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spookyvalentine · 2 years

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10, 12, 25, 32 (off your third shepard ama questions list) if you’re taking asks! 👀♥️

AHH YES I WILL!! and yes I'll do it off the fourth list ;) also im gonna to include truce too since I’m finishing this so so late I hope that’s ok!!

10. Favorite drinking buddy and why:

Mercy never met a homebrew they wouldn’t sample. like, oh shit you made it? yeah I’ll take a sip of that. They don’t drink much (that was their teen years), but they do want to taste something locally made. And mercy loves being someone’s drinking buddy. hell yes, sit next to me, gimme the DL. can always rely on them to be the dd and cover the bill. Didn’t get drunk on the sr1. On the occasions they do get close to shitfaced—well. mercy’s alone shut away somewhere. The ones that have a pass to drop by are Kasumi, Thane, Edi, Jack n Vega. (crime lord: wrex, kasumi. sports coach: vega, nihlus. white collar: samara, edi)

Stellan doesn’t want just a drinking buddy—they want a whole party! as many people as possible. On Mindoir, Stellan was raised in an artists farming commune that had large gatherings to celebrate a harvest and the gifts of the season—sharing fresh cheeses and bread, vegetables on the grill and fruit for smoking later, jars of jam and pickles and butter, honey wine and fruit beer. eating under the big tree. dancing and music around a bonfire, watching the sun (and for some, the moon, too) sink down into the lake. that being said they have a wine night or two doing some board games/group activity. oh you know their citadel party was just. spectacular. joyful

As for Truce? hmmm. Well since I’m still figuring them out their answers are gonna be shorter than mercy n stellans. First instinct? Joker. The two of em have a lot of shared history, even before me1

12. Where do their thoughts linger? The past, present, or future?

Mercy’s solidly in the present. the here and now. what counts is the time between each breath and what they’re gonna do with it. kasumi’s grandmama taught them and mercy’s kept up a regular yoga practice since akuze

Stellan is always looking to the future. thoughts skipping ahead, strategizing, making predictions… what is the next move? How to get there? there’s a reason Stellan was known as a galactic kepesh-yakshi talent first

Truce is hunted by their past in a way mercy n stellan’ve never had to suffer with. A legacy. fuck, a lineage. There’s a ghost already haunting their next footstep

25. Does Shepard dream of the starchild, or does it take a different form?

OKAY so I’m stupid and was a uhhhhh lil high when I wrote this list of questions, so I’m gonna articulate it a bit better n split it into two and maybe go edit the list: Who are they chasing after in their nightmares? Does the starchild/reaper take this form for the final confrontation?

So in Mercy’s nightmares, it starts out as strangers, acquaintances then loved ones revealed to be indoctrinated and consumed by reaper tech until barely recognizable. And inspired by @angstyastro’s big brained Isani idea that gripped me by the throat and hadn’t let up, is the starchild takes mercy’s image, flickering randomly between ages, from younger than they remember to older than they’ll ever be

Stellan’s first dream has the kid, Anderson and the alliance room they were in blasted to bits. They start having nightmares about the mindoir raid (they hadn’t had one in nearly seven years). And the starchild flits between all their siblings, many parents, grandparents and cousins. It hurts, makes them angry at first, but with the slurry of pain, concussion and adrenaline, it’s not too bad seeing their faces again

Ahhh I can’t come up with anything for Truce yet, I gotta rotate them some more

32. What kind of drunk is Shepard? Affectionate, weepy, belligerent…?

Mercy is… honest. They have opinions—in a way that others belatedly realize that until that moment, Shepard’s been holding them at arms length. And for all that mercy knows just every detail and decision that shaped their lives, and like, even after saving the entire galaxy together (twice!!!!), mercy rarely talks about themself. when they’re drugged with a psychedelic (a self-indulgent tropey abduction fic I’ll finish some some day), they are deeply affectionate and weepy

Stellan is a flirt. It’s so unexpected because hoo boy. The commander does not have game. after a pina colada though? Smooth criminal. Fetching blush all across the cheeks, their nose and ears pinking. Big velvet pupils, white teeth biting down on reddened lips. Clever timing, a charming laugh. Leans all up into your space. And with Shiala! Positively handsy. It’s a sight to behold for sure, of spritely little Stellan Shepard leaving tall beefy Shiala with a dropped jaw and a hot stare. Big dancer

Truce, I can’t decide if they go quiet or go out pickin fights

fifty (last) questions for commander shepard

#i think I said somewhere stellan was the eldest but I’m retconning that bc yeah fuck of course they were the baby #my god this took me forever pls forgive me #I just kept on shaking truce like a snow globe goin who arrrrre youuuuuuu #gosh figurin out these answers got me in my own feelins #mercy have mercy like MAN I think they might be my saddest shep #i do still have to get to know truce so that might change but like man.#i love that unreadable golden slice of sunshine carryin round that heavy heart so full of hope #is this why they have so many (3) aus? so they can be carefree?#also I think their fatal flaw isn’t just the moonshine but like they’re just the presence that people feel compelled to gift casseroles #and pie to and like mordin. Miranda. i cant NOT eat someone’s grandmas pie I’ve got fucking manners #thanks for the asks!!#my god I finally finished this #this was helpful solidifying truce in my brain #oc: mercy shepard #oc: stellan shepard #oc: truce shepard #themshep #commander shepard #mass effect

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Guys My Age

Title and concept inspo: Guys My Age by Hey Violet

Soft Dom! Aizawa Shouta x Medium-sized Fem! Reader

Quirkless AU

***18+ Fic***

You must be at least 18 years old to participate in this reading. If you are under the age of 18 please step out of line and find another fic. Thank you and have a good day.

Warnings: Age gap, praise kink, DD/LG dynamic and terms, use of the words daddy and sir, light bondage, overstimulation, smut.

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: I KNOW, I know, I write a lot of Aizawa fics, and they’re all DD/LG stuff. I know, okay? It’s an obsession, I’m in love with this man. Anyway, another soft dom Aizawa, but reader isn’t very well-versed in intimacy. Also, reader is what some would call medium-sized. Not necessarily big, but definitely not small. This is for all my medium-sized girls, including myself. I was very self-indulgent with this one.

Part 2

Enjoy~

You’d always been told you were mature for your age. It wasn’t until recently you realized how true that statement might be. You’re currently 21. And very, very single. You’ve had a total of six different relationships, and all of them fell through for one very simple reason. The boys you dated were just that. Boys. They were extremely immature. Only ever wanting to ‘hang with the boys’ or stay at home. No effort was put into the relationship on their part after the first few weeks. You didn’t understand why these vastly different boys were all so adamant on staying inside.

You’d tried desperately to get them to go out on dates with you. You offered to pay, and drive, and literally anything else. But no, they were too busy playing video games or getting higher than the damn sky. Don’t even start thinking about sex. You hadn’t got any of that shit since your first ‘boyfriend’ at 17, who used you like a sex doll and broke it off once he found someone hotter and sexier and altogether better in his eyes. You were sick of it. So you did the last thing you’d ever want to do. You went on a blind date.

You’d stumbled on a website last week that allowed you to set up a blind date with a stranger. It seemed legit, and had background checks on all participants. It also allowed you to put in any preferences you had, and matched you with someone that had similar preferences and hobbies. The age range you put in? 30-35 years old. Because guys your age just didn’t cut it. You needed someone more mature, someone who could treat you like a woman, not some girl.

Today, almost a week after matching with someone, you were standing outside an italian restaurant. You didn’t know his face, just his name and age, and that he was a teacher. Aizawa Shouta, 31 years old. And he’d sent a single message when you matched.

Meet me at this location on Saturday. When you enter, I’ll be at the back corner table. Semi-formal. 8 pm, please don’t be late.

It was blunt and straightforward. You liked it. You just hoped he wasn’t quite this blunt in person. You’d put on a black knee-length cocktail dress with a halter top and a partially open back that fell to the small of your back. It accentuated your shoulders and the top half of your torso before fanning out at your waist, the silky material falling and swaying around you.

You slipped on simple white heels and silver jewelry, with a white clutch purse. You’d decided to pull your hair into a loose half-up half-down, a silver comb pinning your hair in place, minimal makeup and clear lip gloss. For the first time in a while you felt pretty. You knew you weren’t exactly small, but the way you were dressed gave you confidence.

You looked at your watch. 7:55 pm. You took a deep breath, straightened out your dress, and stepped into the restaurant. The host asked if you had a reservation, and you told him you were meeting someone who already arrived. He let you pass, and you walked back to the table Aizawa told you to meet at. He had his back to you as you approached, but you could see his broad shoulders and muscular frame easily.

He wore a white long-sleeve button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a black vest fitted to his form. His slacks were also fitted, showing off his muscular thighs. His long raven hair was pulled in a half-up half-down similar to yours. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and he looked delicious.

Your heels clacked on the wood flooring, and as you neared the booth he turned to look at you. You stopped next to the table and got a good look at the stranger. He was beautiful. His dark bloodshot eyes looked tired, the bags underneath giving him away and only adding to his appeal, and a scar curved under his right eye. A sharp jawline, with a tamed scruff, and thin lips in a neutral expression. You were about to introduce yourself, but he stood from the booth and held his hand out, palm up. “You must be (y/l/n) (y/n).” You smiled at the gesture, and placed your hand in his. “That’s me. And you are Aizawa Shouta. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He pulled your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles, before leading you to your seat.

