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Paint the Town Red | MV1
summary: when the biggest rumour of the season turns out to be true, how will it effect the bond between you and your best friend?
note: hello! I am alive, I promise. The past few weeks have been wild and I'm slowly returning to be with you all! This is also my first ever SMAU, so PLEASE be gentle with me!
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F1 ✔
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F1: BREAKING: Y/N Y/L/N to join Scuderia Ferrari in 2024!
The race-winner from Alphatauri will end her current contract with the Red Bull family after a record-breaking two seasons together. Y/L/N is the first driver to win four consecutive sprint races as well as setting phenomenal wins in Monza and Silverstone
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landoleclerc: FINALLY! she's getting some good recognition and deserves this seat so SO MUCH!!!!!! 😭
scuderiaferrari: welcome home, Y/N ❤️🏎️
pitstopboxbox: I can't believe the rumours were true lmao, who agreed to this?
y/ntauri: @pitstopboxbox she's so much better than half the grid, she deserves this more than anyone else 🤷🏻‍♀️
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alphatauri: After two seasons together, Scuderia Alphatauri and Y/N Y/L/N will be parting ways at the end of the 2023 season.
Y/N has always been a valuable and loved member of our team; as the first woman in Formula One racing to score points on the grid, we are more than proud of all we have achieved together. She will always be a loved and appreciated member of the Red Bull Family. We wish her every luck in her future at Scudeira Ferrari.
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redbullracing: thank you for everything, Y/N! 💙❤️
lechairalonso: you all never deserved her, we know what was said about her! Y/N TO FERRARI!!!!!!!!
scuderiaferrari: we'll take good care of our girl! ❤️
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yourusername: After an incredible two years and discussions with Franz Tost, Christian Horner and Adrian Newey, I have come to the decision to leave Scuderia Alphatauri at the end of the 2023 season.
Racing has and will always be an incredibly huge part of my life; I will forever be grateful for the opportunity given to me by Alphatauri and the passion and energy I have been able to put into one of the most important things in my life. Franz has been a leader and a legend, Yuki my best friend and the entire team here and back home are phenomenal.
Whilst I am sad to leave behind a legacy created, I am proud to take my next steps into the future as a Scuderia Ferrari driver. This has been a dream of mine ever since I was a child and I cannot wait to fufill the wish that my younger self desired for so long. I want to thank everyone for your love and support along the way and I hope to make you all proud.
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ynarmy: onward and upwards! we can't wait to see your NEXT adventure! 🏎❤️
yukitsunoda0511: I'll miss you forever, keeping your seat warm always! 🤍
redbullsupermax: ain't no way Y/N is winning anything now, this was her best bet as a woman lmao.
sainztsunoda: @redbullsupermax PLSSSS and ur PFP is literally a cheater lMAO 😂😭
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f1gossip: Has the Y/L/N transfer to Ferrari caused issues already? Eagle-Eyed fans among the sport spotted that Three-Time World Champion, Max Verstappen, has UNFOLLOWED Y/N. 
The two have been known for having an incredibly strong relationship on the grid and Verstappen has mentioned to the press multiple times that he believes Y/N would be a suitable driver for Red Bull. The two have known one another since their racing in Formula 3. Has this move to Ferrari caused strain on this friendship?
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oconredflags: there's no way that something like this could split them up? they've been friends for SO long? 😭❤️
ferrarilover1655: nah I'm sorry, max is salty that she's moving onto better things. she has every right to be happy and he should be supporting her
vettellovers: @ferrarilover1655: she's literally moving to FERRARI. WORST MOVE EVER. 😂😂😭
astonalonso: LANDO IN THE LIKES BRUUUUUUH. 👀👀
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scuderiaferrari: The future is red. Say hello to the SF-24, designed and built in Maranello.
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raybans: we're painting the town red in 2024!
yourusername: 🏎️❤️
vettelschumacher: Y/N is going to be the greatest thing that's happened to this team in SO long
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sffanpage: Charles Leclerc and Y/N Y/L/N at Maranello for the SF-24 Launch today! Y/N visited the museum before the official launch and the two were seen leaving the event at the same time after stopping to speak to fans!
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papayasainz: they look like they'll make SUCH a good team? They had so much banter during the launch I LOVE LOVE THE VIBE ❤️😭❤️😭
louisaferrari44: @papayasainz RIGHT? when Charles was welcoming her too and they were giggling when Fred came on, ICONIC 😅
ferrariofficialfanpages: we've need something fresh for so long and I'm so excited that this is happening 🤍❤️🏎
supermaxredbull: I give it 2 races and she'll be done lmao
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yourusername: The SF-24 is here and I am so excited! Such a beautiful car built by an incredible team. I hope I can do you all proud this year!
Thank you to everybody who came out to support the team; I feel so welcome and loved and I cannot wait to begin this season on a high! Forza Ferrari! ❤️🏎
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f1: we can't wait to see you on track in red!
ferrarifans16: SHE'S HERE! OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS SO GOOD AND I'M NOT READY!!!!!
charles_leclerc: welcome to the family! ❤️
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maranellomadness: Y/N IS ABOUT TO REVIVE US ARE WE ALL READY?????
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charles_leclerc: SF-24 Launch was incredibleeeee 🤩
Thank you to all the fans and the love in Maranello today, I can't wait to get behind the wheel and bring us some memories and points. ❤️
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yourusername: forza charles! ❤️
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sffanpage: good luck this season Charles! we can't wait to see you bring home all the points!!
vettelalonso: CHARLES IN RED WILL ALWAYS BE MY ROMAN EMPIRE 😍😍😍
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Honey Girl. Chapter Four.
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Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Series Masterlist. The Playlist.
Chapter Synopsis - You and Bucky deal with the fallout of Cora's reveal. What's that saying? If you love something, let it go...
Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend! Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
Age Rating - 18+
Warnings - cursing. angst. alcohol consumption.
Word Count - 5k
Author's Note - i can only apologise that this chapter took a little while!! my life is at a super weird place rn, so i'm just trying to find the time when i can. words cannot describe how incredible all of your support is for Honey Girl. the fact you all reblog and comment and send me asks means the world to me. love you all so much.
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
Masterlist. Inbox.
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You can't breathe.
It's like all of the oxygen has been sucked out of the air, leaving it dry, brittle, sterile. Your lungs are burning, scratched like sandpaper. The backyard is spinning, like teenagers at a roller rink - all flashing lights and endless rotations.
You haven't taken your eyes off of Bucky, and he hasn't taken his eyes off of you. If you were thinking more logically, you'd probably realise that you've been staring at each other for too long, and it's starting to look a little suspicious. You don't care.
Your ears are ringing. It's like there's been an explosion, and you're scattered amongst the debris. Smoke, flames, rubble. A catastrophic detonation in your parents backyard.
A gentle hand on your shoulder snaps you back to reality. The music is still playing, everyone around the table is still conversing, the house still stands. No explosion here.
"Sweetheart?"
It's your Mom, clearly sensing your distress. She probably thinks you're upset with her, for telling Cora. You are, but that's not what's causing the pain in your chest.
"Come inside with me, baby girl. Let's get away from the noise for a second."
She grabs your hand and pulls you out of your chair, still none the wiser to the magnetism preventing you from breaking your gaze that's locked on Bucky's. She practically drags you inside, the cool air of the kitchen waking you up.
"Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry. Cora overheard the conversation we had earlier. I thought it was good news, so I didn't think to ask her to keep it private."
She looks like she's being eaten alive by guilt. Your bottom lip quivers, your eyes well up, and before you know it, there are warm, salty tears dripping down your cheeks.
"Hey, hey. What's the matter?"
You sit down on the tiled floor, back pressed against the cabinets. Curling your knees to your chest, you try to stifle your sobs.
"Everything's such a mess, Mama."
She drops to the ground, gathering you in her arms. She holds you as tight as she can, rubbing soothing circles into your back and whispering comforting words in your ear. Eventually, she pulls back to look at you.
"What's the matter, baby? I thought Stella's call was a good thing - that you'd be excited to go back to California."
You take a shaky breath before replying.
"It's just... I think - I don't, it's... it's so complicated."
She traces her fingers over your cheeks, your eyebrows, your nose. She dances her fingertips over your face, as if she's committing it to her mind forever. It brings back warm and cosy childhood memories of her doing the same thing to help you sleep. The two of you would snuggle up against all of your pillows in bed, tucked up and safe. She'd lie with you until she was sure you were dreaming, before kissing you on the forehead and sneaking out.
"Talk to me. We can figure it out. We always do."
"It's not that simple. I just... there's a lot going on, I guess. I thought it'd be an easy decision, but it isn't, and it's all I can think about, and it's eating me up because I'm so scared I'm gonna do the wrong thing -"
You cut yourself off with a sob, resting your head on your knees.
"I knew there was something bothering you, sweetheart. Why didn't you come and talk to us? Even if we can't fix it, we can listen."
"I thought I could handle it. I thought I could figure it out on my own."
"You don't ever have to carry stress like this on your own, baby girl. Ever. You hear me?"
You nod and lean into her, letting her rock you in her arms on the kitchen floor.
"I'm sorry again, about Cora. She means well, you know she does."
"I know. Doesn't feel like it sometimes, but I know."
A pause.
"Okay, sweetheart. What are we going to do now? Whatever you decide, we'll support you."
"Your Mom's right," your Dad says from the doorway. "Whatever you choose, we'll be right alongside you. No matter what."
He strides over to join the two of you on the floor, sandwiching you between him and your Mom.
"If you need help packing up and moving, we're here. If you need us to create an elaborate lie to tell Stella, we're here. Either way, you've got us."
You smile at him gently, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder. Regardless of what happens, you have two parents that love you more than anything in the world. That has to count for something.
"You wanna rejoin us outside, or are you too tired? No one will blame you if you go home."
"I think I'll go home," you murmur. "I don't wanna face any more questions for today."
"Bucky's just gone too. Said something about an early morning tomorrow."
You inhale shakily at the mention of his name. You know you'll have to face him sooner or later.
Your Dad stands and grabs your hands to help you to your feet, before doing the same to your Mom. They both hug you tightly before walking you out to the front door.
"Promise me you'll call if you need anything. Anything."
"I promise, Mama. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay."
"Do you want one of us to walk you home?"
"No, it's okay. I think I need the air."
"Love you, baby girl."
"Love you too. Both of you."
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You're halfway home when you decide to turn around. You need to talk to Bucky.
It doesn't take you long to figure out where he is. You can feel in your chest that he's close by, that he hasn't strayed far. He hasn't gone home, though. The Universe is pulling you in the opposite direction.
The beach.
You spin on your heel and start walking down the road, picking up pace as you go. You can feel rain in the air, threatening to spill from the clouds at any given moment. Before you know it, you're running, sprinting along the sidewalk in the direction of your soulmate.
You get to the small boardwalk and look out over the sand. The sky is grey as concrete, cold and unforgiving. You spot a figure in a worn brown leather jacket by the shore, and you know instantly. It's him.
You march onto the beach with your shoes still on, wrapping your arms around yourself to act as a shield from the wind. You left your jacket at your parent's house, too eager to get out of there in a hurry. The rain is suspended in the air, never quite reaching the ground. You know it's only a matter of time before the heavens open.
"Bucky!" you yell, practically bounding across the sand. "Buck!"
He doesn't turn because he hears your voice. He turns because he suddenly feels like he can breathe, which he hasn't been able to do for the last hour. He knew you were there before you shouted his name.
"Bucky, please!"
He spins on his heel and stops walking, waiting for you to catch up with him. You're sprinting, panting as you reach him. The ocean waves crash against the shore, dangerously close to his boots.
"Buck, just let me explain," you choke out, trying to catch your breath.
You finally stop running and look at him. He looks broken. His hair looks like he's pulled his fingers through it repeatedly, tear tracks staining his cheeks, lips bitten red. You've never seen him upset like this. It's the worst thing you've ever witnessed.
"There's nothing to explain," he begins calmly, trying to keep a lid on his feelings.
"There is, Buck. There is. I... Cora overheard me confiding in my Mom, telling her about a call I'd gotten, from a classmate at culinary school. It was just an offer - I haven't accepted anything! I never meant for you to find out like this, I swear. It's all just... it's all so fucked up."
He looks at you in disbelief.
"No, you know what's fucked up?" he asks, raising his voice. "Finding out that my soulmate is moving across the country from some alcoholic suburban mom at a dinner party!"
You've never heard him yell before. You don't like it at all. You gather yourself before replying calmly, determined to keep you emotions under wraps.
"I've been trying to find a way to talk to you about it, but I didn't know where to start. How do I even begin to explain any of this?"
"Maybe, I don't know - 'hey, Buck, I got a call and I'm thinking of moving thousands of miles away for my dream job,' would be a good place to start?"
"It's more complicated than that. I was trying to protect you."
"Protect me from what?"
"From blowing your life up for me!"
You stare at each other for a minute, both of you unblinking.
"What are you talking about?" he croaks out.
"You'd drop everything for me, Bucky, and I can't let you do that. You've worked too damn hard to let it all go."
He's dumbfounded, for a moment. Not because he doesn't understand. No. He's realising that you're right.
"I knew that if I told you straight away, you'd have persuaded me to let you come with, and I would have said yes. And then you'd regret it, and you'd resent me, and we'd be over before we've even begun."
When he doesn't say anything, you continue.
"The thing is, Buck, the selfish part of me would have happily invited you along. Me and you, in California, running a bakery? That sounds like a fucking dream. But I have to listen to the other side of me, the selfless part. And that part is telling me that you have worked too damn hard for too damn long just for me to take that all away."
You feel droplets of water on your face, and for a moment, you wonder when you started to cry again. Then, in the deep distance, you hear a crack of thunder. The rain begins to pour, both of you caught in a storm in more ways than one.
"You don't get to make a decision like that for me!" he finally responds, yelling to be heard over the downpour. "We're supposed to talk about these things! To figure them out together! That's what soulmates are - we're a team!"
"I can't think rationally around you, Bucky! It's like all logic goes out the window. I'm just so overwhelmed with-"
You stop yourself before the word comes out, but you both know what you were about to say. He feels it in his ribcage, the surge of emotion from you.
"-with how I feel about you. You're my forever, Buck, and I feel like -" a sob wracks through you, shaking your frame. "-like I've fucked it all up already."
Your tears mix with the rainwater, trailing down your cheeks. You watch as Bucky fights with himself, internally battling his feelings.
"You're not the only one fucking it up," he chokes. "You repeatedly told me we had to take it slow, but I just... couldn't help myself. I've never felt for anyone what I feel for you, and being away from you for even a minute is fucking torture. I moved us too fast, and now look where we are. We've become the equivalent of a married couple in a couple of weeks. No one can handle change that sudden."
"It's not.. none of this is your fault, Buck. I kept something from you, something big. I know it doesn't matter now, but I want you to know how hard it's been to not tell you. It was killing me."
"I felt it," he murmurs shakily, willing himself not to cry. "In my chest. You were so torn up about something, and I just couldn't figure out what it was. I should have pushed you more, but I was worried I'd push you away."
Your lip trembles as you watch him bite his own anxiously.
"I'm so scared, Buck," you whisper. "I feel so lost and so confused and like nothing makes sense."
"Me too," he whispers back, eyes never leaving yours. "I'm fucking terrified. Our worlds have been turned upside down."
"Is it... is it supposed to be this hard? Everyone makes it sound so easy."
"I don't know. Maybe the Universe heard that we were anti-soulmate and decided to be super tough on us. Cosmic karma, or something."
You choke out a laugh through your tears. The rain has plastered your clothes to your body, the salty wind chilling you to the bone. Without thinking, Bucky takes off his jacket and wraps it around you, unable to watch you shiver any longer.
"What now?" you ask quietly. If he wasn't standing so close, he wouldn't have heard it.
"Let's get out of the storm," he suggests, nodding his head towards the path home. "We can talk some more somewhere warmer."
You sniffle and take a deep breath, willing yourself to get it together. Bucky surprises you by linking your hand with his, warm fingers intertwining around yours.
He doesn't let go the whole way home.
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Bucky takes you to his house.
You haven't been here since before your Tethering. You walk in the door, and your knees threaten to give way.
It's overwhelming.
Everywhere - everything - smells like Bucky. His scent clings to every fabric, every upholstery, every room. There's pictures scattered across the mantelpiece, his handsome face staring at you wherever you go. The house is warm, cosy, and just so Bucky it makes your heart ache.
You walk over to the fireplace, taking a closer look at the array of frames adorning it. There's one of your parents and Bucky smiling, sat out on his lawn last summer; another of Bucky and his team of mechanics, stood proudly outside his garage. A small black frame catches your eye. You pick it up, and your breath hitches in your chest.
