry over here. He was wearing shoes without socks, dirty shorts from training that he’d thrown off before going to bed only to pull back in to come to your, and an old sweater that usually sat somewhere downstairs in the closet closest to the door. It was obvious he had come in a wild rush the second he got your erratic message.

“It’s a wasp, John!” You whisper, as if the little creature that sitting on your lightbulb unwilling to move from the place you couldn’t reach and wouldn’t dare to even if you could, was able to hear you.

“A wasp?” John repeats incredulously. “Seriously?”

You nod vigorously, and and as much as the exhausted footballer wants to complain or even sigh at you, he doesn’t. Maybe he can’t. Because he’s got his arms around you and he definitely can feel you quivering against him. He had expected something more along the lines of a one night stand gone wrong or even someone breaking it, but as his consciousness began to catch back up with his previously very sleepy self, it made a lot more sense. In the event of a break in, you would probably have been bloody calmer than you are now to be honest. John had seen you after a pretty dangerous car crash completely still and relatively calm as you gave statements to police officers with blood still trickling down your face. But put an insect in your path and you scaled the closest thing to you for protection.

It just so happened that closest thing was often John Stones, and he was happy to be that person really.

It has become a norm between the two of you in the years you had been friends. Winter was the worst for spiders, but he generally didn’t mind the mildly irritating insects. He just got rid of them one way or another while you hid as far as you could get and then he’d come get you when the coast was clean. But you hated summer for this particular reason.

Wasps.

They fly in, fly into things and somehow never make it back on the window on their own despite it being the most easy thing one could ever imagine. Then, they try and sting you as if they aren’t in your house. They just creep you out, even the sight of them with their nasty little bodies. Bees aren’t a problem, they’re fuzzy looking and don’t intrude in your home nearly half as much. Also, they don’t try to sting you all the damn time.

“Where abouts?” He asks, his voice showing no hint of any destain or irritation he may harbour. “On the light,” you tell him shakily, following close to him back as you both enter the room. “Right up there- careful!”

John sniggers a little to himself, much to your dismay. He kicks off his shoes by your bedside table and climbs up onto the bed with ease on those ridiculously long legs. By luck, chance or both, he has some toilet paper in his hoodie pocket that he’d probably used to wipe his nose or something like that earlier, he can’t remember. He holds it out at arms length, only inches away form the unsuspecting black and yellow insect. “Where?” He asks again, “I can’t see anything.”

“There!” You insist, pointing up with a shaking finger. “I don’t see anything (y/n).” He repeats, making you whimper slightly, more tears suddenly appearing as you try to come to terms with the fact it might’ve moved while you were outside the room. The thought of having to sleep in your house while not knowing where it was would send you absolutely mental. “It was there I swear, look-“

“Ahhh, I got it. Stand back.”

He leans forward with relative ease, careful with the force he used so close to a live electric source and grips the buzzing creature in his tissue. “There we go,” he hums, stepping down from the bed. “All go-“

As if on cue, it flies out of the paper and you let loose a literal shriek as you dive backwards, crashing into the wall and then jumping forward in fright at that. “Woah!” John calls, “it’s alright, it’s right there. Calm, calm. Take a deep breath. Look,” he tries to calm you. That deep accent with his fatigue coating each word seeps into you, carefully calming your firing heart as he grabs it tighter from the floor, making sure he squashed it this time and immediately takes it to flush it down the toilet. John doesn’t know if you’re supposed to kill them or not, but at this moment in time he genuinely does not care. Was he fuck going to chase a wasp out of a window at half past one in the morning. Not a chance.

When he returns from the bathroom now empty handed, you still seem upset.

“That was scary.” You announce.

John smiles, pearly whites all on display. “I noticed.” He teases, making you scowl tiredly at him.

That scowl falters when his smile breaks into a light, soft laugh and he moves to stand in front of you. You absolutely don’t mind the fact that he’s babying you a little, using the sleeves of his sweater to wipe your cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and taking you into his strong arms. In fact, it’s very much welcomed. His arms are the safest place in the world to you and even the residual discomforted shivers from the concept of a wasp in your bedroom couldn’t get through that defender. He looks after a lot more than just the Manchester City goal line. No, he’s the sole defender of something much more precious that he doesn’t even realise.

Your heart.

“You okay now?” He asks softly, his tired voice rumbling through you. You nod against him, “Feeling a bit better. Thank you Stonesy.” You mumble, words muffled by the muscled chest that your face his resting against. “Anything for you, lovely.” He responds easily, pulling back from you in a way that aches his heart. The sudden lack of your warmth and presence against him is utterly brutal. He loves holding you, but hates it in the same breath. He would love to hold you if it was something he got to do freely instead of fleetingly.

His eyes are stuck watching you sit down on the edge of your bed to grab your phone and check the time with an element of shock rolling through your eyes when you realise it’s nearly two.

“You got training tomorrow?” You ask sweetly, a yawn following the tail end of your words adorable in a way that makes John’s heart flutter like a teenage boy. He nods, “Not till after dinner though, around 5.”

It’s your turn to nod, seeming to be chewing over something in thought as you lie down in the middle of your bed.

“Wanna stay then?”

John has to pretend to think about it at least a little bit so he doesn’t look like he’s jumping right up at the opportunity, which is exactly what he wants to do. “Why not,” he shrugs, chucking off his hoodie to the foot of your bed, “Scoot over.”

He clambers in, long limbs moving nowhere near as coordinated as they are on the pitch as he lays down by your right. It’s like a familiar dance, one you both know so well as you shuffle around so you can lay against his chest, one leg hooked over him as his arm wraps around you to pull you even closer. A silence falls between you as he feels your eyelashes fluttering shut, tickling his chest. He can’t find that same relaxation, can’t seem to shut his eyes for the thoughts flying through his mind all at once.

“I should teach you how to catch them.” John states, rumbling voice interrupting the peaceful quiet in which you had nearly found sleep. “You know, for the future.” He adds almost flippantly. Almost.

“Why?” You hum groggily, sleep croaking your voice ever so slightly. “I got you.”

John has to pretend your half asleep admission doesn’t send his heart flying into his throat. You do always have him, right there in the palm of your hand. Always.

“I don’t think other guys would appreciate me barging into their house in the middle of the night.” He suggests, making you quirk an eyebrow in question, but you still don’t look up at him and he isn’t even sure if you’ve got your eyes fully open. “No other guys here,” you state, “Single, living all alone.” You add lazily. The words almost make John wonder if he has fallen asleep, each one spoke playing straight into the dream he’s had for years for you to be his.

“Yeah, I know but…but there will be, at some point.” He suggests. You give no response for a moment and he briefly thinks you’ve fallen asleep at some point in this conversation.

“Bet those other guys wouldn’t come get rid of wasps for me in the middle of the night like you do.”

“Maybe,” John shrugs, “but I think there’s plenty of guys like that, especially for you.”

He feels you shake your head against him, your words decisive as you speak;

“There are no guys like you, John Stones.”

His words and his breath are caught on his throat, his heart erupting in his chest as he replays those words in his mind, trying to figure out if he had actually just heard them or if his tired mind was playing tricks on him because it was so late and he hadn’t had enough sleep.

But then you look up at him with tired eyes and a sweet smile. You know what you’ve just done, know the bomb you’ve just dropped and you’re hoping with everything crossed that he feels the same way.

“You’re my hero, Stonesy.” You say softly, your voice now a little sheepish and he can barely just make out the flush of your cheeks in the dim room lighting. “And I love you with everything I have.”

He doesn’t know what to say, his eyes wide as his heart beats as erratically as he had felt yours beating when he first arrived with fear coursing through his veins thinking you were in some kind of mortal peril.

“John?” You ask timidly, voice sheepish as you sit up in fear.

“Sorry,” he rumbles, pushing himself to a seated position, allowing him to lean forward and slide his hand around the back of your head to pull you into him, your lips crashing down onto his.

It’s just about everything he’s ever wanted.

“God I love you.” He says against your lips, a groan leaving his throat from pure satisfaction, pure relief of finally getting those words off of his chest. You giggle, resting back against his chest. “Can we sleep now, please?”

He nods, both of you shuffling so you can resume the position you had been in before a life changing confession that had spun you and the Barnsley brunette into the kiss that had been years in waiting. This was the happiest either of you had probably ever been.

“Guess we have the wasps to thank for this eh?” John lulls just as sleep is about to encompass you. He feels you shiver against him, the hairs on your arms immediately raising to attention at the mention of that which you hate so much.

“Don’t say that! That’s basically an invitation for them to invade my house!” You hiss, giving his chest a gentle swat as he pulls you closer to his side.

“Let them come,” he says almost triumphantly, “You got me now, always.”

You cosy yourself against him, a soft sigh of complete content and comfort tickling his chest as it dances across him. He feels that gentle smile that settles onto your gestures as your heavy eyes allow sleep to truly begin to take you.

“Always,” you mumble, words diluted by sleep “My hero.”

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yuulina-vre · 3 years

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Strawberries

Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter: three

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader, Uncle Steve, Aunt Wanda

Summary: Y/N loves her favorite treat.

Wordcount: 2185 words

Y/N might be small but she’s fast if she wants to be and she knows it. Especially if strawberries are around, she doesn’t want to do something relating to bath times and yucky food or her daddy doesn’t pay much attention. Right now, two of these factors are the case. Her little eyes caught the bowl of her red favorite treats in Wanda’s hands a few minutes ago. It’s now resting on the island in the kitchen area. She can see but not reach, which is mean. Daddy had said she can’t have any now since she just had lunch but that won’t stop her from trying. The only problem that she has to face is that daddy’s still holding her on his lap and he doesn’t look like he’s going to set her down anytime soon since he’s too distracted talking to uncle Stevie and auntie Wanda. Okay… maybe she has two problems. She knows she won’t really be able to reach the berries if she manages to escape daddy’s lap since they’re so high up but she had noticed the chair at the counter, so maybe she will be fine. Uncle Tony always uses a chair for things high up. She can do that too, right? If daddy just will let her down! She wriggles a little on his lap but he only tightens his hands on her and looks down with a light smile on his face. Before she knows what’s happening, she has his lips on her forehead. “All good, baby girl?” She stares up at him, a little startled. Suddenly daddy handles her in his hands, turning her a little so she’s almost lying against his chest, nestled in his arms. He presses more kisses to her cheeks and nose, tickling her with his beard. She immediately starts giggling and pushing at him. “Noo...” A gasp from Bucky lets her abruptly stop and stare in shock. He starts pouting. “No more kisses from daddy?” She frowns a little at his face. He does look sad… “Don’t you like daddy anymore?” His pout deepens. Steve snickers from the side though he stops as he notices a shift in her. “Sad?” Somehow, the fact that her daddy might be upset with her makes her sad, too. Her lower lip starts trembling and her eyes start to water, which seems to make everything worse because her daddy doesn’t only look sad but shocked too.

“No! No, baby girl. It’s alright. I’m sorry. I made a joke.” He presses her tightly to his chest now, kissing her hair, and his hands run up and down on her back as she sniffles. She doesn’t really understand what’s happening. Daddy looked sad but now he’s saying he’s sorry. What’s wrong here? Her fists tighten in his shirt and she hides her face in his chest, strawberries forgotten for the moment as tears start falling. Is she bad to make daddy sad? “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” His voice sounds sorry… maybe distressed. She sniffles a little longer, the confusion still mingling in her head, making her uncomfortable but she looks up at daddy. He still looks sad but he smiles now. Is he sad or not? Y/N feels a little overwhelmed and suddenly a little uncertain. So she looks around, searching for her best friend. She spots the blue bunny uncle Stevie got her at some point and stretches her hand out for it. Bucky quickly catches in and passes it to her. She wraps it in her tiny arms, instantly taking one of its ears, and rubs it gently against the tip of her nose. This usually calms her down pretty fast. “Oh, oh. You messed up big time Buck.” Steve pipes up, looking a little amused but concerned as well. Y/N quickly concentrates back on the stuffed toy. “I know.” Bucky whines, continuously rubbing his metal hand on the back of his girl. “Isn’t she only doing this when she’s uncomfortable or overwhelmed?” Wanda pipes up and ears a glare from Bucky that probably means nothing. Steve nods though. Y/N doesn’t really know what they’re saying but she calms down. She leans on Bucky’s shoulder and he presses his lips yet again against her cheek. “Better, baby?” She nodes and looks up at him. “I know you love me, sweetheart. It was a dumb joke. Daddy won’t say it again.” She nods again but this time her eyes catch the strawberries again. Might be the best chance she gets. She wriggles again, this time fully intending to get off daddy’s lap. “Hey, alright. Would you- Y/N! Stop struggling.” Bucky starts laughing and tickling her sides. She’s startled and screams which turns into a laugh. “I’m setting you down, okay? Just stop wriggling.” He smiles at her, presses another kiss to her forehead, and sets her down. He really likes kissing her forehead and Y/N loves when her daddy does it, though, it does tickle terribly. The moment her naked feet hit the carpet she runs off, not right into the kitchen but behind the couch, her daddy is on. He won’t pay much attention to her this way since he has to turn around. Though she sees him look at her and grin. She smiles back flops on her diapered but and starts playing with her bunny, only waiting for her daddy to lose interest.

Of course, Bucky knows instantly that she’s up to something. Y/N isn’t pretty good at hiding things. Even worse now that she does the same things every time. He knows that, as soon as she hides out of sight, that she has something on her mind she pretty well knows she’s not allowed. His little girl is just a year and then some but she’s damn smart. But he really wants to know what she’s up to so he pretends to turn back to Steve and Wanda, starting a half-hearted conversation once again, still paying attention to any naked feet on the cool floor around the carpet.

Y/N looks up again and sees daddy not looking. In a matter of seconds, she’s up, clutching her stuffed friend to her chest, and rushes off to the kitchen. The chair’s still standing there and Y/N is quick to throw her bunny on it before climbing up on it with only mild struggle. She has practiced climbing with uncle Tony recently. She has already managed to put her hands on the counter as she hears a startles shout. “Y/N! No, god! That’s dangerous.” She tries to ignore the shout, struggling to get her leg on the counter, and… yeah. The leg is up but now she’s stuck. She won’t get forth or back. But before she can start to struggle or cry in distress as her dawns that’s she doesn’t know how to proceed, two hands grab her under her arms. “My… You troublemaker.” The voice isn’t daddy’s since she can see daddy. He’s standing there, hand on his chest breathing fast with auntie Wanda beside him. She has a hand on his shoulder, looking at him in concern. Did daddy hurt something? He looks like her auntie when she falls and cries. “Y/N! You can’t climb on chairs and the counter. You could have fallen down and hurt yourself.” Her eyes instantly switch to the person holding her. Uncle Stevie looks mad but somehow not. He has her in a tight grip but it doesn’t hurt. Her eyes dart from him to her daddy and auntie and then to the counter. “Berry!” She points at it and back at stave. “Daddy no.”

“Yes. Daddy said no because you had lunch.” She pouts at Steve’s answer but hears a chuckle. “She’s quite fast and smart, huh?”

“Wanda!” Bucky looks at her with a stern expression but Wanda only laughs. Y/N continues pouting and starts trashing as soon as Steve gets away from the counter. “Nooo! Berry! Berry!” She quickly gets passed to Bucky who holds her just as tightly, not paying attention to her struggles. “No! There are no berries for naughty Y/N’s.”

“Berry.” Her eyes well up again and she reaches for the bowl that’s way out of her reach now. She sobs loudly but daddy doesn’t give up. He carries her away until Wanda sighs. “Buck. Give her a strawberry.”

“No, she just ate.”

“Come on. Just one. What’s the deal? It’s not like she’s getting sick from one and it’s been almost fifteen minutes since she ate. She will be fine and satisfied and we might not have to fear her climbing the counter for a while.” Y/N doesn’t really know what they are saying, only knowing that it has something to do with her favorite treat and that she’s currently getting farther away from it with every step her daddy takes. She cries louder, now seeing her stuffed friend still at the chair. This is just mean. Her daddy won’t give her any berries, she doesn’t have her blanket or pacifier and her best friend’s currently lying on that chair all alone. He probably is sad, too! “Berry! B-bunny!” She cries louder again not knowing which is worse. No berries or no bunny. “Fine. Fine! Oh my- Sweetheart, please. Stop crying. Daddy’s ears hurt. See, Stevie’s getting your bunny and Wanda will give you a strawberry. Okay?” She feels herself getting rocked and she hears daddy say something but words are hard to understand right now. She only knows her friend is sad. But suddenly the blue friend looks over daddy’s shoulder. “Hello Y/N. Please don’t cry. I’m fine and I’d like a hug. Can you hug me?” The head of her bunny tilts funnily and its arms stretch forward so Y/N forgets about crying and reach for it, pressing it tightly against her chest with only small sobs in between. “Ahhh… This is nice. Thank you”, the bunny says and goes still in her arms again. While she’s busy hugging her bunny, Steve breaths out in relief, glad he prevented further messy crying from his niece. Bucky sighs in relief as well, settling back on the couch with his girl on his lap now. He wipes some of the tears away and lifts her chin so the little girl has to look at him. “Y/N. no more climbing on counters, okay? It’s dangerous and pretty girls aren’t allowed to sit on them, remember?” Y/N frowns a little but nods. She remembers faintly that daddy said she can’t sit on the counter but uncle Sam and Tony always set her on them. It’s a bit confusing. She decides to listen to daddy for now. “Y/N, look what I got you. You up for one?” Her eyes look at Wanda and the… the strawberry. It’s the biggest one she has seen so far. It's almost the size of her hand. Her eyes go wide and her auntie laughs a little. Y/N almost reaches for it but then she remembers daddy’s words. ‘No berries for naughty Y/N’s.’ New tears form in her eyes and her animal gets lifted to her face to hide. She doesn’t see the adults frown and look at each other. “What did I do?” Wanda looks a little startled at the strawberry and then at Bucky. “Y/N, sweetie. It’s alright. You can have it.”

“N-no. Daddy no.” She sobs and leans against her daddy whose arms circle tighter around her, embracing her with comforting warmth. “Oh. Yeah, you’re right but you can have this one. You’re my good little girl again, right?” Y/N nods shakily. “G-good.”

“There we go. Now, do you want the strawberry auntie Wanda has for you?” She nods again but doesn’t look up so Bucky takes it from Wanda with a kind smile and holds it close to Y/N’s face. “There, sweetheart. A sweet treat for a sweet girl.” The thousands kiss gets pressed to her head and she shakily looks at her daddy before she gently takes the huge berry from him. Uncertain she looks at daddy and only starts nibbling on it after he nods encouragingly. It is sweet and proven once again that it's her favorite. She takes her time eating it, getting its juice all over her. But daddy only laughs and that’s fine. She figures if daddy laughs- he’s happy and if daddy’s happy then it means she’s a good girl. A good and tired girl. So as soon as the berry is gone, she reaches for her bunny but daddy quickly catches her hands. “Not yet, Y/N. let's clean your hands and face first so that Mr. Bunny doesn’t get all dirty, yeah?” Y/N really is too sleepy to complain, so she lets him wipe her face with the hated towel before her bunny gets passed to her. In a meter of moments, she finds herself nestled in the crook of her daddy’s arm, favorite blanket around her, pacifier in her mouth, and bunny on her chest. Bucky only needs to rock her a few times before she’s drifting off to a dream with gigantic strawberries and a big blue bunny hopping on grass fields with candy flowers.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #single dad! bucky #uncle! steve #reader insert #aunt! Wanda #Yuulina writes #Little heart much Love

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duskholland · 3 years

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Could you do super cocky frat Tom? Y/N doesn't like him cuz of his attitude. But after lots & lots of flirting, she starts giving in to his charms (and hotness). He's a bit narcissistic, so when he knows she's in the palm of his hand, he has her undress him, asking her how much she likes his muscles, and then he has her get on her knees and kiss him through his underwear, and then he pushes his c*ck down her throat until she has tears in her eyes, and he's smirking and boasting non-stop. Ahhh!

the return of cocky frat!tom, ft. a narcissistic praise kink….mmm. chefs kiss. this...ugh. thank you for requesting! nsfw 18+ extended warnings below cut.