As he sat down, you noticed a bottle of wine sitting in the center of the table in a bucket of ice, and two glasses of wine halfway full. One sat in front of you, and the other in front of Aizawa. He began the conversation with a rather specific question. “So, (y/l/n), why are you on a dating website looking for men that are so much older than you?” Normally you’d take offense to a question like that, but the way he said it was pure curiosity. So, you answered. “If I’m being honest, it’s actually pretty simple. Guys my age just don’t know how to treat me.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, a barely noticeable smirk tugging at his lips. “And how do you want to be treated?” You smiled a little at the implications behind the question, and answered. “I don’t want to be stuck in my room while my ‘boyfriend’ plays video games and smokes weed. I don’t want to be ‘one of the boys’, and I don’t want to have to plead and beg to go on a date or spend time with him. I want to be treated like a woman, not a girl. And I want to spend my time with a man, not waste it on a boy.”

At that, Aizawa smirked and sipped at his wine. You both took a quick look at the menu and ordered when the waiter came. As you ate, you talked about random subjects and hit it off quite well. The date went by quickly, and at the end of the night you’d exchanged numbers. “I look forward to another date with you, Ms. (y/l/n).” “The feeling is mutual, Mr. Aizawa.”

When you got back home, you undressed and cleaned your face and got into bed. As you lay there, your mind drifted back to the date, and how undeniably handsome Aizawa is. The way he spoke to you like you were his equal, and looking at you like an ancient treasure. He was everything you wanted, without even considering anything sexual. Little did you know he felt much the same way.

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When the date ended he texted Hizashi to let him know he was free. Hizashi, of course, called him immediately, and began drilling him about the date. “How’d it go Sho? Was it a rando with a thing for older guys? Did she want a sugar daddy?” Shouta rolled his eyes. “No, Zashi, she wasn’t looking for a sugar daddy. She was...actually really mature for a 21 year old. She knows what she wants. I admire that a little. And I won’t lie, she’s quite beautiful. Not the generic, model, beauty-pageant, barbie doll pretty. It’s a natural glow she has. It’s...quite mesmerizing...”

Hizashi exploded on the other side, laughing at the new infatuation his friend had for a blind date. “I hope she’s your type, Sho. I mean physically. I know how much you like them with a little meat on their bones.” Aizawa groaned at his comment. He knew he was just teasing, but that his blonde friend was 100% right. He knew he had a type, and he’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t looked at your full figure quite frequently.

He’d taken in your dress, how it showed off your shoulders and back. As you climbed into your car and took off your heels, he trailed his eyes up your legs, getting a small glimpse at your thick thighs. When you sat up behind the wheel, he revelled in the small rolls showing through your dress, wanting nothing more than to squeeze them and kiss them and bite them...

He shook away the thoughts that were threatening to take over his mind. “Shut it Hizashi. Her body is none of my concern, and is most definitely none of yours. I enjoyed the date and that’s what matters.” The loud blonde gasped dramatically, “Oh my god she totally is! Damn you go get some Sho!” Aizawa just ended the call.

The next date was planned once again by Aizawa, and it was only a week after the first. It was a simple coffee date at a small cafe. You talked casually about the things you enjoyed doing. You convinced him to let you take care of the next date, which you decided would be a relaxed ramen date. You’d gotten comfortable around each other, and after about six more dates, he invited you over to his place for dinner. Of course, you accepted.

He’d sent you the address and apartment number, and you stood outside his door in dark jeans, black flats, and a beige sweater with a white tank top underneath. You knocked on the door, and when it opened he greeted you with a peck on the cheek. It had become a normal greeting, since you’d gotten so close, though the gesture always made you a little shy. He told you to get comfortable as he finished up dinner, and you sat at the kitchen table and admired him as he worked in the kitchen. He wore fitted blue denim jeans, and a black cotton t-shirt, his hair pulled up in a bun.

No matter how many times you looked at him, he was always just as shockingly handsome as the first time you saw him. His t-shirt left his toned arms exposed, and it was fitted to his torso, showing off his muscular frame. Your eyes traced the outline of his muscles from his shoulder, down his arm, drifting to his hips and up his back. You didn’t notice him glance back and smirk at you. “Like what you see kitty cat?” Heat rushed to your face at the realization that you’d been staring, and the fact that he’d noticed. And that name… “K-kitty?” you barely whispered, before quickly apologizing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

You didn’t think he heard the first part. You were wrong. “It’s alright. And yes, kitty. Don’t like the pet name?” Your face burned at the tone of his voice. “N-no, the name’s fine, you just...caught me off guard.” He chuckled. “I should do it more often. You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did. You tilted your head down and away from him and bit your lip, letting your hair fall to hide your face. You’d never gotten this kind of attention before, and you had no idea how to handle it.

You were too busy trying to calm your breathing to hear him approach you. The proximity and demanding tone of his voice made you jump a little. “Look at me, kitten.” You swallowed and took a breath before turning your head to him, and he hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head so you were forced to sit up taller. He moved even closer, your shoulder brushing against his abdomen, and you nearly had to look straight up to look in his eyes.

Your eyes began to drift away from his, and he jerked your chin up higher, silently commanding you not to look away. You brought your eyes back to his and held his gaze, and after a few moments he smirked. The hand under your chin moved to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “Good girl.”

He quickly dropped his hand and went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. It took you a few seconds to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You panted a little, trying to calm yourself from what just happened, and clasped your shaking hands together. But they weren’t shaking from fear. In fact, you couldn’t quite tell why you were so shaky and out of breath. And the praise from him sent a shiver down your spine.

He managed to distract you while you ate, and you had completely recovered from whatever that was earlier. After dinner you moved into the living room and relaxed on the couch while you talked some more. Soon he’d leaned his head back and closed his eyes, still talking and listening, but clearly relaxed. Once again you found yourself distracted by his body, following the muscles in his neck down to his toned chest and abdomen. And again, he noticed. “I can feel your eyes on me, kitten.” His voice was low, a rumble of smooth baritone. You found yourself turning away to hide your face again, and the command in his voice controlled you with ease.

“Don’t look away from me, kitten.” You turned back to him, and when your eyes met his, you looked away, and he let out a low growl and your eyes snapped back to him. He adjusted and sat up, your eyes still fixed on each other. He pat his leg, “Come here kitty.” You blinked at him, not quite prepared for such a demand. His eyes darkened a little and his voice dropped to a growl, “I won’t ask twice.”

At that you got up and went to sit on one of his legs, but he pulled his knees together and shook his head. So you climbed over and straddled his legs on your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you so you were fully sitting on his lap, your core dangerously close to his growing bulge.

Your eyes were still locked on his as he leaned close to you, his hands rubbing circles into your hips. He leaned past your face and whispered into your ear. “Can I touch you kitty?” You took a shaky breath and nodded. He laid a light spank on your ass and you jumped. “Use your words kitty cat.” “Y-yes, you can t-touch me.” He laid a kiss on your neck and whispered ‘good girl’ before moving his hands under your sweater and tank top. He ran his hands up and down your back, and he gripped the fatty flesh of your stomach and hips, kneading it in his palms gently as he worked his way up your body, leaving feather light kisses along your neck and jaw.

The intimacy had you quivering, and the way he nearly worshipped your body had your breaths coming out shaky and heavy. Shouta caught on quickly. “Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t done anything in a while?” he said in your ear. You started to nod, but quickly caught yourself, “Y-yes.” He stilled his movements and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Tell me what you did before this.” You took a breath and explained the situation as simply and quickly as possible.

His arms tensed, clearly upset that you’d been used like that. But he didn’t pry into that right now. “So you haven’t explored anything? Like any preferences you might have?” You shook your head quickly, “N-no...why?” He chuckled. “Well, kitty, you’re quite submissive. If you’d let me, I can help you explore this side of you.” You swallowed and nodded. “Y-yeah, I think I’d like that.” He hummed into your neck, “We can start tonight, but only if you’re comfortable and you want to.” You took a few moments to think about your answer. This man had been nothing but good to you. He treated you with more respect than all the boys you dated had combined. And you trusted him. “I...I’m comfortable starting tonight.”

“Alright kitty. Now, listen to me closely, because this is important, okay?” “Okay, I’m listening.” “Good. Since this is new to you, we need to establish a safeword. Is ‘roses’ alright?” You nod. “Okay. Now if anything ever gets too much for you, if you feel uncomfortable for any reason, if you need to stop for any reason, or if there’s a medical emergency, you need to use it. And that goes for me too. If I don’t like where things are going, I’ll use it. Once we use the safeword, everything will stop right there, no questions asked. Understand?”

“I understand.” “Okay. Can I trust you to use it if you feel the need to?” You nod, “Yes. I’ll use it if I need to.” He kisses your neck, “Good girl.” The praise makes you shudder, and you feel him smile into your neck. “Now, kitty, I want you to address me as either ‘Daddy’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’ when we’re like this, do you understand?” “Yes.” He spanks you a little harder. “Yes what?” You jump at the contact “Y-yes Sir.” Another kiss on your neck, “Good girl.” He leans back and taps your arms, “Up.” You lift your arms and he pulls off your sweater and tank top at the same time.

His hands come back down on your shoulders, and he runs his hands down your chest and stomach, taking the time to remove your bra and knead your breasts. He wraps his arms around you and stands up, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom. He puts you down on the bed on your back and takes a rope out of the bedside table. You let him take your hands and tie your wrists to the bar at the headboard. It’s not uncomfortably tight, but a few experimental tugs tell you it’s solid and you won’t be getting out of it unless he unties you.

