#but now how about we give her sunglasses and say she's on holiday

[autumnalmess]

Les mis twitter: *sees that one illustration of Cosette* put that girl in a situation immediately

#ooh how about tennis cosette #but now how about we give her sunglasses and say she's on holiday #oooh so much fun lets make her eat Thanksgiving dinner even though shes A)french and B)at the point of the drawing too poor for a big meal #shut the fuck up les mis official social accounts #you done fucked up #les mis socials fucked up #les miserables #victor hugo #Cosette

[strawberrysainz]

supercut of us. max verstappen

“ you weren’t expecting him to join the holiday. so when he does . . . you’re not sure how to refrain yourself from both slapping him in the face or pulling him into bed with you. ”

max verstappen x fem!reader

a mini enemies to lovers “blurb” (it’s 1.5k words lol) for my max lovers.

a warning — slightly mature scene, profanity, alcohol consumption

3:36 P.M.

“My heart is pounding,” you admit, and your hand that absentmindedly clutches your moving chest allows you to let out a deep breath.

George chuckles. You’re both waiting for his girlfriend to come back from the bar with your cocktails - you for a drink, him so he can leave you two alone.

The bird that’s just made a grab at your bowl of snacks squawks from a metre away and you stare at it menacingly. Carmen comes back clutching two strawberry daiquiris, and George takes that as his cue to leave, hurriedly. You furrow your eyebrows. “What’s the man got to do at -” you check your watch -“three forty two pm on holiday?”

Carmen shrugs. “He had to get to the airport to pick people up, last I heard.”

You nod knowingly and lean back on the sun lounger, taking a sip of your drink.

Carmen starts to talk about drama from work, and you peer at her through your sunglasses as the warmth of the sun and the comfort of previous tipsiness starts making you drift off.

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4:56 P.M.

Around an hour later you’re rudely awoken by multiple cheeky voices; you can identify George’s loud voice through the squinting of your eyes through the sunlight, but there’s one voice that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It’s raspy - in a smooth way - but the short cackle that follows it allows you to realise that it's someone you definitely don’t want on holiday with you.

Pure annoyance makes you open your eyes. Carmen is nowhere to be seen; four men stand above you. You sit up, yawning, and hope that you’re not red with sunburn. (Looking down for a split second, you’re not.) Then you look up with some kind of synthetic smile and your blood boils as you look Max straight in the eyes.

“Hi boys,” you say, smiling, and get up to give everyone a hug; Lando spins you around and runs across the sand, and as you scream he throws you into the ocean.

Now you need a drink, for real.

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LATER. 11:37 P.M.

Head heavy in your hand on the counter, you’re woozy, blanketed by too many cocktails, and Lily and Carmen sit across from you stealing blocks of chocolate from a bar Alex bought.

Max strolls in and you grimace.

The anger hasn’t dissipated- being in a serene setting hasn’t changed what happened- and you toss him the drink he nods to; he turns straight back around and leaves.

“What’s the beef with you two, anyway?” Lily says curiously, and Carmen laughs. “It’s so dumb.”

“When we were sixteen-” you interrupt yourself to cough- “he dated two of my friends and caused us all to break up our group. Then he asked me out for a date, we went out, then he ghosted me. I was left with no friends. Then we met again two years later and we had a screaming fight outside a club, which ended up in a Dutch gossip mag. I was so embarrassed.”

Lily scrunches her nose. Carmen has zoned out, but she laughs to herself.

You look at her with the hint of a smile, tilting your head.

She nudges Lily. “They have to share a room tonight.” She whispers, and she throws her head back laughing and you stare at her incredulously. “Sorry?”

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2:16 A.M.

“Max, I don’t fucking care, I’m sleeping on this stupid thing.” You kick the hard wooden bench at the foot of the bed. (It looks like a terrible place to sleep).

“Can you fucking get over yourself?” He says, rolling his eyes, and you’re drunk and upset and trying not to cry because he makes you so angry. “Just sleep in the fucking bed.”

You stand there in the room with your arms crossed, breeze softly blowing. He huffs and stalks off to the bathroom.

You get dressed for bed, in a big t-shirt because it’s hot and humid. Max walks out of the bathroom as you’re sliding on the shirt and you know he’s gotten a glimpse of your stomach and your underwear because his gaze changes from something frustrated to something you witnessed at the age of seventeen, across a dinner table as his hands move over your thigh.

He seems to be moving without knowing; suddenly he’s in front of you, eyes wild with desire you haven’t ever known, and it’s a test of patience, standing there under the twilight; the curtains blow.

You stand there with trepidation rattling your body and turn around, getting into bed like a stubborn little child.

He closes his eyes, opens the door and leaves.

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9:23 A.M.

The morning air greets you as you walk outside; Lando’s made mimosas on the wooden table next to the swimming pool, and you take a champagne glass gratefully. You wave to Lily and Alex who sit with their feet in the pool, and sip, the sun bathing you in light.

Lando comes to sit next to you by the pool loungers and you raise your glass as a thank you to him. “I heard you two had a little spat last night,” he says carefully, and you snort. “He instigated it and left.”

He laughs. “He went past my room to sleep on the couch. His footsteps were so fuckin’ heavy, I couldn’t even sleep for a good twenty minutes.”

You laugh.

George yells from inside that he’s made breakfast and everyone gets up with a yawn. Lando grabs a spare bottle of champagne and you all walk inside.

There’s some nearly burnt pancakes, heavenly smelling bacon, some sausage, and fried eggs. You all praise him heavily (Alex wraps his arm around his waist and pretends to kiss him) and Max walks in. He doesn’t acknowledge you and instead greets everyone else. You roll your eyes.

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13:43 P.M.

You’re a bit tipsy already, enough so that you can chat to Max amicably beside the pool as George and Alex play some mix of water polo and volleyball.

Your empty glass seems to shout at you from your side, so you pick it up and make your way back to the house.

As you enter the kitchen you hear someone stepping behind you. It’s Max - you know it from the soft thud of his foot against the wooden floor. Your eyelids flutter shut with some emotion you don’t know yet when he comes to stand next to you. You watch him out of your periphery, his hands, the soft, flowing movement of his body. His resting face, squinting with concentration to pour drinks. You bite back some words and carry on pouring.

As you turn around to go back, you two face each other, and your breath hitches when his eyes slowly move to meet yours, clutching your glass like it’s your protector. His gaze is… tender. In the kind of way that blurs out everything else.

The only thing that comes to mind is kissing him, so you move to go, and he sets down a glass to grab your arm. You clear your throat, and Christine McVie’s voice croons in the background when you look back. His eyelashes brush his cheek every time he blinks, and you study his face, forgetting all that came before.

Lando and Alex call, and you both leave. The feelings are left there, back in the house, when you go.

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12:34 A.M.

Stumbling back from the restaurant, everyone bids eachother a good night after a quick drink of a glass of water each. You find your room and start getting undressed in the middle of the room, carelessly, and when you hear Max come in you get a fright and clutch your chest. He lets out a little laugh as he gets his things and moves to the bathroom.

Two minutes later, when he walks back inside, you’re bending over to see your face in the mirror to take off your makeup and you can sense the energy inside the room has changed. He’s in a shirt and those gingham pants that look divine on any man, and he stands still for a moment before moving over to the window. You bend back up and you’re met by his gaze again, frozen in place. Your lips part momentarily and he steps forward, and you’re reminded of how much you hate his stupid face when his lips meet yours. His hands wrap around your waist, one dipping beneath your shirt to rest on your stomach, and you’re kissing him, hard, desperately, messily; in a way that you don’t realise how much you wanted to until now.

He moves slowly to the bed, large hands grasping your waist softly, sending shivers up your spine. His hips press against yours as you fall on the bed, gasping with pleasure as his hands meet your neck.

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TWO MONTHS LATER. 11:56 AM.

In the garage, you’re busy chatting to some mechanics when he comes up to you, and his hands slide around your waist from behind. You twist your torso to smile up at him as he presses a kiss to your cheek, and to your delight he pushes you towards his driver’s room, shooting you a knowing grin as he looks away, holding up five fingers and then a thumbs up. You bite back a broad smile as you walk away.

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[trentlife]

mesmerised ☆

summary: in which you and jude go on your first vacation together and hes mesmerised at how amazing you look in a bikini and can't keep his hands off you....

masterlist

warnings: SMUT (18+), fluff, language

authors note: my first ever smut fic,y/n is on pill, I'll improve over time I promise lmao, enjoy🫣

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the sound of the jet landing in the 30 degree heat of ibiza disturbed you from sleeping comfortably on top of your boyfriends toned chest, while his hand rested softly on your butt.

"we're here love" your boyfriend spoke, as you lifted your head off his chest.

"wow it's bright" you smiled with your sleepy eyes.

"i cant wait for this break with you, our first holiday together" you looked up and smiled to your boyfriend, as he leaned in and gave your smooth lips a peck and wrapped his arms around you as you leaned into him.

as you stepped off the jet the heat shocked you, it was like being hit by fire. you had your bag in your hand and the other on the barrier going down the stairs with jude waiting at the bottom for you with a smile on his face.

as you got into the taxi to take you to the resort, you couldn't stop starting at your boyfriend, and how lucky you was to have him in your life, he was truly perfect for you.

jude placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed it and gave your hand a kiss.

"so what are we doing when we get there?" you lifted your leg over his and began a conversation.

"pool? beach? jet ski?" he glanced at you waiting for an answer.

"maybe pool? first day means more chill day in my opinion" you answered.

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when the car pulled up to the resort your mouth gasped at how beautiful it was, waterfalls, palm trees, it was perfect.

you both got your suitcases and made your way into reception and the cool breeze of air con hit you and cooled you both down and you both giggled.

"hello sir are you staying with us?" the receptionist asked

"hi I have a booking, under the name bellingham for two for a week" your boyfriend said running his hands through his hair.

once she had sorted everything out she then gave the room key to jude, and wished for the both to have a nice relaxing stay.

"also can I just say, what a lovely couple you two make" the receptionist looked at you both and complimented.

you both thanked her and looked at each other with a squinting face then smiled.

you made your way up to the room and on the bed was "welcome y/n and jude" and you couldn't help but awe.

"j i love it here already" you walked over to your man and wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him kisses all over his face as his hands lent down to your lower back.

"we need to enjoy it in the best way possible" he winked at you and slapped your bum and started laughing.

"oh shush you" as you rolled your eyes and walked over to you suitcase to grab a bikini.

you decided to go for a red rose colour which had a good chain on the front of the bottom. your favourite one.

you where nervous, even though you and jude had been together now for 6 months he had still never seen you in a bikini, thoughts where rushing through your head, but you stuck to thinking of the positives.

you put your hair up into a curly pony tail as it was way to hot to have it down and put some sunglasses on your head and touched up on your makeup.

as you left the bathroom, he was just sat on the end of the bed in his trunks on his phone, and as he heard you come out he laid his eyes onto you.

his mouth dropped as he placed his phone on the bed and told you to go over to him.

"oh my god" he said, he couldn't stop looking at you, he was mesmerised.

"why are you this beautiful? give me a spin" he told you as you gave him a little twirl.

you placed your arms on his shoulders as your legs where in between his as he sat down and his hands laid on your bum, and he kept giving it a squeeze every few seconds.

you leant in and gave him many pecks on his lips. as you where about to let go, he pulled you in for more and more. until his big hands met the bikini tie at your back.

you stopped him, and removed his hands away from yours.

"erm what are you doing?" he asked confusingly.

"later jude, i promise." you told him and he kept his patience.

you both made your way down to the pool area and placed your towels down on one of the little canopy huts which where comfier than sun beds.

alls you wanted to do was have a little nap before you maybe wanted to get in the pool with the sun shining on you.

"put this on me please j" you told him giving him the bottle of sun cream so he could do your back.

he rubbed it in smoothly and then suddenly stopped.

"i cant wait to rip this off you tonight babe" he whispered down your ear sending shivers up your spine and you jokingly slapped his muscular thighs.

once he was done, you laid back and relaxed, and had an hours sleep, with your boy leaning on your chest with his hand round you waist, which done you well as you where tired from the early flight.

you woke up by the sound of a big splash in the pool, you leaned up to see jude in the pool shaking the water off his hair.

"you getting in with me?" he spoke splashing water up to you.

"fine, but I'm not getting my hair wet!" you told him and made your way down to the pool steps.

he was waiting for you at the bottom and as you got in you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as his hands roamed around your silk body.

"living the best live out here aren't we" you said and he nodded pouting his lips. you leaned in and pressed a long peck onto his smooth lips.

"well someone wants all the kisses today" you said laughing.

"could you blame me?" he smirked.

you purposely fixed your bikini top and shown him half of your boob to tease him.

"oops sorry about that" you giggled sarcastically.

"no not funny let's go" he said seriously.

he lifted you out of the pool and got all of your stuff.

as you got back to the room he only said four words to you, "in the shower now" licking his lips.

"ok sir" you spoke, trying to annoy him.

he put the shower on a medium temperature and you both got in.

he started pressing kisses all over your neck, then chest and then thighs, making your eyes roll back.

he placed his hands around you neck and lifted your face up and wasted no time and kissed you passionately as the water fell on your face and he then slipped his tongue into your mouth.

as his tongue danced away in your mouth, his teeth bit on your bottom lip and he grabbed your bum.

"wanted to do this all day" he smirked at you, placing his hands on your bikini top tie.

he undone the tie eagerly, like there was no tomorrow.

he threw the top on the floor and cupped both of your breasts and licked.

your hands met his shorts and you began untying him, until he sprung free.

"in your mouth now please baby" he wanted it bad, and you could tell.

you did what he said, and got down on to your knees and places your hands on his hips, you firstly licked his tip, and then took his length into your mouth. you gradually took him in and out and you could hear his moans as his hands ran through your hair.

"y/n im gonna come" he told you, warning you.

you picked up the pace until you could feel him come in you, and you swallowed it.

you stood up, and all you could feel was his hands run down to your waist and he pulled your pants down.

"i need you jude, like right now" you begged him.

he didn't waist any time, just like you didn't when he was begging you before, so he eagerly bent you over and felt all over your body.

he placed his finger on your clit and rubbed it until you moaned.

"please jude, i need you" you begged more.

a moment had past, and he was inside of you, you forgot how good he felt, how big he felt inside of you. he started off at a slow pace and then picked it up when he could see that you needed it quicker.

moans where leaving your lips faster than your heartbeat.

"j, im gonna come" you told him as you held on to you boobs as they where annoying you.

"come on my length baby" he said to you.

he then went quicker until you did, and he did likewise, and you then slowly reached your orgasm.

you where both breathing heavily, as he slowly and gently pulled out of you. you have to admit shower sex was one of your favourite.

"happy now?" you looked at him and smiled.

"round two now?" he looked at you.

"oh piss off" you said laughing and cleaning you both up, and also the shower.

you both took it in turns to have a shower and clean up and you both got into bed and snuggled up.

"thanks for the best first day, I love you so much" you kissed him.

"I love you more and more"

the end🤭

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[chanshoesunite]

Chan on the Beach

Content Info: Chan and Y/N meet on a beach in Australia at Christmas and have some fun. This is an edit of Hare's bday fic for Tortoise. No beta we die like Y/N's resistance against lifeguard Chan.

Word count: around 6K

Warnings: semi-public sex, dirty talk

„Aaaah, this is the life!”

You reach over to grab your Virgin Lavender Mojito off the little table next to your lounger. Taking a sip through your plastic-free straw, you let your gaze, well-protected behind your heart-shaped shades, wander across the bay. From your position high up next to the rooftop pool of the renowned “Park Hyatt Sydney”, you can see the world-famous opera house.

“I know, right?” Your best friend Hare is next to you, holding a flashy pink cocktail. “Bless this job!”

As a pilot, Hare is allowed to bring someone along whenever she needs to fly over one of the major holidays, and since it’s Christmas in Austria right now and you’ll only fly back on the 28th, she chose her best friend to keep her company in her five-star hotel. There really are worse fates.

You stand to let your gaze properly explore the vicinity. “Do you fancy going to the beach?” you ask, spying the almost glisteningly white sand in the distance.

Hare raises an eyebrow at you, which you only realise because now it appears behind her sunglasses. “And getting eaten by a shark? Is this your idea of a good time?”

