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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 5 months

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Paring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Warnings: one mention of sex so MDNI (18+), angst, kidnapping

Words: 2.3k

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You are currently reading chapter 11 of The Roommate Series

A small sigh left your mouth as you packed up your backpack.

You had to go back to campus today to return a few items and you couldn’t help but fight with yourself over doing it right now. You had put it off for a day now, unable to get anything done since Simon had left but eventually you convinced yourself it was best to get it over with sooner rather than later.

Part of you was grateful you had put it off until now. It gave you an excuse to get outside of the house, to stop wallowing in your grief and torturing yourself by staying in Simon’s room all day. You needed a small distraction to ease you back into your life without him for however long he’d be gone.

You placed your hand on your chest and felt the dog togs he left you underneath a shirt of his you put on, and you felt your heart warm.

“You don’t need them?” You had asked on the brink of sleep.

The two of you were laid in bed, finally exhausted from the multiple rounds of sex that lasted well into the night. His fingers drew circles into your lower back while he caressed your face, almost purposefully trying to put you to sleep while he never stopped staring at you.

“I can get new ones.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and your eyes fluttered shut.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and took a deep breath. Instead of dwelling on the memory, you grabbed your backpack and made sure you had everything you needed.

Wallet, keys to the apartment, your phone and the burner phone he left on your desk.

It felt wrong to leave the apartment without announcing where you were going. In your heart he was still here, telling you to be safe on your walk and that he was going to be here when you got back, ready to listen to you or to do whatever you wanted.

Soon, you had to keep telling yourself that. He’d come home soon and for much longer.

You stepped out into the summer air and locked the door behind you. You squinted in the light and stepped onto the sidewalk, ready to start the short journey to campus when a black SUV caught your attention.

It was parked in the driveway of one of the apartments that had been empty for a couple months now. It meant you had new neighbors and for a moment you felt a little relieved that you’d have to introduce yourself to them whenever you saw them out. Though, you did find it strange that they didn’t have any boxes they were moving considering you couldn’t remember seeing the SUV there yesterday.

You excused it that maybe they had a moving truck on the way and started your walk towards campus.

It was uneventful like normal and when you got to the actual university, it was practically a ghost town. You expected that much considering there probably weren’t that many people who took summer classes.

You crossed an empty parking lot to the building you needed to be in.

Your footsteps echoed in the empty hall as you made your way to the elevator. Your mind was elsewhere, focused more on what you would do when you get back to the apartment, how you were probably going to stress clean for the rest of the day when you reached the elevator.

You pressed the button to go up and stepped inside.

The door you came through opened and you watched a man in all black step inside the building. The hallway was short enough you could somewhat make out his face and your eyebrows knitted together when he looked…strangely familiar but you couldn’t place where you had seen him before.

He looked around the hallway before he locked eyes with you. He began to walk towards you but the elevator doors closed.

Was he in one of your classes? No, you knew everyone because of how small they were and he wasn’t one of them. Maybe you’d seen him around campus, but campus was also small and you had never seen him walking around before.

You tried to think where you might have seen him but the elevator doors opened with a ding.

It wasn’t long before you were in the office returning the items you needed to. The silence was anything but comforting for your overactive mind as you placed the files away and returned the keys to their proper spot.

What was Simon doing right now? Was he working or did he have a break? Was he taking care of himself, was he thinking about you right now-

The elevator dinged.

You paused and listened to slow heavy footsteps, as if each step was deliberate. It had to be the man from downstairs since you two were the only ones in the building. You don’t remember being told anyone would be joining you to return any materials, since you were the only one given access to the office.

A strange feeling settled in your stomach and your heart raced a little faster. Your hands went clammy but you weren’t sure why you were nervous all of the sudden as you watched the cloudy office window for his shadow.

The man's silhouette appeared in front of the door for a moment before he stalked further down the hall.

You stayed frozen still, your eyes never leaving the door as you listened to him take careful steps. Your mind searched for answers on why he seemed so familiar and why his presence made you feel scared.

He opened a different door down the hallway before he shut it and a couple seconds later he opened another one, shutting after just a moment before he moved on.

Was he…looking for you?

You slowly put your backpack on, breaking out of the stillness that had taken over you and you shook your head. He was probably just looking for a room and couldn’t find it, maybe he was a new professor trying to gather his bearings.

Something inside you told you that wasn’t the truth but you couldn’t believe it. Why would someone be looking for you? Everyone you knew had your phone number; they could just call you if they wanted to speak with you about something.

You were being paranoid, skittish and you wondered if Simon was rubbing off on you.

You shook your head. You had to stop making yourself anxious for no reason, even if your gut told you otherwise. Your heart still raced as you made your way to the office door, but when you grabbed the handle you hesitated.

“I deal with dangerous people.”

Simon’s words echoed in your mind and you swallowed hard. It was too coincidental, too unlikely. There was no chance someone normal would be following you, let alone someone who Simon dealt with at work, you were just so stressed your mind was racing to worst case scenarios instead of thinking logically.

You were about to open the door when the man’s footsteps got closer. Instinctual fear gripped your throat and you locked the door, quietly back away from it until you were sure he wouldn’t be able to see you through the foggy glass.

His shadow appeared again and your heart went into your throat. You watched as he tried to the door and when he realized it was locked he jiggled it a few times, causing you to clench your jaw.

The man huffed and you watched him pull out a phone. He held it up to his ear and began to speak a language you couldn’t understand, the syllabus falling on deaf ears as your heartbeat took over every other sense in your body.

You needed to get home.

He jiggled the doorknob again and you stepped further back into the office.

You stayed silent, barely breathing as you hoped he would give up on trying to open the door. His words were harsh as if he were frustrated as he landed a swift kick against the door that made you jump and press your shaky hands over your mouth.

It felt like hours before he stepped away from the door. You listened to his footsteps go towards the elevator, heard it ding and before long his voice had disappeared.

You didn’t breathe a sigh of relief as you unlocked the door. You rushed out into the hall and ran towards the stairwell on the other side of the building, far from the elevator.

It took immense self control to open and close the door as softly as you could. You couldn’t risk making that much noise if he really was looking for you. Your mind raced as you quietly rushed down the stairs, trying to find out who he was and what he could possibly want with you. There was nothing remarkable about you, nothing you did or had that someone would want from you.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and you were about to exit into the building when you heard voices.

Voices. One belonged to the man who tried to get into the office and another belonged to a different man, but they both spoke the same language. You couldn’t understand a word but you tried to figure out what it was in case you came across them again in the future. Russian?

It didn’t matter as you heard them get closer to the stairwell. You turned around and opened the outside exit door inside.

You stepped out, carefully closing the door before you rushed towards the front of the building to the empty parking lot. You turned around the corner and your stomach dropped to your feet as intense fear washed over you.

The black SUV was parked just a couple feet from the door.

You were being followed.

Your feet carried you across the parking lot. At first you thought that maybe you could walk fast enough to get past it, to hopefully be out of their sights before they even exited the building but you were wrong. Halfway through the parking lot, you glanced behind you to make sure you still had time, and watched them both walk out.

In the split second the three of you spotted each other they ran towards the SUV and you sprinted in the other direction.

Your lungs burned and your chest hurt. Your feet carried you before your mind did as the only thing on your mind was to get back to the safety of your apartment. There was nothing else you could do, no one else you could run to, nowhere else to run to but back home and hope that the slight head start that you had gave you enough time to get there before they caught up to you.

Your neighborhood felt larger than it was, the run back to your apartment felt longer as if the sidewalks were against you in your desperation to make it back. You wished someone was outside, someone was driving by or someone would let you into their house, someone to help you but you didn’t have the time to figure out if they would.

You practically broke down the front door of your apartment. You shoved it closed and locked it, unable to catch your breath as you shook so much you wondered if you’d collapse.

You felt sick as you panicked.

You wanted to call Simon. This counted as an emergency, you knew he’d count it as one but what would he do? He wasn’t here, he was probably in a different country, far from you that something bad would happen by the time he would pick up the phone.

The black SUV stopped in front of the apartment and your mind went to Simon’s gun.

You had no idea how to use, fuck you should’ve let him teach you, but maybe it would be enough to deter them. Maybe they would hesitate to try to break through the doors while you called the cops if you told them you had a gun.

You didn’t think twice as you threw down your backpack and rushed to Simon’s room. You weren’t sure exactly what you would do as soon as you got ahold of his gun but you hoped you wouldn’t have to use it; it had to be enough to just hold it, it had to be.

You opened his bedroom door and froze.

A man sat on the edge of Simon’s bed and met your eyes. He sat there calm and collected as if he hadn’t broken into your apartment, his sharp eyes stared at you with a sort of cold indifference as if he had been inconvenienced. He wore all black just like the others and in his lap was Simon’s gun.

You didn't know what to do. A stranger was in your house, strangers were outside your door and the only weapon you could use for self defense was in the hands of the person who broke into your house.

At that moment you wondered if you were going to die here or if this was going to be the last time you ever saw daylight.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” The man warned, no, threatened you with the tilt of the gun.

It was a mistake but you ran.

You ran back into the living, scared out of your mind because all you could think about was the fact that you were trapped inside the one place you thought was the safest. You were like an animal trapped in a hunter’s cage, prey to men you had no idea what their intentions were.

The front door was kicked down and the two men stepped inside.

You finally got a good look at their faces and you realized with horror that you recognized them from the restaurant that Simon had taken you on your first date together.

They had been watching you this entire time.

You were about to run to the back door when the man from Simon’s room rushed up to you and smacked the gun against your head, knocking you out cold.

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A/N: oops! As if things can't get any worse lol anyway hoped you guys liked it (remember there will be a happy ending)

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sinofthesloth · 5 months

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so how do you think Epel, Vil, Malleus, Azul and Jack Howl would deal with a crush who actually starts running at them and hugging them as a greeting after a couple months of knowing the boys? (The hugs only seem to be reserved for the boys. Crush clearly has a favourite. Probably horrifies people when they first do this to Malleus). Like their senses tingle and they bee line for the boys and suddenly the boys are being hugged by this human with golden retriever energy from behind or somehow this person had teleported in front of them and hugged?

Hey Sin here, not sure if you want all the boys together since you wrote, "Crush clearly has a favourite." but I am going to separate so each boy has his own part. Sorry if this is not how you wanted them. Also this is my first time doing an ask, so thank you for sending one in!

Content/Warnings: Jack's part is more of a general day of school, Epel's part is centered around the Song and Dance Competition (Epel's part has slight angst and talks about Vil's overblot) Azul's part talks about his overblot, Vil's part talks about his fangirls, and Malleus part talks about Sebek a good bit. (I love him) Requested: Yes by @nesting-dreams Word Count: At least 400 per boy. Written: December 1st. Characters: Jack, Epel, Azul, Vil, and Malleus

Jack

At first the hugs didn't confuse Jack. He took in stride and squeezed back. He had younger siblings and knows that sometimes a hug is just what a person needs to get by. He had known you for quite some time.

He was there for Leona's as well as Azul's overblots. He knows the kind of stress that has been put on you, and he wants you to know he will always be there for you.

Jack started to notice his crush on you when he would make eye contact with you across the courtyard and you started to make a dash to him. At first he thought it was cute, but day after day, he started waiting for you. It was a slow realization, but after Deuce called his tail wagging out at the track field, man was embarrassed.

He also noticed you didn't hug the others like you'd hug him. If he was looking away, you'd softly wrap your arms around him. If he was in a group, you'd make sure he saw you coming first. But every time you'd hug any of the other boys it was always a side hug. You would also press him into yourself as much as you could when you hugged him.

He just hoped you wouldn't notice his tail wagging each time you held him close.

Epel

You've seen each other in classes before, but you didn't speak more than a few short sentences with each other. Just enough to know his name and a few facts about him. You two finally got much closer during the Song and Dance competition.

During the first night they all stayed at the Ramshackle dorm, you made your rounds making sure everyone was comfortable. You didn't need Kalim's family to come after you nor did you need Vil's fangirls finding out you didn't bend to the man's every whim. Epel was the last one you checked on before heading into your own dorm room. It was clear he was upset.

That night you sat with Epel into the late hours. He talked about how worried he was. How he felt that he was always underestimated thanks to his feminine looks, and how he knew he would never live up to Vil's standards of him. Of the standards he put upon himself. He talked about how he always put his best foot forward in fear others will never give him a chance if he didn't. He works this hard only to prove he is capable.

That was the first time you hugged him. Since then, every morning you gave him a quick squeeze before serving everyone breakfast within Vil's restrictions. You'd hug him before practice, after practice, during breaks, during lunch, after classes. Anytime you could spare to hug him, you did. You wanted to show him you cared.

At first he'd give you a light tap on the back, but as time passed he fell in love with holding you against him. He was enjoying these hugs these past two weeks. He enjoyed the encouragement and praise you'd give him and it was clear to Rook and Vil how Epel was changing. He was trying harder, he was more attentive, he was doing anything to prove himself to both you and his dorm leaders.

After Vil's overblot, you beelined it for Epel. Grabbing him with one hand in his hair and the other pressing his chest into yours. He wasn't letting you go anytime soon. He could take the whispering comments of the first years and the mumbles of his dorm leaders later.

Azul

Azul wasn't nice to you before his overblot. He used you, used your friends, used his friends and did many other horrendous actions. No matter what he said during his moment of weakness was an excuse to do what he did, but that didn't stop you from taking his words to heart. He was a scared, hurt child. Still was in some sense. He was coming down from his overblot when you hugged him. He held onto you as he cried. All you could do was help him hide his face in your chest as whisper sweet nothing as he latched onto you sobbing.