He trails kisses down your body, unbuttoning your jeans and removing them as he goes. Once your jeans are off, he loops his fingers in the band of your panties and pulls them off. After that, he leans back and just rakes his eyes up and down your body, eating up every inch of your skin. “You’re such a pretty kitty.” His words have you shuddering and blushing. You’d never been called pretty before, and you knew why. You were a little bigger than other girls. You weren’t necessarily insecure about it. You didn’t care all that much about how people saw you with just your looks alone. But you knew Shouta was admiring your body after knowing who you are as a person, and it made you a little giddy.

His mouth and hands were all over you, squeezing and groping, sucking bruises onto your skin. His touches were sending waves of heat through your body, and pooling between your legs. You desperately wanted him to touch you there, and you whined and rolled your hips up into the air. “Such a needy kitty. Be patient. I’m not done here yet.” He rolled a nipple in between his index and thumb, pulling the other into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. You mewled at the sensation, and he switched his mouth over to the other side.

Your legs were rubbing together, begging for friction, and he finally moved down to your dripping core. He took a finger and slipped it over your folds. He groaned as his finger collected your slick, “You’re so wet kitty. Are you this wet for me?” You nodded your head frantically, and he laid a light smack on your pussy. You let out a soft whimper, “Yes Sir, it’s for you,” you answered quickly. He hummed, “Good girl. I didn’t even need to remind you to use your words.” He kissed the inside of your thigh, and moved to lick a stripe up your folds. You gasped at the new feeling, never having anyone’s mouth down there before.

He slipped the pink muscle into you easily, groaning when he tasted you. The sound sent vibrations through your dripping cunt, making you squirm at the pleasure. He looped his arms around your legs, dipping his fingers into your core and using the slick to rub tight circles onto your clit. An unfamiliar sensation built in the pit of your stomach, your muscles tightening in your abdomen as it got stronger. You knit your eyebrows together, and in between heavy breaths you gasped out, “S-sir...it feels strange.” He raised his eyebrows at the statement, and increased his pace until that coil inside you snapped, which didn’t take very long.

Your back arched off the bed as you let out a loud, sharp moan, your legs shaking from the intensity of your first orgasm. Aizawa kept lapping at your pussy, letting you ride out your high, and once you were relaxed and panting on the bed, he lifted his head and wiped his chin. “Kitty, have you never cum before?” He asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You shake your head, “No S-sir...Is that what just happened?” He chuckled, but didn’t answer the question, “You’re going to have fun tonight kitty.” You didn’t have time to question what he meant, though, because he slipped a thick finger into your core, and you mewled as your walls clenched down on him.

The game he played went on for what felt like hours, and you lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. He’d fucked you and cum multiple times himself. You’d already squirted several times, and tears were streaming down your face from the overstimulation. It felt so good, but it was starting to melt your brain and the title of ‘Sir’ drifted to ‘Daddy’ as it went on. All the muscles in your body were burning from flexing so hard, and your wrists were feeling raw from how hard you’d been tugging at your restraints. It felt so, so good...but it was too much. He leaned down close to your face and kissed at the tears, “You’re doing so well babygirl. You got one more for me?”

You giggled lightly at the praise, your mind fuzzy, unable to form coherent thoughts as he thrust his hips into you. He stilled his movements and caressed your jaw. “How are you feeling, kitten?” Your eyes looked up into his, struggling to stay open. You giggled a little as you answered. “It’s… I f-feel…” You knit your eyebrows together in concentration, searching your brain. “R-roses?”

Everything stopped, and he instantly reached up and tugged off your restraints, and pulled your exhausted body close to his chest. Your breathing got heavier, and your chest got tight, and fresh tears fell down your cheeks. He held you tight, kissing your tears and petting your hair as your cries died down. He held you like that until your breathing was normal again. You slowly opened your eyes, weakly calling out to him, “Daddy?” He kissed your forehead, “I’m right here kitten. Tell me what you need.” You nuzzled your head into his neck and mumbled, “Water. Can I have water?” He wrapped you in a soft blanket and stood up, carrying you with him. “Anything for my kitten.”

He set you on the counter and made a glass of iced water, holding it up to your lips. As you sipped, he rubbed your back and kissed your forehead and neck, and he didn’t stop or move until you had drained the cup. He left it in the sink and picked you up again, taking you to the bathroom and filling the tub with warm water. He turned off the tap, took off your blanket, and carried you into the tub. He washed the both of you, massaging your scalp, and you let out a sound like a pur, which he smiled at.

When he was done, he stood you up and wrapped you in a fluffy towel, dried himself with one, and carried you back to bed. You curled into him, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Are you okay (y/n)?” You nodded into his chest, “Yeah, I’m okay. It was just intense.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “Thank you for using the safeword. You did so well for me kitten, trusting me like that.” You nuzzled into his chest some more, relishing in the heat his body gave.

You loved the praise he gave you. It made you feel warm and fuzzy in your belly, and it felt so good. Soon you were drifting into a deep sleep, comfortable in Shouta’s arms. This was nice. You’d be happy to let him guide you, let him take care of you like this. One thought drifted through your head as you drifted.

‘Guys my age could never.’

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harryspet · 4 years

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rogue angel [6] bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x reader, daddy bucky, forced age regression, stockholm syndrome?, dd lg dynamic, praise kink, fingering, handjob, daddy kink, orgasm control/denial, little editing

A/N: this chapter is a little shorter than the others but a lot of fun happens! also, I made the moodboard before I finished the chapter so it doesn’t match but idc lol.

In which you discover the potential of your princess parts.

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word count: 2.4k

Bucky’s body looked like it was sculpted by a Greek God. You wondered how he managed to stay in such good shape when he was dealing with you so much. It seemed like you were together 24/7 over the next few weeks and, when you asked about it, he mentioned how he went on runs while you took your midday nap. You had seen him shirtless a few short times but now … now you were taking in his full form.

He only wore a pair of swim trunks, his body glowing under the bright sun. It was one of the rare days when the sun was fully out and Bucky decided that the two of you should take full advantage of it.

The first part of your day started with a make-shift water slide. Bucky laid out a huge black tarp, spraying it with dish soap and then letting the water from the hose run down it. He encouraged you to slide down it and you had a blast. You liked it best when he held you in his lap, sliding down the small hill together.

You couldn’t stop your giggling as you crashed into each other, slipping around and spinning in circles. It was another thing to add to your list of likes.

You spent all day outside with him, basking in your newly found youth.

Now you were watching him water the small garden that decorated the front of the cabin when suddenly the hose turned on you. You were kneeling down, mindlessly stirring a stick around the hole you had dug in the ground. You let out a small yelp, running away from the cold water, as you giggled uncontrollably. The water followed you, soaking your hair and your yellow, one-piece swimsuit.

“Daddy,” You whined, as his assault finally ended. You wiped your eyes to find him grinning at you, “I was making soup!”

Bucky followed your gesture towards the hole in the ground filled with mud and dead flowers. Archie had helped you dig it and now he was covered in mud too. The mud was decorating your swimsuit and your bare legs, “And now my little tomboy is all muddy,” He sprayed you again, chasing you down with the water. You couldn’t help but smile as he finally wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back towards the house, “You and Archie both need a bath.”

He turned you so you front was pressed against his, “I’m not dirty,” You frowned, your hands pressed to his chest, “I’m clean.”

“I beg to differ, little girl,” He stated firmly, “Do you want to help Daddy get Archie clean?”

You nodded eagerly, excited as long as you weren’t the one who had to be scrubbed down. Archie shook out his fur, effectively getting dirt everywhere. Bucky returned to the house to get supplies, leaving you there with Archer.

There were still no days passed where you didn’t think about running away. Before, you promised yourself you’d run the day that your legs were strong. Now that they were, here you were in his arms. Every time you thought about leaving, you thought about the memory that was triggered by the lightning. They kept shocking you over and over until you couldn’t remember your family anymore. You still couldn’t think of any of their faces and you decided not to ask Bucky about it.

You couldn’t face that yet.

There were moments like this when Bucky showed you his trust. Or maybe he was only proving that, no matter fast you ran, he’d be there to catch you. Still, you liked the idea of him trusting you.

The two of you bathed Archer in a small kiddie pool. After Bucky rinsed the husky dog, he allowed you to rub soap into the dog’s fur.

“Good job, angel,” He complimented you, causing your heart flutter. You couldn’t even meet his eyes as you continued your work. It was a feeling you felt in your core, just like when Wanda complimented you. After you were done, Bucky rinsed the dog again. Another yelp a little as Archie shook out his fur before the two of you could cover him in a towel.

You helped Bucky wrestle with the dog, drying him off. After, you both effectively smelt like outside and wet dog. “Would you like a bath now, my darling? Or shall I hose you down too?”

“Shower,” You attempted to bargain, looking into those crystal eyes, “Please?”

Bucky thought about it for a moment, “Okay, shower then. But just for today,” Bucky agreed and your lips tugged into a grinned. Bucky noted how much more of your smile he’d seen lately, “As long as you promise to be a good girl for the rest of the night.”

“I’ll be good. Promise, Daddy.” You nodded, letting him carry you back in the house. He trusted you to keep it and you trusted him in return.

You didn’t expect Bucky to slip into the shower with you. At first, you were still wearing your swimsuit and he was wearing his shorts until you felt him slipping the strap off of your shoulder. He had seen you naked multiple times yet this time was different.

Bucky was even more quiet than usual, observant even. His movements were slow and you wondered why he was taking his sweet time. He let the fabric bunch around your feet before encouraging you to step out of them. Now, you could feel the full force of the hot water cascading over your skin.

You turned around to face him but you heard a, “Look forward, princess.”

You did as he said, trying to focus on the water in front of you. It was a glass shower and, if you looked in the corner of your eyes, you could see him moving. He was slipping down his boxers, his eyes locked on your body.