You giggle. “Oh, come on, there are safety nets. And anyway, I was thinking we could do one of those fun videos where you throw sand and I twirl in it? You know, for the Gram?”

Hare looks like she has half a mind to protest, might find this not worth the hassle, but then her smile softens. “Sure,” she says. “Let me check with the hotel staff to find the best beach access for us.”

…

An hour later, you are in your gloriously colourful bikini, twirling barefoot in the sand even though it’s too hot for comfort – not that you would give that away and ruin your Instagram reel, though. Hare is holding your phone, trying to get the perfect angle to have the sun glistening in a golden hour-way on the water.

“And now the sand,” you prompt. “You kinda just let it fly in the breeze, so it looks nice behind me.”

Hare looks dubious for a second. “What if I mess up and hit someone else?” You wave it off. “There’s nobody around!”

It’s true enough – it’s around dinner time, and your stretch of the beach is, possibly due to the holiday, rather empty. Hare nods. “Okay, sure.” She bends down to grab some of the white sand and repositions herself to throw it into the air. You twirl, and from the way Hare’s lips widen into a grin, you can tell it’s a great shot. You can already imagine how amazing you’ll look and how many likes you’ll get, maybe you should cross-post it on TikTok and-

“Oi!”

Both of you turn to see someone standing there. And what a someone. Well, two someones, actually, but your eyes are glued to Someone Number One. He isn’t exactly tall, but well built, his black swimming shorts showing off his narrow hips and creating a marvellous contrast to his thoroughly-trained upper body. He has a sharp jawline that you would like him to use to cut you into chips, a big nose, well-formed cheek bones and beautiful eyes that are, admittedly, currently glaring at you. “What’s that all about?”

One glance at his wet upper body, which is now covered in sand, tells the entirety of what happened – that he is the unwilling participator in an Instagram challenge gone just a little wrong.

Hare gets her bearings faster, but from the way she eyes the taller, lithe man next to the buff grumpy guy, you assume that in order to get into her head, you would have to pass an 18+ ID check. “Sorry, we didn’t see you there and meant absolutely no harm!” She extends one of their towels to the taller guy who looks a little like a Korean forest fairy. “Here, please.”

The guy accepts the towel from her, cleaning his (for his build) substantial abs. You tear your gaze away and meet the buff dude’s eyes, who sarcastically pulls up one eyebrow. For a second, you don’t know what to do.

“Oh!” You realise he’s expecting you to also offer him a towel, so you do. At the way you briefly flounder around, your nemesis’ face softens, and a little smile plays on his face. It’s a good look on him, you decide. “Cheers”, he thanks you, cleaning himself up. “What were you even doing there, throwing sand?” he asks, somewhat curious and content now that the sand isn’t on his pecs but your expensive hotel towel. His voice is still a little gruff, a little dark, a little deep, his Australian accent making it all the more delicious.

Hare, the ever-trusting girl that she is, extends her phone to him. “I was filming a slow-mo reel. It looks absolutely gorgeous if you ask me. Sorry again, but it was kind of worth hitting you with sand for it.”

The two men watch the reel and you can feel your face heating up. You haven’t even seen it yourself yet, and now those two handsome dudes get to do so before you?! You should be mad at Hare, but from the way buff guy’s face softens watching it, you really, really can’t.

Handing her phone back to Hare, the guy looks at you. “You’re beautiful in this,” he says, a little sparkle in his dark eyes. “If I can follow you on Instagram, you’re forgiven.”

Ummmmmm. That’s a statement you haven’t anticipated. You gulp a bit. “Okay,” you agree, and accept the phone back from Hare to open the app for him. Your hand brushes his as you hand it over, and the back of your neck prickles. At the touch, his eyes find yours, and he smirks just the tiniest bit before focusing on the device to type in his Instagram handle. You feel a little lost for words, so you look over at Hare, who confidently winks at you. “Maybe we can buy you two a drink in order to make up for the, er, Sand Incident?”

The other boy chuckles. You take a moment to look at him more carefully and appreciate his fine features, his longer hair tied back in a ponytail. He is beautiful, no doubt about it, but you prefer his shorter friend. “That’s a lovely offer, but we’re actually headed to a party later.” Ponytail glances at the Short King. “But actually…?”

The Short King has finished typing his name. “Yeah, how about you come along?” he finishes the sentence. “I’m Chan,” he adds as he hands back the phone, “but lots of people call me Chris.” Chan nods at the phone and you glance at the handle. “Chanstopher97”. Oh, he’s younger, too. Hot. You accept his following request.

“And I’m Hyunjin.” The other boy smiles at Hare in a way that shows you he seems just as taken with your friend as her body language suggests she is with him. Nice.

“I’m Y/N,” you take charge of the conversation now, and there is a laugh dancing in Chan’s eyes. “And that’s Hare. And about our evening plans…” You look over at Hare, hoping to telepathically communicate that you’re not ready to make this impromptu decision without talking it through with her first.

Hare smiles. “We have dinner plans, but why don’t you text Y/N the address and we’ll see if we can meet you there?” You two share a look and you feel seen and comforted. Hare is keeping your options open but not consenting or refusing in your name.

There is slight disappointment in the two men’s faces, but that’s their issue. “All right,” Chan agrees, running a hand through his darkly wet hair and you are mesmerised by the way the muscles flex on his arms. “I’ll text you in a bit.” He smiles at you. “I really hope to see you there. It’s at the beach, but it does get cool at night, so make sure to bring a hoodie.” He pauses strategically. “Or you can always wear mine.”

You bite your lip to suppress a giddy grin, and his eyes follow the movement. There is an almost hungry quality in his gaze before it flickers back up to again. “See you later.” The confidence he lays into these three words is astounding but very attractive.

Hyunjin smiles sweetly at Hare, which she reciprocates, and then the two men make their way up the beach, in such a manner that the two of you can appreciate their backsides. When they turn around, you feel caught, and the slight blush on Hare’s face betrays the fact that she is experiencing the same emotion. As if in unspoken agreement, you both turn around and sink down in the sand, onto your respective towels that are already dirty anyway.

You are quiet for a moment. Then- “Well, damn,” Hare says.

“Damn,” you agree.

“He’s really hot.”

“I know. Mine too.”

“There’s one for each of us.”

“Yeah.”

Hare glances over at you. “How do you feel about a beach party on Christmas Day in Australia?”

You watch the setting sun glittering on the waves. How do you feel about this? On the one hand, many strangers in one place, mixed with alcohol, are never on top of your list when it comes to a desired evening programme. On the other hand, the party doesn’t have to be where they stay, does it? And Chan, Chris… He is really something. If he were lavender lemonade, you’d sip him. Hehe. Also, as a pilot, Hare has to stay sober, so there will be at least one reasonable person around – or, knowing your besty, at least a sober one.

“I think,” you say slowly. “Theoretically, if we didn’t like it, we could go home at any time. And we can share our location in case we lose each other.”

A slow smile spreads across Hare’s face, reminding you of a cartoon cat who has spotted an especially delicious baby bird. “All right,” your besty agrees. “Let’s party tonight.”

…

Chan texts the details within ten minutes of meeting you and you try not to let it get to your head. Hare and you enjoy an outstanding dinner on the hotel’s rooftop terrace, a Christmas present from the airline, and don’t let the prospect of two hot Korean men on a beach force you to hurry through the five delicious courses. Afterwards, you throw on bikinis, shorts, cute tops and pack long-sleeved items as well, just to be on the safe side. With on-fleek eyeliner and beautiful lipstick, you must surely be the hottest besty duo that has ever walked the hallways of this grand hotel, or so you think on their way downstairs to catch your Uber.

The party location seems to be a dive bar, and as you approach the hut, you are relieved to see that while there is a crowd gathered, it is not overwhelming. The last rays of sunlight are winking over the horizon as the two of you enter the bar.

The interior design is a little bit clichéd in its maritime theme, but since this is your first authentic dive bar experience, you don’t mind. You glance at the nets, the taxidermied swordfish, the life belts, take in the Jack Johnson song playing, and decide you like it. The bar is situated in the middle of the wooden building, an “o” marking the centre of the spot. And right there, behind the counter, drawing a beer, is-

“Is that Chan?” Hare asks the exact moment you realise that your crush is actually working here. Your gaze falls onto Hyunjin next to him, wiping glasses, and the women waiting to catch their attention in front of the bar. “Well,” you conclude. “It seems we’re here for the most popular boys. Damn.”

Hare grabs your hand. “That won’t stop us,” she disagrees. “After all, we are the hottest here.”

She pulls you towards the bar, and it is almost eerie how fast Chan’s head snaps up to meet your eyes. His slowly crinkle as he begins to smile. “You came!” he calls over the music and the waiting people, and some of them actually make space for Hare and you. “We came,” you confirm, propping your elbows up on the bar. “And you came to work, by the looks of it?”

Chan seems sheepish for a moment, but quickly shakes it off. “We are only doing the first shift,” he explains, “and then we’ll be all yours.” He gestures around the room. “You can check out the place or the beach if you’d like. Or hang out with us back here?” He has one hand on the door that swings inward and allows for entrance into the centre of the bar.

Hare glances at Hyunjin. “If we hang out back here, will you make us a kickass alcohol-free cocktail?”

Hyunjin smiles – he really looks good in his loose Celine racerback; you have to admit that. “My pleasure,” he says in a voice that is deeper than you remember.

Hare turns to you. “Beach or bar?” she asks.

You barely hesitate. “Bar.”

…

If someone had asked you a few months ago if spending Christmas day behind a bar sounded like fun, you probably would have refused to even consider the possibility. But this – sitting on chairs with Hare, sipping the amazingly lavender-flavoured cocktail Hyunjin created for you, watching the men work, throwing dish towels or napkins at them in jest – this is a perfectly lovely evening. There isn’t much time to chat, but just by looking at them interact with each other, their customers and their work, you get a better idea of their characters.

Chan seems to be caring, friendly, supportive, flirty, Hyunjin appears to be sweet, sassy and a little on the dramatic side. Both of them react well to the sarcastic comments Hare sometimes throws their way, teasing her back and each other. It is obvious that they are firm friends and likely have been for a long time.

“Hey, Hyunjin, your mojito game is actually pretty weak,” Hare exclaims, hopping off her barstool and joining the taller Korean man at the bar, elbowing him gently. “Why don’t I help you with that?”

Hyunjin’s gaze at her is challenging, but he hands her the bottle. “I am ready to be impressed.”

Someone snorts next to you, and you glance up to find Chan very close to you, also watching the two of them. “Hyunjin’s flirting technique need work,” he says, chuckling softly but not unkindly.

You arch an eyebrow at him. “And yours doesn’t?”

Chan turns to you, and with you propped up on your high bar chair, the two of you are eye to eye. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you?” he rasps, his voice suddenly just a tiny bit rough, his eyes intense. You feel yourself blushing but don’t look away. “I am,” you agree.

He shrugs. “Then I don’t think it does.” Chan winks at you and returns to the considerable queue in front of the bar, slapping Hyunjin on the shoulder in the process. “Stop flirting!” he barks, and from the way his friend blushes and Hare starts giggling, you can tell that you are not the only one behind this bar who is experiencing chemistry between herself and a man she met at the beach mere hours ago.

The first shift passes quickly, and as the bar fills up, you love seeing Chan get just a little bit hot, his dark t-shirt, tight to begin with, sticking to him in all the right places.

Finally, when a few of their friends come to take over, Chan throws the dish towel he has been holding down onto the bar and turns to you. “Finished!”, he exclaims happily, an almost childlike joy at having completed his task on his face. He extends his hand to you, offering you help in jumping off the chair. You take his hand, and it’s just a little rough. Does he surf? Play the guitar? You intend to find out. Relishing the moment, you wait just a tiny bit before jumping off, and Chan doesn’t let go of your hand when you’re firmly on your feet, either. You look up at him and there is something in his eyes. A dare to let go? Dream on, pretty boy, you think. I dare if you dare.

Hyunjin hands Hare two glasses – two more of the delicious mocktails, you are happy to see – and grabs two bottles of beer. “Shall we?”

The four of you leave the bar area and then the building behind, and you are thankful to be holding Chan’s hand so as to not lose him in the throng of people that seems to have been growing steadily throughout the past hour. Soon, your sandals hit the sand. There are beanbags on the beach, and miraculously, not all of them are occupied yet, possibly because the night air is just a little bit chilly already. Now you have to let go of Chan’s hand and follow the impulse to run across the now cool sand and throw yourself into an extra-large beanbag, giggling happily. Chan is not far behind, though, approaching you at a languid pace, two drinks in his hands which he has seemingly picked up from Hare and Hyunjin, watching you with a smile. When he is finally standing over you, you glancing up at him, his bravado seems somewhat diminished. “May I join you?” he asks, and when you wiggle just a little bit to the side and pat the newly gained space next to you, his smile widens again. He lets himself sink down next to you and you are overwhelmed by how much you like the smell of his shower gel, mixed with just a hint of sweat and ocean breeze. Delicious.

It takes some arranging, but the two of you are finally comfortable side by side, your drinks secured in the sand, Chan crossing his arms behind his head and gazing up into the night sky. You can hear Hare giggle behind you as, by the sound of it, Hyunjin falls off a beanbag.

The silence isn’t uncomfortable, but you still decide to break it – after all, you want to get to know this delectable specimen better. “So, is this what Christmas usually looks like for you?” you ask.

Chan glances over at you and holds your gaze. Man, you really want to sink into those eyes. “The party’s a tradition,” he explains. “We always host it.”

“We?” You sit up a tiny bit, edging just a little bit closer, and from the way his body shifts towards you, you can feel that he welcomes the change. Your bare leg brushes against his and the skin-on-skin contact makes you antsy, but in a good way. This is exciting – the two of you both know where this will lead, but the timeline is yet unknown, ready to be discovered.

Chan nods. “The lifeguards. Hyunjin and I both work at this beach.”

You process the info quickly and file it away under the category “hot”. “That’s extremely cool,” is what you say, though. “Very responsible.”

The man seems to be blushing a bit and you love how his cool behaviour falls away when he’s being himself. It’s endearing. “I am a huge ocean enthusiast. I am actually currently writing my dissertation on various measures that could be taken to effectively clean the ocean, you know, to remove all of the microplastic. I’m trying to create a filter that can be produced cheaply and applied across all water temperatures.”

Your mouth actually hangs wide open at this. “So, you’re hot AND super smart?!” you blurt out. “That hardly seems fair!”

Chan smirks at this, but there is no denying that he is flattered and cajoled. “And you haven’t even seen me bench press yet,” he jokes.

You laugh. “I’d love to, though,” you say, more serious than you mean to be.

He grins widely. “Well, if you’ll have any more of those cocktails, maybe I’ll have to carry you back later.”

It’s a joke, you both know it, but you notice the exact moment where you both think about him picking you up and maybe pinning you up against a wall. The mood shifts for a moment, it feels less playful and more explicit. The silence is heavy, almost alive with an electric current.

Chan clears his throat. “You haven’t told me yet what a beautiful publicist from overseas is doing in Australia at Christmas.”

Thankful for the distraction, you tell him about the trip, about your job, and as you sip your respective drinks, you establish a shared love for TV shows, bubble tea, colourful hair, non-spicy foods. If this were a first date, it would be absolutely amazing, but sadly, this can’t be a first date, because in less than seventy-two hours, you will be on your way back, and you are severely jetlagged, having arrived only today, and this will merely be a three-day-thing, if at all. You try not to be sad about this, but it’s hard.

Chan seems to sense your distress. “Is everything all right?” he queries, using his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smile. “Yeah. I was just thinking that I’d love to not leave in three days.” This feels like way too big a confession for this casual hook-up, but somehow, simultaneously, it also feels just right.

He seems to contemplate this, then takes your hand. “Want me to show you my lifeguard hut? You can see pretty far from up there.” It’s a distraction, but it’s working, so you nod and smile at him. Chan pulls you to your feet and just as you turn to tell Hare where you're intending to go, you can see her sitting in Hyunjin’s lap, making out with him. Shrugging, you turn back to Chan – after all, you can both access each other’s locations on your phones and Hare knows how to handle a dude. “You know,” you say boldly, “This could be us.”