—clearing out the askbox: smut edition—

extended warnings: blowjob, body worship.

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“Do you like what you see, babe?”

It’s loud in the frat house - music banging, people laughing - yet you’re able to hear him perfectly. Tom Holland, president of Alpha Tau Omega, standing in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. The slim black t-shirt he’s wearing exposes his rippling biceps, straining against the confines of the material.

Yes, you like what you see. Hell, you might even go as far as to admit you love what you see - that cocky smirk, his stacked physique, the air of masculine control he emanates as he stands in front of you. But you can’t admit it, not to Tom. You know he’d just be insufferable.

“No,” you lie, smirking when his lips fall into a strangled o. “You’re fit, Tom, but you’re exactly like every other frat guy here.”

He straightens up a little, watching through narrowed eyes as you drain the final sips of your drink. When you’re done, Tom reaches out and plucks the red cup from your hands, tossing it aside and slipping his fingers with yours. He uses his grip on you to pull you forward, so suddenly that you squeak as you go crashing into him, face brushing up against his chest.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. The scent of his cologne makes you shudder, and you can’t deny it’s nice to feel his hands moving over your back as he smoothes over it and steps back. Tom shoots you an easy grin before reaching up to whip the cap from his head, dragging a hand through his curls as he eyes you curiously. “You alright?”

You nod, throat running dry. You want so badly to turn around and leave him alone, but you can’t deny the pulse of attraction that you feel every time you’re around campus’ most infamous frat boy. You want him, desperately, despite the charms and the cockiness - if anything, his sneering attitude only makes you want him more.

“Lost for words, baby?”

You narrow your eyes as you look at him, meeting his gaze and feeling the power behind his state.

“Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” You say, the words slipping out without much resistance. When Tom arches an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your proposition, you swallow down the lump in your throat. “I can’t hear you in here,” you bluff.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tom murmurs, smirking. He picks up your hand again, squeezing tightly as he twists around to whisper in your ear, huskily, “I know what you really want, babe.” He pecks your cheek. “Tonight’s your lucky night.”

You roll your eyes as you let him drag you through the frat house, dodging his brothers, and the group of girls you’d come with. Normally you wouldn’t be caught dead sneaking off into one of the frat bedrooms, but you know Tom. Or, at least, you know him beyond the superficial facade he parades around with in front of his friends. You know him from the hours you’ve spent with him studying in the library, the late-night calls he’d ring you with the evening before an exam. Despite never quite crossing this line, you know him well enough to understand his personality goes deeper than the shallow frat boy persona he enjoys walking around - though tonight, you’re so horny and desperate for him that you don’t think you’d care, even if he was just the vapid asshole he pretends to be.

The moment you’re in Tom’s room, up on the highest floor of the house, he’s pushing you back against the door and kissing you passionately. You moan as you wrap your arms around his neck, giggling against his lips until you feel his tongue, warm and persistent, pressing against your mouth. You part your lips and invite him in, feeling the temperature of your body climb a few degrees as your tongues dance together in a messy collision of teeth and lips.

His hands are everywhere, shifting from your sides to your back to your boobs. You whine into his mouth when he grabs at your breasts, roughly imperfect but still with enough consideration to bring you pleasure. Tom grins against you as he rolls his thumbs over the outline of your pebbled nipples.

“Do you want me, love?” He murmurs, thick accent causing your centre to flush with renewed heat. He turns his face, thin lips nipping up and down your neck as he sucks hard, wet hickeys to your skin.

You fist at his hair as you nod. “Yes, yes,” you agree, whimpering. Your resolve has crumbled completely now that you’re alone in his room, the slick between your legs soaking the front of your panties. “Please, Tom.”

He pulls away from your neck, eyes dancing darkly. The brown discs of his irises ripple almost black with arousal, and you watch as he steps back and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I’ll give you what you want,” Tom negotiates, “But only if you do something for me first.”

“What do you want?” You ask, voice breathless.

Tom tilts his head to the side, radiating confidence as he licks his lips.

“I’d love to be able to look down and see you on your knees for me.” He reaches up, gentle hand wrapping around your cheek. His fingertips stroke over your cheekbone, and you melt into his hand. “I don’t think I can think of anything hotter than having my cock in your pretty mouth, gorgeous.” He blinks at you, innocently, and it sets you on fire. “Would you do that for me? Promise I’ll return the favour.”

You nod, entranced by the dark sparkle in his eye and the way he holds your face so delicately. Tom grins, gently slapping your cheek as he pulls back from you, hands going to your waist so he can turn you around. He settles up against the door, looking at you intently as he holds up his arms.

“Would you undress me?” Tom asks, voice dark, seductive.

“Okay,” you agree. You drift forwards, the throbbing between your legs distracting as you grab the hem of Tom’s tight shirt and manage to wrangle it up and over his head. He showers you in praise as he fixes his cap and hair, but you’re too distracted by the sight of his defined abdomen, packed muscles flexing under your gaze.

“Like what you see?” He coos, again reaching out to cup your face. Tom draws you in nearer until you’re level with him, and he curls his fingers back into your hair until he’s able to guide you with his movements. He drags you over to his left bicep, smirking at you. “Kiss them,” he says. “Tell me how much you love my muscles, babe.”

If you weren’t so aroused, you’d snap back a sarcastic remark and try to knock him down a few pegs, but you’re too far gone to care much about Tom’s inflated ego. So instead, you look up at him, battering your eyelashes as you kiss across one of his biceps, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses over one arm, across his shoulders, to the other. When he decides he’s content with your appreciation for his arms, Tom uses his grasp on your head to push you down, your knees bending as you drag your mouth over his chest. Your hands slide down his warm sides as you kneel in front of him. His skin is firm and supple beneath your lips, his abdomen rippling with layers of tight, warm muscles that you love to feel pressing up against your mouth.

As you reach the top of his jeans, he guides you to the belt, loosening his grip on your head as he reaches down to pop his belt and button. You pull the denim down his legs and Tom kicks them aside.

“You see that,” Tom murmurs. You’re fully on your knees now, and you look up to find him staring at you hungrily. His hands go back to your head, pulling you in closer to his bulge. The black material of his Calvins does little to obscure the hard line of his cock, thick and weeping precum against the darkest part of the fabric. “I’m so hard for you, Y/N.”

You lean up, kissing the tip of his cock over his boxers, smirking against him as you hear him grunt.

“Enough fucking teasing,” he grunts. Tom’s quick to grab his boxers and jerk them down his thighs, the action startling you but only for a moment because then his hands are back in your hair and he’s moving you closer. “You gonna suck me off, darling?” He looks at you carefully, arching a cool eyebrow.

“Yes,” you consent, licking your lips in anticipation. You like the way he’s pulling you around, forcing you to admire him. You’re squeezing your thighs together tightly. “I want you.”

Tom moans, and he pulls you closer. “Go on then, babe,” he murmurs. “Have a little taste.”

You wrap your lips around his tip, humming loudly as you taste his salty precum against your tongue. You bob your head a little lower before pulling off completely, meeting his eyes as you spit softly onto his hard shaft. Tom groans, his hands fisting your hair tighter when you envelop him back into your mouth, taking him easier and deeper thanks to the added lubricant. With your hands, you work the end of his length that you can’t quite fit in your mouth, enjoying the sense of power that comes with listening to Tom’s heavy breathing and his small, moaning grunts.

“So fucking good, gorgeous,” he groans. “You look so perfect on your knees for me.” He smirks at you. “Bet you love this, don’t you?”

Tom pulls you in harder, and you gag as his tip brushes against the back of your throat. His grip on your hair relaxes, but you don’t pull away. If anything, the way he groans as you continue to let him fuck your mouth raw just spurs you on. Tears form in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as he fucks your face quickly, dropping profanities into the air with ease.

“Such a mess for me,” he murmurs. “Filthy little thing, so greedy for my cock.” Tom’s face is flushed a healthy red, his eyes rippling with lust. “You want me to cum so bad, don’t you?” Again, he smoothes a hand over your cheek. “Want to get a taste of my cum?”

You moan around his length, your jaw aching as you do everything in your power to push him over the edge. It’s messy and passionate, your saliva falling down your chin, mixing with the streams of stinging tears that flood down your cheeks, but the mess of it all only makes it better.

“Fuck.” Tom slams a fist back against the door, his eyes screwing shut. The veins in his neck stand on end, pressing against his skin. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, babe, go on. That’s it. Just like that, Y/N. Yeah, I’m… fuck.”

You slow your movements as Tom peaks, yelling out your name as his member pulses in your mouth. You take his load, sucking around his tip to elongate his climax before you pull off from him to swallow his seed, dipping your head back down to lap at the remaining beads of cum that ripple over his length.

“Well shit,” Tom moans, breathless as he stands slumped against the door. With shaky hands, he reaches for you, dragging you from your sore knees until he’s able to kiss you, sloppily. His tongue mixes with yours, and you moan as his hands pinch your waist.

“Cocky, aren’t you?” You murmur, running your hands over his shoulders as you remember the way he’d made you worship his body with kisses.

Tom just quirks an eyebrow, dropping his hand down between your legs. You whine as he applies pressure to your throbbing cunt.

“You didn’t seem to mind,” he mutters, lips pulling into a smirk. “Now…” Tom slips his hands beneath the waistband of your jeans, fingers finding home between your wet folds. “I’m a man of my word, babe. I think it’s time I return the favour.”

#he makes me so angry but i am so attracted to him help #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.filth #anonymous #frat!tomfic #smut

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jenomark · 4 years

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AUGUST

➔Pairing: Doyoung x Reader (Female) | Jaehyun x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Plot (ft. smut, romance, angst, fluff etc.) ➔Warnings: Masturbation (M), Mentions of sex & sex sounds, Drinking, Cursing etc. There is also a moment where Doyoung accidentally touches the reader on her hip while she is sleeping and drunk. ➔Word count: 3,318

➔Summary: You are dating handsome and lovable Jaehyun. You stay at his apartment all of the time, along with his roommate Doyoung. Doyoung has feelings for you, which he doesn’t quite understand. What begins as an innocent crush changes the lives of all three people over the course of seven months.

Doyoung could hear Jaehyun having sex. Since the walls were paper thin, little was left to the imagination. At the oddest times of day, the banging would start. Doyoung didn’t wait to hear if it was the bed banging against the wall, or if his roommate was swinging from a secret sex swing somewhere inside of his room. The headphones came on quickly, Doyoung’s nimble fingers pressing play on the latest drama he was watching. During the boring bits, he could hear Jaehyun moaning, followed by a sweet tinkling of laughter that faded as swiftly as it had come. There was always a creaking of a bed, and then the floorboards. It was more or less the same.

Doyoung would then write down a memo on his phone, the same one over and over again, on different dates: Find a new place to live.

“Ahhh,” Doyoung said, his frustration coming out with a gust of breath.

This time, he was exhausted and hoping for some peace and quiet. He turned off the drama he tried watching, and sat on his bed cross-legged. He looked around his room and let himself listen to the sex he wasn’t having. It would embarrass him if Jaehyun knew that he listened, on occasion.

As if I have a choice, Doyoung thought.

Even though he hated hearing it, the sex sounds had come as sort of a comfort. It was his way of knowing Jaehyun was home and safe. After a while, Doyoung hadn’t gotten so used to it that he was numb to it. It was weird to admit, but he had gotten to know Jaehyun so intimately that he could practically count the seconds until Jaehyun came.

1, 2, 3, 4.

He waited, but there was nothing. Doyoung uncrossed his legs and swung them over his bed. There was no gruff climax, no relaxed creaking of a bed. No soft music filtering underneath the door, the music making Doyoung long for a relationship. There was complete silence. Doyoung got up from his bed, his slippered feet sliding along the wood. In his mind, he was anxious about something having happened. He kept trying to convince himself that something wasn’t wrong with Jaehyun, that he didn’t have a stroke mid-,well, stroke.

That’s when he heard it for the first time: your voice. Your moans were loud and free. They poured into Doyoung’s room, overflowing down his walls and laying at his feet. He was soaked with it. He stood in the middle of his room listening, his heart beating faster and faster in his chest. He was aroused by your harmony, and it shamed him how easy it was for him to reach into his pants and touch himself. The louder you got, the faster he went, stroking the length of his cock while standing, his knees wanting to buckle and drown.

It was wrong of him, he knew. You were the girl Jaehyun was dating. Nothing too serious, Jaehyun had said. Though Doyoung knew you were always in the room with Jaehyun, you were like a complete entity. He didn’t like to think about you in any capacity, and yet there you were, getting fucked so good that the whole apartment building could hear. What kept Doyoung going was the jealousy taking root in his veins. He wanted to be the one on the other side of door with you. He wanted to know what you looked like when you came, how sweet your smile was afterwards as you laid in a puddle of your own desire. He fought those feelings by telling himself you would be gone like all the other girls before you, but like with everything, Doyoung was very wrong.

Doyoung came in his hands. He felt sticky and gross. He wiped his sweat with the back of his free arm. You were still going, still giving the best vocal show of your life. He cleaned himself up and didn’t notice when you had stopped. Doyoung walked out of his bedroom, and at the same time, you walked out of Jaehyun’s, his basketball shorts hanging from your waist, and your facial expression too chipper. Even though it was dark in the living room, you glowed. You were getting ready to greet him, to be the best guest you could be. Doyoung didn’t say anything, just kept his head down and kept moving.

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Doyoung was so tired that he had fallen asleep on the train, only to be woken up by a toddler offering him his spit-covered toy. Walking the last few blocks home had felt like he was trudging through hell, so when he made his way through the door, a weight felt like it was lifted from his body. Home was always the place Doyoung felt most comfortable.

After sticking his key in the door and turning the lock, he could hear his bed calling his name. Or maybe it was an illusion due to lack of sleep. Doyoung felt the smile curve his lips. Being so far gone that he was imagining things was another thing he had to tick off his imaginary list of things that made him crazy. He kicked his work shoes off in the hallway and tried hard to keep his eyes open. He didn’t bother turning any of the lights on, just found his room by touching along walls.

When he made it into his room, he could hear the soft ticking of his bedside clock. He pulled his shirt over his head, peeled back the covers and got into his bed. A shower could wait. Food could wait. All he could think about was falling asleep for the next twelve hours, dreaming of touching soft mounds of flesh and warmth. He dreamed of caressing a woman’s breasts, of holding her so close he could smell faint whiffs of her sweet, natural scent. It had been a long time since he had someone to touch and to hold. It almost felt too real to him. This woman, this perfect being, held his hands and kept him sane. Though he wasn’t the softest of men, he dreamed of romance and marriage, a little house with kids running around.

Hearing a whimper that definitely didn’t belong in his dream, Doyoung’s eyes shot open. He was fully awake now. He saw the outline of a very real figure laying next to him on his bed, his fingers intertwined with theirs. You were not a dream. His other hand was resting on your hip, which he drew back immediately. His pelvis was so close against your body, that if you moved back, you’d feel all he had to offer. He could tell it was you by how fast his heart was racing, and by the sheer lust he pushed deep down whenever he saw you. You moved and sighed and whispered Jaehyun’s name, and not his.

This cannot happen, he thought.

“No, stop.” Doyoung said out loud, flipping himself off his bed, taking the blankets down with him.

He flicked on his light and saw you laying in his bed, swimming in Jaehyun’s clothes. You were staring blankly, your eyes having trouble focusing on one thing. You stretched, your shirt climbing up your stomach. He could make out a little mole just underneath your breast. Doyoung looked away. His gaze was furious.

“Why are you in my bed?” he asked.

“Why are you yelling at me?” you asked back, placing your hand against your forehead. “Where is Jaehyun?”

Doyoung peeked and saw that you had pulled your shirt down. You were sitting up in Doyoung’s bed and looking around, your eyes taking in his belongings but not really seeing them. You looked lost, like you yourself couldn’t figure out how you had gotten there, among the plants and paintings. When you looked back up at him, you looked so helpless that Doyoung felt sympathy for you.

“Have you been drinking?” he asked.

You nodded. “I wanted to celebrate with my boyfriend, but where is he?”

“Where is he?” Doyoung asked. “You don’t remember? You should learn to drink more responsibly.”

You got up from his bed, stumbled, and tried apologizing profusely for being irresponsible. The words that came out of your mouth were jumbled all together, a big mix of information Doyoung didn’t need to know. He pushed you back onto his bed and told you to wait there. He walked briskly across the apartment living room, flicking on lights as he went. He didn’t make it far in finding Jaehyun. His roommate was passed out on the couch, with his shirt off and a sealed condom clutched in his fist.

Mental memo: Find a new place to live.

Doyoung went back into his bedroom. You were sound asleep, your hands tucked between your knees, and your head resting on Doyoung’s stuffed penguin. He silently cursed the situation, picked up his blanket and placed it on your body so that you wouldn’t get cold. He grabbed a pillow from his bed and a spare blanket from the hallway closet. He made camp on his hardwood floor, his computer resting on his lap. Every so often, he would check on you to make sure you were alright.

The very next day, you were too embarrassed to look him directly in the eye when you apologized. Doyoung found it cute how hard it was for you to talk to him. He was basking in it too much, really gloating and living in it. He debated with himself whether he should tell you that his back hurt from sleeping on the floor. Deep down, he wanted you to pity him, to take care of him like he took care of you.

“Give her a break,” Jaehyun said, grabbing an apple from the refrigerator and tearing a long chunk with his teeth. “We got a little carried away with the wine.”

To Jaehyun, it wasn’t a big deal. If a girl was in his bed, he would be thankful for the intrusion. For Doyoung, it felt like some kind of violation of privacy. In your drunken state, you could have rummaged through his personal belongings and found things he didn’t want anyone to see.

“Don’t you ever get drunk?” Jaehyun asked, his attention solely on the apple he was eating. He didn’t care anymore. The situation was past him.

Doyoung had never gotten so drunk that he’d accidentally slept in someone else’s bed. He was always so careful about those things.

“Not much.” Doyoung said.

He couldn’t get the image of Jaehyun and the condom out of his mind. He shuddered to think of what he would have walked in on had you and Jaehyun not gotten so shitfaced. Doyoung was busy thinking about how you had managed to find your way to his room without realizing, when you spoke.

“I’m really sorry,” you said. “I don’t usually behave like that. I had a good day at work and I just wanted to celebrate with my boyfriend. It won’t happen again. Doyoung, I promise.”

His bed smelled of you. He went into his room to clean his sheets and your scent clung to them, so he didn’t wash them. He didn’t tell Jaehyun he had accidentally touched your hip and held your hand. He didn’t even know if you remembered it. He felt there should be an apology from him slipped in there somewhere, but he was waiting for the right moment.

“It’s okay,” Doyoung said. “Mistakes happen.”

Jaehyun put his hands on your shoulders and smiled. A peck on your cheek followed. He put on his best mock-stern voice and said, “Just don’t let it happen again, young lady.”

You smiled, but the smile didn’t reach your eyes. You made eye contact for the first time with Doyoung and didn’t waiver.

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“Come watch this movie with us,” Jaehyun said. “It’s one of those nerdy sci-fi movies you like.”

“I’ll pass,” Doyoung said. “I’ve had a long day.”

“What better way to relax,” you said. “We ordered food, too.”

You walked out from Jaehyun’s bedroom in his bath robe. Your hair was messy, but you looked pretty. Your legs were bare, and your collarbone was peeking out from between the fabric. It took him a moment to realize you were naked underneath the robe, and in that moment, you had managed to understand exactly what Doyoung was thinking. You smirked and sat down next to Jaehyun, your eyes sparkling in Doyoung’s direction.

“There is plenty of room.” Jaehyun said, patting the couch next to him.

Doyoung wasn’t expecting you, but you being there wasn’t that much of a surprise anymore. You had been there a lot since you and Jaehyun started seeing each other, popping up to offer insight and fresh greetings like you belonged there. Doyoung had begun to notice your toothbrush and other belongings appearing here and there. Your smell was everywhere.The week previous, he had found one of your hairs wound around his big toe.