It's a picture of the two of you on the deck of his boat, the day after you found out you were soulmates. The wind is blowing your hair, billowing your shirts, sun beating down on your skin. You're both beaming at the camera, bright and blinding, completely content.
You're holding back tears as you put it back in it's original place.
"My favourite picture," he murmurs from somewhere behind you. "We look happy."
"We were happy," you whisper. Then, quieter, "We will be again."
A pause.
"You want something to drink? Coffee, cocoa? Oh, I have that tea you like, the apple one?"
"You do?"
"Yeah. I, uh, bought some last time I went grocery shopping. In case you stopped by."
"Tea sounds good. Please."
You stay stood in the middle of the living room while Bucky puts the kettle on the stove, worried that your wet clothes will ruin his couch. As if he's read your mind, he pops his head around the door.
"There's a load of fresh clothes folded on top of the dryer. Grab whatever you want, dry off a little."
You wander into the laundry room, sorting through the pile. You find a t shirt with his garage logo on the back in big, white letters.
J.B.B. Motorcycles and Automotives.
The blocky, bold font swirls across the black material. You run your fingers over it, tracing the curves and spikes of the typeface. It's something you've seen him in a million times. You inhale deeply as you slip it over your head, revelling in the way it smells like him. You grab some boxer shorts and slip those on too, glad to finally be warm and dry.
Bucky loses his breath when you walk into the room. He's never seen you in his clothes before, and for good reason. He's about to have a goddamn heart attack.
"Tea is on the coffee table," he chokes out. "I'm gonna change, and then we'll talk, yeah?"
You nod gently, settling into the cushions of his couch and tucking your legs underneath you, mug warming your hands.
When Bucky returns, he's in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that you want to burrow yourself into. He takes his place, careful to put a little distance between you. Far enough that you're not touching, but close enough that you almost are.
"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I'm not good at this."
"Neither am I," he smiles gently. "It's my first time having a soulmate."
"Mine too," you laugh softly.
It floors you, his ability to always be able to comfort you. It's like a superpower, the way he always knows what to say or do to put you at ease.
"I think we got a little ahead of ourselves," he begins, careful to keep his voice low and deliberate. "I keep forgetting that we have forever. Literally. I was so eager to rush into this with you because I got excited. Don't get me wrong, I'm still ridiculously excited, but I'm realising now that our version of 'slow' wasn't slow at all."
"This whole Tethering thing makes everything so intense. There have been times where I honestly thought I was going to drop dead if you didn't kiss me."
"The feelings mutual," he chuckles.
You lace your fingers with his, never breaking eye contact, before addressing the elephant in the room.
"What am I gonna do about California, Buck?"
Your voice cracks just saying the word.
"Stella needs an answer, and I've upset you, and my parents are clueless, and I just - I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do. Please."
"I can't tell you what to do, honey," he soothes, running his thumb over the back of your hand. "And I'm not upset. I was, in the backyard... but I was mainly just blindsided. I kinda get it, you not telling me. I'm not sure what I'd do in your situation either."
"I just feel like both decisions are wrong. I can't win."
"Hey, hey. Look at me, pretty baby."
Bucky cradles your face in his warm hands, forcing your eyes to meet his ocean blue ones. You have to focus on his words, so you don't get lost in the waves of his irises.
"At the end of the day, it's completely your decision, and no one in the world can change that. But-"
He takes a deep breath, and continues.
"I think that you'll regret it every day for the rest of your life if you don't take the incredible opportunity that's been offered to you."
You take a second to process what he's telling you, your mind running at a thousand miles an hour.
"Are you... you're... are you saying I should take the job?"
"Like I said, it's your decision, but... yes. I'm saying you should take the job."
Your eyes well with tears, and you bite your lip to stop them from escaping. Inhaling carefully, you put your hands on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat under your palms. He's calm. He's sure. He's collected enough for the both of you.
"What about us?" you ask, barely above a whisper.
"Like you said, baby. I'm your forever." Buck leans in, resting his forehead to yours. "We have time."
"All the time in the world."
You connect your lips to Bucky's softly, testing the waters. He kisses you back with so much feeling, tears slip from your lashes without warning. He's crying too, emotion mixing with yours, dousing you both.
You pull away and wrap your arms around him, curling yourself into his chest. He holds you as tightly as he can, knowing this will be the last time for a long time.
"So you'll go."
"I'll go."
"And I'll stay."
"You'll stay."
"And we'll be okay. No matter what, we'll be okay."
You and Bucky fall asleep in each others arms, cherishing the feeling of home one last time.
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The happiness is starting to seep through.
You're devastated to be leaving Bucky behind, but you're trying to look on the bright side. Sunny beaches, new people, your dream job. If you think about the positives for long enough, the Bucky sized hole in your chest hurts a little less.
You're packing up your bookshelf when your phone rings, scaring the life out of you.
"Bitch!"
You know who it is instantly.
"Hi, Lacie."
"Where have you been? Why didn't you answer my text from last night?"
"Shit, sorry. I've been packing. What's up?"
"We're going out tonight. Not just us - all the girls. We're throwing you a goodbye party!"
You groan inwardly, massaging your temples with your fingers.
"A party? Lace, I don't need a party."
"Babe, you do. You really do. It'll be fun! I thought you'd be excited!"
You take a deep breath, and remember what you've been telling yourself. Focus on the positives.
"Okay, fine. Where? What time? What should I wear?"
"I knew you'd say yes! Come to my place at like... six? We can get ready together, like old times! And wear something sexy."
She doesn't wait for you to argue, just hangs up the phone. She knows you too well.
You know it'll be good for you, to see your girlfriends - but the thought of all the goodbyes you're about to say breaks your heart a little more.
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"Okay, what the fuck is going on with you?"
You're sat cross legged on Lacie's living room floor, sharing makeup that's scattered across the coffee table. You sip your wine for a moment, trying to come up with an excuse. It's no use.
"I don't know."
"Bullshit."
You turn to look at her.
"What?"
"It's bullshit, babe. Something's going on. You've been given your dream job, and you're moping around like you just got broken up with or something. Why aren't you happy?"
There's no malice in her voice, just pure love. She adores you. You adore her. She's the one person with an outsiders perspective on all of this. So, you cut the act.
"I had my Tethering."
Silence.
She's processing.
"What?!"
"Yeah."
"When? Who? Where? How? Oh my God what is happening? Why didn't you say anything? Fuck, I'm gonna cry. I'm so overwhelmed right now, I'm so happy for you! Wait... are we not happy?"
"It's... complicated."
There's a lump in your throat, but a levity in your heart. A weight has been taken off you. Telling someone the truth has made you feel a little lighter.
"Who is it, babe?"
You take a deep breath, and look her in the eyes.
"Bucky."
Her jaw drops.
"Your... your Dad's best friend Bucky?"
"That's the one."
"Oh. My. Fucking. God."
"Yeah."
"Holy shit."
"Yeah."
"This is complicated."
"Yeah."
"Aw, babe."
She pulls you in for a hug, not caring about the makeup you're smearing across her shirt. You cling to her as tightly as you can, savouring your best friends comfort.
"Does anyone else know?"
"No. We decided not to tell my parents for a while."
"Shit. No wonder you've been so sad lately. You're moving across the country, away from the one person you're supposed to be near."
"It's really hard," you whisper, tears threatening to spill.
"I can't even begin to imagine," she murmurs, holding you close. "I wish you'd told me sooner. We could have talked about it."
"I know," you sniffle. "I thought I could handle it on my own, but I really can't."
"You're not on your own, okay? You have Bucky, and you have me. You can always talk to me about this stuff. God knows I talked your ear off about Cameron."
You laugh softly, thinking back to that day that feels both like yesterday and a million years ago.
"Where is he tonight?"
"Out with his boys. It's good for us to spend a few hours apart."
You smile at the happiness that's radiating off her. She's glowing, beaming in all directions.
"Thanks, Lace. I love you. You know that right?"
"Of course I do. I love you too. So much," she leans forward to kiss your cheek. "Now let's have one hell of a last girls night, shall we?"
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You've lost track of exactly where you are.
You know you're downtown somewhere, in one of the bars. This one smells like wood and whiskey, lowlit and smoky. You hit the cocktail bar first, then the one covered in leopard print, then the monochrome pink one. Now, you're here.
The six of you are sat at a booth, high heels tangled and legs intertwined under the table. The wood is sticky with lemon wedges from tequila shots, salt scattered across the surface.
"If you find any hot west coast men, will you send them my way?" Reese asks, nudging you with her shoulder.
"And if you find any hot west coast women, will you send them mine?"
Everyone laughs, the scent of perfume filling the air.
"Rosa, what happened to Aubrey? We liked her!"
"Caught her kissing my ex girlfriend. So now they're both my ex girlfriends."
"Jesus Christ."
"Man, that's rough," Lacie giggles next to you.
The other girls continue to talk about Aubrey's infidelity as Lacie leans to whisper in your ear.
"Have you said goodbye to Bucky yet?"
You nod.
"Yesterday. I stayed the night, we fell asleep together. Said our goodbyes in the morning. It was awful."
"Love you," she whispers, squeezing your hand under the table.
"Love you too," you reply, squeezing back.
"There's a table of super hot guys over there," Maggie observes, tilting her head in their direction. "Maybe we should conveniently dance that way in a little while."
You don't bother to look over, knowing that none of them will compare to your soulmate. The other girls seem interested, though, so you smile along with them.
"Babe," Sam hisses, kicking you under the table. "There's a hot guy at that table, three o'clock, that keeps staring at you."
You glance over, and your heart stutters in your chest.
Bucky.
His blue eyes pierce your soul, even from across the room. For a moment, it's only the two of you, all the noise forgotten.
You're snapped back to reality by Sam.
"Fuck, he's hot. If you don't want him, I do."
"You should talk to him," Lacie suggests quickly. "Why not, right?"
She's practically pushing you out of the booth, high school wrestler style. In another life, you think, she would have made a good football player. All five foot four of her.
You walk past his table, eyes still locked on him, and towards the bathrooms. You know he'll follow you. You walk to the end of the hallway and out of the door, into the fresh night air.
You feel him appear before you see him. You lean your body against the wall, head resting on the cold brick. Bucky stands in front of you, shirt stretched across his shoulders gorgeously.
"Hi."
"Hi, honey baby."
You smile softly at the nickname.
"What are you doing here?"
"I got dragged to a boys night. What are you doing here?"
"I got dragged to a girls night."
He laughs, and all the tension melts from your muscles.
"Thought we said our goodbyes. I didn't think I'd see you again before I left."
"Me too. But you know the Universe. It hates us."
"Cosmic karma," you whisper.
The two of you stand down the alleyway, looking at each other carefully. Neither of you wants to spook the other person. You'd processed your leaving, said your emotional goodbyes. And now he's here, standing in front of you. You don't want to have to do it all again.
"I should probably get back inside, before the girls get the wrong idea."
"Baby, I followed you to the bathroom. They've already got the wrong idea."
You chuckle, kicking at a rock on the ground.
"Yeah. I don't know how I'm gonna explain this."
A smile. A pause.
"I'll let you get back to your friends, then."
You lean up to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek.
"Bye, Buck."
"Bye, pretty girl."
You push off the wall and walk away towards the door. Suddenly, a warm hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you into a solid chest.
Bucky kisses you like a man possessed. There's nothing gentle about it - just pure, unadulterated passion. It's all teeth and tongue and nipping and biting, neither of you willing to be the first to pull away.
He walks you back into the wall, pushing you against the rough brick. You hike a leg up onto his hip as he grabs your thigh to pull you closer, desperate to feel all of you. Your hands are in his hair, around his neck, tangled in his collar, his shirt, his belt loops. Anything you can get your hands on, you grab.
A distant chorus of cheers break you out of your lust fuelled haze. A bachelorette party walks by, one of the women winking at you as they go. You and Bucky take a step away from each other, straightening out your clothes and fixing your hair.
"Promise me you'll call me if you need anything," Bucky murmurs, leaning to rest his forehead on yours.
"I promise," you whisper, almost against his lips. "Goodbye, Bucky."
"Goodbye, honey girl."
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The salty ocean wind whips through your hair, sun beating down onto your skin, some upbeat pop song humming from the radio. You keep your eyes glued to the road in front of you, begging yourself not to look back. You know if you do, you'll turn the car around and run straight back into Bucky's arms.
Let the happiness seep through, you remind yourself, gripping the steering wheel.
Let the happiness seep through.
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roseychains · 23 days
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Bone jaw٫ could you maybe pretty please do a thick thigh reader with jk men 👉👈 smut of fluff doesn't matter to me cause all I want is to finally see a thick thigh reader cause I never do its fine if you dont tho thanks for doing/considering this!
Jjk men with a reader with thick thighs ~
A/n: I’m literally sobbing I accidently clicked out of this tab and it erased everything I had done 😕 it’s okay tho I rewrote it all
C/w: everything is fluffy. Maybe slightly suggestive in getos & toji? But nothing smutty.
Bonus Gojo smut at the end, c/w: written by a minor, thigh fucking, somno but he wakes you up to ask for consent. Needy Gojo.
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Gojo: his love language is physical touch. He can’t keep his hands off you, esspecially your thighs. The bigger the better, I can imagine him using your thighs as pillows. Being a jujutsu sorcerer is stressful and tiring, and being the strongest, naturally he has to take on the most begrudging tasks. Everyone has their own way to desensitize after a long day. His method just so happens to be falling asleep on his gorgeous wifes thighs while she plays with his hair. It’s just so comforting to him, a change of pace from his otherwise violent day.
Geto: geto is obsessed with your body. Especially your supple thighs. He’s handsy, and finds them incredibly attractive. He also finds himself unable to look away from him, he can’t help it. One of his favorite things is making out with you while your straddle his lap and your thighs rest on either side of his waist. It drives him insane, being able to hold not one but both of your lovely thighs in his hands while he kisses you.
Nanami: this man is such a provider, he can’t help but keep a gentle hand resting on your large thigh at all times. Sitting at a restaurant? His hand is on your thigh. Being his passenger princess? His hand is on your thigh. It’s not rough, just enough pressure for him to feel your skin and you to feel his hand. He wants you with him 24/7, and having his hand on you is a relief. He knows your right next to him, safe.
Toji: this man can pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. And to him, you do. But one of his favorite things about carrying you in such a manor is your thighs draped over his abdomen. He will grab you buy the thighs and support you buy the thighs anytime he’d holding you. Be that pinning you against the wall, princess carrying you, or thrown over his shoulder, he’s holding you by your thighs.
Choso: he’s a big sensory guy. Whenever you guys are just laying around cuddling, he will poke and hold your thighs. He loves the way your skin feels to his fingers, how soft and pliant your thighs are, a nice contrast to all the sharp and rough feelings in the world. He’s fascinated , almost, absolutely lost in though when he’s touching your thighs. Start stroking his hair and he’s asleep. He’s just so cute
Bonus Gojo smut ~
Waking up in the middle of the night, with his cock throbbing in his boxers, he’s just so happy his lovely wife is beside him, wiling to help. He doesn’t want to wake you though or make you put in any work this time at night, so an idea pops into his head.
Rolling over and crawling on top of you, he’s pushing your hair gently away from your face, gently tapping your head till you squint your eyes open. “Pst.. I know it’s late, but I’m really fucking horny. Do you mind if I use your thighs?”
It takes you a minute to process what he just said, but after you understand what he’s saying, you nod your head, about to get up when he pushes you back down “nonono go back to sleep, I’ll be so gentle and quite you won’t even hear or see me. Please go back to sleep baby, I don’t need you to life a finger.” Leaning down and kissing your forehead.
“Mmm are you sure baby? I don’t helping” he nodded his head, cupping your face. “Your the sweetest love, but yes I’m sure. I don’t need an ounce of effort on your part, now go back to sleep sleeping beauty~” you nodded, closing your eyes and turning back to your side.
He returns to your back side, quickly freeing his member from his boxers, jerking himself a few times before lining himself up with your thighs, gently sliding his cock inbetween your plush thighs.
He began thrusting slowly, his tip poking out through your thighs, right over your panty covered clit. He kept his voice down, letting our soft moans as he pushed in and out of the space.
His thrusts sped up, rutting into the space between your thighs, needy hands grabbing your hips pulling himself as close to you as he could, and after a few, sloppy thrusts, he’s spitting thick ropes of cum out from between your legs, landing on the sheets and of course your thighs.
He puts his cock back in his boxers, pulling your body close to his, wrapping your body up in his, spooning you. Thinking to himself, “Eh. I’ll change the sheets in the morning.”
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Can you do Conrad with ‘’Is that my shirt?’’
This was the only gif I could find with this shirt...
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It had been thirty minutes since you, Taylor, and Belly settled in front of the TV, yet the three of you couldn't come to a unanimous decision on which movie to watch. Well, truth be told, the indecision was mainly between you and Taylor. Belly was happily munching on popcorn, seemingly unfazed by the movie debate.
