#they always pair them before the first movie or during the middle and i’m like

[supernovafics]

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k words

warnings: explicit language, fluff

summary: in which you and steve are not the best at keeping everything a secret

author's note: this is basically like three blurbs thrown into one thing<3 enjoy<333

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Spring 1986

It only felt right to end the night at Third Street. That diner was your and Steve’s go-to place; a home away from home, in a sense. 

You two were way too dressed up for the informalness of the diner where the usual attire consisted of hoodies and sweatpants, or simply pajamas depending on the time of night. But, neither of you really cared that you looked sorely out of place with your black dress and Steve’s white button-up and nice black pants because you were still on cloud nine from the date you two had gone on— a “first date” that was cheesy and dumb, just like you wanted it to be. 

The restaurant you went to a few towns over was almost too romantic with a candle sitting in the middle of the white cloth covered table and pretty classical music softly playing over the speakers throughout the entire place. You both smiled and laughed and attempted to play a sort of game where you limited the conversation to only topics that would typically come up during a first date. It immediately became an almost impossible game to play because you two knew pretty much everything about each other and it was hard to think of “first date questions” to ask that you didn’t already know the answer to. You two ended up talking about high school Biology for way too long until you gave up on the game entirely and spent the final half of dinner talking about anything. 

And then after sharing a slice of cheesecake that was probably the blandest cheesecake either of you had ever had, you went to see a horror movie. It had been out for a while, so there was barely anyone else in the theater and you had an entire row to yourselves, which almost immediately led you two to doing things that didn’t involve actually watching the movie. Although Steve did make it a point to shield your eyes and protect you from the scariest scenes of the movie, like, he stated, “Any good date would do.” And because he was much worse with scary movies than you, you did the same thing for him. 

“Should we get actual good dessert to end the night?” You had posed with a smile on your face after the movie ended and you two walked hand in hand to Steve’s car. 

“Milkshakes from Third Street?”

You nodded at him. “My thoughts exactly.”

You two sat on the same side of the booth like always and shared a strawberry milkshake instead of getting separate ones, and you also decided to get a plate of onion rings to share too. 

The diner was fairly empty for the most part, and the few people who were scattered around paid no attention to the two of you. Until a familiar face walked in— Eddie, and his bandmates right behind him.

He noticed you two immediately and started walking over to the booth you were occupying while Gareth and Jeff went to grab a table. “I’m guessing your dates were shitty if you’re both ending the night here.”

Hearing him say that made you remember the excuse that you both told him and Robin earlier in the week about why you’d be unavailable Friday night; you both had dates. It might’ve seemed too weirdly coincidental, but it had actually been something that happened a bunch of times before. Therefore, when you told the lie to Robin and Eddie, neither of them questioned it. And you really didn’t expect to see either of them tonight.

You nodded at his words. “Yeah, the dates were really bad. We got back home around the same time and then decided to come here.” 

Eddie slid into the booth and tilted his head at the two of you. “How intense were these dates? You’re both so dressed up.” 

“Um, my guy took me to a fancy restaurant,” You said as you avoided his eyes and decided to focus on the near-empty plate of onion rings.  

“And I went to a different fancy restaurant,” Steve said, and you immediately bumped his knee under the table.

Eddie laughed a bit. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I saw you in a button-up, Harrington.” 

You looked up at him again and there was something about the lazy smile on his face and slight flush of his cheeks that made you finally notice he was a little drunk, which made you inwardly sigh in relief. If Eddie wasn’t slightly inebriated in this moment, you were almost certain that he would’ve seen through the entirety of your lie. There was one empty milkshake glass with two straws sitting in front of you and Steve, and his jacket was draped across your shoulders because the cardigan you were wearing over your dress did nothing to keep you warm.  

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to come to Third Street— a place that all of your friends would always go to as well— when you both so obviously looked like you’d been on a date with each other, and were pretty much still on one. However, Eddie didn’t seem to connect those dots, and you were grateful.

“So, how was your gig at The Hideout?” 

“Pretty good. Now we’re getting celebratory french fries,” He told you, smiling. “You guys wanna join? We can push another table together.”

“Yeah, we should.”

“No, it’s okay.”

Your and Steve’s responses came out simultaneously, but they both went unheard because Jeff calling out Eddie’s name and waving him over to their table also happened at the same time.   

“Come over if you guys wanna,” He said as he slid out of the booth and started walking away. 

You looked at Steve. “I think it’ll look weird if we said no.” 

“I think he’s too drunk right now to notice anything weird.” 

“Okay, yeah, that’s true, but still,” You shrugged.

“I think we should head home,” Steve said as his hand found yours under the table. “Watch TV and fall asleep on the couch.”

The thought of that happening right then sounded perfect to you.

“Ah, yes, just like an old married couple,” You smiled. 

He smiled back at you. “Exactly.” 

Barely thirty minutes later, you two were in your shared living room, sprawled out on the couch in your pajamas with a blanket draped over your tangled legs that were stretched out on the coffee table. A random episode of a sitcom played on the TV and you could already feel yourself starting to fall asleep. But, it wasn’t until Steve wrapped an arm around you and you buried yourself into his side that you did. 

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“Oh, wow. Who mauled you?” 

You didn’t expect that to be the first thing Robin said to you when you walked into Family Video, but it was, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her question. 

“What?”

She leaned over the counter and made a gesture to your neck. “You’re like covered in hickeys right now. I wish I had a mirror to show you.” 

“Oh, fuck,” You mumbled, dropping your bag on the counter and heading to the bathroom in the back. It was labeled as “Employees Only,” but of course, that rule didn’t apply to you. 

You flicked on the light and then looked in the mirror, quickly noticing the dark red marks on your neck. You were immediately reminded of Steve and what you two had been doing in his car after you both went to the class that you took together. It was a twenty-minute makeout session that only felt like five, and it abruptly ended because he had to leave for his shift and you had to head to your last class. You both had been so close to simply ditching your responsibilities for the rest of the day and letting yourselves continue to makeout in his car; and honestly, if either of you had suggested the idea, the other would’ve happily agreed. But, you had a quiz to take and Steve didn’t want Robin to have to fend for herself for the night, so you eventually, and reluctantly, pulled away from each other. 

You had taken a glance in his mirror before you left his car, and your neck didn’t look half as bad as it did now. 

Robin peaked in, watching you inspect yourself in the bathroom mirror. “When did this happen? Also, it wasn’t with the guy you went on that shitty date with last week, right?” 

You met her eyes in the mirror for a brief second before looking away. “No, not him. It was just… Some guy that I’ve been doing a project with for the last couple of weeks. And it was like two hours ago, right before my last class. I stupidly have not looked in a mirror since,” You were practically mumbling through your lie. “Does it look really bad?”

“Oh, um… No,” The way she said her words didn’t convince you in the slightest. 

“Shit,” You said as you slipped past her and headed back to the front. 

Robin shrugged behind you. “At least it was good, right?” 

You thought back to that moment in Steve’s car. The awkward turned position you both were in the entire time was uncomfortable and annoying, but it didn't really faze you too much because, yes, the whole thing had been really, really good.

“Yeah…” You said, glad she couldn’t see your face right then, and read into your growing smile. “Yeah, it was good.” 

“I would love to hear more about him, by the way.” 

You were about to make up some lying excuse about how this nonexistent relationship had already pretty much run its course, but then Steve was emerging from the back storage room with a stack of tapes in his hand, and that grabbed both your and Robin’s attention. 

“Hey,” He smiled at you and then immediately noticed your neck, eyes widening a bit. “Oh, your… Your, um–”

“She had a very steamy makeout with this guy from her class earlier,” Robin filled him in.

Steve looked at you. “Oh. Oh, nice. That’s cool.” 

“Yes, very cool, and not at all annoying that he decided to give me hickeys like we’re Freshmen in high school,” You deadpanned and gave Steve a look that you hoped he picked up on. “I’ll be right back. I think I have a hoodie in my car.”

You rummaged through your bag in search of your keys and then walked out of the video store once you found them, the door chiming behind you. 

“Do you think it’s serious?” Robin asked after a second.

Steve looked at her. “What?” 

“Her and the guy?”

He looked away then and decided to focus on the tapes he still had in his hand. 

“Oh, um, no, probably not,” He shrugged as he placed the tapes on the counter. 

“I don’t know,” Robin singsonged as she walked around Steve to place a movie that someone just returned on the cart. “Having a hot makeout session in the middle of the day seems at least a little serious.”

Before he could think of anything to say to that, you were walking back into Family Video, now wearing a gray “Hawkins Basketball” hoodie, and it managed to cover your neck, for the most part. 

Robin simply looked at you for a few moments and then nodded. “That works. Kinda.” 

“I’m glad my stolen hoodie can come in good use,” Steve said, smiling at you. “I would also love to get it back one day.”   

“I stole it because I like to support your old basketball team sometimes. Go jaguars or whatever it is.” 

“Tigers,” Both Steve and Robin said at the same time.  

“Got it,” You said with a quick nod. You joined them behind the counter and started looking through some of the movies on the cart. 

Steve began alphabetizing the tapes he set on the counter and Robin started doing something on the computer. 

The door chimed barely a minute later, and a middle-aged woman came in asking for some help. 

“It’s my turn, I know,” Robin mumbled to Steve before he could say anything, and she plastered on a fake smile as she walked over to the woman. 

When you were certain she was out of earshot, you gave Steve a look. “Hickeys? Seriously? Your makeout privileges have been revoked until further notice.”

“I think that’ll hurt you just as much as me.”

You only rolled your eyes at him in response.  

“Besides,” He said as he reached over and pushed down the part of your hoodie that was covering your neck. “I think they’re kinda hot actually.”

You shooed his hand and then looked over to where Robin was to make sure she wasn’t looking at the two of you. 

“Just give me a heads up next time, so I don’t walk around looking like an idiot for two and a half hours.”

“I will,” He nodded. “And I swear I didn’t mean to leave them. You just have such a pretty and kissable neck is all.” 

You were laughing as you rolled your eyes at him again. “Always such a charmer.”

“And you love it,” He whispered, grinning at you, and of course you nodded.  

“I’m gonna give you a bunch of hickeys when we get home tonight,” You told him, voice matching his quiet tone. “And since I’m a nice person, I’ll do it in a place that no one will see.”

Steve was nodding immediately at your words and his response came out low. “Can’t wait.”

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It probably wasn’t the best idea for you two to sit right next to each other at the movie theater, but it just felt like second nature to do so. 

Whenever you and Steve brought the kids to the movies, you two always sat together at the end of whatever row they decided on, sharing your own bucket of popcorn and trading candy back and forth. 

Now things were obviously different, and as you sat next to each other in this moment it felt just as such too.

You desperately wanted to hold his hand and kiss the back of it, or push up the armrest that sat in between the two of you and settle your head against his chest as he wrapped an arm around you. You wondered if Steve wanted the same things as you; if he was feeling just as affected as you’d been for the past forty minutes. 

Being this close to one another in a dark setting that definitely could’ve warranted a kiss or two or more, but not being able to do anything about it, made it way too hard to focus on the movie. If asked, you would not have been able to explain any of what had happened so far. 

You turned a bit to look at Steve and when his gaze met yours, he gave you a look that told you that his head was in the exact same place as yours. You quickly looked away from him to avoid impulsively doing something that would’ve entirely given away the secret you two shared. 

He leaned in close to you, pretending to whisper something in your ear, but sneakily pressing a quick kiss to your cheek instead. That was when you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed a breather.

You quickly stood up, placing the popcorn bucket in your lap on the floor, and then slipped past Steve. You walked out of the theater and into the empty hallway, leaning back against the wall with a breath of a sigh. 

The thought of simply staying out here until the movie was over didn’t sound like a horrible idea to you right then. It would feel much better than sitting in a theater and “watching” a movie that you hadn’t been paying attention to, while also fighting the urge to do anything with Steve. 

The sound of the theater door opening caught your attention and after a second you saw him. 

“You okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I just keep thinking about the last time we were here, a couple weeks ago, and how we spent more time kissing than actually watching the movie.”

Steve smiled. “That was a great night.”

“Yes,” You nodded and laughed a little at his words. “And I really wish we could do that now, but obviously we can’t.”

Steve was quiet for a second. He glanced down both ends of the hallway to make sure no one else was around before he stepped toward you, hands reaching out to grab your waist. “We can out here.”

Before you could respond to that— perhaps with a half-hearted “We shouldn’t” or simple head shake— he was slowly slotting his lips against yours. You had seen it coming, but it still managed to surprise you a bit and you softly gasped against his mouth. You were kissing him back immediately, though; your arms coming up to circle his neck and pull him closer to you. He lightly pressed you back against the wall and you couldn’t help but smile. 

It all lasted only for a second, though, because the sound of the theater door opening again pulled you both out of the little haze you were in, that place where no one else existed except for you and him, and you quickly moved away from each other. 

Dustin walked out into the hallway and his eyebrows immediately furrowed at the two of you. “What are you guys doing out here? You’re missing so many good parts.”

“We were, uh, talking about getting more popcorn,” You said. “Do you want some too? Or maybe more candy?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m okay. Lucas was talking about running out of Skittles, though.”

“Okay, we’ll get some more of that too.”

“Move fast or you guys are gonna miss everything.”

“Got it,” Steve said, nodding. “We’ll be back in like five minutes.”

Dustin pointed to the watch on his wrist. “I’m holding you to that.”

He turned to head back inside the theater, and when the door closed behind him, you let out a sigh. “I don’t know why I said popcorn. We really don’t need more. I’m pretty sure our bucket is still mostly full.”

“I think it’s kinda funny how we’re somehow getting worse at keeping this secret,” Steve said, a small laugh falling from his lips. “The Eddie thing, the Robin thing, and now this.”

“It’s barely been two weeks. We’ll get better, eventually. Maybe.”

“Or we can just tell everyone.”

You shook your head. “Not yet.”

You weren’t entirely sure why you were being so hesitant about it— especially when things between you two felt so right— but Steve didn’t question it or try to see what was up with you right then. 

“Okay, we can just discreetly hold hands for the rest of the movie.”

You smiled. “I wanna say we shouldn’t push our luck right now, but I also would love to hold your hand.”

He kissed you quickly and the abruptness of the action made you laugh a bit. You were then grabbing his hand and leading him to the concessions so that you two could stand in the short line and get another pack of Skittles for Lucas. 

When you were back in the theater and in your seats— attempting to solely look like just two best friends once again— he found your hand after only a few moments, interlocking your fingers and placing your joint palms in his lap. You turned to look at him and gave him a small smile, fighting the urge you had to place a soft kiss against his lips. 

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let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

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[dizscreams]

HEY!! can i request jack champion with a girlfriend that’s like rlly introverted? like she can and will put off any juman contact as long as possible and hates having to ask for help cause she thinks she’s bothering people? ty in advanced 🫶🫶

HI YESYES!!