“You’ll have to excuse me tonight,” Doyoung said. “I have work to finish.”

Doyoung went into the kitchen to grab himself something quick to eat before he vanished into his bedroom. Jaehyun came over and leaned over the counter, his smile as relaxed as always. He picked at the food Doyoung was throwing together, using his charm and handsome face to get away with it. Doyoung was tired, but he wasn’t in the mood to be combative.

Jaehyun leaned in further and whispered, “Can I talk to you about something?”

Doyoung leaned in slightly. Jaehyun looked over at you sitting on the couch, your attention on the television. As comfortable as you seemed in their living space, Doyoung kept a note of how much you still tip-toed around him whenever he was home. He didn’t understand why you did that . He was afraid you were scared of him after finding you in his bed. He wasn’t exactly the friendliest towards you, which was something he felt he would regret.

“What is it?” Doyoung asked.

“I was thinking of breaking up with her,” Jaehyun said. “I need your advice.”

Doyoung kept his eyes trained on you. He was speechless. You and Jaehyun got along well. You had sex so much that Doyoung had to buy a better pair of headphones to fully block out the sound. You rarely fought, from what Doyoung could see, and from what Jaehyun talked about. Jaehyun always had nice things to say about you, and there were a lot of times Doyoung would describe the union as a perfect relationship. Jaehyun wanting out seemed like he was doing so because he was bored, but Doyoung knew it wasn’t his place to say so. Still, he had a hard time keeping the annoyance out of his voice.

“Why?” Doyoung asked, his voice cracking. “Don’t you think it’s too soon?”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes for a minute. He said, “Too soon? We’re both just having fun. It was never anything serious. She’s still a really nice girl, and I like her a lot.”

“Are you breaking up with her right now?” Doyoung asked. “Don’t you think that’s irresponsible and, quite frankly, a fucked up thing to do?”

You looked back at them and smiled. Doyoung and Jaehyun parted. To Doyoung, it was far too obvious what was going on, but he didn’t think you had caught on. Jaehyun shot Doyoung a “what the hell do you know?” glance, which infuriated Doyoung. He may have not been the master of dating, but he understood right from wrong. The way Jaehyun was treating you made his body grow hot. He wanted to fight on your behalf, or at least tell you what was going to happen before it broke your heart.

“Come watch the movie with me,” you called. “It’s beginning.”

Doyoung looked at Jaehyun who, by the looks of it, no longer wanted Doyoung to join them. Doyoung closed his eyes and opened them. He found himself moving to the couch and sitting on one side of you. Jaehyun plopped down on the other side, his hand taking yours and holding it. Doyoung could feel his thigh against yours. Flashes of you laying his bed clouded his mind. You looked over at him and smiled, your face kind. You deserved better.

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Jaehyun didn’t decide to break up with you. By the sounds of it, he had decided to fuck you as loudly and as much as humanly possible. Doyoung held his headphones to his ears and closed his eyes as tight as he could, but images of the pair of you going at each other like rabid animals wouldn’t leave his mind. It wasn’t until Doyoung fell asleep that he felt some peace.

Some time in the early morning, he woke up because his throat was dry. After a coughing fit, Doyoung opened his door to grab a glass of water. At the same time, you opened Jaehyun’s bedroom door. Both you and Doyoung stopped in your tracks and stared at each other from opposite ends of the living room.

“I’m just getting some water.” Doyoung whispered.

He could hear Jaehyun snoring loudly through the open door. You shut the bedroom door softly and crossed the space faster than Doyoung. You stood in his way so that he couldn’t grab a cup from the cabinet.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you asked.

“What? Me? No?” Doyoung said.

His ears were red and hot. You were so close to him that you could just reach out and touch him if you wanted to and he would do nothing about it. There was so much sexual tension on his part that he felt it would shatter every window in the apartment.

“I know Jaehyun was thinking about breaking up with me,” you said. “And I know you were pissed off on my behalf.”

“I don’t know what you’re talk-”

“-Doyoung,” you interrupted. “It’s okay. Jaehyun and I talked about it. We’re figuring things out. Our relationship is..different.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Doyoung asked.

“Because I wanted to thank you,” you said. “For everything. You let me stay here sometimes without complaining. I know it must bother you. You give me these looks sometimes and I’m scared you hate me, but then there are times your features are so soft and sweet when you see me. I think you have a good heart.”

Doyoung didn’t know what to say. You moved out of the way so that he could grab a cup and get his drink of water, but he couldn’t move. He breathed your scent in deeply and turned to face you. So many thoughts were fighting to make it up to the surface of his mind.

“I have something to apologize to you for,” he began. “And before I do, I want you to know that it was never my intention to take advantage of you. I thought I was dreaming. I’ve felt bad about it ever since, but when you were drunk and in my bed, I..touched you very inappropriately, on your hip. I also held your hand. If you want to slap me, you can. If you want to do other things from a legal perspective, I understand and I support your decision.”

He would have kept going if you didn’t touch your finger to his. You hooked them together and swung them back and forth. Doyoung was suddenly transported back to a time when he was young and would get little crushes on the neighborhood girls.

“It’s okay,” you said. "Mistakes happen, right?”

You and Doyoung heard a noise coming from Jaehyun’s bedroom. You held his gaze a little too long before walking back to the bedroom for the night. Before you went inside, you turned around to get one last look at Doyoung before you were swallowed by the darkness.

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inforapound · 3 years

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The Devil Inside - Part 4

Ugg, I did it again. This was supposed to be the last chapter but it didn’t happen. Sorry. Thank you so much for reading and your lovely comments and likes.

Pairing – Ivar x reader

Warning – jealousy, possessiveness, arguing, me making up words

For months your life ran more or less in the same way, that black Camaro like a waiting chariot, always ready to whisk you off.

Friday and Saturday nights were spent driving around, going to the movies or the mall, hand in hand with your gorgeous boyfriend, always ending up in his room to fool around. Occasionally, very occasionally, he’d give you a night off so you could stay at home and study.

Lunches were spent in much of the same way; in Ivar’s bed with most of your clothes on the floor. Kissing, cuddling, touching and tasting and... well...sucking. He had been true to his word, though, and despite the amount of time spent between your legs, you had not yet done the deed. In a way, it surprised you as he was so demanding for affection and you had done pretty much everything else. Made you wonder if he had his own hang-ups but some topics with him were off-limits.

It took some time but your friends were finally resigned to the fact that you were never around. Amanda going as far as to call you the person she used to know. They weren’t upset really but you couldn’t say they were thrilled with your all-consuming relationship. And it was all-consuming. You were in la-la land and when you weren’t with him, you were thinking about him; his cutting blue eyes, his gorgeous face, and wicked, sexy body. You had done things with him you hadn’t even known about so it was hard to imagine, once you did start having sex, how much needier he’d become. How much more he’d want you close. In reality, he craved you, and getting time on your own resulted in what you referred to as an ‘Ivar pout-a-thon.’ It was cute and if asked he would deny it, obviously.

At times it was difficult to understand his upset, his constant need to know where you were, who you were with and why. Yes, why was a big one for Ivar. Why did you need to do other things? Why did you need time alone? Oh, and why did you need to study at the library as he had a perfectly good desk in his room?

Love was new to him, like it was to you, and he just handled it differently. It was sweet though and you simply ignored Amanda’s jokes, when walking class to class, that you better text him and let him know you were on the move. Yes, on the outside, it would seem intense but Ivar was intense. Moody and brooding, in a constant state of internal struggle until you were there. You seemed to make everything better and with you, he seemed free; sweet and smiling, overwhelmingly affectionate, so incredibly loving, kissing, even in public, any part of your skin that showed. Always, always, always holding your hand. He called you his baby, his princess, bought you so many cute things, and kept a picture of you up in his car. Even texted in the morning to ask what he should bring you that day for lunch. And you were truly lucky as some boyfriends weren’t communicators. Not your Ivar; his messages were non-stop and he loved to talk on the phone at night too, always saying “just a few minutes more” until you were both half asleep and mumbling. He was beyond adorable, totally devoted and you felt cherished.

Ivar Lothbrok was the best boyfriend ever.

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On that day, pulling out of school, he did not make the normal right hand turn to head to his place but drove straight and eventually into Maxwell Park. The flat-black Camaro roared on, hugging the winding road all the way up to the lookout, Ivar, as usual, holding your hand.

Killing the engine, he tilted his steering wheel up before releasing and sliding his seat back as far as it would go. Once reclined, he extended his arms out to you and you climbed over the console to lie on him. It took a moment to shift and settle so your weight wasn’t on his legs but then you snuggled in, eliciting from him the world’s loudest sigh.

“Why are we here?” you asked knowing by the strength of his hug and the deep crease between his eyebrows that his thoughts were heavier than normal.

“Where’s my boob?” was his response and you automatically unbuttoned you’re blouse enough for him to reach in and rest his hand where he liked to keep it.

The silence continued and you knew you couldn’t ask again so you waited and while doing so enjoyed the feel of your cheek on his broad chest and the smell of his neck; that perfect mix of aftershave and leather. Ahhh, his strong arms were wrapped around you and his lips were pressed to the top of your head. God, you loved having such a tall boyfriend and as attached as he was to you, you were a total leech.

But... it did feel strange that you were there, alone, so close and he wasn’t trying to grope you or kiss you or reach up your kilt. It made you feel a little insecure, in fact.

“I dated a girl last year for a bit,” he kissed your hair, taking his time, and you wondered where it was going. “Some chick that always hung out with my brothers and their girlfriends so... it seemed like it made sense. She was good-looking and stuff but, I don’t know... the whole time...it just didn’t feel like I thought it should. And she was my first. That’s supposed to make you feel something…like... how it feels with you,” he squeezed you tighter. “My brothers couldn’t understand why I broke it off but I know now that this is how it’s supposed to feel. Like it does with us. I would do anything for you. Anything. I love you so fucking much it hurts. And when we’re not together, it's like....it’s like...I can‘t....”

“Breathe?”

“Yes,” he exhaled loudly. “See baby, you know. You feel the same,” he kissed the top of your head again. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” you whispered back, hugging him tighter not entirely sure you did; however, you did understand that’s how it felt for him, so…pretty much the same thing.

There was no question that you were in love! So much, but, if you were being honest, there was a small part of you, just a tiny part, you purposefully held back. It felt like the only way to keep a little power and not get swallowed up entirely. You still loved him though. Head over heels.

Tipping your head up, you looked at him and his eyes were shining with what looked like the start of tears and his expression was vulnerable and heart-stoppingly handsome.

Clearing his throat a few times, he looked down at the console between the seats.

“I wanna give you something.”

Popping open the compartment, he grabbed a small burgundy velvet box and you pushed yourself up from his chest to better see. It felt important.

Opening it, he held it up and showed you a locket inside. It was large and silver with a long silver chain and from the patina around its edges, you knew it was an antique. The entire thing was gorgeous.

“It was my mother’s,” he said quietly, watching your face as you picked it up, holding it carefully. “She always wore it.... even when things turned to shit with my dad. It was like...a symbol of her promise to him,” he shook his head as if just thinking about it was painful. “She wore it right up until the end like they might find their way back to each other.”

For a moment, he was silent but you could tell he wasn’t done.

“Baby,” he grabbed your free hand in his large one. “Let’s promise to never get lost in the first place? I want us to be together always. Hmm?”

It was hard to speak. You weren’t sure what to say but nodded your head, the gravity of his gift and his beautiful words filtering through, making your own tears rise in your eyes.

“Let me put it on you,” he whispered and took it out of your hand, spreading the chain to drape over your head. The chain was long and the pendant sat low on your chest, right between your breasts and you loved that it was so close to your heart.

“Ivar,” you picked up the locket again, running your thumb over the intricate, oval surface. “It's so beautiful. So special. Are you sure you want me to have it?” You glanced up. “It means so much to you.”

Shit.

Shifting his jaw around, you watched his face tighten and his mood begin to sink.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I wouldn’t be giving it to you if I wasn’t sure,” he spoke in a low, slow voice, stressing each word. “Would I?” His nostrils flared and you could see in his eyes that he was hurt.

SHIT!!!

“I’m sorry,” you rushed, “that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry.” Immediately you leaned forward and kissed and kissed him, not pulling your lips away from his until you felt his body begin to ease and let you back in. “I’m sorry,” you whispered again, hugging him harder. “I love it so much and I love you. It’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me. I’ll never take it off. Never.”

As if returning to the moment, he adjusted in the seat and cleared his throat, his eyes focusing on yours again. And thank god, some of the brightness from before was returning to his expression. Brushing your bangs away from the side of your face, he kissed you softly, so perfectly and with so much feeling, before pulling back and gazing into your eyes. There were instances like that, fragments in time, even after kissing you likely a thousand times, that he still looked blown away by you. Blown away that you were there and his and looking back at him with love in your eyes.

“My mother was the most beautiful and most important person in my life. Now you are. Of course, you should wear it. It is my gift to you.”

“Thank you,” you smiled unable to look away from his beautiful, sincere blue eyes. “I love it,” you whispered.

“And I love you,” he whispered back. “Forever.”

The ride back to school, holding Ivar’s free hand did not seem close enough and so you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. It was then that you decided that you would call him later that night and tell him you were ready to take the next step. The ‘point of no return’ you had heard it called in some psychology book or.... somewhere. In your heart of hearts, you knew that he was the one and felt that there wasn’t anything you didn’t want to share with him.

“What baby?” he asked, side glancing down at your smiling face.

“I’m just happy.”

Kissing your forehead, he mumbled that he was too.

In truth, you were also laughing at the fleeting thought of telling him right then that you wanted to have sex but Ivar was a walking hard-on! You’d never make it back to school. Instead, you decided to wait and tell him before bed on the phone. He was going to be thrilled.

Yes, everything had fallen into place. You were weeks away from graduation, you had met the love of your life and the future felt full of possibilities. Nothing could slow you down.

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As expected, Ivar had responded enthusiastically to the news, so much so, you spent 15 minutes pleading with him not to try and sneak into your room. So, in the morning, as you dressed for school, it was a bit ridiculous that you took extra care selecting a pretty bra and panties to wear, knowing that they would last about 3.5 seconds on your body after entering his room. Some days, he couldn’t even wait to get home and made you take off your underwear while still en route. He loved stuff like that, evidenced by his nightstand full of your drawers.

So, at lunch that day, you were surprised when climbing into your waiting chariot that your gorgeous boyfriend looked rather serious and had two subway sandwiches sitting in a bag between the seats.

“We’ll eat here,” was all he said as he passed you your favourite veggie sub loaded with extra olives and pickles. Roast beef for him, of course.

You ate in silence and by the way he didn’t look over at you, you knew he was upset about something. In your head, you ran through your phone conversation from the previous night, analyzing what you could have said wrong, but your attention was pulled back when he started the car.

“We’re going home now?” you asked, trying to keep your anxiousness out of your voice.

He didn’t answer.

“Ivar?”

“Reynolds,” was all he said.

“Pardon?

“Reynolds,” he said again and pulled the Camaro out onto the road.

“Reynolds High? Why? Are you selling something to someone?”

When he didn’t answer, you reached over and squeezed his arm but he pulled it away and you were stunned.

“Ivar?” you mewed, sounding baffled.

“I want you to point out that guy you dated. The one you slept with.”

What the fuck.

“Why?” You straightened in your seat, confused but it was mostly dread that came over you. “Why?” you asked again, a little louder.

He still didn’t answer and it was not helping your nerves.

“Ivar!”

Inhaling loudly, he blew air out his nose as if barely coping.

“After we got off the phone last night, I was so fucking happy about today. But then....” he shook his head keeping his eyes on the road, “I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the fact that you had done it already with someone else. It made me sick.”

Oh no.

“Why do you want to know who Adam is? “

“Adam!” he exclaimed, his voice shooting high. “Adam?” he glared over at you, repeating the name like it was poison in his mouth.

“Ivar stop,” you whined. “You knew that I was with someone before. God, it was nothing even close to what we have. Not even close.”

Stewing, he just kept staring ahead, his face frozen in the most miserable, disgusted look.

“Babe, pull over, please, so we can talk,” you were using your gentlest voice attempting to coax him down but he ignored you. “Okay, at least tell me what you are going to do once we get there.”

Still nothing.

“Ivar!” you shouted. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing,” he sneered. “I just want to see him. Know who he is……and I want you to tell me everything you did with him. Every detail,” he looked over again, shooting you some look as if you better not even think about lying.

“What? No!” you were dumbfounded but knew he was serious. “Ivar, it was over before I met you. None of that matters. I love you so much, Ivar.”

“It does matter!” he sneered again. “As long as I don’t know the details, it’s like a secret that the two of you share. My girlfriend is not going to keep secrets with other dudes,” his voice was dramatic as if he was talking about hundreds of other guys. “It’s enough that you’ve been fucked before.”

Woah. You felt punched in the chest. In the stomach. You felt attacked like he was shaming you and despite understanding it was all coming from his insecurities, it felt like a knife in the heart.

“Ivar?” you pleaded softly. “Please babe. This is crazy.”

“Crazy? You think I’m crazy?” he chuckled, glancing over, his laugh sounding awful and his eyes looking strange. “As far as I’m concerned, you are the only girl I’ve ever been with.

Ummm….

“Ohh-kay...,” you replied cautiously, “but that’s not actually true…. is it?”

“Tell me!” he shouted again. “What did he do to you?”

“Please stop the car. I want to get out.”

This was insane.

“Fucking tell me!” he kept at you.

“Fine!” you gave in, just wanting it to end. “You tell me first then,” you yelled. “What did you do with that girl before me? The one who was good-looking and stuff,” you mimicked him sarcastically.

“Barely anything,” he scoffed as if it was absolutely absurd that you were even asking. “She was a lump. Something that was just…. there. A body that followed me around all the time. I couldn’t cum with her either!” he announced as if that explained everything. “That’s how in-love I am with you. You make me blow my load so fast and we haven’t even had sex yet,” he shot you a sharp eye. “Your turn.”

Watching his demented expression and listening to his bullshit, you were floored. He was totally unable to see the situation from any perspective but his own twisted one. You were horrified…. possibly a little jealous and, maybe even a bit proud. It was true, you could make him finish quickly. Sidelining the thought, you just wished the hurricane storming inside of him would head out to sea.

“Tell me,” he snarled, “and then it will be over and we won’t ever talk about it again.”

That seemed unlikely, you thought.

“You’re the one dragging it out,” he added.

“Fine, I hung out with him for eight or nine months before anything happened. We started dating and fooled around a bit and then, well, we tried it,” you threw up your hands in defeat. “I can’t believe you.”

“Why did it end?”

“I just didn’t have those feelings for him. I just wanted to be friends.”

“How many times did you sleep with him?”

“Only a couple of times. I wasn’t... I don’t know... I wasn’t turned on. That’s it, okay?”

Apparently, it was not okay.

“Did he cum in you?”

“What!”

“Did he cum in you!” Ivar shouted.

“This is so stupid, Ivar.”

“Tell me!” he shouted again, the speed of the Camaro getting a little faster.

“The first time no, cause it hurt,” your eyes skipped over watching the needle on the speedometer rise. “It was my first time…..but…the second time he did…. with a condom.”

That was it, Ivar shrieked and punched the center of the steering wheel making you jump. Adrenaline surged through you and you were both pissed off and out of patience. Fuck you Ivar, you said in your head.

“Feel better?” you jabbed. “Glad you know. Are my answers everything you hoped they’d be? Done treating me like I cheated on you…before we met?”

“Don’t fucking mock me,” he growled.

“You know what. Pull over. I’m done. I’m getting out.”

“No.”

“Pull over right now,” you glared at the side of his face. “I’m walking back to school.”

Leaning forward in his seat, his hand squeezed the wheel tighter and you felt the car speed up a bit more.