Chan pulls you after him, towards the lifeguard station. “Oh, don’t worry,” he says with casualness that makes you shiver in anticipation, “it will be.”

…

Chan’s workspace is actually more elaborate than you anticipated. It’s a little hut on a raised platform so he can seek shelter from the sun while watching the ocean. The bottom of the steps is sealed for the night with a chain-link fence so unauthorized or drunk people won’t be tempted to climb up, but Chan produces a key from a chain around his neck and unlocks it so you can access the platform. You go first, but he keeps his hand on your lower back, steadying you, and you have to admit you like it.

Upon arriving at the top, you are greeted by a few solar lanterns glowing in the dark, illuminating your surroundings. You are maybe four metres up above the ground, but everything – the party goers down the beach, the music, the noise – seems miles away. The only thing you can feel is the wind and Chan’s warm hand against your side, and then there is the glorious sound of the sea. The lanterns also reveal that the chair Chan must usually spend his days in is folded up against the railing, replaced by a picknick blanket and a few throw-pillows. You turn to meet his eyes, into this half-embrace he has going on, and his hand finds your lower back again, pressing you softly to his firm chest. “Did you prepare this?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

Chan does have the decency to blush. “I was hoping our night would go this way, I must admit.”

Briefly, the thought that Chan must do this all the time, that this must be his move, makes an appearance, but you actually don’t really care to slut-shame the man. Good for him, he is hot and sweet AND smart, you hope that he has lots of amazing sex, but tonight, preferably with you.

You take it all in – the waves crashing against the sand, the darkness softened by the glow of the lanterns, Chan’s huge hand splayed across your lower back, his scent, his face just inches from yours. “Can I kiss you?” you ask.

Chan briefly closes his eyes before opening them. There is a tiny smile on his lips. “Please,” he whispers. And so, you slowly, anticipation rising in your gut, close the distance and softly place your lips against his. Your first thought is how soft they are as you slowly move, placing your hands against his chest, then sliding them upwards, holding his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Chan tastes of beer and chewing gum, but you don’t mind, you don’t have the capacity to think as his tongue touches yours and suddenly, this isn’t slow anymore, this is heat and lust and want and need. Chan’s hands are still at your lower waist, but from the way he is pressing you against him, you can tell that he wants to touch you, he is just too chivalrous to give in to his passion. You grab hold of one of his hands and place it very deliberately against your bum cheek as you pull his lower lip between your teeth and bite. Chan groans into your mouth, his left hand joining his right on your ass, and then he is lifting you up, pressing you against the railing, thoroughly devouring your mouth all the while.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and one of his hands slides down to touch your bare thigh while he breaks the kiss, pressing his lips to your throat, nibbling, licking, sucking. A moan escapes you, and you can feel him hardening in his pants. Without waiting for him to do it, you pull your shirt off so you’re just in your bikini top, and Chan immediately shifts your weight onto the railing and his left arm so he can slide his hand under the fabric and play with your nipples. At the first slight touch, you are already whining, arching into the touch, and Chan’s chuckle is half mean, half adoring as he watches you respond to him. With your bikini top askew, you feel that the clothing ratio between the two of you is a little unfair, so you pull at his shirt, and he actually stops teasing you for long enough so you can get it off of him. Unfortunately, you don’t have long to admire his physique, because as soon as the offending garment is discarded onto the floor, Chan leans forward to capture one of your nipples between his lips, and your moan is much throatier this time, needier, and you can feel Chan shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he breathes against your chest, making you shudder as the air hits your wet nipple.

“I want you, too,” you admit, stroking your hand across his pecs and earning another groan. “Can you take me like this? Up against the railing?”

Chan arches an eyebrow. “You want me to rail you against the railing?”

You groan at the dad joke, but, for once, not in pleasure. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yup. And speaking of right into…” He slides one hand into your shorts, going straight for your pussy and parting your lower lips with his forefinger so that any protest you had against his stupid pun dies on your lips. “Fuck, you are so wet,” he sighs. “I’d love to stretch you out with my cock.”

You cock your head to the side. “So why don’t you, then?”

At that dare, Chan crashes his lips to yours and your tongues dance wildly together as he slowly strokes your clit with his fingers, making you gasp into the kiss, before abruptly breaking away. “Fuck, let me just grab a condom real quick,” he says as he puts you down gently, placing an almost sweet kiss against your lips before approaching a bag that you didn’t notice earlier. You quickly discard your shorts and bikini bottoms; now only in your bikini top, you lean against the railing and watch the shoulders in Chan’s back work deliciously as he bends over, searches his bag and finally grabs a foil package before slipping it into the pockets of his shorts. Then he joins you again, scooping you up in his strong arms. You seize the opportunity to hold onto them and stroke them as he lifts you again and captures your lips in another scorching kiss. Your wet core presses against his naked lower abs, and Chan moans at the feeling. He lowers you just a little bit, grinding his still-clothed cock against your aching pussy as he presses kisses to your throat, your cleavage, any spot of bare skin he can reach.

“Please, Chan!” You might be begging at this point, but who cares, actually, he feels big and you want to see and especially feel if that’s the case. “I needed you inside of me like five minutes ago!” He stills, breathing heavily against your skin. “Fuck, okay,” he finally rasps after a moment of silence. “Hold on.”

You put your legs onto the railing, propping yourself up while Chan sheds his shorts and underwear, but not before grabbing the condom from his pocket. You watch as he tears open the package and rolls it over his indeed fairly large cock – it almost makes your mouth water and you promise yourself that before the night is over, it will literally make your mouth water.

Having finished his preparations, Chan steps back into the space between your legs, and you pull him closer. Your kiss is slower, more deliberate as he strokes his tongue against yours, tempting you, seducing you. And then his hard cock is pressed against you, and you shift, allowing him to press into you. Slowly, you feel yourself being filled, stretched by his girth, and you moan loudly as centimetre after centimetre disappears into your tight pussy. Unconsciously, you try to shift away from the intrusion, but Chan’s hands on your hips hold you steady, so you can do nothing but give in and take it. Chan’s tongue is back on your nipple, distracting you from the stretch by stimulating you sweetly, and the way he groans against your skin, muttering how amazing you feel, how tight your little pussy is, how good you are being for him, turns you on even further so that you use your heels to pull him closer, pull him in more quickly.

Finally, when he’s fully inside of you, he comes back up to kiss you, the movement causing him to shift inside you, making you both gasp. You are completely naked, completely out in the open, you realise, and still, this moment is intimate, like you are the only two people left in the world. It’s uncomfortable, rushed, risky – and somehow still perfect.

Chan is visibly trembling with the effort of holding still. “Can I move?” he asks, his voice hoarse against your neck as he kisses you softly, waiting for you to adjust to his size.

You cups his cheek so he’ll meet your eyes. When he does, you say, “Fuck me.”

His pupils dilate, and Chan doesn’t need to be told twice before he pulls almost all the way out and pushes back in with a force that knocks the breath out of you. Before you can recover, he does it again, setting a relentless rhythm, and you are caged between his body and the railing, his thrusts an assault to your very being, but in the best way possible. His body is blazing in the cool night air, keeping you warm as he worships your body, stroking you, kissing you, licking you, fucking you. And even though your weight must take its toll on him, he doesn’t show it, doesn’t let up, pushing into you again and again, filling you, taking you. You are both trying to keep it down, so your heavy breathing can be covered by the sound of the waves, but you would not bet on it working.

He bites your shoulder, suppressing a groan. “I won’t last long, baby, you feel too good. But don’t worry, I’ll make you come as many times as you want tonight. I’ll eat your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop.” You moan, nodding, as he once again sucks a nipple into his mouth. “That’s fair,” you breathe, and Chan chuckles as he seems to again redouble his efforts, railing you against the railing as his breaths become groans rising in pitch until he bites down on your shoulder once more, stilling inside of you.

The two of you stay locked in your embrace for a moment longer, your breaths calming, before Chan tenderly kisses you as he pulls out. Scooping you up into his arms, he lays you down on the blanket and finally removes your bikini top. Drinking in your naked form in the better light provided by the lanterns, Chan strokes his hands up your sides. “There is just something about you that makes it utterly impossible for me to keep my hands to myself,” he says almost wistfully, and then he is between your legs, kissing the insides of your thighs, nuzzling into them, licking his way up to where you need him. Finally, his tongue is on your clit, and he slides two fingers inside of you, and despite the fact that you are deliciously sore from the thorough way he has just fucked you, this is exactly what you need. His tongue writes letters against your clit, every movement unexpected and all the more exciting for it, and the steady rhythm of him finger-fucking you pushes you closer and closer to the edge. God, he looks so good on his knees for you. Your hand tangles in his hair, pressing him against you, and the way he groans into your pussy makes you bite back a moan as well, biting your hand to muffle your sounds of pleasure. Your orgasm crashes over you like the waves below you, unrelenting and unavoidable, and you remove your hand, letting Chan hear your high-pitched moans.

Chan stills his hand to feel the contractions around his fingers, but continues to kitten-lick your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you still, shaking from the stimulation. Only then does he press a handful of kisses to your lower belly and move to join you on the blanket properly, propped up on his side on one elbow, pulling you close and pecking your cheek repeatedly until you turn to slowly, lazily, kiss him. His hand strokes your side again. “That was… Pretty fucking great,” he reminisces, and you can’t help but giggle at the verdict.

“It was,” you agree, dragging your nails up Chan’s veiny forearm, making him shiver. For a moment, the sound of the waves is the only thing you hear. “And you’re here for three more days?” Chan asks, a serious note in his playful tone.

You continue to feel his muscular arms as you nod. “That’s right. Why?”

Chan shrugs – awkwardly, given his current position. “Oh, nothing,” he dismisses the question. “I was just contemplating how often I can fuck you in three days.”

A slow grin spreads across your face. “I’d wager that a low to medium double-digit number could be achieved, don’t you agree?”

Chan’s face mirrors your expression. “Do you want to make a bet?” You shrug. “I’d rather suck your cock.” His expression is a mixture of shyness and surprise before it takes on a devilish note. “Well, in that case,” he says, his hand sliding to cup your arse, "be my guest."

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[clementine-thedestroyer]

Aroura Borealis - König x reader - Part 1

Series master post- Read on Ao3

This is a multichapter fic so just to clarify, not all of these tags apply to this chapter (in fact, almost none of them do) but I do want to give people a heads up of what they're getting into, especially because this is a lot darker than my usual writing.

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Warnings/Tags: Fem!reader, eldritch!König, kidnapping, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, minor character death, end of the world, apocalypse/post-apocalypse, potential dub/non con. Dead dove, do not eat. It may not seem like it now but you've been warned. Based on/inspired by the Lemon Demon song by the same name. Alt summery: your boyfriend turns out to be an immortal being beyond your possible comprehension, but all he really cares about is making sure you're safe through the end of the world. /j but not really.

“Let’s take a month-long impromptu vacation we can’t afford to the Canadian Northern Territories.” Your boyfriend said.

“It’ll be fun,” He said.

You shouldn’t have agreed to this. You should’ve raised more questions at König’s sudden insistence to take a holiday.

But no, you’d let him bring you out here. You’d let him pack way too much for this trip. You’d let him convince you that he had the money for it. You’d let him take you somewhere so remote that you had to fly in to the closest “town” (town being a strong word for the small collection of buildings he’d shown you on google maps) on a bush plane, just to get some guy König knew from the military who knew the area to drive you up to the place you’d be staying. You let him do all of it. You’d pushed past your unease and just tried to enjoy yourself for once. And for a brief moment, everything had been fine. König had been right, you were just being weird about it.

The area was beautiful. The town was the only civilization for miles, and it was situated on the northern bank of a large, frozen river and surrounded from all other directions by boreal forest and rising mountains. 

The buildings were a charming hodgepodge of styles, sizes, and colors. The rural, unplanned community was so different from the cookie cutter suburbs and high density urban areas you were used to.

The ground was covered in dense layers of snow- packed down into makeshift trails where people would walk from building to building or towards the tree line. The wind whipped across the flat, icy plane of the river, gathering speed and picking up tiny bits of snow and ice so when it hit your skin, it felt like a thousand tiny pinpricks all at once. 

The people you met were lovely too. There was a small general goods type store towards the center of the town that König had directed you to go wait and warm up in while he talked to the guy he’d known from up here, and the elderly couple who ran it were sweet as could be. You’d bought a few basics for dinner and a cheesy little souvenir keychain from them. Not necessarily because you needed it, but because the couple who ran the store were as sweet as could be.

You chatted with the woman as she rang up your items, telling her about how König had decided to bring the two of you up here and listening when she tells you how during the summer, the cabins on the mountain side are rented out regularly for vacations, but that she’d never seen the owner rent one out during the offseason.

“Strange young man, that one.” She mutters, shaking her head and looking out the window at the man talking with König before turning back to the small register and punching in the code for a can of chili. “He’s lived up here for god knows how long and I hardly see him. Never heard him say more than a few words or take off that mask and sunglasses either.”

You frown, watching the König and the man talk outside for a moment. 

It wasn’t snowing at the moment- although the locals had assured you that you’d probably be sick of the snow by the time you left- and König and the other man stood stiffly facing each other. König had his hands stuffed deep in his pockets and wore a tense expression towards the other that didn’t quite fit the narrative of “old military friend” he’d given you. The other guy seemed much less on edge- as he was leaning against the side of the bed of what you assumed to be his truck with his arms crossed loosely over his chest. He was shorter than König and wore a fabric face mask, hat, and reflective sunglasses like the ones you’d see at outdoor stores like REI or Bass Pro Shop.

König was wearing a face covering of sorts too- as was typical for him. You knew that, on the field, he almost always wore a sniper hood (he liked to keep his work separate from you- he tried not to let you see him in full gear or anything of the sort, but as far as you were concerned, the “sniper hood” looked like an old T-shirt with eye holes). But in public, it was usually just a disposable face mask. The cold had given him an excuse to switch it up a bit though, and he’d taken to wearing a hat and scarf- with one of the scarve’s loops done loose enough that it could be lifted up and over his nose and ears to cover the bottom of his face.

The two painted a stark contrast, with König wearing carefully chosen sets of layers under his windbreaker and snow pants and looking like someone properly dressed for the weather, with the other man wearing a dark leather bomber style jacket over what looked like no more than a sweater underneath.

It reminded you a bit of when you’d see how people from warmer places would dress for the cold as opposed to people from those areas- and you’d never admit it to König, but you did find it a bit funny.

König’s friends have always been a bit odd. The face covering isn't the most out of place thing you’ve seen among them. König, himself in fact, could probably be considered a bit odd. You’ve always just chalked it up to his military career.

Once the woman had rang up your things, you bid her farewell with a smile and promised to stop by again before you headed back home.

König had made quite a fuss about your purchases when you came back out, asking why you took so long and insisting that the cabin would already have everything you needed in it, and that there was no need for “backup canned chili”, as he called it.

He had seemed nearly glued to your side that day, always keeping you close by with a protective hand somewhere on you or directing you exactly where to wait for him as he sorted out issues. Hence, you being told to wait inside the store.

After finishing with his lecture on the backup chili, König sighed and took your hand, telling you to come meet the friend he’d told you about.

He starts to lead you toward the man and his truck, and as you get closer, you can see a heavy duty set of snow chains in the vehicle’s tires. When you get close to the man, König stops, pulling you tight against his side by your waist, introducing the man to you as Horangi.

For a moment, the man was silent. Simply looking you up and down before turning his head back to König.

“This is her?” He asked, not giving you so much as a second look.

You can’t see it, but you hear the rustling of his clothes as König nods his head in response. The exchange filled you with a mix of embarrassment at being spoken about like you weren’t present and awkwardness at the palpable tension between König and Horiangi.

Another second of silence passes and Horiangi gives you another look before stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out his keys.

“Alright. Get in.” He says, apathy audible in his tone. He pushes himself upright from where he’d been leaning against the side of his truck and turns around, walking around toward the driver's side without another word or glance.

The whole exchange had struck you as odd, but König simply patted your back, directing you towards the passenger door.

“Sorry, Schatz. He doesn’t get out much.” He says, giving you an apologetic smile before opening the passenger door of the truck and folding down the passenger seat.