‘’Mamma Mia,’’ Taylor exclaimed, advocating for the musical movie choice once again.
However, you were quite tired of musicals and Taylor's less-than-perfect singing renditions, especially after enduring La La Land the night before. 
You shook your head. ‘’No, let’s watch 10 Things I hate about you.’’ 
It was one of your favorite movies. You weren’t a huge fan of rom-coms, but the romance was not too cheesy and the soundtrack was immaculate. Kat’s character was also iconic. You’ll never get tired of watching it.
But Taylor persisted, insisting that Mamma Mia would be a perfect summer movie. She looked to Belly for support and the look on Belly’s face told you you were about to lose this debate.
‘’I haven’t watched Mamma Mia in a long time…’’ 
Feeling somewhat defeated, you let out a sigh, realizing you were outvoted. ‘’Mamma Mia it is then,’’ you reluctantly agreed.
Taylor happily set up the movie, grinning and singing along to all of the songs. 
You were half way through it when the front door opened and the boys returned from their party, making a lot of noises as always. 
‘’Seriously, can you guys keep it down? We're trying to watch a movie here,’’ Taylor scolded them, clearly irritated by their untimely return.
‘’What movie?’’ Steven asked, making his way into the living room, seemingly eager to pester Taylor further.
‘’Oh, is that Mamma Mia?’’ Jeremiah’s face lit up, going off and belting one of the songs as he poured himself a glass of milk in the kitchen. 
You couldn't help but laugh at Jeremiah's enthusiasm. He truly was the life of the party. 
‘’It’s girls only, get out,’’ Taylor asserted, determined to keep their movie time uninterrupted.
‘’I want to watch it too,’’ Steven and Jeremiah protested, plopping themselves on the couch next to Belly and attempting to snatch the popcorn bowl from her.
‘’Absolutely not,’’ Belly retorted, holding onto the popcorn tightly, not willing to share.
Steven's attempt to mockingly tease her was met with a sharp comeback from Taylor. ‘’Did you grow tits while you were at the party, Steven?’’ 
Everyone burst into laughter at Taylor’s witty remark, even Conrad who just entered the living room, walking over to the other end of the couch where you were sitting. 
He sat on the length of the chaise, stroking your bare legs as he leaned in for a quick kiss. 
‘’Did you have fun with the boys?’’ you asked, your attention no longer on the movie.
Conrad shrugged. Being the designated driver sucked…and so did that party. No wonder they came home so early. He would have prefered to stay here and hang out with you, but you had already made plans with the girls. 
You stretched and laid your legs over his lap, settling comfortably into the couch. Conrad shook his head, but didn’t say anything. He liked the weight of your legs over his, the casual intimacy of it. 
Your attention was brought back to your friends when Jeremiah and Taylor began dueting ‘Lay all your love on me’ as if they were part of the movie. Taylor still couldn’t sing, but Jeremiah wasn’t too bad. You smiled at them, amused by their antics, and Conrad smiled back at you, his eyes full of affection as his fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin. 
A few scenes later, his attention was drawn to the navy Cousins rowing shirt you were wearing, and he raised an amused eyebrow. ‘’Is that my shirt?’’ he inquired with a grin, realizing it belonged to him.
You hummed. It was slightly oversized on you, but incredibly comfortable. ‘’We went swimming and I wanted something comfortable to wear after.’’ And it smelled like him. ‘’I hope you don’t mind.’’ 
Conrad shook his head. ‘’It looks good on you.’’
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Title: Forest Lovers
Pairing: (established relationship) slightly dom non-ascended!Astarion x reader WITH VOYEUR GALE
Setting: act 3 beginning, right after shadow cursed lands
Word count: 2,218
Tags: voyeuristic Gale, bloodsucking, vaginal sex, forest sex, pussy eating, L-bombs, body worship, slightly sad Gale
Synopsis: Gale wonders where his Muse (reader) went off to. Stumbles upon her fucking Astarion in the woods 🫠
Author's note: some random ass ideas come into my head in the middle of the night. Couldn't let go of it so I had to write it down lmaoo - please enjoy
It was nice - being out in pure sunlight again after spending God knows how long in the Shadow Cursed Lands. Gale never thought about missing cobblestone streets beneath his feet, the vibrancy of Rivington made him feel alive again. It wasn't his tower in Waterdeep, nor his very own study - cuddling with Tara, but this would do. And, it would all be over soon, according to the pack leader, because she would take the fight to the Elder Brain. 
Gale admired her for quite some time, well - ever since he set eyes on her after stumbling out of that damned broken portal. He had dropped some hints here and there, but she never quite fully indulged him in his desires. She remained so incredibly kind and supportive though - for everyone - during their long journey. 
The vampire Astarion had her heart a thousand times. It's the way she looked at him, and the way the broken man softened in her company that Gale knew these two were soulmates, destined for each other. It felt bittersweet - watching them kiss in public. Hold hands. Embrace each other around the campfire. Of course, if she preferred somebody cold and undead - that was entirely her choice. 
The night before the party would venture forth to Baldur's Gate - Astarion and her were nowhere to be found. Not present in each of their tents, nor in the campsite. Gale felt a little concerned because of that, because tomorrow was a big day and everyone needed a well deserved rest. Who knows what overcame her - the woman he cared for so deeply. And so the wizard cast an invisibility spell and ventured deeper into the nearby forest.
Gentle moonlight cast over the forest and the stars shone bright that night. It was quiet and calm, the two nowhere to be seen nor heard until -
Two completely bared souls entwined in one another, passionately kissed in the middle of the forest, no place left untouched on their bodies. The silver haired vampire and his muse. Gale's muse. 
His jaw went slack from surprise and he suddenly felt greatly inappropriate for stumbling onto this incredibly private moment but… 
Gale just couldn't look away, respectfully, of course. Her body had the likes of a true Goddess - his imagination before had done him so wrong. She was even more beautiful than in his wildest dreams. Astarion was… surprisingly gentle with her. His hold on her was protective and firm but the kisses that he planted on her lips, cheeks and breasts were so soft.
Gale, you damned pervert. He complained to himself, pinching his brow. He could leave now, and forever hold his tongue or he could just… Watch just a few more seconds.
Her fingers wrapped around Astarion's aching hard cock - Hells, the man was big - and started teasing him playfully. The vampire reciprocated - wetted his long, pale digits on his tongue and pleasured her beautiful pussy. Gale swallowed, unaware that he was pitching a huge tent in his purple robes.
"Oh sweet darling…" The vampire moaned in absolute pleasure, burying his head full of untamed silver curls in her neck. She just pulled him into the most amorous embrace as she closed her eyes, lips slightly parted as she felt her vampire's fangs graze her neck. This made her moan in delight - of course - as she was bloodless every damned day.  Her hand gently caressed Cazador's scars on his sculpted back while her other hand worked  his erection. 
"I need you, Astarion." She voiced needily, her feminine hips bucking into the vampire's cold touch. "Need you inside me… Please…" 
Gale swallowed - feeling too hot in his robes right there. He just fantasized he was in Astarion's place, feeling her magic hands work his own cock - making him twitch in the process. Astarion was going to take her right there, on the soft bed of overgrown grass, next to their pile of clothes.
It's as if he had chosen the perfect spot. Astarion had guided her down gently, her legs spread out incredibly wide before her lover. Gale could see the glistening of her folds - how completely drenched she was for her vampire. Delicious, it looked. 
Astarion's hands caressed her perfect body. Breasts, hips. Kissed inside of her thighs - working his way up to her toned calves until her feet. He worshipped her like a real Goddess. As he should. A sweet smile spread across her face as she watched Astarion show how much he desired her. 
"I love you." She confessed sweetly, completely spread in front of him. It's the way her eyes shone with adoration that you could tell she really meaned it. She's completely in love with her vampire. Goodness, Gale never anticipated being hurt by seeing the scenario unfold before his voyeuristic eyes, a sharp tightening in his chest overtaking him. Neverminding his obvious pain, Gale continued watching.
The vampire then lowered his head to her sex, and pressed a soft kiss on her clitoris. Dripping wet, needy for him. "My sweetheart, I love you more than anything." The vampire whispered, kissing her folds again with such careful love. Her hands sunk into his silver curls, letting her head fall back in the grass. Astarion utterly devoured her, nuzzling into her sex, licked her until she was a squirming mess. He suckled on her sensitive bud, gently sinking two of his cold fingers deep inside her. 
Gale just needed to watch this a little closer. So he could really admire her angelic pussy. Study how she liked to be pleasured - learn from… Astarion's seduction. He inched further, so that he watch in detail how Astarion licked and fingered her. 
Astarion's fingers gently dipped in and out of her drenched folds, his tongue swiping back and forth over her clitoris. His sharp fangs were bared, reminding her what he truly was - her vampire. Everyone knew at camp that this excited her incredibly, eager to feel his fangs dig into her neck every night. God's, she was so sinful.
"Star… I'm… close..!" She warned him, one hand tangled in his silver curls, the other one gripping onto the grass soil beside her. Her legs were shaking, hips bucking while Astarion expertly pleasured her. "Then cum, my love. On my lips." The vampire ordered.
What a sight it was to behold, her body coming down from such an incredible high. His name was on her lips like a melody as she shivered in her lover's hold. Gale knew he should leave right now - but then Astarion just climbed over her body, and guided his dripping hard cock inside her drenched pussy. Fuck. He could just. Not. Look. Away. 
"Did you enjoy that, sweet love?" Astarion whispered, sinking as deep as possible into her. He didn't even falter in his speech - Gale would've surely have. 
"Y-yes, my love… God's - forgot how… big you were…" Immediately she enclasped her legs around his waist, the aftershocks of her orgasm begging the vampire to get deeper inside her. Her arms clung around his back, holding his scars ever so gently. Astarion chuckled at her response, "How dare you, darling?" The man smirked. "But you do remember how - good - it felt?" Emphasizing the words with the rhythm of his vigorous hips, the vampire pumped into her unrelentingly, chasing after his own orgasm. 
"Y-yes Astarion - fuck… Your cock feels incredible…You're so big, so powerful, so beautiful…" She gasped, her pretty moans bellowed deep into the forest. Astarion seemed to enjoy her praise, rewarding her with kisses, licks and nuzzles. 
Gale's trousers were completely soaked in his own pleasure - how could he not - watching such a beautiful woman reach her high out in the open. He figured he was too far gone already and sneaked his fingers under his robe - cupping himself - until he decided to take out his own length and stroke himself. He still had to concentrate on casting his invisibility, if he'd fail - he figured he'd just explode his Netherese orb.
"Will you get on your pretty hands and knees for me, sweet darling? I want to feel you as deep as possible, please…" Astarion sighed in pleasure, ragged breath overtaking him when he stopped thrusting. She nodded heavily, just carrying out whatever her vampire needed. God's how devoted she was to him, completely wrapped around his finger. She shifted her body exactly as Astarion asked - and the hungry man immediately mounted her like a horny stallion. 
Certainly, he had read this in one of his lewd novels in his library, but he'd never seen such lust up close, nor experienced it for himself . Mystra never let him.
Astarion growled like a beast, thrusting every inch of him inside her wet cunt. Eventually he pulled her into his lap, pumping up inside of her. She was completely on display for Gale, breasts swinging, Astarion's hands roamed her delicate body, until he swept her hair from beautiful neck, and wrapped his hand around her throat. 
"Darling, your blood smells so delicious tonight…" He moaned, inhaling the scent of her neck, grazing his fangs over previous puncture wounds from his own teeth. 
Gale swallowed, pleasuring his cock faster, harder. He was about to witness him setting his fangs into her - God's, wouldn't that hurt her? She seemed even more eager than before, rubbing herself, arching her neck more - she wanted it desperately. Longing for him to mark her as his.
"Ask me, sweet darling. What do you need?" Astarion teased, his hands digging into her breasts, using them as leverage for his thrusts. "Tell me what you so desperately crave." 
She giggled at his statement, teasing him right back, "Love, aren't you the one who's starved? You crave my blood." 
Astarion's wits seemed to fail him, and buried his face in her neck. "Darling, do not play with me like that… I'm incredibly hungry - Starved, if you will." He continued kissing her neck, dragging his tongue over the pulsing arteries and veins. "You know I'm a very dangerous vampire, and your jugular is right next to me." He teased playfully.
She giggled at his lighthearted intimidation, turned her face to stare into his deep red eyes. "Then bite, Astarion. My blood is yours." 
Nothing the vampire liked hearing more as he continued to pound into her, only now - he latched onto her neck, and buried his fangs deeply. She visibly winced in his hold, obviously in pain as Astarion sucked her blood out. So this is what she's been going through almost every evening since meeting the vampire near the Grove. Gale's cock twitched at the sight before him, close to own climax. All of this was so private, intimate. She willingly surrendered her neck to the vampire with such love.
"God's, s-so… delicious…" Astarion whined in bliss, his hips starting to give out - thrusts becoming erratic. Her body initially freezed against him - until a few gulps of blood later, she started feeling dizzy, two taps onto his thigh stopped his bloodthirsty urges.
Astarion released with a growl, bloody fangs bared, his chin and lips tainted with her hot, red blood. Drunk on her, he lapped up the remnants on her neck, kissing her, holding onto her for dear life. "So f-fucking delicious, darling. I -I'm close." Astarion panted as he grit his teeth like a beast, blood dripping from his chin, his tongue licking the remnants of his chin. 
Nothing had prepared Gale for her desperate pleading. 
"Please, Astarion… Fill my cunt, need your cum deep inside - please, cum!" 
Gale wrapped one hand around his mouth, shutting himself up as he spilled all over the woodland ground, silencing his heavy breath watching their lovemaking end.
Astarion erupted deep inside of her perfect cunt - God's how Gale wished he was the one absolutely filling her to the brim. The vampire growled, pumping her full of his essence, tongue licking the remnants of blood off of her neck. Astarion was a filthy, filthy man - Gale remarked. Well, he had already anticipated that from all of his quirky mannerisms and slick talk.
The couple lay spent on the grass, cuddling in the afterglow of their pleasures, looking up to the stars.
"Need this everyday, Astarion. It's been too long." She whispered, and he rolled over on his side, gently caressing her stomach. 
"Well, we can do it everyday now, darling." The vampire smirked, pressing a small kiss against her cheek. In turn, she wiped a streak of blood off of his chin, and made him suck her finger clean. Astarion indulged her with the greatest pleasure - as long as blood was involved. Gale didn't know why that made his cock stir.
The two cleaned themselves up, and he made notice on how she wiped her cunt with a particular cloth, throwing it away in the bushes - well - wouldn't it be a shame to… let it go uninspected later? They got dressed again in their camp clothes, joked some more and left.
The couple walked hand in hand right past Gale, still invisible of course - until Astarion stopped his footsteps to take in the air.
"What is it lover, did you hear a squirrel you could feed on?" She grinned, to which the vampire playfully poked her.
"Worse, darling. It smells like… Gale here. Well, nevermind." 
Gale had never gone red so badly in his entire life.
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kquil · 6 months
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hello! I'm here to request a 🍪 with poly marauders, where they ask the reader if they would like to be their partener and they're nervous and stuff
-thank you, have a lovely day !!
A/N : this is the finally cookie requested from my 1k milestone event, thank you so much for the request, darling and im so sorry for taking such a long time to deliver it, i really hope you enjoy the read, my lovely!
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They had never been so nervous or anxious before. You were the one and only person to accept their unconventional relationship over everyone else when they first revealed that they were in a poly relationship with each other. What makes the situation even more anxiety-inducing is the fact that you were one of their closest friends, long before they even got into a relationship with one another, therefore, if they really followed through with this, they’d be risking their long-time friendship with you as well. Looking into each other’s eyes, it’s clear that they share the same anxieties for the decision they wanted to ultimately make. 
Having understood and supported their relationship more than most, you were their common confidant and dearest friend… no… being around you didn’t feel like being around a friend, nor were you like any type of sibling to them. You didn’t fit into any comfortable category or label anymore. That line and distinction was blurred a long time ago, maybe even before they got together as a trio. 
You felt more than a friend when you helped Remus through his thoughts on a daily basis, speaking to him softly and laying out his thoughts with much more clarity than he could ever imagine. You’re always there to help him go through his problems no matter how minute they may be and the tall brunette is incredibly grateful — he never wants to take you for granted. You don’t feel like a friend when you know exactly what Remus needs after a long and hard day. And, especially not when you allow him to hold you tenderly from behind as you help cook the boys their dinner, especially when they all feel lazy and tuckered out from a long day’s work. Remus would often press his face into the slopes of your neck and shoulder, breathing in your familiar fragrance and would sigh in relief, your scent giving him comfort. His arms wanting to hold you longer than what was appropriate for ‘just friends’, oftentimes, you’d let him without any complaints of discomfort. 