Okay, you thought, he wanted to fight. Wanted to attack you and punish you for something that happened in the past. That’s fine, you could hit back, hard, and aim right for his soft spots.

Reaching up, you grabbed the chain of the locket around your neck and pulled it off up over your head. Unwinding the window, you looked over at him and dangled it out of the car.

“Pull. Over. Asshole.”

Doing a double-take, his eyes shot wide and he growled, taking a swipe at your arm holding the necklace but you shifted your hand away just in time.

“Pull over!” you shouted. “Or I’ll let go.”

His eyes blazed at you, terrifyingly, but somehow it worked. Magically, he hit the breaks and swerved off the road, the tires jumping from the pavement to the dirt shoulder on the side, jostling you both before coming to a dusty stop.

Run, your own voice screamed in your head and you tossed the necklace in his direction and at the same time pulled the handle on the door, shooting out. Thank god, there was virtually no traffic and you rounded the back of the Camaro bolting straight out into the road, across the street, not looking back when you heard him scream your name. There was an opening in the guard rail fence and concrete steps down which you took, two at a time, knowing it led to a path that cut through the neighborhood back toward your campus. It was the very same path you and Kim and Amanda used to walk back in the days before boys and cars when everything was simple.

On you ran, not stopping when you heard him call a second time and without looking back, you imagined him standing at the top of the stairs, crutch under one arm, watching you desert him. It wasn’t until you reached the edge of the grass hockey field at your school, that you stopped and bent over, leaning on your knees, to catch your breath.

It was…. The whole thing was…. What just…

You couldn’t process it. Couldn’t put thought to what had just happened. It was insanity and you felt a rise of emotion making you straighten and look up at the sky, your hands on your chest as if it might help slow your speeding heart. Were you going to be sick? Throw up? Were you going to cry? Scream? Nope. You stopped and.... started to laugh. You started to fucking laugh. You laughed until your cheeks hurt and your eyes watered. You laughed like a psycho who hadn’t just been accosted by her boyfriend. You laughed as if it was all one big fat game.

Maybe it was shock. Maybe it was something else…but it was hard to stop. Feeling sweaty from the run, you took off your cardigan and tied it around your waist, and headed off in the direction of school not wanting to be late for your chem class.

Not once on that walk over, with a dazed smile on your face, did you think about what Ivar would do next.

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blitzosblog · 3 years

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Can you please do a John Shelby smut where maybe he’s a little stressed out so y/n takes care of him , gives him a massage and it’s kinda cute like her kneeling in front of him resting her cheek on thigh it’s just really soft .❤️

Relief - J•S

Summary: John's stress is overbearing and Y/N can't bare to see the man she loves like this so she offers a bit of a stress relief which takes a nice turn.

Pairing: John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, soft!smut, soft!John, vaginally penetration, unprotected sex

Rating:18+

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John had been overly stress lately and everyone could see it, he wasn't sleeping or eating properly which was what worried me the most, so I'd finally decided enough was enough.

"John, I need you in the bedroom Please!" I shouted through the house, I'd asked Tommy to.give John the day of and seeing everything John had been through these past two weeks he said yes, telling me to take care of his brother and of course I'd do just that.

"Love I have things to do" John spoke as he walked into the room, wearing a pair of black trousers and and unbuttoned shirt, I walked up to.him placing my hands on his bare chest.

"You have no work today I asked Tommy to give ya the day off" I explained as John put his hands on my hips.

"Why would ya do that love?" He asked looking down at me, I smiled and grabbed his hand guiding him to the bed I sat him on the small setee, we had placed at the foot of the bed and climbed behind him.

"You've been working none stop and its causing you to much stress so I'm going to help you, my love" I said as I pushed his shirt way from his shoulders and through it to the floor, then pressing down on his shoulder squeezing gently, a shalow moan left John's throat as he relaxed into me, I continued my massage readjusting my leg so my bare feet were placed on the setee and John completely relaxed, he laid kn my chest, as low moans made there way out.

"Love as much as this feels amazing I think there's soelmething even more relaxing" I said turning to look at me, I smiled getting up and walking round, kneeling down to the floor and placing my head in his clothed thigh, he smirked down at me playing with my hair.

"And what would that be love?" I asked teasingly, he groaned throwing his head as I reached up to palm him.

"Please love no playing around today" he said as he lifted me onto his lap and stood, my nightgown now rising up around the top of my thighs, John made quick work as he kissed down my neck, undoing his trousers, pushing me.onto the bed he released himself.from his trousers and briefs, his member hitting his stomach, I smiled up at him as he crawled onto of me, placing a gentle kiss to my lips.

"I love you Y/N" he said placing his hand at the bottom my nightgown lifting it, grazing my soft skins as he stripped me of my only clothing.

Reaching down momentarily as he kissed your sensitive neck, to feel your wetness grow.

"Already so funking wet love" he groaned against me, placing his member at my entrance.

"Please John I need you" I moaned. He gently pushed into my warmth, holding to let me adjust, I gripped at his shoulders indicating for him to move ad he began thrusting I placed my head i the nap of his neck, tightening my legs round his waist and he gripped at the head board.

"You feel devine" he moaned out thrusting into, he felt so good as though we were made for each other, he bent down capturing my lips in a sweet and gentle kiss, placing his forhwad on mine as he continued.

"I missed the feeling of your touch, how you grip and moan my name" he said gently caressing my face.

"God ~ ahhh John I missed you too, I love you~ ahgh I'm - I'm goin-" I interrupted my self.with a loud moan as John gripped at my thighs.

"I know love me too cum with me" he said as his thrusts turned sloppy, I gripped at the back of his neck both of us moaning lily as he came in me, helping me ride out our highs. He then fell beside me, turning to.nuzzle his face into my chest, winding his arms round my waist and pulling me close.

"Was that good my love?" I asked kissing the topnof his head.

"Most definitely, I'm very relaxed now" he joked, I'd definitely be asking Tommy for more day off now.

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thewildomega · 3 years

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Second Chance Ch.11

"mmm this is my new favorite food."

Glancing down to his son beside him he chuckled. The man was on his fifth piece of the pizza y/n had made. Learning he had liked pineapple y/n had added the fruit to his pizza as a topping which his son had been more than pleased to see. He himself had at first stuck to just bacon and sausage but with a raised brow from the woman and a quick glance to the chopped vegetables he had eventually gave in and added them to his own pizza. Once they were all done he had went outside with Marco while he left y/n and Zella to chat about whatever it was women talked about. Letting out a long sigh he glanced towards the mountain and tapped his foot in thought.

"Why don't you make it a date?" Marco asked around a bite of pizza.

Raising his brows he looked down to his son inquisition. "A date? Since when is climbing a mountain considered a date?"

"When the woman in point enjoys it." he shrugged. Seeing his father needed more convincing he finished off his pizza before sitting up, crossing his legs under him. "You said she liked exploring and adventure which is I guess why she is so eager to climb the mountain in the first place. So you could always turn it into a date."

"Elaborate." He sighed, sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest. He was willing to listen to what his son had in mind, the boy had gotten a wife of his own now so he had to know something about relationships. Besides while he had been with many different women throughout his life he had never had an actual relationship before.

Humming Marco looked up to the stars, "What about making it a picnic or something, pack a bag with some food and drinks, stuff like that."

Thinking on it he smiled and gave a hum. "Sounds like a plan son. Didn't think you were such a matchmaker." he chuckled in a teasing voice.

"Thank Thatch and his sappy romance novels." he chuckled and heard his father begin laughing.

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Shrugging the bag up over his shoulder he headed out to find y/n. Quickly spotting her out in the hills playing with Cain, his pet had more or less become hers as he noticed the sphinx would listen to her commands better than it would his own. Getting closer to the two he noticed her just sitting in the grass with Cain laid beside her, his massive head touching her thigh. "Morning darling." he greeted even though it was a little past eleven.

Hearing Ed yo looked up to where he had come up beside you and smiled. "Good morning." Seeing a bag on his back you tilted your head. "Going somewhere?"

"Yes, actually we both are, if you still want to climb up that mountain that is lass?" It had been a few days since she had said anything about it, he had wanted to make sure her arm healed okay first. He had even checked with Marco to make sure he thought her wounds were healed up enough to make the climb.

Smiling you nodded. "Of course I do. Do I need to go get anything?"

"Nope I got us covered." Seeing her smile he held his hand out for her to take. Starting to tug her up he felt her get pulled back down and looked to see Cain had wrapped his arm around her. "Cain let go." Hearing the creature grumble out a growl he rolled his eyes, "She isn't a toy for you to play with all the time."

Feeling Cain nuzzle your side you giggled and reached down to rub him. "It's okay Cain, I'll com back later and then I'll finish telling you that story. Deal?" you asked and heard him hum before he sat up and licked at your cheek.

Hearing her giggle more he smiled and pulled her up into his side as the sphinx released her. Walking away with her he grinned down at her. "And what story is it you are telling the big furball?"

"Oh just a funny story about when I was drunk for the first time."

Raising his brow he looked down at her. "You tell him stories about your past?"

Humming you nodded and looked down to the ground. "I have always found it easier to talk to animals than I have people. I think it's because you don't have to worry about animals judging you afterwards. They are just happy to see you all the time, they don't care about the things you've done."

"I understand. Maybe one day you might tell me that story..." he said in a hopeful voice.

Grinning you looked up to him, "Not really much to tell. I drank a whole bottle of strawberry vodka on an empty stomach, puked my guts out before passing out in the middle of the living room floor while dancing to Whitney Houston's 'I want to dance with somebody' on repeat."

"Nice." he chuckled. "Hangover?"

"Nope, I don't get hangovers."

"Lucky you." he smiled. "How old were you?"

"Umm eighteen I think. Mel didn't even know I had swiped it until Keith snitched on me."

"Did you get in trouble?"

"Oh yes. I had to scrub the floors by hand for the next week."

Laughing he led her to the base of the mountain and looked up to the cliff above their heads. It had a wide enough surface that it would be easier to start the climb there. Seeing her moving to start climbing he scooped her up into his arms. "Hold on." Holding her with one arm under her knees and the other under her mid back with his hands on her thigh and shoulder.

"Why? What...ahhh!" you screamed out, burying your face into his chest as he jumped from the ground at wha should have been an inhuman speed.

Feeling her arms wrap around his neck and her face move to hide in his chest made him consider just jumping the whole way up. Smiling he landed on the cliff and glanced down to her. Seeing her peek out at him and then down he gave her a smile.

"Cheater." you grumbled, hearing him chuckle. When he continued holding you you felt that warmth in your chest and licked your lips, "You going to carry be the whole way up to the peak?"

"I can darling." he told her with a confident smile and a small tilt of his head.

"Then I wouldn't very well be able to say I climbed it now would I?" you asked.

Humming he sighed. "I suppose not." Gently sitting her down on her feet he let his hands stay on her for a few seconds longer than needed to steady her. She was wearing jeans today but how he wished to have her in shorts just to be able to feel the smoothness of her skin.

Once he released you you quickly bent down to start unlacing your boots to hide your blush. Taking off one boot and then the other you removed your socks and shoved them inside.

"Why are you taking off your boots lass?"

"I always climb barefoot. Better grip." you told him standing.

Humming he nodded. "Careful not to let the rocks cut your feet." Seeing her nod they both began the climb. It wasn't all that steep right now but he was still careful to watch for her, staying close enough he could catch her if she started to fall. After a while of climbing they had started up their game of asking each other questions. "Let's see, have you ever broken a bone? Why did I ask that, of course a clumsy little thing like you has broken a bone."

"Hey, I am not clumsy!" you smiled.

"I beg to differ darling. I heard you trip again last night."

"That's your fault, you left your boots right by the end table."

"Alright I will take blame for that time but I know there is no way you haven't broken a bone so fess up."

"My leg."

"Just your leg?"

"Yep... in seven places."

"Seven places or seven different times?!"

"No all at once."

"Continue." he said with wide eyes.

"I was leaving work one night and the wind caught the door, steps were icy and I slipped. Fell off the top landing and landed wrong, broke my right leg in seven places." you told him as you pulled yourself up onto the next ledge.

"Damn lass."

"Yea not fun. I stayed out there for about four hours until Garth was driving by and saw me. Was out of work for the next month. What about you?"

"Probably close to all of them if I'm being honest, cept' my back... and hip... and skull. Wait no scratch that last one forgot about the time with Rocks."

Now it was your turn to look at him with wide eyes. "And you were picking on me?"

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It took you both close to most of the day to climb the mountain, by the time he was helping you up to the top the sun was on the water's surface. Standing on the top of the large mountain you smiled at the view of the world around you. As it turns out there wasn't any greenery up there and it was only flat for a little ways, enough for the both of you to walk on. The view however was beautiful, especially at sunset.

Seeing the large smile on her face he looked to the sunset on the water as well and smiled. "I have to admit this is nice."

Giving him a smile you turned back to the breathtaking view and pulled your phone out of your pocket so you could take a picture. You were truly thankful Marco had been able to rig up your charger to make it charge your phone for you, while you no longer needed it for calls it was nice to have your music and camera.

Taking the chance while she was snapping pictures on her phone he moved over to the flattest area on the peak and started unpacking the bag.

Turning around you expected him to be right beside you but he wasn't and you furrowed your brows before catching sight of him and walking over. Rounding the small boulders you gasped a little under your breath when you saw what he had done. There was a blanket laid out along with a pile of wood, a long dish with a top on it and what looked like two large bottles and a thermos of sorts. "Pirates have picnics?" you asked in a soft voice.

Snapping his eyes up he saw her standing there looking down at everything and felt a light blush creep up to his cheeks. Clearing his throat he stood and rubbed the back of his head. "Ah well a little birdie mentioned it and I thought it sounded like a good idea. Thought if we were making the climb up here it'd be nice to make it something special... a date so to speak."

A date?! Like a date date?! With him... and you?!

He could feel his heart beating in his chest and for a split second he felt foolish but then he saw a soft and gentle smile spread across her face.

"Then a date it is."

Smiling so large his cheeks hurt he held his hand out for her to take. As soon as her small hand was in his own he gently pulled her over to sit down on one of the blankets he had brought. Settling down beside her he finished unpacking the rest of the items, two cups for the tea and chopsticks.

"Anything I can do?"

Grinning he looked up to her as he continued getting everything ready. "Just keep sitting there looking pretty." Seeing the deep blush come to her cheeks he chuckled lightly and saw her eyes snap back to the setting sun. Woman took compliments horribly.

A few minutes later he had gotten everything ready, a tray of sushi and two cups of green tea sat between you both. "Thank you." you told him as he held out your chopsticks. "Did you make this?"

"Ah, no." he admitted. "Sushi has never been something I have been able to get down. Everytime I try it rips all to pieces."

"I've never had it before."

"Really? Well isn't this a night of firsts. Do you want me to tell you which is which or do you just want to go for it."

"I'll try anything once."

"That's a good concept." One by one he went about telling her which each different one was. "...and this one is eel."

"Revenge time."

Laughing he smiled and joined her in eating the piece of anago. He loved her sense of humor, enjoyed how they could eaisly make each other laugh or smile. Seeing her make a face he chuckled. "Not a fan of that one?" he asked and saw her shake her head but force it down.

"That's all you."

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A while later they had both finished off the sushi and he had made a fire. With the sun going down it both helped them keep warm this high up and give them a little light. "Alright lass time for another first." he spoke pouring her a saucer of sake and handing it over.

Grinning you carefully took the large saucer looking cup with both hands and looked down to the liquid, giving it a sniff. It smelled fruity and slightly nutty, good. "It smells good."

Lifting his own he grinned and gave her a nod before they both took a drink. Humming at the taste he had missed so much he quickly watched for her expression. "So?"

"I like it. It's a little sweet but not too sweet. I can see why it's your favorite." Your grinned, taking another sip.

Smiling at the fact she liked it he finished off his cup.

"Marco told me that some of your other sons will be here soon."

Nodding he saw her finish off her own drink and moved to refill both of their cups. "Yes, Izo, Jozu and Vista."

"What are they like?" you asked, eager to know more about his family.

"Well Izo is a very loyal person, he loves his family, which I suppose all of us are close. You'll like Izo and he'll love you. Jozu is a bit more gruff and quiet but once he gets to know a person he can become rather playful and teasing. As for Vista well he's character, he's modest but in a good way. All of them are their own people but you will like them, and all of them will like you. I wish you could meet all of them but I know that's not possible. Not anymore."

Seeing him saddened by the thought of never being able to see his whole family again you furrowed your brows and moved your hand to his forearm and gave ita small rub, seeing him look down to you. "Well then I guess you will just have to tell me about all of them yourself."

Looking down beside him at the smaller woman he sighed softly and grinned at the kindness in her eyes. Thinking of something he looked down to her small hand and placed his own on top of it, stroking the top of her hand with his thumb. "Y/n, darling, you want to listen to my stories, you ask me about my children, my life, me. You know more about me than probably most of my sons but I know so little about your own life, about your past."

"I've told you about when I started working at the bar." you said dropping your eyes down to your cup as you moved it to your lips, taking a long sip.

"Yes you have and after that but not before, not about your family."

"It's not the same Ed."

Hearing how soft her voice was he furrowed his brows. "And why isn't it lass?"

"Because your stories, most of them are nice and they're happy, mine isn't."

"You think my life has been all smiles and rainbows darling? It hasn't, I can assure you."

"I didn't mean it like that I just... I don't want you to see me differently..." you finally admitted in a sigh, closing your eyes and keeping your head down.

Seeing her small frame curl up he knit his brows and curled his finger under her chin to lift her saddened eyes back to his. "I won't. I will never see you as anything but the beautiful, kind, caring woman you are." Feeling her try and turn her head away when he paid her the compliment he clicked his tongue and held her chin still. "One of the things you learn with age darling is that a person's past never defines them."

Blinking as you saw his two warm yellow eyes looking down at you you let out sigh, "What would you like to know?"

"Everything." stroking her cheek.

Nodding you looked to yoru glass, "Gonna need more alcohol."

Chuckling softly he filled her cup, "That I can do darling."

..........................

Over the next few hours he sat back against the boulders with y/n curled up in his side, the other blanket he had packed wrapped around her to keep her warm along with his own body heat. His arm was wrapped around her, holding her and stroking her upper arm to offer her comfort as she told him about her, putting it bluntly, fucked up childhood. They had already been through one of the bottles of sake and were close to finishing off the second, the alcohol helping the painful memories fall from her lips. She told him how her parents who she couldn't remember had her when they were only sixteen.

"...My mother's family was higher class than my father's, from what I was always told he was a bad seed that came along and ruined her. Apparently they had ran away when she got pregnant but when I was born I guess they found out it raising a kids meant growing up and they weren't ready for that so they dropped me off at my grandparents and took off. My grandparents didn't want the proof of how their perfect daughter had fell though, they kept me for a few months and then gave me to my dad's grandparents. I lived with them until I was five, they were really nice, closest thing to a family I ever got but they were old and once they passed I was sent away again. My mom's parents didn't really have much of a choice but to take me back in but they made sure I knew I wasn't wanted there. My granddad refused to even talk to me and my grandmother just told me over and over about how I was the reason their family line would never be the same..."

"Well doesn't she sound like a peach." he grunted through clenched teeth.

Humming you took another sip of the sake. "Yea, tell me about it. She told me once that she wished I would have been a stillborn."

"Are they dead?"

"I don't think so why?"

"I wish them both a slow death."

"Ed don't drop to their level." you said and heard him only grunt.

"So what happened then?"

One by one, her family had passed her along, like some unwanted family heirloom. Along the family she went, to uncles and aunts and then cousins until soon she was handed off to a family friend. Everyone she had been left in the custody of treated her horribly, she told him only a little bit but he knew there was more. The family friend that she had lived with had made her sleep in the in the laundry room that she had described as cold and damp.

"I stayed sick all winter."