As time passed, you grew closer to him. He wouldn't talk about the overblot and you wouldn't bring it up. No one knew why you started to randomly walk up to him and hug him. Half the time you wouldn't even give Ace or Deuce a front hug like you did him. Azul refused to drop the boss-man attitude but if anyone looked as close as the twins did, they'd see the way he would twist the back of your shirt with how tight his grip on you was.

Sometimes, when you were behind him, you'd run up and squeeze him from behind, taking him by surprise. That was the only time his face would be covered in apple-red blush. He'd clear his throat and scold you, before opening his arms for you to give him a proper hug.

He couldn't hide his crush from the twins. They'd talk about how you wouldn't give anyone a front hug, much less one from behind. Just recalling it made his face explode.

He grew addicted to see you. Especially from afar. If you thought he'd make it out of a room before you could reach him, you'd run up and tackle him into a hug.

Vil

Vil was never a hard man to find. Just follow the trail of glitter or the clicking of phone cameras. You don't really remember how the two of you got close. It definitely might have been when you were running from Rook and leeched onto Vil to hide behind. From there, the three of you bloomed an odd friendship.

Vil catches on immediately, and in the beginning of it, he does try to get you to stop. Not just for his image, but yours as well. There have been videos of you running up and jumping on him for a hug. A few of you hold him for just a moment to long and pictures upon pictures of the two of you.

There are multiple theories about the two of you online. Rook loves reading these out loud to Vil while he is getting ready for the day. Seeing his face tint with a cherry red color always puts a smile on Rook's face.

It gets to the point that you'll stop hugging him and instead wave or jokingly bow toward him instead. Which just ignites a fire on the internet. His fangirls want to know if y'all broke up? If y'all were ever together? What happened? Why aren't you hugging anymore? Vil didn't know what to do. He seemingly was going through a mode. Rook called them withdrawals. Epel was just annoyed both for you and because of you.

By the end of a week and the swarm of questions on all his posts, he talks to you about it. Asks what you believed would be best. "No matter what you do, you are in the public's eye. Do what makes you happy." You wouldn't hug him until he made a decision himself. You didn't want to push him one way or another. Another week passed, and he noticed how you didn't hug others the way you hugged him. Ace would get side hugs, and Deuce would get hugs where you wouldn't fully wrap your arms around him. He seemed to be the only one you'd throw your arms around the neck of.

He was glad he was the only one you'd hold like this. His decision wasn't any easier, but he knew he missed your hugs. "Maybe behind close doors."

"You can always just start dating them." Epel commented.

Malleus

(- He is extremely ooc and I hate it, so I'll be fixing it soon. Hopefully after class)

As soon as you attempted to sneak up on Malleus, Sebek is there to call you out. He would be snatching you off the ground before you made it twelve feet in range of Malleus.

The hugs started the night of Vil's overblot. He visited to check up on you, and you didn't know how to thank him. He talked about it for days afterward. Lilia was the one to bring up sneaking up on him for a hug. You've hugged him at least once a day since. Sebek is distraught any, and every time he sees you hugging. Marching over to promptly remove you from Malleus.

If you can make it to him when running up to him, he will laugh before lifting you up as you jump into his arms. It also takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize that you don't hug others like you hug him. He doesn't fully understand the deeply rooted pride his has over this. He also doesn't notice how much he looks forward to your hugs until you're sick one day.

Lilia has to drag this man out of your dorm because he was trying to cuddle up into your bed with you. He just wanted a hug. You promised to give him two tomorrow and with that he left. Leave you some soup and medicine after Silver explains that since you're magicless, there is no way of telling how your body would handle it.

Sebek was mortified. The prince of fae was crawling into the bed of a human. Lilia was dying of laughter as the prince sulkingly walked back to the hall of mirrors. It was clear to those who were close to him that he had fallen in love with a human, those that weren't feared the upset dragon-fae.

No worries. As soon as you hugged him the next day, everyone was wiping out their phones to capture photos. It was spreading like wildfire, and when he returned to his grandmother for the holidays, she asked where you were.

Hope you enjoy trying new foods and being surrounded by multiple suits of armor.

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axelsagewrites · 8 months

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Roy Kent*Charitiy

Pairing: Roy Kent x reader

Word count: 1535

Warnings: Rupert existing and Roy being Roy

Masterlist here

Ever since last year when Rupert crashed annual charity ball and donated a butt load of money to steal her thunder, she was determined to make this year's even better. It was odd to you that someone donating so much to a good cause was grounds for revenge but then again, you'd met Rupert. He really was the worst.

She'd gone all out this year, making sure she lined up at least 3 famous performers that equally hated Rupert and inviting everyone who was anyone. You were automatically on the list as her assistant but and also as Roy's plus one. It was at last year’s ball that Roy ended up walking you home from and kissing you in your doorway. Cut to this year and you were now in a semi-secret committed relationship with Richmond’s newest coach. You had both decided not to share to the press and after much convincing Roy let you tell Rebecca and the team.

One of the nights biggest earners was of course the charity auction. Roy had refused at least 19 times to do it but eventually with enough eyelash batting and promises of favours you'd convinced him to sign up. All the boys had signed up, even Will was forced to sign up.

To make things even more bizarre Rebecca herself was being auctioned. Though you as her assistant had also hired someone to come bid on her so she'd never have to have the date but still she was technically on the roster. What you hadn't expected was for her to turn to you with puppy dog eyes.

"We need more women on the list. Cmon, you know how it is. Think of the children,"

Roy was more outrage you had said yes than the fact he had been convinced to do it as well. You however were sure that it would be fine. After all people were there to bet on the footballers to play a game with their kid or show off to their friends or whatever other questionable activities they had planned. Not some assistant.

What you hadn't accounted for was that you were no longer just an assistant. Not only did you often appear in pictures with the team, but rumours floated around that you were dating at least one if not multiple of the boys. Between always being around famous footballers or the fact Keeley Jones was your best friend you’d forgotten people actually knew who you were now.

The night was fine to begin and halfway through the auction Rebecca had already hit the same record as last year but that was not going to stop her. Danni had gone for £5000, Sam for £6000, Keeley for £10,000. Yes, even Keeley had donated one of her Friday nights to Rebecca's cause.

Roy had practically begged you that if the old lady who won him last year was going to win that you steal the win and he'd give you the money so sure as fate you had just won a night with your boyfriend for £8000. This was only going to fuel the fires in the tabloids, but it was worth saving Roy another painful night with a toothless granny.

"Up next we have my dear, dear friend who many of you will recognise as the teams shadow. Come on up"(y/n)," Rebecca said, clapping as you walked up with an awkward smile.

" Can we start the bidding at £500?" You thought this would be over and done with in less than a couple minutes.

"Five thousand pounds," Ruperts voice came booming from the back of the room followed by the sound of Roy’s chair scrapping against the floor as he stood up, "Forgive me for being so late my dear Rebecca. A family emergency kept me away, but I couldn't miss this for the world," he said gesturing to the crowd who gave him a round of applause he didn’t deserve, “After all it is for the children,”

For once Rebecca stammered for words before finally stuttering out "Yes well thank you Rupert. Do I hear six?"

"Ten thousand," Roy boomed across the room. Small gasps left several tables as you stood, eyes bulging out at the moment happening. You’d got to witness the bidding war that went for Jamie last year with Keeley spending twenty-five grand, but you knew that both Rupert and Roy were far more stubborn. this could go for a while.

"This isn't how auctions exactly work boys-" Rebecca tried to cut in, knowing how stubborn Rupert was and how violent Roy could get, but to no avail. she looked at you with a sympathetic glance as the carnage began.

"fifteen thousand," Rupert said, walking to stand by Roy's table, his wife a few paces behind standing awkwardly.

"twenty,"

"thirty,"

"thirty-five-" you heard Jamie's voice pipe up followed by a loud growl from Roy who was glaring daggers in the previously laughing boy, "withdrawn!" Jamie yelped as he shuffled his chair towards Keeley. you almost felt bad for Jamie as you tried not to laugh.

"forty-five," Roy yelled before turning to Rupert, whispering something in his ear as he went to say fifty.

You could practically see Ruperts sweat dripping down his forehead as Roy pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his face, "Hard to beat that," Rupert smiled as he carefully stepped away from Roy, slowly moving back to his wife, “I withdraw,” Rupert said before pulling his wife to go join some random table filled with old white men.

"Forty-five going once, twice," Rebecca said as she scrambled to grab her gavel, "sold to Mr Kent. What a generous donation, everyone let's give him a round of applause," Rebecca said as she started the claps as everyone followed suit to try mask the awkward tension. “Always such a generous soul,”

You gave Rebecca a sorry smile as you walked back down to Roy, wondering how you’d explain this to the tabloids, but Roy had other plans. As you walked up to him, ready to quietly thank him, Roy stepped forward, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest. The kiss was brief, but it knocked the wind out your lungs and left you wishing you had a private room as whoops and hollers came from the room around. You pulled back, breathless and grinning like an idiot.

"Just to be clear that isn't included in the final sale," Rebecca said from the stand, trying to avoid lawsuits and trying desperately not to laugh since the auction still had its final prize left, Jamie.

"What did you say to him?" you asked, as you finally say back down, hand in hand with Roy.

"I told him I knew where he lived and enough people to hold him down if he didn't back off what's mine, “Roy said as cool as a cucumber as if he didn't just threaten to beat a multi-millionaire, possibly billionaire at this point. "Plus, I said I'd tell his wife about you know who,"

This however caught your, Keeley’s, and Jamie's attention, "Who's you know who?" Keeley ask as you all three leaned in for the dirt.

"Fuck knows," Roy barked making you all look at each other confused, "once a scumbag always a scumbag. There's probably some poor girl out there he’s fucked I just don't know which one,"

The three of you began to cackle as Rebecca announced her last prize of the night. “Time to shine,” Jamie said as he got up, running a hand through his hair before jogging up to join Rebecca on stage. His cocky joy went from pale faced terror when the woman who won Roy last year won him this year but for £9000. Jamie returned to the table, no pep in his step or swagger in his walk as he sunk down into his chair, “Why did you save me?” he whispered in betrayal.

“I’m not your girlfriend anymore, remember,” Keeley teased as she sat back in her chair, “Call us even for last year babes,”

Jamie turned from Keeley to you and Roy, looking like a kicked puppy, “Roy?”

“Mate I’ve just spent 50 grand tonight. go fuck yourself,” Roy said before what was left of his drink.

“It’s for children Roy,” Jamie said as he sulked back into his chair.

“Fuck the children,” Roy said with no hesitation, “I’ve just bought them a really fucking nice orphanage to stop some old prick touching my bird,”

you couldn’t help but laugh at how Jamie pouted in his seat, trying to avoid the old woman’s little waves. “You do release your little stunt means we need to do press now?” you said, glancing up to a now groaning Roy.

“Already on its babes,” Keeley said from where she sat on her phone, “I’ve been waiting for this for months. knew you two wouldn’t go for my soft launch option,”

“Fucks a soft launch?” Roy said, confusing racking his face as he turned to you.

you patted his arm and shook your head, “You just let me and Keels deal with this yeah?”

Roy sighed as he sat back in his chair shaking his head, “I fucking hate charity,”

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 3 months

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I have been wanting to binge some Xaden x you stories but there seems to be none! Thank you so much for writing Late Night Hours!! If you ever choose to write another one, would you consider a healer x Xaden?

-🖤🖤

So glad you enjoyed that story. I loved writing it. 🤍

My kind of girl

Was it an awful idea? Yes. Was it against all restrictions? Yes. Was this not at all how Xaden thought it would go? Hard yes. He didn’t even understand how it started. What brought it all on? He had visited many healers. Had been patched up by so many of them. He never given them any more attention that was needed. Done and forgotten afterward.

But that particular day most of the healers had been out on some sort of training. Spirits only knew what healers could train for but as if all odds were against Xaden, Garrick had a particular taste for blood that day and not even an hour into training, Xaden was clenching his wrist. The skin already blossoming with purple and reds.

“You should get that checked before you start crying”, Garrick chuckled, making Xaden growl, “Suck a bag off…”, “Manners”, Imogen chirped in, “We have a jar of coins remember? For every d and p that comes out of your filthy mouths”, she pointed a warning finger at the two males. “Mommy is mad”, Bodhi chuckled, earning a slap on the back of his head from Imogen.

So Xaden did go even if he was convinced that it was nothing. He still found himself rounding the corner to the healer's wing. Just the moment he kicked open the door his whole body suddenly stalled. It’s as if his brain shut off for a moment before it kicked start again at the sound of a book hitting the floor. The most beautiful eyes looked back at him. Xaden had seen a handful of pretty females. Had a pleasure to interact with them in more than one way but this. You. You made practically every single one of them look like average women.

“How can I help?”, you quickly bent moving to pick up the book. Your cheeks were already pink but that didn’t surprise Xaden, healers rarely left their wings. Rarely interacted with anyone but their patients. Xaden simply lifted his hand upward. He knew how it usually went. Most females clung to him. But you simply nodded, moving around the room and picking up different salves. “I will make sure you’ll be able to fly by the morning”, you muttered after sitting the rider down.

Oddly enough Xaden found himself unable to not look at you. He always liked his girls on the tough side. The more they snarled at him the more he was interested. Nothing was more attractive than riding leathers. But here he was mesmerized by the loose curls, a grayish gown, and even the colorful scarf tight around your head was beautiful to him.