Without You — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion x fem!reader

A/N: The requests were kinda the same so I just grouped them together heheee lowk reader and Jack are the definition of lalala and okokok in this 🤭

TAGS: @evanpeterswifeyy868 @ashlesys-blog @xyzstar @teyamsgirll @c8rdigan @aqellano @wenvierismycomfort @wekiamo @beary-rambles @aesthetixhoe @mbankfav

From first glance you and Jack seemed like polar opposites. He liked going out and meeting new people and you preferred to hold his hand and listen to their conversations. Jacks never minded it, he thought it was adorable. You were glad he was understanding about it because you always felt like you were holding him back, since you preferred listening over talking. What’s even worse is that small things like asking for a favor or speaking your mind made you nervous.

Regardless, he was always there to reassure you through it all.

Now you weren’t an actor you were just dating Jack, but you still got invited to big dinners and sometimes hangouts. You would hangout on set sometimes and during that time you got to befriend Devyn and Jenna. You weren’t as close with anyone else, but that didn’t stop them from inviting you to stuff. They liked your presence and that made you happy.

You didn’t always want to go out, most of the time it was just for the sake of spending time with your boyfriend. He had a busy job, which you respected, but it got lonely sometimes. So as long as you got to have his company you didn’t complain.

What happened today was a perfect example of a small thing that made you extremely nervous. The group had decided to go to the movies and you agreed to tag along. When waiting in line to get in you held on to your paper ticket tightly in one hand while the other was playing with Jacks sleeve. “You okay?” He asked you softly.

You smiled at him gently and nodded, he smiled back and continued to talk with Melissa and Mason. You tapped your foot on the concrete along to the beat of the song that was playing in your air pods. Well, Jacks AirPods. You left yours at home and your boyfriend graciously let you borrow his. You smiled at the memory. He was just so caring.

You guys made it inside and grabbed your snacks. When you finally made it into the actual theater, right on time for the previews, Mason had accidentally sat in your seat next to Jack. Jacks seat was at the end of the row so you couldn’t sit on the other side of him and you definitely weren’t going to tell Mason he was sitting in your seat. You looked at Jack, who was too busy getting comfortable to notice the small mixup, and slowly headed over to where Mason was supposed to sit.

You sat in the middle seat that was between Jasmin and Jenna. You gave them an awkward smile and sat down before glancing over at Jack. He gave you his sad puppy dog eyes followed with a pout and you gave him an apologetic look. ‘Sorry’ you tried to mouth to the boy, but he just cocked his head in response. You guessed he couldn’t make out what you said so you pulled out your phone and texted him instead.

I’m sorry for not sitting with you.

Jack <3 It’s okay, ml. Why aren’t you?

Mason accidentally sat in my seat lol

Jack <3 OH want me to ask him to move?

No, it’s okay.

Jack <3 What???

I don’t want to bother him 🤷‍♀️

Jack <3 Baby, you wouldn’t be bothering him. I promise.

It’s fineee don’t worry about it

Jack <3 Are you sure??

Ofc just enjoy the movie :)

Jack <3 Okay, I’m gonna miss you though :(

It’s two hours??

Jack <3 That’s a long time??

You smiled to yourself and turned off your phone so you could pay attention to the movie that was now starting. You were glad you had a loving and understanding boyfriend like Jack. But while you were content with the situation, Jack was not. He wanted to touch you and hold your hand. He wasn’t that clingy, he just missed you. So, he did the only logical thing he could think of.

Ask Mason to move.

“Psst”

Mason gives him a dirty look, “Dude what?”

“Can you move? You’re in my girlfriends seat,” Jack said giving him an innocent smile.

“What?”

“Dude just switch with her, pleaseee!” he begged.

Mason rolled his eyes and got up. You saw him walking up to you and you panicked a bit, you wondered if you did something wrong.

“Jack wants me to switch with you,” Mason told you sounding slightly annoyed. You looked at Mason then you looked over at a grinning Jack. You tried to hide your smile as you got up muttering a small, ‘Thank you’ to Mason before heading over to your boyfriend. You sat down and he immediately kissed your cheek.

“I thought I told you I was fine,” you whispered.

“And I told you two hours was too long,” he responded smugly.

You sighed and shook your head, smiling. What would you do without him?

IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT AND LAZYYYY! I wasn’t sure how to go about this but regardless I hope you enjoyed. If you want more shy reader I’d totally be down to do it this was cute 🤭

#SHORT AND SWEETTT #not proofread #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫 #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion imagine #jack champion fluff #ethan landry

[proqhetic]

Could you write your head canons for what dating Lottie would be like? Sorry it’s basic this is my first time requesting 😅

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ ꪆৎ ˚ ⋅ dating lottie matthews hcs

cw: nsfw at the bottom, blood

when your relationship is just starting out, i think lottie would be extremely shy or reserved

i don’t think she has a lottttt of experience (compared to say jackie or nat), and she’s always kept to herself more, so she’d be extra cautious about not messing this up or making you uncomfortable in anyway

trusts you with the “weirder” sides of herself that she’s usually too embarrassed to show around others and you only love her even more for it

she’s so cute WAAAJSHAHSKFHAGJ

will do the pinky thing when she wants to hold your hand where she just lightly pokes your hand with it before you just full on take her hand in yours 😭😭

“lottie, we’re already dating. you can hold my hand.” “i just— i wasnt sure!” she defends herself while grinning, taking your hand in hers

her main love language is definitely gift giving!! she’ll gladly shower you in gifts and presents everyday if she knew it would make you happy

if you mention in passing about an expensive pair of shoes you’ve been eyeing for a while now or a funko pop of one of ur faves just dropped, expect to see it nicely wrapped in a bow on your bed by the next day <3

expect her to go ALL OUT for valentine’s day, christmas and your birthday in terms of surprising you with presents and parties.

matching halloween costumes are also on the agenda

cannot cook to save her life this point should just be canon (will try to cook breakfast in bed for you and fail miserably)

sleepovers at her house after soccer practice!!! you’d sit on the bleachers and watch her during practice with heart eyes like those cheesy high school movies while you wait for her

so. many. forehead kisses. (that height difference mmm)

light sleeper — (esp pre-dating) frequently wakes up in the middle of the night and has trouble falling asleep. your presence alone has been such a help,, she’ll have an arm wrapped around your waist or fall asleep tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder while u play with her hair > <

but the second you crawl up to pee in the middle of the night you come back and see her awake and staring back at you all groggy and pouty hhjshdjehs

asks nat how to create a mixtape just so she can create one for you with all the songs that remind her of you

slips you those stupid post-its in class with the checkboxes that are like

“ hey.. i think ur pretty cute :) date tn? ▢ yes!! ♡ ▢ no :( ”

even though it’s been like a good few months into your rs

⚠️ — nsfw

secretly a freak but wbk… let’s be honest here!!!!

loves whispering the filthiest things in your ear when you guys are out with your friends just to see you get all worked up and flustered

that paired with her evil grinnn oh when her fangs poke out MMMMNNCMSBV i’m going insane

speaking of fangs… biting your lip/neck until she draws blood (vampire!lottie you will always be famous)

sooo whiny. non stop whimpering. even draws them out because she knows how much hearing her turns you on

needs to build some confidence around you and get over that embarrassed start but could definitelyy be the dom one if she wanted

sleepy sex is her favourite >_< waking up to two of her fingers already inside you as she greets you with a drawled “good morning babyy” and a chaste kiss as she adds a third finger in

#WE ARE SO BACK #lottie things 💭 #.nsfw #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #lottie matthews smut #yellowjackets smut #anomz

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Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & KO / @thirteenisles

Tagging: @smileysvech @pyotrkochetkov @hoesforthecanes @hockeywritingcollection

Relationship: Andrei x Kat

Warning: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids). Cum play

Summary: Flashback to the first time Kat and Andrei fuck without a condom.

Word Count: 5.8k

Comments: Tiff and Katie asked for more Kat and Drei, so they get more Kat and Drei! (Also I know we’re all secretly happy sad that the Canes are eliminated so here’s a little something to cheer people up) Hope you guys enjoy!!! 

(c) nat g. 2023 // do not repost, do not claim as your own

March 2022

No matter what, if Andrei wasn’t playing on a Friday or Saturday night and he was home, they always had a movie night. Kat always looked forward to those days, getting Andrei all to herself after a long week of hockey, one of the few days she didn’t have to share him with the city of Raleigh, not that she was complaining, they both loved the city, the fans, and their passion. But it was nice to have him all to herself.

This week they were watching What’s Your Number. Kat picked it out. Andrei wasn’t exactly paying attention but he grasped it was another romcom. How could he pay attention when Kat was in nothing more than a pair of his boxers and one of his Canes shirts he outgrew and it had been over a week since he last felt her sweet pussy around his cock.

They had been on the road and when he tried to sneak out to see Kat in the middle of the night Jordo had walked him back to his room. He tried desperately to convince Jordo to let him go, but there was no negotiating with him. It was the night before a back to back and Jordo didn’t need their star up all night because his girl worked for the team.

But the joke was on Jordo because he was up late anyway sexting Kat all the things he was going to do to her once they got back to Raleigh.

But, because the universe was a cruel being, he strained his groin during the second half of the back to back. It wasn’t bad, just a tweak, but Kat shooed off his every advance since.

“You need rest,” she said.

“I don’t want you to over work yourself,” she said.

“It would be worth it, Kisa,” he said, but she wouldn’t have it.

Which brought them to Friday, spending their night off watching What’s Your Number on her living room couch, more than a week since the last time he had her.

It was a good movie, or good background sound anyway. He saw it out of the corner of his eye as he watched Kat. Her skin was warm as he rested his hand on her knee before dragging it upward, his thumb rubbing soft circles. He was young, wound tight from hockey, and he finally got the girl he had been after since he entered the league, of course every chance he got he was going to try to get some.

She had picked the movie, but it was secondary to him. Everything was always secondary to him. They had been together, officially, for just over a year, but, God, she could never get enough of him. It was crazy how she could go from indifferent toward him to insatiable. But he had truly and irreversibly wiggled his way into her life.

Not that Kat complained as she let her legs part a little more to give him more room, which he greedily accepted as he trailed his hand higher on her thigh till he found the edge of his own boxers.

“Drei,” she whined softly, her voice was like honey. “We’re supposed to be watching the movie.”

“I’m watching something better,” he hummed, his accent thick before he leaned in and softly kissed the exposed skin of her neck. She smelt like the vanilla bodywash she had been using and he wanted to drown himself in her scent. Kat tilted her head to give him more room and she hummed softly, her eyes fluttering close. “It’s been too long,” he added, even if it hadn’t been, his voice muffled by her skin.  

“Well, that’s not my fault,” she replied. “You’ve been sore from the game.”

“I’m not sore anymore,” he told her and nipped at her jaw before he smoothed it over with his tongue.

She let out a soft moan before she turned towards him and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she straddled his lap, pressing her hips into his. “No? You’re not sore anymore?” She asked and brushed her lips over his, humming as she teased him.

He caught her lips in a proper kiss, shamelessly gripping her ass to pull her closer as he moaned into the kiss. “Not even a little bit.”

She rolled her hips against him. “That’s good,” she hummed before kissing him deeply. He was never going to get enough of her lips and his fingers dug into her ass as he tried to pull her closer. She was his girl. His woman.

Kat could feel it as he hardened beneath her and she continued to grind down on his cock, moaning into his mouth the harder he got. “Sure you’re still watching the movie, sólnyshka?” He teased and his lip twitched up as he slipped the tips of his fingers past the band of her shorts.

“What movie?” She replied with a smirk before she nipped at his bottom lip, and he breathed a laugh before he kissed her again, gently kneading her ass.

Kat was gentle as she gentle dragged her nails down the back of his neck and she giggled when he shivered, but her giggle turned into a breathy moan as he brushed his fingers over her clothed pussy. It was his turn to chuckle as he slowly rubbed her, feeling the heat of her through the shorts, his shorts. “What? Not laughing anymore, sólnyshka?”

“Right there, Drei,” Kat moaned softly, her nails softly digging into his skin.

“Oh, here?” His touch was light and he purposely ignored her clit, wanting her to beg for it. Kat, his Kat, was so strong and assertive and he loved when she told him just how much she wanted him, just how much she needed him.

She kissed him again, rocking her hips against his hand as she tried to move his fingers to where she wanted them most. He bit her lower lip hard enough to make her whine and smirked as he releases it, “tell me where, sólnyshka.”

“Touch my clit, Andrei,” she whined. “Please.”

He hummed as he smirked and leaned back to give himself more room before he slipped his hand into the front of her shorts. He groaned at how wet she was, running his fingers over her slit before he rubbed soft, lazy circles on her clit. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”

“Only for you, Andrei,” she moaned. He was the only man that could make her feel this good.

“I need to taste you,” he groaned as he circled his finger over her entrance. “Been too long since I’ve had my mouth on your sweet pussy; spent the whole roadie dreaming of your taste, Kisa.”

“Yeah?” She bit her lip, “you know what I want from you?”

“What, Kisa?” He hummed, just barely pressing his finger into her as he ate her alive with his eyes.

She leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear, her voice soft as honey, “I want you to cum inside me tonight.”

He froze and his jaw went slack as his cock throbbed. She didn’t— He had to have heard her wrong. Fuck the thought alone had him squeezing his eyes shut with a moan as he imagined how warm and wet and perfect she would be around his bare cock. “Kat,” his voice was broken. “You’re serious?”

“Very much so,” she whispered and pulled back to look at him, dragging her nails down the back of his neck. “I want to feel you, all of you. I want to feel you cum inside me, want you to fill me up till it leaks out,” her voice was soft as she twirled a piece of his hair between her fingers.

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled in Russian before he kissed her deeply, tangling his fingers in her hair to pull her closer. “You feel what you do to me, Kisa? Feel how hard you make me?”

“Yes,” she breathed as she rocked against him. “Fuck, yes, I do.”

“Fuck, all I want is to sink into you and fuck you right now, feel your sweet perfect pussy around my cock. But no.” He had to taste her first and he pulled his hand from her shorts and lifted them to her mouth, brushing her wetness over her lips. She wrapped her lips around his fingers, her eyes fluttering shut as she sucked them clean. “Good girl,” he murmured before he kissed her deeply, licking the taste of her off her tongue.

She moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips against his, “take me to bed, Andrei.” He didn’t need to be told twice and he easily stood up, both hands on her ass as he carried her to bed to have his way with her.

“Oh—” Kat gasped when Andrei dropped her on the bed. He looked at her for half a second before he slipped his fingers into the band of her shorts and pulled them down her legs and he groaned when he finally got his eyes on her. It really had been too long.

His shirt was next to go and he tossed it aside before he knelt between her legs and pushed her shirt up. He was never going to get tired of just looking at her, she was so beautiful. His gaze alone makes her shiver in delight. He always made her feel wanted. His touch was gentle as he ran his hand up her calf. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured and kissed just above her knee.

