#thats all. i need dinner soon before i forget
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i loved your recent hc post !!! could i request a nsfw of one piece men when they beg during sex?? need that ASAP !!! thank u >.<
i need this asap too i think
18+ ONLY (minors go away !)
MONSTER TRIO x FEM!READER
a/n: sorry for the wait! had a bit of a hard time figuring out what to put for luffy, but i hope you like what i came up with! thanks anon <3
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“let me make it up to you?”
Luffy:
so we already know he’s talkative
in and out of the bedroom
and he has no problem being vocal
butttt he’s also a man who’s used to getting what he wants
the first time he’s ever felt the need to beg for anything is with you
it would sorta just slip out mindlessly when he was really needy, words reaching your ears before he could even register what he was saying
it feels strange and foreign in his mouth at first
but i feel like it would grow on him pretty quickly
it would make him giddy that doing something as simple as essentially just talking, (one of his many skills), he could make you blush and press your thighs together
so then he’d start doing it more often
“please, please, please, can I feel your mouth”
“need it so bad”
“please let me touch you, i’ve been so patient-”
and then he’d start getting bolder and do it outside of the bedroom too
partly because he loves seeing you get all riled up and flustered
cause he’s a little shit
but also because he just thinks you’re so goddamn hot and literally wants to touch you all the time
you could be helping with chores, or eating dinner, or talking to your crew mates, does not matter
he will persevere and find a way
he has no shame
some events are more subtle and sweet
ex: “can i kiss you? pretty please?”
but some events are harder to miss
he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzle his face into your neck, and whisper his needy pleas into your ear
he’ll tell you everything he’s gonna do to you as soon as he gets you alone, pleading for you to let him drag you away to somewhere more private
his smile is as wide as ever as he watches the way you shiver
it’s still seemingly innocent to any onlookers, but definitely not innocent to either of you
“can we please go now? you look so pretty, and i just wanna be inside you so bad- please can we?”
it definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by the crew when you both bolt out of the room
Zoro:
the closest you’ll get to zoro begging is if ur riding him and he’s pussydrunk honestly
because he doesn’t even realize he’s talking in the heat of it all
he just feels so good, and you look like an angel, and his lips start moving without a thought behind it
“just like that, don’t stop-“
“fuck- harder”
“oh shit, do that again“
and his voice sounds absolutely wrecked
but he still never says please
unless you make him
zoro will do anything to please you, and you know that
so you can use it to your advantage
he wants to touch you? better ask nicely
and he will, begrudgingly, follow through on the request
only for you
let me set the scene alright
the two of you are making up and making out after a petty argument, the adrenaline making you both a little more desperate than usual
his hand inches farther and farther down your body, about to slip past the barrier of your panties
you stop him
“ah ah ah- i’m still a little mad at you.”
it’s all teasing, both of you know that, but it still has the same effect
because zoro would honestly do anything you asked him, even if thats begging for forgiveness
so with a huff, he asks nicely, even though his cheeks are hot and his ears are pink with embarrassment
“i’m sorry baby, really”
“let me make it up to you? show you how sorry i am?”
he’ll whisper into your neck to hide his face
“can i touch you? please-“
and honestly thats more than enough for you to to lose your resolve
but know that he will deny his actions if the situation ever gets brought up again
Sanji:
sanji will beg you for anything at any time
for your attention, kisses, alone time
it’s just in his nature, and he’s not ashamed about it either
he’ll even get on his knees if necessary
and he loves when it’s necessary
on his knees between your legs, hearing you pant and watching your hips twitch makes him lose his mind
he’ll punctuate each word with kisses along your thighs and hips
“please let me taste you, princess”
“just wanna bury myself between your thighs- can i please?”
“let me worship you, ma chérie. need to see your beautiful face when you come undone on my tongue”
his voice always gets whiny, and scratchy, and so desperate for you that it almost seems painful
because he whimpers
and his heart eyes don’t play
so he begs all the time, for a multitude of reasons
but mostly, he knows that begging you almost always gets him exactly what he wants
he’ll beg when he’s been hungry for you all day
“please, my love, please touch me”
“faster, faster, faster-”
he’ll beg when he’s fucking into you so good you can hardly breathe
“one more, okay? i promise, just one more- i’m so close-”
“cum for me, darling. need to feel it, please please please-”
and he’ll definitely beg when you’ve been edging him for what feels like hours
“please can i cum? i’ve been so good, please-”
“don’t stop again, please mon coeur, ill do anything”
he’s absolutely whipped for you to say the least
asks are open!
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The co-host (Alastor x FemReader) IV
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Summary: You are Alastors Co host in life, perhaps more. But are separated by a sudden death. When you are finally reunited in the under world, it is up to Alastor to figure out why you don’t remember him.
@cannibalcoyote @kahlan170 @sugxryratz
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Red hand marks were imprinted on y/n's face from leaning on them all night, body folded up on the lounge chair she must have passed out on last night. Was it all just a bad dream? she wondered. Throughout the night, her fire had died and left embers, muddy footprints sat in front of the metal gate shielding her from them. Confirming that last night, in fact, was not a bad dream. Letters had made a pile in her hallway, falling in from her letter box. Satans "W" stamp in the corner of each one. Today was going to be fun.
"Fill me in on every sacrifice, mister" Y/N said to the fishy sinner below her, rushing to her office all the while struggling to finish tying her red bow around their neck.
"We have had very few that are worth while this morning. A Mister Valentino performed a seance an hour ago, wanting money" He adjusted his monocle, trying to read the tiny writing on the paper slipping from fin to fin. "He seems to be a big drug lord, i think humans refer to them as "pimps" these days".
"Interesting, and very easy. Lets start with that for today" Y/n grabs the file, slamming the door of her office into her assistants face.
"Again...?" He mumbles under his breath, nose slamming into the hard frame.
After a second of scanning the file, y/n nodded to herself. Now sitting in her spinny chair at her desk. "Okay, first one of the day. Lets get those numbers up for you Boss" She mumbled, tying her hair into a bun to organize herself for business. Purple mist surrounded her, filtering through the furniture and pouring outside the room like a floor filling her office. Mere seconds passed, before her body melted into it and became an atom in the air. Vents in her space inhaled the air, making a vile sucking sound like it had taken a hit of a cigarette. She was gone.
In another world, another country, with blue skies and a full moon. She appeared in another office, similar to hers. Only there was natural light filled to the brim, and a rather ugly satanic star under her. How tacky, she thought. "You know, valentino, you don't need all these props to summon me" Her voice came across rather menacing to the tall man sat at his desk.
"Satan?!" He half yelled, almost forgetting he basically called her into his office. His accent taking her a little by surprise.
"Of sorts, i supposed. Don't act so surprised."
"i... i didn't think it would actually work" His gold tooth shined through his smile that had creeped onto his face.
"uh huh, uh huh. You wanted money? Am i correct?" She sounded bored, they were bored. It was the same shit every time.
"Yes... oh! And a bigger name for myself!" He added
"That all?" he nodded hastily in response to her question. "I assume you know what i need in return?" Again, he nodded to the question, hand already stretched out to receive hers. As soon at they connected, he felt a rush of adrenaline surge through his body, as if the life was being sucked away from him. When his eyes flung open, he only just caught a glimpse of the purple aura she faded into. Back in hell again. Not even 10 minutes later.
"Thats a start i suppose" She mumbled, back at her desk again. The rest of her day consisted of hundreds of souls being taken from greedy humans. Some of them really freaked y/n out. They weren't all money or power hungry. Some just wanted help to hide a body. Which is a lot worse than you think.
On the other side of hell, sat the radio demon in his tower. Broadcasting another voice for sinners to hear in their nightmares later that night. His dinner distracting him from thoughts that had been eating at him. Why doesn't she remember him? Didn't she ever care? He didn't look vastly different than he did when he was alive... other than the red hair, and antlers, and red eyes, and hooves.... and deer ears. But other than that, he was the same.
"Stop it! Al!" Y/n hit him playfully as he kissed her cheek. "We are live any second!" She stifled a giggle as the ticker counted down. He smiles at her warm expressions, struggling to look away. They had a 'thing' for a while. Never really giving it a label. They wanted to, but there was so much going on they never had the time to prioritize a relationship. Oh how he regrets it now.
The broadcast aired, mainly giving updates on the weather and the uprising war in Europe. Trying their best to offer some comedic relief to the distressed citizens, and telling them "Not to worry! Things get worse before they get better folks, look at me!" Alastor bellowed down the line, chuckles following behind him. The broadcasts always ended with a small, catchy jingle to sign them off.
"You think things will get better soon?" Y/n questioned as the red light indicated they are done for the day. A moment of silent speaks for Alastor's thoughts, waiting for the right words to pop into his head. "The depression can't last forever, dear. Besides, as long as we are with the right people, nothing can go wrong" His hand ended up holding hers without a second thought, a soft expression washing over his face whilst their eyes connected in a shared feeling. "Thank you" She says.
She cared. She really did. Something must have happened to her down here. He refused to believe nothing could be done. Perhaps he just needed to make her fall in love all over again.
"Good afternoon, sacrificial demon" He appeared from the floor next to her, resulting in her body jolting back and almost having an outer body experience.
"Don't call me that" A scowl was thrown at him, clutching at her coat harder as the temperature for the day started its nightly decline. "What do you want now? Didn't already find someone for lunch?" She began walking again.
"Actually, i had quite a pleasant lunch" He responded cheerfully, she knows. She heard the broadcast. "No, I'm here to make amends"
She stops in front of him in the middle of the almost deserted street. Sinners giving them space when the sight of them makes their knees want to give out. "What is your game?" she throws an accusing finger at him. "You are either playing a long game with your future prey, or you have another goal in mind. So what is it? I'm sick of playing guess who with you. What do you want with me?" Her voice escalates to frustration.
"To get to know you, dear"
"What makes me any different from the other overlords you've made your midnight snack? Hm?" She cuts him off, her face getting closer to his in attempts to read him. The usual smile not daring to flinch from its position made it hard to. His static fell silent for a millisecond before his sharp teeth moved to speak. "You remind me of someone I used to care for" A softer voice scared her, almost genuine she felt. A uncanny sense of familiarity washed over her like a kiss wakening her from imminent slumber. "If i wanted to kill you i-"
"Already would have. I know, I know." She cuts him off again, looking at the floor in thought. "How do i know i can trust you enough to allow myself not to kill you?" Her eyes find his and his heart hits the floor.
"I suppose you don't know. But it doesn't seem like you have much to lose" She did have a lot to lose, but she couldn't care less about the empire she had been forced to take. A second was taken to think this through. It would be nice to have another friend. Or another purpose other than sinful business.
"Do you like tea?" She began walking again, not waiting long for him to jog a little to catch up with her walking speed.
"Actually, i like coffee. No milk or sugar"
"Hail lucifer, you really are a sociopath aren't you?" Their voices faded down the the streets, his chuckle echoing behind them. Maybe he did have a chance.
#alastor fluff#hazbin hotel alastor x reader#hazbin x y/n#hazbin x reader#hazbin hotel fanfiction#Hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#hazbin charlie#hazbin angel dust
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Steve who goes to Max's house one day because she took his bat or something and told him to just sneak in using the spare key because Neil's taking 'them all' to dinner and get it back. Who's surprised to see to Camaro still on the driveway, but then remembers what Max said and breathes out because, obviously, they just went in Neil Hargrove's truck. No sense in taking two vehicles when one has enough space for all four of you, right?
Steve who thinks he hears something when he strides past the Camaro, stops, listens, but its quiet. So he shrugs, goes on ahead into the house. Max told him it was the second door on the left so in he goes, does his best to get-it-get-out because rummaging through a girl's room is not his ideal way to spend a Saturday afternoon, and he's creeping back towards the front door when the Camaro rocks on its wheels a little.
And, naturally, Steve's first thought flits to something Upside Down-y. He can't help it. The slightest flicker of lights or bad smell or too-dark shade of red makes him think of that place, and his second is to chastise himself because its broad fucking daylight, the Gates are gone, and its probably some neighborhood mutt or raccoon or something. Or a trick of his brain. Its been doing that a lot lately.
Except he pulls the door shut a bit too loudly and the Camaro wiggles again, the tiniest, most muffled noise coming from somewhere. And Steve looks around it. Under it. Behind it. Bangs his palm on the side-rear end in case some wild animal somehow got inside (and honestly he wishes he could be a fly on the wall when Billy comes home to discover some rabid raccoon took a dump in his precious car or something) and.
The noise is coming from the trunk...
i am going to yell!!!!!
and billys inside hearing footsteps and shuffling outside and assumes its neil and hes learned not to kick and scream and cry to be let out cuz it just makes his time in there last longer, but he still cant help the panicking so he's whimpering, trying to muffle any sound trying to escape his mouth. and his breathings going crazy and in this tight space its making the car move every time billy flinches.
so thats all steve hears. and of course he thinks its an animal (though his mind does start to wander but surely billy nots that psychotic. to keep a person in his trunk???) but the thoughts already planted itself in his head and he cant just leave a whole person in a trunk because what the fuck??? so he runs back in the house to find something to pick the lock with and billy is the absolute last person he expected to find in there. let alone a shaking crying panting billy who doesnt even look like he knows where he is let along whos in front of him hes so far gone.
and steve immediately just kind of forgets any beef they have and focuses instead on getting billy out (which takes some effort. he doesnt know how long billys been in there but its been enough time that his limbs have kind of cramped up on him and he needs steves help to move)
once billy calms down enough steve manages to get out of him that neil put him there and he makes the executive decision that billys not gonna be in that house when neil gets home. he doesnt know what to do with billy but he just knows to get him in steves car and they start driving. and before steve knows it theyre at joyces place, because shes the most responsible adult he knows apparently and some higher power or force or whatever just knew thats where to go.
and of course billy gets pissed when steve goes running his mouth, and joyce gets hopper involved (maybe he was already there) and billy makes a big fuss about how he doesnt want anything done to neil he doesnt want to make this a big deal, he'll be 18 soon enough and be able to fend for himself etc etc but joyce is putting her foot down like you are NOT going back to that man i'll kill him myself if i must...and billy believes her. she's small but mighty
maybe he stays with joyce. maybe he goes with hopper. maybe steve offers up his house cuz theres spare bedrooms that joyce and hopper dont have.
maybe neil tries confronting billy or joyce or hopper one day to get him back into the house but joyce is like "try anything i swear to god i will end your life"
and thats how billy gets adopted by better parents and also ends up with a boyfriend down the line the end!
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Letting go
Fem reader x Abby Anderson
AU- Your farm was frequented by Abigail Anderson far too often but you weren’t complaining. One month Abby disappeared and didnt come back until months later.
^not proof read lets get that out of the pic real quick^ Enjoy another Abby AU because i am on a kick rn^
4 days a week for 6 months. Thats how often she came around. At first you weren’t sure about the dirty blonde who wondered around your farm playing with the animals. But as she came around more and you started to speak to the mystery girl your mind was changed. You would soon eagerly await Abigail Andersons arrival to your farm. And before you knew it Abby was sitting at your table for dinner 4 days a week.
On the day that marked seven months of Abby stumbling upon your farm, you cooked a nice dinner for Abby. you even put on a nice clean outfit. You had planned to speak your true feelings to Abby. To allow her to shatter your heart.
But she never showed. And she wouldn’t show up again until 3 month’s later.
You didn’t see Abby much in person anymore, so you drew her not wanting to forget her face. When Abby had returned back to the community, to the farm. She was different. You didnt bother to push, you had heard the rumors floating around. So you let Abby be. You let yourself live how you had before you met her.