“You’re new”, Xaden’s words were groggy because he had stayed silent for the past couple of hours. The tone was rather intimidating. But you didn’t flinch only blinked a bit faster. “Yeah…”, you muttered, “Only a couple of days here”. Your soft voice warmed parts of Xaden that had been ice cold for yours. He frowned not sure as to what was happening. “And you’re all alone here with only a couple of days of experience under your belt? I wouldn’t trust you to run this smoothly”, it came out more as an accusation than anything else. Making you pull back, “I can handle this. I can handle myself”, and oddly enough Xaden didn’t doubt that.

There was something different about you. Something way more intriguing. Something that caught Xaden’s attention. You also weren’t big on chatter. Nor did his broad shoulders seem to intimidate you much. You didn’t stop to hack at him and that rubbed Xaden in way that he hadn’t felt in a while. Your movements were calculated. As if it was second nature. Well, it very clearly was. It seemed like a dance. One practiced so many times that now it was easy to do it without being able to see. The same way fighting was for Xaden.

“If you won’t move it much today it will be good as new tomorrow”, you turned back, getting straight to cleaning your surroundings. “That’s it?”, Xaden questioned looking down at his bandaged wrist. One that felt perfect as it was now. But how did you manage to do it all so quickly? He usually sat here for ages while different girls fussed over him. “You want a kiss on the forehead too?”, you huffed, making the sides of Xaden’s lips curve upwards. “Do you offer that to everyone?”, he pushed on wanting to see just how far he could take this. “No, only to the ones who are as tall as they are stupid”, you crooked your head to the side, offering Xaden a mocking smile before continuing your way around the medical room.

“Ahh now that’s a low blow, baby girl”, Xaden gently caught your arm, turning you back to face him. Your eyes darted up to look at him. A look of surprise almost immediately replaced by annoyance, “You don’t scare me”. Yet your voice came out barely a whisper. You might not be a scared little girl but the guy in front of you sure was at least twice your size. A light shiver ran down your back. He could easily pick you up with one hand and just…

“Then why are you trembling?”, now it was him smirking once more. Satisfied that he managed to rile up a reaction from your body. But you swiftly pulled your arm out of his grasp, “I suggest you go, rider, before you find yourself unable to”, you pointed towards the door. Glad that there was some distance between you two because your heart was beating so fast you were convinced the male would be able to hear it drumming against your ribcage.

“Feisty little thing you are, huh”, Xaden whistled crossing his arms over his chest, “Unlucky for you, I like my girls prickly”. You lifted your head. Chin held high and fuck did Xaden’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of your delicate features shifting with that sheen of annoyance. “Unlucky for you I know at least forty-five ways to kill you and believe me you’re giving me ideas as we speak”, you nodded towards the door once more. Hoping that he didn’t see your crimson cheeks as he turned around. Xaden shook his head as he reached for the handle, chuckling under his breath. Chuckling… when was the last time he had chuckled? Maybe Garrick hit his head harder than Xaden initially thought. The rider ran a hand over his face but right as he was about to close the door he halted, throwing you one last look, “That pink on your cheeks suits you, sweetheart”. He simply heard a gasp before a cloth was flying right at him but Xaden managed to close the door in time. Frustrating grumbling audible from within the room. He surprised another smile before his cold side clinched around his throat once more. What the fuck was he doing? And why did all of a sudden you felt like his kind of girl? One that he had to win over.

#🖤 anon #xaden riorson #xaden x reader #xaden riorson x reader #xaden imagine #xaden riorson imagine #xaden fourth wing x reader #xaden riorson fourth wing #fourth wing imagine #fourth wing x you #fourth wing x reader

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white-sinner · 5 months

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the curtain opens on the side characters

Barbatos x male dancer reader

Smut

A/N:Hi everyone, I'm back! sorry for the absence but school kept me really busy but now the hard period is over so I can go back to posting💜

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ok you two would be one of the nicest and most responsible couples in the Devil dom (and anyway you would practically become Diavolo's second dad)🍰

at the beginning of the exchange program of the exchange program, Barbatos felt neutral towards you, no feelings in particular, which will change later on

the fact that you were in hell as an exchange student did not stop you from continuing your sport i.e. dance is one evening while you were training in the RAD gym when you heard someone clapping at the end of your performance, it was Barbatos who was left behind school to search for some documents of some students

Barbatos: you were really good I saw some nobles who are not even close to your level of dancing

M/N:thanks but what are you doing here at this time?

Barbatos: I came to get some documents

M/N: do you want a hand?

Barbatos: If it's not a bother, a little company would be nice

Barbatos doesn't talk much about his feelings, the only one who knew was Diavolo and since Barbatos had taken care of him since he was little it didn't take a genius to get Diavolo to understand that his trusted butler had a crush on him for the male human dancer of the exchange program

obviously Lord Diavolo couldn't ignore the situation so not only did he get involved but he also involved Lucifer to help you and Barbatos in your love poem

obviously after a while your relationship evolved (and thanks to the help of Lord Devil) Barbatos confesses in a very refined way, inviting you to drink tea with him after a delicious tea made by him, he gave you a bouquet of roses and he gave you a beautiful romantic speech

once you were an official couple no one at RAD had the courage to do anything bad to you knowing Barbatos' power

obviously Lucifer put the brothers in line by saying that they couldn't try to flirt or try to steal from Barbatos since Barbatos was Lord Devil's faithful butler and friend anyway

it wasn't uncommon to see you helping Barbatos in his work at the palace but you weren't bothered since you were with Barbatos anyway

your dates with Barbatos were having tea with him, walking the streets of the Devil dom, dancing with him or him admiring you practicing your dance choreographies

You can swear that Barbatos is at every one of your performances or dance competitions. This man is super supportive when it comes to your passion

SMUT

Barbatos' favorite thing is how your body is flexible and since you were a dancer your body was perfect to be put in a thousand different positions

in your sex sessions Barbatos is always gentle and makes sure you are comfortable as his cock slowly enters your little hole while you moan

obviously before starting he lubricates your hole with his sperm which was practically equivalent to a lubricant from the human world being that the sperm of demons was very sense and slippery

his movements inside you were slow but satisfying the shape of his cock could be seen in your belly

obviously if you ask him to be faster and more aggressive he will satisfy you...but let's say that the next day you might end up like this ⬇️

obviously after each round he stops to check if everything is in order before continuing

Barbatos: you are doing so well my beautiful and poseable little dancer~

as for aftercare, they are literally a paradise descended into hell, he prepares a hot bath for you, delicately dressing you in his clothes, then he puts you in bed and feeds you some food prepared by him while he cuddled you

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thezombieprostitute · 5 months

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Last Christmas

A/N: Written for Vee's Holly Jolly Challenge. (@sstan-hoe).

Warnings: Attempts at coercion.

Prompts: Nick Fowler - the song Last Christmas. The lyrics included will be written in bold purple font.

Summary: You should've known better. Of course he's still in love with her.

“What the hell is this,” Nick forcefully places the paperwork on your desk.

You look it over quickly and respond, “it’s my request for a transfer.”

“But why,” he seethes. His jaw is tight and his body is tense. He clearly feels betrayed but that just makes your own hurt feel more justified.

“Nick,” you sigh, “you really don’t remember what happened at the Christmas party last week?”

Nick crossed his arms, “I remember you and me doing a lot of kissing in my office. Would’ve taken you home if you didn’t run out on me. I thought we were solid. We’ve only been dating a couple weeks, but we’ve been friends for a lot longer.”

“You really don’t remember,” you shake your head as you fight the urge to cry. “When we were in your office, you called me by her name.” Nick freezes at that and you continue, “I also thought we were solid. Enough so that I gave you my heart. But when you can’t let go of her, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on and nothing more. Even if you don’t want it, I need this transfer for me. To save me from tears if nothing else.”

Nick grabs the paperwork and promises to get your transfer approved as he walks out, leaving your office colder than it was before.

It’s been a few months and you’ve really settled into your work. You can definitely understand why the role of manager for the Research and Development Department has such a high turnover rate. Everyone working here requires a different management style, a different level of understanding and guidance. Most managers stick to one style for everyone, but that’s clearly not what’s needed here and you’ve really gotten the hang of what your researchers need from you.

One thing that everyone could agree on was that they needed more space so you were able to work out a construction contract. The first day you met the foreman, Hal Carter, you were taken aback. You’d bought into the stereotypes of construction guys being on the sexist side (catcalling and whatnot) but he was polite, never talked down to you and always took your concerns seriously. He was quite the flirt, though. Pretty much every woman at the office had been winked at and complemented to no end. But no HR complaints came from it so at your weekly updates you just asked him to be careful with your employees and left it there.

You were doing really well in your job, your new life, when the surprise inspection came. Led by Nick. One look and you knew you weren’t over him but you would keep your distance. Once bitten and twice shy you’d make sure to keep professional. Taking Nick and his team on the rounds, you were grateful for your employees helping you out. A crowded room, friends with tired eyes but they did their best to make sure you (and their funding) would continue.

After the inspection you practically ran to your office to catch your breath. You didn’t notice Nick following you.

“Are you hiding from me,” he asks quietly. His wintry-blue eyes boring into your soul.

“I’m hiding from you and your soul of ice,” you confess. “I ask you to give me distance, to get my heart right again, and then you just waltz right in without warning. I thought you were someone to rely on.”

“During the rounds, I kept my distance, but you still catch my eye.”

“I know what a fool I’ve been, but if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again.”

Nick walked towards you, moving in for the kiss that you weren’t sure you really wanted, but he was interrupted by Hal coming into the office with donuts and coffee.

“Oh, sorry,” Hal faltered. He looked at you, “I’d heard you had an inspection of some kind, figured you could use a pick-me-up. Goodness knows your cookies help me and the crew when the building inspectors come around.”

You smile warmly at him, grateful that he broke Nick’s spell over you. “Thank you, Hal! It’s just what I needed. Care to join me? Nick was just on his way out.”

Nick gave you an icy glare before walking out. As soon as you saw him walk out of the building, you allowed yourself to collapse into your office chair. Hal set down the food on your desk and admitted he had been listening to your conversation.

“I was going to wait until you were done with whatever meeting you were in, but I heard a few things that made me worry about you. Given your reaction, I’m guessing I was right about you needing some help?”

You nod appreciatively, sipping at the coffee. “Thank you, Hal. I almost made a serious mistake. Again.”

“I’m happy to help,” he assures. “You’re a good person and I like helping out good people.”

You snort, “given what I’ve seen and heard you just like helping out women.”

He gives you a shy half-smile, “that’s partially true. I like helping people smile, brightening their day. You never know when someone just needs a compliment to help them keep going. Yeah, I’m a huge flirt. Yeah, it’s nice for my own ego. But, for me, it’s just a way of being nice. Oh, and don’t worry about my ego getting too big. My crew helps me with that.” That last note makes you chuckle and you’re genuinely feeling more relaxed than you thought you would.

“Well,” you grinned, “you definitely helped me smile today. Thank you for that.”

Around August the construction project was finally wrapping up. You knew several people who were going to miss Hal and his crew. Especially when they went shirtless for a minute or two in the summer heat. Even you would occasionally indulge, smiling shyly the times Hal caught you looking. Your face would heat up in embarrassment but he never judged you or made fun of you for it. You were really going to miss him and your weekly meetings.

It was at your last meeting with him when you noticed Hal acting fidgety, almost nervous. You ask him if he’s okay and gives you a shy smile you’ve never seen before.

“Um,” he starts, “I…well, with the construction done…I was, um, would…wouldyougooutwithme?”

You blink a few times, not fully sure of what’s going on. “Hal,” you hesitated, “are you asking me out on a date?”

Hal nods, “I didn’t wanna ask while we were kinda working together. You said you’d never date a coworker again and I didn’t want to risk being that. But getting to know you, I…I’d really like to take you out some time.” He still wasn’t able to meet your eyes.

“Why are you acting so shy?”

“Because flirting is one thing. Asking out someone that I genuinely want to be with? That’s…that’s scary stuff.” He looks into your eyes and you’re taken aback. You see the face of a lover with a fire in his heart. You see someone special.

“I’d love to go out with you.”

It’s the company Christmas party and, despite the crowd, Nick has never felt more alone. He knows you’re going to be here and he keeps watching for you. You’re not hiding from him, but he doesn’t seem to see you. You’ve been doing well and coming into your own. You’ve received nothing but love and support from Hal. You’re finally getting the warmth and care you’ve needed and growing.

Nick seems to give up and walks to his office. You follow quietly. As the door clicks shut, his eyes shoot up and you give him a gentle smile.

“Do you recognize me? Well, it’s been a year, it doesn’t surprise me.”

“You look so beautiful,” he whispers. “More beautiful than I ever gave you credit for. Now I know what a fool I’ve been. I got you something. I wrapped it up and sent it with a note saying, “I love you”. Did you receive it?”

“Yes, Nick,” you smile sadly. “I got the necklace.”

“I want you to know, I meant it, when I wrote that.” His frosty blue eyes scan you, looking for the necklace, unsure of why you don’t look happy about the gift.

“You never actually listened to me,” you shake your head. “If you did, you’d know I never liked gold and diamonds. That was her.” You place the gift box on his desk and stand firm, “I need you to stop sending me gifts and notes like this. Now I’ve found a real love, you’ll never fool me again.”

“But-” Nick tries to respond, you see genuine sadness and loneliness but you stop him before he can try to get you to cave.

“Last Christmas I gave you my heart,” you shake your head, putting a hand between the two of you so he can’t get closer. “You tore me apart. But I’ve healed and grown past. Maybe you should try that as well.”