“So are you, Andrei,” she said and she propped her head up a pillow so she could see him better.

He sucked a mark onto her inner thigh and smoothed it over with his tongue before he looked up at her, “you think I’m beautiful?”

“Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, handsome,” she listed as she ran her fingers through his hair, and he was quick to kiss her inner wrist.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered in Russian and kissed her before she could question what he said. Her Russian was getting better, but some things would remain secret, even if she hated his little Russian secrets. “Should I give you another hatty?” He asked against her lips. “Make you nice and wet for my cock?”

“Whatever you want Andrei. I’m yours,” she replied and tried to pull him closer.

“Okay, Kisa,” he kissed her again before he began to trail his lips down her throat to her chest. He knew she didn’t like visible marks, but he left one about her collarbone before he trailed his tongue down her chest and around her nipple. “Fuck your breasts,” he groaned and playfully nipped at the soft flesh.

She let out a loud whine, “oh god.” He was so attentive and made her feel like she was on fire in the best way and when he looked up at her with those dark eyes she literally melted.

“Just me, Kisa,” he smirked and flattened his tongue over her nipple before he blew softly. “You should stop wearing clothes around the apartment.”

“But then I’d never get any work done,” her voice was breathy as she tried to laugh.

“Oh, I think we’d get plenty done,” he smirked and took her nipple between his lips and he used his fingers to give her other equal attention. His hands were so big they completely cover her breasts but he loved it, he loved every inch of her body from the beauty marks on her face, to the freckles on her chest, the dimples in her thighs, and scars on her knees. He loved every part of her. Every part of her was perfect and he was thankful to have any piece of her. He was always going to show her just how much he loved and appreciated her and he sucked gently on her nipple before he switched sides, ensuring they received equal attention.

“Fuck, Drei…” she moaned his name softly. She felt herself get even more wet as he worshipped her breasts.

He moaned against her skin, eyes closed as he focused, grinding his hips into the bed to get a little relief for himself. She made him so hard, she always had. He had been into her since day one, she drove him crazy in the best ways. But now that he had won her over, she felt the same. She couldn’t get enough of Andrei.

Slowly he pulled back and dragged the trip of his tongue down her stomach as he settled between her legs. He’d spend all day and night there if she let him. He blew over her clit and chuckled when she whined, “you are so wet for me.”

“Only for you,” she told him quickly. He was the only one who could get her worked up like this.

“Only me,” he repeated and bit her inner thigh hard enough to mark. His, he thought.

She gasped, but he soothed it over with his tongue before he eyed her pussy, the corner of his lips twitching up. He looked up at her and pursed his lips before he spat on it. She didn’t need it, she was wet enough, but he always loved the sound that left her mouth and the way she flushed when he spat on her pretty little pussy.

It was a half strangled gasp and half moan that left her lips and she arched her back as she reached down to thread her fingers through his hair. “Drei,” she moaned and tried to push his head down.

“Patience, Kisa,” he told her, looking up at her again as he slowly licked up her slit. She tossed her head back as she moaned loudly and she didn’t mean to, but her legs closed around his head as he circled the tip of his tongue around her clit.

It would be an honour to be suffocated by her, he thought, face buried against her pussy. Not a bad way to go at all.

She tugged his hair and reached behind her to grip the pillow, needing something more to hold onto. No one ate pussy like Andrei Svechnikov. No one.

His eyes closed as he focused on her clit and only on her clit, swirling his tongue around her bud as he sucked softly, driving her absolutely crazy before he dipped his head down to fuck her with his tongue, nose buried in her sweet cunt so the only thing he could taste and smell was her. It was obscene the things he could do with his mouth. And moaned against her like she was a meal sent from heaven just for him, enjoying it almost as much as she was.

She ground her hips against him and he only pulled her closer as he tried to bury his tongue deeper in her, his hands gripping her thighs, digging his fingers into her skin. Andrei loved to mark her up, loved to litter her skin with reminders of who made her feel good, who worshipped her body. He wanted everyone to know she was his, that he was hers.

It wasn’t like they weren’t so obviously together. Everyone knew she was his, but he just loved seeing the bruised road map of what he did to her the night before; he loved to retrace his lips over the marks the next day and remind her that he was the only one who could make her feel this good, and that no other man could or would.

Slowly he looked up at her, his brown eyes darker with lust. His cock was aching to be in her, but he wanted her to cum on his tongue first, needed her to cum on his tongue first. She was close, he could feel it as she fluttered around his tongue. “Oh, God, Andrei, please, baby,” she got out between broken moans.

He hummed against her and switched back to focusing on her clit, sucking as he traced the tip of his tongue over the bud just the way she liked. “Oh fuck— oh fuck.” Her moans got louder the closer she got until she came hard, her grip tightening on his hair as she rolled her hips against his mouth, moaning so loud it echoed in the room.

Andrei groaned as he felt her cum against him and he slowed his tongue to draw it out, his eyes closed in concentration. He truly would never get enough of her taste. He could drown in her cum and it wouldn’t be enough. When her grip loosened on his hair, he forced her legs wider and dipped his tongue down to gather her cum and he moaned louder at the sweet taste of her before he focused back on her clit. One wasn’t enough for him. One was never enough for Andrei, he needed at least three or maybe even four. He needed to have her shaking and pussy sensitive from his tongue.

“Jesus, fuck, Andrei,” she moaned and tried to close her legs out of sensitivity, but he was so much stronger than her and he pulled back as he forced her thighs open, a smirk playing on his cum coated lips before he pinched her clit between his fingers, making her squeal. “Oh fuck no— Ah—” was all she managed to get out because she was so sensitive and he knew how easily it would be to make her cum again.

“No?” He repeated and pinched her clit again with a smirk, his tongue darting out to lick over her cum coating his lips.

She gripped the sheets underneath her, so incredibly close and when he did it again, she came with a loud “fuck!”

He swallowed as he watched her and slowly rubbed her clit to draw her high out. “Again? So quickly? Oh, Kisa,” he hummed but he smirked as he watched her with hungry eyes.

Her thighs shook from the intensity of it and she bit her lip and whimpered, “so sensitive.”

“So soon?” He teased. He had only given her two and he knew she was capable of many, many more than that. Kat nodded, her skin flushed, but he wasn’t done with her, not yet, and he continued to softly rub her clit as he looked up at her.

She could feel her high building again from his lazy rubbing of her clit and she whined softly, her hips bucking into his hand. It was good, but she needed him to fuck her, needed him to fill her up.

“Andrei please,” she begged and he laughed against her thigh before he bit it again, leaving another mark in her soft perfect skin.

“Tell me what you need baby? Tell me what you want?” He knew exactly what she was after, but he wanted to hear her say it again.

“For you to fuck me,” she begged, lifting her hips. “I want to feel you.”

“Yeah? Want my cock in your tight little pussy, sólnyshka?” He bit the inside of her other thigh, happy to cover her in reminders of him.

Her voice caught in her throat before she nodded. It was a wonder she once considered herself to be a dominant before he ruined her. “I need your cock,” she told him breathlessly.

“And I need my hatty,” he hummed as he continued to rub her clit. Just as soon as she gave him another. She was so soft and wet under his touch and he quickened his fingers as he laid his other arm over her hips to keep her still.

She came with no warning, tugging his hair as she struggled against the arm over her hips as she clenched around nothing. “Please,” she whined as she rocked her hips up. “Want to feel your thick cock, Drei. Want to feel you cum and fill me up.”

He crawled back up to her, wrapping his hand around her throat, and he smirked as she arched into him, her eyes momentarily fluttering shut. “And you’ll get to feel it, you’ll get to feel all of me,” he told her and pressed his hips to hers as he kissed her deeply.

She moaned loudly into his mouth. It was the most she had ever felt him. He usually pulled back to get a condom, giving her but a moment of his cock resting against her, but not this time. This time it was a promise for what was the come and she hooked her leg around his hip and pulled him closer.

He rutted against her as he controlled the kiss. “Mine, all mine,” he muttered between kisses, his cock easily gliding between her folds.

“All yours,” she agreed and roughly gripped his shoulders, dragging her nails across his skin. “Andrei, please.”

“I got you baby, I got you.” He kissed Kat again before he sat up, wrapping his hand around his cock and he stroked himself a few times before he tapped his cock against her clit. “You ready?”

She nodded and reached down to cover his hand with hers to guide him to her entrance, fluttering at the feeling of his tip against her. He slowly pressed into her, his eyes rolling back as he swore in Russian. It was so much better than using a condom, she was so tight, warm, and wet and fuck—

He really had to think of something, anything, else because he’d cum too soon.

Her leg tightened around his hip and she moaned loudly as she fluttered around him. There was no barrier between them, just them, just him, buried deep inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulder as she tried to pull him closer. Even nothing between them wasn’t enough, she needed him closer.

He gripped her leg and hiked it over his hip to get himself deeper, moaning as she clenched around him and he started thrusting slow and deep, his eyes closed as he focused on the feeling of her alone.

“Yes, God yes,” she cried, her back arching as she closed her eyes. He filled her in the best ways, in the most indescribable ways.

“Fuck.” He could barely think of anything other than how good she felt around him. He muttered in Russian how good and perfect she was. She could only understand bits and pieces, but she opened her eyes and her pussy clenched at the sight of him. Andrei’s chest was flushed, his eyes squeezed shut, and his lips parted as he moaned, completely lost in the feeling of her. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen.

She couldn’t help but pull him closer and kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth. “Feel so good, Drei,” she told him dreamily. “So fucking good.”

“Kisa, you feel like a fucking dream,” he groaned, kissing her again. He’d never tire of her lips.  

She moaned in agreement and bit at his bottom lip. She loved how absolutely wrecked he is. “You gonna cum for me, Drei? Gonna cum in my pussy?”

“Not until you cum first,” he replied and bit at her bottom lip, watching as it slapped back against her. “I wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

She nodded and trailed her hand down to her clit but before she could touch herself, Andrei knocked her hand away to rub her clit, groaning as she clenched around him. He was so close and he bit his lip to control himself. She needed to cum first. He needed to know the feeling of her cumming on his cock.

“Come on, Kisa. I want you to cum, want to feel your pretty pussy cum around my cock. Want to see the bliss on your face and hear my name rolling off your tongue,” his voice was breathy as he thrusted harder, deeper.

Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders and he knew they’d leave a mark but he didn’t care, he loved it, loved when she got possessive over him enough to mark him. “Don’t stop,” she told him breathlessly. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop, not gonna stop till you’re cumming around my cock and I’m filling you with my cum and—” he cut himself off with a bite of his tongue. For a brief moment he couldn’t help but think and knock you up.

His hips stuttered as he thought it, eyes momentarily dropping down her body. Kat could see it in his eyes and it sent her over the edge, her nails raking down his back as she came hard, her eyes rolling back with a long moan of his name.

Andrei squeezed his eyes shut and his hips stuttered as she clenched around him, her cum dripping down his balls, but he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She will always cum first. Always.

She could feel her high start to roll into another and she dug her heel into his lower back to try to get him closer. “Fill me up, Drei,” she moaned, her voice breathless in his ear.

He leaned down and kissed her lazily, so close it only took a few more thrusts before his hips stuttered and he filled her up with his cum. He moaned loudly into her mouth and she hungrily swallowed it and she tried to pull him closer as she came again, moaning just as loud as she fluttered around him. She was so warm, so full, so good, he thought, and when he broke the kiss to rest his forehead on her shoulder, his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

Kat was gentle as she rubbed his shoulders. “God,” he groaned as he rested more of his weight on her.

“Feel good?” She laughed softly and gently ran her fingers through his hair.

“So good,” he agreed and he kisses her softly. “You’re so good.”

Kat smiled into the kiss, “you liked it a lot?”

He could only hum. He’d stay in her all night if she let him, but he didn’t want to crush her, so, as much as he didn’t want to, he gently pulled out, both of them wincing at the loss. “I loved it,” he told her.

She frowned at the loss of him and when he rolled onto his back, she rolled with him, pressing herself up against his thigh. “I did too,” she confessed.

“I think we’ll have to do it again… in about… ten minutes,” he grinned cheekily next to her.

“Ten minutes?” She bit her lip and lightly ran her nail down his chest, smirking as his muscles clenched under her touch. “You’re slacking. I thought one of the pros to dating younger was a fast rebound time.”

“Listen woman…” he gripped her chin and made her looks at him. “Your pussy is magic and sometimes it quite literally drains me away so maybe I need a few extra minutes.” Kat scrunched her nose up in disagreement, but it didn’t last long as he slid his hand down in between them, the tips of his fingers brushing her clit. “But that just means I have to pay you more attention in the meantime.”

Kat’s smirk fell as he brushed her clit with the tips of his rough finger. She was really sensitive and his fingers were big and rough and she instinctively rolled onto her back to give him more space, but he wasn’t after her clit. No, he shifted down till he was between her legs and he smirked as he looked up at her. His cum was leaking out of her. “Well we can’t have this…” he said before he scooped their cum on his fingers and pressed it back into her. “Gotta keep this inside you.”

Her breath caught in a gasp and she clenched around his fingers. He didn’t want her to waste his cum. And just when she thought he couldn’t get any hotter he proved her wrong as he licked his lips and he looked up at her, “can’t have it go to waste, right, Kisa?”

“No, we can’t,” she agreed and let her legs fall open more. She bit her lip as she watched him, “I wonder what it tastes like, your cum mixed with mine.”

He hummed and his gaze alone made her shiver. “Guess we have to find out,” he told her and he slowly pulled his fingers out and looked at her as he sucked his fingers clean. He moaned at the taste before he pressed them into her again and pulled them out and held them out to her. “How about you have a taste and be the judge.”

Kat hungrily took his fingers and her eyes closed as she licked them clean with a satisfied moan. “Tastes good right? You and me together?” He asked as he pulled his fingers from her mouth with a lewd pop and kissed her deeply, licking the taste of them from her mouth.

She moaned louder and pulled him flush against her. She could feel he was hardening again and she rolled her hips into his. “Very good,” she agreed.

“Yeah?” He asked as he took himself into his hand.

“So very good,” she repeated, holding his gaze and he guided himself into her again.

“The fucking best,” he agreed, his accent heavy. She moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbours heard through the window he left open. “I could spend the rest of my life buried in your sweet pussy,” he said softly in Russian. “You’re all I want; all I’ve ever wanted.”

He figured all she could pick up was maybe a few words, but he was wrong. She had been learning Russian, lessons stolen she could, and she understood every word he said. “You’re all I want, too,” she repeated back to him between thrusts and pulled him impossibly closer.

They were practically fused together, him buried so deep, and all he could smell was her, sweat and sex. He was more rocking into her than anything else, so close and intimate and she was so close again, so desperate to cum again. He was so deep, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. He was gonna fill her up again, make her cum.