When she had stopped for a moment, drinking down her sake rather quickly he knit his brows. Goug to ask her if she was alright she started again, this time her voice softer, shakier. She spoke of the woman's oldest son, who was almost old enough to be considered a man, she told him how the boy had began to get 'handsy', telling him how he wouldn't take no for an answer. Although she had went no further into it than that he got the feeling something else had happened and it made the vein in his forehead pop out.

"When I went to her and her husband they told me I was lying and locked me in my room. A few days later Chris tried again but this time I hit him in the head with the iron and busted it open. If I thought they hated me before I had been wrong, the dad rushed him to the hospital and the mom beat the living shit out of me." Chugging down the rest of the sake you stared into the fire. "Two days later she told me to go get in the car, said we were going to the park. I didn't think anything of it because she usually took the little kids their once a week to play but this time she didn't go to the normal park. We went to this park that had to be at least three hours away. She bought all of us lunch and then we went to the park." taking a deep breath you bit your lip. "I was on the swing when she came over. Sh etold me that she was taking the kids to the bathroom and that they would be back. They never came back." you shrugged.

They had just left her there. She had been thirteen. A child. She had been a child and they had just left her there with no money, no food, no clothes, no nothing. Next she had told him about how she had spent the next two years living on the streets. She scronged around for food, she slept where ever she could.

"I remember always being cold."

Her voice was nothing but a whisper, she was ashamed, ashamed of the things she had to do just to survive. When she had turned to stealing things he could tell she considered that one of her lowest moments. "You did what you had to do darling." he told her.

"Still doesn't make it right."

"You stole things you needed to get by not things for joy."

Grinning the tiniest amount you held up your cup for him to fill.

Topping off their cups with the rest of the sake he moved his arm to pull her back into his side. "So when did Garth find you?"

Swallowing the sake in your mouth you pulled your knees up to your chest and leaned more into his side. You didn't know whether it was the alcohol or the fact he was offering you comfort while you told your life story but you just wanted to be as close to him as possible. He didn't seem like he minded. "I had been running from these guys for a few weeks, really bad people that had been trying to get their hands on me..."

"Why? What did they want from you?" he asked, not liking where this was going.

"I don't know exactly but I'm pretty sure they were trafficking women and kids. I saw them around other women and young girls before."

Clenching his teeth he took a deep breath to calm his temper.

"But I was running for them and I was scared. I ran through the woods, I went on for days until I was in this place I didn't know. Winter set in quick and I had no place to stay, no where to get food. I was starving and freezing and just over it."

Watching out of the corner of his eye as she downed the remaining sake he furrowed his brows. He didn't like where this was going. "Go on."

Hearing his deep, low voice you closed your eyes. "I didn't want to go on anymore... I didn't want to hurt anymore." There was a lump forming in your throat now and you tired to focus on his heartbeat, the soothing thumping.

Swallowing hard he looked up to the stars shining high in the sky. "What did you do lass?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

"I... I climbed up onto the bridge. I stood there, looking down at the valley for a while, wondering why the hell I was ever born, what the point of my existence was if no one was ever going to want me...." Feeling a tear fall to your cheek you quickly reached up to brush it away. "I had moved to take that step when I was snatched down to the asphalt." you told him and let out a sad chuckle. "Garth had snuck up on me and pulled me down. God I gave that man hell. I hit him, kicked him, bit him, did anything I could to make him let me go. I begged him to just let me die but he wouldn't do it. He held me until I calmed down and then put me in his car and drove me to the hospital. I was so damn pissed at him. Refused to talk for a week, wouldn't even tell anyone my name. He never said anything bad though, he just kept coming, bringing me food and stuff, sitting with me and watching TV. Sooner or later I broke down and told him enough. He tried putting me into foster care three times but I just kept running away. Finally he gave up and the rest you know."

Taking a deep breath he kept his eyes up on the stars, silently thanking whatever higher power that was up there for keeping her alive, keeping his soulmate alive. It hurt his heart to know that the woman he loved had been through so much, that she had felt so alone. She thought there was no one that wanted her, no one that loved her. "I'm sorry that you had to endure all of that lass. That you were alone for so long." Looking down at her he saw her eyes looking up at him, her lashes still a bit wet.

"Thank you Ed, for listening."

"Of course darling."

Licking your lips you gave a sheepish grin, "Sorry for making the date so depressing."

"Don't be, this has been a perfect date."

"You must've had some really bad conversations on dates then." you said with a cuckle.

Tilting his head some he leaned back some, "Well actually darling this is my first real date."

"No it isn't." you said, looking up at him sideways.

"It is." Seeing her looking at him in disbelief he chuckled. "Is it so hard to believe that some people don't go on dates."

"No, I've never been on a date but that's because I'm an antisociable loser." you giggled and heard him snort out a laugh. "I just find it hard to believe that you have never been on a date."

"Well lass there isn't exactly a high population of women that are either my height or willing to go on dates with men four times their height."

"I thought you said that woman you were on Rock's crew with was around the same height as you."

"LINLIN?!" he gawked. Feeling his lip lift into a snarl he shook his head. "No way in hell."

"What?" You laughed. "Didn't you say she had like a ton of kids?"

"I think she is at 85."

"How is that even possible?"

"I don't know, I don't even want to think about it." he said and shivered. "Let's not talk about it."

Giggling you leaned more against his chest. "Well I'm honored to be your first date then."

"As I am yours darling."

.........................

Waking up to the sun hitting his face he knit brows, his eyes still not opened yet. He was laying on something hard, sure as hell wasn't his bed. Then there was the pressure on his side and chest, not a heavy pressure but a notable one. It was warm as well. Cracking one eye open he looked down to see the face of an angel. She was sleeping, her head was on his bare chest, along with her hand which was laying over his right pectoral. The blanket was covering her body below her shoulders and some of his lower half but he could feel what he guessed was one of her legs thrown over his thigh. Letting his eyes scan her face he saw her lids and lashes fluttering as she dreamed. Her lips were slightly parted and he couldn't help but wonder how they would feel against his own. As the sun rose higher into the sky and onto her face he saw her brow twitch, a small hum coming from her. Watching her eyes open some, attempting to blink away the sleep he smiled and chuckled softly at how cute he thought she looked.

Opening your eyes and seeing two warm yellow ones looking at you felt a light blush warm your cheeks. "Hi."

"Hi lass." he spoke his voice still deep and husky with sleep.

"I guess we should climb down now huh?"

Humming he grinned. "Well actually I have one more thing in mind?" Seeing her tilt her head he grinned. Sitting them up he started packing up their things, seeing her help as well. Once everything was up he walked to the edge of the mountain and looked down to where his village was. Seeing a black dot down there he grinned and gave a loud whistle.

Watching with wide eyes as Cain flew the whole way up here and landed ont he rocks by you both you opened and closed your mouth before looking to Ed. "You didn't tell me they could fly too."

"I thought you knew." he chuckled.

"So what is Cain going to give us a ride down?" you asked, rubbing Cain's back.

"Sorta." he smiled. Walking over to his pet he leaned in close.

Seeing Ed whisper something to the large creature while smirking at you you narrowed your eyes. "What are you up to?"

"A pirate never tells darling." he smirked. Walking over to her he placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up onto Cain's back. "Now you hold on tight and I'll meet you down at the bottom."

"Wait your not coming?"

"No lass, I'm a bit too big. Besides this is one of your dreams not mine." Seeing her confused he smiled and looked up to the clouds. When it seemed to click he chuckled and patted Cain's head. "You be careful with my lass now Cain."

"Wait Ed..."

"Have fun darling." he said and watched as Cain ran from the edge of the mountain.

Tensing up a bit at first you finally opened your eyes and looked around you to see the ground far bellow. You could even still see Ed standing on the top of the mountain watching you. Up and up Cain flew until the island itself looked like nothing more than a speck of green in a vast blue ocean. Raising your head to look in front of you you saw white puffy clouds and smiled. Going up just a few more feet and you were soon flying through the clouds. Holding onto Cain with one hand you lifted the other to watch your hand fly through the clouds. Of course you couldn't feel anything but it was still amazing. Knowing Ed had remembered one of your bucket list items and done this for you made you feel that warmth in your chest, your heart feeling like it was going to burst. Before long the both of you started back towards the ground, Ed somehow already down there.

Standing there with the bag by his feet and his arms crossed over his chest he smiled at the sight of how happy she looked. Seeing Cain land by him he reached up to help her down and was surprised when she wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him. Humming he hugged her back, listening to her thank him over and over. "You're welcome lass." he smiled.

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naruto-ichigo-soul-kyobabe · 4 years

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Stray kids reaction to you hurting yourself (based off of stupid things I have done)

Chan

-you were waiting for Chan to come home from practice

-you heard his keys in the door and instantly started running from your bedroom to the door

-slipped going down the stairs because you forgot to put your slippers on

-chan opens the door to see you falling down the stairs

-“omg! Baby, are you okay?” He asks as he runs to you worried

-you nodded and say you’re okay, even though you have pain in your arm, which later bruises

-he kisses your forehead before helping you up and bringing back to your bedroom

-gets ice and wraps it in a towel and rests it on your arm

-“Y/N, next time don’t run down the stairs in just socks.. you know how slippery the hardwood can be” he says to worryingly

-cuddles you for the rest of the night

Minho

-You and Minho were snuggling on the couch having a movie night

-“ugh, too hot” you whined

-“I know I am, baby” Minho responded with a smirk

-“not you, meant I’m sweating under the blanket.”

-“so you don’t think I’m hot?” Minho asked raising an eyebrow

-“of course I do.” You giggle as you removed the blanket off of you, exposing your bare legs, that were covered in bruises and a couple scratches

-“Ya, Y/N! What happened??” Minho cried out. “Where did these bruises come from? And you have scratches!?”

-You looked at your legs and sat their wondering the same thing. “Hm.. good question. I don’t know where they came from.”

-he looked at your flabbergasted. “What?”

-“hm, the scratches are probably from the cats.. I just don’t remember them scratching me though. And the bruises.. hm I get random ones all the time so honestly I don’t know”

-you shrugged and turned you attention back to the movie

-“Aish, Y/N, baby. I’m gonna have to baby proof this whole place now” he took you into his arms protectively. “I’m also gonna wrap you in bubble wrap because clearly you’re a danger to yourself”

Changbin

-the two of you decided you would go to your cousin’s house in the country and do some four wheeling

-neither of you had really done it before, so your cousin suggested you and Changbin ride on one together (mostly because he knew you were clumsy and couldn’t drive for shit

-Changbin was confident in his driving skills, so you climbed on behind and wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled your head onto his shoulder

-your cousin lead you guys down a trail he was certain would be smooth and easy to ride on - at least that is what he thought

-the terrain after a few minutes began getting really bumping and you were having a hard time hold on

-after a really bad bump that lifted the four wheel in the hair you lost your grip around Changbin and you went flying off

-“OMG! Y/N!” Changbin screamed running towards you “Baby, are you okay!?”

-You just blinked a few times not believing that just happened “Yeah, I’m fine you said”

-“What do you mean? You’re arm is bleeding! Damn it!” He yelled worrying looking at your arm that blood running down it.

-you looked at your arm and realized he was right “oh, I don’t feel a thing”

-“Because of shock!” He said, “Uh why don’t I have anything to wrap your arm up!?”

-“Eh, it’s fine. We’ll just go back and clean it up.” You said calmly.

-Your cousin came back to see where guys went and sighed when he saw you were bleeding. He took off the bandanna that was on his belt looped and went to tie it around your arm.

-Changbin snatched it out of his hand. “I’ll do it! She wouldn’t be bleeding if you didn’t take us down this path”

-he wrapped up your arm and kissed your cheek. “Let’s head back so we clean this up.”

-he glared at your cousin before turning around and brining you back to the house.

-“We’re never doing this again, got it?”

Hyunjin

-You were in Hyunjin’s room helping him look for his daisy necklace that Seungmin had given him

-“How’d you loose it?” You asked searching the desk in his room.

-“I took it off for a second because it had gotten caught in my hair and I put it in my hoodie pocket.” He said pouting “If I don’t find it, I will absolutely die.”

“Dramatic as always” you giggled. “Were you in your bed?”

-You walked over to his bed, where he had already stripped clear of everything.

-“Oh, Y/N, are you trying to imply you want to be in my bed?” He said raising an eyebrow. “During such a heartbreak I am experiencing?”

-You rolled your eyes at your dramatic as hell boyfriend. Honestly, some days you don’t know how you put up with him.

-“No. I just want to know if we should be searching in this area, to actually make progress.”

-“Then yes. I was in my bed. But I already stripped off the blankets and shook them. But nothing feel out.

-“Maybe it fell under the bed? Between the boards?” You asked picking up the mattress. “Hold this while I look.”

-He did what you said as you went underneath and maneuvered your way between the planks. Eventually a certain necklace caught your attention near the corner of the bed frame.

-“Found it!” You shouted as you made your way back.

-Hyunjin was so excited and forgot to wait until you emerged before letting mattress, which landed on your head and pinned you to the bed frame. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but it caused you to bite your lip- hard.

-“ahhh, Hyunjiiiin” you whined

-“oooh sorry!!” He lifted the mattress back off for you to roll out. You say on the floor and could feel blood running down your chin. “GAH, Y/N! Your lip is bleeding.”

-“Because it bit it by accident. Anyway, here’s your necklace.”

-“Omg but this is serious! Thank you, by the way, but we gotta clean your cut! TT”

-He ran to the bathroom and gathered all the supplies he thought he would need and started to clean your wound. “I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have dropped the mattress so soon.”

-“It’s okay. No big deal.” You said shrugging. You saw the pain in Hyunjin’s eyes as he looked at your injury, you were hoping it would make him feel less bad. “I’m clumsy anyway, so don’t worry about it.”

-“I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you again. Next time you hold the mattress.” He kissed your cheek gently, afraid that he might somehow hurt you. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

Jisung

-You were babysitting your neighbour’s daughter. Your families were very good friends and a few years ago you gave their daughter your old bed frame. It looked like a little house. It had a roof and a little window you could open. You lowkey missed that bed.

-you climbed onto the roof of the bed like you would do when you were younger, and sat down looking out at the room.

-you and your neighbour were playing fighting while up there, and you lost your balanced and fell off. You twisted your arm the wrong way as you fell, and felt some pain when you moved. You thought you might have sprained your arm, until you realized you couldn’t move your fingers. Your neighbour was worried and grabbed your hurt arm to check on you.

-you had to hold back the scream you wanted to do. Tears instantly filled your arms. You were most certainly sure you broke your arm.

-You called your boyfriend, Jisung. “Baby,” you choked out when he answered his phone

-“Y/N, babe are you okay?” He asked concerned.

-“N-no. I think I broke my arm.” You cried out. “I’m babysitting and I fell off the roof and twisted my arm the wrong way.. but I think it’s broken”

“YOU WERE ON THE ROOF!?” Jisung yelled in disbelief

-“Aha nooo, the roof of the bed.” You said as you started crying a bit more “C-can you bring me to the hospital? P-please?”

-“Bed roof-? Doesn’t matter. Yes of course! I’ll be soon!”

-Jisung brought you and your neighbour to the hospital, where it was confirmed you broke your arm and would need a cast for at 6 weeks.

-“Babe, I don’t trust you to take care of yourself during this time. So I will be staying with you.” Jisung said as he drove you back home. “I can’t believe I even need to say this, no more playing on roofs”

-he took your hand and kissed you fingers gingerly as not to hurt you.

Felix

-you and Felix were baking cookies in the kitchen. Felix’s cookies were to die for and when he asked if you wanted to help, you jumped at the chance, really you just wanted to spend more time with him.

-you two had a lot of fun baking cookies and even got into a flour war, which caused Chan to yell at you guys for the mess you made

-you cleaned up all the flour you threw and spilled while the cookies were in the oven.

-I couldn’t wait for them to be done, you knew they would be delicious.

-once the timer went off you told Felix you would take them out. You opened the door and grabbed the cookie tray, your mistake was you forgot to put on oven mitts TT

-You yelled in pain and dropped the tray back in the oven. You looked at your hands and saw your burnt fingers, which were already starting to blister.

-“Y/n! Omg! Why didn’t you wear oven mitts!!” Felix grabbed your hands and brought you to the sink to run your hands under cool water.

-It helped a bit, but you couldn’t help but cry a little bit. You were in so much pain and you ruined the cookies

-“I’m sorry, ‘Lix. I wrecked the cookies” you cried.

-“Wha-? Darling, I could care less about the cookies. I’m more worried about you! How are your fingers?” He asked taking your hands gingerly in his and putting them closer to his face so he could inspect.

-“Burnt.. and in pain” You said mustering a small laugh.

-“I think we have some cream for burns. Run them under the water and I’ll be right back”

-Felix came back with the cream and applied it to your fingers. “While your fingers heal, you can stay here. That way I can take care of you and make sure you don’t hurt yourself further.”

-You nodded, you knew you would need his help for a bit. He kissed you before going to clean up the mess in the kitchen. After that he had you sit his lap so he could cuddle you without worrying about hurting your hands.

Seungmin

-You and Seugnmin went out on a walking date. You two didn’t want to necessarily do anything, just wanted to be together, and away from the others.

-After a bit of whining, you eventually got him to give in to hold you hand, which you swing happily as you walked.

-“Y/N, keep doing that and I will let go of your hand.” He said pouting

-“But I’m happy to hold hands with you.. I can’t help it!” You smiled sweetly at you. “Please keep holding my hand, Minnie”

-He pursed his lips and looked away from you, light blush on cheeks. “Fine.”

-You giggled. You knew he secretly liked holding hands, just wouldn’t admit it.

-You guys were walking up an uneven sidewalk. Being the clutz you were, you lost your balance and fell over, landing on your foot weirdly.

-“owww” you whined as you held onto your foot, which had already swollen significantly.

-“Honey, are you okay?” Seungmin asked kneeling down.

-“I hurt my foot.” You said pouting. “It’s so swollen, I can’t even take my shoe off”

-He helped you up, but once you put pressure on your foot you cried out in pain and clutched to him.

-“Ahh, does it hurt that bad?” He asked worried. You nodded with some tears in your eyes. “A-ah. Okay. Hope on my back. I’ll carry you home.”

-“W-what?” You were taken aback by his suggestion.

-“You can’t walk like that. So just get on my back before I change my mind!” He bent down in front of you, making it easy for you to get onto his back.

-You wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled into his back. “Thank you. I really love you, Minnie”

-“Yeah whatever.” He said flustered. “love you too.”

-He brought you back home and wrapped up your foot, elevated it, and refused to let you walk anywhere until it was fully healed.

Jeongin

-You and Jeongin were playing a game of one-on-one basket ball. You were pretty good and wanted to show your skills off to your boyfriend

-You has pretty good skills, but since Jeongin was taller than you, he had advantage. He was able to block your shots and grab the ball when it was in the air.

-“Ughhh no fair!” You whined. “Why do you have to be taller than me?”

“Uh, I think it’s because of genes?” He said laughing. “You are good, but I’m better.”

-“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You said annoyed and took the ball from him and started dribbling. He was coming after you quickly and went to steak the ball from you. You both smacked the ball and it came back at you and pushed your middle finger farther than it should. You cried out in pain holding your hand, forgetting about the ball that Jeongin had stolen from you.

-he made a shot not realizing you hurt yourself and turned back to see if you saw him. When he realized you were injured he ran over to you. “ahh, baby what happened? Let me see”

-He examined your swollen finger. “Ahh I think your sprained it. You’re always doing things like this.” He let out an exasperated signed. He didn’t realized he would be constantly worrying about you 25/8 when he started dating you. You always managed to hurt yourself and he just wanted to lock you away from the world.

-“Let’s go back to the dorms so we can put some ice on it. Maybe go to the doctors?” He grabbed your non-hurt hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. “Honestly, what am I going to do with you? How am I suppose to keep you safe if you’re always hurting yourself?”

-You giggled. “Sorry I don’t make things easy.”

-“It’s okay. It just means I have to try harder.” He kissed your cheek and took you to the dorms to take care of you.