With that, you turned around and left his office. A year ago you fled the room in tears. Now you’re walking out with your head held high. Last year you were left cold and shaken. Now you’re surrounded by warmth and comfort.

#vee's holly jolly challenge #nick fowler x reader #hal carter x reader #ex!nick fowler #nick fowler christmas #hal carter fluff #nick fowler #hal carter

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short-black-diamond · 10 months

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Jock vs. Nerd, pt. 2

Part one

taglist: @kyojuro05, @keentreecrusade

According to @keentreecrusade, I will make this part spicy. So buckle up, my loves!

Warnings: Smut, soft sex, fem!reader x Izuku, virginity loss, hopefully well-written intercourse and dating, also jealous Bakugo again

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{ Last time:

The jock was standing in the corridor, his backpack threatening to fall down and scare you when it crashes to the ground, face twisted into anger, jealousy, hatred and hurt, and heavy, quick breathing. If Bakugo had been here a little earlier, he might've changed something, but no. He saw everything. From the moment where you started to kiss his knuckles up his shoulder and then...kissing his lips. Like you two were a real couple. You really loved Izuku.

he went out again and called one of the girls Denki recommended him. "Yer free t'night? Need to fuck out some pain." }

...

And so, after a few weeks, you -after getting Izuku's consent- made it official that you and the nerd were dating. It was clear to anyone why Bakugo was pissed as hell.

Midoriya took Bakugo's woman.

That's what everyone thought, but you never belonged to Katsuki, neither did you let yourself get taken by Izuku. It was more...the other way round.

Bakugo was crushing on you ever since he could remember. Izuku fell in love with you just since college started. Bakugo knew what you liked and didn't like, as much as you tried to be subtle about your passions and weaknesses. But, it took him years, whereas Izuku knew about these things in just a few weeks.

It wasn't fair.

Bakugo came to school. He didn't shower in two weeks, his eyes were bloodshot after he cried hours and hours and his throat was hoarse from the yelling he did. He looked like shit.

"Bakubro, what's wro-...oh, let's go somewhere else, 'kay?", his best friend, the redhead, aka Kirishima asked after he followed his blonde bestie's direction. By swinging an arm around Bakugo's neck, Kirishima turned him around with laughter and told him that he wanted to buy something. Away from you talking to Izuku excitedly.

Kirishima himself also wasn't in his best state of mind right now. Sure, he had a little crush on you as well, but he wanted Bakugo to be together with you, because Kirishima thought that you and Bakugo'd be the power couple.

Kirishima was the second one who found out you and Izuku were dating, the first one being Bakugo, who had to just stumble upon you showering the nerd with butterfly kisses.

Kisses he could only fantasize getting.

Kirishima also thought about asking Mina out, but he gave up when he saw her exchanging spit with some guy from class 3-B.

Still, it was the redhead's responsibility to look after Bakugo, and so, he lead him away from you.

Meanwhile, you were listening intently to what your -now boyfriend- favourite nerd was talking about. Izuku couldn't believe that he'd be meeting Yagi Toshinori for a few practice-days for his engineering degree, along with Iida, at the end of the school year. You were ecstatic. Why?

Because Izuku was happy. Because he looked cute when he was happy. Because he looked like he worked out these past few months and it showed. Because you wanted to do "it" with him. And that before he'd leave for a whole month to go spend time with his mother. (You already met her in the winter holidays)

...

So yeah. Here you were now, in a cute café with your boyfriend. You had asked what you could do to him in public, what he was okay with and what not. He told you that he could take a hug or two, holding hands made his hands sweaty (-not that you'd care about that-), and he was okay if you'd kiss his cheek.

You were more than okay with his boundaries, as you had a similar mindset to it. But...you got horny. Sure, this date was sweet and the drinks tasted amazing, but you'd rather nibble and suck on Izuku's cock than this eco-friendly paper straw which began to not function anymore. The whole cup was made out of plastic.

And so, you looked at Izuku with a lazy smile and reached out your hand to gently grasp his. This put an impromptu stop to his rambling and his cheeks reddened. "Say, Izuku,"

Gosh your voice sounds so hot when you say my name-

"would you reject my offer to come to my place? Right now?"

Huh?

With a confused nod, Izuku stood up and paid quickly as to not leave you waiting. And as you then took his hand, you made a beeline towards the drugstore, but not before telling him to wait outside.

Maybe she needs some menstruation articles...

And not even five minutes later, you came back, with a more satisfied smile and hugged his arm again.

After a nice walk which was filled with chatting and giggling, you gave Izuku another one of those looks. He slowly seemed to understand, but more suddenly when you wordlessly took him to your bedroom and sat next to him on top of the bed.

Dirty thoughts started to cloud his vision, but they all vanished when you took his hand again. "Izuku. There is something I'd like to talk to you about."

This sounded bad. But you're stroking my knuckles with your thumb... So maybe it isn't so bad?

"Uh, gosh...", you started, before chuckling and closing your eyes with a smile, using the one hand which wasn't in contact with his.

"Have you ever thought about...uhm, having sex with me?"

You squeezed his hand in anticipation, because clearly, Izuku was processing it all.

Okay, it's out now. Nothing bad can happen. It's Izuku after all. I mean, he can look at me with a disgusted face and call me a pervert or-

But all you got was Izuku stammering around. "I- me, you , se-uh, Yea! I mean sure! I mean- not in a weird w-way, that'd be weird, don't'cha think?! I mean! I-"

and he took a deep breath,

"I...uh, as sou- you, can s-see, I was--not prepared for that question,uhm," ,with cupping your hand with the both of his.

"But if you want to know the truth...yes. I have been thinking about it actually. And I'm not proud of this. At all-"

"Why not? I'm happy that you thought about it."

"B-but I've been imagining doing pervy stuff with you, and I-I shouldn't!", he whined and shook your hands like a child dragging his mom to the ice cream truck.

You brought his hands to your lips and kissed each knuckle thoroughly. "I've been too. And I have another question for you."

"Mhm?", he encouraged with a red face.

You've been thinking about me like that? Me?! I'm not even that-

"Would you like to have sex with me?"

"Like...right now?"

"Right now."

Izuku looked around with an uneasy expression.

Were you really that much into him- NO. No more insecurities. You killed them all. You're amazing. And I love you. I want to have sex with you.

Why...why weren't you responding?

"I mean, we don't have to do anything, if you don't want to, you know? We can just cuddle, or watch a movie."

Oh, I didn't speak.

"I want to have sex with you...!", Izuku said this time instead of thinking it, and your eyes widened. "Izuku, you know that we don't have to do anything, right? You don't have to-"

"But I want to! And you do too! So--l..let's have sex!"

And you smiled at him. You also got to your knees and knee-walked to him. Just when your knees touched, did you stop and sit down in front of him. You slowly let your dominant hand cup the side of his face and your thumb caressed his cheekbone in a featherlight touch.

Your eyes were siren- no, savage like. You watched every gasp and short breath he let out and hitched, his thighs closing a little and the hand not holding yours gripping the cheets tightly.

"May I take the lead, love?", you whispered, your face being so close to his that you could see the smallest sprinkled freckles of his on his sweet cheekbones. Your eyes were hooded, and you kept stroking his cheek and hand softly.

Izuku's eyes closed with a frown and he breathed out a shaky yes.

This atmosphere was so different, but Izuku loved it, and you did too. You were happy that he trusted you enough to take the lead, as he was probably a virgin, but so were you. Your loyal heart couldn't stand any other male but him next to you, so you stayed untouched over the years.

Everything was loud. Your heavy breaths, Izuku's heartbeat, the creaking of your bed, the ruffling of sheets, the car noises and loud voices outside. It was a little overwhelming for the both of you, but your biggest focus was on each other.

And so, with a little hesitating, you slowly brought your lips in touch with his. This time, was also much more different than the last few thousand kisses you planted on that sunshine of yours. This kiss was more sensual, it had just a teensy tiny bit more meaning then the ones you two would share normally.

A little whimper echoed in that silent room of yours when you kissed him again. Izuku pushed you away quickly before holding his mouth with the both of his hands, a mortified expression on his face. As he cautiously looked back to you, he felt like shit.

You were giving him a reassuring smile.

"I really liked the sound of your voice like that. It made me wet."

I-How can you be s-so blunt?! ...but if you like it...

he brought his shaking hands down again. "Can I come closer?"

He nodded, but you didn't budge. "Please talk to me, handsome. I love hearing your voice. Even more when you let me do things to you."

Another wave of hotness spread up from his neck to the top of his head. nonetheless, "please come closer...a-and...please kiss me...and..touch me."

You came closer, took his hand-where he immediately interlaced his fingers with yours- and your lips connected again. However, Izuku leaned forward to deepen the kiss, and you let him.

It was honestly rather cute how your boyfriend could go from shy to demanding, where he couldn't even handle the first few weeks of dating you, and now wanting to take this sweet relationship a step further. As your lips danced against each other, your hands explored his body. When you traced his neck and groped his arm, he shuddered.

And you inched closer. One hand went down from his arm to his thigh and he flinched. Again, the kissing stopped. "Would you allow me to take these off?", you asked seductively before scraping at his trousers. "Y-yes..!", accompanied from violent nodding.

And you slowly took it off of him, where he lifted his sweet, slutty little hips for you so you could pull them off. When you were done folding his pants, you looked back him and smiled. "How are you feeling? Wanna stop?"

"No...I-I wanna keep going. B-but what about you? Do you want this too?"

"Honey, I've been waiting for this since you introduced yourself to me."

"Y-Yena, don't say stuff like that...!", Izuku whined and you chuckled, but he couldn't help but feel his dick throb at your confession. Izuku was less nervous now, and it showed. he was leaned back a bit, with you sitting between his legs on your knees, and he couldn't help but want more of you. Deku had a look of...expectaion on his face, as in wondering what would happen next.

"You know, I think it's only fair when I take off my skirt too, don't you think?", you asked in your seductive tone, and your boyfriend nodded excitedly.

Maybe you didn't have to have him answer everything verbally.

A group of teenagers was yelling and cackling outside at something, and normally, Izuku would whip his head towards the noise. But right now, he couldn't care less about the rest of the world, because his girlfriend was taking her sweet time taking off her skirt.

God, can't you take it down a little faster-

Oh.

Oh wow.Were you really-?!

Along your skirt, you also took off your tee, which was clinging to your upper body because of the summer heat. And it revealed a complete lingerie set. Since you were wearing a longer skirt, which only showed your feet and under your knees, Izuku thought you'd had bought nicely sewed stockings.

Right now, Izuku felt thirsty. His eyes scanned your nice figure, zooming in on all the places your set hugged you nicely-which was basically everywhere- and he couldn't help but groan at the sight of the thigh highs, where the ends were nearly strangling your thighs. (y'know, when you have a little pudge when wearing these)

They were threatening to snap because it didn't look like they could handle your sweet, juicy legs. These thigh highs were connected to your skimpy pantsies-which were obviously awfully wet- and these were connected to your bra, which also didn't do a good job in holding your boobs in place.

However, that didn't stop your boyfriend from gulping loudly. You sighed and walked over to him, and he quickly took off his shirt too. Then, he reached out his hand and pulled you towards him, but spinned you around so that you were lying in your bed with Izuku being on top of you.

He had a pained expression, you knew he was holding back. "Can I?!"

"Can I what, love?", you asked as you stroked his cheek and stared into his eyes lovingly. "Wanna kiss you so bad that I might die right now! Please! I wanna kiss you and touch you a-and hug you! Please Yena!", he pleaded as he pressed the side of his face against your hand desperately.

You found the situation very funny. What was more hot? The fact that Izuku was on top, but still begging you, or him rutting his hard-on (un)subtly against your thigh.

"Do it then.", and the moment your sentence ended, did your lover crash his lips into yours in a feeble attempt to soothe his horniness. But to no avail. One of his hands was supporting his weight by planting it on one side of your hand while the other was making a journey of caressing your cheek, then your neck, a little down your upper arm, before going to your chest and pressing his hand against one of your tits. All the while, his dick was pressing against your core now, and you spread your legs a little, wanting some friction on your clit.

And you were travelling up and down from his hair to his nape and traced your other hand towards his stomach, where a forming sixpack rested. His knees were also on the bed, and he moaned into your mouth. But, all that kissing came to an end when he growled- yes, he growled- before ripping off his underwear and yours too.

As he was tearing your badly sewn "clothes" apart, he couldn't help but cry as he apologized. "'M sorry, I-I'M so, so sorry, Yena...! But I'm horny, it hurts! P-please let me touch you there!"

As he was about to touch you, you said: "No."

And he sat back immediately. But not without a hurt expression.

As you sat up, you took one of his hands again and kissed it like it was just any other day. "Don't be mad at me. But I think you weren't thinking this through, Izuku."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You were just thinking of sticking it in, didn't you?"

And he nodded, confused as to why it would be a problem.

"Izuku, it might hurt me, you know?"

What?

"H-how could my dick hurt you?"

"...it's very big, love.", you stated as a matter of fact, and you looked at his perfect penis.

seven, maybe eight inches standing proudly like a tree, a sweet, bulbuous mushroom head, which was leaking a little honey-substance-like precum and three thick veins going from his ballsack up to the middle and above of his shaft. When looking at the girth, you could see a resemblance with a cola can. it was as thick as a cola can. He'd for sure split you open.

It was truly perfect.

It twitched upon your statement and you smirked at it. Izuku gulped again. "And another thing.", you said as you took your bag and pulled out a pack of condoms. "Safety."

GOD, I'm such an idiot.

"I...I'm so sorry. I'm so glad you thought about this...! And here I was, already wanting to fuck you..."