“Drei,” she moaned as she clung to him. “My Drei.”

“Yours, Kisa, I’m yours,” he moaned, so close himself, but she had to cum first.

It only took a few more rock of his hips before she came again, moaning into his neck. It wasn’t as strong as her other highs, but it was still good, so intimate, and it was enough to send Andrei over the edge as well. He spilled into her with a loud moan of her name and filled her up with his cum. It was so good, so warm, and she didn’t think she could go back now that she had fully had him.

He let out a shaky breath and slowly rested his weight against her before he kissed her softly. “I love you so much,” he whispered against his lips.

“I love you more,” she whispered back.

He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Impossible,” he breathed and kissed her again before she could argue. She hummed against his lips. She’d let him have it this time. He certainly loved her longer, but she fell harder.

After a few moments of basking in the afterglow he pulled out, shushing her softly before he got up and headed to the bathroom to start a bath for the two of them to clean them up. “You good baby?” He asked when he came back, stroking her cheek.

“Very good,” she smiled sleepily at him as she leaned into his touch. “But I don’t think we’ll be needing any more condoms.”

He raised his eyebrows as he bent down and easily scooped her up in his arms, “yeah? No more condoms?”

“No more,” she hummed. “I don’t want anything between us anymore.”

He grinned as he sat her down on the edge of the tub. “I can get on board with that,” he said and quickly tested the water to make sure it was warm enough before he gently placed her in the water. He followed a moment later as he settled behind her. “I’ll throw the condoms out later.”

“Or you can just give it to the rookies,” she offered, making him laugh.

“Oh, Kisa, that’s generous. But none of them will be able to fit,” he laughed as he let his hand rest on her stomach.

She laughed with him. “An even better reason to give it to them,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Tell them they’re too small for you.”

He laughed louder as he nodded. She truly was the one for him. “I’ll toss them out like confetti.”

“You do that, big boy,” she smiled and rested her head back against his shoulder. She hummed when he kissed her cheek and he smiled to himself before he lathered a cloth up with Kat’s vanilla bodywash and began to wash her up. He was gentle as he ran the cloth over her; he was always so gentle, always cherishing her body, thankful for every time she let him touch her.

He started with her arms as he went up to her shoulders before he dipped under her arms and down her chest. He paid special attention to her chest as he washed her, and when he smiled at her whimper, she gave his chest a shove. His laugh made her chest warm and he held the cloth in his hand as he looked at her, so incredible in love with her.

Once they were both clean, he helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a fluffy towel. They both brushed their teeth before they used the bathroom and Andrei helped Kat to bed, her towel forgotten on the floor in favour of his arms.

She could still feel his cum leaking out of her, but it only made her smile as she snuggled closer, a piece of him still buried inside her.

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LOGAN HOWLETT - BONDING MOMENT

A/N: Here I am, once again, with another chapter. Chapter 8, my friends, is here and it is still sweet. I will not spoil anything, just read and enjoy.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: explicit thoughts?

Summary: The students get to know Y/N a little more.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 3700+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Seven

LOGAN HOWLETT - BONDING MOMENT

Nothing interesting had happened since that night at the bar. Logan helped Y/N get back to the school and to her room. He laughed at her silliness, which caught him by surprise. Logan wasn’t the guy to laugh around. He was usually stoic and grumpy. But there were some lingering touches here and there. And yet, their bodies were like two opposite magnetic poles, pushing away. The moment she closed the door, he sighed - relieved he didn’t do anything stupid but also sad that the night was officially over. 

The days went by. Logan and Bobby joined the Professor in Washington for another conference. The President wanted to meet Charles during a banquet. They were gone for a few days. Jean and Scott were still away with Remy and Hank. The school got quieter when some students went home for the weekend. There were only some kids that had a supportive system back home. Many of them were alone in this cruel world.

On Sunday, the day before Y/N became a teacher, she and JJ were sitting outside on a bench near the pond. She took him out to spend some time with him. He snuggled closer to her side. The weather got colder. Heavy clouds appeared in the sky. Halloween was approaching, and the students were excited about the celebration. 

“It’s going to be so much fun,” Jerome said with a wide smile. “I’ve heard you have to make your own mask. It’s a contest, you know?” he was ecstatic. “Everyone does it. The best masks will get some rewards. It’s mostly candy. That counts as a prize.” 

“Wow,” Y/N said with a chuckle. She was glad that the boy was happy at the school. “Have you been thinking about what you want to become? Or would you like some suggestions?”

He shook his head. “No, I think I know what I want to be. I’m not telling you. It will be a surprise.” 

“A surprise, you say? Alright, don’t tell me anything. I want to see what you will make,” she patted his head. “Otherwise, are you happy here? Do you have everything? Do you need anything?” 

He thought about it for a second. “I have everything. They gave me clothes and school supplies. Jean told me to ask for anything. But I can always come to you, right?” 

“You can always come to me, Storm, Kitty, or Logan,” she said. “You can even see the Professor and talk to him. He’s the one who created this school. He’s a good man.” 

JJ nodded. “Listen,” he turned his head to look at her face. “A few nights ago, I think I heard you giggle in the hallways in the middle of the night.” 

Y/N blinked, and she bit the inside of her lip. “Yeah,” she nodded and cleared her throat. “I went out with some of the teachers. We had a lot of fun that night.” It was half true. She omitted the part where she got drunk. 

He poked Y/N into her shoulder. “I’m eleven, I’m not stupid,” he said. “You were with Professor Logan. I heard you talk. Well, you laughed more than you talked.” That was true. Logan walked her back to her room. They talked, she giggled, and then the night was over. “By the way, he’s awesome.” 

“Yeah,” she smiled, nodding. “Does Logan teach you something?” 

“We have one history lesson a week with him. I like the subject a lot. History is fascinating. Plus, he knows so much about the First and Second World Wars. He gives us so much information and details. As if he was there. He’s strict, and we cannot misbehave, but I enjoy the lesson.” 

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said with a smile. A shiver ran down her spine. The wind got colder. “Let’s head inside and have a cup of tea. I think it’s going to rain. Or Storm is having a bad day, and she changed the weather to fit her mood.” 

JJ laughed. He stood up first, grabbed Y/N’s hand and helped her up on feet. He held her by the forearm as they walked inside the school. When she scanned his face again, she noticed the bruises were healed and almost invincible. He looked healthier. It made her heart warm. 

As they walked down the hallway, Y/N heard a whimpering sound. It was soft, girl-like. She frowned. Instead of going to the kitchen, she followed the sound. The boy was confused. He opened his mouth to ask where she was going, until he heard it too. 

Y/N walked to the lounge room, where she found a young girl sitting on the window still, silently crying. She was JJ’s age. She had curly hair and glasses on her nose. Her skin was light brown. 

Carefully, Y/N approached her. She didn’t want to scare her. “Hi,” she used a gentle voice. “Are you alright?” The girl's puffy brown eyes looked up. She shook her head and continued to cry. “Oh, come here, sweet angel,” she said. Her arms spread, and she waited for the girl to accept her hug. 

Surprisingly, the girl was immediately hidden in her arms, weeping into Y/N’s leather jacket. Y/N stroked her curly hair lovingly, letting her take her time. JJ took a seat on the couch and silently watched. 

“You can talk to me if you want?” Y/N said after another minute. “Did something happen? Has anyone been mean to you?” 

The girl's tiny fingers brushed away the hot tears. “My parents haven’t visited me for three months now,” she confessed. That broke Y/N’s heart. “They brought me here, and I never saw them again.” Her voice was low, sad. “They hate me for what I am.”

That statement broke Y/N’s heart. She understood the girl’s pain. Her loved ones gave up on her because she was a mutant. “What’s your name?” 

“Nova,” she said. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Y/N’s torso, holding her close. 

“Nice to meet you, Nova,” Y/N said with a smile. She rested her head on top of the girl’s. “Tell me, what is your mutation?” 

“I, uh,” she hesitated. “I can scream very loudly,” she said. “It can damage your hearing.”

Y/N tilted her head to the side, thinking. “Sonic screaming,” she said out loud. “That is an interesting mutation, Nova. You have powerful vocal cords, and I’ve never met a mutant with this ability.” It wasn’t a lie.  

Nova lifted her head and finally looked at Y/N. “You think so?” 

“Yes,” she said with a brighter smile than before. “Every mutation is unique, and so is yours. With learning and more information, you will master your ability and know how to properly use it. All you need is time, patience and practice.” 

Y/N’s goal was to shift the girl’s attention to something else. It was evident that Nova was agonising over her parents’ neglect. That’s why Y/N wanted to gain her trust, and maybe she’d feel more comfortable around her. 

“What is your mutation?” she asked. 

“I can create protective forcefields,” Y/N explained. “I am still trying to learn more about my mutation. I’ve heard the term Flyrokinesis, but some call it Flyrogenesis.”

“Is there a difference?” 

“Yes,” Y/N nodded. “Flyrokinesis means you can only control force fields. When you can create them, it’s called Flyrogenesis. I can do both.” 

“That’s so cool,” Nova sighed. “You can do so much good with your mutation. I only hurt people,” she said. Nova pushed away from Y/N but remained sitting by her side.

Y/N chuckled a little. “Well, it’s not as it seems. I hurt with my ability, too. It was unintentional, but it happened. That is why we need to practise and learn about our mutations. So we won’t hurt people again. We can use our abilities to do good.” 

“My mutation is elasticity,” JJ joined the conversation. He picked the right time. Nova’s eyes turned to him. “The people that fostered me thought it was disgusting,” he said. “Now I think my mutation is unique.” 

Y/N’s eyes moved to the boy. This was new information. He had never said anything about his parents before. Now she knew why. He didn’t have parents. He was in foster care. Even there, he wasn’t loved. Y/N wanted to run to him and hide him in a tight, loving hug.

“My parents have sent me here and never came to see me or take me home for the weekend,” said Nova. “I deafened my father in one ear,” she confessed. “He never looked me in the eyes again.” And she started to cry again.

“Nova?” another soft voice said from the entrance to the room. “Are you okay?” 

Y/N found three other girls standing at the door, watching them. The oldest girl could be thirteen. All three were different. One of them had cat-like irises. The mutation must have caused it.

“Yeah, I’m just talking to…” she turned to Y/N, not knowing her name. 

“My name is Y/N. This is JJ,” she pointed at the only boy in the living room. “Would you like to join us?” she showed at the empty couch. 

The girls walked inside and sat together. They introduced themselves, too. Jamie, Olivia and Kyra were friends with Nova. They all shared a room on the second level. At least these girls were the support Nova needed. 

Y/N and Nova moved to sit next to JJ. “You are the new professor?” Olivia asked Y/N. 

“Oh,” it caught her by surprise. Did the Professor announce it already? “Yes. I’ll be teaching English and Literature starting tomorrow. I got a few classes a week.” 

“Really?” JJ’s eyes brightened. “That is so awesome!” 

Y/N nudged his shoulder. “Thanks, buddy. I’ll be teaching you too, you know? We’ll have literature together on Tuesday and English on Thursday.”

“You haven’t been here long, have you?” Olivia asked. Her long blond hair was braided from the top of her head. She had colourful bracelets on her wrists. “I’ve been here for a year and noticed you a couple of times these past few weeks.” 

Two teenage boys walked into the lounge room. They stopped in their tracks when they found the place occupied. “Sorry,” one of them said. “We thought we’d be alone here at this hour.” Before he could finish it, another two boys walked in. 

Y/N raised a brow. Already ten people in the room. “What time is it?” she asked no one in particular. It took another five minutes, and another six children entered the room. 

“You’re the new teach’,” one of the older boys pointed a finger at her. “Cool,” he smirked. 

“I guess the word is spreading faster than you know,” Y/N mumbled under her nose. 

“No, she’s the one who saved Jerome,” a girl said as she sat in an armchair. She was at least fifteen years old. 

“I guess you have a reputation, Y/N,” JJ laughed when the kids around them started to talk about Y/N as if she was not there. 

The woman raised her hands into the air to stop the debate. “If you want to know more, you need to ask the source - that’s me. Please, stop discussing me as if I was not here, okay?” One after one, they nodded their head. “Great. Let’s start again. My name is Y/N. Do you have any questions?” 

“What is your mutation?”

“Is it true you will be our new teacher?” 

“Did you throw Professor Summers out of the window a few days ago?” 

That last question made her laugh. Obviously, they knew something happened. This was the perfect opportunity to talk to the students and know them better. She lived there for some time now. It would be nice to be part of their lives, be there for them. As she kept looking at it, she realised all these children stayed at school for the weekend. Some of the faces were familiar to her. They never left the school the whole time she lived there. 

They all had one thing in common - their families gave up on them the moment they discovered how different their children were. 

A frown appeared on her face. “Do you ever go home?” she asked gently. She wanted to know how many of them still had their parents.

They all shook their heads. “No,” said one of the oldest boys present. “Some of us have families on the other side of the states. Most of us are here all the time. They gave up on us.” 

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N sighed. “I know how it feels to be pushed away from your family. Mine got rid of me, too.” 

“Sure,” one of the girls scoffed. 

Y/N’s eyes found hers. “They locked me in an insane asylum because I… I killed my own little sister with my mutation,” she admitted out loud. “It was the first time I used the ability. Until that moment, I didn’t know I was a mutant. My mutation is forcefield manipulation. Even though it is a protective ability, I managed to kill my sister with it.” 

It was hard to admit it in front of a group of children. Y/N concluded it was better to tell the truth than to lie. What if Scott would open his big dumb mouth, and the kids would fear her? No more lying.  

“My parents put me into an insane asylum because of it, and they never came for me. Well, I believe they’d rather see me dead. I escaped the asylum and joined a group of terrible people. My decisions were not the best. I’m not proud of that part of my life.”

“Y/N was locked with me in a lab where they experimented on us,” JJ chimed in. The kids turned their gazes at him. He sounded like a grown man. “She was already there when they brought me in. I helped her escape. Later, Profesor Logan and her came for me and saved my life.” 

The silence that surrounded everyone was heavy. Some kids lowered their eyes to the ground, others closed them. They didn’t know what to say or if to say anything at all. The topic was heavy. Some could relate, and others were lucky to not experience anything tragic. 

“I get how you all feel,” Y/N said. “I know what it is like when the people you love get rid of you like you’re an old, used toy. I understand you feel betrayal and pain, even anger.” Her hand found Nova’s hand, and she squeezed it reassuringly. “But look where you are now. You all ended up in a school for mutants, where you’ve been given a second chance for a better life. This place is your home. People here care and want the best for you. I dare to say that this is your new family.” 

More silence followed. “I know I’m still a stranger to you, and you don’t trust me. That’s okay. Teachers like Storm, Jean or Kitty will be there for you. Please, just know you can talk to me, too. I want to help in any way that I can and know.”