You hold back a groan at the sight of a jump seat, knowing that you’ll be stuck in the undoubtedly cramped back seat for however long the drive is. You weren’t quite sure where you were expecting to sit, as the truck only even had two doors- and König certainly wouldn’t be the one climbing into the back, but the sight of the tiny, low to the ground bench seat was enough to make your legs ache just thinking about it.

You step one foot up onto the floor of the truck, using it as a step so you can squeeze through the small space left by the folded down front seat to get into the back.

You try your best to do so gracefully and not fall face first into the back, but König resting his hand on your lower back to steady you (and not at all just so he could slide his hand down towards your ass) startles you and makes you lose your footing, leaving you to slide into the back and land on your knees with a soft “oof” sound.

You shot König a small glare, not missing the smirk he fails to keep hidden- even with the scarf covering half his face.

Once you’re situated in the backseat with your seat belt buckled and your backpack handed to you, König sits the front seat back up, and you find yourself crammed into a space that’s really only meant to hold children. Leg room as a concept is nonexistent. The seat is only half a foot or so off the truck floor and there’s barely enough room for you to sit with your feet flat.

The drive had been long and quiet, but not uncomfortably so. Horangi seemed comfortable to focus on driving, navigating the snow covered roads expertly even as they wound and doubled back on themselves, and you were happy to just enjoy the scenery, watching through the window as spruce, firs, and pine trees- all with their beaches sitting heavy from the weight of snow- pass by.

Your legs ached to be stretched after sitting in such an uncomfortable position and you’d found yourself beginning to doze off during the drive. Not quite falling asleep, but leaning your head against the window frame and letting your eyes glaze over. The flight had taken a toll on you - flights, actually. Plural. Because first there was one just to get to Yellowknife, then there was another on a bush plane to actually get to the area. And the jet lag was, frankly, a bitch. 

You were jerked out of your daze when the truck stopped and König reached back, using the shoulder of the driver's seat to brace himself, and you felt his hand envelop your shoulder as he gently shook you awake.

“Schatz, we’re here.” 

You let out a groan, sitting up and waiting for König to fold forward his seat so you could get out. 

Horangi had opened his door and gotten out the moment the car stopped, jerking the parking brake up and putting the car in park before yanking out his keys and tossing them in the cup holder, not bothering to take them with him. You stared at the keys for a moment, brow furrowing.

It was easily explainable enough. You were in the middle of nowhere, there was likely no one but you three for miles. But even then, Horangi leaving his keys in his truck made you do a double take. 

Most people would’ve slipped them in their pocket out of habit at least- but maybe your and König’s presence was simply disruptive. It was clear that Horangi either wasn’t in the mood for other people, or König calling them two “friends” had been a stretch… or maybe it was you. You wouldn’t blame him for not wanting to be a third wheel.

Regardless, you got the sense that Horangi wanted to get the two of you settled as fast as possible, even if for no reason other than to get you out of his hair.

When König folded the front passenger seat down, you first helped to hand forward the stuff that’d been put in the backseat with you for the drive before climbing out- nearly falling on your face in the process, courtesy the burning in your legs from the cramped space.

Outside of the truck, you caught your balance and looked around. Horangi was nowhere in sight and König was already moving away from the car, walking towards a narrow path that cut through the conifers. You took it as a sign to follow, reaching down to pick up two bags from where they sat in the snow.

The area where the road ended was densely wooded with spruces and firs, and the fluffy snow that blanketed the ground was undisturbed aside from your little trios’ footprints and the truck’s tire tracks.

It was cold, but König had apparently known what he was doing as far as getting winter gear for you, because the temperature was manageable, despite the wind burning your face whenever you made the mistake of looking into it.

You’d hardly had the chance to take two steps before the bags you were carrying were plucked out of your hands, making you jump and yelp as you turn to see Horangi beside you.

You hadn’t heard him approaching- a feat considering how loudly the snow would crunch as anyone walked across it. You stood frozen for a moment, watching as he took the bags from you with no more than a grunt. 

“You startled me-“ you said, trying to keep a stutter from your voice. “I didn’t hear you coming.”

“People usually don’t.” Horangi says, not giving you another look or a chance to respond before he starts down the trail.

You’re left standing there, staring at the space Horangi had disappeared to. The odd response left you drawing a blank.

You were really starting to think he didn’t like you… either that, or maybe you still weren’t used to the weirdness that came with König’s friends.

#did you read those tags? #good #maybe read them again #fem!reader #könig x reader #könig #könig call of duty #könig x you #konig x reader #könig cod

[f10werfae]

“Girl's” Holiday

Pairing: Husband! Chris Evans x Wife! Reader

Word count: 922

Summary: Y/n and her friends get a few visitors while on their annual girl’s holiday

(this is extremely short but I enjoyed writing it anyways🤞)

Warning: Inappropriate touching

Requests are always open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

Y/n's P.O.V)

Fixing my bikini in the mirror, I tightened the straps on the underwear when I heard my best friend banging on the door.

“Oi Y/n hurry up, the tanning isn’t going to wait all day”

“Coming Bff/n!” I shouted back quickly grabbing my sunglasses and opening the door with my beach towel in my hand. Walking out of the beach resort, we walked towards the beach where our other friends were already set up with their towels.

“What took you guys so long?” F/n asked pulling her sunglasses up onto her head.

“This girl over here spent like a good hour talking to her hubby back home” Bff/n said laughing while nodding towards me, a deep blush already spreading onto my cheeks.

“What?? we jus really miss each other alright?” I said smiling at their teasing, laying down my towel and pouring sun screen all over me. Thinking back to Chris and I's call earlier, a deep blush spread all over my face, remembering his handsome face.

“You guys are so in love it’s gross” F/n said putting her sunglasses back on and laying back down, “i’m taking that as a massive compliment babes” I replied knocking her sunglasses off jokingly before laying down as well.

“Hey you guys are acting as if you guys haven’t been missing your boys too, when I know damn well I heard Bff/n over there sleep talking about her one and only Sebastian stan”

“Shut up Y/n, I can’t control my sleep talking” She replied laughing, all three of us now just taking in the warm sun of Mexico.

“What do you think those three boys are doing right now anyway? Now that they’re all staying at your house Y/n, with Chris”

“God knows, they’re probably seeing who can burp the loudest while upside down” I said laughing, thinking about the three man children we left behind back in Boston.

(Time Skip to around the afternoon)

Heading back to our separate rooms, for a deserved rest, we all said our goodbyes for now. Opening my door, I let out a sigh of relief as the air conditioning greeted me with a nice cold breeze. My new tan glowing in the afternoon sunlight, the smell of the salty water in my hair, life honestly could not be going any better.

Entering the shower, I turned on the water trying to wash off all the sand on my body and the smell of the sea. Instantly feeling warm again as soo as I got out the shower, I decided against wearing anything else other than my silk robe Chris had bought me on our honeymoon a few months ago.

I walked over to my bed, the white covers pulled back and ready for me to dive in, that was until I heard a random knock on my hotel room door.

Surely that wasn’t Bff/n or F/n, they said they were both going to nap for a bit?

I hadn’t ordered any food either?

Cursing myself I looked at the door, unfortunately this hotel had no peep holes for me to look out of. Cautiously I approached the door, not unlocking the chain but unlocking the door slightly.

“Who is it?”

I said not daring to peek out, when suddenly a large hand held the door open and had reached in to unlock the chain within seconds, not even giving me enough time to react. Before I was left face to face with him, Chris.

“YOU ASSHOLE I THOUGHT YOU WERE SOME KIDNAPPER!” I said in frustration and slight relief as I jumped onto him, causing the door behind him to close and automatically lock again.

“Yeah well I wanted it to be a surprise bub, you doin alright? cus you sure are lookin' alright” He said with that usual flirty tone in his voice, both his arms holding me up, he walked us over to the edge of the bed and sat down.

“How on Earth did you get here?” I said pulling the NASA cap off his head, running my hands through his brown hair.

“Well obviously by plane my love, but if you really mean why? Then basically, me and the guys got bored and decided to come down. Hope you don’t mind?”

“Of course I don’t you hunk” I replied, cupping his bearded face in my hands and smashing my lips onto his, two weeks I had missed his touch.

“now my question for you Mrs. Evans is, do you always wear this little when i’m not around” He whispered in my ear, his hands playing with the silk robe tie at the front.

“Hmm sometimes I even wear nothing, Mr. Evans” I said biting his bottom lip, feeling his hands untie the robe and pull it down over my shoulders.

“Maybe I should surprise you more often huh?” He said smirking, his rough hands smoothing over my bare skin.

“Yeah I would like that”

“i’m sure you would hun, i’m sure you would”

His hands moving up my body slowly before groping my left tit, not daring to break eye contact. “I missed you so much at home baby, even dodger was missing his momma” Chris said leaning forward, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses on my neck and collarbone.

“I missed my boys too, I promise.” I said wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Yeah, well then show me how much you missed me”

“Don’t worry hun, i’ve got a whole 5 days to show you” I whispered into his ear…

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #x reader #writerscorner #boyfriend imagine #romance #oneshot #rpf

[chilly-me-softly]

imagine little mounty on holidays with mase and maybe some of his friends (like nathan, ben or declan). Like they try that alice is not sunburn and they try to maintain her occupied doing things

A little holiday among friends before leaving with their families was what the boys organised every summer. Ben, Declan, Phil and Mason had even spent the last few national camps talking about it, looking forward to spending those days between the beach and good food and starting getting a tan.

Mason was looking forward to it, although he had already made endless lists of what he might need. Of course he would take Alice with him, when the season was over unless he saw it wasn't worth it, the little girl was always with him. And then Phil would bring Ronnie so she certainly wouldn't get bored, the two of them were almost the same age and the few times they had been together they hadn't given any trouble.

The villa they rented was magnificent, with more rooms than they would have needed and a breathtaking view. Alice is asleep in her father's arms while Ronnie has not yet run out of energy and runs around the kitchen counter happily.

Mason decides to put the child to bed before exploring the house further, easily finding the rooms upstairs. He takes the last one down the hallway, absentmindedly placing the duffle bag in the corner and gently Alice on the big bed. The boys - Declan - had asked him if he had wanted to put a cot or a separate bed for Alice - because you might want to bring a girl - but he had categorically refused. He was not looking for anything but a nice relaxing holiday.

After making sure with pillows that she wouldn't fall, Mason lightly closes the door before going downstairs in search of the others. He has the baby monitor in his hands, which he quickly set up and places on the coffee table before sitting down on the lounge chair next to Ben's.

"Is she asleep?"

"Yeah" he smiles at his friend before lying down and sighing. There is a certain calm in knowing they are on holiday, with no particular obligation or commitment pending. And they stand there talking to each other about what to do that very evening and the next morning, the first bath of the season a highly anticipated thing for everyone.

"I'll go get Alice" Mason informs them when he doesn't know how long later a small, still sleepy voice can be heard calling him from the baby monitor. When he returns to the garden Phil has disappeared, probably checking on Ronnie or on the phone who knows, and he lays Alice down on Ben's sun lounger checking with his eyes that she doesn't fall over and smiling as she goes to snuggle up to him.

"Hey little one, slept well?" she nods still visibly not quite awake as Ben strokes her hair.

"Hot" the little one complains and Mason is immediately ready to go into apprehensive daddy mode, starting to notice her slightly red cheeks, but he doesn't have time to say or do anything because Ben has already worked it all out. 

"How about we braid this beautiful hair?"

"Dad can't do it"

"Yeah I know, too bad" Ben gives him an amused look as he carefully sets to work.

"Hey you two, stop messing with me" Mason pretends to be annoyed by putting on his sunglasses and settling down better on his deckchair, Alice joining him shortly after to wrap her small arms around his body and proudly showing him her new hairstyle.

-

Now Ben is inevitably stuck with Alice, who looks for him every morning to get her hair braided. And then they go down to the beach, each time seeming to be moving among the children's toys and the various bags with things in them.

Ben immediately went for a swim while the others just sat and relaxed, keeping an eye on the kids who were immediately on the ground playing in the sand.

Declan manages to put some lotion on the children when he sees that the sun is getting higher and higher in the sky, and not with little effort. It's practically a trade off, a sort of I put it on you and you put it on me. And the various knees he takes in the kidneys when it's their turn he won't easily forget.

They have fun, play in the sand and go into the water or walk around letting the waves hit their feet. The children's squeals are the loudest, happy to explore and play and just be there.

And when a few hours later Mason finds himself asleep on the towel, the relaxation and the sea air and the sun doing its job, the opportunity presents itself before their eyes with the kids - and not just them - burying his legs. After all, they have to be entertained somehow.

Little Mounty

#mason mount #ben chilwell #declan rice #phil foden #mason mount one shot #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #football imagines #little mounty

[unsleepingtales]

Episode four! I missed the bad kid’s insanity so much <3

Episode four of every season they’re shy!

In space no one can feel you dying 💀

“What’s the drinking age?” “You guys have murdered SO many people”

Kalinaaaaaa

Hiiiii

Oh she’s an actual cat now!

She/they pronouns for Cassandra are back!

Kristen’s middle name is on her character page now!! Kristen Chilis Applebees!

Catchin me on my left foot hereeee gato.

Ooh they’ve got other offers

Why would you SAY that

That definitely circumvents the truth in a cool way……

When your only two followers fight :(

Just stop saying it pleaseeeeee

Say a n y t h i n g other than that

Hot.

Oooh the mall!

Why would you SAY THAT

So many of them have stars in their hats! And I have stars in my body! :D

I love Cassandra so so much

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa Kristen when you’re in the dark she’s there holding your hand. She gives you forehead kisses

KVX BANK????

Oh well that makes it all okay then!

:(

Oh my GOD

What the fuck Bill

CHUNGLEDOWNNNNN

God the fucking. D20 directly reflecting my life experiences.

Simeon du Vayne the new lunch lad. What’s your vibe

Ooh third eye is sick

I love that they’re never gonna say her name right

Scabby!!

Gorthalax! Hi!

On my first day of high school this guy yelled fresh meat at all of us and he continued to be a pain in the ass all fucking year

Fig. Fig no.

It does seem like the rat grinders might be direct foils to the bad kids. Let’s see how this goes!

Kipperlilly did not come at y’all nearly as hard as Kristen went aggro at her

Is it the sack of rats trick?? Is that where they got the name???

IT IS THE SACK OF RATS TRICK. FUCK.

I love how pissed they all are about this

THIS is what riz has never been more mad about ❤️

Girlie!!

The bad guy this season is just xp leveling 😭😭

God how high level are they????

Kindlesnap Whatsherface

Dome!!!!

He’s just a guy!

Please please nat 20

Crushing. That’s crushing

I love ripped jeans gorgug <3

That is SO much

Corsica Jones is HOT

Kristen and Riz dynamic duoooo

Riz Gukgak character of all time

FIG

Archaeologist Siobhan Thompson!!

Really emphasizing the ‘sorry what’ thing that post was talking about

Fig barbarian level!

That energy is more intense than anything fig tried to imply from goldenhoard

If the cig figs break up I’m gonna be fucking devastated

Oh yeah the junior year eggs. Okay.

Can I have some of your girlfriend’s hair? I need it for school.

I love that we all called the kill mum idea

She really should get paid for the elven oracle shit

Inclusive kinggggg

Ooh maybe I’ll wear my owlbears sweatshirt tomorrow. (Best holiday gift I got!

Ah the epic highs and lows of high school bloodrush

Max Durden!! He’s so cute.

Love that for him tbh

THIRTY FIVE

Who is this motherfucker

What the fuck are you doing

(Zac wheezing in excruciating pain)

Don’t align yourself with her Riz

What!

I love that everyone is going so aggro on the buttcrushers. Absolutely demolish their asses.

“You don’t have to call me coach” oh OUCH

Bucky Applebees!!!

Love the paladin repppppp

Oh kiddo

Oh Kiddo :(

I’m not trying to be cool I’m trying to be president

RATGRINDERS CLERIC IS HELIOIC

The BUTTFUCKERS? ALLY.

She’s had a lot of jobs but not that many of them were… legal.

Fabian’s so lonely :(

Bad kids study party!!! Real and confirmed!!!!

Aww I was so excited for Adaine to work at Basrar’s but the mall is fun too

Hmm. Sketchy!