You gave hom a number of kisses before telling him that it's okay. "But first, let me get a taste of this sweet thing."

Izuku could only do a little "huh?" sound before your hand neared his cock. You didn't touch it. More like...petting his thigh. "Am I allowed to suck your dick, Izuku?"

"Yes. Please do it.", he breathed out with a chuckle. But it stopped when you came in touch with his cock.

"Ahahah-aaahhmm~...Y-yena- ah!", he could only make out as you were stroking his dick and also crouching down to his level.

Izuku had dreamt for this moment for such a long time...and now, it has finally come true. He felt amazing.

You spat on his dick and he flinched before whimpering, and your cunt was clenching around nothing, your bundle of nerves pounding uncontrollably. Then you gave his dick a kiss to its head.

Izuku could only watch with a clouded vision and half lidded eyes as you were giving him kisses and kitten licks. It feels s-sooo good...!

And now, you took him into your mouth. Only the head though, and sucked softly.

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Okay,, sorry! This is all I'm going to write about, 'cuz, well, I don't really think that I'll be able to actually write a good intercourse fic, I'm sorry @keentreecrusade, I really tried my best.

But, well, I cringed whenever I tried to keep writing, so the rest can be up to your own imagination or just write the continuation or let somebody else write it. And I don't mean it in a mean way, I just...can't do it.

Anyways, I hope this was good enough because I actually wanted to make this wholesome and nice, I hope I nailed it...

Please write in the comments how you found it!

Read you in the next post!

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dixonlvr-online · 1 year

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So we started to dance

Pairing: Peter Quill x reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Peter and reader were both taken in by Yondu and he's unsure how he ended up with such unserious kids

“When I heard her sayyyy-” Quill mimicked handing the invisible mic to you as the chorus started.

“Come a little bit closer, you’re my kind of man!” you sang, wildly flinging your hands around for your audience of one. “So big and so strong!”

“Come a little bit closer,” he joined in, “I’m all alone, and the night is so long!” The two of you spun around in circles, stomping your feet to the music and making absolute fools of yourselves, but you didn’t care.

Only when the radio abruptly cut off did you take a moment to catch your breath, the two of you leaning on each other for support as you turned to face the disruption.

“What’da’ya think yer doin’?” Yondu barked, staring incredulously at your matching grins.

Peter shrugged, making you laugh. “What does it look like? We’re dancing, dude!”

Yondu’s expression was priceless, sending you into a fit of giggles that earned you a glare in return. “Come on, Yondu! Lighten up a little bit, we’re just having fun,” you said.

He rolled his eyes, no doubt questioning how he got stuck with two criminally unserious kids under his wing. “Quit yer lazin’ and get back to work. I don’t pay ya to act foolish.”

“You don’t pay us at all,” you retorted. Peter snorted beside you and pulled you into his side, eyes flicking between you and his adopted dad. Yondu flicked his coat open at your words, drawing your eyes to the red arrow at his belt. You both knew what he was threatening, but you also knew he was too soft on you both to ever do anything about it.

“Damn right I don’t. Couple ’a kids who don’t do squat to help out ‘round here, ‘cept when I need ya to squeeze in somewhere tight.”

“C’mon man, we’re 20. Stop calling us kids already!” Peter whined. You smirked at his comment, folding your arms across your chest for the face off.

“Yeah Yondu, we ain’t kids anymore. So if you’re so worried about us not helping out, why not teach us a few things? Like, I don’t know, say…”

“I ain’t teachin’ ya to pilot the ship, so stop askin’,” he cut you off. You and Peter both opened your mouths in protest when the man held his hand up to stop you, already done listening. Back to you, already walking away, you heard him say, “Get back to work!” before he disappeared from sight.

You glanced at Peter, who’d already dropped the look of disappointment. This conversation was not the first of its kind and surely wouldn’t be the last. You both knew you’d wear him down eventually. 12 years of practice for him and 7 for you had taught you a thing or two about persuading your captain to your side.

“So…” Peter started, “where were we?”

You grinned, running over to the radio and turning the dial. The music started again with a bang, Peter grabbing your hand and pulling you closer for the next verse. The distant sound of Yondu’s groan couldn’t be heard over your laughter.

#peter quill x reader #peter quill imagine #marvel x reader #star lord #guardians of the galaxy

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streamingcolors-gvf · 1 year

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The Perfect Treat

Pairing: Josh x f!reader x Danny

Summary: Your boyfriend, Josh decides to propose the idea of sharing with you for the evening with his best friend.

Word count: 7k

A/N: There really isn’t a plot to this one, pretty much just pure smut and my first fic with two of the guys. It’s not perfectly edited but I had a lot of fun putting it together (so don’t judge too harshly! ❤️). This pairing and idea have been on my mind for a while and needed to get it out of my brain to share it with you all.

As always, I appreciate all the feedback, love, and support you guys give me!

Also a special thank you to @allieboop , @josiee-gvf and @pennylanefics for giving input and support through the process ❤️

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit content / 18+ MINORS DNI!!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral m! receiving, oral f! receiving, masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, spit kink, slight choking, some degradation, praise kink, a teeny bit of jealousy/possessiveness, let me know if I missed anything!)

Part 2

“So you think you’ve been a good girl?” The sound practically purred from Josh’s throat across the shell of your ear, just loud enough for you to make out the words.

It was unprompted. Out of nowhere.

Sure, you had exchanged a few steamy kisses and flirty touches with each other within the last few hours, but nothing that would spur on such a question. He knew how you felt about the simple praise, and what it would do to you.

You clenched around nothing, that recognizable heat already growing between your thighs. Your eyes flicked over to Danny, only to see him shirtless and still strumming along on his acoustic guitar while wearing one of the bedazzled cowboy hats that a lucky fan had thrown on stage tonight.

This night was like most show nights. After cleaning and heading out for a couple of rounds amongst you, Josh and Danny had decided to head back to the hotel suite to end the evening. And despite the best efforts among you, Sam and Jake insisted on staying out until the bars closed, leaving the three of you to continue the party in the comfort of the room.

Nothing memorable had really happened. You had changed into a pair of worn sweatpants for the evening. Thirty minutes had passed while you had been scrolling through your phone absentmindedly across the bed when Josh asked the question. You weren’t really paying attention to the content on your screen, just flicking through apps - mostly due to the fact you had been too distracted with your friend sitting on the recliner in front of you.

Everything he did was effortless, excelling at whatever he put his mind to. At most times, you couldn’t decide if it annoyed you or it turned you on. With each drink, he loosened up that much more, giving you more insight into his personality. Nights like these would be filled with laughter and jokes, and tonight felt no different.

So at first what he had said startled you, but when you turned to look into his honeyed eyes, you saw mostly intrigue mixed with something else - something you couldn’t quite place yet.

“I think tonight may be your night,” he whispered, still hanging close to your cheek. His warm earthy scent graced your senses with the proximity of his body to yours. It was almost too distracting for you to focus on what he had said.

But what did he mean by that?

Your brows furrowed in clear confusion, making him respond with a huff of laughter.

He leaned in again to breathe in your ear, as if sharing a secret, “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at him all night, sweetheart. This is your chance.”

Every part of your body flushed hot with embarrassment. He was right, and you were caught staring at Danny, too busy to pay attention to anything Josh had said for the past five minutes.

Now, Josh had been well aware of your little thing for Danny, sometimes even teasing you about it in late-night drunken banter while wrapped in each other's arms.

Up until now, you had always brushed it off, chalking it up to just light-hearted joking among friends. But now with the way Josh’s eyes darted between you and Danny, it was telling you otherwise.

Somehow you were able to convince yourself that when it all started that it was just a harmless crush for a friend. Nothing more. Nothing Less. Friendly flirting when the two of you had a few more than you should have.

But as of late, those passing glances started to linger a tad longer than they should. That playful flirting seemed to have deeper intentions than it ever had before.

He looked good.

Really good.

Although you might be able to sneak looks at Danny from time to time and let your thoughts wander - Josh treated you well no matter what. He was a wonderful boyfriend that always made you feel loved and appreciated. Truthfully, nothing was lacking in your intimate relationship. He expressed comfort and security in that, but he also caught that certain glint in your eye when you watched Danny strut off stage.

“Josh-“

He pressed his fingers to your lips, cutting you off, “Shhh, is this what you want?”

What a question.

Of course, you did.

You’ve only thought about it a million times, even before you and Josh had become an official couple.

Danny hadn’t noticed either of you talking yet as he was harmonizing along to a tune with eyes closed in concentration.

Josh took the opportunity to guide you in by the chin for a deep, passionate kiss. Gentle at first with the soft, fullness of his lips before gracing the tip of his satin tongue to your bottom lip. You were quick to accept his invitation which had you melting the second you brought him in. If he had given you the option, you would have taken him right then and there on the bed, but it was clear he had other plans for you tonight.

You tried tugging at his loose curls to keep him close but were able to break away from the loving kiss, making you whine out in frustration.

Danny heard the sounds of you making out and scoffed in disgust, “Would you two get a room?!”

Josh quipped back, “Oh I must have forgotten that this is our room, Daniel.”

Your friend just rolled his eyes, and resumed playing the same riff as before.

Josh leaned back in to speak against your neck, “Start by taking these off for me.” He tugged at the material of your sweatpants.

“I don’t think Danny-“

He nipped at your bottom lip before you could finish, “Let me worry about him, okay? Trust me on this one.”

It was that simple. You didn’t doubt your ability to trust him, but that feeling quickly shifted to anxiousness as he eased off the bed and walked over in Danny’s direction.

“Oh, Daniel! I’ve got a proposition for you!” Josh’s voice boomed, a bit boisterous as he emphasized it with a dramatic clap of his hands. He walked over to the mini-fridge behind your friend, pulling out three mini bottles of tequila.

Always one for the theatrics.

Danny chuckled while fidgeting with the strings of the guitar. “Josh, I swear if you ask me to- “

He trailed off the second he looked up at you sitting on the bed, to watch you slide your sweatpants down your legs.

He’s staring in disbelief as you shimmied out of your clothing. Time seemed to stand still, making it feel like an eternity where it must have only been seconds until he turned around to your boyfriend standing behind him. He swallowed harshly, “…Josh?”

You tossed the pants off to the side but maintained your modesty as best as you could - at least until you knew for sure that’s exactly what he wanted.

Josh had been watching as well, gauging your body language and expressions carefully. When he spotted that playful smile of yours, he leaned in and planted a hand on Danny’s shoulders, cooing softly in his ear, “You know I love to take care of my baby, don’t you?”

His eyes widened but still responded with a single, slow nod while setting down the instrument beside him.

“Spoil her just right with everything she could ever want.” Josh proceeded to wrap his hands around Danny’s chin to pull his focus where it had seemed to drift, back up to your eyes, “Just look at her, Danny.”

The gaze was unwavering as dark lust smoldered within the rich coffee-toned eyes looking back at you. He wet his lip with a sweep of his tongue, knowing just where this was headed.

Josh looked directly at you this time, flashing a wink, “Don’t be shy. Go ahead and spread them for us, kitten.”

Accepting and relishing the control he has over you, you slowly opened your legs to reveal yourself to them. One might think the expression on Danny’s face was one of sadness or even pain with how his brows knitted tightly together while he looked at your half-naked form. You blushed to know that’s the farthest from the truth.

Josh continued, sporting a mischievous grin that is now spreading across his features, “How could you say no to that, hmm?”

There was an instant change in Danny’s breathing.

Your heart was racing erratically, thumping hard against the back of your sternum. You dipped your hand lower, trailing down your stomach until it met your bare clit, giving it a few teasingly slow rolls of gentle fingers. You’re surprisingly wetter than you anticipated as you slip effortlessly through your folds.

Your boyfriend watched with Danny, who is now cast under the spell of your self-pleasure. You watched as his eyes fixated on your hand as you played with yourself in front of both of them.

Josh’s voice remained low, vibrating from his chest against Danny’s back as it fanned across his ear, “Look. She’s practically dripping just thinking about it.”

A soft whimper escaped Danny’s lips, and his hand started to palm over the growing erection hidden under his jeans.

Josh noticed, adding, “And I think you’re the perfect treat for her.”

Before he finally pulled his face away, he licked a teasing stripe up Danny’s flushed cheek, making him let out a deep sigh. The image elicited a low groan from your chest, and you could only wish to have it burned into your memory forever if given the chance.

You settled for slipping your finger inside yourself, hoping that his resistance was sure to dissolve from the action. He saw how you became coated in your pooling wetness, and squeezed himself just a little harder from the sight.

Josh beat him to it, waving two fingers at you in a come hither motion, “Come over here, mama. Show him just how wonderful you are.”

You slinked off the edge of the bed and padded towards them, taking your time with pulling the rest of your clothing off to toss onto the floor.

Danny’s eyes slowly raked over your body in unbridled enthusiasm, and total admiration as you stepped between his legs, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You can’t help the smile with a blush forming that would pinken your cheeks. He seemed hesitant to touch you, so you grabbed one of his hands that rested on his thigh to place it over your breast. It passed over your chest, his fingertips tracing across your collarbones.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered as if he was too afraid to ask. You just weren’t sure if it was because of you or his best friend. Your eyes flicked up to Josh standing behind him, but he just raised his brows, silently giving you the decision to make. While you take the second, his hands have started to knead into the strong muscles of Danny’s shoulders.

You didn’t need to think it over. Kissing Danny had been a thought that passed through your mind often. You gave a nod before dipping down to close the short distance between you. catching Danny’s lips on your own.