Once Y/N finished talking, Nova wrapped her arms around Y/N’s waist and hugged her tightly. When JJ saw it, he did the same from the other side. The woman wrapped both arms around each child and smiled. The love she felt was immense. Before she knew it, more children approached her. They all huddled together in a big, warm hug. It was a beautiful gesture. 

Storm walked around the school, checking on the students. She stepped into the lounge room. Her eyes landed on the scene before her. She had to smile. Storm was lucky enough to witness the group hug. 

“What’s going on?” she asked softly.

Slowly, the children moved from the huddle. They went back to their sitting spots again. JJ kept his arms around Y/N while Nova grabbed Y/N’s hand and held it tightly. 

“Just bonding,” Y/N said with a smile. 

Storm’s lips reflected the smile. “That’s nice. I’m glad you are finding a way to their hearts.” 

Later that day, The Professor returned with Logan and Bobby from the banquet. They were back after a few days away, and both men couldn’t be happier about their return. Bobby missed Kitty. They’d been texting here and there throughout the time. Logan didn’t have the guts to call or text Y/N. He rarely used his phone. Also, he thought it would be weird. Charles could feel Logan’s faint anxiety crawling around him. He knew the reasoning behind it. The man’s thoughts weren’t quiet.

They drove to the school, glad this ‘mission’ was over. They didn’t expect to hear loud music roaring from the building. Logan tilted his head to the side, frowning. “Is that coming from the school?” Then they heard singing. It was like a live concert. “What’s going on?” 

Logan parked the car in the garage. They helped Charles out of the car and into his wheelchair. The singing got louder. It echoed around the garage. The students were singing a familiar song. Charles smiled and chuckled. When was the last time something like this happened?

All three went from the garage and got to the main level. The song changed. After a brief silence, the singing began again. The students were crammed in the lounge room, dancing around and singing as loud as their voices let them. When some kids noticed the Professor, they made a passageway for him and the other two teachers. 

Logan’s eyes widened in surprise. He found Storm, Y/N and Kitty in the middle of the room, surrounded by students, jumping and screaming words to the song playing. 

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you. Been here all along, so why can’t you see? You belong with me.

It seemed everyone knew the words to that song. All three women swayed their hips to the music, jumping around like all the students. They were happy, enjoying the moment. Y/N grabbed JJ’s hands when she started twisting him around. Her face was bright and cheerful. Even the boy was thrilled. 

She wears high heels. I wear sneakers. She’s cheer captain. I’m on the bleachers. 

This part was powerful. As if everyone wanted to scream the chorus as loud as possible. No one cared that the headmaster was present. But Charles had a big smile on his face. Yes, they organised events for the students, but this happened out of nowhere. It was special. It was a bonding moment for everyone.

“I love this song!” Bobby shouted, bobbing his head to the song. He started to sing the lyrics. 

Storm draped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders while Y/N wrapped an arm around her waist as they sang the song. One of her hands remained on JJ. They laughed at their silliness. Kitty found Bobby walking to her. She got excited and ran into his arms, and they swayed together to the song. 

Storm discovered Bobby a few seconds later. She stopped dancing, and her eyes found Charles and Logan. Her arm fell from Y/N’s shoulders, and she made her stop dancing. 

Y/N gasped. Her face heated up, and she quickly turned around to turn off the music. She had a remote control to the stereo. When the song was abruptly stopped, the students whined. It was evident they were displeased by the interruption.

“Professor,” Storm said his name nervously. “I’m sorry for this. We got carried away.” 

Charles laughed. “Oh, Storm, no need to apologise. I like that you all have so much fun on a Sunday afternoon. You should continue to have more fun.” 

Y/N was breathing heavily. Her chest was rising and falling visibly. It was quite a cardio. Her eyes met Logan’s, who had a grin on his face. He leaned against the nearest wall, crossed his arms over his chest and kept staring. When he licked his lips, Y/N’s eyes followed his every movement. 

“Well, the magic of the moment is kind of gone,” Y/N said. “But we had good two hours of this fun, right?” she turned to see the kids. They shouted affirmations. Some of them whistled.

“Okay, everyone, it’s time for us to end this session,” Storm raised her voice so everyone could hear her. “Thank you for being here and having fun. It’s time to get to your rooms and prepare for tomorrow.” 

Logan watched as Y/N hugged a few younger kids. First, it was JJ, which wasn’t surprising. Then, it was two other girls. That sight made his insides tingle. He felt love radiating out of her. It made him smile. When they separated, Y/N’s eyes were back on him.

He took a few steps forward while greeting some of the kids. “Are you trying to bribe them to like you?” he mocked her. 

“Are you jealous I’m giving my attention to them and not you?” she poked his bicep when Logan was close enough. “Or should I bribe you too?” 

“I’m not that easy, princess.” 

“What if I tell you I sneaked in some beer?” she raised her brows. 

He was impressed. “You got me. Wait, you want to get drunk again?” he asked. “I won’t be taking care of your ass next time.” 

Y/N squinted. Her body was ready to jump at him. Not because she was angry at him. She wanted to kiss that smug smile off his face. Last night, she imagined what his hands would feel on her body, how he would taste and feel. She pictured his hands exploring her naked body, his lips between her legs. 

“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself,” she said. There was a teasing smile on her face. She walked past him and found JJ talking to one boy. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders. 

Logan watched her leave the lounge room with the boy. His mind was spinning. His eyes lowered and remained on her ass, watching it move with each step she took. 

A hand tapped his shoulder. Bobby grinned at Logan. “You got it bad, my friend.”

“Shut up.” 

#Logan Howlett x reader #Logan Howlett x female reader #Wolverine #Logan Howlett #Wolverine x reader #Wolverine x female reader #Marvel fanfiction #X-men fanfiction #Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

[allgirlsareprincesses]

Love At First Sight (2023)

Okay, we’re going to talk about the new Netflix romance directed by Vanessa Caswill, Love At First Sight, because I’m seeing almost no chatter about it and that cannot stand. Full disclosure, I’ve never read the book on which this movie is based, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight, so I’m reacting only to the film (which I’ve now seen 4.5 times in 2 days).

The Surface Reading

It’s a perfect, tight, adorable little RomCom that’s heavy on the Rom and light on the Com, with a wrenching dash of angst and the most hair-twirling chemistry between two leads that has graced our screens in years. Truly, if all you want is 90 minutes of two actors being saccharine precious cinnamon rolls, look no further!

There are simple takeaways here, like that chance can only take you so far, but in the end you have to choose to love. Or that change and loss are part of life and you can’t run from them. Or that London is a massive labyrinth of eccentric people that probably looks 400% cooler onscreen than it is in reality (I wouldn’t know, I’ve never visited, so this and the 90s Parent Trap are the extent of my knowledge about the city, sorry).

Anyway, I adored how straightforward the story was - that the narrator (played brilliantly by Jameela Jamil) tells you directly in the first two minutes that it’s a story about love, fate, and statistics. She then repeatedly describes every development as it is happening, the characters’ histories and internal monologues, and all the context you need to follow the thin but fast-paced plot. The writing, performances, and production design are all solid, allowing the audience to get lost in the romance as it unfolds.

BUT if you’re slightly unhinged like I am and you’re always looking for more layers in your media, HAVE NO FEAR! There is in fact more going on in this little movie than you might expect.

Color Theory

For starters, the use of red and green in the film is fascinating. Yes, I realize the action of the story takes place a few days before Christmas, so you might assume it was just a seasonal aesthetic choice, but if you look closer, you can see very carefully selected shades of red and green repeating throughout the film. The red is a cool, deep rose color, sometimes pink, while the green is cool and dark, like oxidized bronze rather than emerald. Further, while they appear over and over, these hues are rarely used in a purely decorative or festive way. Instead, they play a role in the separation and coming together of the couple. On a color wheel, red and green are complements, perfect opposites that are never adjacent but always joined in the middle.

The title card during Hadley’s introduction is literally a green stripe over a red stripe, then the hallways of the airport are green, and of course Hadley’s ever-important backpack is a rosy red. As the couple grow closer on their flight, the light turns pink. Once in London, a green van takes Oliver one way while a red taxi takes Hadley the other. At her father’s wedding, Hadley is dressed in red (“the color of a bruise” she calls it), contrasting beautifully against her green jacket. Upon realizing Oliver’s true purpose, she chases after him on an iconic red double-decker bus. Meanwhile at the living memorial, Oliver’s father is dressed in red while his mother wears a faded green, as if to say she is already beginning to fade away. The event is decorated with green drapery and streamers, and there are even stacks of red and green chairs in the stairwell where Oliver begs his mother to receive treatment.

Hadley gifts her red and green bouquet to Tessa, and when she is driven away, a green-clad narrator returns the red backpack to Oliver. Wandering London alone, Hadley exchanges her painful red heels for a pair of green trainers (“sneakers!” she insists), and tries to call her dad first in a red phone booth and then on a phone from a stranger sitting in a cluster of red chairs. Finally, Oliver chooses to pursue Hadley to the wedding reception which is lit in pink, and where they finally share the long-awaited kiss.

There are many more examples, but in general we see that green indicates separation and loss, while red symbolizes joining, intimacy, and (what else?) love! It lends the film a gorgeous, subtle aesthetic without being garishly festive, and shows the lovers’ emotional journey from lonely childhood to vulnerable, loving adulthood.

Death and Rebirth

Speaking of which, there’s plenty of rebirth imagery too! When Hadley and Oliver meet, they are both still children, struggling with the impending loss of parental security through divorce and death. Thus, when they board the plane, it is as if they enter an underworld or womb, separated from their families and remade as new adults. They emerge on the other side into a hallway (read: birth canal), as each must still confront their own dying childhood before they can join as full and equal partners. Hadley journeys to a bright, red-strewn celebration of life, while Oliver must enter a dark green commemoration of death, his fear driving him deeper to hide in another hallway. Here his mother comes to find him, begging him to emerge into life, but Ollie still can’t confront her death alone.

Thankfully, Hadley travels to this underworld to find him, bursting into the memorial like a bright red flower. Even the bruise metaphor works, acknowledging the pain they are both experiencing at the changes in their lives. But Oliver still refuses to face his fears, trying to take a shortcut around death to life with Hadley. Still, she knows he’s not ready (likely because she’s not yet, either), and gently pushes back. And so, Oliver returns to the underworld, and Hadley walks off alone until she descends barefoot through a soggy riverside tunnel (birth canal again!). Finally, she calls her father and admits she is “lost.” When he arrives, Hadley at last gathers the courage to ask why he ended their old life, and to tell him how much it hurt her. But as Oliver predicted, she forgives her dad and even begins to accept his new bride.

Back at the memorial, Oliver is reminded by Hadley’s red backpack - his unaddressed emotional baggage - to be honest about his pain. In at last openly mourning his mother and his own childhood, Ollie takes a step into adulthood, just enough for his family to nudge him that extra bit to go after Hadley. And so, the family delivers him to his bride, who has meanwhile learned to dance again, even through her heartbreak. With one last confession, the two consummate their love with a kiss, bathed in pink light before an open door.

Happily Ever After

There’s so much more, with the hand-holding, numbers, Shakespeare, Dickens, the music, and beyond, but the point is that this cute, charming little romance is actually very deliberately constructed. It follows timeless patterns and motifs which we instinctively understand through visual and auditory language. And the narration plays a huge role in this as well, not unlike the prologues and epilogues of the Bard’s plays in that they state the story’s lessons plainly: that we cannot always be prepared for unwelcome surprises, but that we can make the choice to love every day.

Anyway, Vanessa Caswill deserves all the flowers and if you haven’t seen her gorgeous adaptation of Little Women (with all due respect to the marvelous Greta Gerwig and Gillian Armstrong), please do yourself a favor and watch that after you finish this!

#love at first sight #romantic movies #the statistical probability of love at first sight #netflix movie #vanessa caswill #hadley sullivan #oliver jones #haley lu richardson #ben hardy #jameela jamil #katie lovejoy #jennifer e smith #romantic comedy #romcom #coming of age #rebirth #underworld #color theory #meta #my meta #search for the lost husband #underworld journey #little women 2017 #shakespeare #charles dickens #romance #holiday movies

[thatone-brightstar]

The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 6: The Fantastic Mrs. Fox pt. 2

Words: 5 k

Summary: Your two families meet and Carmy sees a different side of you.

a/n:Thank you all so much for the support and sweet messages! Also, new trailer just dropped and know that I'll need 2-3 business days to recover because ohmygodddd . Enjoy! xx

PS. Reader is Latina in this but I don’t specify from where so you can just fill in the blanks (it’s also why it’s all over the place lol)

PS2. The movie I’m referring to is The Fantastic Mr. Fox by Wes Anderson and it’s an absolute gem, you gotta watch it!!

WARNINGS: Smut ahead, oral sex (female receiving), p in v, dirty talk, reader is on birth control but isn't mentioned (wrap it up IRL tho), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

“Can you please be careful with that, Jesus!” Carmy shouted from the wheel of Richie’s car, looking through the rearview mirror at the backseat where his three workers sat smushed together, one carefully balancing the delicate pastry.

“Why does Richie get the front seat?” Fak questioned with half his thigh against the right door.

“Cause it’s my car, now shut the hell up before I kick your ass out!” He fought back.

Sweeps began to argue on why Richie couldn’t carry the cake if he was sitting shotgun and how that was stupid because it was, again, ’my car and I can do what I want!’

“Is it still far? I think some of the gelée is starting to leak…” Marcus asked from the middle seat, moving his leg further out to not stain his pants with the syrupy liquid. 

“Nah, like two more blocks.” Carmy answered.

Soon enough, he found a parking space as close as he could to your building, then killed the engine. He climbed out first to help Marcus with the heavy box, which was in fact leaking slightly from one of the corners and he placed it on the roof of the car. He almost unconsciously wiped his hands on the back of his jeans, but immediately stopped when he remembered he swapped his usual dark jeans for a pair of clean deep blue ones. He had also added a beige short sleeve button up over the usual white T that covered him and a few rings to his fingers, hoping he was decent enough for the occasion. 

They could hear the buzz of rhythmic music and voices as they moved closer to the side of the building where he saw an opening in the fence. He gave the cake to Fak and pulled out his phone to double check your message to make sure they weren’t crashing a random person’s party, but before he could unlock it, he felt Richie elbow him continuously on his side. He looked up to him in annoyance, then he saw who his cousin was gawking at and the air in his lungs left in a shaky exhale.

Ravishing was the only word he felt could do you justice. Stunning, captivating and beautifully breathtaking were up on the list, but none seemed to be enough to describe how the slick red fabric accentuated every one of his favorite features on you. Your olive skin glowed under the afternoon sunlight as you walked towards them, dark curls held up with a soft ribbon that bounced with each of your steps. The frills on the hemline of your dress caressed your mid thigh as you moved, making him envious of a piece of cloth for the first time in his life. 

“Carmy, you lucky son of a bitch.” Richie whispered beside him, but he was more concerned on how he would keep his hands to himself during the whole evening when you looked like that.