“Are you feeling good, Rem?” you’d muse, your voice like sweet honey and warm milk to his ears, cosy and ever so comforting. 
“Mmmm…yeah,” he’d reply, appreciating the hand you would reach up to briefly comb through his hair and massage his scalp with.
You felt more than a friend when you knew exactly what to say to Sirius if he was ever acting up. He had a horrible habit of acting first and thinking later, however, you were the only one who seemed to calm him down enough to temper his fury and instinctual need to act first, giving him clarity with your words and gentle touch. He’d be on the ground, back against the wall and burying his face into the plush warmth of your stomach as you kneel between his legs. He’d hold you desperately, clinging onto the fabric of your clothes as you soothe him by petting his hair and saying everything he needed to hear in that moment. Somehow, you always knew what to say. You don’t feel like a friend when he’s spooning you from behind, seeking comfort and warmth as you read a book. Your book wouldn’t hold your attention for long, however, as you would eventually deem Sirius’ comfort and needs more important than your need to finish a book. So, like clockwork, you’d turn around in his arms and he could finally feel the reciprocated action of your arms winding around his figure and pulling him close. Naturally, he buries his smiling face into your chest and you’d soon begin humming a soft tune to fill the already comforting silence. 
“Don’t leave when I’m asleep…” Sirius whispers pleadingly, whining almost. 
“Never, Siri,” and that was all he needed to fall into a deep slumber, smiling and always finding the sweetest dreams that often featured you as well as a great amount of kisses. 
You felt more than a friend whenever you’d let James sit in the kitchen with you and ‘help’ you cook breakfast, lunch or dinner, whatever it may be. He’d watch you with such fond eyes, he was surprised that you never noticed his more than friendly appreciation of you. Every once in a while, you would turn to him with a spoonful of the dish in your hand and ask him to have a taste — it was his turn to contribute to the cooking. It made him feel important and involved and like he was sharing a special moment with you.
“How is it, James?”
“As perfect and delicious as always!” he replies happily, licking his lips and grinning even wider when he hears your melodious giggle follow straight after. 
“I couldn’t have done it without your immaculate taste in food,” you would humbly reply, cupping his cheek and staring into his eyes with what he wants to deem as love and affection from someone who’s more than a friend. That small moment of joy, however, is quickly broken as soon as you turn your attention away from him. James fights the urge to turn you back to him, lean forward and capture your lips in a heated kiss, a plea and desperate attempt at convincing you to love him, Sirius and Remus as official partners.
You don’t feel like a friend when you would go out of your way to be there for James whenever something was happening in his life, big or small — you were there for him when he was getting ready for his job interview, when he got the job, got his first promotion, when he wanted to eat lunch with someone because he felt lonelier than usual; you were there for everything and so much more. 
It only felt natural for them to take that final step with you but, just like how nerve wracking it was for them to confess to one another, it was the same apprehension that clogged up their throats and made it difficult to form the words. 
“What’s wrong, you guys?” your soft voice pulls them out of their concentrated apprehension. It was the usual Saturday lunch you spent at their flat except, this time, they cooked the meal for you — it was a pleasant surprise, especially when their cooking turned out better than it typically did. For a while, you were the only eating the food, ignorant to their spiralling thoughts. However, when you finally did notice, the concern was evident in your eyes, largely because James wasn’t hoovering up his food like he usually was, nor was Remus engaging in conversation with you about the book you were both reading together, nor was Sirius subconsciously expressing his deeply learned table etiquette and reprimanding James of his lack of manners like a mother hen. Today, they shared the same daunting expression and it was contagious, rubbing off on you like the plague. 
“We uhhh…” Remus begins, gulping with difficulty as he shares a look with the others, “we have something to ask you…”
“What is it?” your question is filled with caution, a direct response to their strange unease around you, “You guys are acting very stra—” 
“We love you!” James blurts out which immediately diminishes your worries and draws an adorable giggle from you, one that they all melt over.
“I love you guys too,” with a smile, you happily continue your meal and completely miss their intentions. 
“No,” Remus says, “not like that…” his statement makes your brows raise in shock, you search their eyes for answers as your heart begins to race — both from fear and a hint of hope.  
“More than that type of love, dollface,” Sirius clarifies, hoping that it was enough for you to understand them. 
James reaches over and touches your hand, caressing your knuckles tenderly with his thumb, “we don’t just love you, we want to love you,” it was a little saying between you and James, one that made you fall in love with him and eventually Sirius and Remus too. 
With happy tears welling up in your eyes, you look into James’ hazel pools and finally finally see the abundance of love swimming in them, only for you, “like the verb?” you ask in a tear-filled, weak voice. 
James laughs and nods eagerly as Remus and Sirius smile fondly at you, the latter of the two reaching out to gently wipe your face of the tears spilling past your waterline, “like the verb, love,” James brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses them lovingly.
Your answering nod was all they needed to round the table and pull you into an embrace, their lips eager to meet yours in a passionate and loving embrace. 
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Be My Valentine (Be Mine)
Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x f!You
Summary: It's Valentine's Day, and Sebastian is all about making you feel your best and giving you everything you need… whatever that may be.
Word Count: ~4.5k
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+ explicit sexual content
Happy Valentine's Day everyone!💝
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It was past nine p.m., and the night Healer had finally turned up, meaning that your long, exhausting evening on call at St. Mungo's was finally over.
Almost all your colleagues had deserted to spend time with their partners on Valentine's Day. That was how you had found yourself managing an entire department on your own, because you were the only one who had volunteered. Of course, you did not do it for the fun of it – Merlin knows that you too would have preferred to spend the day with your boyfriend – but it was your first few months as a fully trained Healer, and you hoped that volunteering for as many shifts as possible would help you get promoted as quickly as possible. Fortunately, you were lucky enough to have an understanding boyfriend who supported you completely in this process.
Speaking of the devil, you only had one desire... to get home to him and his welcoming arms.
You let out a long, exhausted sigh, then eagerly removed your lime green uniform robes, and disapparated without wasting any more time.
In the blink of an eye, and with a loud crack, you found yourself on the doorstep of you and Sebastian's flat, not far from Diagon Alley. As soon as you arrived, you heard a hurried commotion coming from the other side of the door. Sensing that something was odd, you slowly turned the doorknob.
“Seb?” You called out tentatively. “I’m home.”
And then you stopped dead in your tracks, speechless... Several boxes of chocolates were waiting for you on the table, wrapped in big red ribbons. The whole living room was covered in red, pink and white flower petals. And there were all those candles scattered all around the flat, on all the furniture and windowsills. Their perfume filled the air with a subtle and enchanting fragrance, while their flames danced and flickered. Their gentle yet warm glow brought a soft, intimate illumination to the romantic decor. And in the midst of all this, there was the most important thing...
Sebastian Sallow, your devoted boyfriend, was standing in front of you, greeting you with a breathtaking bouquet of different kinds of roses that formed a vibrant colour palette to match the theme of the special occasion. It was incredibly huge, unlike anything you had ever seen. It was as if its size symbolised the depth of his love, and its flamboyant petals reflected his fierce feelings for you.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.” He approached you, eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Blushing as red as a poppy, you took the bouquet in your arms and were immediately embraced by the sweet fragrance of the blooms, “Sebastian! You didn’t have to!”
“I have to deserve you, don't I?” He replied, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Oh, shush.” You gave him a playful little smack on the arm. “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. I didn’t get you anything!”
In response, Sebastian wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pressing you against his body, and placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose, “Doesn’t matter because tonight is all about you. I'm yours and at your disposal for your every wish throughout the entire night.”
“Every wish, huh?” You quirked an eyebrow while your smile was slowly replaced by a mischievous smirk. “…So if I tell you my back is sore and I want a massage, you'll do it?”
“Your wish is my command, princess.” Sebastian replied, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his lips to place a loving kiss on it.
Without wasting another second, Sebastian took the bouquet from your hands and placed it more or less delicately on the table beside you. Then, out of the blue, he lifted you in his arms, bridal style, and carried you in the direction of your bedroom with ridiculous ease, as if you weighed less than a feather. You rested your head on his chest, now able to hear his soothing heartbeat, and let him manipulate you to his heart's content.
Through his dress shirt, you could make out the outline of the muscles in his strong arms as they contracted to support your weight. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, allowing you to admire his forearms wrapped around your body, with his tanned skin dotted with freckles, accompanied by a few beauty spots here and there, all enhanced by the prominence of his bulging veins.
Sebastian laid you down on your shared bed, and it was only when you had left the warmth of his arms, missing it dearly, that you snapped out of your admiring reverie. Without saying a word, you watched him carefully kneel on the floor in front of you. He untied your heels and gently removed them, relieving you of their confinement after walking in them all day. He then stood up, towering over you, leading to the inevitable of you internally gushing over how tall he was compared to you. You never took your eyes off him, not even for a second, while he was busy attending to you, something he did often, but that you never got used to. It always sent thousands of butterflies into your stomach, which began to flutter even more intensely when his fingertips pulled the hem of your blouse out of your skirt before gripping it.
For the first time in what seemed like forever to you, his mesmerising and familiar gaze met yours, before he spoke softly, “Can I?”
“Of course.” You breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.
His long and deft fingers worked on each of your buttons, one after the other. You could not tell whether he was going slowly on purpose to tease you, or whether your anticipation had altered your perception of time. Nevertheless, he eventually opened your blouse completely and slid it down your shoulders, revealing your almost naked torso to him.
Like magnets irremediably drawn to each other, his rough but warm palms came to rest on your delicate skin. You took in a sharp breath as he traced the outline of your ribs until he reached your back and unhooked your bra, sending it flying into a corner of the room.
His next move surprised you when he pushed you by the shoulders, and forced you to lie on the bed, half-naked under his hungry gaze that never left your breasts and their perked-up nipples, as if he were discovering them for the first time.
If his eyes were locked on a very specific target, his hands, however, had a mission to fulfil. He lifted your hips, hooked his fingers into the waistband of your remaining clothes, and killed three birds with one stone by removing your skirt, tights, and panties all at once, so as not to waste any time, even though his hands still lingered on your arse, then your thighs, to feel your delicious curves.
Now completely exposed to him and at his mercy, his eyes roamed every inch of your body, embedding them in his memory for the umpteenth time. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, but made no move to try and hide yourself, never with Sebastian. You knew he was doing nothing but worshipping you. And anyway, even though his persistent gaze made you blush fiercely, it did not last long, because very soon you were no longer able to see him. He had flipped you onto your stomach.
The bed creaked, and the next sensation you felt was the mattress sinking under his weight, with his legs on either side of you, caging you underneath him. Then you felt the warmth of his torso and the slight tickle of his chest hair against your back. You flinched slightly when his breath surprisingly brushed against your ear. You had not expected him to be so close to you, given that you could see nothing of what he was doing.
“You’ll see, I have magic hands.” He murmured in your ear with a low, husky voice. It sent shivers right down your spine, making you exhale loudly.
Sebastian's skilful hands settled on your upper back and began to work their magic, tracing soothing patterns on your skin. The warmth emanating from his touch, combined with the care and attention he put into every movement, instantly melted away the layers of stress and tension you had built up throughout the day.
His hands seemed to have an intuitive understanding of your body. He effortlessly found the knots and areas of tension, coaxing them to release their grip. The sensation of his long fingers rolling your skin beneath them sent waves of pleasure through your whole body, awakening every nerve ending and igniting a profound sense of relaxation. With every sigh of relief that escaped you, you felt yourself sinking a little deeper into the soft mattress, engulfed in a state of tranquillity that blotted out all the worries and anxieties of the outside world.
However, when his strong hands reached down and began to cross over the small of your back, your serenity was quickly replaced by a much more intense feeling, one that was capable of sending sparks deep into your body and down into your core.
You let out a demanding grunt, before drawling, “Lower, Seb.”
He complied, taking care of your lower back, applying enough pressure to reach deep into your muscles... but it was not what you had in mind.
“Lower…” You repeated needily, sounding almost out of breath.
This time he understood what you really wanted. His large hands travelled even further down to cup your bum, making a keen moan escape your lips. This was Sebastian's cue to continue. He began to massage your arse – which was surprisingly also tense from the stress of your day – and his fingers dug deep into your skin to knead your muscles. You were sure you would have the purplish prints of his fingers tattooed on your skin for the next few days.
You closed your eyes, making the movements of his hands the only thing you perceived. You concentrated on the pleasure they gave you, how loved and pampered they made you feel. It was everything... and yet very soon it was no longer enough.
Still not quite satisfied, you turned round, now lying on your back and able to admire your boyfriend's handsome face, adorned with adorable freckles. Sebastian frowned at you, confused as to what you were doing, wondering if he had done something wrong for you to stop him.
Dying to flatten the crease between his eyebrows, you grabbed one of his hands that had been resting on your waist and brought it to your lips. You started with light pecks on the back of it, and then on each of his fingers, before turning it around to leave open-mouthed kisses on his palm. With heavy lids, you made eye contact with his intrigued gaze, and nuzzled your cheek in his hand.
“Show me what else these magic hands can do.” You asked in a soft voice, playing coy.
Sebastian smiled brightly at your newfound boldness, showing off the tantalising dimple in his left cheek, “You’re not ready for it, darling.”
In response, you let yourself sink further into the mattress, arching your back to give him a better view of the entirety of your naked body beneath him. You gave him complete control over what would happen next. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted with you, to play you like he would a musical instrument.
Sebastian let out a beastly growl before diving on top of you and attacking your neck. He nipped at your skin, pinching it between his front teeth. He stayed like that for a while, as if trying to get a grip on his impulses before letting go. But when he eventually did, Merlin, he made you feel loved and desired.
His lips ventured down your neck at agonising slow pace. His licking and sucking left trails of saliva and marks of different shades of crimson on you. He offered the same ministrations to your collarbones, and then your breasts. You let out all kinds of soft moans and quiet sighs as he played with your stiff nipples between his teeth, but still, you could not help but feel like something was missing…
His hands.
“Seb…” You whined, before continuing. “Your hands. Touch me. Please.”
You felt his lips quirk into a smirk against your breasts, before you felt his amazing hands on you, grabbing your arse and giving it a prompt squeeze.
“Aah!” You gasped out loud, unable to supress your eager reactions after finally being given what you yearned for.
His hands kept exploring the body that he knew like the back of his hand after all those years together, and yet he continued to slowly trace the curves of your hips, waist, ribs, and breasts, taking the time to caress them back and forth, as if trying to memorise even more details about you than he already knew.
As time passed, you spread your thighs more, inviting your boyfriend where you wanted to feel him the most. Sebastian did not have to be told twice before using his index to tease your entrance and slide it up to your clit to separate your lower lips.
“Eager, aren’t we?” He asked playfully, but actually amazed at how wet you already were, with slick dripping down your inner thighs.
All your blood rushed south, leaving your brain inoperative. You were incapable of putting a single word together. The only way you could respond was to nod vigorously, making Sebastian chuckle lowly.
Deciding not to torture you any longer by teasing you further, Sebastian slid two fingers inside you. He relished the ease with which he did so, given how wet you were, making it all the easier for him to appreciate the sensations of his girlfriend’s soft and feverishly warm walls. He curled his fingers inside you, putting pressure on the point he knew made you wail… and wail you did.
Given the angelic expression of pure delight on your features, Sebastian knew that asking you if he made you feel good was pointless. It was not like you would have been able to form a sentence to answer anyway. So he started pumping his fingers in and out of you, trying to coax more of those melodious sounds out of you.
On your part, you could only focus on the way his fingers reached far within you and stretched you the perfect amount. An overwhelming warmth started to pool in your core, making your muscles tighten as they begged for release. Your legs opened up even more, enticing him to take a step further, which he did.
Sebastian pressing the pad of his thumb and rubbing tight circles on your clit was your breaking point. With nothing more than his hands, he was able of giving you sensations you knew no one else would ever be able to give you. With one last thrust of his fingers, your thighs clamped around his wrist as you cried out loud, feeling your walls clench around his fingers before slick dripped out of you.
“Coming with just two fingers?” Sebastian asked smugly, sitting back on his heels to observe your delicious chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath. In the meantime, he had rested his hands on your thighs, caressing invisible patterns on them with his thumb.
“Just wanted to show you how much I love your hands.” You replied quietly, a soft and dreamy smile gracing your lips, as you were still recovering from your orgasm.
“Like I hadn’t noticed.” He smirked, squeezing your thighs.
He brought the hand he had been pleasuring you with to his mouth, and then made a show of licking his slick-covered fingers with the tip of his tongue, making sure to look deep into your eyes the whole time. If your cheeks were not already flushed from your hot activities, you were sure you would have been as red as a beetroot by now.