It’s delicate, featherlight in a way that’s cautious in movements to not cross any boundaries with you. That’s until his other hand found your hip, and pulled you in closer. The simple touch breaks the invisible barrier between you. His hold around your waist escorted you into a place on his lap.

Your nervousness dissolved when his tongue flicked across your top lip. You welcomed him in, and just as you imagined - He was warm, tasting of the shots of smoked tequila he had drank throughout the evening.

Now, you’ve also thought about straddling his lap like you were doing now. It was clear that those thoughts and dreams would never compare to how he actually felt.

The sounds of unscrewing plastic caps pulled your awareness back to the settings around you, guessing that it was the minis that had been forgotten about on the side table. You broke away from Danny to see Josh handing you one over his shoulder.

“A little liquid courage never hurt,” you heard Josh mumble before taking his own shot.

Without skipping a beat from your absence, Danny’s lips began exploring across your cheek to find that extra sensitive spot below your ear. His large hands rubbed along the expanse of your back, squeezing your ass. You ground against him as his teeth grazed the soft skin.

You took the lip of the tiny bottle between your teeth and tipped your head back, allowing the clear liquor to fill your mouth. But instead of swallowing, you tugged Danny’s bottom lip with the pad of your thumb as you leaned in.

Without a word spoken, he opened his lips, ready to accept what you were about to offer him. Your hands cradled his face as you spilled the tequila into his willing mouth. The feeling of his tongue finding yours again soothed the lingering burn of alcohol.

You sink to your knees, feeling the rough carpeting rub against the bare skin as you placed a hand on each thigh for balance. He quickly adjusted in the chair as you allowed your hands to wander up the length of his legs.

Josh handed Danny the remaining bottle, and he twisted the cap off and brought it down to your lips with his fingers resting under your chin. He slowly poured it in, and you swallowed it down this time when the bottle eventually emptied. You licked what spilled off your lips and he whispered under his breath, “Oh fuck.”

His breath hitched in the back of his throat as you brushed your fingers over him, which was throbbing and straining within the hold of the tight denim.

He was becoming impatient and went to unbutton his jeans until you stopped by placing a hand over his, “Please, let me.”

Josh was too busy feeling across Danny’s rising chest, exploring the smoothness of his skin and how the muscles flexed under the touch.

First, you leaned in to place a kiss on his stomach, following the trail of dark hair with teasing nips and licks until you were met with the waistband of his jeans. You made quick work of the metal button with your fingers, following the action by slowly pulling the zipper.

Admittedly you’re a little nervous, but you were determined to fight the slight trembling of your hands. You’ve thought about this moment more times than you might admit to Josh, or even yourself. There was this sense of mystery to it all. Where Josh loved to show everything off with beaming pride, Danny walked through life with a little more subtlety with his body and sexuality. Well, up until recently that is.

Sure, you were able to catch glimpses of him in the white silken pants he wore on stage, or maybe get a read of how he was in bed by the innuendos and comments he would make. Those moments fueled your imagination to run wild, but even in your fantasies, it was nothing like this.

You were about to find out for yourself.

It’s almost difficult to pull him out of his pants from the position and just how hard he has become within the last few minutes. You gasped at the sight and marveled at how big it looked and felt in your hand. A breathy chuckle leaves Josh as he watches how captivated you had become.

You’re so eager that you don’t waste much time bringing the tip to your lips. Danny sucked in a sharp breath from the feeling of you flicking your tongue along the underside of his shaft. He couldn’t help but writhe beneath you, groaning at each new sensation you gave him, banking it to his memories of you. You hummed as he slipped across the wetness of your flattened tongue, noting how different he tasted compared to Josh.

The cologne he wore - notes of leather and sandalwood mixing seamlessly with his natural scent, only to be paired with the sweet lingering hint of his sweat - was something that would touch your senses as he walked past you after finishing a set.

You nudged his cock deeper toward the back of your throat, making sure to explore every detail with a coaxing sweep of your tongue around him. The hand that wasn’t digging into the armrest of the recliner was weaving through your hair.

You heard Josh let out a satisfied hum along with your name between Danny’s heavy pants and moans.

Your hair kept falling into your face even with Danny holding most of it in his hand. After another annoyed pass of your fingers to brush it away, he offered in a soft voice, “Hey, let me.”

He gathered up the rest of it with the help of his other hand, careful not to pull any of it, and secured it in a loose ponytail with the elastic tie he kept wrapped around his middle finger.

“I think you were always meant to have his cock in your mouth, baby,” Josh’s filthy words floated between all three of you, only spurring you on even more. You believed that he truly meant every word, and with the obscene sounds coming from Danny - there wasn’t a chance that you could ignore the nagging, dull ache between your legs as a result.

“When we are on stage, and I think she’s watching me - she’s staring at you. I mean, how could she not?” Josh admitted as he trailed his hands down Danny’s arms, “Wanting those strong arms of yours to pin her down into the bed and fuck her till she screams.”

He continued, and you listened closely with Danny still in your mouth, “-Imagining that tongue of yours licking up her perfect pussy. I swear I can see her blush every time she sees it.”

He grabbed Danny’s hand off the armrest of the chair and brought it up to his face, “Even these fingers.” He sighed, brushing the tips across his lips before taking the middle one into his mouth.

He sucked the longest digit slowly, causing Danny to groan loudly as he pulled his finger from his lips, and dropped his arm against the chair, “The places she would love these.”

You looked up through tear-dampened lashes to see Josh’s hand wrapping around Danny’s throat in an instant, only to spit the words across his cheek, “I think you’ve forgotten your manners, Daniel.” His Adam's apple bobbed low beneath Josh’s palm. “And here I am, sharing. Open your eyes because you better fucking remember this.”

For a second, you worried that the taunt would anger him, but to your surprise, he seemed to enjoy Josh’s reprimanding maybe a little too much. In fact, his eyes fluttered open as he gripped around Josh’s wrist to keep him there with the other hand weaving tightly into the tresses of your hair.

Josh retreated his hand from his friend’s throat after a few moments basking in the control it gave him. Danny was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back behind his heavy lids but stayed vigilant in obeying Josh’s demand to look at you with all the attention he could.

You bobbed your head down and as you pulled back up, you made sure to swirl your tongue around the tip pairing it with a twisting motion of your hand around the thick base of him.

Danny cried out a string of broken curses while bucking his hips up to chase the feeling, sending his cock towards the back of your throat.

You fought the urge to gag while Josh giggled at your affect on him and sighed, “Oh I just love it when she does that. Enough to make a man fucking crazy.”

You believed it to be true. As much as he loved being the giver to your pleasure, Josh could never get enough of receiving it- the act quickly becoming one of his favorite things with you. You lived for the sweet, yet lewd breathy praises that sang from his pouted lips while in the throes of ecstasy.

You desperately wanted to keep going - to feel and hear him be completely consumed by the feeling of your tongue around him- but you could tell that Danny was already beginning to unravel as you pushed down the length of him. You swore you could feel him harden a touch more in the addicting warmth of your mouth.

Josh also noticed how close to the edge his friend had become.

“Careful, love. Don’t want to make him cum just yet.” He tsked between his teeth, “That would ruin the fun, wouldn’t it.”

Even though Danny would agree to the sentiment, a sound of pitiful frustration rumbled in the back of his throat.

You reluctantly pulled him from your mouth, creating a thin string of saliva that connected him to your lips. He leaned back in the chair, throwing his hands into the long mane of perfect curls and he attempted to control his breathing.

Your boyfriend stroked his best friend’s messy hair before tugging it back in a tight fist, all so he could whisper across his parted lips, “Oh Danny, we are just getting started.”

Although you had stopped working your mouth on him, your hand continued to stroke him with the wetness collected around his cock. You loved how thick it felt, how each pass over the head caused the precum to drip out slowly, and how he shuddered with each expert flick of your wrist.

He could finish right here in your hands if you weren’t careful. A fleeting thought of wanting to see his cum paint your naked chest and face entered your mind, but you decided to stash that idea away for another time.

“Please…please…I-I,” Danny whimpered in whiny, pathetic pants as your hand slowly pumped over him.

“What do you want, baby? Ready to take a ride on this pretty face of his?”

You blushed again from the lewd offer muttered from Josh’s lips.

When you bit your bottom lip with growing anticipation, he smiled back at you along with a simple tip of his chin, signaling you to the bed behind you. Before you could even stand to walk in that direction, Danny rose from the chairs and lifted you up while bringing your legs securely around his waist as he made his way over there himself.

His hands found a place under your ass and you could feel his cock press between your legs with each long stride across the room.

You dared to peak over his shoulder to see Josh taking his place in the recliner. He smiled back at you, flashing a wink just as Danny searched for your face once more.

“Is this really what you want?” He mumbled onto your lips before pulling them into a hungry kiss.

You gave your confirmation with a nod, sending your pitchy consent through a moan into his open mouth.

He spun around and fell back onto the large bed behind you, taking you with him so you tumbled onto his body. You squealed from the sudden drop but the shriek quickly bubbled into giggles as soon as his hands trailed up your sides.

You felt his muscles flex under your palms as they made their way up to his chest.

Sweat had started to collect around his forehead and temples in tiny beads, and they glistened under the soft lighting of the bedroom. He looked so beautiful and ethereal, yet here you were - ready to defile his face with your depravity.

As if he could read your mind in that exact moment, “Sit on my face, y/n. Just let me feel you cum on my tongue. Please. I need it.”

You let out an airy laugh, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

You crawled up his lean body, placing kisses along the way, and hovered just above his mouth - close enough to feel the warmth of his breath tickling across your sensitive core. You hesitated for a second for your focus to break from him to look at Josh sitting before you.

He was feeling himself through the thin material of his pants, just as Danny did minutes ago - perfectly content in being the one to watch you enjoy yourself.

You wanted to say something to him but Danny ripped the thought completely from shoving you onto his face. His strong, long arms wrapped around your thighs, with a tourniquet- like strength, acting as restraints to keep you secured in place.

A pitchy moan escaped through your lips the second his velvet-soft tongue rolled across your already swollen clit. He hummed to himself as he tasted you, lapping you up in slow, languid movements.

“Oh…fuck, “ you whined, falling forward with nothing to catch yourself. Your hand dove into the thickness of his hair, pulling it slightly from the scalp enough to send a growl vibrating into your pussy.

You were using the now frizzy locks as makeshift reigns for balance so you could start rolling your hips against him.

“There you go. Fuck his face the way you’ve always dreamed,” Josh sinful proposal made your cheeks rub feverishly hot and chest tighten.

Was he enjoying this as much as you?

In the cloudy haze that was attempting to draw the curtain in your mind, you looked up to see him pulling out his hardening cock from his pants. Knowing you were watching and how much you loved seeing it, he began to pump a loose fist over himself. He took his time stroking himself, appreciating the sight of you.

He was leaning back in the chair, prideful in the scene that was unfolding, the way you were getting off, how breathtaking you looked in your glow of ecstasy before him.

Danny suddenly shook his head aggressively beneath you, and by doing so - caught your clit with the prominent bridge of his nose. His fingertips were pressing hard enough into the supple flesh of your thighs that they would leave small bruises for the following days.

“Danny… oh my God!”

It was the first time you screamed his name like this. It felt foreign at first when hearing it ring in your ears, yet still natural as it shot through the dense air.

Josh stood up from that, cock still in hand as he walked over to you. Once he was in reach, his other hand drew you in with a firm hold around your jaw. He kissed you with more fervor than before, abandoning his usual way easing you in. His tongue dancing across yours as Danny’s flicked rapidly across your clit . The combined feeling was enough to overwhelm you entirely.

It doesn’t take long for the orgasm to begin building in the pit of your belly. Josh could see it, knowing you better than everyone. It’s the way your breathing becomes uneven, how that little crease between your brows forms to even the vibrant glow of your flushed chest.

You felt his knowing smirk form against your lips, “Is he taking care of that pretty pussy of yours? Treating her just right?”

You let out a fucked-out sigh as your only response, your mind already fogging thick with desire. You wouldn’t be able to form a coherent thought if your life depended on it with the way Danny was circling your clit into his mouth.

He heard every single word, which would only make him more determined to really live up to any expectations you might have had.

That was Josh’s plan after all.

Your legs started shaking uncontrollably, but Danny didn't cease the movements of his tongue for a single second. He was dragging you down, and where you released him so he could regain his composure - he was not going to return the same favor in this moment.

“Let it happen, sweetheart. I know he has you right there.” Josh’s soothing saccharine-sweet voice sang like a soft melody in your head.

You can’t fight your body’s needs any longer, and the first orgasm of the night envelops you entirely. Your hands pull at his hair. crying out his name while he refused to let go of his hold around your legs.

Everything around you felt like a quickly fading dream. The details of the room were blurry, like you were looking through a steam fogged glass.

You’re only given a few seconds to come down before Danny turns the both of you, flipping you onto your back across the mattress.

There wasn’t enough alcohol in your system to be drunk, but you certainly felt it from how intoxicating it was to feel Danny on top of you like this. He bit the thin skin of your collarbone before trailing across your chest, showering your breasts with opened-mouth kisses.

He was worshiping you with every blessed second he was allowed. You tilted your chin up to see that Josh had found his place back in the leather chair.

You purred at the feeling of Danny sucking your nipple into the inviting heat of his mouth, diving your fingers into his hair while he rolled over the sensitive bud with his tongue.

Josh pulled your attention back to him, “I can see how bad you want it.” You whimpered back at the sentiment, and he added, “Don’t make her wait too long.”