German shepherd mode <3

Emily and Ally are having SO much fun with this

The procrastination is so fucking real

I’ve deeply missed you

WHAT what does that mean why is this the case

Oooh okay I’m really getting the sense that that blue mall battle set is the Synod

Sunglass kiosk. Palm tree. Mall things.

Ooh I just noticed seacaster manor in the background of the dome art

Strudel dimension, don’t put your hand in it. Don’t! Put your hand in it!

We don’t know if the strudel is infinite it just hasn’t ended yet.

I’m obsessed with this guy.

I’m so obsesssed

Mazey Phaedraaaaa

Oh my godddddddd

“I’m from hell” girly I love you to death but you are from downtown elmville

Ooohohohohoh she’s good at this

I love dnd mechanics manifesting as real elements of life within game

Awww

I don’t know as much about warlocks as I should really do this is great

That’s SO SICK I LOVE HER

Ragh!!!

Babe you cannot make student government cool. You just can’t.

Oooooof

What is this energy

Crab kinggggggg

We’re so fucking back

I’m Christian Delnore and I have Children!

OOP

Kristen’s energy is SO wild this year. She said she was trying to move past chaos and then came out the gate with This energy

Tracker’s dating the fucking Princess. Of course.

Messy high school relationships :)

That’s how it goes!

The intense side eye I am giving the whole situation

Kristen do you wanna fuck Kalina

What do you want with the president??? (To say hi)

Hell yeah gsa member Kristen Applebees

Torek with the button press!

I love them SO much I missed the bad kids SO FUCKING MUCH

Ohhhh this is the backstory of that button from the merch drop ok

They’re so unhinged

WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT

Torek Railgrinder Theater Kid!!

Oh noooo

WHAT

Oh fuck

Why would you volunteer ANY information

She was a fucking turncoatttt

The name keeps getting further and further from anything

Stone cold

So excited for the party

HOT

SHE’S SO HOT

Oh god

Zero separation of church and state

Oh FUCK

What oh no oh god please no

AAAAAAAAAAA okay I guess next weeks is the mall fight!

I am so scared and so excited.

It’s our time! It’s our year! It’s all gonna be okay!

#fantasy high junior year #reactions #verbal component

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Nevermore

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1626

Warnings: talk of attempted murder

Next: Therapy

For over 200 years, Nevermore Academy, a private school, have welcomed outcasts of all kind, in the town of Jericho, Vermont. As Principal it is my honor to announce that Nevermore has accepted your application to attend this upcoming school year. Can't wait to for you to join our very unique school, Principal Larissa Weems.

"Mother, why wait till now to send me to Nevermore? You've talked about wanting your children to go where you and Father met since we were born?" I ask my mother. 

"Because dear, no other school will take you after what you did to those two last school year. And I wanted to see if you children could work well in a normal school." My mother explains to me calmly. 

"They had it coming." I look out the window. At the moment it was just mother and I on our way to Nevermore while Father stayed with Wednesday and Pugsley at home.

Stepping out of the car I take in the exterior of the school, "Looks just like I pictured it for a school for outcasts." I look over at my mother. 

"You're going to love it here." She gives me a smile. 

"I know if Wednesday was in my place she would find away to escape. She hates the thought or mention of this school." I say as we head inside to meet the principal. 

"But you are not your sister. You are more accepting to some things. Yes, you both share some characteristics being twins but you each are your own person." She tells me as I look around the inside as we walk.

"Morticia, it's a pleasure to see you again. You must be Valentine? I'm guessing it was the day you were born?" Weems asks me as we sit in her office. 

"I was born on Friday the 13th." I tell her, "My Grandmother named me after the origins of Valentine's Day. The Romans' celebrations were violent... The men would strip naked and sacrifice a goat and a dog, then whipped women with the hides of the animals they had just slain." I explain to her and she just stares at me and my mother uncomfortably. 

"The French origin meaning is strength and health. Originally you pronounce her name Val-en-teen, but many insist on pronouncing it like the holiday so we gave in except my mother." My mother adds.

"You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Ten schools in five years." Weems looks at me. 

"My sister is at seven. But what can I say... students and teachers don't quite understand my ways at times. My mother says this school is different and will be good for me." I give her a smile. 

"I believe you will fit right in with the rest of the students." She gives me a smile back. 

"And her therapy sessions... The court ordered them." My mother gives me a look so I roll my eyes. "The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week. Now, I've assigned you to Ophelia Hall. Let's go meet your roommate, shall we?"

When we get to my dorm I see a girl with long brown hair wearing blackout round sunglasses. "Meet your new roommate is Yoko Tanaka, she's a vampire. Yoko, this is Valentine Addams." Weems introduces us. 

"Hey." She nods her head at me. 

"Hey." I do the same then see her uniform on her bed. "I have to wear that color as well?" I look at it. 

"When we got your application we've special order you a uniform. Yoko, please take Valentine to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way." Weems tells her so she gets up. "I'll walk you back to your car. Valentine, say goodbye to your mother." Weems smiles.

"I know you'll love Nevermore and find it as life-changing as I did." My mother gives me a smile. 

"I hope it'll be a perfect fit for me. I'm tired of jumping from schools to schools." I give her a smile back. 

"I'm sure it will be, darling." She touches my face. "Now, we can't talk to you the first week so next week we'll give you a call to see how you're doing." She places the crystal ball on my desk. 

"I'll be looking forward to it." I smile and we do a tiny hug before I leave with Yoko.

"Are you anything? Vampire, Werewolf, Gorgon, Siren, Psychic?" Yoko asks me. 

"Psychic but also a tad psychotic at times." I turn my head to look at her. 

"You won't try stake me in my sleep will you?" She raises an eyebrow. 

"Only if you get on my bad side. Kinda the reason why I'm here. Two people last year got on my bad side. Neither of them died though from what I did to them." I chuckle as she shows me around the school. She shows me the clichés of each group and tells me a bit about everyone.

"You must be Yoko's new roommate. She told me she was getting one before school started. I'm Enid Sinclair, a werewolf. And you are?" She puts her hand out. 

"Valentine Addams, a psychotic psychic." I shake her hand as she looks at me with wide eyes. 

"A tad, only if you get in her bad side." Yoko adds. 

"Okay..." Enid smiles tagging along with us as we go pick up my uniform and schedule.

"So Valentine, do you have any social media accounts?" Enid asks me. 

"I do. I'm the only one in my family that does." I say as we sit at a table in the quad. 

"Do you ever wear color?"

"If I do it's only red. My closet is majority black, some white, a little red, and there could be a tiny bit purple. Specifically dark red and dark purple." I tell her as she goes on her phone. 

"Whose your new friend?" A boy in a beanie walks up to the table.

"My new roommate, Valentine." Yoko tells him. 

"Like the holiday. I'm Ajax by the way." He takes a seat. 

"Hello, and yes like the holiday but because of the dark origins." I tell him. 

"You almost killed two people at your last school!" Enid gasps looking at me. 

"The articles are misleading and missing information. They say I was a jealous crazy ex. That's not true and I didn't try choking her to death nor did I drop a brick on his head." I huff making them look at me.

"What did you do?" Ajax asks. 

"Not what they said I did. Now, excuse me. I'm going to my dorm to get things ready for my therapy session tomorrow." I get up leaving the table. 

So far Nevermore didn't seem that bad from what I've seen and taken in. As I was walking a picture caught my attention and I see my mother in the fencing group photo. "I swear you were born with that hair." I shake my head at the photo. 

"Valentine Addams." A boy stands next to me looking at the photo with me. 

"Let me guess, Enid already put me on her blog? She forgot the second D in Addams?" I turn to face him and he looked familiar as he smiles.

"She did. Both. I'm Xavier, Xavier Thorpe." He tells me his name and it rings a bell. 

"That's why you look familiar. My sister saved your life from being cremated with your godmother. I remember telling you that was terrible idea but you insisted."

"I'm surprised you still remember." He chuckles. 

"Why wouldn't I remember you and your intelligent idea?" I chuckle as well, "I'll probably never forget that day because of your hiding place. It brings me joy that I was right." I tell him. 

"Xavier!" A girl calls out his name making us turn to look at her. 

"Girlfriend?" I ask him. 

"Yeah, Bianca. See you around, Valentine." He leaves me so I go to my room to get settled in.

"You didn't say orange was in your color palette." Yoko walks into our room. 

"It goes with Halloween and that's my favorite day of the year." I say typing on my laptop. 

I had a typewriter, just like Wednesday, I used at time because it was a birthday gift to the both of us but I prefer my laptop. Wednesday didn't understand why I would be a slave to technology. One of a few things we didn't have in common. Like mother said we have some similarities but we are each our own person. Wednesday wasn't one for emotions, whether that be showing or caring about others feelings. Me on the other hand is the opposite most of the time. There are times where I will act cold, careless, and heartless to others. We both have sadistic tendencies with a dark personality and take turns on whose the darkest. I personally say she is since there's times where for fun she would try to kill Pugsley growing up.

"So you have to go into town tomorrow for a therapy session. Because you want to or have to?" Yoko asks me. 

"Court order but I've been going to many different therapists since I was ten because of other court orders. Normal people don't tend to agree with how I function as a person. I don't mind going to them because I like to see how long they can last before quitting." I explain to her. 

"You're very odd and out there Valentine." 

She says making me smile, "I take that as a compliment. My sister would too but would prefer it in a ruder way. She's worst than me in some departments."

#wednsday addams #wednesday #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thrope #tyler galpin #tyler galpin fanfic #xavier thrope imagine #tyler galpin imagine #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #ajax petropolus #yoko tanaka #eugene ottinger #divina wednesday #kent wednesday

[johnnys-breastmilk]

Wally anon: Oh no.💔 Then let's just ignore that one. Yupppp. You fr have. to gag him sometimes just because he's THAT loud. But, mhm mhm @ the lower grunts as a dom. It's cause he has more control than in his subby state where he's almost completely lost to the feeling. Oh, he absolutely would. It'd remind him of the feeling of sucking your dick, so his own muffled sounds would make him even harder (he always instantly. gets the most raging boner when sucking you off). And, how could I forget allllll the different types of edible lube (which would all run out by the time both of you were done 🥴).

(My mind went to the same thing dhdjd). It would BY FAR be the most ridiculous attempt at a roleplay & would quickly devolve in both of you laughing at how silly it all was.

It's just that a revenge motive has to REALLY hit right for me to be like, "Okay, points were made" & it just did not feel like it aligned with all the holiday/carving/dinner table iconography. Just a big disconnect there. I wonder what Ryan's motive would be if he's involved since he already has Jessica. Definitely something worth thinking about. (lollllll @ out, very apt) Gotcha @ Zed, though. I can see it based on the extremely limited knowledge I have of those movies. Will keep your recommendation in mind & hope it won't be too. bad if I do end up watching. 👍(kdhdjdk I wondered. if I should specify but that's Ryan Phillippe's character in Cruel Intentions, very much the rich playboy type & a deeply. horny movie)

Exactlyyyy. It all lines up (just like his dick going into your...😳).

As you should be! 🙌 The pool scene was fr one of the greatest gifts the show gave us cause he just looks SO good there (but lol, I know, the sunglasses don't make the most sense, but I'll go with it cause he's hot enough to ignore something like that 🫠). Nah, I get what you mean by saying that. It gives you an advantage to find him if he isn't immediately popping up beside you. 👍

Yesss. I was so. happy cause I was rooting for her as soon as she was announced for Thanks cause I know a lot of people were clowning her for HAT, but like you said, she r e a l l y could not help how that movie turned out. And now she's proved them all wrong! 🥳 hddjjd exactlyyyy. Like, there is zero. point where we, as an audience, understand what Jessica saw in him or why they're teaming up for most of the movie cause the chemistry was just...not. there. And his whole "Oh, I'm such a broody bad boy who's gonna get mad cause my ex I ghosted for a year is dating someone new" routine got old soooo fast. 😴 Yupyupyup & one of THE funniest moments in the entire movie is when he just like...passive aggressively flops Bobby's jacket off of Jessica when she rushes up to him. It's such a subtle thing, but killed me soooo much in the theater. 😭

Oh, yeah, you had a FULL plate, so no wonder.💔 I guess you could say all your hard work paid off. 🫡 Will send a few more by later. Want to make sure I think up enough variety for these various scenarios (& give Ryan a little more attention since we've mainly been focusing on Wally lollll).

Ugh, soooo good just thinking of it. 😮‍💨 And you know the only reason he even works out is so that he can show off for you. Very much a seduction tactic. 🤫 (And there's sometimes where he loves to just...leave the shorts on & pull his dick out from the leg to fuck you without even removing anything cause he's SO hard & horny & can't even waste a second on getting naked, he has to fuck you NOW).

It’s all good LMAO and fitting since… is it controversial to say he’d love like sour gummy worms?? maybe i’m just biased. Yeah his big mouth is good at being vocal and sucking dick (no offense Milo, your mouth is gorgeous sksjs) That’s why it’s perfect to have him sucking you while you finger/tease his hole, because it adds to the feeling you get and he gets to be as loud as he wants. There is no wrong noises his mouth can make when they’re vibrating against your shaft fr. (To the edible lube, I totally agree🫡 that bottle would be gone after one session from using it all over each other)

Exactly!! And it wouldn’t kill the mood, just lighten it from the serious sexiness lmaooo

Yeah I don’t think of pregnancy and marriage with Thanksgiving tbh… (unless ryan’s stuffing me with his dick and baby gravy for thanksgiving🫣) Ryan’s motive could just be that he wants to keep Jessica to himself (but it wouldn’t work, i just love men in masks and the one Wally edit I saw that did a “what if he was ghostface…” didn’t hit the same as Ryan being the killer in this movie.) Cool cool with Zed, I’d write for him just like Wally (and I was gonna do a halloween crossover for double milo🤭 because they could both be on fatal football teams that face off every october 31st, ending with us being the real winner of all of that😩) And yessss that’s totally Josh, but way less complex because he was in like 3 episodes skhskaja

He’s probably a lineman on the football team because he knows to line up that dick just fine…😮‍💨

Milo makes anything work on him, even sunglasses indoors. And yeah maybe I need to write about that too… I got lots to write about 😛 The smell is like a geolocation LMAO

LMAOOO i didn’t see that but since it’s on digital I’ll keep an eye out for it when I rewatch the movie🤭 Yeah I got tired of Bobby fast because he was just another red herring and love interest that didn’t excite me. Ryan had the benefit of already dating Jessica by the time the movie had started, so I was already more invested in their relationship over anything else. Plus, I loveeee how he was into her when she was with someone else and just got what he wanted after Bobby left. King deserves it all frrrr

Don’t worry!! Any Milo character is perfect🖤 and Wally’s fitting for most asks because that’s who we started with, but I won’t object to giving Ryan some love too!! And it did, passed all my classes and got back into the writing swing with my month-long break😮‍💨

He definitely interrupts workouts by workout out only in those shorts. Back to the teasing you in class thing from a few asks ago, this could be another way he does it. Where he’s sitting in a chair (it not breaking, thankfully) and he’s sliding the leg of his shorts up to look like they’re just bunched up from sitting down, but he’s really just letting the growing heat that’s pressing against his thighs pulse and snake out like a tease. And pulling his dick out from the bottom of his shorts is sooo🫣😮‍💨 lazy fucking ftw

#wally clark x reader #wally clark x you #wally clark

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Fourth of July is the holiday when Americans get to day drink usually on the beach, backyards bbqs, or pools while eating way too many hot dogs and hamburgers. Than shoot off fireworks while trying not to burn your fingers off. How are you and your AEW bae celebrating?

I have had a little bit of writer's block with this one, that's why I didn't get it out there on time. Just pretend it's still the Fourth of July (although it isn't that important here). I am also not really happy with it.

This is a prequel to sunburn aftercare, so to speak.

"Christine!!!" I almost tackle my friend down when I hug her. She tumbles a bit, but doesn't fall.

"Calm down, Sweet Tits, it's just been 3 weeks", she replies and giggles.

Next to her, her now husband Trent just shakes his head at me.

"Stop giving me that look, Beretta. You stole my best friend for your excessively long honeymoon! 20 days!! Who does that?!" He just chuckles at my remark and wraps an arm around Christine as I let them into Cash's and my home.