It was a quiet night, the wind whispered sweet secrets to the trees, the sheep’s bleated softly at each-other, and the crickets sung their songs into the crisp night air. You sat quietly on the swing bench Abby had helped you build. These days sleep was one of the hardest things, your mind always wandered into the deep woods of your brain. Often you found yourself listening to the sounds of the farm as you laid on the bench.
You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep or what had awoken you from that sleep. You sat up quickly catching a glimpse of a figure in the moonlight. Your feet were on the damp wood before you could even process what was happening.
“Abigail?” You whispered for no reason other then the belief that you were dreaming.
“sorry to turn up this late.”
You could hear a shake in the strong bold voice of Abby. You rushed over to her and wrapped your arms tightly around her cold wet shoulders. She placed her hand gently on her lower back.
“You’re wet!” you noted while whipping the screen door open.
“it rained. you sleeping outside?” Abby asked as you pushed your house door open.
“oh no. just uhm watching the stars and fell asleep.”
You werent sure why you lied to Abby, you truly has no reason to. All you could do was focus on how Abby seemed off and how she was here. finally here.
“take a seat.” you pointed at your bed while shuffling through your closet.
You could hear Abby untying her shoelaces. You just stared at the closet looking for a shirt for Abby. You had so many questions but you were scared. scared that she would disappear again.
“Hows the farm?” Abbys voice was quiet. She wasnt her usual bubbly, bold girl you knew.
“Good.” You tossed a red shirt at Abby.
“Is this mine.” her voice said it was a joke but her face said she was faking it. There was no goofy upturned smile on her freckled face.
“yeah. you uh know where everything else is. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
You looked somberly at Abby, really trying to pick apart every feature. Every freckle, scar, and bruise. You needed to capture her face, your heart longed for you to never take your eyes off of her. scared that if you did take your eyes off of her, she would be gone again. her face slowly become a mist, her slowly becoming a ghost. But you had to look away, you had to.
You turned quickly and slammed the bedroom door, maybe a tad too hard. Every single step, breath, and look you took replayed over and over again in your head. was it you? had you scared her away? As your thoughts consumed every being you lost sight of what was real.
“I was looking for ya.”
Abbys voice was soft. You knew she had to be standing in the doorway because you hadn’t heard the soft sound of the air pushing the door into its rusted stop.
“Yeah sorry. just needed a breath of fresh air.”
It seemed as if the farm knew how important this was. The sheep, the wind, and the crickets had fell eerily silent. Abbys breathing was soft, you wondered if she could hear the hitch in your breathing. The door finally clicked into its place and the wood creaked as Abby’s footsteps made their way towards you.
“You’ve been okay?” She asked while the bench creaked from the weight of her sitting down.
You glanced over at Abby. The soft yellow light from the porch light illuminated Abby’s face and all you could do was stare. Stare because you were afraid. She reached for you but you fell back against your side of the bench.
“I know you didn’t come to the farm at this time to make small talk Abs. Why are you here? How long do I have to do this with you? are you going to leave again?”
You weren’t sure why but you had suddenly worked up the courage to word vomit every anxiety you had. You watched Abby’s fingers lace around the blanket you had left out. You eyes traveled along her arms taking in all the new scars and cuts.
“I know the locals have talked.”
“so what? those are rumors Abby. i want to hear it from you.”
Abby let out a deep sigh, her eyes locked with yours. For a moment you thought you could see Abby letting her guard down. The stone washed away and her face had emotion on it. But she pulled away just like she always did.
“No, you’re right. I- uh don’t know why I came here.”
She pressed her arm’s against her legs to push herself up. You quickly grabbed Abbys left arm into both of your poorly manicured hands.
“No! God Abigail. I-I don’t know what happened to you these past three months, I don’t know where you went or what you did. I do know that you’re in pain, and uh you think you have to live this life in this pain but you dont have to. Let whatever happened out there go. Tell me whag happened. i cant-“ you paused to read Abby’s facial expressions, soft, beautiful. “I cant lose you again.”
Abby loosened, every muscle relaxed against you. She took your hand in hers, you let your arm find its way around her back. With her free arm she placed the blanket over the both of your laps. Her breath tickled the hair on your neck but she didn’t mind.
“I love you.”
Your words seemed to be spoken into the night air. The trees rattled their leaves and the farmhouse creaked. You could feel Abby’s hair against your shoulder as she say up to face you.
“Thank god.” She mumbled while leaning towards you.
Her lips were soft, they were everything you had dreamed of. When she rested her forehead against yours you let out a deep laugh.
“Thank god?” you laughed while Abby smiled back at you. You hadnt seen her beautiful smile in so long.
“What,” she laughed out.
“Thank god” you mocked her.
Your laughs and voices echoed into the early morning air. The farm didn’t feel as lonely anymore. You knew things weren’t perfect but she was here. You both were here at the farmhouse willing to work it out. Abby willing to let go of the life she had created in the hurt she had become so accustomed to.
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Wanna know how socially awkward I am?
I went to Chipotle yesterday to get dinner
Walked up to the door saw a sign that said no queso. Then that was crossed out and written in was cheese
I go theres literally no way they're out of shredded cheese
So I go inside and walk up to the dude
I notice about 10 steps from the counter theres literally no god damn cheese
So instead of being a normal person and being like ah sorry i really need that cheesy goodness, then walking out
I go to the counter and act like im browsing my choices
He asks what i want, and as soon as he goes to grab the tortilla i say oh wait before you start i think i forgot my wallet.............
Bro
I go to my car...... and i leave.
Thats what i should have done... no
I pretend I'm looking for my wallet .....
I walk all the way back inside and say im sorry i did forget my wallet, im sorry. have a good night!! And walked out. Bro my wallet was in my pocket and probably bulging out of my jeans(because I'm so rich)
Why
Why couldn't I have just been like you know i changed my mind. Why didn't i just turn the fuck around when i saw no cheese? Why did my brain tell me to put on a show? They really think im an irresponsible ass broke ass mf instead of a silly cheese enthusiast
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PERSONAL PRACTISE
This is a story I'm extremely happy about, featuring Ka'am and Recom Quaritch. __________
The whole group from Quaritch was chatting along as they'd all had gotten rather confident now that they had gotten their ikrans. Ka'am, who sat at the side at a window, sitting on the edge sideways, listened, sometimes rolled his eyes at how most were overly confident while he watched whatever happened outside. It wasnt just owning the ikran, they needed experience, but all those knuckleheads full of their testosterone saw this as a victory already. Ka'am on accident left a rather loud snort nor laugh as soon as he heard Lyle say he definitely could beat a few.. Making most of the group turn to Ka'am. "What was that Native?" he just asked with a rather unpleasant tone, making Ka'am turn to him as he stood up. "You all seem so very contident of yourself, but are forgetting the most important part. you'll need a lot more than just an ikran. Its called experience. You're underestimating na'vi" The man said, seeing Lyle stood up as he approached Ka'am whose tail was getting more active. "Is that so?" "A na'vi would just shoot you right out of the air with an ego as big as a direhorse's ass" Ka'am said quite out of the blue as Lyle wanted to pick a fight again. "who got so confident all the sudden" Of who are we speaking" "You son of a bitch-"
"THATS enough" Quaritch came inbetween.. Seeing the two escalated again.. Warning both as Ka'am's ears were flat, glaring but kept his head high.. "So what are you saying Ka'am" Quaritch said a bit threatening, to clear the room from any inconveniences. "if you want something really challenging and actually useful, and train you to know how to fly low and high, instead of just these few minutes you just got your ikran.. I know a way. but this.. is .. far worse than an avatar going after you. You'll need to be prepared for any attack below or above.. And I know a way to do so." Ka'am said. "This will be a personal approach, you dont see any avatar try this method to get you skilled in just under a day" Ka'am said very strict and with a soft smirk in the end, being in his element now. "Personal approach huh.. Well so far you seemed to want to have some beef with all of us, so why should we trust you with this?" Lyle said, for Quaritch would push against his chest to back off. "What kind of an approach are you implying" Quaritch said serious as ever, making Ka'am look him right in the eye. "you'll need to feel danger, see it approach before it happens. Whether thats an animal or na'vi trying to kill you" The man said, making quaritch narrow his eyes "how" "well it would be easy if i'd tell you? Pandora is unpredictable.. You'll never get a heads up, unless you learn it the hard way" Ka'am said.. "so whats your deal kid. how do we go about this" Quaritch said, for lyle wanted to get inbetween. "Colonel-" As Quaritch just shushed him by making a specific hand movement. "We'll start in the middle of pandora. tomorrow right in the afternoon. I'll leave earlier so I can prepare my part. We'll go until eclipse and after, if you all stay standing. Even natives rather back off from this, do dont expect your cockyness to get you far" Ka'am said, looking at Lyle for Quaritch tilted his head in a 'dont go too far Native.'
"real clever are we now..?" Lyle said as he kept wanting to create beef.. But as Ka'am didnt go into it.. like Quaritch warned him not to.. He raised his head in his own ways. "alright native. We'll go. We'll meet you in the forest-" "woah woah woah?! .. Colonel. He thinks he can just outrun us that fast... Where did your tracker even go hotshot" Lyle said as he pushed against Ka'am shoulder firmly as he approached and got inbetween the man and Quaritch. "How can we tell he wont escape us-" "Lyle." the man said threatening. "If he is stupid enough to decide to escape us.. We'll just go after him like christmas dinner, but he already knows that" Quaritch said, yet looking different at Ka'am than what he just said with his words. They made an agreeance not to long ago.. and this was a good moment to prove himself.. And therefor, Quaritch gave him space to start and trust him. see if he meant it, if he could rely on him now.
"So.. Do we gave a deal" Quaritch asked for confirmation, making Ka'am nod. "I suggest everyone to be in pandora on time in the afternoon" Quaritch said as a warning to everyone else, making Ka'am feel actually appreciated without Quaritch realizing.. Hearing the man's dangerous voice was something he appreciated.. Soon after that, all men and women went their ways, for Ka'am left to his own room.. As Quaritch was looking through some data, lyle approached him slowly. "Are you cooled off now Wainfleet" The man said dangerous, making Lyle frown. "you really feel confident about this colonel." Lyle said, a bit with disgust, but respect towards Quaritch. "Like.. What if he decides to lure us in a trap or such, or gets out of our reach. Despite I hate his guts, Pandora technically is his ground, that I cant deny, we all cant. He knows everything" "Well if he does, and he means his words, that means we'll get a far bigger insight than our friend spider does. Perhaps more than an usual na'vi can teach" Quaritch said serious, looking towards Lyle now. "But thats to be decided tomorrow." Quaritch said, looking outside of a near window to see the dark of pandora come in. "i'd suggest you get ready for whatever we may encounter tomorrow" the man said serious, seeing Lyle just nodded before leaving..
Quaritch just watched the night some more before he'd head out to his own room. letting his mind wander, focused but at times, small thoughts would pass of possibilities and more.. He was curious to how it would go tomorrow, what kind of outcome there'd be.
As the morning soon arrived, Ka'am was early out and about, having made a specific meeting point before he left a bit before the afternoon as mentioned before. The second he did, Quaritch did watch him leave on his own ikran.. Wandering what there was to be discovered by them in less than a few hours.
For the whole group of Quaritch arrived on the designated spot, the silence was quite strong. it was an open area in the middle of a thick grown forest, plenty of trees and rather more harsh ground to fly through in the first place. Everyone had gotten off their ikran's, telling them to stay near before they stood on 'standby' by holding their weaponry just in case any animal decided to attack them.. As quite some time passed, Some of the group started to doubt it all.. "I feel like he ditched us boss. You might've been wrong on this one" Zdog said, for he heard several agree.. But right as he wanted to say something back, they heard big thuds.. slowly coming closer.. "Shit.." Lyle whispered for they all stood ready to shoot, as within seconds of the thuds coming closer, a huge Thanator approached out of the bushes, screaming at them for the group was about to shoot.. But Quaritch noticed one small detail. "HOLD FIRE" he said as he noticed.. Ka'am, sit on the thing. He laughed a little, before letting the Thanator growl some more out of disgust towards the friends of quaritch.. "You should've seen your faces" the man said rather confident, in his element again for he was out here in the woods, with his favorite companion to ride. "not so tough are we now" he said, eventually letting the thanator kneel down so the man could get off easily. "the most fearsome predator in all pandora. Sounds like a good test for you guys dont you think" The man said, smirking softly before he'd approach the group. the thanator in the meantime circled them a bit, seeing some were a bit uncomfortable "i didnt know these were ridden by na'vi" Quaritch said for Ka'am replied. "they dont. Too dangerous. I just didnt click so much with the ikrans like most do. This lady gave me a greeting card as well when I tried" the man said honest, for Quaritch knew why he had the scar and chunk of ear out now..
"So whats your actual plan.." Quaritch asked strong, making Ka'am get straight to the point. "As you guys will have to call your ikran back that seemed to have flown off from the thanator.. You all need to get to the other side of this forest, one by one.. Which should take about 5 minutes each" Ka'am said, for Lyle glared "So whats so difficult about that." he said, making Ka'am turn to him. "Well the trick is, not to be caught by me, or well.. Her" Ka'am said as the thanator decided to get heard again by growling furiously at the group. "What!? Are you actually insane" "Thanators can crawl up on trees.. Run on the ground with a speed unlike anything else, they can swim, see it as an overal test against any danger you can come across with. If you can get through those 5 minutes without getting caught.. you should be able to sense and avoid danger which is why you're here" Ka'am explained, meaning real business. "It should give you the experience you'll need. Outsmart a thanator, you'll be able to outsmart any living creature, na'vi included" the man said, crossing his arms, awaiting who would finally start. "Unless.. You guys dont dare to do this." Ka'am said with a tricky smile and look. "Where do we start" Quaritch said powerful, confident on himself despite he knew this was definitely a tricky situation, but he started to see the potential of Ka'am now that he was allowed to get some freedom, wanting to see where this would lead.
"Alright Zdawg, was it? Feel free to start flying" Ka'am said for the lady rolled her eyes and popped her gum.. Before flying off.. Ka'am slowly got onto his Thanator, giving just a few seconds before with major speed the huge animal dissapeared into the woods.. For a minute she managed to dodge his attacks, but after the second, the thanator had jumped up from the ground, grabbing the ikran and pulling it firmly back on the ground. Ka'am made sure no one would get hurt, Ikran included, being very focused.. "You should've kept an eye below yourself.." he said to her, making her groan for she stood up after a big fall, trying several times as others followed, wanting to see if they could do it. But each time, Ka'am had a different approach, making this a real challenge like he explained.. You never know what someone's hit could be.
As the 5 started, Quaritch watched as he took his ikran to watch from above in the air, seeing the precision and speed of Ka'am with the thanator, narrowing his eyes as this definitely was a major learning curve. It was anything unlike he had experienced even in the marine. Ka'am was right on what he said, this was a real experience.. He didnt escape from them either. He meant his words. Something Quaritch would remember. To realize the man risked his own life, with betrayal to his own kind, to train the RDA.. the enemy of the na'vi. To be loyal towards him, with the respect he started to give.