Danny’s cock had been brushing against your inner thigh, still almost painfully hard while his lips were preoccupied appreciating every inch of your body they could find.

With his face buried into the crook of your neck, he slipped his hand between you to wrap it around himself.

He guided his coclk through your shared wetness, teasing the head right above your over-stimulated clit. “Is this what you’ve thought about all this time?”

Your heart was still racing so wildly within your chest that you feared it might explode. You squirmed under him, and wrapped your legs around his waist to hook around his back. Your body had a mind of its own with how you lifted yourself up to chase the need.

His hand pushed you down by your hip, “Aht! I want to hear you say it.”

Danny was right there. Pressing himself right at the entrance of your pussy, making you ache for him more than ever before.

You were becoming delirious with each passing, excruciatingly long second. You whined put, desperate for anything, “Yes…yes! I’ve thought about it, Danny!”

He giggled, letting you know it was just him. That you were experiencing this with your closest friend. He finally pushed into you which made you both gasp as it happened. Instantly, you were more than thankful that he had taken care of you first with how much he was already stretching you out.

Everything was new. The musky scent of his skin, the way his long hair tickled across your face, the weight of his body pressing into yours, to how each inch his cock filled you out.

Danny cursed as he bottomed out inside you, following it with a deliberate upward roll of his hips. He huffed against your cheek, “Are you the one that’s spoiled or is it really him?”

You knew Josh heard the question from the sudden change in volume of his whines. Up until now, he had been quiet with his ability to maintain his control. You can’t see him, but you are aware the rhythm of his hand has sped up as well.

Danny smiled, deciding at that moment to put on a show, even if you wanted his body to stay close to yours. He lifted himself up on his knees and guided your legs from his waist to a new position over his broad shoulders.

The new angle he created caused a strangled cry to rip freely from your chest.

He coated himself with each measured thrust. With the ease of how he slid into you, his eyes fluttered behind his lids just as his head rolled back, “You feel so fucking good, y/n.”

“Fuck her like you mean it, dammit. I promise she’s not going to break,” Josh hissed in irritation. Which you knew he wasn’t, it was just that he just knew what you really secretly wanted.

It did what he intended, flipping that switch inside Danny. Up until this point he had been easy, gentle and even cautious with you. Almost too sweet in a way.

In a split second it took to toss you around, you found yourself on all fours facing the headboard of the bed. He wasted zero time as his cock dragged through your folds once before plunging back into you with a forceful snap of his hips.

His hands dug into your hips, making your back arch for him. Your weight was placed on your elbows, pressed into the bed as you gripped tightly onto the linen sheets within your curling fingers.

He sent you lurching forward each time the head of his cock slammed into your cervix. The sounds of Danny’s heavy breathing and slapping of his thighs into yours filled the room. Just like he predicted, you were now trying to bite back the screams into the flesh of your arm.

He was probably right about how you wouldn't break, but it appeared that Danny was determined to push you to the point where you just might.

In a daring move, you peered over your shoulder in a search for Josh, only to find him tugging Danny in by the jaw to place a forceful kiss. You spotted his tongue flicking across his friend’s lips just before diving into his mouth in an effort to taste you for the first time tonight.

Your boyfriend pulled away and hummed in satisfaction to himself, licking across his own glossy lips to savor what was there, like he had just taken a sip of an expensive wine, “Mmm…she’s so delicious, isn’t she?…Like the sweetest of peaches.”

Even though his thrusts have slowed with Josh’s close presence, the force behind each one hasn’t eased so you can’t prevent your head from falling into the plush blankets. Your boyfriend’s soft fingers brushed over your ass, tracing over each of his favorite curves on your body as he walked alongside the bed.

You were having a hard time believing that you had actually seen this before your very eyes, all while Danny was still buried deep inside you.

Josh removed his clothes and found a place at the head of the bed in front of you, sliding himself beneath your body while sweeping the stray sweat-dampened hairs that had clung to your forehead.

“You miss me?” His voice was faint with the familiar softness making your heart skip.

Each powerful thrust makes you jerk forward, but you are able to sigh, “I did.”

You brought your lips to his twitching cock. He deserved the reward with how patient he had been with you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need it just as badly.

Your tongue kitten-licked under that sensitive spot under his perfectly, pink tip - that was now resembling the rosy shade of his puffy lips. You knew everything he liked, and what drove him to the very edge. He was adamant to tell you each time you took care of him like this, and it didn’t take long for you to have him at your mercy.

“Fuck…” he groaned, letting his head hit the headboard. “I know I certainly missed you.”

If you were to look up to him, you would have seen his brows knitting together, lips parting with a blush that pricked his cheeks.

“Josh… I-“ you cried breathlessly, pulling him from your mouth. It was becoming impossible for you to concentrate with Danny slamming into you at this relentless pace. You tried your best to keep a hand around him but you couldn’t help your forehead falling against his thigh.

In your listlessness, he petted your head with what could only be described as pure affection, the praise floating freely from his lips, “You’re doing so good taking us like this.”

Danny twirled your hair around his wrist and pulled back, yanking you upright on your knees so you were flushed against his chest. He taunted with a distinct gravelly tone in his voice, “Does he get to fuck you like this? Rail you hard enough until you can’t fucking speak? Or is that why you need me to do it?”

That was certainly new.

Josh glared back at the man behind you, eyes darkened and brooding, “I think you’ve had enough, Daniel. Don’t forget that she’s mine.”

Possessiveness was a trait you rarely saw in Josh, if ever, and this was the first time he allowed any hint of jealousy slip through, but with the playful smirk trying to pull at the corner of his lips threatened to reveal his bluff.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Danny rasped in your ear before releasing his hold on you, sending you forward to fall onto Josh.

You winced from the sudden emptiness of him drawing himself from you. You weren’t going to live with the feeling long, because with the help of your boyfriend’s guiding hand, you found your place on his lap. He was quick to welcome you back with roaming hands as you straddled over his legs.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away for long,” he giggled across your lips as he brushed his nose against the side of yours.

You broke into laughter, teasing him, “I think it was you that couldn’t stay away from me, Josh.”

“You’re not wrong.”

He allowed you to take control - even if you were really the one to have it all along - and you took his length in your hand. He shuddered from your touch, and held his breath as you eased yourself slowly onto him.

Even from Danny, you needed a few seconds to adjust to the size of Josh stretching you out as he bottomed out inside you.

He groaned when you started to rock your hips slightly, “Fuck… I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

Danny stayed close behind you, stroking himself as his lips ghosted across your shoulder and neck. His knuckles brushed against your back with each pass of his hand over the head, and you knew he was so close from the raggedness of his breathing.

Josh’s thumb swept across your cheek, “How did he feel, baby? He everything you imagined?”

Your shyness immediately resurfaced, and all possible answers seemed to evaporate from your thoughts. He sees your hesitancy but doesn’t drop the topic, “Go on, tell me all about it.

It was too much for you to process, and a part of you worried about upsetting Josh if you were to be truthful. But in an effort to please him, you squeaked out, “…He felt so good. He’s so…”

Josh smiled when you eventually trailed off in thought, watching you as you became lost in your own blissful world all while bouncing on his cock..

He knew. He knew how Danny made you feel. How he filled you up and fucked you the way you needed.

Josh also knew that with him, you felt complete. He was made for you. He was intuned with every part of your body, fitting together like a lost key to a lock. He had spent time learning, and exploring you. Your pleasure to him would always be priority and if it meant sharing you in this way would give that to you, he would do it every night without a second thought.

From all this time together you could see Josh was getting close. He fought through it, trying to mask the obvious tells as he continued, “I think Danny boy would like to know what you think. I know you can be a good girl and tell him.”

Another praise mixed in with the stroke of his friend’s ego.

And Danny was quick to pick up on what your mouth couldn’t form.

“Did you like being a slut for my cock tonight?” Danny leaned forward to breathe into your hair.

It wasn’t something you expected him to say to you, but it was impossible to deny how it made you feel. It fit him rather well.

“Watch it,” Josh snapped back through gritted teeth. You noted to yourself that you would be sure to tease him about his protectiveness over you even in the roles you were all playing.

Danny simply ignored the threat, “Oh it’s true though, isn’t it, beautiful? I’d say you’re quite the little deviant with how you sucked me off like that, how you fucked my face…how you screamed my name.”

There was no point in denying his words. It was the truth and Josh was just as aware of it. You clenched around him knowing that you would be making this up to him somehow…at some point soon.

Danny’s hand wandered around the curve of your hip and traveled down between your legs to circle around your clit, making sure that it wasn’t forgotten. The pressure from the pad of his finger rubbing over you with the sinful glide of Josh’s cock against that delightfully hidden spot was too much for you to bear.

Danny was playing you better than any instrument while Josh’s lips found that vulnerable little place tucked below your ear. Whenever your strained legs couldn’t keep up, Josh’s hips lifted to compensate.

You weren’t able to keep the wall of your next climax from tumbling down around you. Josh fucked you slowly through your second wave when it fell, riding through the tightening around him. It isn’t until you come through to the other side that you realize you’ve completely soaked his lap.

Your name filled the air like a sweet song, sewn together in a string of curses from Josh’s mouth. He followed soon after, faltering under the pull of his own release.

He spilled deep into your pussy, nestled in a part of you that was always meant to be his. A silent agreement between the three of you. With a final squeeze of his hand around himself, Danny followed soon after, splattering the swell of your ass with his warm cum.

Every hot, sticky breath panted from kiss-swollen lips. Every shaky tremble of straining limbs. Every point where your bodies touched. It was all overwhelming your senses…and you weren’t alone.

You all basked in the surprisingly peaceful moment, coming down from your collective high together for what felt like hours until Josh broke the comfortable silence.

“I told you she was into it.”

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atimeofyourlife · 7 months

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Whumptober day 4

Steve tried to keep quiet as he coughed over the toilet, bringing up mouthful after mouthful of bloodstained petals. He didn't want anyone else to hear or to know that he was struck by hanahaki. It had steadily been getting worse over a couple of weeks, and Steve knew he didn't have much longer before he would have to make the decision on the surgery. But he didn't know how to go about any of it without making anyone, especially Eddie, feel guilty.

A hacking cough forced it's way out of his chest accompanied by his first whole flower, a partially open black rose.

"Steve, are you in there?" He heard Robin call after a knock on the door. "You've been a while, everyone's getting worried."

"I'm fine, Rob-" He started but got cut off as he started coughing up even more petals.

"Please let me in. I need to know that you're okay?"

Steve leaned over to unlock the door, then had to throw himself back towards the toilet as the next round of petals made their appearance.

"Oh, Steve." Robin said as she took in what she could see.

"Lock it." Steve mumbled between coughs.

Robin did as asked before kneeling behind Steve to rub his back.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Robin asked after Steve's coughing had slowed down.

"Didn't want anyone to worry." Steve admitted.

"Steve, we love you. Of course we're going to worry about you. Some of those kids were practically climbing the walls once they realized how long you'd been gone. They all wanted to come and see if you were okay. I didn't think you'd want them to see you if you were unwell so I convinced them to let me check."

"Thanks." Steve replied, leaning against Robin's shoulder.

"Do you know who it is?" She asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "Is it Nancy? Because I know she's still kinda with Jonathan, but I'm sure-"

"No. It's not Nance. I. It's Eddie." Steve said quietly, knowing it wasn't just him admitting having hanahaki, but also him coming out to Robin.

"Oh. Have- have you thought about telling him?"

"No. I, uh. I asked him out a few weeks ago. He turned me down, said he only saw me as a friend. It started after that. I don't want him to feel guilty or like he has to try to love me or that he has to be the one who saves me. It's not his fault." Steve explained, hating how it made him feel unlovable.

"What are you going to do?"

"I think I'm going to have to get the surgery. When you knocked on the door, I coughed up my first whole flower. So I know it's getting worse."

"Do you-" Robin started, but was cut off by another knock on the door.

"Steve, you in there?" Eddie's voice came through.

"He's sick, can you get everyone home?" Robin replied as Steve lurched back over the toilet, violently coughing up even more petals and blood.

all my whumptober fills

#whumptober2023 #no.4 #“You in there?”#stranger things #fic #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin #eddie munson #steddie #unrequited steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #hanahaki #steve harrington whump #atimeofyourwrites

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mariana-oconnor · 8 months

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The Dancing Men pt 1

His head was sunk upon his breast, and he looked from my point of view like a strange, lank bird, with dull grey plumage and a black top-knot.

This is probably not the image ACD (nor Watson) intended to conjure up, but this was what I immediately thought of.

Ooh, we're starting with a Holmes deducing Watson section again. That hasn't happened for a while. I thought Watson had got over his amazement at having it turned on him. Apparently not.

I looked with amazement at the absurd hieroglyphics upon the paper. “Why, Holmes, it is a child's drawing,” I cried.

Watson knows some very intelligent egyptologist children.

“Well, Mr. Holmes, what do you make of these?” he cried. “They told me that you were fond of queer mysteries, and I don't think you can find a queerer one than that."

Yes, but aside from Holmes' taste in literature, what about the paper?

OH, I have read this one before. I didn't remember the title, but I do remember the little stick figures. Not that that reminds me of anything else.

"You'll think it very mad, Mr. Holmes, that a man of a good old family should marry a wife in this fashion, knowing nothing of her past or of her people; but if you saw her and knew her it would help you to understand."

Oh no, Mr Cubitt, have you been honey trapped?

"If you take me, Hilton, you will take a woman who has nothing that she need be personally ashamed of; but you will have to be content with my word for it, and to allow me to be silent as to all that passed up to the time when I became yours."