“Mmh… Sweeter than the chocolate I bought you.” He drawled before moving his hand closer to you encouragingly. “Go on, taste yourself, love.”
Whereas he was expecting a little timid lick, you felt a fiery courage sweep over you, and decided to fully wrap your lips around his fingers, twirling your tongue languorously around them, bobbing your head several times. Sebastian's only visible reaction was his Adam's apple jutting out after he swallowed heavily. What you did not know however, was that, upon watching your obscene actions, Sebastian’s cock twitched in his pants in jealousy, begging to be taken care of too.
“Good girl.” He praised you with a dark tone, as he placed his hand under your chin, tilting your head up in order to make you look up at him. He wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb, before caressing your cheek lovingly.
You seized the occasion to take in his enticing appearance. His cheekbones were tinted a discreet shade of pink, bringing his freckles out. His chocolate eyes were fixed on you and only you, with his pupils blown wide with hunger. However, you could not help but find his appearance… not depraved enough. You wanted to see his hair tousled, his lips swollen from kissing, his skin covered with crescent shapes of your teeth and nails. You needed to make a mess out of him, just like he had done to you.
You sat up and slowly began to unbutton Sebastian's shirt, savouring every inch of his torso as it gradually revealed itself to you, making your heart beat faster. When you had finished with the last button, you looked up, realising that Sebastian had been staring at you the whole time with an intense gaze, curious as to what you were going to do next.
You placed your lips carefully on his as you slid his shirt down his muscular arms. As you did so, you managed to feel the relief of the veins running down his arms, which excited you even more and made you deepen the kiss. Seized by a sudden fiery passion, you grazed his bottom lip between your teeth and began to nibble on it, earning several guttural grunts from Sebastian, which were largely muffled by your lips pressed against his. Nevertheless, you soon became addicted to them, and wanted to hear them louder and clearer.
Your mouth travelled further down, exploring his sharp jawline, then his neck where you lingered for a moment on his pulse point because you could feel his veins pulsing on the tip of your tongue. When you were satisfied with the ruddy mark you had created on his skin, you paused for a few seconds to admire it, feeling an enormous sense of satisfaction, knowing full well that all his colleagues – especially the women – would see this bruise and understand what you had done to him, because he was yours. No one else's but yours.
Sebastian brought you back to reality by grabbing your wrists and pulling you against him. You were now skin to skin, sharing each other's body heat, your breasts were pressed against his chest. If you were close enough for him to feel every detail of your curves, then you could certainly feel his too, and more specifically his arousal pressing into your hip bone.
You were unable to hold back your wide grin, and decided to attempt to conceal it by continuing your delicate ministrations on your boyfriend. As your hands ran up his toned chest before settling on his broad freckled shoulders, your lips got back to marking his skin, and more particularly his collarbones this time. You could taste the bitterness of his perfume, and the subtle saltiness of the sweat accumulated over the day.
A hypnotic moan escaped Sebastian's lips as he threw his head back under your expert touch. Needless to say, this brought the irrepressible throbbing back to your most intimate part.
You slightly pulled away from him, just enough to be able to look him in the eye, and whined his name, “Sebastian…”
“Yes, love?” His husky voice whispered.
“Be my Valentine.”
Sebastian let out a low and deep chuckle, “Darling, I already am. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
“That’s not what I meant…” You trailed off, an obvious glimmer of mischief behind your eyes, as you slowly unbuckled his belt.
Your fingers then slid down his trousers to his mid thighs, before doing the same with his boxers, eagerly pulling them down by the elastic. His cock sprung free from its painfully tight confines, his tip smacking against his stomach. Sebastian sighed in relief as he helped you remove his underwear completely, by lifting one knee after the other.
If Sebastian thought you would stop there, he was kidding himself. Your next move was to fully take him into your hand and play with him. Once again, you realised just how thick and well-endowed he was. With your palm, you felt how unbelievably hard he was, and with your thumb, you traced his blood-gorged veins that led to his tip, where the skin was even softer than on the rest of his body.
“…Be mine.”
After emitting an animalistic groan which took you by surprise, he leant forward to grab you behind your thighs and sweep you roughly off your knees. With a shriek, you fell back onto your back, and Sebastian immediately caged you under his large body, hovering over you once again.
“I told you I’m all yours tonight.” He growled right in your ear.
“Only tonight?” You taunted him with a falsely innocent air.
“What an insatiable minx you are.” He smirked before diving on you to capture your lips and suck on them for a hot minute. “I’m yours. Every single day and forever.”
“Sebastian…” You snivelled from frustration, as you could feel yourself dripping again. Tears began to gather in your eyes from how much you needed him. It truly was a pathetic sight. You were incapable of putting two words together without being interrupted by a whimper. “I-I can’t wait… I want you… you inside me… now.”
Normally, Sebastian would have been vicious and continued to tease you until you begged him time and time again. But today was different. You had been lying naked underneath him for a while, without him doing anything to you. He himself could no longer wait to enter you to rediscover your familiar, comforting inner softness.
He therefore grabbed you by the hips to lift you up, so that he could align his tip with your entrance, covering himself with your juices at the same time. As his hands grasped you, his veins and tendons bulged out, and his knuckles turned white.
Next thing you knew, Sebastian pushed himself inside of you in one swift movement, all the way to the hilt. You both let out loud moans at the same time, he because he was squeezed all around by your tight walls, and you because you felt incredibly full and stretched from the sudden intrusion. In any case, it was paradisaically good for both of you.
“Look at you taking me so well. My perfect girl.” Sebastian praised you, looking down at where you were joined. Your only response was a broad blissful smile.
With his fingers still buried forcefully in the skin of your hips, you clutched his large wrist, not sure if it was because you needed a grip on anything to remain conscious, or because it was your silent way of begging him not to take his hands off you. Surely both.
With that angle, Sebastian was able to thrust very deeply, reaching parts of you that you were not even aware of. It had you letting out all kinds of excited sounds, making him groan at the vibrations.
“Don’t s-stop… Please!” You implored into their kiss, your hand curling around even tighter around his wrist – if that was even possible. It was certainly going to be another bruise that you were going to leave on his body.
Sebastian fulfilled your every wish, just like he had promised. He did not stop. He even gradually increased his speed, until he was eventually slamming into you, his balls smacking against your arse. You started moving along with him, meeting his thrusts halfway, always searching for more friction. The feeling of completeness had you both letting out frenetic, desirous moans which soon became a sublime chant of encouragement to keep going.
It got to the point where you could not even scream anymore, completely overwhelmed by his cock taking care of you in the best way. Despite your vision having become somewhat blurry, you managed to make out his dishevelled appearance, with his ruffled hair sticking to his forehead and falling in front of his eyes, which were screwed shut, unlike his gaping mouth, which was letting out ferocious, hungry growls.
You gasped and caught a whiff of his sophisticated cologne, a fusion of woody and vetiver undertones, and you became a little more entranced by his undeniable charm. It was as if you were falling in love with him all over again.
Your nails dug into the back of his hands, so deep that it must have hurt without a doubt, but Sebastian had no reaction, because you had already saturated all his senses. Your eyes rolled back in the back of your head, while his impressive length stretched your walls to their maximum capacity, repeatedly hitting that one spot that made you feel on the verge of ecstasy.
Sebastian knew you were about to come again when your thighs began to spasm. The fun was not going to last much longer, but that did not matter because it had been intense, and Sebastian was close too anyway.
Still overly sensitive from your first orgasm, you reached your second peak in record time as you properly screamed, “Sebastian!”
Your velvety walls clenched around him, almost making it impossible for him to move, and that was all it took for him to see stars (on top of the enormous sense of pride he felt since his name had rolled off your tongue). There was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling over the edge and spilling deep inside you.
He remained buried within you for a moment longer, and gave a couple of slow, lazy thrusts in order to pump himself dry of his seed, and give you a moment to ride out your orgasm. He then rolled over beside you, trying to catch his breath.
“Seb…” You called out, just as breathless. “That was amazing.”
“Suppose I’ve been a good Valentine, hmm?” He asked as he snaked his arms around your waist to tug your figure against his. His fingertips started tracing your smooth skin up and down your arm.
“You know you are. You’re everything I could ever ask for.” You rested your head on his chest and listened to his soothing heartbeat. “I love you, Seb.”
“And I love you more, darling.” He whispered, as he felt you starting to fall asleep in his arms.
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thanksbutno98 · 3 months
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John Price x fem!reader
Authors note: HAPPY HOLIDAYS! I’ve had no time to write with how busy I’ve been with my personal life. I still wanted to give you all a Christmas fic as a way to say thank you for all the love and support. Sorry it’s so short but I hope you all enjoy!
Summary: Christmas is the time of year to bring everyone together. This year you have a last minute guest who helps your family in a greater way than you imagined.
Warning: swearing, light sexual themes, mentions of violence, not edited.
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It was one of the coldest days you’d experienced living in the UK. The wind howled and snow followed its direction, pelting the side of your home making it look like a blizzard outside. Your children thought it was the best thing ever since this Christmas would be a white one. You saw it as the lot of you would be outside after opening presents and shoveling your massive drive way. Thank god John had a snow blower in case of days like this.
You and your husband, John Price, were hanging around your kitchen sharing a bottle of wine and chatting. Your three children now twelve, ten, and four were huddled up on the sofa watching the Nightmare Before Christmas. All dressed in their pajamas with Evelyn and Lily sharing a bowl of popcorn and Jj with his own; since Lily always shrieked he was eating it too fast and she wouldn’t get any.
“You know that movies way too scary for Lily.” You told John as you leaned your lower back against the white marble counter. John was almost in arms reach, sitting on the counter of the kitchen island and scoffing slightly at your comment. He was dressed in grey sweat pants, a baggy traditional red and green Christmas sweater, and a Santa hat on his head.
“She needs to toughen up. The girls scared of her own shadow most days.” John shot back but you didn’t agree.
Lily was a lot like Evelyn in many ways. They both liked to be snarky and had similar humor; but Lily was no trouble maker. The biggest difference between Lily and her outgoing siblings was that she could be incredibly fearful and was shy. She much preferred to hide behind John and have you speak for her. Her name suited her as she preferred to be a wall flower whenever people were over. Now just because your daughter was shy around others did not mean she was around you all. Lily could be loud and goofy, putting Evelyn’s silliness at this age to shame.
“She’s sensitive John, she doesn’t need to toughen up. We have to love her the way she needs and that’s different from Evie and Jj.” You told your husband firmly yet sweetly.
You watched the gears in his head turn and you knew raising Lily was harder for him than your other two. John was a man of steel, a Captain in the military, who admired toughness and a never back down attitude, which your two oldest’s possessed. It was hard for John not to push Lily to be braver and it took a lot more time and effort to get her to do things her siblings never found scary.
For example getting Lily to jump off the dock and into the pond took John close to an hour this past summer and after she did it she cried and said she never wanted to do it again. You were peeved at your husband for having persuaded your baby girl into doing something she didn’t want to. It resulted in her only getting into the water from the shore and screeching if John even looked in her direction as she did so. John would have to turn his back and Lily would slowly get into the water and paddle over to him in her floaties and everything could go back to normal.
Lily also didn’t like rough housing the way her siblings did. The little girl would become upset with any touch that wasn’t gentle or soft. You saw how it got to John because unlike Evie and Jj at this age Lily hated being tossed on the bed or having him push her swing high in the air. Lily liked having her feet firmly on the ground and preferred to be inside away from the bugs.
“I know, I know.” John sighed out a bit dejected. You knew he was doing what he thought best and was struggling that one of his children could be so fearful and shy.
“Didn’t Soap say his niece was shy too? Maybe he’d have a pointer or two.” You suggested to John who responded by taking a large swig of his wine.
“I know he’s probably with his family since it’s the holidays so next time you see him ask how it went maybe you’ll learn something.” Moving from your spot you took the two steps forward that had been separating you and John. Wrapping your arms around his waist you placed your chin on his chest and looked up at him with kind eyes.
“He’s stuck on base for the holidays, poor lad.” Lacing his fingers through your hair John leaned down to get a kiss that he was going to make into more hopefully.
“Wait he’s just sitting on base right now? John you have to invite him over.” You stood up straight, placing a hand on John’s rock hard chest and holding him still so he couldn’t continue his action.
“Soap will be fine. He said he’ll video call his sister.” John already disliked your tone knowing in that snap second you had made up your mind.
“John, I hope if you were left alone on the holidays someone would invite you over for a proper dinner.” The pointed look you gave your husband had him sighing defeatedly. Thanks to his big mouth he was about to get a lecture from you or worse be forced to give in to what you wanted. So John knew he had to be firm and not let you get anymore clever ideas in that pretty head of yours.
“Darling, it’s not something I’m going to compromise on. You just have to accept I-“
“Fuck that, no I don’t. I refuse to accept it and resent that you’re being like this about it.” Your words were coated in sugar as you gave John a playfully impertinent grin. Your tongue lightly bit between your teeth and embodying mischief.
“Like what?” John chuckled out, giving you a raised eyebrow look and trying to hide how he found you to be amusing. Normally if someone said that to him and was half as cheeky as you he’d have some choice words.
“Grumpy, a grinch. You’re the grinch if you don’t let Soap come for at least Christmas breakfast.” You told John adamantly and he looked slightly offended.
“That’s ridiculous-“ John was cut off as he hopped off the counter and took a step towards you, playfully squaring up to you.
“Daddy’s the grinch! DADDYS THE GRINCH!” Lily bellowed as she peaked her head around the doorway of the kitchen with a sweet smile. You knew she was in here now to tell you the movie was too scary.
“And if Lily says it you know it’s the truth.” You joked side stepping your husband and backing away slowly.
Without warning you snatched John’s phone off the kitchen island and created distance by sprinting to the other side of the island. With wide eyes John brought his right hand up, arm bent at the elbow, and pointed at you like he did when one of his children were about to do something naughty in front of him. He had the look that only dads possessed that could get their children to behave with only a sharp glance; but it never worked on you.
“Don’t you dare.” John was warning you but he knew you were bold enough to ignore the threat. Lily was now standing closer to you both and looking between you two. She was silently wondering if you were brave enough to ignore her daddy when he looked so scary.
“Hey, Siri. Call Soap.” You spoke into the microphone of John’s phone. The robotic voice answered back a second later.
“Calling: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish.”
“Y/N!” John barked and lunged toward you only for you so scoot around the kitchen island out of reach. You felt blessed Soap picked up on the second ring.
“Captain, what can I do for ya.” Soap sounded chipper to be getting a phone call from John.
“Soap!” Your voice was high pitched as John almost caught hold of you as you two circled the kitchen island. The two of you were playing cat and mouse and Lily was giggling watching her father chase you around the kitchen for his phone back.
“Ma’am?” Soap was clearly confused for you to be the one calling him.
“Yes! I, I mean we wanted to invite you over for Christmas tomorrow.” You stuck your finger in John’s face as a warning not to mess with you. Internally he was starting to get annoyed that when he did the same you ignored him but now he was expected to listen.
“I- uh. Yes, that would be wonderful.” John’s eyes glanced to his phone and was relieved you at least kept it on speaker for him to also hear.
“Is anyone else there?” You asked a giant grin forming on your face as John gave in to you but pouted nonetheless.
“No, it’s just me.” There was a hint of a smile to Soaps words and it made your heart soar to know you’d be brightening up his holidays.
“John will text you our address.” Looking at your husband who was now sitting in one of the bar stools he only glared at you.
“Should I bring anything?” Soap asked a bit awkwardly.
“Just yourself. Well, we’re all excited to have you over. See you tomorrow morning!” Before Soap could say thank you or ask what time to come over you hung up.
You looked proud of yourself and with Lily now hugging John by his leg he began to lighten up. You did things like this because you were a trouble maker who was fearless of the consequences. Lily was the opposite and would never give John this kind of trouble and his heart lightened a bit seeing the upsides to having a shy daughter and finding your antics amusing at the same time.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” John was trying to hide his smile. It was impossible for him to not find, you, an invasive species that took over his heart, beautiful. God, you were the most beautiful person to walk this earth inside and out. Even going against John it was your effort of bringing someone else the love you were able to offer up so easily. It was intoxicating how you cared for people on the boundaries of your life and especially the ones that meant the world to John, even if he pretended like they didn’t.
“Really? You don’t seem upset.” You smiled handing John his phone back.
“No, but I’m starting to think you’re getting out of hand.” John flirted in a joking tone. It was innocent enough Lily wouldn’t understand John’s charm.
“Oooooo! Mummy gets in trouble too! Evie, mummy’s in trouble come watch!” Lily called from her spot, hand gripping John’s pants and then looking at you with a goofy grin.
“Oi, cool it. We’re only joking.” John shot Lily a look as if to tell her to hush.