“You guys made it!” You said excitedly once you reached them by the entrance.

You pulled each one into a quick hug, offering a welcome kiss on the cheek. You hugged Carmy for unperceivably longer than the rest, your citrus perfume invading his nostrils and engraving itself in his memories.

“What’s in the box?” You asked Marcus with a confused grin.

“Well you always bring stuff for us so we wanted to pay the favor back” He said with a wide smile. “I made it and Carmy helped decorate it.” He shrugged.

Your eyes danced between both men in admiration, the tears glossing them over  and a big smile taking up half your face.

“You guys are the best.” You whispered and threw your arms around them again. 

“Ugh- sorry I'm a bit tipsy-” You said to yourself once you let them go and chuckled, fanning your hands in front of your face to dry the upcoming tears. “I can take that to the table so you guys can enjoy yourselves… where’re the others?”

“Oh they took an uber behind us, they should be here in a bit.” Carmen answered, still dumbfounded like a moth to a bright light.

“Awesome, well the drinks are on the right and the food’s on the left so… enjoy!” You said taking the heavy box from Marcus, who clapped Sweeps on the back as they moved towards the drinks.

You rolled your tinted lip between your teeth staring up at Carmy for a second, before saying “Can you give me a hand… with this?”

“Wha- Oh, yeah, yeah sure.” He took it from your hands and followed you towards the food table, hearing a ‘Guess you're stuck with me’ from Richie to Fak as he walked away.

He followed mindlessly behind you, too enticed by how the dress accentuated the curve of your hips. You could have been leading him to his death and he would gladly follow with anticipation. He could feel himself grow slightly hard at the racing images flying through his head and he was glad that the shirt he decided to wear was long enough to cover his groin.

He reached the table after you, placing the package in a small space you had cleared in the center, then undid the latches at the top and took a butter knife to cut the cardboard down the side. A small gasp escaped your lips and you grasped his forearm at the sight of the gleaming pastry.

“Carm, it’s beautiful” 

“You think so?”

“Of course.. It kinda reminds me of the-”

He pulled up the picture saved on his phone and your eyebrows knitted together at the sight of the bright image.

“I kinda ripped off your design.” He confessed through a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his head.

“I think you made it better” You responded, then you hand slid from his arm to cup under his palm. “Thank you, it truly means a lot.”

Carmy swallowed dryly when your eyes flicked down to his lips momentarily and for a brief second he wanted to see what would happen if he leaned down and kissed you in front of all these people… but a voice shouting your name from behind made you lose grasp on his hand and step away instantly.

“Carmen, you came!” Your mother called excitedly, walking towards you by the arm of a tall older gentleman who he assumed was your grandfather.

“Hola, señora” He spoke carefully. He had been practicing some words with the teasing help of Syd, but unfortunately, that had been as far as the lessons had gone.

“Ay, muy bien!” She cheered and his ears reached a new shade of red. “Have you met my father yet?”

“No uh, w-we just got here.”

Carmy reached his hand out to the man, who swept his appearance then reached out slowly to clasp his hand with a firm grip. Your mother turned to her father and explained something in a quick spanish that was impossible for him to understand. What he did understand was the universal language of an embarrassed child, as your eyes grew wide and you let out a sharp ‘Mama!’ through gritted teeth.

“What?” He asked you amused.

“She told him you’re his next grandson-in-law” And when he looked down at you, a soft blush dusted your cheeks and your hand rubbed at the bottom of your nose to hide the shy smile.

“My Fox?” He heard the deep voice come from your grandfather and was more confused about the nickname than your mother’s statement.

“D’you want some Sangria?” You interrupted.

He nodded with a nice smile and you walked off to the drinks table with your mother behind you. He was about to follow behind, but the man beside him placed a gentle hand over his shoulder to stop him. 

“Carmy, yes?” He spoke with a slight crack in his pronunciation.

Carmy gulped and nodded.

“What is it that you do, Carmy?”

“I, uhm.. I own a restaurant.” ‘More like a burning shithole’ the voice in his head added.

The older man hummed in contemplation. “You know hard work, then?”

Carmy let out a nervous laugh then answered “Yeah, I-I do.” That would be an understatement.

“Good, good.” He patted Carmy’s back, the intimidating facade slipping when he turned to look at you laughing beside Syd and Marcus while you served two drinks. “She's been through a lot this year y'know... and I want only the best for my little Fox.” He turned back to him “Are you the best?”

Carmy’s eyes stayed glued on your figure, his heart warming at how you swayed naturally with the upbeat music, reminding him of vibrant hibiscus flowers in the breeze. “I want to be… yeah.” He confessed wholeheartedly.

A smile that reached your grandad’s eyes appeared before him, leaning to his side and whispering. “Good answer.”

“Can I ask you something?” He asked the man after a few silence filled seconds and took the small grunt as a sign to continue. “Why do you call her that? Fox?”

He heard the man’s booming laughter above the music before he began to speak.

“Do you know that fox movie? Where he steals all the chickens and lives in a tree?” Carmy shook his head. “She does, seen it a hundred times or more. When she was little, she walked around wearing fox ears her grandma made her and would chase the chickens around in my other daughter’s house. So she’s been my little fox since.”

A grin appeared slightly at the picture of a little you running around with cloth fox ears pinned to your hair. He wanted to ask about your grandmother, but before he had the chance, a woman in a tight blue dress tackled her arms around the older man. He only understood her excitement and giggles, then she signaled to someone across the area and the man moved with open arms to new arriving guests.

“Hi” She turned to him, stretching a well manicured hand towards him. “I’m Sarah.”

“Uh… Carmy.” He gave her hand a single shake, a little taken back by the light scratch of her nails on his skin.

“Oh yeah, my aunt told me about you.” She batted her long lashes at him and he readjusted his weight on his legs under her heavy gaze. “You’re the chef that works with my little cousin, no?”

Carmy nodded and swallowed nervously, assuming this was the cousin your mother wanted to set him up with.

“Cooking is such a hard job, with all the heavy lifting you do, I’m sure you don’t even need to work out.” She gave him a breathy laugh and he tried to hide his lack of comfort under a chuckle, his eyes scanning the space for you or any other person that he knew could pull him out of the situation.

“Maybe you can come over one day and cook for m-”

“Babe, d’you think you can help me with something?”

The sound of your voice hit him the way soft ocean breeze hits the rocks after a crashing wave and he unconsciously stepped further away from your cousin.

“Babe?” They both asked in surprise.

He raised his brows at the pet name, a slow fluttering sensation filling his insides because you had never called him anything other than by a variation of his name, or chef, in your whole time of knowing each other, yet now that it slipped past your cherry tinted lips, he could not ignore the shaking sensation the two syllable word had unearthed in him.

Your brows raised, expecting an answer from his parted lips. All he could do was nod slowly and take a few steps in your direction. You smiled softly up at him then turned to your cousin.

“Your mom’s looking for you. I think your kid knocked his tooth out again.”

Then you turned towards the door that led to the stairway with him following right behind.

You didn’t say a word as you made your way up the multiple floors and his hands developed a thin layer of sweat at the idea that maybe he had done something wrong. He was about to ask what it was you needed help with when you reached the door, but the moment he stepped into the dim hallway, your hands grabbed the two sides of his shirt and pulled him down to your awaiting lips. It caught him off guard, but the breathy sigh that left your chest  had him pressing himself closer to you. Carmy groaned into the kiss, the floral taste of red wine exploting his senses. His hands instinctively reached up to cup the sides of your face to deepen the action, tongue lapping at yours trying to get more of the intoxicating flavor. He felt your fingers circle around the loops of his jeans and pull him forward as you took small steps back down the hallway.

“You have no idea… how much I’ve wanted to do that.. today.” You managed to say between peppered kisses while pulling him deeper into the room.

One of his hands moved to the dip between your back and ass while the other extended long digits under your chin. In a second of bravery, he wrapped it tentatively, applying light pressure to the sides and causing a hefty gasp to rip from your chest. His smile unraveled at the melodious sound, dick now pressing hard against the material of his jeans.

“Just that?” He asked in a whisper then left your mouth to plant wet kisses along the edge of your lips and down to the valley of your jaw. He could feel your pulse quicken at his actions and your grip grow tighter on his jeans.

He felt the hand on your lower back hit the hard edge of the kitchen counter and he pressed himself flush against you. You shook your head at his question, attention trained at his lowering head now reaching your chest. Sultry kisses rose small bumps on the tender skin of your upper breast as your hand flew up to tangle in between golden strands. You pushed your head back to allow him an open access.

“More than that..” You whispered through difficult breaths.

“Yeah?” He asked, withdrawing from your skin and rising back up to your face. His nose rubbed along yours as his hands fell from their grip, down past your waist and to your hips. Fingers clawed at the fabric of your dress and bunched it up into high fists.

A low shiver left your lips at the contact of his hot skin against your thighs, fingernails raking along the sensitive area. Your hands rested on his shoulders, gripping tightly when skilled thumbs feathered over the thin hem of your underwear.

You hummed in affirmation, eyes wide and bright staring hungirly up at him through hooded lids. Your lips twitched up and you bit it slightly before speaking. 

“Y’know…” you whispered to Carmy, lips brushing over his with every word. “I chose the dress knowing how much you’d wanna fuck me in it.”

The breath he had struggled to take was forcefully knocked out by your admission. A groan moved past his  lungs, because fuck were you right. He felt like a mad man, unable to control himself from the moment your skin touched his. 

Without thought, he dropped to his knees, face buried in the material of your dress.

“Fuck, Carm-” Escaped your lips in heavy breaths. 

He looked up to find you a beautiful mess of shaky breaths and blushed cheeks. The golden necklace around your neck was disarranged and your exposed skin glistened from his wet kisses. He smiled at your glowing physique. 

Carmy never considered himself religious. He grew up catholic from his parents but never bought into the whole idea of an ever present being creating everything around him. In that moment, however, with the glowing rays of sunshine filtering through the windows and cascading over your form- red fabric bunched at your hips like an impending fire- he undoubtedly confirmed the existence of the godly being he wanted to spend all his mortal life worshiping. You had him like silly putty in your lovely little hands and he was too far gone in the moment to rationalize if he was fucked for good or not.

He hooked his index fingers on the band of your underwear and pulled it down torturously slow, following the drag of the fabric with his teeth. He didn’t want to waste the little time you had, considering you were also in the middle of your kitchen and anyone could walk in at any moment. But god did he want to slurp you up and bottle every last one of your desperate sighs, make you feel so good until the only word you remembered how to pronounce was his name. 

When the flimsy piece of clothing was finally down to your ankles and you had stepped out of it, his palms pushed the fabric up once more and he was greeted by the wonderful image of your glistening pussy. He swallowed down the sudden rush of saliva that invaded his mouth, a usual reaction from his body when he’s been starving for so long and is graciously presented with an appetizing dish.

He breathed out delicately above it, a clear pearl of slick forming on your folds, taunting him. He looked up at your aroused expression through hooded brows and without losing contact, stuck out his index finger  and swiped it over the tender flesh to collect the juices, then popped it in his mouth. The tangy taste of you on his tongue was all he needed to lose the last grips of control left in him. 

Carmy gripped firmly at your hips then pushed his face deep into your folds, tongue first. The force and the surprise of his actions had you losing your balance over him and holding on to his shoulder for support, mouth ajar. He used one hand over your stomach to keep you and the dress still against the counter, while the other held on to the supple bend behind your knee, raising it to rest on his ample shoulder and granting him greater access to you.

A mixture between a moan and a whimper invaded his ears, fueling the blaze of his actions and speeding up his attack on your cunt. He used his index and ring fingers to part at your labia, lapping with his flat tongue around the whole area. With blown eyes he looked up at your disheveled face, head thrown back as you tried to control your erratic breathing and he smiled to himself at how responsive you were to his touch.

He had learnt this like he had everything else, through technique, observation and a shit ton of practice. Everyone around him always assumed that just because he had never had a girlfriend before, that meant he had never had sex either. But they’d be surprised at what having your face and name linked to the top twenty best chefs in the country could do for your sex life in a supercilious city like New York. This was probably one of the few good things that he gotten out of it. Seeing you tremble through his actions over his mental stability seemed like a fair trade.

As he saw you fall into a breathless mess above him, a proudness flourished inside him. To know that it was he who turned you into a heap of mumbles and praises with just his skilled mouth.

“Shi-t, babe- so good. So so good…” You were too far gone to be able to say anything else.

He used his fingers to spread you open again and a high pitched cry vibrated in your throat when he wrapped his lips to suck on your clit. You pushed on his shoulder at the intense sensation and he let it go with a ‘pop’ of his mouth, kissing the velvet skin on your thigh and giving you some time to breathe. He took a few seconds to calm his racing heart and his cock jerking inside his jeans.

“As much..” You could barely speak between breaths “as I want you to make me come with your mouth- and I do-" your leg unhooked from his shoulder and you pulled him up by the collar of his shirt. “I really want you to fuck me right now.”

You didn’t give him time for an answer, only sealing your lips above his and groaning when you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your hands flew to the buttons on his jeans, undoing them with practiced ease, but before you could pull his stiff member from its confinement, Carmy grabbed at your hips and turned you towards the counter. On the wall across from the counter, by the door to your room, rested a tall mirror, long enough where you both could see your heaving upper bodies.

 His hand slid to the front to massage at your aching clit, chest pressed tightly to your back.

“God, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, look at you.” He used his free hand to wrap around your neck and tilt your head to the mirror. “My pretty, pretty girl.” He whispered near your ear.

He had no idea what came over him when it came to having sex with you. The way your body responded to his touch caressed a part of his ego he thought dormant so long ago. Yet her you were, all doe eyes and shaky moans, ready for him to fuck you in your kitchen with your family only a few floors down. He really was a lucky son of a bitch.

Carmy used his slick covered hand to wrap around his cock, then gave a few taunting jerks on himself before aligning with your entrance; all while maintaining eye contact with you through your reflection. You gave him a little nod in the mirror, your hand covering over his inked one around your throat, then he pushed slowly into you until he felt your warmth swallow him completely. 

Your hands fell flat on the cold counter, the metal clink of your rings hitting the surface as you tried to scratch at something to hold on to. He kept his grasp on your neck steady and his eyes fixed on yours as he quickened his snaps on your hips. He could see your tits bounce in the mirror at his brutal force and it only made him want to go faster.

“I’m not gonna-fuck baby- not gonna last l-longer” You uttered in gasps.

Your back arched towards him when he hit that particular spot he had learned you liked, then he did it again and again until the strength from your legs disappeared completely, folding you over the counter. The fluttering around his cock signaled to him you were almost close and with the way his movements stuttered lightly, he could feel it too. 

He closed his hand around your neck again and pulled you to him. A mess of curls and reddened cheeks stared back at him, a pleased smile tattooed across your face.