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids fanfic #jeongin stray kids #bang chan #christopher bang #lee minho imagines #lee minho #han jisung #lee felix #changbin #hyunjin #seungmin #mine

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laketaj24 · 4 years

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Happier

Author’s Note: Ahhh, I got no Finan requests but I had an idea, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it!I just google searched the image, kudos to the creator.

Pairing: Finan X Reader

Warning: None

Cookham. It had been years since you’d been to the place, two to be exact. Stopping there had simply been an earmark on your journey to the North. But that earmark had rendered had a small issue, a toddler-sized one. You docked the small boat, and the guards were up on their feet in seconds, walking over to you. “Halt.” They called accessing you.

You tossed the burlap sack to the dock and then climbed over yourself. Your son, Alden, reached up to you, clasping his hands to be picked up. You lifted him and placed him on your hip. The journey from Wessex had not been perilous, but the thought of actually touching your feet to the soil for the first time in two days seemed all too comforting.

“State your name.”

“I am Y/N.” You cleared your throat. “And this is Alden, son of a warrior who lives here… Finan.”

The two men turned their heads inquisitively, and then a boisterous laugh escaped. “Oh, this is too good.” One jeered the other jokingly, pushing his elbow into his side. “Come.”

You found nothing funny; it was never your intention to return back to Cookham, but traveling with your son made it hard not to. There was no way to have something of your own without the threat of an attack, either from Dane or a man seeing you as vulnerable. You’d have to come to Cookham to live.

They opened the gates of the estate, and immediately you were greeted with a familiar face, a friendly one that was always found in Sihtric. The broad smile on his face was accompanied by a hug. “Y/N!” He took the heavy bag from you. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you, Sihtric. It is great to see you are well.”

“Well, as you can be with two children.” He looked down at the small childbearing the same dark eyes and head of hair as his father. “Speaking of which, who is this little man?”

“He is Alden.” You paused. “Son of Finan.”

Sihtric stumbled and then caught his balance looking Alden over. The tiny cross on his neck and play sword on his side, he had all the bearings of Finan. “This is,” He chuckled. “A sight to see.”

“Is he here?” You said, ignoring the hint of amusement in his voice. “I wish to speak to him.”

“He lives there.” He pointed to the quaint stone brick house next to the Great Hall of Uhtred. “but give him a minute, I think he’s busy.” Sihtric walked to the door knocking twice and then waiting for no response, just giggles and the sound of a mess being made as things clanged to the floor.

Impatience growing thin, you opened the door witnessing the bare ass lady scurry under the covers and Finan standing with his mouth agape. “It seems a leopard cannot change its spots .”

“What the hell?” He squinted his eyes at Sihtric. “You couldn’t have handled this better, could yah?”

“She was determined,” Sihtric smirked. “I will fetch us some ale. I think you are gonna need it.”

“Get out.” You hissed at the woman. “Now.”

Finan dressed, sliding his pants on and skipping the shirt. “You have some nerve,” He complained, watching the woman get dressed. “Hurry it along with love, the woman has a temper.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, covering the eyes of your more than prying son. “You heard him.”

She left the three of you standing in his doorway, and you pushed your narrow finger into his chest. “I regret even coming here.”

“Then why’d you come?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You don’t have to, I am not giving it. You left in the middle of the night. Treated me as I was some whore, then you barge back in here with an attitude and a wee lad thinking everything is fine. Well, it’s not, what do you want?”

“I did not treat you like a whore.” You folded your arms over your chest.

“You left silver on my clothes.”

You cracked a smile seeing him flustered. “I,” you suppressed the laugh that was begging to be set free. “It was the silver you gave me Finan. I told you I didn’t wish to take anything from you. I would never treat you like a whore, even if that is what you are, I didn’t want to take your silver. You always complain about never getting paid.”

“I am paid plenty.” He rolled his eyes. “That’s my cross.” Finan pointed to Alden.

“And he’s your son, I figured he was best to wear it.”

“My son?” He cocked a brow. “Horse shit, he’s…” He looked upon him and shook his head. “Oh, fucking hell.” He grumbled. “Y/N, what am I supposed to do with him? I would be a shite father, you know?” He paused, and even though he said nothing, you knew what he was thinking. His father had been cruel.

“I don’t think you would be.”

“But you-,” He paused. “Oh, fuck. Sorry. I just-, Does he eat?” He pushed his hands through his hair. He squatted down, touching the small cross and then his cheek. “What’s your name?”

“Alden.” He answered timidly.

“Well, do you eat?” Alden didn’t answer, so Finan peered up to you. “I have soup.”

“Eating sounds nice, we’ve traveled a great distance.” You took the small cloak from his back, and he grabbed your leg. “Say hello to him, Alden.”

“Hello.” He waved.

“Good, sit down while he gets you food.” You didn’t want to sit, you were stir crazy. You had thought over every single outcome of returning here. Alden needed a father, there were things in this world he needed to learn you could not teach

“So, you returned with a surprise.” Finan took the bowls and filled them with the beef stew. Then handed Alden a spoon.

“I wanted to come sooner. But…”

“Save your speech.” Finan sat across from Alden. “I am sure you rehearsed it a million times, but it’s not necessary.” He pushed a bowl in front of the empty seat. “Sit.”

You sat next to him. “Why?”

“I do not need a reason to be a father to my child, other than he’s my child.” He exhaled. “I might not be the best.” Finan shrugged. “But you two can stay here.”

“Thank you.”

The awkwardness lasted for three days, and on the fourth day, Finan and Alden were attached at the hip running through the estate, causing havoc for everyone they came across. “Hold your sword up,” Finan said, lifting the wooden sword for Alden. “Now hit him.”

Alden swung his sword at Uhtred, who seemed unbothered by the toddler, using him as a practice target. “Harder, you're Finan’s child.” He teased.

Alden got a running start and swung at Finan. Finan dramatically fell to the ground in front of Alden with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Alden erupted in giggles before he lunged at Uhtred, who followed Finan’s behavior. He lay beside his friend's arms stretched. Alden turned to Sihtric and set his eyes on him. Sihtric playfully ran circles around his friends before Alden caught up to him and hit his leg too. He fell on top of them. Osferth held his hands up in defeat when Alden set his eyes on him.

“Spare me, young lord.” He joked.

Alden climbed over the three men to Osferth and held his hand out. He, unlike his father, didn’t say many words, but he liked Osferth a lot. The two of them headed over to the food, leaving the men where they lie. You shook your head with a wicked smile on your face as Finan jumped up and ran over to you.

“He defeated every last one of us, without blinking an eye.” Finan looked over you. “Did you teach him that?”

“It was all inherited.”

“You’re right. It’s good blood it is.” Finan huffed. “I know you might not believe me… but I missed you around here. People are happier with yah around.”

“Is that so? It’s confusing to think that you missed me, from what I have been told a different woman warmed your bed while I was away?”

“It was loneliness Y/N, spare me the judgment. Had I know there was a chance you’d return, I wouldn’t have bed anyone.” He admitted cutting his eyes over at you.

“I am sure.” You hit him with the rag you were using to clean the place he called home. “Osferth teaches him good manners, which is a good thing. He will have to learn them from someone.”

“Do not do that.” He groaned.

“Do what?”

“You know what you’re doing. Switching matters. I wanted to speak to you about how I’m happier with yah here. And for the fifth time today, you ignore me.”

“I tend to ignore the lies, it makes things easier.”

“I tell you no lies, I have not had much in my life to be happy about, just my family here and you… and him.” He watched Alden. “I feared I’d leave no mark on this earth, and you gave him to me.”

“Well, he’s all yours through and through.”

“And what about you?”

“I am my own.” You shrugged. “It’s all I’ve ever been, all I want.”

“How can I change your thinking?”

“Change it? it’s hard to bend the will of a determined woman.”

“Then, I see I have I some work to do, stubborn woman.”

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alien-rainbow · 3 years

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His Solace

Solangelo fic, light swearing, fluff, watching a horror movie

Word Count: 1,410

“Ahhh!” Will yelled burring his head in his arms and tucked his body in as the screen was covered with gallons of fake blood.

“Will, it’s just a movie,” Nico said snorting at his boyfriend as he pulled the blanket tighter against himself trying to keep out the winter chill. Chiron had decided that It would be nice to let it snow in camp and let the temperature drop and the raventte couldn’t seem to get warm.

“Well, I didn’t grow up with the creepy crawlies,” Will pouted bring his arms down from his face to cross over his arms. The Apollo cabin counselor could be extremely childish even though he was one of the oldest and the best medic in the entire camp. The light from the TV gave the Hades cabin an eerie glow that didn’t extend past the bucks that the two boys were sitting on. Hazel was in Camp Jupiter with Frank and the Apollo kids were fast asleep meaning that Will and Nico had the hades cabin to themselves. The blond scooted closer to Nico laying his head on the shooter boy’s shoulder and continued to watch the movie without protest until the next big jump scary causing Will to jump three feet up and smacking his head on the bunk above the boys.

“Shush!” Nico laughed pushing his finger against Will’s lips. “If we get caught they’re going to take away my TV and you are going to have to pay the Hermes kids to get me a new one.” Nico giggled as Will stuck out his tongue at the son of Hades causing Nico to draw back his finger and wipe it on his boyfriend’s shirt.

“Ewwww,” Will said scrunching up his face. Only for Nico to respond by smirking and burying himself deeper into his blanket burrito. “Hey share some blanket,” Will pouted, his puppy dog eyes worked a fair amount of the time, and considering that they were both sleepy and had their guard down, It would work. Nico mauled at the blue of Will’s eyes, like the dazzling blue after a storm.

“We are sitting in a pillow fort Will,” Nico said trying to keep a straight (lol good luck) face as he threw Will a pointed look.

“All of the blankets are structural support.”

“You have been hanging around the Athena kids too much,” Nico said smiling at his boyfriend as he shook his head.

“Neeks, I’m coooold,” Will somehow widened his eyes making Nico unable to say no to him. But instead of giving Will the blanket Nico launched himself at the taller boy and landed in his lap forcing the air out of Will’s lungs.

“Ugh,” Will gasped as the raventte bored into his lap blanket, pillows and all. “How do you know that I wanted you too?” Will question raising an eyebrow at the small Italian now nestled in his lap. Nico's looked up at Will, his deep brown eyes sparkling with mirth.

"You love me," Nico said as he somehow burrowed deeper into the blanket. Nico settled into his spot and took a deep breath, this he could get used to. Not having to worry about any quests aiming to end the world, No Angry immortal beings to stop, no having to travel across the world in an impossible amount of time, no sinking into oblivion. It was nice to exist in a time where he wouldn't have to fear for his life because of immortals getting pissy or the prejudices of society. Nico's peace was shattered when Will stood up casing Nico to fall to the ground with a soft thump. Nico hissed at the cold of the floor but was thankful to not have hit any of the vampire inspired furniture inside the Hades cabin.

"Hey! What was that for!" It was Nico's time to pout at the fact that he had gotten dumped to the ground. Will wasn't paying him any mind and was wrapping the blanket around himself humming You Are My Sunshine softly to himself.

"I wanted the blanket," Will said pointedly, his southern accent started to show when he got sleepy and you could easily hear it in his I's witch sounded more like Ahh's. The blond looked down at the scowling boy and smiled. "How's the weather down there?"

"Vaffanculo," Nico hissed glaring up to meet wills dazzling blue eyes and playful smile. Nico's scowl didn't leave his face but it was joined by heat creeping up his neck and stinging his ears. smettila di essere così carino. It had been years and Nico stilled flushed around Wills's warm smile, gentle eyes soft golden hair, and strong but gentle nature.

"Come here Neeks," Will opened up his arms which were now covered with the blanket. the moonlight showed through the still open window in the cabin lighting up wills hair with a majestic glow. Will's intricate sun tattoo pocked out from the corner of his loose gray tank top. Nico could clearly see the growing muscle that he had started to acquire within the last months because of his vigorous training with Nico and the other campers.

"Don't call me Neeks," Nico muttered as he hauled himself up to stand in front of Will glaring down at him. Will only cocked his head to the side like a puppy holding his arms open for his boyfriend to crawl back into. Nico crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend. Will sighed and shook his head at Nico's childish soberness

"I'm sorry for pushing you off," Will tried his best to not start laughing at the usually intimidating son of Hades. Though he now looked like a toddler who was told that he couldn't get a lollipop when next to him was a cart full of other sweets. Nico and his eyes but ultimately gave up and climbed into his boyfriend's lap.

"I'm only doing this because I'm cold," Nico grumbled as Will wrapped tan formed his arms around the Italian's small body.

"uh-huh," Will said nodding and placing his head in the crook of his boyfriend's neck and placed his child on his shoulder. Nico sat still trying to stay angry but the anger had faded away within minutes. He was surrounded by warmth and Wills sunny scent. Nico had no idea how someone could smell like warmth and comfort but the son of Apollo somehow pulled it off. The two boys turned their attention back to the TV which was now playing some random horror movie that was part of the 'watch next' options.

Nico's attention was broken when Will started placing soft kisses along his neck and working up towards his jaw bone. Nico shifted himself in his boyfriend's lap and caught his lips in a gentle kiss. Will brought his hand up to cup the paler boys cheek as he pulled him closer then pulled back to gaze lovingly into Nico's sleepy dark brown eyes. Nico pulled Will back against his chest moving his dried cracked lips against Wills soft pink ones letting. Nico was now sitting in Wills facing the blond, his legs were wrapped loosely around the son of Apollo. Will let out a small gasp as Nico threaded his hand through Wills silky locks and tugged slightly on the soft liquid gold strands. Nico then let out an uncountable yawn causing Will to giggle and pepper kisses across the boy's face witch was now a faint pink.

"We should get some sleep love," Will placed a soft kiss on Nico's cheek. Then looked back up to meet Nico's loving sleepy-eyed look. Will reached to the ground grabbing the remote to shut of the TV glad that the horror movie was now off and he had Nico to keep away the creepy crawlies.

"mmk," Nico mumbled sleepily. The boy's accents slipped out causing them both to blush at the sound. Nico flopped down on Wills's chest as the taller boy wrapped his arms around the boy and lowered them both onto the small bottom bunk in the now dark Hades cabin. Nico curled into the blond as he listened to Will's breathing slow down and level out. At that moment he remembered what Akhlys, had told him. That he was perfect and that she couldn’t add any more misery to him. The memories from Tartarus would never truly go away but he had Will. He had his Solace.

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zyettemoon1800 · 4 years

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Wamuu x chubby reader lemon*Perfect*

For a new friend, @stupid-ego-boi2 here you go!

You groaned as you threw another outfit on the carpet. You have been going through clothes for what seemed like hours and nothing looked good on you. Your clothes were either too tight or to loose which drove you crazy. Most pants were too tight on your legs and butt leaving you unable to been over without ripping your pants and some of your favorite shirts were too tight on your boobs which had drawn too much unwanted attention making you very uncomfortable and self-conscious. You don’t have many friend because you are kinda a introvert and you don’t like going to many places. Today was different, today you wanted to go to the movies to see a new horror movie with your brother but he turned you down to go with his girlfriend (asshole). So instead of just going to the movies by yourself, you decided to go to a coffee shop near by, by the next outfit you tried on did nothing.

You threw the clothes angrily across the room not knowing that a certain pillar men was watching you from the doorway. “Why are you throwing clothes little one?” He asked as he picked up the mountain of clothes you had scattered across the floor and put them near a corner. “Wamuu can I start working at with you?” You asked making him raise him raise his eyebrow.

“Why,all of a certain?” He asked

You looked down at yourself and poked your stomach. “I need to lose some weight.” He sighed as he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your soft waist. “Is this about your clothes again? I can always get you some that fit.” he said looking do at your figure.

He never understood why were so hard on yourself. He always praised your body and soft and smooth you are. You are always a goddess in his eyes.

“N-no Wamuu, I need to lose some weight, I’m fat enough.” You said looking down ashamed of yourself.

“I’ve seen some fat humans in my time and your are far from it. Yes you have more skin than some girls in this era, but more skin means I can love you more,” He said kissing your forehead. “I can kiss you more,” He said picking you up and dropping you on the bed and climbing on top of you. “ And the more I can please my goddess til she’s shaking.” He whispered in your ear because kissing your neck.

“Wamuu what are you doing?” You shuddered as he worked you out of your bra, the cool air hardening your nipples. “I’m making sure you understand that you are perfect.” He said as he tweaked your nipples as he kissed your plumped lips. As you worked you hands to his pants, he took both of your hands and put them above your head. “I’m pleasuring you. Not the other way around.” He said as he held both of your wrist with one hand as he slid your panties down. “W-wamuu... you don’t need-ahhh!” Your sentence was interrupted by Wamuu rubbing your clit as he looked straight into your eyes watching your reaction, making sure your comfortable.

“Let me pleasure you my goddess.” He said as he kissed you down your neck right to your already soaking center. He kissed your clit before he through your legs over his shoulder as he started to suck on clit fiercely. You squeezed your thighs around his neck as the pleasure was starting to build. Having your thighs wrapped around his neck forcing him closer to your intoxicating scent was heaven to him.He loved the way you squeeze your soft thighs around him pulling him closer into your soaking pussy making him lap up more of your juices . “Ahhhh...s-o good.” You moaned as you arched your back from the bed filling the pit in your stomach ready to explode,but before you could have your blissful end he pulled away from you. You whined as you tried to grind yourself against his mouth, but he lifted his head (to the best of his ability) away from you. “I know you’re eager, but be patient little one.” He said as he pushed a finger into you making you throw your head back as you struggled against his grip on your wrist as. He pulled his finger back slowly before ramming it back in. The pleasure was too intense for you. You could barely keep your breath as he fingered you faster. “Please Wamuu...I need to cum please.” You begged as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax. He smirked as he put another finger into you making you cum hard on his fingers. He pulled his two glistening fingers out of you.

“ You came so hard kitten. And so much.” He said as he licked his two fingers clean making you blush. He released his grip he had on your wrists and removed your legs from his shoulders. Before he could process it you jumped on him, making him fall back on the bed with you on top of him. He looked at you in shocked as you smirked down at him. “You said you wanted to pleasure me right? Well, your goddess still needs to be pleasure Wamuu.” You undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Even though you both have done this many times already, his size still surprises you. Wamuu picked you up and a lined you with his dick. “As you wish my goddess.” He slowly lowered you on his cock, his size already touching your cervix. You placed your hands on his chest as you started to grind on him. “ You never cease to amaze me. No one has ever taken me fully. You were made for me.” He said as he put his hands on your hips bringing you up slowly before slamming you down on him. “You are beautiful my goddess.” He complimented you as he brought you back down on his cock making you throw your head back moaning.

“You’re t-too big!” You moaned trying to match his speed but of course it was no match.

He smirked looking at your bouncing figure, “And you love it.” He sat up with you still in his lap and started to ram you down to his hilt. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you moaned into his chest. He held you closer to his chest as he continue to pound into you. “Your body is soft. Like a soft kitten.” He said as he held your hips tighter quickly reaching is end. You were unable to respond to him as the pleasure you were getting was too intense.

You clawed his neck and shoulders as your eyes rolled back. Finally your climax reached you followed by Wamuu who groaned into your ear as his ropes of cum filled you to the brim and then some. You felt your stomach harden a little bit with all of Wammu’s cum. He slowly lifted you off of his cock making some of his cum leaking out of you onto your inner thigh. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he started to walk to the bathroom to clean you both up. “Do you believe your body is beautiful now or do we have to go again?” He asked as he sat you the stone seat near the tub as he started to fix the bath water.

“I believe it!” You blushed not thinking you could go another round. He chuckled as he turned back to you and kissed you.”I love you, little one.” I smiled as I hugged him. “I love you too.

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jacks-jester · 4 years

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Mine.

[Jerome Valeska x Reader]

Words: 2,136

Warnings: Extreme aggression, someone gets the shit beat out of them, murder, toxic jealousy traits

Requested? Yes / No

Summary: After your childhood best friend and long time crush is broken out of Arkham alongside you, and a few other inmates, you have to adapt under Theos watchful eyes. What will happen when one of the female escapees becomes a little to close to Jerome for your comfort?