“Good girl,” You bit down on your lip, his words causing heat to rise in your core. You tried to focus on the water. Keyword: tried, “Stay still for me, princess.”

His body pressed against yours, and you felt him run a soapy cloth over your shoulder and down your arms. He cleaned every inch of your body, not letting you lift a single finger. You felt he was studying every curve of your body as he did. He even leaned down to run the cloth over your legs.

His metal hand held your waist as he finally finished. Your body was frozen with anticipation at that point. He leaned into your ear to say, “Are your princess parts feeling tingly, angel?”

“M-My princess parts?” You questioned hesitantly.

You felt his other hand roam over your stomach and then between your legs. You felt what was in between his legs pressing against your bottom, “That area, right here,” His pointer finger swiped over your folds, “How does it feel?”

A shudder went through your body, “... tingly.”

“Tingly?” You could practically hear him smirking, “Do you want Daddy to take care of that for you?”

His fingers were hovering over the area and you had to stop yourself from grinding yourself into his fingers. Bucky felt you nodding, desperate, “Use your words, angel.”

“Please take care of me, Daddy,” You rushed out your words, not bothering to breathe. His fingers gripped your private area, his metal one still holding your waist in place.

“That’s my girl, using her big girl words. Such a good girl for Daddy,” Bucky noticed how well you responded to praise, making him wanting to keep going and to see how your body reacted. Bucky rubbed all the way up and down your folds before focusing on your sensitive bulb. With each rotation of his fingers, you had to bite down on your lip harder to stop from crying out.

“Don’t hold it in, baby. Moan for Daddy,” You did slowly, the quiet moans passing your lips. Your breathing was heavy as you tried not to squirm around, “Good girl, Y/N. You like it when I call you that, don’t you?”

You nodded quickly, feeling his fingers get even faster, “Y-Yes …” At that point, Bucky didn’t even need the water since your own body was fully lubricating your lower region. He could feel how aroused you were.

“You deserve this, angel. I’m proud of you. You’ve been such a good girl for me all week,” You had been good all week. You’d been compromising and polite. You liked that he was recognizing that very much. Bucky’s metal hand reached to caress your breast, the cold metal tickling your nipples. You yelped at that but you were interrupted by your own moaning.

Your back pressed against his front as you finally reached your climax. You gripped onto his metal arm as it ripped through you, from your head all the way to your curling toes, “Just one for now, angel,” Bucky said.

You were still recovering, breathing heavily when Bucky handed you the washcloth, “Daddy’s turn?” You questioned curiously.

“Turn around, angel,” You obeyed quickly, coming face to face with his chest. As you looked up, you saw the hunger in his eyes. You brought the cloth to his bare chest, wiping and spreading around the suds.

Your face started to heat with embarrassment as you dragged the cloth over his large biceps. Part of you couldn’t believe that you had ever kissed him or let him do those kinds of things to you. That part was getting smaller and smaller by day.

“I think … I think I like a lot of things now,” You spoke from your mind.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky smiled at that, letting your smaller hands wander over him, “What kind of things do you like, princess?”

You spoke as your hands trailed lower, “I like giraffes. I like coloring. I like Archie. I like baking … I like playing in the water with you,” Your hands stopped before they traveled between his legs, the anxiety creeping in.

“I’m glad, Y/N,” Bucky took your chin in his hands, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips. His hand slowly moved down to your hand, grabbing it and moving it towards his pelvis. As he kissed you, he wrapped your hands around his growing member, “Do you want to know what Daddy likes?”

You felt him harden in your grasp as he moved your hands up and down his length, “W-What?” Your senses were even more overwhelmed than before.

“When you touch me, princess,” Bucky responded huskily, his breathing starting to get heavier just like yours did.

“This feels good?” You asked as he let go of your hand. You took it upon yourself to follow his lead, continuing to stroke his member.

He nodded, grinning, “Yes,” He reassured you, “Just like that, you’re doing good baby.”

“I am?” Your words surprised Bucky. Were you insecure or were you just trying to get him to praise you again? How needy were you for his approval?

“Yes, baby. You make me feel so good,” He grunted and you moved your hands faster. You liked seeing him like this, still strong, but a little bit more vulnerable.

Bucky leaned down to kiss you again as you continued to pump your hand. As he grunted against your lips, you felt that tingling once again. You craved his touch even more and the idea of waiting until later for him to satisfy you was painful.

You’d just be extra good today.

You assumed he met his climax as his head tilted back but the deep groan that left his lips and the liquid that spilled from his member, frightened you, “Did I hurt you Daddy?” You asked, panicked.

“No, baby,” He pecked your lips to reassure you, “You did so good. Now, let’s rinse off before we turn into prunes.”

“Daddy, do my toys talk?” You asked, staring at the projection of Toy Story on your bedroom wall. Bucky had set up the projector as well as the pile of blankets and pillows. All your stuffed animals were surrounding you too because you didn’t want them to miss the movie either.

“If you use your imagination, I’m sure you can talk to them.”

Bucky’s eyes were focused on the movie but he noted the extra suspicious glances you took towards the large bunny rabbit sitting in the corner. Bucky smiled at your cuteness, pulling you closer to him.

Wanda had sent the movie DVD’s in their latest care packages as well as cupcake mix, a few dresses, and new binkie that she heard from her mommy groups were even better for adults. You promised Bucky you’d do a photoshoot for him in your new dresses so he could send them the pictures to Wanda.

You asked about Rory at least daily. Bucky wanted to give you more time to adjust to being with him but he knew he had to start planning another play date soon. He figured it would lift your spirits even further.

Both of you grew tired as the movie came to an end. At least, Bucky though you were tired. He was taken aback when you abruptly climbed into his lap, “I’ve been good all day,” You told him. You’d eaten all your dinner, helped him with the dishes, and you hadn’t complained about the pull-ups once, “Does that mean I can have more touches on my princess parts?”

You were only wearing a mint t-shirt and your pull-up and Bucky noticed the way your fingers teased along the top of the pull-up, “Getting greedy, are we?” Bucky teased you.

“Not greedy,” You frowned, “I’m a good girl.”

“Of course you are but it’s bedtime, angel,” Bucky sighed, lifting you up and carrying you to your bed. Bucky tucked you into the bed with Lucy, crossing the room to turn off the projector. The room flooded with darkness and you gripped Lucy tightly.

Before Bucky left the room, he kneeled beside your bed, and you reached out to hold his hand, “You know, your princess parts are only for Daddy to touch, right?”

“They are?” You questioned curiously.

Bucky nodded, “So you shouldn’t touch them without my permission, understand?”

You weren’t sure why that was a rule but you nodded anyway, “Yes, I-I understand.”

He rubbed a calming circle into your palm before kissing your forehead. He let you hold onto him for a little while longer before he pulled away and whispered a, “Goodnight, princess.”

As the door closed, you stared up at the ceiling. You thought about his words and that seemed to make the feeling between your legs worse. You almost let out a groan of frustration before you realized an important loophole. Bucky said you couldn’t touch them but … maybe your stuffies could and he’d never know.

You didn’t think about it longer as you grabbed an elephant-shaped stuffie and placed it between your legs.

“Good girl,” Bucky’s voice echoed in your head, warming your core, and causing the wetness between your legs.

I think a punishment might be in the reader’s future ... let me know what you think! @stonerosedheart gave me the toy story idea!!

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black-cherrie · 3 years

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Friends and More Pt.2 ------------------------

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Plot: Y/N and Jimmy remember what happened the night before, leading Y/N to continue where they left

Warnings: daddy kink, dd/lg dynamics, oral (male receiving), deep throating, cum swallowing

Word count: 2,162

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You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as you woke up, moving to stretch out your arms and legs when you felt a solid mass against you. Alarmed, you looked over and immediately felt at ease as you saw Jim's peaceful face. Bringing a hand up to trace along his cheekbones you smiled at how angelic he looked when he slept.

His eyelashes fluttered as he breathed in, waking up to the sight of your (y/e/c) eyes looking at him.

"Morning." He mumbles with a lazy smile, closing his eyes and stretching out. He groans as he feels his body come to life, making you flush as the events from last night came back to you.

"M-morning. How'd you sleep?" The words tumble out of you as you try and hide your growing blush at the memories.

"I slept like a baby since I had an angel by my side." He chuckles and gives your forehead a kiss. Moving to get up and head to the bathroom. "What do you want for breakfast princess? "You smiled as you pictured all the times he's cooked for you for no other reason than to make sure you ate.

"Anything you cook is fine with me. "You removed the covers and stood up, this time stretching properly before going into the bathroom with him so you could wipe off the leftover makeup from last night.

"So...about last night." Jim reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, a blush making its way across his face as he stole glances at you in the mirror.

"How about we eat breakfast first and then talk. Sound good?" You turned and faced him as you finished wiping your face, grabbing a brush to detangle your hair.

"Yeah. Ok baby, anything you want." You blush at the name and have to squeeze your thighs together slightly at the memory of him last night. You roll your eyes and smiled, pretending the pet name didn't get to you as you made your way into the kitchen and pour the both of you some coffee.

Jim emerged from the hallway shortly after you. He hadn't bothered to put on a shirt, choosing to walk around in the boxer shorts he slept in. He makes his way to the fridge and starts pulling out all kinds of ingredients. Eggs, bacon, ham, the whole nine yards.

"What are you making enough for the entire college dorm?" You laugh a little and sit in one of the chairs at the table, admiring the way his back muscles moved smoothly under his skin. The more you watched him the more you realized he moves almost elegantly. The way he easily moves from one thing to another makes you want to touch him as he moves.