He whispered filthy praises into your ear. “Look how good you look taking my cock.” He accentuated the words with a deep thrust. “You like lookin’ at yourself while I fuck you?”

You nodded frantically, pulling one of your hands up to grab at the back of his head.

“I like looking at you fuck me.” You answered back in shrill breaths. Your puffs blew on the sweat covered strands around your face, some clinging to the surface of your hot cheeks.

Your answer had him chuckling in delight and he picked up the pace one last time, heavy thrusts creating ripples on the tender skin of your ass cheeks. He circled his free arm around your waist and rubbed on your bundle of nerves until he felt you shiver with an upcoming orgasm, then he skillfully rolled the nub between his fingers and that was enough to have you break under him with a strong moan. Your cunt clung with breathtaking strength around his twitching cock, allowing him three more thrusts before he found his own release inside you. 

He took several large puffs above you, the lavender shampoo from your hair calming the erratic beats of his heart. Carmy pulled out slowly out of you and you let out a sensitive whine. He looked down at your tinted skin, attention fully on the drops of creamy white beginning to slip out of you with every involuntary spasm and it surprised him to feel the need to be inside you again.

He kissed your naked shoulder and smiled towards your reflection, the disarrangement of dark curls framing pink cheeks and kiss swollen lips had him clutching at his heart. You could have been there for an eternity, both afraid to break the bubble you had so cautiously created around you, but knowing you had to. 

“Is that what you needed help with?” He asked with a grin, reaching for a paper towel and running it under warm water before helping you clean up the mess he had gladly partaken in between your legs. "You coulda just asked..."

A relaxed laugh escaped your lips as you retied the ribbon in your hair and asked him to pass your discarded underwear, then brushed your hands around the ruffles of your dress to make it less wrinkled.

“Honestly I just wanted to get you away from my cousin.” You confessed, then walked towards him and combed your fingers through his hair while he readjusted his jeans.

“Guess I should make you jealous more often then, huh?” He asked and you stopped rubbing the lipstick off his cheek, giving him a glare. “I’m just joking!” Then he pulled you in for a tender kiss.

“C’mon, they’re probably looking for us.” 

“Let ‘em look, I don’t fuckin’ care right now.” He whispered back, catching your lips into another sweet long kiss.

“No, seriously. We gotta go.” You managed to say in between kisses and laughs. He planted his lips by your ear and inhaled your perfume.

You smiled, then intertwined your fingers with his and began your hefty walk back down stairs, a mild ache in his abdomen that would keep your escapade present in his mind.

“What the hell?” You faintly said.

A sudden rush of trumpets and string instruments reached your ears the moment you crossed the heavy metal door back into the courtyard. He could see all the guests crowded in a semi circle around a group of men belting out the lyrics to an unfamiliar but attractive song. Your hand held tighter around his and you turned to him with a confused grin.

“Was this you?” You asked above the overpowering music.

He shook his head ‘no’ and turned back to the Mariachi band, only to see Richie walking to them with extended arms, like an orchestra director but with a beer in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other.

“Whatup fuckos! You missed the whole surprise!” He yelled through the noise. 

“This was you?!”

He shrugged, taking a sip from his beer and turning towards the band.

“I felt kinda bad that you quit cause of me, so hope this makes up for it.”

Your hand released Carmy’s as you walked a couple of steps towards his cousin, circling as much as you could around his waist with your arms. Richie stayed frozen in his spot with his gaze down on you, then he looked up to Carmy who just stayed with raised brows. He moved his slender arms around you to hug you back, chin resting down on your head.

He cleared his throat after a few seconds and let you go.

“Okay, enough of that mushy shit.” Richie took another swig.

Someone called your name from the crowd and you turned to Carmy promising you’d be back in a bit, then ran to Syd, who took your hand and spun you around to the beat of the music. 

Richie strutted to his cousin’s side and offered him the burning cig. 

“That was nice of you. The Mariachi.” He clarified while taking a drag.

“Was nothin’.” He shrugged again. “The fucker owed me a favor.”

Carmy nodded slowly. Riche’s eyes flickered towards him then raised the bottle to his lips.

“She’s..uh… She’s good for you. Try not to fuck it up.” He stated simply, then added “Also you both reek of sex.” and this pulled a soft laugh from Carmy.

They both watched the crowd move rhythmically in silence for a long while, maybe three or more songs, until the musicians stopped and an uproar of clapping and cheers began.

People dispersed into their seats around the long table and you waved Richie and Carmy over to the empty seats around you and the other guys. 

As the sun hid behind the skyline and the lights under the trees casted a soft yellow glow around everything, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment away from his looming responsibilities. He ate everything you or your aunts offered him to taste, to the point where both his stomach and his heart felt like they could burst. He then downed it with glasses of Sangria and the constant beers Richie threw at him so he could show off his skill at opening them with a lighter, the only party trick he knew. 

At some point, his arm rested on the back of your chair and you leaned your back to rest on his chest, head nestled in the crook of his neck as your grandfather entertained their end of table with the romantic story on how he had met your passed grandmother. It was a beautiful story of ‘the old homeland’ as he called it and as he skimmed the back of his fingers on your smooth arm, Carmy listened attentively. He felt brave enough to let his guard down and plant a single kiss on the crown of your head, but didn’t notice the lingering stares and multiple hidden smiles from both families surrounding you. 

Your grandfather’s words swam peacefully in the light haze of his mind, both from the alcohol and the warmth radiating from your palm mindlessly tracing figures on his thigh.

‘Her father pointed a rifle at my head when I asked for her hand. I was not afraid because I knew she would say yes. And if she didn’t? Why would I ever want to live in a world without her by my side?’

Chapter 7.

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[cookiescribble]

Something New

A/N: Someone asked me for a part two of this, and honestly? Don’t have to ask me twice, I’ve been thinking about it a lot 🫶🏻 sorry it took a little more time than I was expecting, we’re going on vacation soon so a lot of our time is being spent preparing for that :) - mod angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Summary: Spencer has been spending a lot of time bonding with his new coworker, and they’re starting to realize that they might have more feelings than they were ready for.

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     I was, admittedly, pretty nervous the first time I came over Spencer’s apartment.

     I’ve always been a really shy person, and new situations always seemed a little intimidating to me. But Spencer was… different, and that comforted me. 

     I walked up to his apartment that first day, fidgeting a little as I approached his door. I took a deep breath and knocked lightly. 

     He answered the door, smiling, gesturing for me to come in. 

     I smiled and looked around his apartment. I hadn’t known him very long but it seemed very… him. There was a bookshelf against one of the forest green walls that held a large amount of books; if it belonged to anyone besides Spencer, I would’ve doubted all the books had been read. But I guess if you can read as fast as he can, getting through all those books isn’t that big a deal. 

     He led me to the couch and motioned for me to sit down. He had taken out a DVD set of Star Trek: The Original Series that was sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. 

     He took the DVDs and started speaking. “So, I know you said you’ve seen some of TOS, but I figured it would be better to watch it completely through from start to finish.”

     “Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen any of it,” I replied. “Plus, I always like to watch things fully in order. I can’t just pick up a show in the middle. I have to start at the beginning.”

     He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I feel the same way! People have told me it’s not a big deal to start watching a show in the middle, but I could never do that.”

     I smiled. “Plus, there’s only 3 seasons of TOS, right? It’s not that hard to get through.” I could feel myself calming down as the conversation seemed to flow easily between us. 

     “There’s only 79 episodes. It’s really short, considering how many other shows and movies came out of it.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment as he put the DVD in the player. “… I have all the other Star Trek shows and movies too, if you want to watch them.” He cleared his throat and quickly continued, “of course, for now we’ll just stick to this and, um, we don’t even have to finish if you end up changing your mind…”

     I shook my head. “No, I want to do this. I think it’ll be fun.” I smiled reassuringly. “Plus, what I have seen I’ve really liked, so I definitely want to watch the whole thing.”

     He smiled back at me and sat on the opposite end of the couch. “I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to agree to this. Most people don’t really take my interests seriously…” he admitted, sounding a little sad. 

     I just shrugged. “Well, I’m here, aren’t I? Why would I come here if I wasn’t interested?” 

     “I guess that’s true,” he said as he picked up the remote. “… So, are you ready to start?”

     I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m ready,” I responded before he started playing the first episode. 

…

     We fell into a regular routine after that first day. 

     I’d usually come over about once a week. We’d always start with Spencer recapping the last episodes we watched, recalling them in perfect detail so I could remember exactly what happened. 

     I really liked watching the show with him. A lot of times, he’d get really excited and talk during the episodes. He’d always apologize when I asked him to rewind so I could catch what I missed while he was talking, but I always told him I didn’t mind. And I really didn’t, I loved listening to him talk. He always had something interesting to say. 

     I found myself starting to watch him more than I watched the show. I was trying really hard not to admit it to myself, but I was really starting to feel something between us. I’d noticed the way we both started to get comfortable with each other as time went on, and how we started to sit closer to each other every time we hung out. I felt some kind of… spark, whenever I was with him. 

     I tried to ignore this feeling, but it was getting more and more difficult. I felt so happy to see him all the time; hanging out with him felt like the highlight of my week. I looked forward to it for days, and I couldn’t help but think of how much I wanted to be alone with him when I saw him at work. 

     But I kept this all to myself. It was just a silly crush, and I didn’t even know if he had feelings like that. Plus, there’s no way I could have a crush on a coworker. That could never work out well. 

     Right?

… (POV change)

Spencer wasn’t used to spending so much time with someone. Sure, he talked with his coworkers every day, but it wasn’t the same. No one shared interests with him like this. 

Since this was all new to him, he figured these feelings he was having were just normal when you made a new friend. This certain fondness he was feeling that he had never felt before now. 

But as time went on, and he kept spending more time with them, he was starting to suspect he was feeling a little more than friendly with them. He started spending a lot of time wishing they would hang out more. Eventually, he couldn’t help it, and asked them to come over even if he’d already seen them that week. He’d say it was because he wanted to keep watching the show, but really he was just excited to see them. 

Eventually, he couldn’t deny the feelings he had for them anymore. 

There was one day they came over, after there had been a particularly exhausting case. It just so happened to end on the day they had both been reserving to watch the show together. Spencer offered to switch the days and let them catch up on sleep, but they insisted that they still wanted to come over. 

It wasn’t a problem for a while, but eventually, as Spencer was talking, they stopped replying to him. He looked over to see they had fallen asleep curled up on the couch. 

He just stared at them for a few moments before pausing the show, not wanting them to miss what was happening. He wasn’t sure what to do; he didn’t want to wake them up because they looked so peaceful. They looked… really cute…

He shook his head as if trying to shake the thought out of his mind. He stood up, getting a throw blanket and gently placing it over them, careful to not wake them up. 

He walked to the kitchen, figuring he’d make something to eat in case they were hungry when they woke up. Really, he just needed an excuse to not be near them right now. It was taking every ounce of his willpower not to slip his arm around them and let them sleep on him.

He tried not to let his mind wander as he made dinner, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about them.

He kept trying to rationalize his thoughts, like he always did. It had never been a problem before; he had always been a logical person, so it had never been difficult to keep his thoughts in check. Until now.

He knew that he shouldn’t have feelings for a coworker. It just wasn’t professional. And besides, they probably didn’t feel the same way about him. No one ever had. It was new to him just to have someone willing to share his interests. Their feelings probably ended there: he was just a new friend to them.

Although… there have been multiple occasions where he thought he saw them sneaking glances at him. And the way they looked at him, he thought that maybe they were starting to have feelings for him too…

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice them waking up and walking into the kitchen until they spoke to him.

“Hey…” they started. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was falling asleep.”

Spencer jumped a little before turning to look at them. They still had the blanket wrapped around their shoulders. They looked really comfortable that way. And the sleepy tone in their voice…

He cleared his throat. “That’s okay. We had a pretty tiring few days with that case, so I figured I’d just let you sleep. You seemed like you needed it.”

They smiled sleepily. “Yeah, I guess I did.” They turned their attention to the kitchen counter. “You made dinner? Was I asleep that long?”

He shook his head. “You weren’t out for too long, but I figured you might be hungry when you woke up, so…” He trailed off, blushing a bit.

They smiled. “Thank you. I am actually pretty hungry.” They hugged the blanket a little closer to them, rubbing their eyes a bit.

Spencer turned around and grabbed two plates, carrying them to the coffee table in the living room. They followed him and sat down on the couch, moving the blanket so it was laying across their lap.

They ate in silence, the show playing on the TV in front of them, though they both seemed to have trouble paying attention to it.

After a few more episodes, it was time to leave. Spencer took the blanket when they handed it to him, putting it back where it was before.

He walked to the door with them, like he always did. Today, though, they lingered in the doorway a little longer. Maybe it was the tiredness, or maybe they just finally found the courage they’d been looking for all this time.

“Um…” they started, looking a little nervous. “Thank you for making dinner tonight. That was really nice.”

He smiled warmly at them. “Oh, it was no problem, really. I was hungry too,” he laughed awkwardly.

They smiled a bit, but they had a concentrated look on their face. “Well, uh, I was wondering… Maybe one day you’d like to… go out to dinner?” They took a deep breath before continuing quietly. “Like… as a date?”

He blushed and smiled, all the thoughts of doubt he’d been having earlier thrown out the window. “Yeah, I... I’d really like that.” He tried to sound calm, but it was clear he was really excited about it.

They smiled back at him, the nervousness gone as they realized he was just as happy about it as they were. “Okay. It’s a date, then.”

They said their goodbyes, both of them unable to stop smiling as they thought about what their future together would hold.

#i hope the pov change doesn't read too awkwardly. it's just what was in my head so i wanted to write it that way #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x male!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #fanfiction #mod angel

[greymoonfeelings]

Sweet Reunion

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem! Reader “Nightshade”

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, male receiving oral, P in V sex and creampie 18+ ONLY

summary: You and Rooster were a thing of the past but now that you’re back in the place where it all began, the two of you are feeling a little bit nastolgic.

note: thank you to @marvelousmermaid for helping me when I was stuck! and thanks to @green-socks & @lorecraft for beta-ing.

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North Island was the last place you ever expected to be again, but here you were in your old hang-out spot, The Hard Deck, surrounded by fellow Navy Servicemen.

When you first got the orders to go back for a special mission, your immediate reaction was dread, but now that you were hanging out with your old friends you couldn’t fathom why that had been your reaction.

That was until you heard his name.

“Bradshaw! Is that you?”

The name sends a shock coursing through your body. Your head snaps up just in time to see Bradley Bradshaw confidently striding through the bar.

He’s changed, which was to be expected after six years. He’s bigger, broader and his curls are more sun-bleached than you remember them. He was always attractive, but now he looks purely god-like.

“This is gonna be a long night,” you mutter under your breath before taking a big sip of your whiskey.

You turn to walk back over to your group of friends but you notice that Rooster and Hangman are in the middle of one of their pissing contests. You don’t feel like entertaining their antics tonight, so you decide to stay seated at the bar until the coast is clear.