We walk outside to the pool, where Dax and Cash already stand in front of the grill, each a cold beer in hand. As soon as Trent sees, his male sense tickles and he, too, stands next to the grill. I will never understand what it is with men and staring into open fire, watching meat cook itself. I laugh at the sight before pulling Christine along with me, over to where Maria sits on one of the loungers.

Cash knows I do not care much for the holiday itself as I am not American, but I love having our friends around. That's why he suggested we have a little get together at our place. It's just us 6: our newlyweds Christine and Trent, Dax and his wife Maria, and the two of us. We'll have a little BBQ with our best friends before we go to the beach and watch the fireworks there.

As the two ladies get comfortable, I walk over to get some drinks - wine for Christine, and tequila for Maria, she is her husband's wife after all, as well as a beer for myself. When I return, the two are already deep in conversation about Christine's honeymoon. Her eyes are glowing while she talks about all the things they did, the amazing food they had, and just generally about how great Trent is. I smile because I adore how happy she is with him and that they've taken the next step in their relationship. She deserves all the happiness in the world and more.

When she is finished with her story, we all look over to our men, who are in deep conversation themselves. It's either about the same we talked, or they still discuss the beauty of a good ol' BBQ. I think it is option number 1.

My eyes lock with Cash's, and for the first in a long time, I have no idea what the look he gives me means. His focus shifts back to Dax, and it seems our food is about to be ready.

When I turn back to my girls, they both expectantly look at me.

"What?!"

Maria is the first to speak. "You do realize that you're now the only one NOT married?"

I give her a weak smile. "So?"

Now Christine chimes in, looking over the frame of her sunglasses. "Soooo, when are you tying the knot?! You guys haven't even talked about it yet!"

"We actually have...at least we mentioned it. After your wedding, when we had our extended weekend. You know, the sunburn incident."

Both their eyes grow big, and I can't help but laugh. "Chill! We're not engaged. We both just said we wanted to get married to each other eventually. That's it." They both squeal, because they know it is a big step for the two of us to even just say that. It's not that we are afraid of the commitment that comes with marriage, but we both have had our trouble with accepting love. It's like we never felt worthy of love, and needed to learn just that. And it is still a process.

"Keep it down, will ya?" I try to hush them. I freak out a little when Cash walks over to us, but he just tells us the food's ready. I get up and he takes my hand and leads me over to where I set up the table earlier on. Then we enjoy our steaks, burgers, and hotdogs. It is a wonderful evening among friends, filled with funny stories and lots of laughter.

When it gets dark, we drive over to the beach, and I watch my two friends and their significant others walk in front of Cash and myself. It's not that I am jealous, but their comment keeps ringing in my ears.

I'm the only one not married...

As we walk along, Cash puts his hand on the small of my back and presses his lips on my temple. I grin and lean into his embrace. No matter how long we have been together, I still get flustered when he gets all soft with me. It makes me weak in the knees and my stomach turns in the most delicious way imaginable.

We find a nice place and wait for the fireworks to start. As soon as they go off, I notice in the corner of my eye that Trent is making out with my best friend, like a bunch of teenagers. I chuckle lowly and lean against Cash who's standing behind me. He, on the other hand, watches how Dax holds his wife close to him and kisses her cheek.

They are all so happy...

Then I feel his arms wrap around my stomach while he rests his head on my shoulder.

"Marry me please, Cash." I hear the words come out of my mouth before my brain can even process what they mean. When I realize what I just said, I feel...relieved. Free. Those words needed to come out.

Behind me, I hear Cash puff out a gust of air before he kisses my neck and whispers in my ear. "You always have to beat me to it, Buttercup." I notice him fumbling in his pocket and then he holds a velvet box in front of me. When he opens it, I see a beautiful ring with a single mint green gem.

"How long...?", is everything that comes out of my mouth as I turn my head to face him. His eyes are watery when he answers me. "Two months." My eyes tear up as well, and I press my lips against his. "I love you so much, babygirl", he says when we pull apart, "And I have known for quite some time that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So yes, I will gladly marry you." Then he slides the ring on my finger.

"I love you too, baby. Can't wait to brag with my handsome, talented husband." We kiss again, and I feel like I am on cloud nine until Christine's voice brings me back down to earth.

"Did....did you just get engaged!?!" Our only answers are cheesy grins on our faces. She jumps up and down like a child and then throws herself at me, congratulating me. The kerfuffle she causes makes everyone around us notice what just happened and all the strangers start clapping. I hide my face in Cash's neck. "Oh God, make it stop, baby." I say, lips ghosting over his skin.

He laughs at my comment. "Oh come on, Buttercup, let's give them a show." Then he cups my face and brushes his lips against mine before passionately kissing me. I melt into his touch and don't care about anyone else around anymore. He's all that matters. When we stop kissing, I tell him the Fourth of July now is my favorite holiday.

#the best girl asks i answer #top girls out #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagine #aew #cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler #all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction

[crinkled-emotions]

ok! it’s a very basic request, i love ur daderick story and the dynamic u show between amelia and rooster, can u write a fic elaborating on that and maybe showing more of their relationship? i love the idea of protective older brother rooster so maybe u could add that in🥹

Heheheh, here it is!! I took a break from writing sickfics to get this published, and for some reason it's giving Last of Us vibes??

I would just like to say it's not giving those vibes because there's zombies. There are no zombies in this fic. No clickers, no stalkers, not even a shambler (this is way past a joke lmao).

Anyway! It's time for... *checks spreadsheet* Big Brother Bradley! I hope this is what you were thinking about!

Maverick tossed the last of the luggage into Penny’s car, quickly closing the door so the luggage didn’t come back out. Penny rolled her eyes, snorting as she glanced over at Amelia.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You could stay with grandpa,” she said. Amelia fixed her with a glare.

“I’ll be fine. It’s, like, three days-“

“-it’s a week, kid,” Pete said as he walked over with his hands on his hips. Penny pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling.

“I don’t like the idea of you home alone, it’s not too late…”

“Penny, I think she’ll be okay.”

“I’m not okay with it!”

“Amelia, who do you call in the event of an emergency?” Pete asked.

“Bradley.”

“And last person?”

“Bagman.”

“Ah, see, Pen, she’ll be fine.”

Pete walked away, pausing in front of Bradley who had come to say goodbye to Pete and Penny who were going away for the week. It wasn’t a honeymoon, it wasn’t Pete’s retirement holiday or him using all of his leave, it was just a holiday.

Okay, maybe it was something similar to a honeymoon and maybe it was Pete’s retirement present.

No one’s allowed to talk about him retiring.

Now that Pete was gone, Penny gave her daughter a hug, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“Now, who do you call first?”

“Grandpa.”

“And last?”

“Bagman.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s right. But what if grandpa’s not available?”

“Call base and ask for Bradley.”

Bradley appeared out of nowhere, Pete right behind him. He was going to hang around for a little while after Pete and Penny left, just in case Amelia got cold feet, but she was counting down the minutes until he was gone. She had pizza to order and Animal Crossing to play; with Bradley gone she could play music too. God, she had all of the plans.

“Alright, honey, we should get going. Be good, I love you, call us tonight.”

“I love you too, mom. Have a good trip.”

Amelia held on tighter to her mother for just a little longer, squeezing her eyes shut. As excited as she was to have the house to herself, a part of her was also scared as hell.

“Alright kid, be good. You know who to call if you need anything.”

Pete gave her a hug too, and despite only being back in her life for less than a year she felt just as safe with him as she did her mother. When she glanced over at Bradley he was leaning against his Bronco, sunglasses on. He didn’t look particularly bothered at all.

He never really did.

Ah, well, except that one time Hangman picked at him at the Hard Deck- heh. Story for another time.

“Be good, Bradley!” Pete yelled as he got into Penny’s car. Bradley waved him off as they pulled out of the drive. The second the car was gone he pulled up his sunglasses and Amelia turned on her heel to follow him into the house.

-

“What are you doing?”

“Thank me later.”

Bradley was working through the liquor cabinet, pulling bottles out and into reusable bags. Amelia crossed her arms.

“Y’know I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be watching me, not robbing my mom’s liquor cabinet.”

“That’s cute.”

He kept going and she tugged on his shoulder.

“Seriously, what are you doing?”

“You have the house to yourself for a week. There’s no way in hell you’re not going to have a party.”

“Ew, socialising? Fuck no.”

Bradley lifted his head finally, staring at her.

“No party? How old are you again?”

“I’m sixteen and I have a date with my switch and a pizza that’s arriving in half an hour.”

Bradley shook his head.

“Okay, I stand corrected. You scare me a little.”

“Look, I’m good. You don’t have to hang around, I know today’s your only day off. I’m sure you want to, I dunno, go hang out with your friends or whatever people do at your age.”

“At my age? Did you just- did you just call me old?”

“Yes. Yes I did.”

Amelia crossed her arms. Bradley rolled his eyes.

“Okay, fine. I’m going to go, but- just… call me. Don’t do anything stupid, okay? Be careful.”

“Yeah yeah, I know.”

He stood and headed for the door. As much as she was glad to see the back of him a part of her wanted to call out and ask him to stay.

Then she had a better idea.

“Hey, Bradley?”

“Yeah?”

Bradley stood by the door, hand on his hip.

“Did you… when you were my age…”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He winked, and then walked out the door. Amelia heaved a sigh.

-

“How did it go?”

“Eh, she’s fine. I honestly think Mav and Penny were more worried than Amelia was. She was more concerned about what pizza she was going to order.”

“What did she end up going with?”

Phoenix stepped back to let Rooster into her apartment, raising an eyebrow at him. He shrugged.

“I dunno. She wasn’t eyeing Penny’s finest so I figured she was good to hang by herself.”

“She’s not you at fifteen, Roos,” Hangman said from where he’d draped himself across the top of the couch like a cat. Rooster was suddenly tempted to push him and see what happened. When he glanced at Phoenix she shook her head and he pouted. She was right; he’d have to wait until there were no witnesses. Fanboy and Bob were sitting on Phoenix’s other couch, Fanboy glancing up.

“Hey, did you lock up the booze?” He asked Rooster, who shrugged.

“She honestly didn’t seem interested. She said she had a date with her switch and a pizza.”

“That’s a mood,” Bob said at the same time as Hangman snorted in amusement.

“Yeah, I didn’t seem that interested either in front of my parents but I definitely was. My sister came to check on me and I seem to remember her gagging as she mopped the bathroom.”

He scrubbed at his eyes, glaring at Rooster.

“I know what you’re thinking. Do you want me to kick your ass?”

“It’s just so tempting,” Rooster deadpanned. Hangman’s grip on the couch tightened a little.

“You wouldn’t-“

“-hey! Focus; are you going to go and check on Amelia later?”

Payback snapped his fingers at Rooster who shrugged.

“I’ll text her at dinner, then again before I go to bed. She’s fine, she’s been home alone over the weekend before.”

“That’s not a week, Brooster,” Bob said. He kicked his legs up and on to Fanboy’s lap, reaching for his phone.

“Damn, really?” Rooster deadpanned. He facepalmed.

“She called me Bradley.”

The others all burst out laughing, Coyote patting Rooster on the shoulder.

“That is your name, right?”

“Shut up.”

-

Amelia stretched, lazily glancing up at the clock. She realised it was nearly 8pm and she was… bored. She never thought she’d see the day she was home alone and bored. She put her switch down and reached for her phone, realising Bradley had texted about ten minutes ago.

Bradley: you alive?

Amelia: consider this my notification of death

Bradley: hilarious

Bradley: have you eaten dinner?

Amelia: what are you, my mom?

Bradley: I could never make a whiskey sour like your mom

Bradley: have you?

Amelia: yes I ate chill out

Amelia: do you need a Xanax??

Bradley: surprised you know what that is

Bradley: are you in your mom’s med cabinet?

Bradley: just making sure you’re okay

Amelia: bye Bradley

She put her phone down and got up, searching for the TV remote. She was in the mood for something a little… spookier, now that Bradley had riled her up a little. If he asked later she’d say it was his fault. Criminal Minds popped up and she knew exactly what she was going to spend the rest of the night doing. She also reached for her phone again. Criminal Minds went really well with cookies and cupcakes.

-

Rooster was only half awake when he realised his phone was violently vibrating on his bedside table, and he grimaced as he reached for it.

“H-fuck- hello?”

“Bradley?”

Rooster sat bolt upright in bed, already kicking off the sheets to find a pair of sweats.

“Amelia? What’s wrong?”

“Can you come over?”

She sounded small, like the baby she was when Bradley saw her last almost fifteen years ago and she'd fit in his hands. He frowned, pulling his phone from his ear and checking the time before searching for his hoodie.

“Hey, can you tell me what’s going on? Do I need to call the cops?”

“N-no cops, I just- I’m sorry.”

Rooster paused.

“Oh, shit, Amelia, I- you don’t have to apologise, okay? You are not in trouble at all, it’s nothing. I’m actually pretty good at getting up at odd hours.”

That was a lie.

His callsign wasn't Rooster for his inability to get up with the sun-

“I’m sorry Bradley,” Amelia sobbed. Rooster winced.

“Kid, hey, can you take some deep breaths for me? I need you to slow down, you’re really scaring me. I can call your mom, if- if you feel more comfortable-“

“-no!”

Rooster stopped, mid-struggle into his pants and landing on his ass on his bed. He was also pretty confused.

“Uh-?”

“Please don’t call her. She’ll never leave me alone again.”

“Gotcha. Okay, I’m on my way. Do you need me to grab anything on my way?”

“No.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in- uh- probably ten? Fifteen at the latest.”

Silence. Then, a sniff.

“Can you bring chocolate?”

“Jeez kid, it’s- is it seriously 3am? Fuck, okay, I’ll grab chocolate on the way. Are you gonna rip my head off if I get the wrong type?”

“No.”

“Alright, I’m coming. Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“Please,” Amelia whispered. Rooster scrubbed at his face, searching for his car keys.

“Hold on for me, kiddo.”

-

Amelia listened to Bradley chatting to himself, swearing as he stubbed his toe on his way down the stairs. He then kept up a running commentary whilst he drove, taking the piss out of people doing dumb shit at odd hours of the night. She stayed curled up in bed, pulling her blankets over her head to listen to him ranting about the way the air conditioning wasn’t working properly in his Bronco and how he was going to have to pay to get it re-gassed again.

“Surely you can just do it yourself?” Amelia whispered. She heard Bradley chuckle.

“No, kid, I can fix most of the shit but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to touch the air.”

“Oh.”

She grimaced at the pain radiating through her abdomen, curling up tighter.

“Can you fix my car?” She whispered.

“You sound like you’re in pain, kid. What’s wrong?”

He heard the pain in her voice but she knew he was confused. She whimpered.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Can’t you hurry up?”

“Amelia, I’m trying not to break the law here. Alright, I’m turning into your street. Go and unlock the front door then you can go back to bed.”

She managed to climb out of bed then walked down the hallway, pausing to unlock the door. She then crawled back into bed and pulled the blanket over her head, waiting for Bradley to get there. He’d hung up their phone call so she knew he wasn’t far away.

Sure enough, the front door opened and she poked her head out.

“B?”

“Comin’.”

She knew he was kicking his shoes off- her mom always chased him about it. Apparently she’d been doing it since he was a kid. It was kind of sweet.

Finally, he appeared in the doorway and she sniffed. His eyes fell.

“Okay, c’mon, up. C’mere.”

-

Sitting on the couch, hot chocolate in a mug on the coffee table, Amelia stifled a sob and buried her face in the arm of the couch. Bradley reappeared from the kitchen, nudging at her shoulder so he could sit. She leaned into his side when he gave her a hug.

“Do you want to tell me what’s got you so worked up?”

She hummed, taking the tissue he passed over.

“I got my period.”

“Haven’t you had, like, a million of those- ow!”

Amelia had thumped Bradley in the shoulder and he winced, rubbing the spot with a frown.

“Sorry?”

“I got my period and mom isn’t here and everything hurts.”

Her lip wobbled again and he panicked, pulling her tighter against his side.

“Okay kiddo, okay… shhhh… do you need me to go and get you… stuff?”

“Shut up.”