A/N~ Thank you for the request! Anon I’m definitely am willing to write smut for Jerome, I’ll just need a bit of time to sort it out since I haven’t dabbled in smut quite yet. I’ll definitely keep that other request in mind though!

Autumn leaves, the type that crunch underneath your feet in the most satisfying way, their fiery colors blinding your vision yet so beautiful you can’t look away. Thats what always came to mind when you thought of your best friend Jerome Valeska - the spunky, albeit a bit psychotic, ginger, carnie kid. You and Jerome had both grown up traveling with Haly’s Circus, the two of you becoming friends the moment you met each other. Your parents were acrobats, you and your mother specializing in Lyra aerial work. You and Jerome could always be found causing mischief around the carnival grounds: loosening a few safety net ropes, loosening the board for the knife throwers Wheel of Death, sharpening the sword swallowers knives a bit too sharp.

You were kids, and kids liked causing trouble, you and Jerome both craved attention. So often were your parents the center of attention, it was rare they’d pay you any mind at all aside from aerial practice. You hated your parents, maybe the hatred was undeserved but nobody could deny that they were neglectful to say the least. Jerome on the other hand, he had every right to be livid with his mother. She was a whore, a drunk, and abused Jerome to no end, even letting her brother get it on the action occasionally - Jerome's uncle preferring scalding soups and oils to the hitting Lila normally took up when harming Jerome. You and Jerome never separated form each other, always there for each other through thick and thin.

When news broke of Jerome's arrest, you went totally, and completely ape shit, blinded with rage at the fact Lila and several others could get away with abusing Jerome and yet Jerome, when he defended himself, was arrested and charged. It was in that moment you decided you were without a doubt going to burn this corrupt, and wretched city to the ground one day, no matter the cost. You later on got apprehended after word broke that you assisted Jerome in hiding the body and were planning on helping him dispose of it. You didn’t know he was going to do it, but when you found out what took place you were anything but mad, instantly assisting Jerome in the clean up. Apparently conspiring to hide a murder and sticking up for a “madman” gave you a one way ticket to Arkham Asylum in this city.

You and Jerome hadn’t been locked up for long when the break out happened, blue gas being the last thing you remember from the asylum. You and seven other inmates were broken out that day, though only seven of you made it through Theos “orientation”, if you could even call it that. Jerome and you had adapted the quickest out of the group, the two of you bouncing off the walls at the newly found freedoms Theo had given to you. Overall you didn’t mind the other inmates, aside from one of them, she was the only other inmate you and Jerome's age. Her real name was Dixie Smith, about as bland as you can get, she gave herself the nickname of Trix however.

Imagine the most arrogant and obnoxious person you could imagine, the obsessive and clingy type, like a leech that just continued to fester and thrive off your energy until you were nothing but a sorry shell of the person you once were. That was Dixie, you called her Dixie purposefully to get on her nerves, Jerome even joining your petty little game of annoying the annoyer. Dixie was in Arkham for the murder of her tutor, apparently she’d gotten fed up with her math work and stabbed the teacher with her compass needle. She was a stuck up, rich, daddy's girl who was supposed to spend a two weeks in Arkham with the help of Daddy's money. She was just in these for a rebellious spurt, wanting to prove she wasn’t like every other millionaires daughter apparently. You couldn’t stand her.

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It was the day of the Maniax media debut, Jerome painting the teams name on the outfits of a few shipyard employees and tossing them off I roof. The images on the news were incredible, the police were all over the case but weren’t getting anywhere near the team. Only four of the members went out to finish the media stunt, Jerome being among those four. You and the to other girls stayed at Theos instead, Dixie whining continuously the entire time the group of boys were gone. She kept going on about how she missed ‘Her Jerome’, though she was sorely mistaken if she believed that to be true.

It was a few hours before they returned, having to be careful to escape any stray police officers. Jerome as always was grinning like, well... like a maniac when he came back, instantly taking a seat at the head of the large dining table, his legs and arms sprawled in a relaxed posture. You were about to approach him with some clever quip when you were shoved out of the way by a hyperactive cockroach of a girl, Dixie immediately making her way over to Jerome and plopping herself down in his lap, her arms wrapping over his shoulders.

You could feel you blood boiling as she sweet talking to him, though you were disappointed he wasn’t shoving her off or at least detesting her actions. However, what caused you to snap wasn’t Dixie, oh no, it was Jerome. Rather than continuing your inside joke of calling Dixie by her name, he said something that made you wish he’d just said he nickname. “Long time no see Trixie. Miss me much dollface?” You could feel your vision go green with jealousy as you entered autopilot, your body moving on its own accord. You stormed over to where they were sitting, your hand gripping Dixies obnoxious braid and roughly pulling her off Jerome and to the ground.

Jerome didn’t move, his lips only quirking into a smirk as he watched the scene unfold before him, amusement sparkling in his intense gaze. Dixie shouted in surprise, a yelp of pain emitting from her mouth as her hair was tugged on. “What the fuck was that for you fucking bitch?!” Dixie looked at you with rage in her eyes, outraged at the thought someone would dare lay a hand on her. You shrugged, glaring her down, “Is the princess hurt? Daddy isn’t gunna buy you out of this one ‘dollface’.” You spit the pet name out with venom and disgust, as if it were poison on your tongue. “Next time think a second before touching things that aren’t yours, that must be hard for you though.”

Dixies eyes made eye contact with y/n, embarrassment and frustration clear within them. “Bite me.” Y/n only chuckled in response, “Is that all you’ve got princess?” Dixie let out a scream of annoyance, flipping out a concealed blade and holding it out to y/n in a threatening matter. “Try me.” Y/n looked Dixie up and down for a moment before impishly grinning, “Alright.” Without a moments hesitation, y/n darted towards Dixie, carefully dodging each unplanned swing the cockroach made. Dixies skills with weapons were honestly laughable, devastatingly uncoordinated in comparison to the carnie knife throwers y/n had grown up around. Y/n ducked as Dixie swung wildly at her, y/n bringing their leg out which caused Dixie to tumble to the ground, the obnoxious girls knife gliding across the floor and away from her.

Y/n quickly found herself perched atop Dixie, straddling the smaller girls waist as she began laying blow after blow on the tanned girls skin. Welts almost instantly formed as y/n layed it on her, blood seeping out of Dixies clearly broken nose and busted lip. The girl underneath y/n was now screaming and sobbing at this point as her face became nearly unrecognizable. Only with Theo stepping in did y/n climb off of Dixie, stepping to stand beside Theo as the beat up girl tried to stand trying to run off without a word. Y/n decided to have one last jab as the girls back was turned, attempting to retreat to her room. Y/n leant down and picked up Dixies discarded knife, “You forgot something princess.” With that y/n put her knife throwing practice to use, the knife quickly flying across the room and embedding itself in Dixies side.

Y/n watched as Theo let out a small hum of amusement as Dixie collapsed on the staircase. Theo slowly made his was over to Dixie, quickly picking up on the fact she was still conscious. “My apologies Ms. Morgan but you’ve confirmed me and Tabitha's fears, you’re not cut out to be a part of our... operation. And you know to much which unfortunately leaves us with only one choice.” Without so much as another word, the delirious and sobbing girl was dragged out of the room by Tabitha. Greenwood began capping slowly from the opposite side of the room, “Nice work, I call dibs on her when Tabitha's done. Its been a while since I’ve had fresh meat, pork hasn’t been up to par lately.” Despite the joking tone of Greenwoods words, you knew he was serious and cringed a bit.

Your eyes flick to Jerome for a moment before looking away, instead opting to go to your room. You were only stopped a way down the hall, familiar arms wrapping around your waist from behind and spinning you around. “Gunna just ignore me after I was gone all day?” Y/n turned and glared lightly before continuing their walk, Jerome catching up to walk alongside you. “Ahhh.. the silent treatment, I only know one cure for that.” Without another word, Jerome flipped you around to face him, his lips immediately clashing against yours. It wasn't the first time you and Jerome had kissed, just in the past it was teenage curiosity induced by stolen alcohol or simply out of boredom. The way his lips moved passionately against yours, his teeth gently nipping out your bottom lip was different than the innocent kisses from before.

You pulled away slowly, your e/c eyes meeting his dark brown, nearly ebony eyes. You caught your breath, both from the kiss and the intensity in which he was now staring at you with. His signature smirk decorated his face as he looked down at you, “ That was quite a show you put on out there doll.” You and Jerome always had a strange friendship, walking a fine line between best friends and romantic. He had always called you doll or dollface, knowing it flustered you, which you supposed is why you had snapped when you heard him mutter the pet name to Dixie. You didn’t respond, only turned away in annoyance and embarrassment.

His fingers found their way under your chin, guiding you to turn and look at him. “I like when you're possessive, you always have this fire burning behind your eyes when you get mad. What's was it you said to Dixie?” Jerome feigned mock confusion and thoughtfulness for a second to annoy you. He clicked his tongue as it ‘came to him’, “Think a second before touching things that aren’t yours’ wasn’t that it?” You glared up at him as he continued jesting at you, his eyes aflame with mischievous amusement. You rolled your eyes lightly, only reconnecting with his when he spoke up again. “Doesn’t sound to bad does it? We could probably be the most badass, freakish power couple there ever was. I can see it in the headlines now: J and Dollface: Homicidal maniacs murder thousands.” You knew he was joking around but couldn't help the butterflies that fluttered around your stomach at the implication of you two being an item.

You let out a soft sigh and looked away, your arms crossed across your chest, “Don’t joke about that stuff J.” He quirked an eyebrow at you before his smirk returned, “What if it weren’t a joke, then what dollface? I only messed with here to get a rise out of you, get your attention.” You looked at him with confusion, trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. “What do you say dollface?” You didn't say anything, instead opting to pull him into another deep kiss, his hand immediately finding your waist. It seemed like you were kissing for an eternity before you pulled away, your foreheads pressed against each other, your lips staying only a few inches part. Jerome squeezed your waist lightly, pulling you flush against him. You flushed lightly as his next word came out a low, raspy growl, “Mine.”

You couldn’t help the smile that quickly made its way to your face, only replying with one word in return, “Mine.”

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[I’m gunna try to time my rights from now on.]

Time: 1 hour, 33 minutes

Not grammar reviewed yet so apologies for any typos.

#jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #gotham #cameron monaghan #gotham one shot

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secretkeeper13 · 4 years

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Nerves

This little bit of fluff was inspired by the illustrations of the Quidditch team uniforms in the new Quidditch Through the Ages. The Harpies uniforms had really short skirts, and I couldn’t help imagining what Harry would think of Ginny wearing it. Thank you to the always kind @thedistantdusk for reading it through for me and giving me the confidence to post. Some slightly NSFW moments below the break, but its a fade to black, so nothing explicit.

Also on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27047911

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, Harry’s favorite time of the week. He sat on the new leather sofa in the sitting room at Grimmauld Place, listening to Lee Jordan’s show on the wireless and sipping a bottle of Butterbeer. His arm rested on the back of the sofa around Ginny, who was curled up into his side, reading the paper.

Harry was content to laze about for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe he and Ginny would go out to dinner later. Ron and Hermione had gone over to her parents for lunch, so the house was still and quiet. In fact, Harry thought, Ginny was unusually quiet. He missed her usual chatter and commentary on the articles in the Prophet.

A light tapping sounded from the front window and interrupted his thoughts. A tawny owl clutching a large parcel wrapped in brown paper sat on the sill.

Harry rose, opened the window, and took the package from the owl. The gold and green seal of the Holyhead Harpies was embossed on the wrapping.

“It’s for you, Gin,” he said, handing her the parcel.

She smiled as she took it. “Oh, it’s probably my kit. I had my fitting the other day. They said they’d be sending it home for me to try on once they’d finished.”

“I can’t believe the opener is going to be next week already,” said Harry.

“Me either, although training camp this summer felt like it took ages.”

She tore open the paper wrapping to reveal folded fabric in dark green.

“I’ll take it upstairs to change,” she said, rising from the couch.

“You can change in here, I won’t mind,” Harry grinned, lifting an eyebrow at her.

She laughed. “I’m sure you wouldn’t, but my boots are upstairs. And I want the full effect,” she said tossing her long hair loftily over her shoulder.

She picked up the still-folded uniform and walked towards the stairs. Harry stood and followed her.

“You’re coming up?” Ginny asked, a hint of a surprise evident in her tone.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to miss you in your kit for the first time,” Harry smiled.

Ginny looked pleased, and her cheeks flushed slightly at his words.

“And I want the full effect,” Harry teased, climbing the stairs behind her, “boots and all.”

As Harry climbed the stairs, his eyes were drawn to the swell of her bum. Ginny had a fantastic arse. The first time he saw her naked, the two dimples above her arse had practically ended the evening for him before he’d even taken off his pants.

When they reached the first floor landing and entered their bedroom, Ginny grabbed her boots and headed towards the en suite to change.

Harry raised his eyebrows at her. Ginny wasn’t modest. In fact, she was one of the least self-conscious people he knew.

She saw his look and chuckled. “Well, if you’re going to all the trouble to come up here, the least I can do is give you a proper reveal,” she said, and winked at him as she closed the door.

Harry sat on the bed, on top of the white duvet, smiling to himself as he thought of the upcoming season opener. He couldn’t wait to watch Ginny play in a professional match. Not to mention after the match. Ginny’s post-Quidditch euphoria had already led to some of their best shags, and that had only been after practice sessions.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Ginny’s voice sounded from behind the door and broke the silence, interrupting Harry’s (increasingly dirty) thoughts.

“Everything all right?” Harry called.

“I can’t believe this bloody skirt.”

“Hard to tell what’s wrong with it from behind a closed door,” Harry called back, wondering what the issue was.

The door to the ensuite suddenly opened, and when Harry saw her, any coherent thoughts he had were gone. Ginny stood in the doorway, anger flashing in her eyes, red hair swept out of her face, wearing a sleeveless, dark green kit emblazoned with a bright gold talon in the center. The neckline, trimmed in gold, cut in a v-shape down towards Ginny’s cleavage. Another band of gold trim snaked around her small waist, forming a v-shape at the center that pointed down towards the shortest, tightest skirt Harry had ever seen Ginny wear (outside of in the bedroom). A green and gold cape attached to the back of the waist, the hem of which skimmed the back of her calves. The dark green mini skirt stopped well above mid-thigh, revealing almost all of Ginny’s toned legs in the front.

He felt himself growing hard at the sight of her. She was always gorgeous, but she looked undeniably sexy in the kit. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to take her against the wall and snog her right then and there. But he could tell she was upset.

“How the fuck am I meant to play Quidditch in this?” Ginny asked, her eyes narrowed, her tone annoyed, bordering on outright anger. “It barely covers my bits.”

Harry’s eyes followed as her hand motioned to the skirt and down her legs. He tried not to think of the expanse of creamy skin in front of him, and what the skirt was barely covering.

Harry swallowed. He wanted to try to make her feel better about it. He always wanted to try to make things better for her.

“You look fantastic. I know it’s different from the uniforms at Hogwarts, but I’m sure you’ll get used to it in time.”

“It’s ridiculous that we have to play in skirts,” Ginny spat disdainfully. “I told Gwenog as much during the fitting. But it’s ‘Harpies’ tradition.’” She snorted. “I’m sure the skirt tradition has got nothing to do with it helping ticket sales to have our arses hanging out.”

Harry thought of Ginny, straddling a broomstick, wearing the kit. He desperately needed a trouser adjustment. But he tried to push his randy thoughts away to offer reassurance.

“Well, the cape covers your bum, at least, if you’re worried about that,” he offered.

Ginny scoffed and rolled her eyes at his feeble attempt. “The cape isn’t going to lie flat when I’m flying around at top speed, Harry,” she retorted, and there was a bite to her tone instead of her usual teasing humor.

He was unable to help himself from imagining Ginny, bent low over her broom, the cape flapping behind her, her rounded, pert arse sticking up in the tiny skirt. He had to bite back a moan.

Ginny exhaled loudly and swept a hand through her hair. Her eyes were shinier than usual, almost as if she were holding back tears. Harry tried not to focus on the contrast of her silky, coppery hair next to the dark green of the uniform. It really wasn’t like Ginny to get so worked up over something like this.

He stepped off the bed, and walked over to her, pulling her to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and he rested his chin on the top of her head.

“What’s really bothering you?” He asked softly, as he gently stroked her back. “You’re the most confident person I know. Something like this wouldn’t normally upset you this much.”

She sighed and looked up at him. The little line that appeared on her forehead when she was worried was there, and there was a look of concern in her warm, brown eyes.

“I know it’s silly. I never care about idiotic rumors in the press, but... they’re already implying that I only made first team because I’m Harry Potter’s girlfriend. I just want to prove I’m there on my own merit, you know? And if I’m worrying about flashing my arse to everyone instead of scoring goals, I know my game will be off.”

Harry felt guilt welling up inside him. He knew all the extra rubbish that she had to deal with because she was in a relationship with him. He knew that since she left Hogwarts, she’d been hounded by the press, faced prying stares from strangers, and been the subject of not-so-quietly-whispered gossip. And he hated it.

As if she read his thoughts, Ginny pulled back slightly, reached up, and gently placed her palm against his cheek. “None of that is your fault though, love.”

She paused, biting her lip, and dropped her hand to rest on his chest. Harry could tell she was on the verge of sharing something, so he waited.

“I’m just really nervous about the first match,” she said, her words tumbling out in a rush. “I want to perform well, and I’m scared that I won’t.”

“Hey,” he said, as he stroked a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear, looking into her eyes, “Of course you’re nervous. You’d be barmy if you weren’t feeling a bit anxious about it, yeah? But you’re a brilliant player, Gin. You had offers from lots of teams. Gwenog was really pleased with you during training camp.”

She nodded, and he could see her face start to visibly relax.

“You’re going to be great,” he said firmly. “And I can’t wait to watch you play,” he added.

At this, Ginny lips quirked up into a grin. “I know you can’t wait to watch. I saw your face when I opened the door earlier, you know.”

Harry laughed. “Was I that obvious?”

“Yes. Your eyes get this glazed look,” Ginny grinned, as she did a far too accurate impersonation of him.

Harry pulled her closer until she was pressed up against him. “Well, I can’t help it,” he murmured low into her ear, his lips grazing her neck. “You look,” he kissed her neck, “incredibly,” he he moved his lips down to her pulse point, “sexy.”

At his last kiss, she inhaled sharply and let out a breathy little moan. He was hard (again), and he pressed himself against her, relishing the contact.

“It’s like all my sixth-year Quidditch fantasies came to life,” he continued murmuring as he kissed down to her collarbone. “I think I’ve held myself together very well, considering.”

“Considering what?” she deadpanned.

“Considering all I’ve been thinking about is what you’re wearing under the skirt.”

“Ahhh,” Ginny smirked, pulling back and running her hand lightly down Harry’s chest and stopping at his belt buckle. “Normally, we’ve got these little shorts for under.” Harry swallowed, the image of Ginny in tiny green shorts burning in his mind. She moved her hand across the waistband of his trousers nonchalantly. He groaned at her light touch. “But I didn’t bother with those today since I was just trying it on,” she finished, looking up at him with that blazing look.

At that, Harry lost any semblance of control. He pulled her closer, cupped her jaw, and then crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately as she pushed him backwards towards the bed.

What followed was perhaps the most intense shag they’d ever had. And that was saying something, Harry thought, as Ginny lay naked next to him, her head resting on his chest.

“You know,” Ginny said, as her hand traced lazy circles on his bicep, “I really don’t think the skirts on the others’ uniforms are that short.”

Harry glanced down at the discarded kit that now lay on the bedroom floor. He’d wanted her to keep it on, but the damn cape got in the way.

Ginny continued, “I had the poster of Gwenog on my wall for years, and her bits were more than barely covered.”

“Maybe they pinned the length up wrong at your fitting?”

“You may be right. I’ll have to talk to Martin in equipment,” Ginny said, and then she let out a horrified groan.