He wanted to nail this, it even seemed fun in Quaritch' eyes in his own.. Dominant way. So far, all of his teammates seemed to not have gotten through the first 5 minutes.. making Quaritch eventually land on position. "I like to go now." The man said dominant and powerful, making Ka'am smirk once. "Very well.. You know the drill colonel. Dont get caught" the man said, for Quaritch actually smirked back. "I'd like to see you try" the man said for he started flying with his ikran, giving the man a few seconds before Ka'am started running with the thanator. Within a minute he was caught up, starting to tackle the colonel, first trying from below, but the man was alert enough to notice, and dodged the attempt.. 'oh this is gonna be fun' Ka'am smirked as he started to put more effort into it, seeing the Colonel certainly lived up to his name. The attempts became more complex, from approaching from above, till below, at the sides, throwing any parts of the woods, The colonel managed to avoid them all, having them end up with a crazy speed equally.. The colonel flew low, dodging every tree as he was as precise as one could think off, flying so steady, smirking as the thanator was right next to him, running with such speed to be right next to him, for Ka'am looked at the colonel with a smirk.. As this was just incredibly fun, even for him, he felt equally accepted. "Getting tired? Are you even trying Ka'am" the man said mockingly but said his name correct again, with a more feel behind it.. There it was again, the respect.. Making Ka'am narrow his eyes in a tricky way with a fun aftertaste, for it would be rememberd. Their energy seemed to flow in harmony together. "You wish. You're still some meters away from our end point colonel, dont get too confident" the man said, trying new tricks that had almost gotten the colonel, making a little impression towards the colonel, but right before he could make the final move that Ka'am was planning, the colonel did in fact manage to cross the finish line.
Out of bragging, Quaritch did let the whole woods know that he won, and rightfully so, Ka'am thought.. Breathing strong as this man proved himself to learn and adapt fast.. "Well done.." He whispered, to his Thanator, softly going over its neck.. Watching the man fly in more advanced ways now too.. But that sentence might've been meant to another too. Soon after that, his team was more confident to try again.. But the colonel was untouched by the thanator, unlike the rest.
The training went on for a few hours. Quaritch realized the man put alot of damn energy and complexity along being advanced in the way he knew how to go around the forest with a massive beast like that Thanator. He could tell this man had experience, possibly more than most na'vi he came across with. Remembering it all as he watched it all infront of him.
At last, everyone returned back to their stations, despite it was a good day, Ka'am was knocked out. Thanators can handle a lot.. But she too had her limits, and they both felt it. Everyone was pretty much knocked out, but the colonel seemed to have a magical way to charge himself energy. For him it was like as if he had been untouched, yet he was the most precise of the group.
Ka'am was planning to slowly head back to his room, but as he grabbed a drink from one of the stationairys, Quaritch who so happened to come into the same area, made a gesture to make the man come to him. "That was quite the training you had planned." Quaritch said serious, tilting his head a bit as he saw the man was exhausted, for a reason. "says the man who managed to get through in one try. You almosy made it seem like it was peanuts" "But it wasnt. It would've even been the perfect way to get rid of us all too.. With a killer beast like that. Yet you didnt" Quaritch said for Ka'am looked at the man more serious. "I know some of you doubted me.. Still do perhaps. But I stand for what I say" Ka'am said more serious. "I keep my word." The man said for Quaritch noticed the loyalty getting stronger and stronger, and it did not in fact, break. "Mm.." he said before following up. "how did you learn that" Quaritch asked. "Learn what." "The thanator" "I didnt. I just taught it myself." Ka'am said as he noticed a slight curiosity, so he continued his story. "For centuries, na'vi say to always avoid the animal, its the most fearsome predator for a reason. It will always try to kill you." "But an Ikran wasnt enough for you" Quaritch said to him, trickily. "I just wanted something else. I just needed to figure how to control her. It wasnt an animal that would listen right after you'd tame her, also something else that I had to figure out. She still tries to bite my head if she gets the chance despite the animals take one rider per lifetime. Its a love and hate relationship" Ka'am explained, seeing Quaritch hear honesty in his story, but it wasnt the full story. "So why did you really go for that animal" Quaritch said, seeing Ka'am start to look at the man in a less inviting way.. Vulnerability was slowly coming forward, Quaritch just knew how to talk. Quaritch knew how to interfere.. But started to feel a mutual respect, so for once, he didnt go further.. "Its late mm.. You must be tired. You're dismissed" the man said as he gave the man his space, making Ka'am watch the colonel walk out of the surroundings before he'd go back to his own room to get some rest.. But to notice the man didnt push for answers like he did previously, would be rememberd by the native..
As Ka'am had gotten in his bed. he opened his roof window, looking up as he rememberd the few minutes, that he was riding along Quaritch' in their challenge.. For a second, Ka'am forgot the man used to be an enemy to the na'vi.. it didnt feel like the man that commanded him around. It was the most fun the man had in a long time.. The energy was so strong, so in sync, for he eventually just shook his head and laid on his side. He must be too tired to even think of things like that; nor see them that way.. Before he knew he was knocked out... for the colonel was watching the dark again, letting thoughts wander in his own head in his own way.
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Match Made in Hell by somnus_in_law
A Bungou Stray Dogs fanfiction
Summary
For the Dynamic Prompt of Sherlock and Watson, brought to you for the BSD Valentines Chronicles Event:
Fukuzawa Yukichi and Edogawa Ranpo, two men who are more similar than you think.
Relationships
Fukuzawa Yukichi & Edogawa Ranpo
Minor Edogawa Ranpo & Edgar Allan Poe
Minor Fukuzawa Yukichi & Edgar Allan Poe
Content Summary
Pre-Canon
Suicide
its part of a case. semi-graphic description
Autistic Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Autistic Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Post-Canon
if you've read the early works of sherlock holmes you know these two are the absolute worst and thats why they're perfect for each other
Canon-Typical Violence
Collection
BSD Valentines Chronicles
Author's Note
the first few content summaries come into play early.
the biggest warning is their general disregard for human life outside of each other. explicit(ish).
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Yukichi and the boy have only been partnering up for what will soon be three months. Three months since that cold day in January. Three months since they bore witnessed to an orchestrated death, one so grand that its witnesses dare not repeat it. Three months since this wretch of a boy wormed his way into the man's previously hollow heart.
(He tries to forget the sting of his palm, the broken cries of a child, the tears that flowed down flushed cheeks still round with baby fat, the tears seeping into his clothes.
He tries to forget the man he used to be, and become the man he needs to be.)
Three months and the urge to throw the boy to the sharks and beasts of Yokohama's Port has subsided a fraction of an amount. Each day that passes wears that part of him down, the part that would rationalize that taking in a child, a boy who has lost so much and gained so little, would not end well.
Who had ever heard of an assassin receiving a happy ending? No, the stories of men such as him ended one way only: tragedy.
Although, Yukichi thinks, thoroughly exasperated, it wouldn't be his own spotty past that lead to his demise. No, if Fukuzawa Yukichi were to die tomorrow it would be because of Edogawa Ranpo and his inability to stop mouthing off at anyone or anything with half a brain.
(They're lucky in that the Military Police will pay double, if not triple their fee for Yukichi to accompany the young genius.
Ranpo was exceptionally good at his job, outsmarting what would be considered some of the best detectives in Yokohama.
It was why their clients were willing to break the bank and endure the horrendous company the boy brought just to have their problems solved in a timely manner.)
It's barely passed noon and Ranpo is being held at gun point, his mouth opening and closing at a hundred miles an hour, lobbing insults and critics at the man currently holding his life in his shaky, most likely agitated hands.
Yukichi wonders if the man feels that he himself is in fact being held hostage, if he feels that he has no way to escape the infuriating being that was Edogawa Ranpo- he could sympathize, he feels trapped in the exact same way when Ranpo begins his yapping about how "everyone we meet is dumber than the rocks we walk on" and "I don't get why I can't have a snack before bed, Director, you're so unfair!" at the dinner table.
But he also knows that if Ranpo does not get the constant running commentary out now then it will be Yukichi who has to endure such torture once the situation has resolved itself.
In conclusion, Yukichi is leaving a criminal to deal with his own personal hell, see if that convinces the man to change his ways lest he have Ranpo thrown at him again.
..It would be fine. Ranpo was overly confident in his abilities as a detective and that Yukichi, no matter the circumstance, would not allow harm to fall upon him, of which was another fault created by his own foolish hands. He tried to fix it, to knock some literal sense into the boy, but all it garnered him was a heavy feeling in his chest and the world's wettest eyes pleading with him.
Really, Yukichi had tried everything.
A loud bang ringing out draws him from his thoughts, blood splattering on the tiled floor, narrowly missing staining Ranpo's coat as the boy ducks out from his captor's hold and barrels straight into Yukichi's side, half hidden in the bulk of his haori.
That.. was probably not good.
"Aw gross.. Do you think they'll still pay us, Director?"
I hope so, Yukichi thinks bitterly, if not, I'll come back and kick that man's corpse.
It was one thing to hold Ranpo hostage, and it was another to leave them without pay- Ranpo would be insufferable and their clients, returning or otherwise, would hear about it and think it fine to cut their check.
..Maybe if he threw Ranpo at their client, they would still get their pay. Possibly even a tip, with the words "anything to get that thing out of here!" at their backs.
It was a good plan- a solid plan even.
..Surely this one wouldn't off themselves to escape..
Right..?
They got paid the correct amount with very little fuss, from the client at least. The woman had seemed to almost jump with joy at the news of the man's untimely demise, "if I ever need someone taken care of, I'll be sure to contact you again!"
It felt like he was back in his assassin days- good at taking life, relishing in it, but being rather horrendous at the communicative aspect of such a job.
The police had been less appreciative, badgering them for a report, and one nearly cuffed them on the spot- Ranpo's big mouth saving them this time. It was hard to cuff someone with a boy half your age spilling what you thought were well guarded secrets, its a wonder that they made it off the scene relatively unscathed.
"Hey Director, let's go eat! I'm starving!!," the boy tugged at his sleeves, having wiggled under Yukichi's haori and refusing to unlatch himself from the older man's waist. Perhaps it was a testament to how relentless Ranpo could be as a human-shaped nuisance that Yukichi barely blinked or faltered in his steps when it happened, it had become comfortable to walk with an extra weight attached to his hip.
..He couldn't remember a time that Ranpo hadn't been a leech in his side.
Yukichi hums but takes a left instead of the right that leads to their apartment. It's a small thing meant to house one person, and despite his insistence that a bigger place would be more beneficial, Ranpo refuses to go apartment looking with him.
refusing is putting it lightly. Ranpo throws a fit, snot and all that devolves into blubbering about how looking into a new place means "the Director doesn't want me anymore!!"
So Yukichi has resigned himself to sharing a room with the boy, cooking meals in a tiny kitchen and being herded into watching whatever network show has caught the boy's attention.
Its a good life, all things considered. Simple in a way he's never experienced, and in a way that Ranpo clearly needs.
“I want red bean soup!,” Ranpo exclaims, poorly attempting to hurry Yukichi along with his thin arms.
The mochi, Yukichi thinks regrettably, will go to waste. Yukichi would eat it, you see, if he were to order something that complimented said mochi, but he won't. No, in the same way that Ranpo refuses to eat non-sweets, Yukichi refuses to budge on his meals.
If he wants pepper steak, he would have pepper steak.
Yukichi hums again, this one slightly deeper and accusatory.
Ranpo huffs, tightening his hold on the man's arm. The boy's attempt at an attack, a futile and useless one considering his background.
(He knows that Ranpo is capable of more, made sure to teach the boy the basics of self defense, as painful of a process as it was- as it continues to be.
(And when that fails- or rather the boy refuses to put his tutelage into practice- Yukichi will be thankful for the permit tucked in their office, and the ID he makes Ranpo carry with him.
The boy would be armed in every way.))
They make it to the restaurant before night falls, their job having run into the late afternoon. They sit across from each other, Ranpo bouncing in his seat as he looks around the restaurant.
Its the same one they've gone to for months now- close to their apartment but far enough from the main streets that they won't be overstimulated by the numerous cars and foot traffic.
Ranpo orders red bean soup, devours three bowls and only leaves one piece of mochi in each one- Yukichi pats his head in reward.
It seemed that the books he had picked up on parenting were correct, positive reinforcement worked wonders.
Ranpo has been oddly bouncy lately, jumping onto his desk at a capacity that sets off alarms. Ranpo has always been high energy, particularly in his company. But the amount of times Yukichi has genuinely gotten upset with that type of behavior has lessened over the years, which is why it's shocking that he can feel his muscles tense up when Ranpo continues his usual behavior.
Something is setting off sirens in his head- a loud voice screaming "Unusual Behavior Detected!!".
So when the boy- man he has to remind himself, Ranpo is twenty six now- slams his office door open, it's no surprise that he can feel his temper flare.
"Director!," Ranpo's voice grates on his nerves, making his skin crawl with frustration.
Yukichi is focused so much on the boy's overwhelming presence, loud loud loud, that he doesn't notice the large shadow hunching in on itself that lurks behind the boy.
He isn't sure what happens from there. One minute he can feel himself about to explode with frustration, and the next he's laying flat on his back in his futon, the sun's dying rays painting the room a nice orange whilst the breeze from the open doors cools his flushed skin.
He's home and he can't remember how he got there.
Voices travel through the halls, filtering through the paper doors.
Yukichi recognizes the high pitched lilt as Ranpo. Ranpo who rarely controls his volume when in his presence, and even less so when he visits the main house. The second voice is much more softer though still high pitched.
Yosano, he thinks groggy, his two wards are back in the house. The thought shouldn't make his heart flutter. He blames the exhaustion weighing his down, muddling his mind with sappy thoughts.
"..I'll inform Ranpo-kun you're awake..," the shadows say, snapping Yukichi to attention, his body tensing as he struggles to make heads or tails through the fog.
A tall, lanky man rises from the dark corner of his room, the one spot that the setting sun doesn't touch with its light- a man whose face though mostly obscured he can recognize.
The man with a raccoon for a pet- partner? Part-time Guild member and Ranpo's self-proclaimed rival. The raccoon is no where in sight, most likely with the boy farther into the house.
"..excuse me..," the man bows his head stiffly before departing from the room, his socked feet thumping down the halls.
Yukichi relaxes, his head pounding now that his heart has stopped racing.
What a hassle.
'..I should have thrown that boy in the ocean when I had the chance..'