“Mum you’re in trouble?” Evelyns head peaked around the corner to look at you, John, and Lily who was still hugging John’s leg.
“No, she’s not. Now clear out.” John laughed out the words and waved his daughters away.
“Can I play in my room, please? The movies too scary.” Lily stopped at the doorway of the kitchen and you shook your head yes. Your daughters were quick to leave, giggles floating through the air.
You were laughing to yourself and slipping your arms around John’s v-shaped waist, forehead resting against his toned chest. Sliding closer you hugged your husband lightly and grinned wider as you heard your daughter’s feet pad against the floor as they retreated into the living room.
“You’re going to punish me, right?” You flirted, a coy giggle leaving you as John grabbed your ass with both hands.
“Oh absolutely.”
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“Suds!!!” Evelyn cheered as she threw the back door open.
“Suds? Didn’t daddy say Rope?” Lily looked at Evelyn confused and then as soon as she made eye contact with Soap retreated into the house her shyness kicking in.
“Soap, dad said Soap.” Jj corrected as he approached the back door and waved to Johnny.
“Like that makes anymore sense.” Lily quipped before running to you and hiding her face in your leggings.
“Merry Christmas!” Jj smiled to Soap and shook his much larger hand as Johnny came through the back door.
“You’re looking more and more like Cap. Happy Christmas.” Soap leaned down and handed the tin of cookies he brought to Jj. Jj’s eyes went wide seeing how large the shiny blue tin was and then immediately turned to Evelyn who was calling dibs on certain ones. The two of them both agreeing the ones with sprinkles would be Lily’s.
“Johnny, it so nice to have you. Merry Christmas!” You turned to see Soap entering your home through the back door.
He was dressed in light jeans, brown boots, and a dark green festive sweater with ornate white and red argyle patterns. His Mohawk looked as if it had been freshly shaved along with his face. The most noticeable thing about him was the new scar that ran from the top of his eyebrow and down to the top of his cheek. John hadn’t mentioned anything about something so noticeable but you chalked it up to him keeping quiet about his men’s health.
“Indy, thanks for havin’ me.” Soap smiled and held up the expensive bottle of scotch he’d brought. It just occurred to him that it wasn’t even noon yet and he was offering you alcohol.
“You know it might be early for me but John will absolutely want a glass right now with how wild the kids are being.” You joked but Soap could see by the look in your eyes you meant it.
It had been a battle after opening presents to get your children to help you and John shovel outside. There were tears and claims that you two were the meanest parents ever. Through the complaints you wondered where Lily wandered off to and found her by the back door in her snow suit with her boots on the wrong feet. She was smiling brightly and asking if someone could teach her how to make a snow ball. You realized in that moment Lily hadn’t remembered any other time she saw snow and was excited to get out there and enjoy it.
“Ah, you little tykes getting out of hand?” Soap politely laughed and cast his eyes down at Lily who was hiding her face.
She reminded him of his niece in this moment with how shy she was being. When Soap thought of John’s children he assumed they were all self assured and boisterous like Evelyn and Jj. It was amusing to think the confident Captain Price had a painfully shy youngest daughter.
“Of course we are Suds. Dad said we’re lucky cuz we would’ve gotten coal ‘for not behaving properly.’” Evelyn deepened her voice and parroted Johns words back to you all. Then sticking her tongue out, cleary unamused by her father being strict.
“Oi, what did I say about being cheeky.” John’s gruff voice carried down the hall but Evelyn wasn’t phased. Turning to Soap she narrowed her eyes, popped her hip out to the side and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Does he bark at you like that too?” Your snarky little girl asked Soap. Using her thumb to point behind her where John was walking down the hallway.
“Worse. You keep it up and I think he’ll bark at you like he does me. Cap’ doesn’t fu-“ Soap caught eye with John’s and quickly corrected himself.
“Play around.” Soap finished.
“Nice of you to join us Soap.” John’s voice was gravely but you could see he was legitimately happy to have one of his soldiers here for the holiday.
“Pleasure being here, sir.” Johnny shook his Captains hand firmly and passed him the bottle of scotch.
“You know Jj and Evie but I don’t think you’ve gotten the chance to meet Lily since she was a baby. Lily, say hello.” John looked over to his youngest daughter who was now completely behind you and avoiding meeting a new person like the plague.
“Lily.” John warned.
“Uh-uh.” Lily’s voice was soft as you tried to move to the side only for her to cling to you.
“That’s not polite. Say hello.” John pushed a little firmer this time. You gave John a pleading look to drop it. Clearly Lily had made up her mind and you thought it was okay for her to not say hello. If she was forced, it would only result in tears.
“It’s alright. She’ll warm up.” Soap gave John a nod but could see his Captain didn’t appreciate his daughter ignoring his order. Leaning in Soap whispered something John wasn’t expecting.
“My niece is the same way. It’ll only get worse if you force her.” Soap patted John on the back roughly.
John could only hum a bit annoyed. He knew Soap wasn’t a father so to be getting advice from someone without children didn’t hold much weight to him. Thats when Lily began to sniffle and when John turned to look you had your four year old in your arms and were whispering sweet words to her. If Soap wasn’t here John would tell you that you were coddling Lily and asks you to stop.
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“If you land on that one you have to go all the way baaack. . . Here.” Soap ran his finger down the cartoon slide to where the figurine would end up. Then when he saw no initiative to move the piece he placed it where it belonged; two spaces away from his own.
Christmas brunch had been eaten hours ago and you were in the kitchen getting dinner ready. John and Soap had smoked a cigars and shared a few drinks. They chatted about work and Soap expressed how greatful he was to be invited over since going back to Scotland for the holidays wasn’t an option. Soap was also interested in meeting John’s family since they would be coming over any minute now.
Now Soap found himself sitting on your couch playing chutes and ladders with Evelyn. Jj was fiddling around with the rubix cube John got him and watching a video of some guy solving it with a blind fold. Lily was curled up on the couch watching the Christmas movie you put on and had been glancing over at the board game. John had disappeared to the basement to fix the water heater because you complained the hot water wasn’t working.
“Mum doesn’t make me follow the rules.” Evelyn looked at Soap as if he should know this. She picked up her piece and placed it back where she was and gave Soap a look as if she was daring him to move her piece again.
“Does your dad let you?” Soap asked a grin begining to form on his face. He was starting to realize what John meant when he told him to not let Evelyn boss him around.
“No, that’s why I don’t play board games with him.” Evelyn sighed and started to get up off the floor.
Soap instantly felt as if he’d done something wrong as she moved on to go play with one of her new presents. Before Soap could ask her if she was sure she didn’t want to play anymore the sound of the plastic figurine sliding across the board caught his attention.
Lily was kneeling on the ground where Evelyn had just been and used the coffee table to hide most of her herself. Only her saphire eyes were visible from across the coffee table. The four year old had moved Evelyn’s piece to where it truly belonged and then shyly slid the spinner over to Soap for him to take his turn.
“Ah, so you like playing by the rules.” Soap quirked an eyebrow at the messy haired girl, her brown locks staticky from her sweater.
The question was not verbally answered but Lily slowly shook her head up and down. Soap and her stayed silent as they took turns, the two of them abiding by the rules. Lily was slowly sitting up more and more until finally she had her elbows resting on the coffee table no longer hiding away.
“How’d you get that scar?” Lily’s question was so quiet Soap barely heard her. She was staring intently at him, her cheeks rosy and face expressionless.
“Didn’t hear you lass. What’d you say?” The tone of Soaps deep voice was soft and gentle. He was doing everything to coax the shy girl out of her shell and being kind was the best way he knew how to. Lily didn’t respond verbally but pointed at her own eye as a way to signal her question.
“Ah, this.” Soap pointed to the scar and Lily quickly shook her head up and down a smile with no teeth spreading across her face.
“Well, if I’m honest I don’t really remember.” It was a lie but Soap didn’t think it was appropriate to tell that story to any of your children. Lily sighed a bit and counted how many spaces she needed to get to a ladder.
“You’re lying.” Lily said nonchalantly as she spun for her turn and then moved her piece accordingly.
“What makes you say that?” Soap scoffed and had to keep his jaw from dropping open at her response. Looking Soap straight in the face Lily took two fingers, pointed to her own eyes as if to tell him that how she knew.
“You have liar eyes.” Lily spoke softly.
“Liar eyes?” Soap questioned.
Checking over her shoulder Lily made sure that her siblings weren’t listening. Jj and Evelyn were to engrossed in their own activities to notice.
“Jj gets liar eyes when he tells mummy he’s doing good in maths. And daddy gets liar eyes when he says he’ll be safe at work.” Lily took one of her small hands and pressed it to her cheek so her voice wouldn’t carry in the direction of her older siblings.
Soap took a second to respond. He was in shock to hear how a four year old could be so perceptive of Captain John Price. That even at this young age she saw through the facade of John trying to make it seem like his job was safe and he’d be okay. It made something in his chest ache, a twinge of guilt lighting up his spine. It had Soap wondering how guilt ridden John must feel and how scary it was for his children.
“And your mum and Evie?” Soap asked softly not yet taking his turn.
“I can’t tell what their liar eyes look like. Daddy says it’s because they have poke faces.” Lily pushed the spinner at Soap, beckoning him to go.
“Do you mean poker faces?” He asked, silently listening to the young girl.
“Yeah, what’s poker face anyway?” The question had Soap snickering. She really was a cute kid and the spitting image of John.
“It’s just poker and it’s a card game that adults lose money at.” It was a quick explanation that he tried to keep age appropriate.
“Do you play poke-r” Lily asked. A triumphant smile spreading across her face as she placed her piece on spot 100.
“Not usually. Your mums thrashed me at the game last time I played with her.” Soap laughed and then gave the blues eyed girl a high five for winning.
“Silly mummy.” Lily giggled.
“Wanna play again?” Soap asked and Lily was already moving the pieces back to the start.
John was just exiting the basement when he caught sight of you giving the mashed potato’s a taste. With a bright smile you waved him over to try which John ended up taking a massive bite of. With a sensual kiss and light pinch to your bum John made his way to go rescue Soap from having to hang around the kids.
Walking to the living room doorway John froze in his spot. His shy little girl was giggling and chatting away with Soap as they played a board game together. They were talking about different games they could play with a deck of cards and Lily had just asked if they could play go fish later. Slowly John backed away and fast walked down the hallway.
“Darling, come look.” John whispered and waved for you to follow. Quickly you made your way out of the kitchen and started to walk down the hall with your husband.
“What happened?” You asked softly not sure why John was being so hush hush.
“Look.” John said the word breathlessly into your ear and your eyes widened in surprise.
Lily had come out of her shell to some degree and was happily spending time with Soap.
Your heart fluttered and you felt your cheeks warm just a bit. Lily was so cute in her black and white sweater with a reindeer on the front. Her straight brown hair flowing in the air from the static it caused. You saw how she was starting to warm up and wondered if she’d be her silly, snarky self by the end of the night.
“You proud of her?” You looked up at John and could see the deepest of love swimming in his light blue eyes.
“Proud doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling.” Johns voice lacked its normal gruffness and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tugged you into his chest. You chuckled out a huff of a small laugh and rested your head against your husbands firm chest and gazed with him at your youngest daughter.
“Merry Christmas John.” Looking up you could see John was still admiring Lily’s huge accomplishment. After a moment he looked down at you and his sweet smile became wider as he stared into the love of his life’s gorgeous eyes.
“Thank you, you’ve given me the three most precious gifts I could ever ask for.” John’s whispered words were warm against the skin of your cheek as he placed a loving kiss there soon after.
Soap smiled to himself having caught a glimpse of his Captains soft side with you securely in John’s arms. Maybe Soap too could have a life like this, or maybe in another life.
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Actually, while we are at it, can we talk about how awful a lot of the fanbase treats Basil? My man can’t catch a break because almost everyone misinterprets him one way or another.
Where do I even start? Literally everything he does is taken the wrong way. There’s the people who characterize him as an obsessive yandere who only cares about Sunny and did everything in his power to isolate him. On the other hand, we have people who just remove one of the basic core aspects of him as a whole and make him an empty husk with no real personality.
Headacanon him however you want, but also try to understand him? I don’t know how people can say he only cares about Sunny when it’s clear he deeply appreciates his friends. He has a stronger bond with Sunny, but that doesn’t mean he’s a possessive and obsessed person who is toxic.
He definitely fucked up along the way, but his actions were never intended to hurt Sunny intentionally. He was in a panic and all he wanted was to keep his best friend safe. People constantly treat him as he’s a disgusting person for simple fact he shows mental illness signs, which is incredibly disheartening because there IS people in real life who act this way and can’t help it! What a relief it is to know people will treat me or my friends like this if we dare show an ounce of distress or panic!
Being mentally ill does not justify your actions, but this also doesn’t mean you are allowed to treat people who suffer from them like scum. People like Basil deserve to get help, to have people who support them so they can start healing. Basil clearly didn’t have that support, the only person that was there for him being his bedridden grandmother who he eventually lost.
And on the other hand, we have people who just choose to get rid of Basil’s personality altogether and characterise him as this character who is all suffering and trauma based off things that are NOT canon. It’s true that Basil’s life doesn’t exactly fit a “normal” childhood (having to live with his grandmother for unknown reasons) but that doesn’t immediately mean he is beyond traumatized? Basil is a little shy, sure, but a lot of people are. Basil used to be a smart and lively kid who loved his friends dearly. It wasn’t until AFTER the incident that he spiralled to the point he is where we see him in game.
People either disregard his trauma and paint him as a villain (let’s make one thing clear, there are NO villains in OMORI), or try to give him even more trauma for no apparent reason. All we know is that his parents aren’t really present in his life, and while that may bring some issues, from what we can see in cutscenes and the photo album, Basil lived a comfortable life surrounded by a loving family member and friends who cared about him.
You are free to explore Basil’s character however you like, but there’s a point where it no longer feels like Basil.
There is nothing wrong with showing his gentle side, just as how there’s nothing wrong to explore his unhealthy behaviour. But focusing on only one of the aspects of his entire self just turns him into a one-dimensional character with no redeemable qualities.
In my opinion, Basil is one of the best examples of a person struggling with mentally illness in media, yet people choose to ignore the complexity of his character to have either a selfish and dangerous yandere or a cute and shy femboy who’s only there to look pretty.
Write him like the mess he is. He is unstable. He is resentful, he is paranoid. That’s what makes Basil’s character so loved. That’s what makes him feel so relatable and human. Ignoring one side of his self takes away all of that. OMORI is a game about acceptance and forgiving. Why shouldn’t we apply those terms to their characters? It’s rather hypocritical for the fanbase to treat Sunny as a poor boy who only did what he did due to stress and trauma and then mark Basil as a psychopath with no redeemable features as if he wasn’t also a scared child who witnessed his very best friend push his sister down the stairs.
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My favorite reclist of the year! It’s the best excuse to reread beloved fics and shout about them again. I couldn’t wait any longer to post it, so, without further ado: here are my personal favorites from 2023 and why I love them, along with a banner I’m really pleased with. 
Thank you, sweet writers, for giving us your wonderful stories. Wishing everyone a happy December and an amazing and soft new year!
I Fall On Grass by @tackytigerfic Drarry, T, 3.1k
I adore stories with mature characters and this one is no exception. It’s so charming: gentle pining over the years, throughout the realities of life and parenthood, written with such a light hand. And lovely worldbuilding of a slow life that they built for themselves, which left me smiling the whole day after reading it. It feels like a soft caress for my soul.
It’s Me or the Peacock by harrows Drarry, T, 4.6
Do you ever feel like reading a fun, lighthearted fic that will have you grinning all day? Look no further, this is the one. Picture this: established Drarry taking the plunge to move in together, except Draco is bringing his “avian third wheel” with him, adding a feathered twist to the mix. Harry can’t quite believe what’s happening and that’s not even the half of it. This fic is a delight!
Sun Shower by @moonmanatee Drarry, T, 6k
Meet Orkie (short for Snorkel), the delightful cat who loves his boy Harry very much. They share a special bond, silently understanding not to delve into the origins of their pasts. What matters most is their companionship and the comforting routine they’ve woven together. Now, enter Draco Malfoy, a fashion icon with phenomenal outfits, his mud-loving dog, Hubert, and a dash of mouthwatering culinary creations. Your heart will grow three sizes by the time you’re done reading; mine certainly did.
Birds Behaving Badly by @peachpety Drarry, E, 10.5k
Oh, this fic!! I swear my whole body was wiggling with delight when I read it – it’s hilarious and hot and so witty. Draco has a type, which leads to a fun case of mistaken identity, all artfully resolved with the intervention of a conniving seagull, Kevin. Brace yourself for some sassy Slytherin banter, side characters so vividly portrayed they’ll steal your heart (Goyle, I’m looking at you), and the enchanting backdrop of a magical Brighton in the summer. Cue the squeals of delight! 