“What?”

“I should’ve known. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this earlier.”

Harry, who was still lost, looked at her quizzically.

“Well, Martin’s got a bit of a thing for me,” Ginny said, in a casual, matter-of-fact tone, as if she were discussing the weather, and not lying on his naked body, talking about another man fancying her.

Harry raised his eyebrows. His chest monster, which had laid dormant for a long time, suddenly perked its head up. “Erm, elaborate please?”

“Martin’s been the Harpies equipment manager for ages. I think he’s 80 years old. It’s his last season with us- he’s supposed to retire this year.”

Harry, who had already been envisioning Martin as a handsome and muscular bloke in his 20s, relaxed considerably.

“Anyways,” Ginny continued, still stroking Harry’s arm, “His wife passed away a couple years back, and he’s mentioned that she had red hair like mine, so I think he’s got a soft spot for me because of that. He’s always so sweet to me, and makes sure I’ve got the kind of gloves I like, things like that. During the fitting, he was going on about how he liked the old kits better because they ‘showed off the legs.’ I didn’t think anything of it at the time.”

“So, the eighty-year-old equipment manager had your uniform hemmed shorter because he’s got a thing for pretty redheads,” Harry said, laughing as he stroked Ginny’s hair.

“That about sums it up, I think,” Ginny said, smiling up at him.

“Martin’s a bit of a perv,” Harry said, though he couldn’t help but grin. “But I’m not complaining about the skirt.”

“I’ll tell him to add a few inches back on to the hem when I bring it back in tomorrow,” Ginny said, nuzzling into Harry.

“Be sure to send Martin my regards,” Harry smirked. “And tell him I look forward to meeting him at the opener.”

Ginny laughed, and Harry was relieved to see that any traces of her earlier anxiety were gone. He leaned down to kiss her, and as he rolled her on top of him, he set about showing her just how enthusiastic of a fan he would be.

#hinny #quidditch #fluff #sortofsmut #fade to black #harry potter fanfiction

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 3 years

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After Christmas With A-Yuan

I want to talk about New Years but when typing it up I realized I really wanted to talk about the day after Christmas too. So I split them up into two separate posts. So I’ll start with the 26th. I went to sleep holding 2 of my favorite people but woke up tragically alone. I could tell I’d been re-tucked into bed with care. I remember the feeling of someone shifting and A-Yuan mumbling and snuggling closer. The press of a kiss against my temple? But I may have been dreaming. All I know is that I woke up alone.

Well not entirely. As he often does, Lan Zhan had placed Suibian on the bed with me. She’s the one that woke me actually. She was snuffling up by my nose, her own twitching against mine as her fur tickled my skin.

“Mmm good morning” I mumbled at her, making her hop around quite excitedly once she realized that meant I was awake. I laughed and sat up carefully to make sure I wouldn’t squash her and beckoned her closer again.

“Do you know where my boys are?” I asked her once she was close enough to pick up. She twitched her nose at me and, of course, didn’t answer. So I told her we should go find them together. (Bunnies don’t usually like to be held from what I’ve experienced. They’ll tolerate it for a while but it makes them nervous. But Suibian never seems to mind so long as I’m the one holding her. Maybe it was because I kept picking her up as she was growing up ((Don’t wanna say when she was a baby because she still IS a baby.)) Oh… maybe she only tolerates it because she’s still so young? Oh I hope she doesn’t grow to fear it. D: I’ll have to make sure she feels extra secure because I love taking her around with me. Anyway. Tangent. You all know to expect it by now)

I swung my legs out of bed and padded out of the bedroom only to be hit by a wall of smells and the sound of kitchen stuff clinking together quietly. I closed the door as silently as I could when I heard A-Yuan giggling and what sounded like Lan Zhan gently shushing him. I poked my head out of the hall to take a peek and found Lan Zhan was very carefully handing A-Yuan a tray of food that was clearly meant for me. A-Yuan had almost taken it when he looked up and saw me. He yelped and shoved the tray back at Lan Zhan, who managed to keep 99% of it from spilling, and rushed at me.

“No Xian-Gege! You’re supposed to be sleeping!!” he said, clearly frustrated that his plans had been ruined. I laughed as he started to physically turn me around and push me back to the bedroom.

“Oh? But what if I’m not tired anymore?” I asked just to be difficult, resisting him just enough to make him put some effort. The boy went to a nearly 45 degree angle trying to shove me forward. I glanced back to smile at Lan Zhan who had set the tray to rights. He smiled back and I decided to stop teasing A-Yuan who had started to whine a little.

“Alright! I’m going! I’m going!” I said. I heard A-Yuan telling Lan Zhan to wait a moment before he ushered me back into bed. I set Suibian down on the floor to hop where she wanted (the squirming and teasing was a bit too much excitement for even her, though she didn’t try to escape until she was a safe space from the floor. I trusted Lan Zhan would plop her back in with Bichen which he did so it worked out) and climbed into bed obediently. A-Yuan climbed on next to me so he could kiss my cheek and tuck me in before scurrying off with the order for me not to move.

Another moment and Lan Zhan and A-Yuan were back in my line of sight, A-Yuan carefully carrying the rather over-laden tray over to me only for Lan Zhan to help place it as I sat up again.

“Good morning, Xian-Gege!” A-Yuan chirped as if he hadn’t just reprimanded me into diving back under the covers. I decided to play my role correctly, which wasn’t too hard because I was honestly feeling very warm by the exchange.

“Oh! What’s this? Breakfast in bed??? For meeee????”

Okay the look on A-Yuan’s face told me I was over-selling it so I just grinned at him and laughed, opening my arms for a careful hug. I let him go and started to ask if the two of them were planning to join me only to find Lan Zhan had left and was now returning while holding two more trays of food.

Not nice to flex on a 7 year old, Lan Zhan. Come on now. XD

It took a bit of maneuvering and there were a few very near calls but we managed to get all three of us in bed with the trays of steaming food over our laps.

Blueberry pancakes and eggs and sausage (for me and A-Yuan anyway), toast and hashbrowns. Complete with orange juice and a glass of water. Entirely too much food that was absolutely completely consumed to the last crumb.

It was… it was so domestic and.. Warm and… My chest aches with it even now. I want that. I want that forever. It felt like the three of us were a real family! And.. and after what A-Yuan said at his birthday party… Okay that’s for later. We’re doing this in order!

As we worked through the mountain of food I suddenly realized-- When had Lan Zhan gotten a third tray? It was possible that he’d had it but only ever pulled out 2 before but this one didn’t match the others. The tray that was given to A-Yuan was a bit smaller (which was good because we were PUSHIN it with the trays on the bed) and covered in little bunny prints. I tapped on A-Yuan’s tray and asked Lan Zhan when he’d bought it. He replied that he had picked it up this morning since he was out anyway.

“You… went out already? And came back? And cooked breakfast???” I asked, somehow still surprised even though I KNOW very well by now that he wakes up at the ass crack of dawn.

He just nodded and smiled at me. “I had to get a few things and I didn’t want to disturb you two.”

I flopped back on the bed with a whine, rambling about how they were spoiling me so rotten and how we should be pampering HIM instead because he’s already gotten so much done that morning and must be tired and blah blah blah. I don’t listen to myself most of the time so I can’t tell you all what I said but you get the jist.

Lan Zhan smiled. I mean. I know he did even though my arm was dramatically over my eyes. I could feel it in his ‘mn.’

“Don’t laugh at meeeeee,” I whined which just made him more amused. A-Yuan patted my knee consolingly and told me I should finish eating before my pancakes got soggy.

A brilliant lad. Top of his class. Couldn’t be prouder if he was my own son.

Ahhh dreams.

Gotta work on one dream at a time. Not gonna compound it right now.

Once we had finished our feast, I insisted on carrying the trays back to the kitchen and cleaning up since they’d gone through all the work making and delivering breakfast. Lan Zhan got a… complicated look on his face at that and I know where his mind was going. I softened and gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. I hadn’t forgotten our talk from the other day. I wasn’t going to go overboard. He seemed to understand because he relaxed and nodded at me.

I only did a basic clean up for the time being, promising to take care of the rest of it later. I think that reassured him further.

Not gonna lie, part of me really really wanted to reach for the bottle of cleaner again. My fingers twitched a bit but I resisted. I left a bit of mess and went to sit with my boys in the living room.

Knowing and doing are two different things. And that was admittedly harder than it should have been. But the way Lan Zhan looked at me…. Suddenly it was the easiest thing in the world.

The three of us digested while watching something ‘family oriented’ on TV which just gave me MORE feels to be shelved for now. It ended up with Lan Zhan shuffling closer to me while A-Yuan somehow draped himself across both our laps. I saw Lan Zhan stroking A-Yuan’s hair out of the corner of my eye and it just melted my heart further.

After a couple episodes of… whatever we were watching (A-Yuan apparently had been watching this for a while and wanted to keep going so we indulged him. But I have NO idea what the hell it was)

The moment… it was honestly perfect. It had even started to snow outside. I could see the big fat flakes floating lazily down to earth from the large window. I don’t know what we were watching but it wasn’t too obnoxious. I felt Lan Zhan slide his arm around me as he kept petting A-Yuan. The two of them looked about as content as I was. Warm and close and comfortable.

I.. I really want that moment to be my life. That forever. That is paradise.

But then, as all good things are wont to do, the moment ended. But it wasn’t a sad ending. It was a new beginning.

A-Yuan had shifted after his show had ended and looked up at Lan Zhan, asking if it was time yet. I had no idea what he was talking about but Lan Zhan seemed to consider. He looked at his watch, then nodded with a hum. Apparently this was the correct response because A-Yuan whooped and basically just RAN to the kitchen.

I looked at Lan Zhan, completely confused, but instead of answering my silent question he just smiled and offered his hand to me. Never one to miss THAT opportunity, I took that offered hand and let him lead me to the kitchen where A-Yuan was pulling out… cookie cutters?

“We have to make the batter, first,” he reminded A-Yuan, making the boy pout a bit. “But you can mix the dough” was enough to get him back into his chipper spirits.

“Batter…?? Are we making.. Christmas cookies? A bit late for that, isn’t it?”

“Never too late!!” A-Yuan protested. And who am I to argue against that?

“There was a rather good sale on the cutters when I was out so I thought perhaps A-Yuan would enjoy it.”

“You thought right!” A-Yuan chirped happily before asking what ingredients we needed.

I helped gather the ingredients. Various white powders, eggs, butter, vanilla and so on. With my hands in the rather sorry state they were still in I let them handle putting everything together and mixing it up (safer that way anyway. Even with this, part of me wanted to add a bit of spice to the mix. Sweet and spicy go well together! And I think it’d make an interesting cookie! Maybe I’ll try that on my own some time) but I got to roll it out for cutting.

And then I discovered that when Lan Zhan saw there was a sale on cookie cutters he had apparently decided to buy one of each. There were tons! Even some repeats because of buying some bulk packages of them as well. But that’s okay! Can never have too many snowmen!

Cutting out the shapes was so much fun! We let A-Yuan pick out most of them but even so. I stepped back and let Lan Zhan put them in the oven though. I’m.. getting better but hot stuff still makes me nervous sometimes.

Actually it’s really frustrating! It wasn’t even the kitchen where the explosion happened! It was my bed area. They’d intended to get me in my sleep. It really really was only luck that my explosion went off after a delay. It was probably supposed to go off at the same time as the other one and if it had…

I think Lan Zhan noticed my thoughts starting to spiral again because suddenly he was in front of me. He brushed my cheek with his thumb, either wiping off some flour or putting some on. He gently guided me to look at him and smiled even more softly at me. “I’m here,” he said, his voice low and careful. I smiled back and covered his hand with mine.

“Are you okay, Xian-Gege?” asked my suddenly acquired new ankle weight. I must have looked quite bad because apparently A-Yuan noticed too and latched himself to my leg. He doesn’t do that as much as he used to when he was little (though being with A-Ling seems to bring that out in him again). I reached down to pat his head and smile at him too.

“I’m fine,” I promised to him, then again to Lan Zhan when I saw him still looking at me. “I promise.”

And I was. The moment had passed as quickly as it had come and suddenly I found I really was okay. I hugged them both and thanked them before asking what we wanted to do while the first batch cooked.

Lan Zhan pointed out they would only be in the oven for a few minutes which surprised me. I always forget how fast they cook. Blame it on making them SO rarely. And that I don’t cook may be another factor. Hah. Ah well.

We stood around and chatted while we waited and before I knew it the timer dinged and Lan Zhan was switching them out for the next batch. I don’t know if A-Yuan or me was more impatient for those cookies to cool, but Lan Zhan said that the frosting would just melt off if we didn’t wait for them to be at least room temperature.

I pointed out that maybe I wanted a melty snowman he didn’t know. But he gave me a look so I sat on the bar-stool I’d pulled up and pouted sulkily. A-yuan climbed up onto his own stool and sulked with me. Lan Zhan was pointedly NOT looking at us which made it really hard to hold the pout for wanting to giggle instead. A-Yuan and I shared a look and we both almost broke, but I managed to just re-exaggerate my pout and he copied my expression.

I had just started to implement an old, tried and true method of mine of making a quiet whine noise that very slowly increases in volume when Lan Zhan finally declared that we could decorate them now. With many whoops and hoorays A-Yuan and I set to our task (A-Yuan still on his stool so he could have easier access to the counter. He’s already 7 but still a bit small for his age if I’m honest.)

The two of us decorated our little hearts out while Lan Zhan stayed in charge of swapping out the cookies in the oven. Eventually, though, he ran out of cookies to cook so I tried my luck at getting him to join us in the decorating.

He seemed rather reluctant but I’m nothing if not persistent. “Come oooooon, please? I wanna eat a cookie that Lan Zhan made!!”

I think that’s what finally convinced him. I’ve noticed, and I do TRY not to take advantage of this too often, but… well he never denies me anything. Like… ever. Not unless he has a really really good reason. I don’t know if it’s because I’m really good at pouting or if he really just loves to spoil me that much? Maybe both? I mean…. Okay I’m… Since New Years especially I’ve been re-framing how I look at our relationship. And how he reacts to me and how we interact with each other.

I know I know. About time? Look, you can’t blame me for being careful. Okay? Just… ugh. Anyway….

Maybe it’s rose-tinted glasses. Maybe I’m reading way too far into things. Maybe I’m just wrong. But I hope… I hope I’m right. I hope that what I’m seeing is true. I hope…

But we’ll get into that later.

Lan Zhan helped decorate the rest of the cookies and it went…. About as well as his decorating back at the corn maze had. Bless his talented heart but arts and crafts are definitely a weakness for him. A weakness that is now snuggly coupled with his shit aim in my heart. The two ‘flaws’ that he has and they just endear him to me even more. How is that fair? Somehow him being bad at things just makes him even MORE perfect? That’s just not fair!

A-Yuan and I laughed at a particularly hideous angel cookie, but when A-Yuan asked if that angel was supposed to be ME I think we both died a little. (Lan Zhan did not confirm nor deny the identity of the angel cookie but at a glance it did seem to share my morning bed-head hair. And he gave it clothes that were rather dark and tattered as is my preference. But that could just be chalked up to lack of finesse with the piping. The grey sprinkles for eyes did add a bit of suspicion though.) I mentioned if it was supposed to be me they’d better snap off the wings which made Lan Zhan scowl at me and hold the cookie rather protectively. I laughed and promised I wouldn’t destroy his hard work and he reluctantly relaxed and went back to his careful decorating.

Sooner than I would have liked we ran out of cookies to decorate. Though I’m not sure where we’d put them if we had any more. They covered every flat surface in the kitchen while the frosting settled and dried. “Which ones do you want to take home?” Lan Zhan said after a while of gazing fondly at our kingdom of sugar soldiers. That… kinda made my heart sink. Right. Home. A-Yuan was gonna have to go back home. Which was not with us. Wen Ning was going to be picking him up soon.

Should I be concerned with how fast I got used to it? The three of us together in the play-acting of a little family? Probably.

A-Yuan hopped around the kitchen and considered carefully, picking out some of his favorites to give to the rest of the Wens. He asked me to give a sparkling snowflake to A-Ling which just made me melt.

Eventually we got all his selections all packed up in tupperware and ready to be taken away. But he came up to me with one last cookie in his hand. It was a christmas tree he’d spent so long carefully decorating. And honestly it was a masterpiece considering he’s all of 7 years old. He’d done his best to color in the star at the top with gold frosting and the branches with green. He’d placed strings of dot sprinkles in alternating colors as garland and shaped sprinkles for the ornaments. He’d even tried to put lines in the frosting at the bottom to make it look like tree bark, though that had melted together into a bit of an un-even lump. But still.

“I made this one for you, Xian-Gege,” he said with the brightest smile. He said that he was scared when he found out I was hurt but he was so glad that I was okay. He was saying something else but I cut him off when I hugged him so tight, careful not to crumble that precious cookie.

I still have it. I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. Eventually Lan Zhan and I sprayed it with stuff (per instructions seen on the internet) so that we could preserve it and keep it forever. I turned it into an ornament for a christmas tree. I wonder if we can have A-Yuan over next year. I wonder if he’d notice it.

I was… a bit emotional up until Wen Ning finally showed up to collect his nephew. There was another round of hugs where I told A-Yuan how much I love him and how proud of him I was and then he was gone.

And it was just me and Lan Zhan.

I sniffled a little and Lan Zhan carefully took my hand to comfort me. I smiled a watery smile at him before we both went about cleaning up. We nibbled on some of the more unfortunate looking cookies (which honestly weren’t ALL Lan Zhan’s since I had some failed experiments of my own to add to the ‘reject’ pile) and soon the kitchen was properly spotless. But it still smelled like the cookies, the scent of sugar and vanilla mixing with the sandalwood that usually dominated the home in a mix that was surprisingly pleasant.

Once we’d finished cleaning up, Lan Zhan took my hand again and led me to the living room to sit down. “Wait here a moment,” he said. He went off to the other room to get something. I listened to the soft sound of his footsteps and the rustling of paper. He sat next to me again and asked me for my hands. I offered them to him with a questioning stare that he ignored in favor of undoing the wrappings I’d put on earlier to help protect them while we made the cookies.

One at a time he slowly unwound the length of thin cloth until my poor raw knuckles were exposed.

I asked him what he was doing, but he only responded by pulling out a bottle of something. It was apparently some sort of ointment or lotion. Something soothing. He poured some into his own palm, rubbing his hands together to warm it up before he gently, oh so gently started to rub it into the skin on my hands. I stung for a moment, though he soothed it quickly by blowing on my hands with care. But after the initial contact the sting faded. It smelled so nice. A bit medicinal but definitely sandalwood.

Apparently that’s what he’d gone out for. That ointment/lotion/whatever it is. He’d seen how tender my hands were (of course he had) and wanted to give them extra care. He’d apparently had to go across town just to get it. The post-christmas shoppers were already out in full swing gobbling up sales and crowding the streets.

I… he hates crowds. When we shop we specifically try to go out when there are less people when we can manage it. And dealing with post-holiday crowds. I know for a fact that he’s done his best to avoid that his whole life. And going all the way into town just to get me some hand cream. Just.

My heart.

I can’t handle it.

Even after the cream had been rubbed in with so much care, he kept holding my hands. Rubbing and massaging the parts where the skin was intact and a little up my wrists.

Eventually he stopped but I held his hands before he could pull them away so that I could place a kiss in thanks on his knuckles. When I looked up again he was staring at me. So close. So soft. So….

I pulled back with a cough that probably did nothing to hide my flaming cheeks and he let me. Was it wishful thinking that made me think I saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes?

I thanked him for always taking such good care of me. He told me there was no need for thanks between us.

I smiled at him again and he smiled back. He smiles so much easier now than he used to. At least when it’s just us.

Does that mean that it’s because of me? Am I helping him smile? I hope so.

#wei wuxian #wen yuan #lan sizhui #lan wangji #mo dao zushi #Long Post #(Modern AU!)

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