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I appreciate when its rainy because then its not sunny
I actually did end up going to bed on time-ish last night so I managed to get to work at a better time and get home before 2am. My partner made us a very good breakfast and then tried something new for dinner that worked pretty well. It was a fried tofu red cabbage slaw thing she found on youtube. Pretty average slowish day but I didn't stare at the floor as much as usual on a slow day so thats good. Also I named all 151 gen 1 pokemon un under 8 minutes today which rules. Its the closest I've gotten to a perfectly clean sweep. There will come a time soon where my typing speed is the only thing holding me back. I need to get better at gen 2 though. I think the problem with gen 2 is just that you dont see a lot of the new pokemon throughout most of silver. Like I keep forgetting Marill cuz I dont even know where it appears in game. Same with Gligar and Porygon 2. I'll get better at that but I also wanna try putting similar effort into getting familiar with some hiragana cuz I'm understanding structure better but I think my vocabulary would benefit from being able to read a little
Also I want you the reader to know that this night pic had a full constellation visible in it that I couldnt even see with my own eyes, and then night mode annihilated the quality, but I think I figured out how to make it stop doing that, so we'll try again tomorrow. You can still barely make out the 4 stars of one of the dippers in the top left but we must do better
Peace and long life
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home.
im homesick for a home i know not. my nights are spent dreaming of a land ill never know to escape a life thats gripping me too hard. i feel like im drowning but theres no water. too much oxygen fills my lungs. it burns.
sleep rarely soothes. when it does its interrupted by terrors. flashes i dont remember, just feelings. this home i crave has never fully known me. it claws at my peripheral. taunts me. warm hugs, full bellies. i got those. silent nights arent foreign. but the splashes of screams, the sting of punishment, the smell of what i only now know to be alcohol on the breath, even mild, chained that home just out of my reach. the hole in the wall haunts me. strangers invading my home to ask my too young brain abt what the walls who have ears hear, but wont tell. witnessing bile upon those same walls fills my nose with the memory of the stench. have you ever seen someone bleed from their pores? i have. i was 9. maybe 12. my brain protects me only as much as it can.
but i miss home. i miss those meals slightly burnt. sneaking a cookie before dinner. sauntering down to the basement for movie nights. ignoring the voices that travel up the stairs long after us wee ones went to bed. flipping the pillow over to forget the wetness that stained the case, my cheeks. waking up knowing we all heard it but will never discuss it.
i miss home. watching my dad play video games for hours. listening to my mom hum as she cleans the kitchen. feeling the rough carpet as cartoons play on the old box tv. i dont let my eyes wander to the wall at the bottom of the stairs. i know whats there. its an old dent. i dont imagine the night the front door was ripped open and footsteps stomped after the breeze threatening to come in. she came back. we're fine. for tonight.
i miss home. the covers are warm from their run in the dryer. my homework is done. my sister's fingers turn the page of a book. mine follow soon after. its quiet. i turn my music up when their door slams. the hushed hisses dont reach our room but the beats in my ears and the fantasy in my hands help to drown them out anyway. we all gather for a bedtime story in the end. tomorrow will come.
i miss home. a home i never actually got. a home my brain conjures up for me on the nights the blankets are cold. on the nights my heart feels numb and beatless.
i miss my dad. his hugs are still warm. his heartbeat is still my favourite sound in the world. i miss my mom. she still whistles quietly when she cleans. i see myself in her the most.
i miss my dad. hes visiting his girlfriend in one of the Las' out west.
i miss my mom. shes sleeping soundly next to a man who never witnessed our first steps. he has dogs though, those are cute.
i miss my parents. they were mine. they made me who i am. ill always love them.
my parents dont miss each other. dad still aches. mom feels free.
my parents still talk. its not abt dinner plans. its abt holiday plans. who gets whom, when this year. we're all in our 20s. it seems childish.
ive forgotten how to communicate. havent talked to dad since two nights ago. it was abt his own dads fight i unfortunately witnessed with his new wife. havent talked to mom in weeks. apparently my sister needed help with an application. shes sleeping in the room next to mine right now. my brother has a serious girlfriend. i feel like a kid when i contact him. ik nothing of the future he'll have. my older sister has a job lined up shes wanted for years in the line of work she has. idk what her title has been for any of them. i have a partner right now. idk what their major in school is. my best friend got married. i havent seen or talked to her since the wedding.
my other best friend, my newest one, who has only ever known me as rae, is the only one privy to my recent thoughts. those that plague my mind day and night that i hide behind a smile. hes the one i called at 4am when i felt myself slipping. hes the arm that grabbed me from that metaphorical ledge. i cant lose him. im scared though. if these thoughts are what will make him leave. if i tell him.
the last one left without a goodbye. it hurts seeing her social media. shes still happy while i cry when i think abt her. abt what i lost. bc of distance i tell myself.
i miss home. i miss naivety. innocence. freedom from responsibility.
its 7am right now. i miss home. home holds me at arms length. when will i reach it? will i reach it? do i have enough strength to even try?
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#so since my uni is moving online I'm staying at home during the week and just going back to school when i work on the weekends#but when all this started going down and people were saying to have a little stock pile of food just incase#i got really insecure and didnt want to come home#bc i always eat more than my family and i feel like if god forbid we actually need to stock pile food#i'll be such a burden bc i'll always be hungry and i'll need more food than my mom and sister#and like i just feel like if it were to happen i don't want to be here i rather be alone at school bc this way i wont eat my entire families#supply of food in 1 day#and even tho its not even close to being that drastic now i still hate saying that I'm hungry bc i always feel like I'm being judged#and just now i said i was a little hungry and my mom was telling me what we have#to eat and i didnt even get to say yes or no before they started to say how i wont like what they make bc its healthy#and then me and her were just standing infront of the cupboard and she opened one and there was jo louis and she joked and stood in front#of them to 'hide' them and like way to make me feel like shit#i just said whatever I'll just wait for dinner bc we're eating soon#but they probably took that as i just don't want to eat bc the only quick thing we have is healthy and thats not true#the reason i said forget it is bc whatever i decided to eat would be made into a big deal#if i got unhealthy food it would just prove their point right#and if i went for healthy food they would make a big deal that I'm eating healthy#even tho when I'm at school i do try and eat healthy and i am trying to make more home cooked meals#but they don't know that bc i don't tell them#but anyways yea i just feel like shit and i want to go back to school but i cant bc theres no reason for me to go#and i should technically get used to living back home with them since i'll be moving home in a few months#but#whatever#hey maybe if i don't eat every time I'm hungry I'll actually lose weight hahahah#maybe my family will actually like me then
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keep me warm - jhs | m
cause you keep me and nice and you keep me warm. wanna feel you on me, can't wait to get back there again - texas sun, khruangbin
✹ summary- camping is always a great time when you’re with your friends, but even better with your boyfriend, hoseok.
✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw
✹ pairing- jung hoseok x reader
✹ word count- 3.9k - she’s a short lil quick dip ;)
✹ genre- smut. lol thats it. cant say there is much plot here besties!!! but there is big brother namjoon, brothers best friend hoseok, established relationship!!!
✹ warnings- explicit smut, cockwarming, dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be smart pls!), sex in a tent, a little exhibitionism???, fingering, finger sucking, creampie, lil bit of cum play but not really, hoseok is a dirty dirty boy and i love that about him tbh
✹ a/n- helloooo. i’ve been sitting on this and finally finished it!! thank you to @kimtaehyunq for the sexy banner and beta reading and general support. i was inspired to write this fic when i went camping but pls be warned that sex in a tent is not as sexy as this fic makes it seem 🤕 ILY BESTIES!!! lemme know your thots!!!
The annual Kim Family camp out is an event you haven’t missed since your seventh birthday when you had chicken pox. It’s an outing that has gained notoriety among your friends, a monumental yearly occasion that takes months of prep in advance. What started as a simple camp out with your parents and your older brother Namjoon has become an event with extended friends and family members and significant others involved. Your parents handed down the event to you and your brother, claiming their older age keeps them from being able to keep up with “the youth” for an entire weekend, instead preferring to join for a big cookout dinner, then head back to the comfort of their tempurpedic mattress and functional plumbing back at home.
Not that you minded.
This year was different. Your cousins, Taehyung and Seokjin, would join with Tae’s girlfriend Maggie. Your childhood best friend Jimin would attend as well, bringing along his lover of the month, a tall and leggy brunette. Namjoon invited his best friend Yoongi, who brought along your mutual friend Jungkook.
And most importantly,
Jung Hoseok would be there. Your boyfriend.
Hoseok is no stranger to the Kim Family camp out. He’s been attending since he was sixteen after meeting Namjoon in high school jazz band and instantly becoming friends. You can vividly remember the older high school boy making sure you never felt left out in a group of gangly teenagers—bringing you along on hikes, and fishing, and general mischief.
It’s where you first fell for him.
Every year after that, you pined for Hoseok from afar at every outing. You’d lie awake at night in your shared tent with Jimin, desperately wishing the body next to you was Hoseok, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm in the forest's chill.
Your relationship with Hoseok flourished after high school, when he was unknowingly in your chemistry class in college. Hours were spent pouring over textbooks together, cramming for exams and practice labs with a familiar friend.
Then came the coffee dates, the movie nights, the dinners. Hoseok went from an occasional study buddy to someone you talked to hourly.
The day he kissed you is a day you’ll never forget.
Soft lips pressing onto yours over a bubbling beaker of magnesium, his hands cupping your cheeks as he drew you in so close, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
“Be mine,” he whispered. “Please, be mine.”
And you’ve been his ever since.
“Aish! Don’t burn my marshmallow, ___!” Namjoon scolds you, jerking your long stick away from the fire as he sits next to you. “I hate burned marshmallows.”
Annoyance bubbles up in your throat as you roll your eyes at your brother.
“I wouldn’t have to do this for you if you knew how to roast a marshmallow without starting a wildfire.”
Namjoon, ever the strong-headed big brother, glares at you. “That was an accident and you know it.”
Hoseok chuckles beside you, resting a hand on your leg as you murmur expletives about Namjoon and a certain stick under your breath.
“I’ll eat your burned one, babe,” he says with a smile. “I love your burned mallows.”
Hoseok’s charm is a balm to all your wounds. He easily melts the ice around your heart and soothes your frayed nerves with a simple look.
“Thanks, Hobi,” you reply.
“Please, no talk of my sister’s mallows,” Namjoon winces. “It’s bad enough you’re dating in front of me. In front of my salad.”
Namjoon doesn’t mean it. He knows how deeply you love him, and he trusts Hoseok not to hurt his one and only sibling. But it doesn’t mean he’s not above rubbing it in your face that he was Hoseok’s friend first.
Jungkook laughs from where he’s sitting, roasting a hotdog over the crackling flame on Jimin’s lap (“There weren’t any seats left!”).
“At least he’s not tossing her salad in front of you.”
Yoongi slaps the younger man’s hotdog out of his hand and into the fire, making Jungkook whine and pout petulantly.
“Don’t be gross,” Yoongi scolds and Namjoon nods at his friend in solidarity.
Hoseok smirks and licks his fingers clean of the sticky marshmallow. “Besides, we didn’t bring nearly enough lube for any anal play tonight.”
“Hoseok!” Namjoon screeches and you bashfully bury yourself into your sweater. The rest of the group explodes in laughter while your brother holds his head in his hands, lamenting the day you two met.
Hoseok pulls you into his lap, grinning as he kisses at your ear while maintaining firm eye contact with your brother, eager to make him as uncomfortable as possible.
While you’re relaxing into the warmth of your boyfriend’s body and enjoying the laughter of all your closest friends, Hoseok nips at your ear and whispers gently.
“I love you.”
“I’m so cold.” A shiver wracks through you as you burrow down deeper into your sleeping bag. The night air becomes increasingly frosty and you can easily see your breath in the dim light from the moon. “It wasn’t supposed to be this cold.”
Hoseok scoots his bag closer to yours, rubbing over the meshy material in an attempt to warm you.
“I thought about bringing another blanket before we left…,” he sighs. “But Namjoon told me I was being ‘a boy scout’.”
You bark out a frigid laugh, teeth chattering as you try to snuggle into the warmth of Hoseok’s hand.
Pleadingly, you ask. “Can we share? Maybe if we zip the sleeping bags together we can make one big extra-large sleeping bag?”
Hoseok nods. “Good idea.”
He quickly gets to work as soon as you unzip your sleeping bag and move off of it, allowing him to take it and zip the two bags together. He spreads it back out over the soft padded bed once it’s completed and he slips into his end before beckoning you over.
“Come to me, my little popsicle.”
The fabric swishes and slides as you move into the combined bag, wrapping your cold limbs around the warmth of your boyfriend’s body.
“Holy shit, you really are cold,” he exclaims with a grunt when your ice-cold hands seek the toasty expanse of his toned belly. “Fuck.”
“Sorry.” Your apology is anything but apologetic as the high temperature of Hoseok’s body quickly oozes into you. “You feel so good.”
A moan slips out of your lips, pleased at the warmth that your boyfriend radiates as you seek every spot on his body that radiates heat.
“Hold on,” he whispers.
Quickly, he rids himself of his shirt and tugs at the hem of your own.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” You gasp as the icy air billows under your shirt. “Why would I get naked right now?”
He huffs. “Trust me?”
He kisses the pout on your lips, then pulls away with your shirt in his hands.
“Skin-to-skin contact is the easiest way to warm someone up. Body heat, you know. Textbook boy scout stuff.”
He twists your body around to spoon into him, back pressed against his ultra-warm chest, making you gasp once you feel the radiating heat spreading across you.
“Oh…” you sigh as you sink into his embrace. “You were right.”
Hoseok smirks as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the nape of your neck—lips pressing gentle, warm kisses to the column below your ear.
“Told you so.”
Your body instinctively presses further into his body, desperate for the warmth that the human-heater seems to emit. His breath hitches as he feels your ass press hard against his lap, cock stirring at the proximity.
Hoseok’s hands run up and down your arms, warming each inch of your skin with his palms. He spreads heat wherever he touches, and your eyes flutter closed as he works his gentle, warming massage into your frozen skin. He is the epitome of sunshine, both in body and demeanor, always able to brighten the coldest chills with one look, one touch.
When he’s satisfied that you’re thoroughly warmed where he’s worked, his hands move from your arms and shoulders around to your belly and up to your chest. You feel like mush under his grazing touch, gasping and biting your lip as he tugs gently at your perky nipple. It’s a live wire to his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans as he feels himself harden. He kisses at your shoulder as he continues to palm at your chest, taking the fullness of your breasts into his whole hand and massaging it gently.
“Hobi…” you warn, feeling the desire between your thighs build. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
He chuckles against your skin, breathing hot air over your neck and shoulder, tightening his grip on your nipple for a quick pinch that makes you squeak.
“Who says we can’t finish?”
His voice is low—that deep, sensual tone that sets your tummy aflame with desire. His dick is pressed against your ass, twitching with need as it thickens in his pants.
His hand moves from your chest, rubbing soft, sweet circles on your stomach as he warms the cool flesh around your belly button, before traveling down to where your sleeping pants sit low on your hips.
“We c-can’t,” you meekly attempt to fight back, remain strong, but the warmth of his body and the need growing within you is quickly winning your internal battle of morality. “My cousin is next to us.”
Hoseok smirks as he slips underneath your pants, hand diving in between your thighs to rub at your soft mound. He’s close, so close to slipping inside of you, and you squeeze your eyes tight at the overwhelming urgency you’re feeling for his fingers inside you.
“You think Tae and Maggie are fast asleep right now?” He asks.
As if on cue, you hear soft giggles coming from the next tent over, giggles that sound suspiciously like Taehyung’s girlfriend.
“Tae is really not that funny,” Hoseok says as he nibbles at your ear. “Let me warm you, baby.”
He seeks your consent, desperate to make you feel good but not willing to further his actions.
“Mmm, maybe just a little more.”
His fingers seek purchase further, finally diving into your folds. He gasps into your ear as he feels how wet you’ve become from his ministrations, stroking gently up and down your slick slit and circling over your clit.
“Fuck, look at you,” he nearly whines into your ear. “So wet for me.”
“Please, Hobi,” you whimper. You’re not sure what you’re begging for, what you need, but all you want is for him to not stop, never stop.
“You want me to keep going, don’t you?” He asks, teasingly circling the pad of his finger on your swollen clit.
Unable to use your words, you nod. The light pressure on your clit has your thighs trembling and Hoseok thrills at the palpable desperation you’re feeling.
“Are you going to be quiet for me?” He asks, slowly moving his finger down before breaching into your channel. “Can’t be waking up the entire camp.”
Using your hand, you clamp over your mouth as your boyfriend's finger fucks into your hole, slowly and achingly gentle but with purpose. A shiver runs down his spine as he watches you try to hold yourself back. You’re not normally quiet—he makes it his mission to get you to whine and cry and yell his name as loud as he can when you’re at home. But the thrill of keeping you quiet while he sinks himself into you makes his body hum with want.
“Good girl,” he cooes as he introduces another finger inside you, scissoring you open with his lengthy digits. “Better stay quiet for me or I won’t let you cum.”