A Saviour’s Guide to Manners and Decorum by @wolfpants Drarry, E, 13k
I have read every fic Wolf has written this year and, let me tell you, choosing just one feels like an impossible task – I wish I could include them all. But here is my pick, and it’s not because it happened to be my birthday gift. This fic is a gem, seamlessly blending humor with a soft, wistful touch (oh, and do I need to mention it’s also incredibly hot?). It resonates because Harry just wants to be accepted for who he is, refusing to change for anyone (as he rightly shouldn't!). Enter Draco, who is here to help, and not to “fix him”. Sprinkle that with a subtle hint of D/s dynamics, a generous serving of UST, and a sensual shaving scene, and you have got the perfect fic. LOVE!
I only want the ones I envy (I envy) by @porcelainheart3 Drarry, E, 13.5k
This fic is so stunning! A coming-out story with writing so clean and sharp it made me laugh out loud through (lots of) inevitable tears. It has a very competent magical inventor Draco, who wears sock garters(!). It has Harry on a self-discovery journey that feels so very real; with a heart-wrenching childhood flashback that will leave you shattered. It has the most supportive friends. It has banter and flirting and so many wonderful details (look closely at the newspaper in the fic for an extra dose of laughter). And let's not forget the most incredibly emotional blow job; talk about smut with feelings! It’s one of those fics that made me read the rest of the author’s catalog immediately (and trust me, you should too!).
A Time, Dark and Divine by @moonflower-rose Established Drarry, Draco/Ron/Harry, E, 17k
Oh boy oh boy oh boy, this fic is so scorching hot. And their dynamic is so complex: jealousy and possessiveness wrapped up in a delicious package of a boys' trip in Thailand. A stunning Ron POV filled to the brim with complicated history and tension, incredible characterization for all three of them, culminating, inevitably, in hot-hot-hot sex. I couldn’t get this story out of my head for days. If you, like me, like feelings with your smut, this one’s for you! 
Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm Drarry, E, 22k
This story is so charming and whimsical! First of all, this Draco is such an utter delight that I fell in love with him right away. He’s so entertaining! The concept of Christmas in July gives the story a wonderfully atmospheric and slightly wistful tone. Add to it a very domestic and playful dynamic between Draco and Harry, top-notch dialogue, so many creative details, and an absolutely delicious and intimate sex scene. From beginning to end, this fic is so warm and touching; a gentle romance that feels as if it was enchantingly sprinkled with a cheering charm.
the first in line by @oflights Drarry, E, 29.5k
This fic is hilarious, mischievous, and sexy all at the same time. And also a little bit unhinged in the best possible way. It had me in its grip from the very first sentence: “When the clock strikes midnight on his 25th birthday, Harry is having a threesome with a werewolf and a vampire.” (chef’s kiss!) and it didn’t let me go. We have a reluctant and grumpy Veela Harry, an over-the-top Draco, summer vacation vibes, a magical yacht, wooing with a hot air balloon (and more!), plus an absolutely delightful non-monogamous background Romione. Gah!!!
Of Magical Beings Being - Magic by @rockingrobin69 Drarry, E, 30k
What’s actually magic here is Robin’s writing. It’s… wait, I don’t think I have words for how rich and full this world is, how special! There’s pining and soft angst and an unreliable narrator and exes to lovers, but somehow all that doesn’t even begin to describe what this story is. It’s witty and fascinating and soft and playful. It’s about loving the other person so much that you do the wrong thing because you think that’s what they want, even though it hurts you. It’s about manifesting them in everything you do until they come back. It’s about Love, about Happiness. It knocked the breath out of me. It’s unbearably lovely.
Winner takes it all by @skeptiquewrites Drarry, E, 41k
This fic is absolutely devastating in a sort of gentle way. My heart broke a million times for this wonderful, hardworking, cornered Draco – who’s looking after his mum – as well as for a whole bunch of beautifully written side characters. The story starts with a bet, and from there, it unravels with Tee's razor-sharp writing, infused with nuance that makes the narrative incredibly rich and undeniably real. If you're in the mood for a cathartic cry, followed by a sweet, happy ending, don't walk – run to this fic!
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lukevangelista · 9 months
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knock, knock: the future comes calling | these michigan summers
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a/n: IM SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS BUT folks, the moment we've all been waiting for *drumroll*
cw: some making out that came out a little steamier than i expected? also brief mention of jacklibby *shudders*
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FALL '18
Libby wasn't even in need of sleep when she found herself in Quinn's bed. The sun had set hours ago, replaced by the moonbeams pooling into his room like a gentle greeting, a soft lullaby foretelling a night of peaceful slumber.
She'd been stuck with the closing shift at the quaint boutique downtown, and when Quinn had caught wind of just how late she'd be there, he wouldn't hear her arguments that it was only a thirty-minute drive home. In no way was it an excuse to see her.
The movie playing on his laptop had long been forgotten, though, moved aside as they lay beside each other, lost in a conversation they barely remembered starting.
"Fuck, I don't know what I wanna do after college," Libby confessed with a sigh, stuffing her face against the soft fabric of his pillow like it would provide some security from Quinn's stare—intense yet not in the way that had her running for the hills or shriveling up until she was nothing but a speck of dust. “Maybe run away and join the military like everyone else who doesn’t know what they wanna do in life.”
"Hey, you still have time to figure it out," Quinn assured her, coasting his hand into hers. "We're barely into our second year."
Libby could feel the words at the tip of her tongue, clawing and desperate to be said, the ones that wanted to invalidate what he was telling her. Quinn knew what he was going to be doing in the future, in the next year. He practically had it all lined up since he was a little kid, and though she was incredibly proud of him, the suffocating feeling of being stuck had her comparing herself to him, to his life, in a way she knew was incomparable.
She wasn't an athlete, not anymore. She couldn't rely on the talent she'd been refining since she was a kid to support herself like he could. Not that she'd been that good of an athlete, to begin with. Sure, she was offered an athletic scholarship, but there was no guarantee she would've made it into the professional leagues, the way it was for Quinn.
God, Libby felt like she was falling behind, tripping over herself, running in circles, doing unnecessary U-turns. She was struggling to keep up, to have a career lined up, all planned out.
It didn't seem to matter that, as Quinn said, she was barely into her second year. When the people around her seemed to have everything figured out, time moved differently, faster, with every breath ticking one second closer to uncertainty.
But Libby stopped herself before the thoughts could come tumbling past her lips. That wasn't who she was. Her pride for Quinn's accomplishments and what lay ahead for him far surpassed the belittling jealousy that crawled through her mind like parasites.
"I know," she found herself saying, squeezing his hand.
A beat of silence lapped between them, hesitancy seeping into the air. Quinn's eyebrows pulled together like he was deep in thought. "Have you—" He paused.
"Have I what?"
"Have you ever thought about getting back into soccer?" he asked genuinely, turning onto his side to look at her better. "Or cheer? I remember watching you practice tumbling out on the lawn sometimes."
Libby smiled as the memories resurfaced, but a moment later, her lips thinned with acceptance. "No, those days are over," she said, a bittersweetness clinging to her words. She remembered complaining to her mother most days about the sore muscles and infuriating drills, and she would do anything to experience it for one more day.
"Because of your ACL? Thought it hadn't been bothering you for a while."
"Kinda. I just—I don't know how you're balancing school and hockey." Libby blew some air out in disbelief. "I'm barely making it through the day as a regular student. Can't imagine what it would be like to do soccer or cheer too."
"You're also working a job that I think you should quit because your boss sounds like a Grade-A asshole."
Libby laughed at the apparent annoyance on his face. "He has a family to feed and take care of, Squish."
"And he can do that without being a dick towards his employees."
"Would it make you feel better if I got a new job next semester?" she asked, mostly joking. She could endure the passive-aggressive comments thrown her way or the overbearing behavior of her boss for a bit longer; it was nothing she hadn't experienced growing up.
"Yeah, it would, actually," Quinn responded seriously. "It'd make me feel better if you got a new one as soon as possible."
Libby said nothing for a moment before a smile broke through her face.
"What?"
"You're cute when you're frustrated, you know that?" she asked, eyes milking the planes of his face and how his stern expression faltered once she uttered those words.
Quinn blinked before shaking himself out of his stupor. "Hey, you can't do that." He detached their hands only to stick his pinky out in the space between them. "Promise you'll find a job with a nicer boss?"
Libby looped their pinkies together. "Next semester."
"I'll hold you to that."
"I know you will." Libby let her gaze trace over his features one more time before sucking in a breath. "I probably don't have to ask what you want to do, huh?"
Quinn chuckled, soft and raspy with the luring calls of sleep he was swinging his sword at, desperate to stay up and talk to her for just a little longer. "No, probably not."
"You're gonna kill it out there," she told him, sliding her hand back into his to rub her thumb against his calloused skin as though she could sense the anxiousness festering within him, the fears he kept locked away out of habit, out of a responsibility to always stand firm for his brothers, for himself.
"I hope so."
"You will."
Quinn's gaze danced across her face, glowing under the dim lighting of his room. Sincerity was laced in the blues of her eyes like it was weaved into her genes by the finest seamstress the universe had to offer—a permanent gleam that outshone the stars. He gulped as her jaw clenched with certitude, sharp and mighty against those who may try to contradict her.
Even though his ambition had been a crackling, growing ember within him long before he knew her, the way she was looking at him, so assured and proud, despite how he hadn't even made it to the NHL yet, made it so much clearer that he'd be successful just for her, to prove her right, to see that look all over again.
And fuck, he was so far gone.
"I guess that's something I want to do," he said. "Do well in the NHL."
Libby rolled her eyes—affectionate. "Didn't you hear me, Squish? You will."
"And win the Stanley Cup."
"Which you will."
"And have you by my side through it all."
Libby tightened her hold on his hand. "Which you will. I'll always be there for you."
Quinn shook his head. She wasn't getting it. "I know, but winning the Cup won't be as fulfilling if I can't hold you on the ice and kiss you the way I've wanted to for years."
The world seemed to slow in Libby's head as his words replayed in her head repeatedly like a mantra, whispered all around her like the air had been begging her to understand what he'd said, what he'd wanted to say for so long.
Her heart should've sped up, should've run laps around her chest like it was the last run of her life, but the blood pumped slowly in her veins, beating softly like the wings of a butterfly. It wasn't suspense of fear she felt; rather, it was much like relief.
Relief that she hadn't been the only one teeming with thoughts and dreams of what it would be like to have each other as more.
Libby hadn't realized she'd stayed quiet until his fingers brushed the side of her face, gentle and hesitant in a way that showed he hadn't thought this through—like he had been holding onto that piece of information for so long, he just couldn't keep it in anymore, combusting with a need for her to hear what he’d been keeping hidden under the guise of a years-long friendship.
He just needed her to hear it.
"Say something, please," he whispered, voice trembling as he tucked her hair behind her ear. The way she was scanning his face, eyes unreadable like he'd never seen before, had his throat closing up. It terrified him to realize he had no idea what she was thinking when she'd always been so easy to read.
"You don't have to wait until we're on the ice." Libby pushed forward and captured his lips in hers.
Caught in a state of shock, Quinn took a moment to return the kiss, and their mouths clashed together in a greedy culmination of every moment together, every mishap, every miscommunicated gesture, every 'what if?'
Libby found herself being lowered onto her back, pressed further against the mattress as Quinn slotted himself in the space between her legs. Her fingers tangled with his hair, and a groan escaped him, muffled against the sweet press of her lips that tasted like the pomegranate chapstick she'd applied earlier. The sound was much breathier and deeper than she'd imagined.
Quinn cursed under his breath when she moaned, his hips involuntarily rolling into hers. His wild heart thrashed in his chest, heaving clumsily against hers, and though his lungs screamed for air, he was under her allure, unable to pull away like he’d been enchanted by her touch alone, unwilling to have any space between them.
His hand slid under the hem of her—his—sweater, warm skin against warm skin, electric and blazing all at once. The newfound closeness forced Libby to break the kiss, her bottom lip trapped between his teeth. A desperate whimper rippled from her vocal cords, high-pitched and whiny in a way that had Quinn imagining what other sounds she'd make.
He released her lip, watched it bounce back into place, and the arm that kept him propped up collapsed beneath him. He gulped as he caught his breath, leaning his forehead against her shoulder, eyes closed. "Fuck."
Libby ran her hand through Quinn's hair, gently coaxing him to look at her. Her eyes switched between his, the blown-out pupils against the darkened green that seemed just as enchanting, watched as they flickered down to her swollen lips.
Quinn kissed her again, short and sweet, unlike the previous. "Let me be yours," he mumbled, begged, trailing his lips across her jaw and down her neck, reveling in the moans he could feel vibrating through her throat as she tilted her head for him. "I've wanted to be yours for so long."
Libby's heart skipped a beat. "Only if I'm yours."
A smile stretched wide across Quinn's face as he pulled away from her neck, infectious enough to draw one from Libby. All he did was nod before his lips were on her cheek. Fuck, it was like he couldn't stop—he wanted to kiss every part of her tenderly, sweetly, until she was sick of it.
"Wait—years?" Libby pulled away from Quinn after her mind finally caught up, processed what he’d said with clarity. "What d'you mean you've been wanting to kiss me for years?"
Quinn's eyebrows furrowed like it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Sunshine, I've had the biggest crush on you ever since you first knocked on our door."
"You have?"
"Yeah, baby," he said softly, watching her cheeks redden after the nickname slipped past his lips.
"Wait—but you dated—"
"I know." His calloused thumb swiped back and forth against her ribs. "Thought I talked myself out of that stupid little crush because, I mean, you were only there for the summers, but you still had my heart racing. Broke up with Ashley when I realized it wasn't fair to her, even if I thought you and Jack had something going on."
Libby's face twisted. "Don't remind me."
"Are you still mad at that?" Quinn asked, eyes heavy with guilt and shame.
"I was never mad at that," she said, gliding her hand onto his jaw, smiling when he leaned into her touch. "Appalled, maybe. A little hurt. Kinda upset—actually, very upset—"
Quinn frowned. "I'm sorry, Sunshine."
Libby shook her head. "Hey, we talked about this. It's okay. I forgive you. Forgave you ages ago."
He held her stare for a moment, searching for any sign of resentment, any flaw in her character that brought her one step closer to humanity and away from divinity. Instead, all he found were a gentle pair of eyes looking into his with nothing but candor. "I think you have the kindest heart this world will ever see."
A laugh rumbled through her chest. She ruffled her fingers through his hair, finding the slight crinkle of his nose far too endearing. "You're adorable."
"I mean it, Libby," Quinn said, finally letting his weight relax against her body. "And I don't wanna fuck up again, not when you're trusting me with your heart."
"Bless your heart, Quintin," she sighed, letting her thumb graze his browbone. "You really are adorable. And poetic."
He rolled his eyes at her cheeky smile.
"You wanna know what I think?" Libby asked.
"Always wanna know what you think."
"I think...I've always trusted you with my heart. And I don't think you realize just how kind yours is either—one of my favorite things about you."
Quinn's breath stuttered, his heart too. His eyes fluttered shut when her fingers traced the slope of his nose, then her thumb swept across his lips. And suddenly, the layers of clothes in between them seemed too overbearing. His hand caressed her skin under her sweater, gliding lower until he was nudging at the hem. "Can I? Just wanna feel you."
Libby swallowed the sudden lump in her throat as she let him remove the sweater, leaving her in just her sports bra. Her breath came out choppy when his eyes flicked across her body as though he'd never seen her in a bikini before; it was like he'd been ensorcelled, looking at her like she had been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmured, feeling her skin heat up at his words.
Libby bit her lip, masking the size of her smile. She tugged at his shirt, and he slipped it off his torso, tossing it somewhere in his room. Her hands skated over the ridges of hardened muscles and warm skin that she'd only ever used to be able to appreciate visually when he'd been working out or swimming in the pool back in Canton.
"C'mere." She pulled him in for another kiss, savoring the way his hand slid up her calf, holding her knee against his hip.
"Think I could kiss you all the time," he mumbled against her lips. "Don't know how I've gone this long without it."
"Look who the talkative one is now," Libby teased. A squeal erupted from her throat when Quinn squeezed her side, her body squirming at the ticklish feeling, and his laughs echoed into balmy air.
He nestled his face into the hollow of her neck, a sharp gasp cutting through her giggles as he drew a line of kisses down her chest, nudging her necklace out of the way with his nose and skipping the tight material of her sports bra, and across her stomach. He bit back a smirk when her skin pebbled under his lips, the muscles in her belly tightening, forcing a moan out of her throat.