"Well I figured you'd need your strength after last night." Even without him facing you you could already tell her was blushing.

"Uh yeah...last night was..." You didn't finish your sentence, blushing too hard as you but your lips. Your mind automatically replayed everything that happened. The way his hands felt against you, the way his fingers felt inside you. And his mouth, good lord his mouth.

"I agree. I meant what I said you know. About you being the sweetest I've ever tasted. I've wanted to do that for some long." He smiles and turns around as he slides you some eggs and bacon.

"Oh come on Jimmy you're just saying that." You take a bite of your food and almost moan at how good it is, then again Jim was always a genius at cooking.

"No I'm serious Y/N, you taste so fucking sweet. I could literally be on my knees for you all day." He winks at you and smiles and he leans on the counter across from you. "But seriously though, I'm really happy that I made you feel good. Maybe later we can continue where we left off." He wiggles his eyebrows and you giggle.

"I'm sure you would just love to have my mouth on you." You bite your lip as you look up at him, remembering how he felt when you gripped him through his pants.

"Yes. Yes I would. I won't lie, I've always thought about how those perfect lips would look wrapped around my cock, sucking me into that pretty throat. You blush hard at his words, clenching your thighs together as you hurry to finish your breakfast.

"I'm going to take a shower. I don't know about you but I feel dirty and sweaty. "You see Jim smirked but think nothing of it as you put your dish in the sink and head to your bedroom to get some clothes. You get the shower ready while you undress and look yourself over in the mirror. Deciding the shower was ready you slipped inside and felt your muscles relax under the hot water. You soap up your body, sighing in relief as you start feeling clean.

"Got room in there for one more?" You jump in surprise at Jim's voice, having not heard him come in. You quickly try to cover yourself.

"Jim! Get out I'm naked!" You squeak as he steps into the shower in all his naked glory. You couldn't help but bite your lip at the sight of him.

"Oh come on princess, I saw quite a bit last night. You know, when my mouth was on that delicious little pussy of yours, drinking up your cum. "You blush hard, moving aside as you realize that you don't have anything he hasn't seen before.

"Ok, but don't you try anything mister. The shower is for getting clean."

"Don't worry your pretty little head baby. Just pass me the shampoo and let me wash your hair." You pass him your favorite scented shampoo and almost moan at the way his fingers massage your scalp.

"That feels amazing Jimmy."

"Well I do have magic fingers you know." You can't see him but you know he's smirking. You reach behind you to give a playful slap on his thigh. "Judging by how you moaned and came for me last night I know it's true. "You roll your eyes and stand under the water to rinse only to be turned around by Jim.

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

"Just admiring the view. You just had such a beautiful body." He runs his hands down your sides, stopping at your hips to pull into you into him. Before you can say anything he crushes his lips to yours, moaning at how you feel against him.

Your hands come up and make their way into his hair, tugging lightly as you pull him even closer. Your bodies soaking wet, your nipples hard at the way he kisses you. You hold and kiss each other until the water turns cold, causing you to let out a small scream at the sudden icy feeling hitting your skin.

Jim just chuckles, reaching behind you to turn the water off and carries you bridal style to the bed. "Jiiiim. The bed will be all wet.“ You let out a small whine at having to change your bedsheets later. He gently lays you down on the bed, ignoring your whine as he kisses you more. You push him away though, getting up to push him onto his back.

Jim looks at you with a confused expression to which you just giggle and start kissing from his plump, kiss swollen lips to his jaw. Gently laying kisses up to just behind his ear.

"I think it's time to return the favor Daddy." He groans and lets his head hit the bed with a soft thud, causing you to smile. You kiss and nibble your way down his jaw, nipples slightly as you suck marks into his skin, claiming him as yours. He groans and rocks his hips up, rubbing his hard length against you. You wiggle your hips slightly to tease him as you work your way down his neck, biting where it meets his shoulder which makes him hiss and grip your hips.

"Baby please, Daddy needs you. No more teasing." You giggle against his smooth skin as you travel to his chest, leaving feather light kisses all over him. Leaning further down you take a rosy nipple into your mouth, flicking your tongue against it before blowing cool air on it, making him grab your waist harder. You give the other nub the same attention before kissing further down, licking a stripe from just below his belly button and down the trail of hair that leads to his cock.

You pepper soft kisses against his hips and thighs as he weaves his fingers into your hair, his breathing heavier than it was mere minutes ago. You smile as you grip him, making him moan and pull your hair gently.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Daddy. Just let me work my magic." You whisper and wink at him before flicking your tongue against his tip, collecting the salty precum that gathered there. You moan at the taste of him, deciding you need more. You close your lips around his flushed pink head, running your tongue around the rim as you slowly slide down taking as much of him as you could before coming back up. You can see the look of pure bliss on his face. His eyes closed, mouth open slightly as he sticks his tongue out to wet his lips. You feel a burst of pride inside you at knowing you reduced him to this state.

"You taste so good Daddy, I don't think I'll ever get enough." You say more to yourself than to him as you go back down, swirling your tongue against the veins running up the underside of his beautiful cock. Your hand grabbing the base as you moved your head up and down. He's certainly larger than the few previous guys you've been with but you couldn't complain. You held onto what you couldn't fit in your mouth and strokes him gently as you sucked.

"Fuck. Y/N, baby, my amazing princess. As good as this feels Daddy needs you to speed up a little. You're killing me a little here." You smile around him and keep going slow. Removing your hand you decide to try your best to take him all the way. Gagging as the tip hit the back of your throat you tried your best to relax, sliding down further as he gripped your hair tighter.

It felt like an eternity before your nose touched his groin. You bobbed your head a few times for good measure and came back up, taking a gasping breath of air. You look up at him to see that he's looking at you in surprise, eyes blown wide with lust.

"Fuck. No-one's ever been able to take me all the way. God you're just the whole package huh? Smart, beautiful, delicious little pussy and apparently really good at sucking Daddy's cock." You blush at his praise, smiling before taking him back in your mouth, this time going faster. You relax your body and look up at him, gripping his thigh you pull his hips up to signal that you want him to thrust.

"Are you sure baby? I don't want to hurt that pretty little throat." You do your best to nod and squeeze his thigh. He nods his head and slowly starts thrusting, moaning as he feels your warm wet mouth take him. You keep your eyes on him, watching the looks of pleasure on his face as he speeds up.

"God baby girl your throat feels so fucking good around Daddy's cock. Do you like that? You like sucking my cock baby?" You moan around him, your eyes flutter at the way he talks. You were sure there would be a puddle of wetness on the bed from how much it turned you on to suck him. He grips your hair tight, moving you head with his thrusts as he speeds up, roughly pounding into your throat as he nears his climax.

"Daddy's gonna cum baby. You gonna be a good girl and swallow for me? Hmm?" He thrusts several more times, each thrust harder than the last before he pushes deep into your throat a final time and releases a flood of cum into you throat. You hurry to swallow as much as you can, small droplets leaking from the sides of your mouth. When he's finished throbbing and cumming in your mouth you pull off, licking up any cum you missed. He pulls you up by you hair, pulling you onto of him as he kisses you roughly, not caring that you had just swallowed his cum.

You both readjust your bodies so he's spooning you from behind, running his fingertips along your body.

"I love you Y/N." He mumbles tiredly. His warm breath cannon again your neck. You smile and scoot back even closer to him, closing eyes eyes as you breathe gently.

"I love you too Jimmy."

TBC...

#codyfern #codyfernfics #jimmason #jimamasonxreader #thetribespalosverdes #friendsandmorept.2

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sirkkasnow · 5 years

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09 Catch Your Breath When You Can

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07/17/13 Wednesday evening

Stan was shoulder deep in the Fairlane’s engine compartment when the kids finally made it home late that afternoon. Dipper waved and headed straight inside; Mabel came over to lean casually against the front fender. “So?”

“There’s a meatloaf in the fridge for dinner an’ we’ve got potatoes, and I guess the fixins for salad if you’re into that kinda thing.”

Mabel pressed both hands over her eyes and groaned in protest. “Nooooooo. I mean did you call her? Did you get to do your something nice whatever it was? You’ve gotta be almost done with the car!”

“Yep, almost done.” Stan straightened up with a sigh and latched the hood. “Gonna fire it up in the morning, see where we’re at. Probably a day, day an’ a half to finish up, then she’s free t’go.”

“You’re not just gonna let her walk out of here, right?” She was peeping out at him between fingers now, looking horrified. “I know you’d both regret it.”

Stan pinched his lips against a smile - his poker face was cracking. “Well, I maybe mighta lined up a flick after dinner. So if you could help keep the nerd brigade occupied that’d be great.”

Mabel produced a whistle-shrill hypersonic squeal of delight and flung herself at him for a hug. “I knew you could do it! Consider the nerd brigade well and truly distracted! You report to me on everything, got it?”

“Mabel, c’mon, it’s just a movie.” He was grinning anyway as he swiped down his hands.

The five of them gathered for what proved to be a noisy meal. One tiny nudge from Mabel was enough to derail the conversation into DD&MD worldbuilding. “Clary’s about to leave,” she said firmly, “she hasn’t gotten to play one game and we need to fix that.” Within fifteen minutes the rulebooks were scattered across the crowded kitchen table and both Ford and Dipper were talking scenarios and taking notes.

Clary had spent most of the afternoon napping. She looked crisp and refreshed, a froth of peony pink silk knotted off-center at her throat, tossing an occasional suggestion into the chaos. Mabel vanished for a minute or two as the plates were cleared. When she returned it was with arms full of scrapbooking supplies and an unsubtle jerk of the chin towards the living room.