Despite the way she punched his shoulder and the way she acted, she still leaned into him and waited for him to figure out next steps.

“Alright, new plan; I’m gonna get you some advil, you’re gonna pick some dumbass documentary, and then you’re gonna get some sleep. I’ll call your mom later and ask her for some tips.”

“Thanks.”

Amelia didn’t move. She could feel Bradley shifting, preparing to get up, and she sat up to let him get off the couch. He went into the bathroom and came back with the box of Advil, tossing it to her.

“Drink the hot chocolate.”

She grabbed the TV remote while she was at it and flicked through the channels, huffing as Bradley flopped into the armchair. He was apparently texting according to the way his brows furrowed for a second, then he reached over and poked Amelia’s arm.

“Tash says you need a heating pad to stop the cramps.”

“That sounds so good.”

Then she sat up.

“Tash?”

“Ah. Phoenix.”

“You whore, Bradley.”

“Oh, god, no.”

He burst out laughing, highly amused.

-

“Amelia? Honey, hey, what happened?”

Penny was frantic, worried as she paced the deck. Pete watched her, reaching for his phone. Sure enough it was buzzing and he answered the call.

“Hey, Roos. How’s it going?”

“You have to promise you’re not gonna laugh.”

“Oh, god. Is this gonna be like the time with the bottle of vodka-“

“Mav.”

Rooster sounded embarrassed- humiliated, even.

“Okay, fine, I guess I can hold on to that. Are you okay?”

“Ah, yeah, I got a wake up call around 3 this morning. Amelia’s fine, before you lose your shit. She’s still asleep for now.”

Maverick glanced over at his wife, watching the way she softened as she spoke to her daughter.

He wondered if he had the same look now, listening to Bradley.

#Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Amelia Benjamin #Top Gun Maverick #Top Gun: Maverick #TGM

[clarktooncrossing]

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT IS I, CLARK! HERE WITH A LITTLE DOSE OF WEIRDNESS!

Ah, summer time is here once more. You all know what that means, right? Indeed, it means I'm working on art for Halloween and Christmas! Ha ha! What can I say, I plan on being prepared this year. Santa Clark hates getting caught with his pants down. Luckily that won't be a problem this year, as I've already got six sketches cemented for the Spoopy Season and have began work on two illustrations for the Jolly Season. My determination has been amplified ten fold! Surely nothing could distract me now, right? Enter @burningthrucelluloid to argue otherwise with something he had found on Twitter. A talented artist by the name of @QalcoveArt had drawn a pin-up of Zootopia's Judy Hopps in a two piece bathing suit to celebrate something called National Bikini Day. Keep that furry fuel alive, Internet! I kid of course, really Alec and I were moreso shocked that such a Holiday existed. We laughed at first, then Alec had a thought. He had envisioned his alien wasp princess Exa sporting a two piece herself, posing all pretty like before eating her outfit, much to the objections of her human friend Jackie. Seeing my friend take initiation, I suggested he design the bikini with a honey comb pattern, which is how we ended up with this:

Now THAT, my friends, is comedy! 

It certainly got a great reaction on my Discord server once he posted it there too. Afterwards we started talking about Jackie and Exa's friend Rosie, my own cosmic cutie charged with cataloguing the cosmos, and what she'd look like in a bikini. What the Masked Maniac had yet to realize was that he had issued me a creative challenge. One all too tantalizing to pass up. Thus I spent all of Thursday sketching Rosie in a snazzy two piece suit sporting the whimsigoth style. It had first been introduced to me by @sleepy-teacup and had proven to be a perfect match for my sentient space anomaly when I drew her as a wizard in my last Sketch BOOM. Anybody who wants to see how that turned out can click here! For now, we can marvel at this piece that took hardly any time to complete. My sketch was completed within an hour or two, leaving me with the task of coloring the thing in. However, I was coloring the thing in at two in the morning. I was only halfway done when I saw my clock read 4:00. Two hours had passed?! Darn me and how easily I get distracted! No doubt I would've continued coloring this were it not for Foxhatart telling me to get my insane, spotted butt to bed. Cut to the following Friday when I finally finished up the rest of this picture, giving Rosie her fiery red stars, dotting her bathing suit with golden stars, and giving her a beach ball and sunglasses for added style points. Now she's ready to have a rockin' summer in whatever universe she's currently visiting! All of this for a Holiday I technically missed. Either way, I hope you all enjoy.

Oh! And to those wondering about my Commissions, expect an update on that soon!

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

#clarktoons #clarktooncrossing #cartoons #cute #rosie #Rosie Stardust #multiverse #cosmos #space #national bikini day #bikini #swimsuit #ai sucks #digital art #summer

[children-of-epiales]

Tis the season

     Rouen didn’t dare turn around. She knew the boys were smiling because of how red her face was.

“ This is silly-why are you even getting invested in-in me being nice?” The question came out all wrong, but it’s all she could manage until the embarrassment wore off. “ You know what I mean!”

Joshua cracked up first, and it didn’t take long for Augustin to join him in the laughter. “ You see, Rouen, this is how we know you have a horrible crush on Ngoma.” The former pointed out. “ Giving a gift isn’t difficult for you, but if it’s for someone you love-”

“ I don’t love Néon!” Rouen hissed loudly and bitterly at the boys. Her eyes grew at what she just did and the brunette removed her glasses so she could cover her eyes. “ Why can’t you two just let me be miserable?”

“ Because you’re getting embarrassed and upset over something that is perfectly human,” Augustin answered, his voice carrying some fierceness as well. “ Joshua, me, Hayat, Evangeline-everyone knows you-you care about Sens more than you’d like. We want this to happen for you and we know you’ve been making your own efforts to get close with them anyway.”

“ They’re some very sad efforts, so I decided you earned yourself a B plus for trying multiple times.” 

Augustin glared down at Joshua, his eyes narrowed to remind the Irishman of the conversation they had earlier. “ Okay I know the joking doesn’t help-” Joshua said to correct himself, “-but can we all agree that there’s an easier way to go about getting close with someone instead of having multiple, short conversations about small details?”

Rouen had half of a mind to ask how long Joshua watched her approach Néon and lose nerve before she could say something important to them, the realization that they were being quite patient with her struck her. “ You’re right.” The brunette muttered as she leaned against the lockers. “ But giving Néon a gift-that’s really bold, and you know the rules about being buddy-buddy is around here.”

A loud “Ha!” escaped the boys at the same time. “ Don’t you worry about that, Rouen-we got the dirt about Pulse and Hibana being ‘buddy-buddy’!” Joshua announced cheekily. “ We heard that Mr. Sunglasses split with Hibana before he joined Nighthaven; how she feels about that-I couldn’t get-but that’s not important. What is important is that you have a chance.” 

“ Okay-” Joshua placed a hand on Rouen’s shoulder and they sat down on the bench together. “ How about we start small first? You invited Ngoma to the holiday dinner-we’ll host it on the twenty-seventh and then see about New Years, how’s that sound?”

“ The twenty-seventh? I can’t ask Néon for that-”

“ Of course you can.” Augustin cut in. “ Think about it: when’s the last time someone joined us in one of our celebrations? I think Six would certainly approve of the arrangement. And who would Sens be to say no?”

Rouen put her glasses on and let out a very tired sigh. Who would she be to back out of an opportunity to get closer to Néon? Especially when she had so much support? 

“ Just do me a favor…” The brunette requested. “ I’ll ask Sens to come to the dinner, but you two better let Evan know about this. The last thing I want is to have to explain myself in front of everyone-do you guys hear me?” 

Joshua sat up straight and saluted his friend. “ Understood, Ma’am!” He stood up and motioned for Rouen to hurry up. “ Now c’mon, c’mon! You’ve got a lovely Belgian person to ask out to dinner!”

“ Don’t say it like that!” Rouen chastised, her face immediately flushed again. 

While Joshua went to fulfill his end of the bargain, Augustin and Rouen went to fulfill the latter’s end and tried to look for Sens. 

They found the Belgian operator speaking to Melusi; they both still wore their Wolfguard uniforms, so it appeared they just finished training together. 

“ Those uniforms have grown on me-” Joshua quietly revealed to Rouen, “-especially those blue colors, I guess I was so used to what Nightmare was doing that the color choice seemed-I don’t know-bold? It certainly looks nice on Ngoma though, doesn’t it?” He patted his friend firmly in the middle of her back. 

Rouen rolled her eyes. “ You keep your mouth shut unless you’re absolutely positive you’re gonna say something helpful, got it?” 

“ Hey I’m the best wingman-” 

The brunette shushed Joshua before she tried to force herself to approach the two Wolfguard members; she paused upon noticing Sens already spotted her, watching as they and Melusi went their separate ways and they approached the two Nightmare members.

Feeling a sudden boost of confidence and determination, Rouen decided to dive head first into the conversation. “ So we were wondering-I was wondering but we were wondering too-there’s gonna be a dinner…” She paused, trying to think of how to make sense of all the babbling she just did. “ It’s going to be at my place this year, we-Nightmare-we try to do it every year and-and it’s fun and there’s food there. If you’re into that sort of thing.” 

She went quiet for a moment after noticing the humored smile that appeared on Sens’ face. “ I’m very into eating food for the holidays,” They said, “ are you asking me if I’d like to go?”

From behind Rouen, Joshua gave the Belgian a thumbs up. 

“ Yeah, I’m pretty sure I am…” The brunette confirmed, knowing her face was horribly flushed. “ If you can’t go, that’s fine too. I-uh-I know I don’t exactly see you as much as I should. I mean like talk to you when I see you-but I know you’re busy and all so-” Her chest felt so heavy, she wanted to fall to her knees and curl up in a ball. But Rouen knew she wouldn’t regret asking Sens to attend the dinner, this would be the first step of her attempt to make it known that she liked them.

“ Augustin and I are cooking this year too,” Joshua spoke up from behind the Canadian. “ We’re pretty damn good cooks, if I do say so myself.”

“ Oh, well if that’s the case-how could I refuse?” Sens said, shrugging their shoulders as if that comment sealed the deal. 

Rouen’s mouth fell open and she glanced back at her friend. “ What-are you two working together or something?” The question came out a little more sour than she wanted, and only Joshua knew that. 

Sens’ eyes grew a little, recognizing that the brunette clearly didn’t mean like being co-workers, but that they had agreed to play some nasty joke on her. “ Rouen, I wouldn’t just go to the dinner party for the food…” They put a hand on Rouen’s arm. “ I would like to go because you invited me, I was only joking about the food part.” 

They offered the brunette a soft smile. “ So, when is the dinner?” 

When Rouen clearly seemed to be speechless, Joshua stepped in for her again. “ The twenty-seventh! We’ll pay for your flight, Buddy-so don’t you worry about that!” 

Sens acknowledged Joshua with a joyful grin-a typical response to his silliness-but before they had to go, they gently squeezed Rouen’s arm and wished her and Joshua well. 

“ I swear-” Rouen mumbled as she turned to face Joshua, “-I’m gonna die, J. Please help me.”

“ Oh no-there will be none of that, not before you confess your feelings to Ngoma.” Joshua reminded his friend. “ Then you can pass out, and-you know-it’ll be one of those scenes from the movies. They’ll pick you up and their face will be really close to yours and-”

“ J!”

Tag list: @poisonedtruth @kryptonian-puppy

#r6 ocs #r6 reaper #r6 Ōkami #rouen blake #joshua sakurai #r6 fic #rainbow six siege fic #about the tag list #i kinda like it but if you dont wanna be tagged thats fine just let me know #also sorry its been so long since ive written #but for this i really had some motivation so #also there's an oc in here that i have not posted information about #i forgot about that but if you wanna know about him feel free to ask #also still working out the writing kinks with him #also how i end my fics im still weird about #but i tried #also writing sens #still definitely working on that

[imthebadguyyy]

Not sure if your request are open, but I thought I’ll give it a try x love the way you write so I hope you’ll do it.

With Daniel Ricciardo where you are on holiday (somewhere with a beach) and you were playing never have I ever with your friends, and one question was “you ever had sex on the beach?” And you drink as to say you did, but Dan doesn’t, so all your friends start teasing him, after that he’s really mad at you and doesn’t speak to you all night and just stare at you, when at the and of the night you were in your room, and had enough of they way he was treating you, you had a heated discussion, and the result of that is that he takes you to the beach and a lot of smut happens and he says “who fucks better” or “who shag you’ll remember now? Me or the other guy”

I don’t know something like that, please make it super long, super angsty and super smutty, hope it makes sense 🙊

A/N - The way I screamed at this request because YES oml. I hope this lives up to whatever you wanted, and thank you so much 🥺🤍 (also super smutty? You're speaking my love language)

Rendezvous

Pairing - Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Summary - A game of never have I ever with your friends in Amalfi reveals some information about yourself that just does not sit right with Daniel. He decides to prove to you just how good he is at his job.

Warnings - smut, jealousy?, possessiveness

Dating a Formula 1 driver meant that your boyfriend was away most of the time, while you were away touring or recording with the girls. So when an opportunity like summer break came along, the two of you decided to go on a holiday to Italy with some of your friends, to take full advantage of your time together. It had been a tough year, with Daniel finding it difficult to adjust to the McLaren car, and you adjusting to not having Jesy in the band anymore. To cheer the both of you up, you had planned an eight day vacation to Italy, the Amalfi Coast in particular, along with Michael, Jade, and a few other friends.

It had been three days of sun, sand, wine, romantic sunsets and a massive Italian villa Daniel had rented for the whole time you were there. To be very honest, the whole vibe of the Italian house and beach made you want to permanently move there, but you decided to keep that conversation in mind for later. Maybe one day the two of you would end up living in a villa in Italy. But for the present, you adjusted your sunglasses on the bridge of your nose, and basked in the rays on the Sun on the golden coast of Amalfi. The boys had wanted to go out on a yacht, so you had simply rented one, and here you were on the deck, sprawled out on a lounge chair in a black bikini and yellow bikini kimono margarita in hand, while your Roman God of a boyfriend sipped beer and played a game of soccer with Michael.

Jade was lounging on the chair next to yours, in a white bikini, reading a book and sipping her champagne. When you had asked her if she wanted to go on vacation with you guys, she had immediately agreed, and the two of you had excitedly fine tuned the details of the vacation. Perrie and Leigh had wanted to come, but they had babies to look after (yes I added them just because)Bopping your head to the addictive beat of My Heart Goes by Becky Hill, you glanced over your shoulder to see where Daniel was, spotting him near the wheel with his beer, his blue patterned swim shorts complementing his extremely well toned body and his abs. Letting your eyes take in the glorious sight, your lips involuntarily ran over your lips, a short gasp leaving your mouth, earning Jade's attention almost at once.

"Enjoying ourselves are we?" her cheeky comment made you look up at her with a start. "Hell yeah I am" you replied, eyes following Daniel's movements as he raised his bottle for a sip of his drink. "Well earth to Y/N! Let's not get drool on you babe" Jade replied, smirking when you blushed. "Oh shut up. It's not my fault he looks that damn fine every single day" you mumbled, taking a sip of your green apple margarita to try and cool the sudden frustration you were feeling. "I'll give you that one hun. Well, I need a refill, I'll be back in a moment. Try not to jump your boyfriend while I'm gone" she said, earning a playful smack from you as she passed. When she had gone to the lower deck, Daniel passed the steering wheel to Michael, walking over to you, a broad grin on his face.

"Hiya doll! You having fun?" he asked, motioning for you to move and sit on his lap. "Yeah I am, the view here is to die for!" you replied with a smile, standing up so he could sit on your seat and you could sit on his lap. "The water is beautiful today" he agreed, running his fingers over the waistband of your bikini. "Yeah it is, but that wasn't the view i was talking about. The one I liked is right her" you purred in his ears, as his fingers gently moved the kimono you were wearing away from your legs. "Which view did you mean baby?" he mumbled back, lips close to your cheekbone, his warm breath hitting your cheeks. "You. Better than any beach, and any sea" you mumbled back, tilting your head back so he could rest his lips on your neck. "I'm honoured, but the real view is you my darling. Especially in that bikini, mmm, you look so gorgeous. And have I told you that you look best when you've got the most minimal of clothing on?" "You may have mentioned it" you replied, feeling goosebumps break across the surface of your skin, as his hands inched their way towards your thighs, his thumb pressing into your waist, when he tilted his lips up, pressing them to yours, his other hand reaching up to caress your neck, before tightening around you neck, his pointer sliding up to your hair. You kissed back, hands finding leverage on his body, one on his toned thigh, just on his tattoo, the other on his broad shoulder, gasping when his fingers tugged at your hair, forcing your mouth open, so he could push his tongue into your mouth. Moaning softly, he pulled you closer to him, something that seemed impossible, considering that you were already on his lap, but you moved even closer to him, moving your legs so you were straddling him, kissing back with just as much urgency, as your tongues battled for dominance.