He quickly removes his fingers from your channel, making you whine behind your hand, which he silences with a soft tut.
“No complaining. Be good.”
He continues his journey to disrobe you, sliding off your pants and panties. He throws them to the other side of the tent where your luggage lies, no care about you wearing them the rest of the night. He follows suit with his own pants, swiftly pulling the material off his legs and allowing his throbbing cock to spring free. You desperately want to touch it, feel it in your hands and in your mouth, but he keeps you facing away from him, cock fully out of your reach.
“Such a perfect little ass,” he murmurs to himself as he admires your backside before sliding back into the big spoon position. The feeling of his hot, hard length against your bare ass makes you mewl with desire, teasingly rubbing against it.
“Fuck, Hobi,” you gasp as he slips his hands back to the apex of your thighs, scissoring into you again and warming his icy fingers in the heat of your cunt.
“Shhh,” he reminds. “Let me give your mouth something to do, yeah?”
He pulls his dripping fingers from within your walls and brings them to your mouth. You eagerly open wide, obedient and desperate for something to take your mind off the growing neediness your body is throbbing with.
Watching you suck your own wet slick off his fingers makes Hoseok’s cock ache with need. The tip is weeping with pre-cum, as if crying out to bury itself within your walls and never retreat. It twitches as your tongue swirls over his digits, teasing him and reminding him how well you can suck his cock.
“Shit, baby,” he gasps. “I’m going to bust right now if you’re not careful.”
He pulls his fingers from your mouth and uses the spit-slick hand to lift your leg enough for him to line his cock up at your hole.
“You want to warm my cock for me, baby?” He nips at your shoulder as he rubs the bulbous head along your slit. “God, I want to be in this pretty little cunt all night. Can you keep me warm tonight?”
“P-please, baby,” you gasp as the tip prods at your entrance, threatening to breach. He preemptively moves his free hand back to your mouth, covering it gently to help keep your noisy mouth muffled.
“Such a polite girl.” Hoseok’s lips skim over your neck and ear, nibbling at your lobe as he finally, blessedly, spears himself into you.
“Fuuuck,” he whines as he drops his forehead against your soft hair, shuddering as he buries himself to the hilt. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Nothing compares to the feeling of Hoseok sinking himself into you. It’s like the first time, every time. He clings to you desperately, as if he wants to bury his entire self in between your thighs and never retreat. Being connected to your boyfriend like this, not knowing where he ends and you begin, is the most dazzling aspect of sex. Your heart beats in overtime, breath short and heavy, as he holds you like you’re his only worthy possession in life.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t withdraw his cock and plunge back into you like his body is begging him to. He wants nothing more than to roll you onto your stomach and fuck you until you’re screaming his name for the entire national forest to hear, but he doesn’t.
“Mmm, Hobi, please,” you whine against his palm, kitten licking the flesh there to encourage him to move. It almost works, almost spurs him into action, but he remains flush against you and unmoving.
“Just trying to keep you warm, baby,” he teases. “Skin-to-skin contact.”
He can feel your body tense and shake around him, core tightening as you’re desperate to feel the friction you desire. It makes Hoseok nearly growl into your ear, clutching you tighter in his grasp.
“Now you want to fuck me?” He teases into your ear. “I thought you were tired?”
A pathetic whimper is the only response you can muster. You’re desperate for more, aching for his thick cock to thrust in and out of you. His hand slips down your body, caressing each inch of your skin before landing on your clit, circling the nub teasingly.
“I bet you could cum like this,” he breathes as he slowly swirls his finger. “With my cock stuffed inside you.”
He’s right—your body is already reacting to the stimulation and you can feel your body clenching around his unmoving length deep inside you. It’s prodding you in just the right spot that makes you keen, core desperate for some movement. His added touch makes you whine into his palm still covering your mouth.
“That’s right, baby,” he praises as he bites at your earlobe. “Such a needy little pussy, so desperate for me you could cum just from feeling me inside you.”
The pressure rises, stomach tightening as you feel your body near the edge of bliss. You can feel your thighs trembling as Hoseok whispers and nibbles at your ear, fingers working your clit with just the right rhythm to make you see stars.
His finger swirls with delicate speed, playing you like the nimble musician he is.
“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already about to cum for me.”
Holding back your desperate moans, your eyes nearly roll back in their sockets as you feel your body build closer and closer to the blissful end that it craves. Having him buried deep inside you with none of the delicious friction is driving you crazy, and the speed of his fingers on your clit makes you keen for anything he can give you. You’re so close, so *fucking close* to your climax that your vision blurs.
Suddenly, the telltale sound of another tent zipper opening rips through the relative silence of the campground and Hoseok stills his finger on you.
“Shhh,” he warns, lifting his head to listen carefully.
The sound comes from your left, Jungkook’s tent, and you squeeze your eyes tight and whimper into Hoseok’s palm at the ache in your belly. Jungkook stumbles around the campground before he makes his way out, and Hoseok smirks as the footsteps get quieter.
“That was close, baby,” he says as his finger teases over your throbbing clit. “We don’t want Jungkookie to find his friend like this, don’t we?”
You shake your head, body trembling as his finger provides not-enough stimulation on your tortured clit.
He keeps quiet and continues his feather-light touch, pleased at the unexpected orgasm denial and the way it makes your cunt clench around his cock as if coaxing it to give you what you need most.
“You better not be loud,” he warns. “You don’t want to ruin our fun, right?”
Agonizing moments later, Jungkook’s footsteps return and he zips himself back into his tent and quickly heads back to sleep. He remains stilled inside you, listening intently for any sounds of the others awakening.
After minutes of desperate silence and your needy cunt aching for your boyfriend to move, he rolls you onto your stomach with him on top, cock still buried deep within you.
“You’ve done so well,” he praises as he leans down and licks a fat stripe on the back of your neck, making you shiver. “Take your reward like a good girl.”
Without warning, Hoseok grips at your hips and starts a brutal pace, fucking you fast and hard while staying quiet. It feels so good, better than the feeling of him being still inside you. Nothing can compare to his thickness spearing into you, stretching you wide. The ridges of his cock feel like heaven from the position he has you in, and you can feel the stimulation building upon your ruined, curtailed orgasm from earlier.
He quickly rams a piece of the sleeping bag into your mouth, forcing you to be quiet as he nearly impales you open, burying himself as deep into your womb as he can before retreating and thrusting in for more. You can tell he’s close by the way his movements lose finesse, the way his hands grip your thick hips as if he’s grasping a lifeline.
“Gonna fill you up,” Hoseok whispers harshly, his voice taking on the rough edge that makes your body react. “You want my cum, baby?”
Your mouth is full, but your head nods quickly and you arch your back to let him reach even deeper inside of you, desperate to get yourself and him off simultaneously.
“Shit,” he groans as he feels your body accept him even further at this new angle, your ass high in the air. He grips it, enjoys the way the flesh jiggles in his grip and with each thrust. “Cum on my cock, baby, please.”
Hoseok doesn’t beg, hardly ever, so when he’s desperate for your release, you’re equally desperate to give it to him. As he pounds into you, taking full advantage of your prone body and lifted hips, the dam holding back your climax finally erupts, making your walls quiver and squeeze around his cock and forcing you to bury your face as far as you can into your sleeping bag to muffle your whines.
He wishes he could hear your screams, wants to hear the way you cry his name out as your cunt milks him, begs him for his own end. Another round of thrusts and he feels it all snap, cock pulsing out hot spurts of cum into your eager and waiting channel.
He pulls out of you, loving the way his cum follows him out, dribbling out of your spent pussy weakly. He lifts a finger and scoops it up, pushing it back into your juicy walls and nearly whining as he feels it wet and sopping with his release. You’re pulling the sleeping bag from your mouth, panting hard from your own release and turning around to look at your boyfriend, hips wiggling.
Hoseok smiles fondly at you, removing his finger from your walls and rubbing the smooth skin of your ass.
“Are you warm?” He asks with a smirk, knowing by the sheen of sweat on both of your bodies that you’ve successfully warmed up in the bite of the chilly night.
He flops down beside you and pulls you in close, snuggling into the sleeping bag while kissing your face gently.
Hoseok’s cock is still hard, still aching even after a release and you’re quick to grasp it in your hands, finally getting a grip on it for the first time tonight.
“Better keep you warm all night like I promised, huh?” You smile sleepily as you lift your leg to allow him entrance to your center yet again. “Keep me full all night please, baby?”
He is loath to deny you, and the wet heat of your used pussy feels like heaven. He holds you closer, pulls you in tight as he buries his cock as far as he can go, before kissing you sweetly once more.
He knows he’ll wake up in a few hours, dick throbbing with a need to take you for yet another round, but for now, he revels in the warmth and love and safety he feels when he’s connected to you in nearly every way.
“By the way, I love you too, Hoseok,” you whisper to him after a few moments of silence, recalling to the sweet whispered words around the campfire.
Hoseok smiles as he closes his eyes, body and soul in pure bliss.
And when Namjoon complains in the morning that he could hear the sounds of his little sister getting railed, Hoseok will let him know he ensured you didn’t suffer from hypothermia—that it’s his job as boyfriend to ensure you’re kept safe,
and always kept warm.
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hiii can you please do tom as dad's best friend/co-worker where they finally meet each other in her dad's office? and that y/n dad have to take an urgen flight trip thats why he needed tom to look after y/n for a couple of days. lots of sexual tension and dirty talk! (also age gap if that's alright with you?) 😌 make it real smutty and kinky u know the drill :) ty!!
Tom Hiddleston | unique babysitter
Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader
plot : being a single father, your dad has no choice but to leave you at home with a friend after he has been called for an urgent business travel. Surprisingly enough, you manage to end up enjoying Tom’s exhilarating company.
warnings : smut, age gap, dirty talking, slight dub/con, virgin!reader, innocence kink, dry humping, unprotected sex, slight after care and cuddling.
Around a week ago, your dad had finally agreed to take you to his office in order for you to discover his job. You had never really understood the way he made a living, and it had therefore been the occasion for you to get to learn more about his work whilst earning the chance to spend some extra time with him. Ever since your mom had left, you had allowed yourself to drift away from your father- an unwilling habit which had brought harm to the two of you throughout the years. But now was your chance to do better by supporting the older man through his daily life and by letting him know that he was not alone. Though, your little trip to his office had allowed you to meet with one of his closest coworkers : a so called Tom Hiddleston.
The man worked at the desk next to your dad’s, which allowed you to get a good view of his friend whilst they both worked. The room remained silent- the sounds of the keyboards being put to good use offering a pretty symphony. Your orbs would sometimes divert towards the infamous older man, feeling your cheeks heat up whenever his blue eyes would take notice of your stares and look up at you- leading your embarrassed self to look away. From the corner of your eyes, you could tell that this gesture had amused him due to the way his lips seemed to curl up whilst his chest bobbed upwards gently. Your hands fidgeted together, this little game lasting through the entire afternoon until it was finally time for you and your father to go home. But even after disappearing from one another’s sight, none of you appeared to forget about the other.
The next day, your dad had announced to you that he would be forced to leave for a couple of days due to an important business offer he simply couldn’t push away. At first, you felt okay with it... until this one added up that his coworker and friend, Tom, would be in charge of taking care of you for the few upcoming days. This stroke anxiety within your heart. The man you had desperately stared at for hours yesterday would now be assigned as your babysitter? The thought of getting to spend time alone with him was surely exciting, but also intimidating. Therefore, you decided to use arguments in order to dodge your father’s announcement, and potentially call off this whole babysitter issue which you believed was unnecessary for a girl such as you.
The first argument you decide to pull up was the fact that you were eighteen, and therefore not in need of a babysitter anymore. You could take care of yourself, which you did whenever your father was at work. But to the older man, this wasn’t the issue. He felt pleased to remind you what had happened the last time he had trusted you to be alone for a couple of days, and you had no choice but to remain silent face to his prominent argument, and your lack of snap back. Even though you could’ve probably explained that this event took place a couple of years back, and that you were now a legal adult to society, you decided to submit to your father’s announcement and decision.
Coming back to the present, you were currently sat in the living room whilst waiting for Tom to arrive. Your father had left a couple of minutes ago already, as he didn’t wish to miss his plane due to his coworker being late- who he trusted in taking good care of you. But little did he know, the older man would do much more than simply cook dinner for the two of you before tucking you in for a good night of sleep. When the bell finally rang, your head diverted towards the door in a hurry before your whole silhouette made an effort to get up from the sofa in order to reach for the entry of your home. Nervously, your hand took ahold of the handle before twisting it and allowing the door to open, revealing your dad’s smily coworker. “Good evening, Princess. I’m sorry I’m late.” He affirmed as your eyes slowly slid down towards the postman bag he carried on his right shoulder.
Face to your prolonged silence, he decided to step in one more time. “May I come in?” Tom asked, hoping that this sentence would manage to pull you out of your thoughts. And it did. “Oh yes, sure. I’m sorry...” You responded, an awkward chuckle escaping your lips as you moved to the side in order to let the older man step inside of your house. As soon as Tom laid a foot of onto the floor of your home, you felt a rather uncomfortable sensation take over your organism. It was a mix of excitement- that due to his handsomeness and attractive aura- and anxiety. A single pressure applied on the door was enough to have it close, trapping the two of you inside of the construction. And from that point, things progressively started to get more risky.
If Tom had agreed to sit down at the living room’s table to work at first, he soon caught interest in your silhouette and the things your curves could potentially offer him. During the first evening you spent together, things remained rather quiet and calm. All he did was look at you from the corner of his eye once in a while, and so did you whenever you felt like allowing your hormones to win over your good sense. You had been the one to cook dinner, and the older man hadn’t stopped praising the meal you had taken time to prepare whilst he worked. You got the chance to listen to a few of his personal informations- such as his nice lifestyle as a single man who enjoyed cooking for himself, as a hobby. Tom even promised to be the chief tomorrow evening, a bargain which led you to feel more comfortable in his presence.
The next day was when you finally started to feel more comfortable about your father’s coworker living in your house. You didn’t get to see him during the day due to college, but coming back in the evening knowing you would be able to spend time with the older man never failed to make you feel excited. Tom had progressively let go of his work, claiming he had taken a one week remunerated break in order to spend some extra time with you. The days went along, and you found yourself skipping class as well to attend the man’s offers about going out to various places. Calling your dad to check up on him wasn’t a priority anymore, which easily led you to bump into multiple missed calls when you finally made your way back up to your room after spending a day with his friend.
On this delightful Friday evening, you had been given the honor to taste Tom’s most famous recipe : bolognese. The dinner went on wonderfully, and you soon found yourself bloated with sauce and pasta- a visual proof that you had indeed enjoyed the meal he had prepared. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, Tom’s blue orbs stared at your exhausted self who still tried to recover from the amount of food you had previously ingested. It had exhaust you. “I guess I won’t be asking you how it went, seeing the emptiness of your plate.” He affirmed with a chuckle before reaching out for both of your stained yet empty plates in order to carry them until the sink. Shifting in your seat, you allowed your vision to divert away from your guest for a moment- which Tom didn’t fail to notice.
With a smirk appearing on the corner of his lips, the man proceeded to rest the plates down on the workspace before silently making his way back to you, sitting down in the chair which was positioned next to yours before leaning in and allowing his lips to collide with your neck. You obviously reacted face to this unexpected sensation, body shaking just so slightly as you tiredly leant backwards in order to break the contact. “What? What are you doing?” You asked awkwardly, earning an amused smile from the older man. His hand travelled up to your hair, blue orbs following his own gesture as he brushed a strand behind your ear. “Just treating you the way you deserve. You’re a grown woman after all, aren’t you? And adults communicate with one another.” He purred seductively, those few words sending chills down your spine.