Stan took the hint and slipped out unnoticed, setting up a dinette chair next to the recliner. He tracked down a couple of pillows and a light blanket to make the whole thing a little more comfortable. Clary showed up a few minutes later, hands in pockets, still smiling to herself. “I’ve been banished,” she murmured over the background conversation from the kitchen. “So they can surprise me in the morning.”

“Damn shame, too bad, movies are under the TV.” He punched the pillows in a mostly-futile effort to fluff them up as she knelt to sort through the cabinet. He’d tracked down the remote and gotten comfortable in the recliner by the time she waved a worn black-and-white cardboard sleeve at him: Captain Of Her Heart.

“Old-school okay?”

“Um. It’s mushy.”

“I can handle mushy.”

“It’s sad.”

“I can handle sad and I’m not in the mood for nature documentaries.” Clary slotted in the tape, fiddled with the channels until trailers for twenty-year-old New Releases! began to play, and collected a box of tissues before settling into her seat.

“You a crier?” Stan nudged her tissues with a knuckle and she gave him a dirty look.

“Insurance. Settle down.” Clary stacked pillows against the recliner’s back corner, propped her elbow on the arm near his and made herself at home. He’d seen this one a million times, an obscure classic in his opinion with some really good on-location seaside shooting for its era. Familiarity never seemed to make this one hit any less hard.

He found that it was hitting maybe a little harder than usual. The bookish harbormaster’s daughter and the rough-edged first mate she’d spent the last hour falling improbably in love with walked the shoreline under a spotlight moon, switching to closeup against a painted backdrop for their wrenching scene of farewell.

Stan stole a couple tissues while she wasn’t looking. Clary already had one clutched to her lips, tears welling up at the corners of her eyes in resolute silence. Maybe she was a bit of a crier after all, though she held it together pretty well through the last ten minutes or so.

Once the ship had departed and the harbormaster’s daughter had slipped down to the docks in the night, dressed in a man’s traveling clothes and bound for parts unknown, Clary blew her nose in an undignified honk. He would have teased her if he weren’t busy trying to do the same without her hearing him. At last she settled close to watch the brief credits. When the tape ran out and the screen went to static he grumbled and jabbed at the remote until the TV snapped off.

They rested together in the near-dark. Stan listened as the rhythm of her breathing steadied. “Good flick,” she murmured at length, in no apparent hurry to move.

“One of my favorites,” he admitted, equally quiet. “I did warn ya. If, ah, if it’d help, there’s a sequel...or I could maybe get Soos to write some kinda fix-it, he’s good at that fanfiction stuff….” He felt rather than saw the subtle shake of her head. “What, no?”

“It’d be cheating.”

“C’mon, now, there’s nothin’ wrong with chasin’ a happy ending - “

“They’re hard to catch.” He heard her swallow thickly and felt her shift to turn a little more into him. “Why the heck don’t you have a couch? I don’t want to move yet but this is uncomfortable as hell.” Stan considered bolting to leave her some privacy, then held his breath and wriggled his arm free to lay it lightly around her.

“This a little better?”

Clary drew up her legs and nestled into his side without hesitation. “Much.”

“So - we don’t have a couch because we didn’t need one until everyone was leavin’ at the end of last summer, anyway - “ He was cursing the lack of a couch right now, because the arm of the damned recliner was wedged between them and this would be a very nice post-movie snuggle without it. “I’m not sure Ford an’ I ever really thought we’d be back for more’n a quick visit. Soos hasn’t had time to update the place much.”

“You said you’d been running the Shack for thirty years. Alone?”

Stan hissed softly, dragging his free hand through his hair. “Yep,” he said just before the pause went beyond recovery. “More or less. Kids first visited last summer an’ that changed a whole lot.”

“From what I’ve gathered in town last summer was pretty lively.” He felt her smile against him. “Funny, no one really wants to talk about it.”

“It was, uh.” He groped for the right word and finally said, frustrated, “Weird.” Clary laughed softly. “Listen. I am not the one who should be givin’ pep talks, you get that? But I can promise that sometimes y’catch the happy ending.”

The house had gone quiet around them, the kids retreated to bed, Ford probably downstairs. Stan flinched in surprise as her cool hand covered his at her shoulder. “I’ll take your word for it,” Clary murmured. “And thanks. For today. Not everyone handles - “ She tugged at her silk scarf with a fingertip.

“We both got history, kid, I got no right t’pry.”

“I’ve been preemptively dumped over this, you know.”

“Hah! Just as well. You don’t strike me as the type t’date idiots.”

“No. I’m not.”

A minute or two drifted by like that, comfortable, the warmth of contact something he hadn’t slowed down to enjoy in an eternity. Stan had about found the perfect angle to pillow his cheek against her hair when she stirred. He rumbled in protest before he could stop himself, arm tightening for a second then relaxing as she sat up straight.

The wan wash of light from the hallway gilded the slope of her cheek; her shadowed eyes held a determined glint. “I’m in too good a mood to talk about ancient history, but I’d like to trade stories with you sometime.”

“Sure, but I don’t know when - “ She tilted her head in reproach and any further protest stalled in his throat.

“Stan. You made the fatal mistake of giving me your phone number.” Stan cracked a crooked grin and she went on, low-voiced and all velvet persuasion. “Let me know when you hit a port I can get to. Anywhere in the north Atlantic’s fine. If you end up someplace warm, like say Gibraltar or the Azores, so much the better. Drinks are on me.”

He almost barked out a laugh, a startled little huff like she’d just sucker-punched him. “You askin’ me out? Your treat?”

“Yes.” The practiced look of light amusement on her face faded by degrees into something more apprehensive. “If you’d like. I’d hate to never see you again.”

His brain locked up hard, spinning off into logistics and complications and the overwhelming desire to not fuck up the good thing he had going. Mercifully his mouth got out ahead, as usual. “Yeah. Definitely. I’d - really, really like that.”

She lit up in a split second of unguarded happiness for maybe the first time since they’d met. Clary leaned in too quickly to intercept, her lips grazing the stubble of his cheek as a fleeting whiff of her faded peony perfume curled into his nose. “Great. So would I.”

Stan’s hands twitched once with the sudden impulse to snag her by the waist and drag her into his lap before common sense shut that down. She couldn’t quite look him straight on as she withdrew and this time he laughed in earnest. “Oh, c’mon, counselor, y’can’t make a pitch like that an’ then go all shy on me.”

“Sure I can.” Clary’s fingers tightened in his, then slipped away as she rose. “I’d better go to bed before I say anything else incriminating. See you in the morning.”

“What, alone?”

“Stan.”

“It’s gonna be chilly, want me to drop off a couple extra blankets - “

“Stanley.”

“I got a sideline in personal furnace services - “

“Oh my god. Don’t make me regret saying anything.” The chuckle she was trying so hard to suppress laid a husky note under the words as she headed for the hallway.

“G’night, sweetpea.”

She slipped through the door with a last backward glance. He sat back to think it over, eyes closed, horrified and delighted all at once.

Mostly delighted, he decided, pressing fingers to his cheek where she’d kissed him.

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“I’d hate to never see you again.” She looks anxious, jittery with anticipation and a little sad all at once.

Definitely.

Maybe.

I just can’t.

#Gravity Falls #gfdatingsim #DDtMMW #Swooning Over Stans #Stanley Pines #OClicious #fanfic

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paradisobound · 7 years

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Let’s Party

Summary: A party that Phil doesn’t want to go to? check. A night of surprises? also check. And finding unexpected feelings for a friend? Triple check.

Warnings: small mentions of alcohol consumption. This is all smut (not hardcore smut but it's got the themes), so if that’s not what you like, you can skip!

Word Count: 1,738

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“If you didn’t want to come here, then why did you?”

“Because Dan dragged me here.”

That was the extent of Phil’s conversations following the arrival at some college frat party that Dan had dragged him to. He knew that he didn’t want to go, but when Dan told him he needed a designated driver at the end of the night, Phil knew he couldn’t just let Dan go alone.

He knew how Dan got sometimes.

But the thing is that Phil graduated from college nearly two years ago, and here Dan is in his first year. And Phil would be damned if he said he didn’t feel old being in such an environment.

He drank slow sips of a beer, only drinking about half before thinking that it was a bad idea to be hooked on it further, and leaving the can alone somewhere in the living room where he watched some girl pick it up and chug it. He rolled his eyes and sighed. There was a reason why he never enjoyed these things.

He kind of wished that Dan would have stayed around. But the minute they both stepped foot into the house, Dan pat Phil’s arm and told him he’d see him around. And now, he was no where to be found.

Phil was almost tempted to look around for him, and find him, and take him home. Namely, Phil himself just wanted to go home. He was sick of the loud music, the thick crowds, and the excessiveness of drunk people.

But, he decided he needed to go outside for a moment. To get some fresh air and hopefully go somewhere that people aren’t. He found a narrow gap in the crowd and slipped through, breaking through the people and towards the door. He opened it just in time to have some guy bust through and vomit right in front of him.

Yeah, Phil was ready to just go get Dan and leave.

He went to turn back around when he noticed he was sandwiched between the shut door and the crowd. So his really only option would be to just head out the door and see if Dan was outside first. So he turned and exited the house.

He cut around the side, by a group of guys doing a keg stand, and headed towards the back of the house. He noticed less and less people as he headed around the side, and sighed in content when he reached the back of the house and noticed the crowd was completely scattered.

But to no avail, Dan wasn’t around.

He continued around the side and saw a door that was open that led back inside the house. So he walked to the door and headed off back into the crowd of people, much to his dismay.