Oh dear... this is not a good sign. If you're not willing to share your past with the guy, you really shouldn't share your future with him. Where's the trust? Where's the communication? You don't have to explain everything in detail, but he should have at least a little idea of what it's about.

Red flags once again.

"It was only the day before our wedding that she said those very words to me."

She might be a perfectly nice person, but she doesn't trust you

"None did come for a week, and then yesterday morning I found this paper lying on the sun-dial in the garden."

I might be remembering wrong, but last time a mysterious coded message was left on a sundial in these stories, three people were murdered by the KKK.

That story also started with a person being deiberately secretive with information that could have savde people's lives.

“Don't you think, Mr. Cubitt,” said he, at last, “that your best plan would be to make a direct appeal to your wife, and to ask her to share her secret with you?” Hilton Cubitt shook his massive head. “A promise is a promise, Mr. Holmes. If Elsie wished to tell me she would. If not, it is not for me to force her confidence. But I am justified in taking my own line—and I will.”

Because hiring a detective to snoop into your wife's secret past is so much better than asking her directly. I get that you made a promise, my man, but while this may be sticking to the letter of that promise, it absolutely isn't sticking to the spirit. Asking your wife is definitely the lesser of two evils here.

"After that I determined to lie in wait; so I got out my revolver and I sat up in my study, which overlooks the lawn and garden."

Given that this is Sherlock Holmes story, the person leaving these notes probably is very dastardly and liable to murder, but I'm not sure leaving weird encoded messages really calls for guns.

“‘What, be driven out of our own house by a practical joker?’ said I. ‘Why, we should have the whole county laughing at us.’"

"Seizing my pistol I was rushing out, when my wife threw her arms round me and held me with convulsive strength."

Was it a pistol or a revolver? Because earlier you said you got your revolver, and now you're saying pistol...

The dancing stickmen are very cute. I like the upside-down ones the best.

So, is this going to be one of the ones where someone dies before Holmes gets there? It feels like it might be. But ACD does prefer happier endings for his couples when neither of them is the bad guy. Guess I'll have to wait and see.

#Letters from Watson #The Dancing Men #Sherlock Holmes #Long post

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longeyelashedtragedy · 3 months

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Mikel!

oooh, this is an interesting one

i once told a friend, i forget who, that Mikel is what an AI would spit out if i gave it a bunch of traits i find desirable in a man. and fitting for an AI, mikel isn't actually someone i want in that way, if that makes sense? he's kind of...uncanny valley. off-putting. not quite "inscrutable," but, hmmm. sort of like his life partner granit, he's unlike anyone else out there, but in a very different way than granit is.

favorite thing about them: the passion, the stubbornness, the slight insanity, the toothy-grinned charisma. i think he'd be a great politician, which is a compliment in a sense that i love politicians in an academic sort of way (hate them in practice, with very few exceptions). the behind the scenes machinations re: auba's departure in all or nothing were kind of terrifying and fascinating at once. also, what he did for granit literally brings me to tears. it's the disney love story that disney love stories want to be. oh, also his ass. what the fuck kind of workouts is he doing

also random fun fact: his older sister is a bougie artist who lives in mallorca year-round

least favorite thing about them: a) what he's doing to aaron ramsdale. b) that he's a native speaker of euskera but he's NEVER spoken it anywhere. it is a beautiful language and i'd love to hear him speak it. mikel, your less hot counterpart xabi has spoken it in interviews, get on it

favorite line:

brotp: xabi alonso! i don't really ship them romantically, but i do love that they've known each other for so long and their lives periodically intertwine, like right now with granit.

notp: kloppteta (i don't really ship kloppo with anyone, sry guys!)

otp: runners up: pepteta, & mikel and tim cahill back in everton (they...TRULY were a force of nature in those olde interviews)

The winner...

XHAKARTETA

maybe, in some ways, The Best OTP Of All Time (*aside from rakidrić). it's everything, everything.

i write about it a lot on here from the perspective of what Xhakarteta did for granit, and will do that again in my granit ask. i think it wasn't as obvious specifically what it did for mikel until granit left and mikel really seems to have lost his marbles a little. i have the feeling that mikel doesn't fully respect that many people, or trust that many people, and i think his utter and complete respect/trust for granit was a relief to him, and having granit around as his true equal did more for his stability than he knew.

plus they're gorgeous together physically. imagine their kids! like. damn. they'd also speak some of the coolest languages on the planet.

xhakarteta is weird because i bash on my own writing a lot, but i'm really satisfied with how i write and interpret them. i give them that little exciting something extra 😈

random headcanon: mikel probably has the most basic milquetoast liberal politics on the planet

unpopular opinion: he looked better with the Rangers-era long hair and he needs his earring back! i don't know how unpopular that is on tumblr, but i think it's unpopular with him lol

song i associate with them: i have a couple, but as with most footballers my song associations are kind of on superficial levels (franko and my movren mix being the exceptions)

bulería by david bisbal - wrong part of spain, but this song goes harder than any song should be going, and i love the DRAMA, and also that line -- "quiero ser tu calma y tu tempestad" -- i want to be your calm and your storm -- That's Xhakarteta !!!

favorite picture of them: ok, i'm sure at least one person will predict what i'm going to choose:

-2004, glasgow. so many photos i could have picked, but at the same time like...yeah!

#new-berry #answered #thank u...this was an interesting one #mikel

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hinnyfied · 1 year

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And Yet It Lingers

@hinnyfest Day 27: Potter-Weasley Kids

Summary: He knew his father would be furious as soon as he'd said it, but what James Sirius Potter didn't expect was the conversation that followed - one he never thought they'd have.

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James practically skipped down the stairs of his family’s cottage, eager to spend the day with his girlfriend and take full advantage of the fact that her parents were out of town. He grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl as he passed through the kitchen, where he found his father whistling while doing dishes and his mother flipping through Seeker Weekly at the table.

“Hello darling”, she said without looking up from the advert for Gregory’s Grippiest Goal Guarding Gloves. “Your father’s just about to whip something up for lunch. Are you hungry?”

“No thanks. I’m meeting Andrea for the afternoon. I’m sure we’ll grab something while we’re out.”

“Oh no you’re not,” his father said without turning around. “Your NEWTs are just around the corner and you haven’t so much as touched a book all Easter holiday.”

“What about Al?” he asked irritatedly. “He has his OWLs coming up, but you let him go down to the beach with Rose.”

“Yes well, Al also spent the last two days studying,” added Mum.

James rolled his eyes. “Whatever. A couple weeks off won’t ruin my chances at passing.”

“Jamie…”

“I practically slept through my OWLs and still got good marks.”

“Please don’t argue with us, James. You’re smart, but you still need to study,” Dad said, his patience clearly wearing thin. “These exams are important, especially if you’re still insisting upon applying to the auror training program.”

James snorted, irritated. “That’s rich coming from an auror who skived off his NEWT year to be a vigilante.”

The moment the words left his lips, he knew he’d made a mistake.

Dad slammed the dish towel on the counter with a snap and whipped around to face James, shouting, “Did you stop to consider for ONE BLOODY MOMENT that maybe I’d rather have been arguing with my father about exams!”

All the colour drained from James’ face. He was no stranger to being on the receiving end of his dad’s irritation, but never of intense anger like this.

“Dad...I didn’t...I-,” he stammered. Dad, still clearly furious, opened his mouth to speak, but Mum cut in.

“Take a walk, Harry.”

James knew by his mother’s tone that it was not a suggestion.

James looked back and forth between his parents, who were having some sort of intense, wordless conversation. Dad nodded curtly and walked out the back door, not looking at James. As soon as the door clicked shut, Ginny rounded on her son.

“What on earth were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. It was stupid,” he said lamely. He felt very small.

“It certainly was. I suppose I should at least be grateful that your life is so different from your father’s that you can say things like that without a moment of consideration.”

“I’m sorry, Mum,” James mumbled. He was having trouble making eye contact with her.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to.”

Guilt slid slowly down into his gut with a sickening thud.

“Still,” she said, her voice softening as she put her hand on James’ shoulder. “He shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. Head upstairs and study while I have a word with him please.”

“Yes Mum.”

*** *** *** *** ***

James was sitting on his bed, flipping idly through his Charms textbook and reading without the faintest trace of comprehension. He felt awful. For one fleeting moment, it had seemed like a good retort, but now the memory of his father’s expression wouldn’t leave his mind. It made his stomach squirm uncomfortably.

There was a knock on his door.

“Come in,” he said apprehensively.

Dad, considerably calmer, came into the room and gestured to the foot of James’ bed.

“Can I sit?”

“Sure.”

The bed creaked as Dad sat down. He took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

James swallowed hard.

“I was being a right prat.”

“A bit,” Dad conceded with a fleeting smile. “It's a sore spot, I'll admit, but that doesn’t mean I should yell at you.”

James nodded. “It’s alright. I knew as soon as I said it that it was really shitty of me. I guess I just forget sometimes...” He hesitated, unsure of how to say what was on his mind, what had been bothering him since he came back up to his room.

“Forget what?” Dad asked curiously.

“That all that actually happened– the war and everything. Obviously I know it did, but when you explained it to us as kids, it always sounded like some made up adventure, like something out of a book. It’s easy to forget that it was real. I don’t know if that makes any sense.”

“It does,” Dad said quietly.

“Why did you give us such a sugar-coated version of things?” he asked.

Dad looked at James for what felt like ages before answering.

“If I had it my way, we would have waited until you were much older than you were to tell you anything about it at all, but we didn’t have that choice, not when there were books written about me and people approaching us in the street. As much as I hated having to tell you everything at such a young age, I really didn’t want you to go off to school and find things out about your family from classmates or books. So, we told it to you young as - like you said - something out of a story.”

“I guess that makes sense, but I’m not a little kid anymore. I’m already older than you were at the end of the war. I can handle the adult version of things.”

“I know you can, but you already know everything you need to.” Dad ran his hand through his hair stressfully. “What good does it do to sit you back down again and give you all the gory details?”

“I don’t want all the gory details. I just want to understand.”

“I’m glad you don’t understand. It means you’ve had a good childhood and that I’ve sufficiently protected you from all that. Besides, if we’re having a frank conversation about this now, I can admit that I find it rather difficult to talk about.”

James was taken aback by the uncharacteristic vulnerability.

“Still?”

Dad nodded, looking suddenly much older and more tired than James was accustomed to. “It might get better over time, but it’ll never fully go away, Jamie, not for me nor anyone else who lived through that time.”

“How do you mean?” James didn’t want to push his luck, but it was exceedingly rare that they touched on the topic anymore, and never with this much honesty.

Dad pondered him for what felt like ages. James could practically hear the gears turning in his father’s head, but he said nothing, simply waiting with baited breath to find out if Dad was going to shut the conversation down, as he was wont to do, or continue on.

“Did you know that we put a silencing charm on our bedroom door every night?”

“Gross, Dad.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he chuckled, though his smile quickly faded.

“Why then?” James asked.

“I’ve always had vivid dreams, ever since I can remember, and I had the most awful nightmares after the war. I hardly slept at all for the first few months. The worst part was if I woke up suddenly, it’d take me a minute to work out that I wasn’t in the midst of it – that the nightmare wasn’t real. Ron was on the receiving end of it a few times that summer, sharing a room with me. He blew it off as best as he could, but I felt terrible.”

Dad’s gaze dropped down to his hands, though his eyes were looking right through them.

“It got better over the years, but they never went away completely. I was really nervous when your mother and I moved in together, but it was a much rarer occurrence than it had been, and she knew how to handle it when it cropped up. It got less scary, and by the time you were born, it hardly ever happened anymore.

When Al was born though, he was a horrible sleeper. I swear he didn’t make it through the night for six months. Your mum and I weren’t getting nearly enough rest, and the nightmares were starting to crop up more regularly again. One night, I guess I was having a particularly vivid one. You must have heard me, because you came to our room and–”

He paused, a strangely pained expression appearing on his face. James waited for him to continue with a feeling of unease.

“Your mum wasn’t waking me up, she knows better than to do that, but you didn’t. Before she could stop you, you grabbed my arm, and when I came to, you were up against the wall with my wand pointed at your chest. You were screaming, you were so utterly terrified. Next thing I knew, your mum disarmed me, scooped you up, and took you out of the room. She was furious with me, and I don’t blame her.”

“But it wasn’t on purpose. She must’ve known that.”

“Of course she did,” Dad sighed, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. You’re her son, and I put you in harm’s way. We talked through it of course, and we’ve taken the same precautions ever since – I sleep on the side of the bed that’s farther from the door, we silence the doorway every night, and nothing like that has ever happened again.”

“I don’t remember, if that makes it any better,” James offered up, hoping to relieve his father’s guilt.

“I’m glad of that.” Dad finally looked him in the eye again. “But I will never forget the look on your face. I could be sick just thinking about it – about what could have happened.”

The two Potters sat in heavy silence for a bit before James broke it.

“Do you still get them? Nightmares about the war?”

“Sometimes,” Dad admitted. “Not like I used to, though,” he added reassuringly.

“I’m really sorry about what I said.” James meant it, more than ever.

“It’s ok.” Dad put his hand on James’ knee. “You’re still not getting out of studying though, just so we’re clear.”

James, recognising that the conversation was at an end, let out a bark-like laugh, picking his Charms book back up and showing it to his father exaggeratedly. “Can’t wait.”

“That’s the spirit,” Dad said, a bit of levity finding its place in his voice again. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

James cracked the textbook back open, intent on actually studying this time. It was true, he thought as Dad left the room, that he needed top marks to be an auror, and an auror he would be.

Just like his father.

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