“So I’m letting you know... I want you.” He finished, hand still toying with your hair as both your heart and mind fell apart on the instant. Had you heard that right? Was your father’s friend truly offering you to hookup under his coworker’s own roof- a man who had given him his trust to look after his only daughter? But the will to rebel and prove to the world that you weren’t a child anymore turned out to be stronger then your good sense and the respect you held for your dad. Your cheeks heated up as you made eye contact with Tom again, a welcoming smile appearing his lips which led you to fall for him even more. “Okay...” you responded to his previous statement in an awkward manner, leading the adult’s smile to intensify. “Okay.” He repeated happily, hand sliding down to your thigh in order to take ahold of yours.
Tom easily managed to get you to stand up, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs as his thumb gently rubbed against the back of your hand. Again, you felt excited yet anxious- still questioning whether yes or not you should give in his certainly appetizing offer. But before you knew it, the older man had managed to reach your father’s room- the room Tom had been occupying throughout the journey- which possessed a bigger bed for the two of you to enjoy. His first reflex was to turn on the lights before closing the door, those two gestures requiring for him to let go of your hand which allowed you to move closer to the bed without his help. “Ever done this before?” Tom asked empathetically as his silhouette turned towards yours, both his hands resting on his hips as if he was trying to contain certain pulsions.
Even if you felt ashamed of the answer you were about to give, you still trusted the man enough not to make fun of you nor make any degrading remarks about your sexual life. “Not really.” You answered as he moved closer to you, head bowed down to be able to make proper eye contact. “That’s okay.” He reassured, his hand moving up to your shoulder which he squeezed gently. “I’ll make sure to take good care of you.” Finished the male, his fingers now taking ahold of your chin only to lead your head to look up. Your lips aligned with his, his head slowly moving down towards yours until your closed mouths finally pressed against one another. This was the chastest kiss anyone had ever given you- which reinforced the feeling of safety you felt whenever it came to Tom. Though he quickly ended up softly breaking the contact in order to make sure you were okay.
You silently sucked in your bottom lip, as if you wanted to get some extra taste of his lips even after he had decided to break the kiss. Allowing your lower piece of rosy flesh to go, your orbs finally diverted upwards in order to make eye contact with the man who had just filled you with bliss. “I liked this.” You admitted, earning a smile from your partner. His hands travelled up to the first button of his shirt, progressively undoing the links until his bellybutton and abdominals were revealed to your innocent sight. Those assets made you shiver, and Tom could easily tell that you were too shy to step forward and lay your pretty hands onto his flesh. Smirking, the man dodged your silhouette in order to reach for the bed, removing his shirt through the process before allowing it to drop to the floor.
You watched silently as he sat down on the edge of the furniture, inviting you to take place beside him by laying gentle taps on the spot next to his thigh. Your submitted self obeyed, feet leading you towards your master until you finally took place beside him. “You’re such an obedient girl.” Tom praised, seemingly enjoying the way you agreed to follow all of his commands. An intimidated chuckle escaped your lips as his hand once again traveled up to your face, caressing your facial features and brushing your hair back in the loveliest manner. You couldn’t help but stare at his crouched abdominals, the way his skin formed muscular rolls for you to appreciate and praise. After all, it was the first time you ever saw a grown man bare chested in such an intimate situation.
“You want to remove a couple of layers? It’s the least we could do.” Tom offered gently, making sure to use the proper tone in order not to scare you off- and mostly in order to lead you to accept his proposition. Again, you agreed, standing up from the bed before removing your sweatshirt by pulling it over your head. Your bare breasts were revealed to his sight, though his blue orbs remained mainly focused on the skin of your waist and stomach. He found the bellybutton and stomach as a very attractive part of the female anatomy, and couldn’t potentially get enough of staring at this area of your body. Of course the grown man also felt grateful to be able to get a peak of your breasts- which he would make sure to cherish and praise later on.
His hands bluntly moved up to your waist as you took place between his legs, blue orbs still looking up at you before Tom allowed himself to lay a kiss onto your stomach. You abdominals contracted due to the small tingle you felt within you skin as the older man now took care of laying trails of gentle kisses down your belly. Looking down at him, you allowed your digits to travel up to his perfectly groomed hair before passing your fingers through the strands, messing up his mane in the softest manner. You were able to feel his lips perk upwards, indicating that your gestures were visibly making him smile. It reassured you to be aware of such a positive reaction.
After reaching the waistband of your joggers, Tom stopped himself through his track in order to take another look at your facial features- which in his humble opinion were perfect. Besides, spending time with someone who was younger than him somewhat sent the man back to his youthful days as well; which provided Tom a very blissful feeling. Without breaking eye contact, he began to unbuckle his belt before undoing the button of his jeans without even taking care of sliding the leather material out of the confines of his pants. Though he unfortunately found himself forced to look away after struggling to undo his button, your orbs still staring down towards his veiny hands which worked hard to reach their goal.
Once this step was finally over with, Tom placed a hand on your hip in order to gently move you backwards so that he could stand up from the bed. You could tell by his frustrated appearance that he seemingly couldn’t wait to end up in bed and fully naked with you. Though he always kept a reassuring smile on his face, even whilst pulling his jeans down to his ankle before stepping out of the piece of clothing. The grown man now stood in his briefs, feeling no form of shame nor embarrassment face to your younger self. Besides, there simply was nothing he could’ve potentially feel ashamed of. His body was perfect. A chuckle escaped his lips upon witnessing how clueless you appeared, a sight which could only make him feel more confident through the overall process.
“Well, kitten... there’s nothing you should be ashamed of. Real men are nothing like the boys you see at school.” He insisted, referring to how male teenagers often found many reasons to criticize the female anatomy and make young girls feel insecure. And his tone sounded extremely genuine- which was what led you to finally unleash your silhouette from all these pieces of clothings. You nodded silently, hands moving down to the waistband of your joggers before you slid the material down to your ankles. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, you proceeded to remove the cloth from your ankles, now revealing your underwear to a rather eager Tom.
He jumped on this handy occasion to gracefully climb on the bed and lay down on the spot where he usually slept, waiting for you to be done and hand out the green flag like the gentleman that he is. Looking back at him, you once again felt your cheeks heat up due to crossing another line of the process. He smiled. “Don’t be shy. I want you.” Tom begged, arm extending towards your chest as an invitation for you to get closer- which you did. Now laying down next to each other, your hands rested against his chest as your bodies faced one another, feeling the warmth which emitted from his skin. He looked down at you, head leaning down and once again seeking for your lips before he was finally able to press them against yours.
You kissed back, now feeling more comfortable as his arms wrapped around your back in order to gently get himself on top of your body. You were consensually overcome by his much larger silhouette, one of your hands moving up to his shoulders as you carried on giving back what the man was generously offering you. As soon as grunts and low moans began to escape his lips, you could tell that things were about to move faster from this moment- legs spreading a little bit wider as you allowed the man to grind his hips against yours. You were able to feel his hardening member collide with and rub against your own clothed genitals- movements which soon led your entrance to leak juices and stains your panties.
“Look at you..” Tom began, breaking the kiss for a few seconds in order to catch his breath and finish his sentence. He was panting. “Legs already spread wide open for me.” The man stated, speaking nothing but obvious facts. You blushed. No one had ever spoken to you in such a way, and especially not on that specific tone which turned out to be quite exhilarating. Now moving his head down against the crook of your neck, you were able to feel warmth take over both your chest and crotch due to Tom still grinding his hips against yours. The movements stimulated your clit, sending chills down your spine and leading more love juice to leak out of your throbbing core. And even if the older man appeared more eager about the situation when it came to visuals, your soul was definitely suffocating with pleasure even if you remained slightly motionless and silent.
Sitting up on his knees, a smirking Tom made eye contact with you as he allowed himself to slide off your panties; taking them off your legs before carelessly dropping them to the side. Such a small piece of clothing certainly wouldn’t be a bother through your shared intercourse, which was the reason to why he decided not to pay much attention to where it landed. Besides, your father’s coworker felt too excited about what was to come to even care about such an irrelevant detail. You were panting, still trying to recover from this first contact which had left you damaged with pleasure and excitement. Though, little did you know, the real fun was only about to begin.
“My pretty girl’s got a pretty little cunt.” He praised, his fingers sticking together as he brought his hand down between your legs. You shivered, sucking in your bottom lip in anticipation to his upcoming touch. It would be the first time you would get touched by a man, by someone else than your own self. A part of you wondered how it was going to feel, though the second one couldn’t help but grow anxious and worried. However, before you could even think any further, you felt Tom’s fingertips collide with your sensitive core- sending chills down your spine and easily leading your hole to squeeze and contract. He chuckled, appreciating his good work and feeling satisfied about the way he managed to make you feel. Though, it wasn’t like Tom had ever disappointed a woman in bed before.
One of the older man’s hands landed beside your face, Tom holding himself up with the help of his left arm whilst his other hand took care of pleasing your core. His fingertips rubbed up and down your clit, sometimes pinching the hardened bud and manhandling it perfectly. His aim was to get your entrance to loosen up for him; and that especially after he took notice that you were a virgin. Tom wanted this intercourse to be pleasing for you too, and he was willing to use any tactic in order to help you to relax. His lips landed against yours again, trapping your moan within his cavity and pushing it back inside of your mouth with the help of his tongue penetrating your moist entry.
Once your moans began to get progressively higher pitched, Tom felt like it was now the right time to initiate you to the pleasures he was certainly going to provide you. Taking his soaked fingertips up to his lips, he allowed his tongue to taste the sweet juices before both his hands took ahold of the waistband of his briefs which was soon to be slid down to his mid thighs. You didn’t dare to look, eyes still staring at the ceiling until your view was blocked by your partner’s facial features. He smiled and you smiled back. “Well hello.” Teased the older man, a few words which easily led you to chuckle. In the position you two had adopted, you were able to feel his rocking hard shaft press against your clit- a sensation that didn’t fail to make you feel nervous.
“You ready, Princess?” Questioned your dad’s coworker, your legs immediately spreading a tad wider upon hearing those few words. Another kiss was laid on your lips, probably in order to distract you from the slight pain which was about to follow. And before you could know it, a warm mass was pressed against your cavity, soon penetrating your entrance and pushing past your hymen that broke on the instant. A high pitched groan escaped your lips which led Tom to intensify the kiss, his hips jumping on the occasion to move closer to yours until his cock had reached balls deep. Slowly pulling away from your face, his ocean blue orbs made eye contact with yours, analyzing your facial features in order to find out whether you were truly suffering or not.
“This is just temporary.” Promised the man, your entrance unwillingly clenching around his shaft which led him to let out a guttural moan. Taking his attention off you for a minute, Tom’s face looked down at your rubbing crotches- as if he wanted to make sure he was properly inside- before his head tilted upwards again. Noticing how you now appeared more relaxed, he was soon to begin the thrusting process- slow movements at first which progressively increased in pace with time. The friction created by the intercourse felt absolutely blissful- filling your soul with excitement and leading your heart to race. You were able to feel the muscle pump blood through your entire system as Tom continued to grind his hips against yours, happy grunts escaping his lips.
Both his arms slid underneath your shoulders, taking ahold of them in order to keep you more still through the pleasant process- and make it easier for him to thrust. Tom felt entirely satisfied with the situation that had taken place- taking notice of how you appeared to enjoy it too which could only make his member throb out of pleasure. Though his masculine ego still pushed him to check in order to receive a verbal confirmation. “You enjoyin’ this?” The man asked breathlessly, earning a single moan and nod from your exhilarated self. The man then proceeded to unexpectedly pull out, offering you no time to understand before you were flipped over onto your stomach. This once his hands landed on your bum, spreading your cheeks apart and admiring the way your entrance leaked with love juice. It looked extremely welcoming, and Tom was soon to step inside of your intimate home for the second time.
Feeling his cock penetrate you again brushed all of your worries away, eyelids shutting close as you began to be rocked back and forth against the bedsheets. Even without being able to see his face, you still managed to enjoy everything that Tom was providing you with on the instant. You could feel his pubic bone collide with your skin of your bum, your nipples perking up against the confines of the bedsheets. “Fuck baby.. So tight and juicy for me.” He praised, leaning down in order to offer your neck rough kisses and gentle bites. You moaned tiredly, rubbing your cheek against his like a cat would do against his owner’s legs. He had managed to take possession of your soul, and there was now only one way out.
Time passed, and Tom’s thrusts progressively began to grow sloppier. Being inexperienced, you couldn’t exactly tell that this indicated he was about to reach his high, though the way he appeared more tired and less energetic than before certainly gave you a clue regarding his state. Frowning out of exhaussement, the grown man was finally filled with temporary satisfaction upon sensing his shaft throb and pump semen out of his testicles in order to have the liquid spray out of his sensitive urethra. His semence stained your walls, giving no chance to the flesh of your cervix which was drowned in the thick liquid. You two moaned in harmony- this warm sensation providing you with one last bit of pleasure before your dad’s coworker agreed to pull out of you.
He collapsed on the bedsheets next to you, hand resting on his chest as he panted in order to recover from this intense moment. With the bit of energy that you had left, you managed to crawl until his silhouette in order to offer him a well needed hug, your arms burying against his ribcage as Tom was soon to turn to his side and secure your naked self with his large and muscular members. Feeling the warmth of his flesh in a whole other way still felt as satisfying as before, this cuddle providing you with as much happiness and bliss than the previous intercourse had.
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I'm Thankful For You ~ JJ Maybank
Synopsis: After Thanksgiving dinner, JJ lets you know what he's most thankful for.
Word Count: umm...
Warnings: swearing, spelling/grammar mistakes, a little all over the place but that's how i roll, i think thats it.
*i was supposed to post this on Thanksgiving buti was too busy to write at my dads while my sister and i visited him so i wrote this on the car ride back.*
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“JJ! Glad you could make it!” Your dad called over the ruckus of your extended family.
Your dad made his way over to the front door where JJ was standing before pulling him in for a hug that your boyfriend returned quickly.
Your heart melted slightly at the interaction as you watched from the couch, waiting for JJ to make his way over to you.
You’ll never forget when JJ first met your family at your birthday three years prior when the both of you were seniors in high school. He was nervous as all hell as you introduced him to your parents first before moving onto your grandparents and your other family members but within an hour he was playing with your younger cousins and talking cars with a couple of your uncles.
Ever since then, JJ was constantly invited and attending family functions. Hell, he was over for dinner every night at your parents and stayed until late in the evening on Sundays and Wednesdays for game night and movie night. It became routine relatively fast for everyone and JJ soon found himself spending the night often before you teo found and apartment together. You never wanted to jinx anything but you were convinced that JJ was meant to be apart of your family.
JJ smiled as he plopped down on the couch next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Hey princess.”
“Hey handsome.” You told him as as you leaned your head on his shoulder, watching as your nieces and nephews played around in the living room, shrieking and laughing. “Dinner should be ready in an hour and a half.
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“Sorry for not being able to ride with you. Mr.Heyward needed a jump.” He apologized.
“It’s no biggie. I would hate for him to be stranded somewhere.”
It didn’t take long for your older brother to swoop JJ up and away from you after your short conversation, starting up his own conversation on if JJ would want to help him build a tree house for his kids. It also didn’t take long for your older sister to overhear that conversation and also ask JJ about possibly helping your brother in law make a play house sort if thing for her kids.
You sighed, your youngest nephew looking up at you from across the room before smiling, running over to you and asking to be lifted up.