He stopped on the way in by an old friend by the name of PJ. He was standing against a window inside, a cup in his hand, and a look of annoyance on his face. Phil looked spotted him and PJ waved him down.

“What are you doing here?” PJ asked with a laugh, “I don’t remember you ever enjoying parties.”

“I don’t,” Phil answered back smoothing his hair away from his forehead, “But Dan needed a DD so I thought why not.”

PJ nodded, “Chris needed one too but I haven’t seen him since we arrived.”

“Same with Dan.”

PJ looked around and furrowed his brows, “Oh, Dan’s over there with some guy.”

For some particular reasoning, Phil’s heart stuttered it’s beat in his chest and he felt a hitch of breath. Sure, Dan and him weren’t anything more than friends, but he hated seeing Dan with other people. In the short time he’s known Dan, he just cannot stand the sight of Dan being with someone else.

And sure, if someone were to ask Phil if he felt something other than a friendship towards Dan, he wouldn’t like. He would say yes. Because he would give anything to have his friends attention for reasons that are romantic.

“He’s been with the guy most of the night,” PJ continued on, “I don’t know who the guy is though, but they’ve been clinging to each other.”

Phil nodded and sighed, “Maybe I should go and get him before he does something he’ll regret.”

“Just don’t get too interruptive,” PJ said with a smirk, “No one likes a cock block.”

Phil nodded and watched for Dan, who was now trailing through the crowd with the guys arm around him. Dan appeared to be leaning into him, and Phil didn’t know if it was because he was too drunk to stand or he was doing that on purpose.

But Phil found himself following Dan.

Dan winded down a hallway with this guy and sure enough, they entered into a vacant room, but the door was only partly shut. Phil got to the door and was ready to get Dan when he heard something that made him stop.

Peeking through the crack of the door, he saw Dan on his knees in front of the guy. And the guy was naked from the waist down. Phil gasped, feeling like he was intruding on something so intimate. But he knew it was just a one night stand.

Dan began to suck the guy, moving his mouth up and down the guys length. Phil found his pants suddenly tightening and a heat forming in his stomach. And he found himself watching.

He watched as Dan continued to blow this man and give him pleasure that the man was quite clearly enjoying from the loud moans that were not being filtered. Phil’s hand had found its way into his jeans as he grabbed himself and relieved a small amount of pleasure

And then the man was holding Dan’s head in place and Dan was choking softly. Phil watched in disbelief as Dan pulled off and wiped his face quickly before the man grabbed him and pulled him on his lap as he kissed him senseless.

But then Dan stopped the man, and pushed him away. They whispered a few things to one another when the man got up and began heading towards the door. Phil suddenly moved away from the door and hid as the man exited the room.

Phil decided that he needed to find a bathroom where he could get some much needed relief himself when the door opened and he heard it, “Phil!”

It was his name, and definitely Dan’s voice.

Phil walked closer to the door and saw Dan sitting on the edge of the bed. He was swinging his legs and smirking at him, “Phil, I know you were watching.”

Phil felt his face heat up as he thought of an excuse on what he could tell Dan to make it not seem the way it was, “I…”

Dan smiled at him and crooked a finger towards him, “It’s okay,” he said now patting the bed next to him, “Shut the door behind you and come over here.”

Phil complied and shut the door, slowly walking over the bed where Dan was sat. He was in front of Dan when Dan grabbed his hips and yanked him forwards. Within seconds, Dan’s hands were working over Phil’s jeans and undoing them as his painful erection strained against his boxers.

“You sure seemed to like watching me blow Mike,” Dan said biting his lip, “Wanna get the same experience?”

It was at those words that everything cleared up for Phil and his senses clicked, “Dan,” he said grabbing his wrist, “We can’t. You’re my best friend.”

Dan looked up at him and smiled, “I’ve been wanting you for so long,” he cooed, “God, Phil, you’re so attractive and I just want you so badly.”

“But you’re drunk.”

“I haven’t drank a drop of liquor tonight because I wanted this to be a way for us to connect with each other,” he said with a sigh, “I’ve been feeling like you don’t like me and I thought that maybe if I got you to a party where I could loosen you up, we could…you know…and then I could express my feelings and everything would be okay.”

“You could've done that,” Phil said looking down at him, “Because I really like you, Dan.”

“You do?” He asked with a hopeful look.

Phil nodded, “Yes, Dan, I do.”

Dan smiled brightly before suddenly palming Phil through his boxers, leaving Phil to grasp, “Now,” Dan said, “How about we consummate our newly found feelings?”

“Only if you feel okay about this,” Phil said, reaching down and petting Dan’s hair.

Dan didn’t answer with words, but his swift motion of yanking down Phil’s boxers and exposing his hard length into the open air was answer enough.

Phil couldn’t believe the skills that Dan had. He was simply amazing at what he was doing and god damn, Phil would be lying if he said he didn’t want—no need—this all the time with Dan.

Sadly, everything was done just as fast it had started. Mostly because Phil was already close and Dan’s mouth was just so amazing. The way he could take him all the way without a single hesitation, and the way his hot wet heat of a mouth was just the right everything. He was shooting down Dan’s throat and Dan swallowed around him.

Phil slowly dislodged himself from Dan’s mouth and looked down at him, “Do you need any help?” He asked, motioning to Dan’s pants.

Dan shook his head, “Nah,” he said with a blush creeping up his cheeks, “I kind of finished when you did.”

Phil smiled down at him and did something he wasn’t quite expecting to do anytime soon. He kissed Dan. And Dan kissed him back. It was nothing huge and nothing heated, but it was enough to leave them both smiling afterwords.

As they exited the room, after they had stayed back and ridden their highs together, Phil found himself looking around and seeing PJ. PJ winked at him and so he winked back. Dan noticed this and jabbed Phil’s side with a laugh.

Once in the car, Phil in the drivers side and Dan in the passengers side, he began to drive off when Dan suddenly spoke up.

“So…wanna continue this at home?”

Phil smiled to himself.

Yes, yes he certainly did.

#phan #phan fic #phan fiction #phan smut #phan pure sin #pure sin #smut #bottom!dan #top!phil #phan fluff #princesslexi763fic

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aarontveit · 7 years

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rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

i was tagged by: @willa-earp

the last…

1. drink: ice water 2. phone call: my dad 3. text message: will (room mate) 4. song you listened to: timber / kesha ft. pitbull 5. time you cried: last night 6. dated someone twice: last year, actually 7. kissed someone and regretted it: not since late 2012 or early 2013 8. been cheated on: fuck this question in the ass 9. lost someone special: don’t want to talk about it 10. been depressed: right now 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: this year, i wanna say march

favorite colors 

12. lavender 13. shades of red 14. shades of blue

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: yes 17. laughed until you cried: yes 18. found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. met someone who changed you: yes 20. found out who your friends are: yes & no 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: lmao no

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them, i think 23. do you have any pets: two cats, shiloh & pete  24. do you want to change your name: my birth name, yes. that’s why i go by ashton 25. what did you do for your last birthday: i was in my home city at the hospital with my mother in palliative care, & then i was taken out for dinner by my dad & nephew 26. what time did you wake up: not long after 10AM 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: i was on audio with lizzy watching things 28. name something you can’t wait for: tiff ‘17 cause i’m volunteering this year!!! 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: the night she died, may 25th 31. what are you listening to right now: float on / modest mouse 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes 33. something that is getting on your nerves: me being alive 34. most visited website: tumblr & primewire 35. hair colour: cotton candy 36. long or short hair: semi-short, almost medium length now 37. do you have a crush on someone: when don’t i though? 38. what do you like about yourself: my ego 39. piercings: a ring in my nose, two rings on my lower lip, industrial in right ear, two regular piercings in right ear, orbital in right ear, five helix in left ear, one regular in left ear 40. blood type: i have no fucking clue 41. nickname: nicknames make me fucking angry so no 42. relationship status: queerplatonic / taken 43. zodiac: aries 44. pronouns: he/they, but i prefer people to just say my name 45. favourite tv show: third watch, the o.c., 24, jericho 46. tattoos: got four of ‘em. blue rose on left hand, one on my inner left forearm, another on my inner right forearm, and one on my right collarbone 47. right or left handed: ambidextrous with right favouritism 48. surgery: yes 49. piercing: 50. sport: soccer & nascar 51. vacation: georgia and/or italy 52. pair of trainers: i own a pair, but i don’t know the brand or anything. so... yes?

more general

53. eating: deluxe pizza pockets (just finished ‘em) 54. drinking: ice water 55. i’m about to: finish answering these fucking questions 56. waiting for: TOMORROW BECAUSE I GET MY MONEY!!!!!! 57. want: death & never ending black void 58. get married: maybe one day, but i’m not gonna be disappointed if i don’t. though, because of me talking about dd to my family, they all think we’re gonna end up married. and honestly, if that happened, it’s because we get drunk together & drunk!marry like our respective RP characters, tom & gavin. it would literally be marriage chicken, and we’d end up regretting it the next day but probably not give much of a shit. that is literally the only way that would ever happen, and seeing as how it’s impossible to get me that level drunk? good luck, bro. 59. career: youth lawyer (dream job: criminal profiler) 60. hugs or kisses: neither. i don’t like being touched 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: taller 63. older or younger: i don’t really care, tbh. as long as you’re over 18 64. nice arms or nice stomach: i... don’t.... care? 65. hook up or relationship: i also do not care 66. troublemaker or hesitant: both 67. kissed a stranger: yes 68. drank hard liquor: lmao yes 69. glasses/contact lenses: glasses. can’t wear contacts. 70. turned someone down: yes 71. sex on the first date: depends. if i do it, it’s because i don’t like the person oops 72. broken someone’s heart: yes 73. had your heart broken: yes 74. been arrested: yes 75. cried when someone died: yes 76. fallen for a friend: yes

do you believe in …

77. yourself: not exactly, but i try 78. miracles: yes & no 79. love at first sight: yes 80. santa claus: someone’s gotta fucking do it, bitch 81. kiss on the first date: yes 82. angels: my faith is complicated, so yes & no

other

83. best friend’s name: dd 84. eye colour: they change colours actually, hazel & blue & green & grey 85. favourite movie: the pianist

#long post #misc: about

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residentflirt · 7 years

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Day 5; Role Reversal

Title: Day 5; Role Reversal Summary: - Rating: T (an innuendo if you catch it) Day/Prompt: Day 5; Role Reversal

(I have a girlfriend, you see, I have however never been on a date per se as this is not really a custom here. Unless you have a traditional partner, but we are both introverts and much rather sit on the couch watching weird documentations on netflix. With that thought, I give you a pseudo-date.)