But before you could do anything else, someone cleared their throat near you, making you pull away hastily, chest heaving, to find Jade looking at the both of you, a smirk on her lips. "Well, well, well, would you look at this! I told you not to jump him here, yet, here we are" "Oh shut up" you mumbled, burying your face in his shoulder, making him smile back at Jade. "Spoilsport. What do you want?" he asked her, moving so you were sitting sideways on his lap instead. "I came to say we're going to play Never Have I Ever, so come back down and have sex later" she said, running back away before you could say something to retaliate. Sighing, you stood up, extending your hand to Daniel, as he pulled himself up too. "Don't worry babe. I promise I'll make it up to you later, I really will" he mumbled against your ears, pressing a kiss to the outer shell of it, before leading the both of you downstairs.

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Settling down in a circle, your group of seven pulled out bottles of chilled beer, as you settled in front of Daniel, your back pressed to his front. "I'll go first" Michael piped up, smirking.

"Never have i ever gone skinny dipping" he asked, earning a chorus of "oohs" and "good one" from your group of friends. Exchanging a glance with Jade, the both of you raised your bottles to your lips, sipping the cold beer.

"You've gone skinny dipping?" Michael asked you in shock, not expecting you and Jade to have been so bold. "Yeah we did, during tour actually. Dont blame, blame Don Julio" you replied.

"Alright, never have i ever thought a friend's baby was ugly" Daniel chimed in, making you laugh and shake your head. Much to your surprise, everyone except yourself and Daniel.

"You guys really are bitches" he murmured from behind you, tracing a pattern onto your exposed skin.

"Oh fuck off mate" Michael replied, before Jade intervened. "I have a good one, never have i ever had sex on a beach"

Her sentence was met with smirks and curious looks, everyone's jaws dropping when you took a sip of your drink, flushing at the surprised stares. "Y/N, you've had sex on the beach?" Jade asked, shock written on every inch of her face. "Yeah baby, you've had sex on the beach?" Daniel asked, voice slightly lower than usual.

"Well, um, yeah, in a way i guess. But it doesn't really count because the guy was such a mess and i don't think he had any idea what he was doing, and i really don't think it counts. Whose next?" You answered in a rush, feeling your boyfriend tense up behind you.

"Wow Daniel, looks like you missed your chance" one of his friends chimed in, missing the strained note in Daniel's laugh. You didn't.

For the rest of the game, Daniel remained extraordinarily silent, asking a few more questions and taking occasional sips of his beer, but he was quiet, and that was odd in itself.

After about half an hour, it was decided it was getting slightly chilly and it was probably best to go back to the house. Following Daniel to the top deck, you watched as he turned to face the waters, back towards you, muscles tense and taught.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, nervously fiddling with your fingers. "Mmhmm" was his reply. Frowning slightly, you walked forward, gently touching his arm. To your surprise he drew back, walking to the left side of the yacht, leaning on the railing, eyes locked on yours, a strangely intense look in his eyes.

"Was it that stupid question?" You asked, the answer suddenly clicking in your mind. "You bet your ass it was" he growled, the tone of his voice sending goosebumps shooting through your body. "It was just a stupid question, and i already told you, it was a bad experience! Are you jealous of a guy who never made me even feel good?!" You asked, voice raising slightly.

"Yes i'm jealous. The very thought of another man touching you, let alone naked, makes me want to break something, and now i find out you've had sex on a beach, and i know you've had ex boyfriends but it doesn't make it any less infuriating. Only i can touch you, only i can make you feel good" he growled, eyes darkening when you whimpered softly.

Sauntering forward, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into him and yanking your head back. "Only i can touch you here" he mumbled, tracing your neck, "and here", he continued, tracing your collarbone and moving towards your chest, "and here" he continued, rubbing your breasts through the material of your bikini, making you moan softly above him, as he continued to trace lower, tracing your stomach and thighs.

"And most importantly, only I can touch you here" he growled, hand sliding down into your bikini bottoms, cupping your pussy, earning a gasp from your lips. Slamming his lips down to yours, he slid his middle finger along your slit, feeling your wetness grown on his finger, before shoving his tongue into your mouth, and pushing his middle finger into you.

Moaning, your hips involuntarily jerked upwards, a moan of desperation leaving your lips when he pulled his finger out of your pussy and sucking on it, eyes still looking deep into yours.

"Please" you whispered, feeling the wet patch grow in your bikini, mind fuzzy and slow, pussy throbbing at the sight of Daniel sucking your juices off of his finger.

"Please what?" He asked, leaning back against the railing, looking at you expectantly.

"Please, just touch me" you whispered, feeling your arousal dripping down your leg.

"Not now sweetheart. We're gonna wait till we're back home, and then i'll take you to the beach, and i'll fuck you so good you'll forget that you even had sex on the beach with someone else before me"

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The yacht trip back was tense, as you sat beside Jade, foot bouncing in anticipation, while Daniel sat with Michael, occasionally throwing a look your way that had you squirming. Brushing off Jade's concern, you forced a smile onto your face and took a shaky sip of your cocktail, feeling your heart rate increase when Daniel walked by you, hand brushing against the wet spot in your bikini.

When you guys reached the shore, the both of you bid your goodbyes to your friends, and walked up to your room, the tension palpable.

Pulling off your sundress, he pressed his lips to his neck, licking all over the exposed skin, before sinking his teeth down into the spot where your neck and shoulder met.

Sucking a dark hickey onto your neck, he picked up the discarded dress and caught your wrist in a tight grip, mumbling a soft "come on", and leading you down the stairs, sliding out the back door.

Inhaling the smell of the salty air, your lower lip quivered in anticipation of what was to come. Leading you to a secluded spot on the beach, he slammed his lips to yours, dropping the dress in his hands onto the sand, forcing your head up with his hands. "You shouldn't have gotten your nails to look so pretty today baby, they're gonna be ruined when you scratch them down my back" he groaned, pushing you down onto the dress he had layed out. Shedding the tank top he had pulled on, he sunk down onto his knees.

Kissing your neck again, he continued sucking the skin, creating a sort of pattern onto your skin, hand reaching around you to unhook your bikini top, dropping it next to you, capturing your nipple in his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud while he fondled with the other one.

Your moans of "oh, oh my god, oh fuck Daniel" were lost in the breeze that was picking up softly. Kissing lower, he let his tongue circle your belly button, smirking when goosebumps broke out on your skin.

Leaning down lower, he inhaled the scent of your arousal, moaning as his cock hardened against his swim trunks.

"You smell fucking delicious my love, can't wait to taste you"

Moaning at his words, you felt your breath temporarily being snatched from your body when his tongue prodded your entrance, running a finger up and down your slit, his beard brushing against your thighs, the burning sensation making you feel lightheaded.

Pushing his middle finger into your slit, he groaned at the wetness collecting on his finger, your warm walls clenching on his finger, as he pushed his ring finger in as well, the cold metal of his 'lets fuck' ring pressing against your walls, a broken moan of "Dan!" leaving your bruised lips.

He moved his fingers up and down, before switching to a scissoring motion, making you see stars as he let his thumb press down on your clit. Panting, you let out a "fuck! fuck daniel, oh shit don't stop!" whimpering when he groaned against you, the vibrations adding to the intense pleasure gradually coursing through your body.

Replacing his thumb with his tongue on your clit, he sucked the bundle of nerves onto his tongue, as he let his lips enclose around the bud, sucking on your clit, "oh fuck! fuck! fuck dont stop! Oh my god that feels so good oh-" your moans spurring him on as the knot in your tummy tightened, the pleasure intensifying when he grabbed your clit in between his teeth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

"Fuck fuck fuck... please" you can't help but beg, even if you know he’s gonna give it to you either way because he never broke his promises of delivering to you endless pleasure "let it go, my love, cum for me" he mumbled, biting your clit gently, you slowly released onto his tongue with a throaty scream of his name. His fingers slow down but guide you through the pleasure wave, lips leaving soft kisses on your sore pussy.

"Such a good girl for me, hmm?" he mumbled, leaning up to capture your swollen lips in a heated kiss, but not before you caught a glimpse of his lips shimmering with your juices.

Moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, you bit down on his lower lip, finding stability on his broad shoulders.

Whispering a soft "please" you looked into his eyes, your desperation for him to just fill you up taking over your body at an alarming rate, clouding your senses and leaving you almost numb to anything but the pleasure Daniel gave you.

"Want me to fuck you like the bratty slut you are?" Daniel asked, lifting your chin with his pointer, knowing full well your mind was too far gone to form a proper response.

"Yes.." the soft whisper was all he needed to slip out of his colourful swim trunks, lips meeting yours in a kiss, before growling"i'm gonna fuck you till you're so far gone you won't even remember your own name"

He smirked against the skin of your chest, your heart doing a little jump in anticipation. Your mouth dropped wide open when Daniel delivered a rough thrust and pushed into you, a gasp of surprise leaving your lips. Grabbing both of your legs, he pushed them over his shoulders. Before you could process the tingles of pleasure that were beginning to take over your body, Daniel started off rough, hips slamming into yours earning a flurry of moans and groans of his name from your lips, the crown of his cock repeatedly hitting that spot in you that made you clench around him harder and harder.

Your nails scratched along his back, his previous comment ringing in your mind as he dropped his neck into the crook of your neck, his god forsaken beard adding to the realms of pleasure Daniel took you to. His teeth sank in the soft skin where your neck met your shoulders and he sucked on it, roughly. A series of "oh fuck, fuck daniel, oh my god don't stop please!" left your lips like a mantra, your pussy repeatedly clenching down on his cock.

“Do you like that baby? tell me, baby, i wanna know how fucking good i'm making you feel. Did he make you feel this good when he fucked you on a beach?” He growled against the skin of your neck while leaning a little back to look at you. You could barely hear him, an odd ringing in your ears, eyes screwed shut while your legs started to give in and shake. "Tell me darling, who fucks you better? Who will you remember wrecking you on the beach, me or that guy?" he growled, delivering a slap to your ass. His smirk only grew when you muttered incoherent strings of "you, only you Daniel, only you fuck me this good" as a response, not able to think straight. Raising himself slightly, he settled back on his knees, temporarily slowing down the speed of his thrusts.

“Oh fuck, Daniel! you moaned, spurring him on. Having you all spread for him, fucking you like there was no tomorrow and making you feel the way you were feeling was the biggest turn on for the Aussie man, groaning as he thrusted faster. Although he knew that only he could make you feel that good, take you to that special corner in heaven, the thought of your stupid ex made him want to remind of you that very fact.

"Dan, Danny, please" you moaned, when his tattooed hand reached your nipple and tugged harshly. They were both very sensitive to the touch, and you couldnt bring yourself to stop him because the pleasure was so good, and he was so good at pleasing you by touching you in the right places. Smirking, he pinched the sensitive nub between his fingers before lowering his torso and taking it into his mouth, looking right into your eyes as he sucked on it,making a big show of moaning around it, the vibrations on the overly sensitive bud making you scream. Enclosing your nipple in his teeth, they grazed at the sensitive skin and you gasped, scratching the skin of his back even harder, hearing him groan.

“come on baby, come for me" he mumbled, before moving back to knees and thrusting in harder a couple more times. Your back arched and you held onto his broad shoulders for leverage and stability, before the wave of pleasure washed over you as he followed by releasing into you with a deep groan of your name a couple of seconds after. Your legs remained loosely wrapped around his waist as he kissed your cheeks and lips, too tired to move, as he gently pulled out of you.

Lying down next to you, body partially on the golden sand, Daniel turned to you, before saying"so now you've really had sex on the beach" earning a breathy laugh and a punch on the shoulder from you, the proud smirk on his face growing.

"Oh shut up" you mumbled, looking up at the sky, still in a state of post orgasmic bliss.

"Bless Jade for asking that question, best sex of my life" daniel said, earning another short cackle from you. "Are you saying sex isn't great with me otherwise?" You asked, a teasing glint in your eyes.

"Oh hell no, sex is always great with you" he smirked back, rolling back on top of you.

"Want me to prove it again?"

"Daniel, i'm going to bed, or we'll both get sand in places there's never supposed to be any in" you mumbled, standing up on shaky legs.

"Careful baby, can't have you falling and injuring yourself" daniel said, reaching forward to scoop you up in his arms.

"Well one thing's for sure" you muttered later that night, curled up in bed. "Whats that?" Daniel asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "We should always plays never have i ever"

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a/n - omg im so sorry this took so long!! i really hope you like it. thank you for reading, feedback and comments are always appreciated !! 🤍🤍

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[tojisun]

Wow, how we break broke me 😢 but that ending though 😳 the little hint of towards y/n/Gojo 😏 imagine somewhere in the future Toji sees y/n, happy with Satoru and their growing family and he can’t help but think to imagine what his and y/n’s babies would look like… but as the saying goes, beggars can’t be choosers

HAHDIWJSJS HAD TO GIVE YN A HAPPY ENDING W A NEW HUBBY!!! it’s what she deserves ;v; [x]

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the fushiguro’s are out for the holiday, visiting the theme park with megumi and his new friend, itadori yuuji. the boy and his parents are a lot chipper than toji’s used to, but his wife and son are having fun so toji follows the mood too.

currently, the itadoris and his wife are buying food for the group while toji watches over the kids. yuuji’s very excitable and energetic, thank god for his son because toji doesn’t know how to tame the little bright brat.

they’re playing with the toys that toji and jin won for them, when toji hears a familiar laughter.

god, how he missed her.

toji turns at the sound, pretending his heart isn’t beating so quick and that the flush on his cheeks have descended even to his neck.

he sees the gojo bastard first. he’s foregone the blindfold, annoying blue eyes framed with a dark sunglasses that are too opaque that even the glare of the sun doesn’t allow for his eyes to be reflected. he’s holding a huge panda teddy on one hand, and the other-

oh–

his other hand is holding onto the handle of a black stroller.

toji’s eyes turns to you after, unconsciously breathing in shakily.

oh.

there you are, smiling at the baby cuddled into your arms. the baby inherited gojo’s white hair, but even from that distance, toji can see that the kid’s eyes are yours.

you blow raspberries on the swell of the kid’s cheeks, chuckling when joyous giggles escape tiny mouth.

gojo shifts close to you, hugging both you and your child in a one-armed embrace, and nuzzling at the crown of your head.

jealousy slams right into toji.

unconsciously, his mind conjured images. images of you wedded to him. images of your family: of a kid with his eyes and your lips and your nose and his hair, sure, since you’ve always liked to play with his hair anyways; two kids, maybe, one girl and one boy who are both mamas children because who wouldn’t be when you are so gentle and so loveable and so caring.

his mind runs quickly, showing how it would’ve been growing old with you: retiring by the seaside, visited by your guys’ children and grandchildren, owning a myriad of pets because you’ve always liked animals.

toji thinks about it all: how it’d be to make love with you until sunrise, sweaty skin not uncomfortable as you both lay tangled under the sheets; picnic dates ending with a sensual love making in a cheap hotel because toji doesn’t have the patience to drive home; his proposal happening in the comfort of your gardens because you’ve always felt at peace when it was just you and him; your wedding in paris.

toji’s mind ran and his heart ached and-

“toji?” the voice of his wife breaks his train of thoughts and toji zones back in the situation, shifting his unfocused eyes to her.

jin and his wife are now feeding yuuji whose leg swing excitedly as he continues to chatter beside megumi.

toji gazes at where you stood, feeling disappointed when he doesn’t see you anymore.

“love, are you okay?” his wife asks, and toji turns to her and grunts in reply.

“yeah,” he says, cringing at the way his voice cracked, “so what’s the next plan?”

toji lets her voice wash over him and chase away his thoughts about you.

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