You did just that, allowing him to snuggle up to you as you two watched the older kids play. You had to break up a couple of screaming matches between the kids and JJ walked in on a particularly ugly one, some hits being delivered between the two oldest of your sisters kids before your niece wrapped her arms around her younger brother and leaned back, bringing her and her brother down to the floor.
“Hey!” You scolded, standing up, baby on your hip as you gently grabbed your nephew away from your niece. You then escorted both of them to separate corners telling them to sit there for a couple of minutes.
You heard JJ let out a low whistle as he walked up next to you. “didn’t realize I had front row tickets to a WWE match.” He joked.
“That wasn’t even the most WWE of the fights ive seen so far.” You informed him before looking at the toddler you were still holding. “isn’t that right? Your siblings are absolutely terrible to each other.”
JJ wrapped his arms around you as he watched your niece pout in the corner and your nephew cry, both clearly unamused with their punishment. “Well, mom says foods ready whenever we’re ready for a plate.”
You nodded as you set down your youngest nephew before going and asking your nieces and nephews what they wanted on their plates, JJ helping you as you both dealt with the children and seating arrangments for them as their parents got their own plates ready.
By the time all the kids had their plates in front of them and we’re eating, you were tuckered out, not necessarily wanting to get up again to fix your own plate.
You closed your eyes before opening them and going to walk into the kitchen once more but JJ stopped you.
“Sit. I’ll get you a plate.” He kissed the top of your head before walking off.
When he came back, he had a plate in each hand, setting one in front of you before sitting down himself.
“Thanks J.”
“No problem.”
Everyone broke off into their own conversations, sharing stories and making other plans for a later date that may or may not actually happen. Your cousin tried to convince you to go black Friday shopping with him but you laughed, shaking your head.
At one point during dinner, you saw JJ and your dad share a look and you glanced over at your mother who just shrugged, smiling as she looked down at her plate.
After dinner, everyone continued to talk amongst themselves and JJ stood up, gently grabbing your hand. “Come on. Lets get some air.”
You stood up from your seat with a little help from JJ before following him out the patio door into the well lit backyard your parents had.
You two sat down on the grass, you sitting in front of JJ, leaning against his chest, his arms wrapping around you as he rested his chin on top of your head.
“God, Im stuffed. I don’t know if I can eat another bite of anything tonight.” You sighed, head lolling to the side.
JJ chuckled. “Im sure that you’ll be going back for seconds in an hour.” You rolled your eyes as you pushed against him to scooch away but he tightened his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your neck. “No, no, no. Don’t leave me. Stay with me for a bit longer.”
You relaxed against him, your eyes closing as you spoke. “Hey, J?”
“Hey what?”
“What are you thankful for?”
“You.” He answered without hesitation.
You opened your eyes and smiled at him. “I’m thankful for you too.”
“You may be thankful for me but I guarantee you that I’m way more thankful for you, Y/n/n.” You opened your mouth to object but JJ cut you off. “You saved me, Y/n.”
You turned around to face JJ and he took the opportunity to move , letting himself positon himself so he was kneeling on one knee.
Your eyes widened as JJ reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.
“I want nothing more than to spend every Thanksgiving with you, wake up next to you every morning and then fall asleep next to every night, curl up next to you as you read a book or watch tv. I want to continue laughing as I see you struggle with a puzzle only to help you 20 minutes later and get frustrated with it myself or bring you a cup of coffee or tea or whatever the hell you want to drink as you refuse to walk away from the puzzle.” He rambled before sighing. “I want to spend every moment I possibly can with you so Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?”
You immediately grabbed JJ’s face, smashing your lips against his. The force threw off JJ’s balance, causing him to fall backward but he just wrapped his arms around you, clutching the box tightly in one of his hands.
When you finally pulled away, JJ spoke. “That was a yes, right?” he laughed.
“Yes, that was a yes.” You beamed.
“Can I show you your ring now and put it on your finger or are you gonna knock me flat on my ass again?” He asked as he sat up.
You nodded, letting JJ take your hand and place a kiss on it before opening the box and taking the ring out. He slipped it on your finger and brought his lips to yours again, placing a softer kiss on them this time.
You both stood up and looked towards the house, seeing your family looking out any window they could, laughing, clapping, and grinning as they watched the scene outside.
You blushed as you buried your head in JJ’s chest, embarrassed at the fact that practically your entire family watched you tackle JJ to the ground with that kiss. JJ chuckled as he grabbed your hand, thumb running over the newly placed jewelry on your finger.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
"Just so you know, Heyward didn't really need a jump. I just had to pick the ring up from him because you like to snoop."
You narrowed your eyes at him as you looked at the blonde's face. "I do not snoop."
"Oh, believe me. You snoop."
"No, you just suck at hiding things."
JJ scoffed. "That's a lie and you know it. Why do you think your name in my phone is Snoopy? It's because you snoop."
You shoved him lightly as you smiled. "Well, you're stuck with my snooping for eternity now, handsome. What do you have to say about that?"
JJ grinned as he pulled you closer yet again. "I say that I'm willing to put up with it. This just means I'll be better at hiding our future childrens' gifts."
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Muse
Artist! Sirius x gender neutral reader
Summary: For extra credit in Art sirius has to paint a portrait, but for that he needs a muse
Warnings: suggestive themes, nudity, swearing, no actual smut but leads into smut
*this is one of my longer fics*
*reader has boobs thats it*
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"Hello lovely," his voice was velvet, intoxicating.
"Hi Sirius, why am I here again?" You were in his dorm, he'd cleared his other roommates out for this specific purpose, you.
"I needed a muse."
"Yes but of all people... me?"
"Of course you. Have you seen you? Well it's quite unfortunate if you haven't but right now I need you to change."
"Into what?," he held up some sheets,"okay..?"
"Call me back when you're ready," with that he left. You stripped and wrapped the sheets around yourself best you could. Then knocked on the door.
He came back in hesitantly then came to you. "May I?" He asked, always so proper. You nodded and he adjusted the sheets so your collar bones and neck were on display, and you held some sheets in your hand the rest draped down your legs. Satisfied by his changes he uttered a quiet," beautiful."
He got closer with his easal first grabbing a pencil and doing some light planning before getting the paint. The planning was over as soon as it begun and he grabbed his paints. "Stay still now, love." He had always been fond of pet names whether dating or not. His eyebrows furrowed switing from you to the canvas. He took a deep breath and approached you. "Sorry but may I feel you? Just so I can paint with better accuracy."
"Oh yes, of course." His hand came up first to lightly caress your eyebrow, then the shape of your nose, plain of your cheeks. But before moving lower his eyes met yours, asking for permission, the look you returned gave him what he wanted. His thumb was first tracing the curve of the top lip, then his first finger felt the top lift gently. On this path he made his way to the bottom lip, his breath was deep, eyes mesmerized, you had put him under a trance. His hand removed itself from your lips sliding your jaw, thumb this time feeling your cheek. He leaned in before shutting then gap asked,"for the best accuracy, may I?"
"Please." Was all you could say and his lips melded to yours. Not wanting to change you position reluctance pulled back. His head dipped pressing a thank you from his lips to your neck, and returned to his canvas. After some brushes were added to his peice his brows furrowed again but unfurrowed after he licked his lips. Looking back at you with a smirk he kept painting. Always the lady's man.
The sun that had poured into the dorm room was wilting and you could Sirius was at least near a stopping point. "I believe it's dinner time," he said breaking the silence. "Let's pause for the day and finish this up tomorrow?"
"That works for me. But just so you don't forget by tomorrow," you yaked him closer pressing your lips to his,"for accuracy of course."
"For accuracy," he chased your lips but you reminded him of dinner and the fact that his dorm mates were going to want to the room back eventually. He listened only because you said so and finished packing his things as you dressed.
"Alright I'm off. Tomorrow same time?"
"Yes. And have a nice night love."
"You too." You shut the door but the feelings from what just happened never ceasing.
The following day you headed back up Sirius' dorm and he was getting his easel ready.
"Hello Y/n."
"Hi Sirius... should I change now?"
"Oh yes here," he said giving you the same sheet from yesterday. You stared at him for a moment waiting for him to leave. "Oh no love, no time for that today."
You sucked in a quick breath and got to unchanging. Shoes, then sweater, and before removing anything else you gave Sirius a shy look.
"What, need some help?" He gave into a quick laugh and turned to his paints.
Rolling your eyes you took off your shirt. He wasn't looking at you, at least you hoped he wasn't. You didn't take your bra off like you did yesterday and he noticed.
"Y/n," he trailed your name out a bit. And you turned to him, he was now sitting on his bed admiring the view before him. "Were you wearing that yesterday? We must keep the painting consistent." He had a evil tone is his smirk but he was making some sense.
You turned your back to him and held the sheet between your knees so you could grab it quickly. Your hands reached back and unclasped your bra, pulling the straps off your shoulders.
From where you angled Sirius shouldn't be able to see the secret of your chest. But that didn't do anything about him seeing your bare back, and that was enough.
A breathy,"Holy fuck," was emitted and you looked over your shoulder. He was still seated but now had a pillow over his lap. You pulled on the sheet the way you had it yesterday and he walked over to his easel. He walked strangly and it was like his hand was pinned to his thigh.
Before adding anything to the canvas he looked back at you, brows furrowed like before. "The sheet isn't right."
"Oh sure it isn't," you knew he just wanted to see what is concealed behind said sheet.
"No!," with a terribly big grin he said," I'm Sirius! It's not the same!"
"Funny. Now fix it." Once he took hold of the sheet you pulled your arms to your chest shielding it from his gaze.
He pulled the sheet completely off. "Arms Y/n." You didn't move. In a more warning tone he said," Y/n." And you pulled down your arms, exposing your breasts. He sprisingly didn't ogle, only a quick glance when he had to fit the sheet over them. "There we go", and he went back to paint.
Time passed and his eyes kept flickering to you and the canvas. With a sigh of content he said,"there. Done."
"May I see?"
"C'mon on over." You were amazed by his talent. You saw, well you. A painted copy of you. "Speechless?"
"Yeah. This is amazing Sirius, really." He let out a breath you hadn't been realized he was holding in.
"Y/n look at me." You turned around not realizing how close you both were. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on." His hands encircled your waist, bringing you closer. "May I enjoy your masterpiece."
Bringing your lips up to level his, you said upon them," you may." A kiss of passion was shared. As we're many more to follow in its place.
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hello everyone!!!! I've been awol for literally weeks because i had absolutely NO motivation to write but i finally finished this piece ˊᗜˋ so YAY. ALSOO thank you for following me, liking, and reblogging my pieces (it encourages me somuchsothankyouireallyappreciateit-- and remember reblogging really helps us writers :))) ) here’s a hug for all ur patience and feel free to send me asks or requests i love talking to you guys! ε(♡'-')з
summary: Harry keeps standing Y/N up. (request from @ballerinrry! thank u love)
warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and sex, angsty but with a happy ending cause for some reason i can never let them end on a bad note
Y/N was excited.
It had been a while since Harry had asked her to go on a date, it was always the other way around recently. She couldn’t blame him though, Y/N knew just how busy Harry always was, and it wasn’t like he was purposefully not asking her to go do things, he just had a lot on his plate.
That’s what she kept telling herself anyways.
It’s what she told herself when it had been 2 weeks since they had even eaten a meal together, and given the fact that just a few months ago Harry had come back to London for a while, that was rare. So, Y/N asked him to grab lunch on a Saturday while they were lying in bed together, and when he agreed, but failed to show up, leaving Y/N sitting at the cafe, her lips morphed into a frown and her eyes not focusing on the phone in front of her, she told herself he was simply booked up with meetings and studio time and such.
Thats what he told her when he got into bed that night to apologize for accidentally standing her up. She forgave him, of course, and suggested they could just get dinner the next week. He agreed, even walked around to his calander her to show her he was marking the date off in his calendar with a heart, her first initial, and 7:00 PM etched into the little box with red sharpie.
So, the week passed with quick kisses of good mornings and good nights, and while Harry was gone Y/N had on a black dress she had been excited to wear for a while now, with those little mini silver heels and a coat strung over her shoulders as she sat on her couch waiting for Harry to swing by to pick her up. She shot him a text that simply asked “You otw? xx”
He was not.
It took about 30 minutes of waiting on their couch to realize he was standing her up, again. And it took until the next morning for Harry to see her text (his phone had been on do not disturb while he was at the studio and he ended up spending the night at Sarah and Mitch’s after a few beers), and for the guilt to seep through his veins.
He apologized, again. And Y/N forgave him, again.
Only until it got to the point where Y/N no longer remembered the amount of times Harry had stood her up, for being at the studio, or sleeping after a meeting, or simply just not paying attention to his phone, she knew there was a problem.
Harry was fully aware of the problem too. He knew that this was no way to ever treat a partner, and if someone was doing this to him, he’d dump them— well, he’s never been one to end a relationship unless it was necessary, so that’s an exaggeration, but it’s the principle of the thing.
Which is why when he got home one day around 11 PM, gave her a kiss to the forehead after she sat up in their bed to give him a hug, and a soft “Can we talk?” escaped her lips, he knew he had to fix this. So he asked her if they could talk over dinner the next night, he just wanted to sleep but also wanted to fix things with his girl, asking her if she was free of course, before telling her he’s gonna make a reservation at that nice restaurant the two of them used to go to quite often, because “it’s been a while since I’ve taken my favorite girl out”.
A grin broke out on her face because he had asked her! And if Harry was planning it, there’s no way he’d cancel or stand her up.
So yeah, Y/N was excited.
She woke up that morning with a smile on her face, and something akin to a what she thinks a rainbow would feel like running through her veins. It had only been a few months since she’d last been on a date with her boyfriend of almost 2 years and a half in person, and she was going to make the most of it. Because after this date, things would change. They’d spend more time together again and it would be like this little bump (that neither had acknowledged) never happened.
Y/N did, well, everything to prepare. Took a long shower, shaved, put on that coconut lotion Harry likes— he tended to dig his face in her neck when he smelled it while holding her—, brushed her teeth more than 3 times, dug in her closet to find that one patterned soft purple dress she bought ages ago but never had a change to wear it, until now, put on those really cute heels Harry said he liked once (“Looks like something you’d wear on a runway pet, I love ‘em.”), and even styled her hair differently than normal.
He had told her he would swing by at 8 on the dot after the studio, and soon enough, it was 8, with no sign from the man who made the promise himself. Y/N thought maybe there was traffic, he was just running late, texted him a quick, “Can’t wait to see you!! xxx” and put her phone on the coffee table, waiting on their couch.
8 turned to 9, 9 turned to 10, 10 turned to 11, and soon it was midnight. Y/N doesn’t think she’d ever felt more empty than how she felt then, walking to their shared room of a year, slipping off her heels and tossing them towards the closet, as well as pulling her dress over herself and letting it fall to the floor behind her, grabbing that one t-shirt she always wears when she needs comfort (which just happened to an extra 2018 Live on Tour shirt Harry had laying around that she snatched just 3 months into them dating), and flopping into bed.
She couldn’t fall asleep, and instead spent her time curled up in their bedsheets, a steady flow of tears making their way down her blush covered cheeks.
。:°ஐ
Harry usually didn’t make mistakes.
Sure, he had his moments, grabbing the wrong coffee off the counter when his name was called at the cafe, forgetting to text Jeff that he actually couldn’t make it to a meeting that was scheduled in a few hours. Just little things, things that didn’t matter that much, and could always be fixed. He didn’t usually make mistakes that weren’t easy to fix. He just wasn’t that kind of guy.
Until, he was.