Rose was a mess, in the most positive way possible.

The day had progressed positively – to start with it was weekend and Miss Lailah had told her, just before leaving the school, that she’d passed her test and she wouldn’t have to worry about this semester's grade. That meant Brad gave her the day off because she did well and she could sleep in for once. It also meant that her plan to go on her not-date with Alisha, Sorey and Mikleo was actually going to be a thing!

Or at least that’s what she thought before Sorey wrote her a message;

[Can’t make it. Smth came up. Have fun on your D-A-T-E. ;-DD]

Yes, he adds noses to his smileys. Edna had tried breaking him out of that habit and failed miserably. Not even MIKLEO writes smileys like that. If he ever does add them (he never does).

Anyway! Sorey canceled for both Mikleo and Sorey and that meant her not-date had turned into, what every sane person but proclaim, a date. With only two people.

// I’m a Flashback! //

Why did I wear a skirt? They’re so…drafty.

Rose jogged up the street to the movie theater she had told Alisha to wait at. It was warm, a nice and sunny 22 degrees Celsius and not a cloud in sight. Brad had somehow convinced her to dress up properly and so she ended up in a white pleated skirt, red short-sleeved shirt and a matching blouse. She balked at the shoes however and retained her sneakers – much to her Dad’s disappointment.

Coming to a slower pace, the redhead craned her neck a bit and was met with the familiar outline of the person she was meant to meet up with. Though only in side profile, she marveled at the strip of bare skin Alisha showed by wearing tight-high black socks and a matching pair of shorts. A white long-sleeved sweater, it looked deliberately baggy, covered her upper body. And as far as Rose could she, the blonde wore a pair of ankle-length brown boots.

Seems interestingly stylish for a meet-up with friends. Rose thought as she came to a halt a few feet from Alisha.

“Yo, Alisha! Sorry for the wait.” Alisha startled slightly and turned to the side, the frown immediately vanished and was replaced by a charming smile. Rose swore she saw Alishas eyes move along her body (she repressed the shiver, honestly), silently appraising her.

“Hello, Rose. You look very nice.” The blonde said, smile still in place and walked the last few steps up to Rose. The latter blushed, now definitely sure that Alisha was checking her out, though before she could say anything Alisha continued, “Mikleo told me that they won’t be able to come. So, it’s just the two of us.”

Shaking her head with a chuckle, Rose looked at Alisha, “Yeah Sorey told me the same. You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I enjoy spending time with you other than in a classroom.” Her companion answered and turned around, but Rose saw it. That glint in Alishas eyes, she knew very well what it meant. It meant mischief of the best kind.

“Are you coming?”

“Not yet. Uh, I mean yes!”

She was met with a chuckle.

The movie part was pretty harmless. They’d picked an action/fantasy flick about a band of misfits trying to get revenge on the ultimate evil (or good, depending on your interpretation), and as they were both relative sporty and there were a few fighting scenes, Rose and Alisha were completely immersed. By the time the credits rolled over the screen and the other movie-goers left the cinema hall, Rose had all but forgotten about Alishas newly found directness.

Of course, that was remedied very easily when her date (not-date, she was adamant) said they should do some window-shopping. Not that she minded really, but before she could even say anything, Alisha had taken her hand into her own and pulled her along right after exiting the theater. Now, girls did that regularly, if only to fend off creeps and perverts on open streets, so she wasn’t really fooled by this. However, when the redhead was finally right next to Alisha, she was suddenly surrounded by the blondes’ perfume, as Alisha opted to entwine their arms.

Like a couple.

Like a couple in love.

Their bodies now closer than before, Rose could barely think straight (hah!) when Alisha smiled at her, again as charming as before, and walked with her arm in arm like it was the most normal thing to ever occur.

Swallowing slightly, Rose looked forward, “Anything in particular we’re looking for?”

Alisha shook her head, “I just want to walk with you. Like this, if you don’t mind?”

This girl, why is she so… she’s supposed to be the bashful one! When did we switch roles?!

Her inner turmoil aside, Rose, of course didn’t mind their close proximity. Who would? Alisha was easily the most beautiful girl she knew, though barely anyone dared to look at her in the right way if they didn’t want to invoke the wrath of Edna and Mikleo. (More often than not, had he glared some poor fella into leaving with his tail between his legs because he dared look at his student body proclaimed little sister the wrong way. And Edna was downright terrifying.)

Shivering at the thought Rose turned to the girl to her right, “I don’t mind at all.”

After walking for the better part of an hour, Alisha had finally pulled Rose into a fancy-looking dress store. They were girls after all, and Alisha did seem like a person who would shop for fancy gowns here much more than herself. To hear surprise Alisha asked if she wanted to try some herself. Rose nodded, a bit reluctant but she would humor her date (yes, she had given up on correcting her mind on that) and try some on. The next moment she was shoved into the dressing room by an attendant.

“Anything to drink, Miss Diphda?” She heard a voice from outside, the thick curtain muffled his voice slightly, though.

“No thank you, Mr. Ilbert. But maybe a glass of water for my friend?”

“Certainly.”

And then the curtain was moved to the side, the rings scratching along the curtain rail and she was met by a short red dress with lace accents and altogether something that was not exactly her go-to style.

“Miss Alisha picked it out especially for you, Miss Wilkis.” The attendant said before leaving her to her own devices.

Did… Alisha plan this?

Nodding to herself, Rose began to undress quickly and pulled the dress on, she couldn’t pull up the zipper completely, as it went up further than she could reach. Looking at herself in the mirror, Rose pulled the cloth a bit higher over her bust until it sat snuggly on her frame.

“I can’t go out like this…” The redhead mumbled and closed her eyes. Alisha had an expert eye on finding something that would go with her hair, she also didn’t mind wearing dresses, really. But this was… short. Even by her standards.

Mulling over her thoughts, she didn’t register the voice from the other side of the thick curtain, much less when said barrier was carefully opened for the person to slip in confidently.

Ultimately, she was ripped out of her thoughts by a warm hand pulling the zipper up. Rose opened her eyes in shock, a blush dusted over her cheeks as she stared at the familiar green eyes of Alisha through the floor length mirror in front of her.

Alisha, in an act of pure courage, moved both of her hands to rest on Roses’ waist and looked at the figure of the redhead through the mirror. This meant she was standing right behind her, warmth radiating off her in waves and the sweet scent of her perfume engulfed her once again.

“You look beautiful.” The blonde said, her body now flush against Roses’ own. The smoldering green eyes and the altogether serious face of Alisha had Rose in a state of utter stupor. She did manage a garbled ‘thank you’ though. With a push on one side, Rose was turned around and came directly face to face with her undeniable crush.

Her lack of words was embarrassing, then again, having Alisha like this was a sight to behold. Sure, her position in the Student Council had made her adept at winning most arguments with teachers and the headmaster concerning budget cuts or unnecessary spending of school funds – and she was fierce and a force to be reckoned. And most likely one of the many reasons why Rose was attracted to her. But this Alisha, confident and charming like a… knight in gleaming armor (for lack of better words) was an entirely different version, and Rose was smitten.

“The skirt might be a little too short, though it does accentuate your legs.” Alisha mumbled more to herself, eyes still smoldering, roaming, and staying on the aforementioned limbs longer than an actual fashion designer would. The redhead fidgeted slightly, she might have been used to being stared at – she knew she had a great build, she didn’t work out for nothing after all – but this was most definitely the bonus she’d always (well ever since her crush on Alisha started) wanted.

Finishing her musing she, her gaze met Alisha. It might not have been ideal, it wasn’t perfect and she was embarrassed, but in this moment Rose was sure the only thing more perfect than anything was kissing her. It was ridiculous in a way, their date wasn’t really planned out and they only watched a movie, but all the time they spend together – even with the more ‘interesting’ situations – felt like to build up to this. And so, she uttered the words she knew were the only right thing to say during this moment. No matter the risk.

“Can I kiss you right now?”

She hadn’t really expected an answer. And she didn’t get a verbal on. Instead, she was pushed against the mirror – a comforting chill at most – one of Alishas hands entwined with hers (she wasn’t even sure if it was left or right) and the other was placed on the small of her back. And finally, Alishas lips met hers. And if not for her own need, she would’ve been too stunned at the sheer passion the blonde transferred with her body language. It wasn’t the sweet, chaste kiss you’d expect a couple to have. No, it was passionate and washed over every fiber of her being. It was exactly what her first kiss with Alisha should be like.

#roseali week 2017 #roseali #alisha diphda #rose (toz)#tales of zestiria #hs au #day 5 #I'm too unromantic for this #they made my feel things #rose x alisha #we should call them squireship #residentfiction

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