Libby watched with bated breath as his fingers hooked onto the waistband of her shorts. He looked up at her, eyes shiny with wonder, silently asking if he could take them off. With her lips parted and eyes searing the image of him staring up at her like she was some deity deserving of reverence in her brain, she nodded.
Quinn tugged her shorts down her legs, haphazardly tossing them aside. His lips found her thighs, then her hips, and a deep rumble sounded from his chest when her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at his scalp. He sucked on the supple skin of her hips, tongue lapping over the bruises and teeth marks hidden from everyone but them—a vestige of the night.
His name came out of Libby’s mouth as nothing but a breathy moan, a desperate cry for more. Quinn glanced up, letting his thumb soothe over her hip bone, and he felt the air in his chest get knocked out: Her hair was fanned out against his pillow like a halo, skin glowing like liquid gold, shimmery with desire, and Quinn swore she looked nothing short of perfection—an angel walking amongst mere mortals.
Libby pulled him back for another kiss, crushing and frantic, as she reached for his shorts. He was quick to kick them off, yet when she went for his boxers, his hand latched onto her wrist.
"Not tonight," he murmured before she could ask if he was okay, if she’d overstepped a boundary. Her touch was gentle against his face, contrasting the feverish grabbing along his body from a moment ago that had him burning all over, permanently scorched by her. "Tonight, I just wanna kiss my girl."
A dazed smile danced across Libby’s face as she sighed in pleasure, her eyes closing like she’d taken a hit of some drug. She felt his mouth, wet and slow, across her jawline, neck, chest, and shoulders—no part untouched.
"Just wanna appreciate you," Quinn mumbled against her skin.
Libby melted when his lips found hers again—felt like she could sink into the mattress. She hiked one leg around his waist, ready to push him onto his back, yet he didn't budge, fought every valiant attempt of hers. She broke their kiss, brushing her thumb over his pink and swollen lips. "Gonna let me appreciate you, too, big guy?"
"Tonight’s all about you, baby."
She pouted. "You're paintin' me out to be a selfish lover, Quintin."
He ran his broad hand up and down her thigh, groping at the skin. "You? Selfish?" He laughed, shoulders shaking and mouth smiling wide, teeth and all. "Could never be selfish."
Libby rolled her eyes, and Quinn shook his head lightheartedly. His body relaxed against hers like a weighted blanket, and with a final kiss on her lips, they understood that there was no need to go any further. All Quinn wanted was to lay in her arms, wrapped up in the actualization that he was hers, and she was his.
One of Libby’s hands rubbed his bare back, his muscles rippling under her touch, while the other twirled the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. She pressed soft kisses over his forehead and temple and wherever she could reach, and she couldn't help but chuckle when a hum vibrated through his body as he hugged her waist like she would disappear.
Gradually, Quinn's breaths slowed, and soft snores reverberated against the quietude of the room.
Libby didn't fight against the fond tug of her mouth as she glanced down at his sleeping figure. She may not have known what she wanted to do after college, but she knew she wanted Quinn, and for now, that was enough.
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A knock ricocheted into the room, breaking the calming stillness that was lulling Libby to sleep. Her voice was soft, heavy with exhaustion as she told the person to enter the room.
The door opened, and Josh stuck his head through the space. His eyebrows shot up when he took note of the pair on the bed—the positioning, the unrestrained affection, and the few pieces of clothing strewn across the floor. "Well, that's new."
Libby suddenly grew bashful under his mischievous eyes, the same ones that would glance at her whenever she and Quinn did anything because he'd been privy to her feelings, pieced it together over the summer when he'd visited Canton to hang out with them. At the sight of her nervous smile, Josh's jaw dropped.
"Oh, my God," he mumbled. "You guys finally fucked."
A choked sound lodged itself in Libby's throat at his statement, and she tried not to cough, tried to keep her movements to a minimum to not wake up Quinn. "What—no!"
"You guys finally admitted you liked each other?" Josh guessed with a tilt of his head, clearly entertained by how flustered she was.
Libby stuttered over a response, trying to come up with the right words to say, but it was like her brain had short-circuited, and any ability to speak the English language had been thrown out the window. Damn, maybe Tyler was right: she did get shy when talking about her feelings.
"You totally did!" Josh pumped his fist before leaning back into the corridor. "You all owe me money!"
Libby's eyes widened at his words, and panic broiled in her chest when Quinn stirred in her arms, a sigh fanning against the bare skin of her collarbone.
"What's going on?" he asked, lifting his head ever so slightly, eyes bleary as he tried to blink away his sleepiness.
"Nothing," she blurted, screaming with her eyes at Josh to cut it out when he quietly celebrated by the doorway. "Go back to sleep, Squish."
"Okay." He kissed her, briefly yet slowly all at once, before snuggling back against her neck, lips grazing the skin there one final time before he went back to sleep.
Josh wriggled his eyebrows, about to slip away when Libby spoke. "Wait, why'd you come knockin'?"
"Was gonna ask him something, but it looks like he has something more important to be doing." Josh winked suggestively.
"Oh, God." Libby scoffed.
"I don't think God wants to see what goes on between you."
Her nose scrunched. "You're disgusting."
Josh laughed.
"Before you leave, can you do me a favor?"
"Depends on the favor."
"Turn the lamp off for me?" Libby smiled sheepishly.
"Are you decent?" he asked.
"Jesus Christ," she cursed. "Yes, I'm decent."
Josh then hummed, slipping into the room. "Just making sure. And I'm only doing this because I'm about to be a few hundred dollars richer."
Her face was marred with disbelief, eyes following him as he drew nearer. "You know, it's awfully rude to bet on your friends."
"I'll split with you."
"Deal."
Josh switched off the lamp, shrouding the room in darkness. He walked toward the door, tripping over Quinn's shirt that was tossed aside earlier, and his body crashed into the wardrobe by the door with a heavy thud. He told Libby to shut up when she snickered. The moment he closed the door behind him, Libby heard the dreaded nursery rhyme reverberating against the walls of the house.
"Libby and Quinn, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."
She sighed when Josh's voice finally faded down the corridor: They were in for a ride tomorrow morning.
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candiedstardust · 1 month
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I know, I know. I drive everyone CRAZY regarding Rebels. But like??? I love it. How could a lonely, sentimental girl like myself NOT love Rebels or be totally normal about it??
Connection is one of the things that stands out to me. They were all incredibly alone before they met each other.
Hera separated herself from her remaining family on Ryloth to fight the evils of the galaxy on her own and was kinda intent on keeping it that way. Kanan might have had a handful of superficial relationships, but he always bounced from place to place, keeping his past hidden and focusing solely on his survival. Zeb thought he was the last of his kind after everything his people were put through. Sabine’s family completely turned against her after the horrific things she went through trying to protect her people, leaving her to carry so much pain. And Ezra’s baby self had been entirely on his own for half of his life at that point after his parents got ripped away from him.
They were all set on being alone because it’s what they knew, it’s what they EXPECTED, it’s what kept them safe. They were all so familiar with loss and pain and suffering, and little by little, that changed. They had an opportunity to become a little bit softer, a little more vulnerable, because they had a family again to rely on. They had the chance to care and be cared for again.
This show is just a gentle reminder to me that there’s always going to be a hard world out there, but that there’s a lot of good in it, too. Denying yourself connection makes it a lot harder to see just how much good there is, or how much good you can do with the support of good people. I know it’s not like a main theme or anything, but it’s what I get from this silly little story.
I’m going to bed now. But-
Reach out to someone you care about today~ Interact with your favorite mutuals~ Give someone you love a hug~ Snuggle with your pet(s)~ Just connect with someone and remember to see some good today 💚
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blue-sunflower-bee · 5 months
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Back with some more headcanons about them cause i cant get them out of my head.
Part 1 :
Ness loves to make jokes about their height difference. With everyone else Mike would be hella annoyed...but he just finds Ness incredibly cute when he giggles about his own silly puns.
Mike being the little spoon tho.
Ness is on the ace spectrum and Mike is really supportive and understanding. Sex just isnt important for either of them
But Ness has a thing for kissing Mike's hands, he'll just start pressing gentle kisses against Mike's palm and Mike always freezes when that happens, forgetting what he was about to say
Ness struggles with panic attacks; he learnt to deal with them over the years, but they are still present. The night Mike met him after work and he seemed down was a particularly rough night for Ness since a bad panic attack had hit him after a longer break during work. Because of that, he didnt really register what a customer had said and mixed up her orders. She made a huge scene and yelled at him, how useless he is at his job and sh*t.
Needless to say, Mike was SO ready to throw hands once Ness told him that story.
Same as Abby. They'd both get into fights for him.
Ness being the dorky boyfriend he is LOVES to flirt with Mike when he visits Sparky's, throwing really corny pick up lines at him. Mike answering them deadpan while he's blushing. "Are you an electrician? Because you’re definitely lighting up my day!" "Ness, you know I work as a security guard..."
Ness loves animals. During a surprise date, Mike took him to a petting zoo and was afraid it was a dumb idea, until he saw Ness' face light as soon as he saw all the animals
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coilovesskz · 5 months
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Perfect - LEE KNOW
pairing: idol!minho x fem!reader
word count: 0.9k
warnings: insecure reader, hurt comfort, lots of crying, cursing, pls dont let this make you think things about yourself 🙏🏾
A/N : I actually, love this?!?! Incredibly self indulgent! PS : YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!!! Despite anything anyone says please know you are perfect the way you are, even tho it may not seem like that.
“You could have anyone you want, why would you want to be with me? I’m nothing special..” - Jealousy- eye dress
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You were having a hard time recently. You and your boyfriend had finally gotten the go ahead to make your relationship public from his company. You wanted this, to let everyone know you were his, and you had gotten tons of support from fans, but there was still the hate.
The hate was small at first, a negative comment here and there. You knew this was going to happen, you just weren’t prepared for how much it would actually affect you.
You went from laughing it off, to it making you insecure, to crying. The post about you, the comments about how “ugly” and “fat” you are. The numerous tweets that criticize every single thing you do. It made every last day feel like hell.
Now you were here, reading the comments you swore that you would stop reading as streams of tears ran down your face. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, that it’s not good for you. But you can’t help but feel like you somehow deserved this.
“Y/n, im home!” You heard Minho’s voice say. Fuck. He must have gotten off of work early, he’s not supposed to be home for another hour.
You quickly try to gather yourself as you hear him put down his bag, walking towards the door. You tuck your phone away, before looking for someway to cover your face, but he was already at the door.
“Y/n, how was your d-“ he stops as he takes in your expression. Your eyes were puffy and red, and you just had a genuinely tired look on your face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, trying to find out why you appeared as if you had been crying, and most importantly, why you were trying to hide it from him.
“N-nothing.” You lied, and he knew it. Before you could protest he was already sitting on the bed, pulling you into his arms. Minho looked at you with gentle eyes, silently coaxing you to speak. And like a chain reaction, you started sobbing, hiding your face in his shirt.
He immediately started running his hand up and down your back, making you cry even louder, if that was even possible.
“I- I just-“ you tried to say, but the tears made in sound like pathetic chokes as all the emotions you were trying to keep from him, desperately left you.
“It’s ok, take your time.” He whispers, trying to soothe your crying whilst also allowing you to finish. He knew that you needed to get all of this off of your chest.
After a few minutes, you finally stop crying. You peel your face away from Minho’s now soaked shirt, not that it mattered to him anyways. His soft and glossy eyes met yours, giving you all the freedom to speak up when you were ready.
“I was reading comments about me, and it made me start thinking. I don’t deserve you. You deserve better than me, you could be dating any other person, but you’re dating me. I’m not pretty, I’m not that smart, I’m just everything that you aren’t. You’re beautiful min, you’re so talented and smart. I’m nothing, I’m not special at all.” You choked out, letting everything that was pent up in your mind free.
You reconnected your eyes with his, feeling a little guilty when you saw a fresh tear roll out of Minho’s eyes.
When he didn’t respond, a pit of worry built in your stomach. You thought this was the moment that he was going to admit that everything the comments said were in fact true.
You tried to pull away, but his firm arms kept you in place. You looked away, ashamed to even be in his presence, but he brought up a hand and turned your face towards his.
“How did those thoughts come into that pretty brain of yours, hm? You’re so smart y/n, you’re the smartest person I know. You’re incredibly talented at what you do as well. Don’t even get me started, on how beautiful you are. You’re so fucking beautiful that it makes my head spin. You drive me crazy, you know that? You know how hard it is to keep my composure when you wear that dress of yours, how quick my heart races when you simply look at me, and how you make me feel like I’ve ascended to heaven when you simply flash your gorgeous smile at me. God, you’re so intoxicating. I can’t even imagine how these thoughts appeared in your mind when you’re so perfect.”
You were not sure when you began crying again. You thought he didn’t love you anymore, that he was just keeping you around because he didn’t have the heart to tell you. But his confession was anything but that.
“I love you so much, I love you so much that it scares me sometimes. You mean everything to me ok? Let me love you so much that you never think of anything like that ever again.” He asks gently.
“Okay…” you stammer timidly. The things be said repeating in your mind, coaxing your brain like honey and making anything negative thoughts scatter.
“I’m going to run a bath for us now, ok?” He suggested, and you nodded yes before he walked away, starting the water.
Your eyes watered again, this time not out of pain, but out of love. You no longer had to second guess how much love he had for you, you knew now.
You knew that no matter what you were going through, he would always be there for you. No matter what.
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back to the surface..🌊🫧
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Hey! I absolutely love your writing and was wondering if you could write about Crisis Core Sephiroth banging his darling bdsm style in his completely deranged state?
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Had some struggle with this prompt, but I think I got the right inspiration from recent asks, so enjoy! So, I would say this scenario would be set in an AU where Sephiroth successfully kills everyone after the Nibelheim Incident and establishes his dominance over the planet some time later..
Content Warning: NSFW, blood, period sex. Sister complex/kink. Dubcon.
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His trench coat belts bound your hands, while your body hung in the air, supported by the metal pole from the wall.
"Mother, we shall consummate our marriage in your name!"
He continued rambling, arms wide open, as the chilly air made you shiver.
He freed his throbbing cock from his pants, the sight of precum oozing from his tip made you nervous. It's so much.
"S-Sephiroth?" You said nervously. As soon as those words left your lips, his eyes lit up with a twisted happiness.
"Don't worry," he said sweetly, his velvety voice carrying a dark undertone. "I'll guide you through our first time together, just like I always done for you."
"I'm not worried... It's just that.. I-I'm..." You were too scared to get it out.
His slit eyes scanned your body, searching for any signs of distress. But when he saw a slight trickle of blood going down your inner thigh, his dark, hearty chuckles filled the quiet room.
"There's nothing to be concerned about, sister. We are above foolish human constructs," His angry, hard cock lovingly pressed against your clit, the precum making it twitch.
With a gentle grip on your left hip, his free hand lovingly cradled your cheek, his thumb tracing circles on the skin.
You gave him a hesitant smile. "You'd going to be gentle with-"
With a blood-curdling scream ripping from your throat, you felt his entire length thrusted inside you.
"So, this is what it feels like," His velvety voice trembled, his hand moved from your cheek to your stomach bulge.
He withdrew his cock and shoved it back into your cunt again, increasing his pace.
No matter how much you squirmed and tried to break free from your bounds, Sephiroth's hold on you alone made it an impossible escape as he mercilessly ravaged your cunt.
You cried and yelled for him to be more gentle, but it seemed like your concern fell on deaf ears.
"You're strong, you can handle this," He then broke out in fits of laughter, laced with an eerie glee.
The overpowering scent of your blood, your tightness, and his desire to impregnate you overtook him. It's as if he doesn't recognize you at all.
But as time passed, your pain brought you pleasure. He's right, you're handling it well. The thought of his seed, his legacy, flourishing within you is incredibly thrilling.
His hands dug into your hips, creating a trail of blood as he forcefully yanked your body towards him, effortlessly tearing the restraints from the metal pole that held you.
Your hands were still bound, but you didn't care. Your lovesick eyes met your big brother's dark, loving gaze as you smiled and wrapped your legs around his hourglass waist. Yesh, Sephiroth definitely has an hourglass shape.
"Go faster, Sephy!"
"Heh, good girl~" he murmured, as he jack-hammered your cunt. With every forceful thrust, his thick cock relentlessly kissed your cervix, ripping even more screams of pain and pleasure from you.
With each cheer, you both fueled each other's stamina, extending the breeding session.
As he reached his crescendo, his breath hitched, his pupils dilating as he filled your womb with his aggressive seeds.
You let out a soft mewl, loving the way his spunk blends with your juices and blood.
"Does it feel good~?" He purred, his breath catching.
You nodded while he nuzzled into your neck and withdrew from your now ruined cunt.
"My dynasty begins here..."
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The feral Crisis Cutie 👀
And no, darling isn't his actual sister and is the same age as Zack
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