Harry loved Y/N. He loved having her around, loved spending time with her, loved loving on her, loved kissing her, loved touching her, loved the way she went about almost everything. He was so in love with her, that hurting her was out of the question. He never wanted to be the one to make her cry, make her bottom lip quiver before the tears rushed out like he’d seen many times before, due to movies, his songs (which as sadistic as it sounds was an ego builder to have someone so close to him so affected by the music he wrote), her school work, or even her friends that weren’t being so nice.
In fact, he was so in love with her, even being so afraid of commitment (it took him over a year of them dating to ask her to move in), all he wanted to do was blurt out those 4 dreaded words. “Will you marry me?” It was a bond for life, and he was terrified of that, but with Y/N all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his living days with her.
When Harry had come back from being in L.A. for so long and finally being in the same city as his girlfriend back at their home, all they did was spend time together. Every time he saw Y/N all he wanted to do was say those 4 words that he hadn’t even fully come to terms with himself. It was dangerous, and Harry’s self control when it came to Y/N was lacking, so he simply did was every normal person would do in his situation.
He stood her up.
Many more times than he could count, and of course he felt like the shittiest person in the world— shittiest boyfriend in the world—but at least now she can’t possibly be under the impression that he wanted to marry her, which is what he wanted. Or thought he wanted, until Sarah called him up one day after he had stood Y/N up for dinner the night before and told him off. Told Harry just how fucking terrible he made Y/N feel, how unwanted she thought she was, how she felt like they were loosing their relationship, and Harry didn’t know what to do with himself. (Of course Y/N had sobbed to Sarah about it over the phone while she was drunk off the wine she opened 40 minutes after Harry said he would be there, so she really didn’t even remember the conversation).
And later that day Harry had come home, heard her wavering voice asking if they could talk, and decided in his head he would tell her how he felt, how sorry he was, and how he wanted to be with her forever and love her forever if she allowed him. He had a few expectations for their dinner, that Y/N would probably tell him how he’s made her feel, and Harry would apologize, tell her why he did it, explain he thought it was no excuse, then tell her he plans on marrying her (obviously not proposing just yet, but finally bringing up the conversation they had never had even though they were in a serious committed relationship) and they’d go back home, have the most amazing sex ever, and forget about the whole thing.
What Harry didn’t expect was to get a call from Jeff around 5 asking him to come to the studio to fix few vocals, then end up nailing down 2 songs in one night, go to a bar with the band to celebrate, get drunk, then pass out at Mitch and Sarahs flat.
But that’s what happened, according to Mitch, who woke Harry up the very next morning.
“Good morning man, wakey wakey,” Mitch’s teasing tone echoed through Harry’s (what felt like full of vodka) brain as he groaned and squinted his eyes. “Why are you waking me up at this hour in the morning?” Harry asked drearily, sighing and simultaneously regretting last night as a whole because the last thing he wanted to do while hungover was be up before at least 9 AM.
“We’ve gotta go to meet with Jeff about tour in like a hour, H” Mitch stated .
At Mitch’s words Harry sat up on their couch, eyes wide in fear. “Wait mate, I thought tha’ meeting was on Wednesday.”
“It is Wednesday H, god how drunk did we let you get last night…” Mitch said, beginning to recount some of Harry’s antics the night before. Harry however, couldn’t hear a thing with the blood pumping through his ears. If today was Wednesday, that meant yesterday was Tuesday, and he went and got trashed at a bar with his friends Tuesday night when— when he was supposed to be on a date with Y/N, when he was supposed to confess his intentions, when he was supposed to apologize for standing her up over and over, yet instead he went and did it again.
Now this, this was a mistake.
“…H. H. Harry? Are you there?” Mitch’s voice came back into focus and Harry shook his head. “I- fuck, I was supposed to take Y/N out last night.” Harry said, his voice trembling.
‘I’m sure she’ll forgive you, it’s just one night.” Mitch tried to make Harry feel better. He knew Y/N was a very forgiving person, she would get over this in no time.
“No, she won’t. I-I’ve stood her up for the past month and a half, Mitch.”
At these words, Mitch stands straight up making pained eye contact with Sarah in the kitchen who was overhearing most of this conversation with her eyes wide. She had no idea it was this bad. “Month and a half? I thought it was just that one time a few weeks ago, Harry what the hell is wrong with you?” Harry simply shook his head and didn’t reply. He had absolutely no idea how to make it up to her. “I-fuck, I don’t know Mitch!” Harry raised his voice. “I need to see her and apologize, now.” Harry said, standing up and rushing over to the front door and slipping on his shoes.
“This meeting is mandatory Harry, as much as I want you to see her too, she’d probably still asleep, and I don’t think this can be solved in under an hour.” Mitch said calmly, already knowing Harry was close to walking out his door. Harry stayed silent for a moment, weighing the options. Either go apologize to his girlfriend, or prioritize himself over her again.
“We can do it another day, I’m sorry, but I have to go see her, tell Jeff I feel sick.” And he walked out without another word.
。:°ஐ
The morning after Harry stood Y/N up again was brutal.
She stayed up all night, replaying moments with Harry in her head, analyzing if he wanted to be there with her, wondering if maybe he felt like he had to stay with her out of pity. It was torture, and the pain seemed to turn into numbness as time went by, and eventually the sun came up, and she stayed in bed, her motivation lost.
A loud crash and “Fuck!” woke her up, swollen eyes fluttering open to the invasive noise. Y/N furrowed her brows, her mind connecting everything that happened yesterday and unfortunately reminding her of the unbearable pain she went through the night before. A groan escaped her lips as she sat up and flung her legs out of her bed sheets that had been flung off the bed in the middle of the night. She began grumbling to herself as she made her way downstairs, ready to tell Harry off for making so much noise.
Her mouth stopped moving, and instead remained in limbo as her eyes met Harry’s. His mouth opened to speak, but his words were caught in his throat as he saw the state she was in. It was when her mouth pressed into a line that he could begin talking. “Y/N, baby, please I know you don’t wanna see me or talk t’me right now but I’m so fuckin’ sorry, love. So so sorry, it was an accident, I went t’ the studio to fix a few things then got hung up on the songs and by the time we went to celebrate I completely lost track of time, and I was too drunk to drive home so I crashed at Mitch’s.”
Her mouth fell open at his words. Everything was happening too fast. Hearing that he stood her up to drink at a fucking bar to celebrate himself, then coming home and accidentally knocking over a glass in their kitchen (which she put together was the crash earlier after seeing the shards of broken glass on the floor) frustrated her to no end. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him any longer, and Harry had stopped talking after realizing what he just admitted to her. Without another glance, instead of looking at Y/N’s tear stained face, all he saw was her back, walking up the stairs to their room.
“Fuck,” He said to himself before following her up the pink stairs. “Y/N, love wait-please, I’m so sorry, I just need to talk to you, I need to explain myself, please.” He begged as she shut their bedroom door in his face, his voice turning into a desperate whine at the end.
。:°ஐ
It’s been 3 days since then, and she hasn’t spoken to him. He would leave in the mornings, kissing her forehead and mumbling an “I love you” and telling her exactly what time he’d be home, before leaving and coming back on time to find an empty plate in the sink and her lying in their bed, whether it be reading, scrolling on her phone, or typing on her laptop. He would apologize many times, reaching his hand out for hers and she would simply situate herself in their bed and lay down, back turned to him.
Harry just couldn’t take it anymore.
It was when she had finally let him kiss her forehead goodnight that he decided to take his chance. “Y/N.” He spoke softly, with no response or anything to indicate she heard him. “Baby, can we please talk- or I’ll talk and you listen, I just- I really need to say some things.”
She was still faced away from him when he leaned against their headboard and he decided to keep going.
“I- um. I’m sure you know how sorry I am, but I really am- sorry I mean. Not just for tonight but for every other time I’ve stood you up. I’m so sorry for not showing you how much you matter to me, and how much the things you do matter to me.”
It was then that she slowly sat up next to him and looked at him, eyes begging him to continue. He blushed at her intense eye-contact that he had barely gotten over the past few days and took a breath, opting to look at his hands fidgeting in his lap.
“We’ve been together for 2 and almost a half years, which is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and it’s no excuse to treat you this way, but I had just been thinking about how things progress even further than now,” He coughs. “Which is marriage, and when I finally came home, all I wanted to do was ask you to marry me- I don’t- m’not proposing right now, I just- I got really scared because wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone is crazy to me,
I’ve never thought that way about anyone else until you, I didn’t even really want to get married before you, and I started to distance myself before I ended up telling you this, but obviously that blew up in my face.” He chuckled a bit, locking eyes with her unreadable ones for a moment and lifting a hand to run through his hair. “What I’m trying to say, is that I love you, so so much, and I plan on marrying you— obviously if you want to too, of course— and I’m so sorry for trying to make you think that I didn’t care about you anymore or love you any less, because it’s the complete opposite of that.”
His eyes were watery now, as he started down at his interlocked fingers, and his eyes widened when her hand was gently placed over his own. “Harry,” Y/N began. “Look at me, please.”
His head lifted to see her facing him, her brows knitted and a small smile on her face. “I forgive you, okay? I could tell you were kind of scared of commitment when we first started dating, and I wish I could say your reason for standing me up is surprising but it’s not.” They both chuckled a bit at this. “I- I’m still upset at you, I need you to know that, because 2 months of thinking the love of your life is avoiding you doesn’t feel all too great, so you suck for that,” she said, planting a quick kiss to his cheek which quickly turned pink. “But Harry, even if you asked me to marry you a year ago I would have said yes. I love you, so much, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you as well. I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment, it was… unnecessary and immature. So, thank you for apologizing. I love you.” She confessed again.
“S’okay, I deserved it, and I love you too. Maybe even more. So um, we’re okay?” Harry asked, a hopeful smile on his face.
She nodded with a smile and pulled him into a much needed hug and pulled away only for him to bring her into an even more needed kiss. “If you ever try to pull that shit again, I’m breaking up with you.” She laughed and he tackled her into the sheets hiding his face in her neck.
“Duly noted, love. Duly noted.”
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Feysand babysitting
*Cassian walking into Feysand’s living room.*
“Yo, team Feysand. I need a favour”, says Cassian.
*Feyre who’s sitting on Rhys’s lap raises an eyebrow.*
“Feysand?”
“Yeah, thats your couple name duh.”
“No one calls us that”, says Feyre who gets up to hug him in greeting.
*Azriel walks in with Gwyn and the twins*
“Everyone calls you that”, says a chuckling Gwyn.
*twins run dashing in with Cassian and Nesta’s daughter Nara.*
“Uncle Rhys!”, Caitrin, Ryna and Nara shriek as they launch themselves at Rhysand.
“And I am instantly forgotten,” says Feyre with a wry smile. The girls adored Rhys who spoiled them rotten, joked around with them constantly and literally did whatever they asked. The man simply could never refuse them.
*Nara comes running to Feyre and hugs her tight*
“We could never forget you aunt Fey.”
*Feyre chuckles and kisses her niece on her head*
*Azriel drops a bag with the girls stuff and hand Rhys a list of everything in case of any emergencies*
“This list is four pages long, you mother hen”, says Rhys with his eyebrows raised.
“Follow it to the dot.”
*Gwyn rolls her eyes at her mate*
“Thanks again for babysitting the girls.”
“No worries, go have fun on your anniversary.”
*Cassian hugging Feyre from behind*
“Please take my offspring too. I have a surprise planned for Nesta today. I’ll get you chocolate cake Feyre.”
“You don’t have to bribe me to spend time with my niece Cass”, snorts Feyre.
*Nara gestures Feyre to bend down so she can whisper in her ear, Feyre smiles at whatever Nara says with amusement in her eyes*
“Actually I change my mind, you can get us Levee’s chocolate mud cake”, says Feyre.
*Nara pulls on Feyre’s dress again and whispers in her ear again*
“Actually get the triple layered Mud cake.”
*Rhys and Azriel laugh as Cassian offers a mock glare to his daughter*
“I’m onto you kiddo.”
Nara just smiles and offers her dad a flying kiss.
*He reaches down and pecks her cheek before leaving whereas Gwyn and Az hug their girls goodbye for the day.*
*several piggy back rides later*
“Alright girls, Aunt Feyre says its time for Lunch.”
“But Uncle Rhys, we’re having so much fun”, says Riya.
“Ah yes, but we need sustenance to continue said fun.”
“But we’re not hungry uncle Rhys”, says Nara who was eagerly waiting for her turn again.
“Pity, then”, said Rhys, “because I was going to teach you to waltz this afternoon, and you certainly can’t do that on an empty stomach.”
*Three sets of eyes grew wide*
“Really? Dad said I cannot learn until I’m ten”, said Caitrin with excitement clear on her face.
Rhys gave the girls one of those devastating half smiles, “we don’t have to tell him, do we?”
*The girls collectively squealed and hugged Rhys*
“Oh, Uncle Rhys, I do love you”, said Riya fervently.
*Feyre who’s been watching the entire fiasco sighs as she walks towards Rhys who has just seated the girls at the dinner table*
“And another one falls. Seems no woman is immune to your charms.”
*he pecks her on the nose and he hugs her*
“How lucky that I fell under the spell of one.”
“Lucky me”
“Well yes but I wasn’t going to say it.”
*Feyre swats his arm*
*The girls, Feyre and Rhys bake cupcakes together after lunch and have them when Mor contacts Feyre*
Feyre, we need you to come to Illyria and meet with the generals of the female legions. They need to discuss a few concerns.
“I’ve got to go to Illyria, Mor needs help with the generals.”
“I’ve got them. Go do your thing love.”
“You’ll survive?”
“Strongest highlord babe. Nothing I can’t do.”
“Ah yes and the king of humility”, Feyre rolls her eyes and kisses him goodbye.
*the girls hug her bye and ask her to come back soon*
“So do we learn how to waltz now?”, asked Rhys.
“Uncle Rhys, we have to look pretty when we dance”, says Riya
“All of you look pretty always.”
“But we need make up and dresses!!”, says an excited Nara.
“Oh I see.”
*Rhys summons them a make up collection and several dresses, the girls then proceed to play with the make up but then demand that Uncle Rhys also look pretty with make up*
Rhys frowns, “but I’m already pretty.”
“Yes but you’ll be even more prettier!!”
*so then the trio decides to smash some purple eyeshadow on Uncle Rhys’s eyelids so that they can match his eyes. Some hot pink blush being brushed on his cheeks and loads of lipgloss*
*Rhys then begins to dance with each of them in their dresses, then Caitrin and Nara decide to practice with the flute and piano while Riya plays catch with Rhys in the background*
*several hours later*
“What the …”, says an astonished Cassian besides a surprised Nesta.
*Azriel, Gwyn, Feyre and Mor walk in behind and stop in surprise too*
“Daddy shhh, uncle Rhys is sleeping.”
And yes surely there was the high lord of the night court slumbering and snoring on the couch…. With make up on his face.
*The girls had tucked a blanket around him when he fell asleep on the couch playing charades with them.*
“What did you do to your uncle Rhys sweety”, asked an amused Nesta.
“We were playing charades and he was supposed to act out sleeping beauty, he layed down and then just never woke up again.”
Cassian had his fist to his mouth, trying and failing to control his laughter. Mor didn’t even try, she just barked out a loud laugh and went to get her camera. Azriel chuckled as he picked up the girls in his arms and kissed them hello. Feyre walked to her exhausted mate, brushed his hair back and kissed him on his forehead.
“Strongest highlord brought down by three little girls.”
Rhys just snuggled his face into Feyre’s side and snored some more.
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