“Did you see who’s here?” Phoenix takes a seat next to you.

“It’s hard not to, he sticks out like a sore thumb in that fuckin' shirt.”

“Hey, this might be your chance to finally make your move. With all the nostalgia of being back here, who knows what could happen between the two of you.”

“Nothing is going to happen between us.”

“Why not?”

“It’s been years. I’m sure he’s found someone else.” You cover up your frown by taking a sip of your drink, not wanting your best friend to catch onto your sour feelings.

“I don’t think so. You know how hard it is to find someone with our jobs. Plus, I saw him checking you out when he was walking in.”

“He was probably just taking in his surroundings.”

“Yeah, if taking in his surroundings means ogling at the smoking hot pilot wearing tiny jean shorts.”

“They’re not that short!”

Phoenix laughs at your defensiveness. “He was definitely staring at you before I called his name. He even blushed when I said something to him about it.”

“Did you really have to say something?” You groan at her antics.

“Please, Nightshade. If you’re not going to help yourself, then I have no choice but to step in.”

“Absolutely nothing will be happening between me and Bradley Bradshaw. It’s been six years and everything has changed.”

“Everything?”

“Everything,” you confirm.

“It seems to me like nothing has changed.”

Phoenix points to the wooden piano across the room where Rooster has just taken a seat. She flashes you a knowing smile before going to join all the other bar patrons in singing along to Rooster’s signature song.

As you watch him sing his heart out, a sudden swirl of memories plays through your mind like a movie. Memories of a similar night years earlier, the night you and Rooster had first hooked up. The night that led to a secret friends-with-benefits relationship during your original time at Top Gun.

“This feels wrong.” You mutter against Rooster’s lips as he pushes you against the bathroom door.

“Oh come on, Nightshade. You afraid of a little fun?”

Your heart jumps when someone knocks against the wooden door, trying to get in.

“I’m not afraid of fun, Rooster. I’m afraid of getting caught.”

“It’ll be worth it. I promise.”

He had made good on his promise that night and every time after the fact. Your sexual encounters were memorable, to say the least, and they hadn’t left your mind since.

You thought about him a lot during lonely nights on assignment.

The feel of his muscular body wrapped around yours, the way his big hands gripped your hips and moved your body just the way he needed. The way his large cock stretched you open and filled you. The way he would chant your name like a prayer as he came.

“I’ll have a beer, Penny.” A familiar deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

A large hand places a ten-dollar bill on the wooden bar. Your eyes trace the prominent veins up the arm and back to its owner, Rooster.

You look up at him a little dumbfounded. You had just been deep in a compromising flashback involving the man and here he was standing right next to you.

He meets your gaze, grinning. “Hey, Nightshade.”

“Hey, Rooster.” You gulp.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He’s amused by the expression on your face, you can hear it in his tone. It’s like he can read your mind.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”

“Feels like just yesterday to me.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I think about you.” He shrugs casually.

“Little old me?” You joke as if you weren’t imagining him minutes prior.

“Are you saying you don’t think about me? About us?”

“Can't say that I do,” you lie.

Rooster shakes his head in defeat. “Same old Nightshade, still stone cold.”

“Same old Rooster, still a big flirt.”

“I’m not as bad as Hangman.”

“Well, you’ve got that going for you.”

Rooster grabs his cold beer and walks away, leaving you to overthink what he’d just said.

Did he really still think about you, even after all this time apart? He must have had a girlfriend, or at least slept with other women, so why out of all of them did you stick out in his mind?

You don’t get any more time to ponder it because soon you’re being beckoned over by Phoenix.

“Nightshade! Get over here! We’re doing teams and I need you to show up Bagman for me!”

“Be right over!”

You sigh, finishing the rest of your drink before standing up. You weren’t about to let Bradley Bradshaw or some ambiguous statement he’d made ruin your night. You were back in a place where some of your best memories had taken place and you were going to enjoy it.

As you approach the pool table, Rooster’s eyes rake over your body as his tongue slips across his bottom lip. He's looking at you like you’re a tasty meal, something to be devoured slowly and savored. When his eyes finally make their way up to your face, he realizes that you caught him looking at you, but instead of shying away embarrassed, he winks.

It wasn’t enough to have dirty thoughts about your old friend plaguing your mind, but now he's here in person making it even harder on you.

•••

You had never planned on rekindling the flame between you and Rooster, but he spent the whole night trying to get your attention. He knew exactly what made you flustered and he was pulling out all the stops.

He spent the night invading your personal space and going overboard with little touches here and there.

He’d reach across you to grab a beer so you’d catch sight of his strong arms or reach into the bowl of popcorn at the same time as you so your hands would graze. When you’d fluster and pull away quickly, he’d just grin as he watched you squirm.

As he'd left for the night, he’d leaned in close to you and whispered his room number into your ear, inviting you to join him later.

Now it’s 1 a.m. and you’re struggling to fall asleep. You’ve been tossing and turning in your bed for the past three hours. You wanted to get a good night's sleep in preparation for tomorrow’s big meeting, but your body is buzzing with adrenaline.

Before you can process your actions, you’re throwing the covers off and leaving your room. You travel down the dimly lit hallway until you reach room 13 and knock on the door.

You want to scold yourself for landing in a position you swore you’d never put yourself in again, but any thoughts of going back to your room are gone the minute Rooster opens the door.

He stands before you shirtless in all his tanned glory, looking like he stepped off the cover of a cheesy romance novel.

You find yourself having to close your gaping mouth. It’s bad enough he’s got you here, he doesn’t need to catch you drooling over him.

“Nightshade.” Rooster smirks down at you, satisfied to see you standing on his doorstep this late at night. But then he notices the look on your face and realizes that maybe you weren’t here for the reason he originally thought. “Hey.” He reaches out and rubs your shoulder comfortingly. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I was just teasing you earlier, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

His sincerity warms your heart and reminds you why you fell for him in the first place years ago.

“Just shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” You push your lips to his passionately, finally tasting him after so long. You kiss him with such intensity that it sends him stumbling back into the room, the door swinging shut behind you.

You forgot how good his lips felt against yours and how great of a kisser he was. You never cared much for making out, but you wouldn’t mind spending hours with your lips on his, not when it felt this electric.

You continue to move farther into the room until you hit the bed, forcing Rooster to sit as you continue to devour one another.

He pulls your top off, discarding the worn navy t-shirt across the room along with your bottoms so you’re bare against him.

Your skin is hot under the touch of his calloused hands which trace your figure, grabbing at anything he can to anchor your body as you grind against him, desperate to satiate the hunger he had left you with earlier in the evening.

“My cock is aching.” He groans at the painful friction from his sweatpants against his erection. “You gotta help me, baby.”

You pull away from him and get down on your knees in front of him, squeezing his thighs as he undoes the string of his sweatpants and pulls them down to his knees, freeing his erection.

Finally seeing his thick, veiny cock after six long years was like reuniting with an old friend and it was just as glorious as you remembered.

He begins to stroke his hard cock, but his hand is quickly replaced with yours as you’re eager to feel its weight.

You spit, letting it dribble down his shaft so your hand glides along better. Your other hand moves to cup his balls, fondling them as you lean down to take his leaking tip into your mouth.

His large hand grips the back of your head, guiding your mouth along his shaft as saliva begins to coat his length and dribbles from the corners of your mouth.

A string of spit makes its way down your chin, traveling down the valley of your breasts and the sight alone is enough to nearly make him cum.

“God, you give the messiest head. It’s fucking sinful how sloppy you get. Spit dripping down those perfect tits.”

You eagerly bob along his thick cock, taking him as far back as you can and work your hand around the part of him that you can’t fit in your mouth.

“You remember how we used to sneak around these halls between training exercises, looking for a quiet place for you to help me let go of all that pent-up adrenaline? Now here you are letting me use your mouth like old times.”

His hands hold the sides of your face, pushing you closer towards the patch of dark hair at his base. His heavy balls violently slap against your chin as he fucks your face.

Curse words spill out of his mouth when your throat spasms around him. A tear slides down your cheek as you gag, but Rooster is quick to gently wipe it away.

The sensation of your warm mouth is too much for him to last any longer. His hips buck a final time as he explodes in your mouth, his hot release shooting down the back of your throat, nearly choking you.

He pulls out, leaving you breathless and a slobbering mess.

“Still so good for me,” he pants. “Taking all this cock like we haven’t skipped a day. I wonder if your pussy still remembers it too?”

Rooster runs his fingers up your throat, collecting the mixture of cum and saliva before bringing those same fingers down to your bare pussy. He uses it as a lubricant to glide his fingers through your folds. Your hips buck against his hand as he zeros in on your clit and begins rubbing the sensitive bud.

Rooster smirks as he watches your head fall back in euphoria.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

You nod, unable to respond in between moans.

“Has it been a long time since someone touched this pretty pussy?”

“Yes,” you admit sheepishly.

“How could anyone resist? It's addictive.”

“I don’t want them.”

“Who do you want?”

Rooster gently grabs your chin and forces you to look at him when you answer.

“You. I want you.”

“C’mere.” Rooster rids himself of his sweatpants completely before pulling you down by your hips to straddle him.

His cock is still hard against his stomach, his earlier orgasm not enough to give him any relief. If he still had as much stamina as he did six years ago, you’re afraid you might not make it through the night, but it’d be a lovely way to go out.

He grasps his saliva-coated cock, bringing the tip up to your soaking core. You help him line up with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself until you're fully seated with his cock nestled deep inside you. Your insides burn at how big he is, but it doesn’t detract from your desire.

“God, you’re so big, Roos,” you whine.

“You take me so well. Best I’ve ever had.”

Rooster peppers kisses along your collarbone as you adjust to his size. It takes everything he has within him to restrain from eagerly bucking into you, but the last thing he wants to do is cause you pain.

After a few moments, his hands wander to your ass as he begins to rock his hips, gently thrusting into you. Your pussy feels like heaven wrapped around his cock and he can’t believe he’s lived without you for so many years.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” he whispers into your ear.

His admission causes your heart to flutter but makes your need to be ravaged by him more intense. You knew he was being delicate with you and if he would just allow himself to give in, there was a beast inside him waiting to be unleashed.

“Don’t hold back, please. I want it all,” you beg.

With your permission, Rooster’s large hands move to tightly grip your hips as he begins to manually move you up and down his cock.

Your ass slaps against his thighs with every bounce and the resulting sound echoes through the bedroom along with the lewd squelching of your pussy.

Your tight cunt feels like Heaven, but this isn’t enough for him. He needs more and he knows your body well enough to know you feel the same.

He temporarily pulls out to flip the two of you onto the bed. He throws your legs over his shoulders before he continues pounding into you.

Slowly but surely all of your senses are flooded by him.

The smell of the cologne still lingers on his skin, his ragged grunts are all you can hear. His hot, sticky skin is pressed against yours. You can still taste him on your tongue and the only thing in your line of vision is his hulking form. You’re consumed by him.

“You’re so perfect.” Rooster whispers, sucking a mark into the delicate skin below your ear.

You turn your head to meet his lips, winding your hands into his dark curls as his tongue explores your mouth.

“Fuck,” you whimper as he angles his hips to hit deeper, finding that special spot inside of you that makes your brain foggy with pleasure.

“Are you close, baby? I wanna see your beautiful face while you’re making a mess for me. You always look so pretty when you’re milking my cock.”

The pressure of his pelvis rubbing against your clit combined with the sweet words he’s whispering to you push you over the edge.

You let out a strangled cry as your high crashes over you. Pleasure floods your system as you cum around his cock, soaking him.

When he feels your pussy clamp down around him, Rooster’s pace falters as he finally lets go. His hot cum fills your cunt as he works both of you through your orgasms.

When it’s over, he slumps against you as you struggle to catch your breath. Every inch of your skin still feels like it’s on fire, but it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.

“God, that was amazing.” You pant as you rub his back.

Rooster finally pulls away from you, going to the bathroom to clean himself off. He comes back with a wet cloth to help you clean up before collecting your discarded bottoms.

When he joins you back in bed, he pulls you to lay against his chest with his arms tightly wrapped around you. The two of you lay in comfortable silence until you speak up.

You turn in his arms to look deeply into his eyes. “I lied earlier, at the bar. I told you I never thought about you, but I did, I do. I think about you all the time.”

“I meant what I said, Nightshade. I’ve waited forever for another chance with you. I let you get away the first time, but I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Rooster pulls you in for a kiss to prove his love to you and you back to laying in his arms, pleased with the way the night had turned out.

#heather writes #tgm fanfic #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw

[bloodynereid]

I was wondering if you could write like the reader taking care of graham dunne if not taht is comepletly fine have a great day/night 💗💗💗

Tucked Away in the Ocean

pairing: graham dunne x fem! reader

a/n: hiii tysm for request anon! i absolutely love this idea and i thought i would use it as an excuse to project my dream date night (and i added some stuff to your original request). i always envision graham with a really cool s.o. cause of karen lol. hopefully you enjoy this as much as i loved writing it. requests are open!

tw: mentions of drinking, mentions of djats drama, talks about marriage & children, some period typical misogyny (it's only briefly mention - it's literally like a line), FLUFF, kissing

description: your boyfriend just got back from touring and you have a special night in planned.

You knew that touring was both incredibly draining as it was rewarding. Having gone on The Six’s first tour right after Cami and Billy’s wedding, you were used to sleeping in crappy hotel room beds and having to constantly be on the move; which is why you knew how exhausted Graham would be when he got home… especially with how insane the last few shows had been.

You normally would have gone with Graham for the whole tour but you only got to be there for the first shows before a huge case was thrown in the laps of the law firm you were currently interning for. And being a female lawyer in the 70s was not easy which meant you usually had to work extra hard. 

Graham was completely aware of this and he ended up checking up during every single nightly phone call. You vividly remembered all the late night study sessions where he helped quiz you on each one of your flashcards, as well as the times where instead of going to one of his huge parties he would stay with you in your apartment and watch movies on the couch.

Smiling, you thought back to the day you met Graham. It was almost as if you were there again, the salty brine of the sea permeating your nose whilst the cold waves lapped around your floating body. 

You usually went down to the beach for an escape, thankfully your apartment was only a 20 minute drive to the ocean or else you might have had a mental breakdown by the time you finished your law degree.

It wasn’t strange for the beach to be completely empty, especially if it was the middle of a weekday, which is why it surprised you to see someone else enjoying the ocean as much as you were. 

He had brown hair that was curling at the ends from the ocean’s spray as he surfed. His eyes met yours as he, once again, caught a wave and after sending you a charming little smile he went tumbling into the ocean’s basin.

You laugh twinkled out over the waves and you slowly started to swim over to the spot where he was currently floating on his board.

“Hi!” You said with a teasing smile as you laid your elbows onto the board with only your head peeking out from the waves.

“Hi there.”

“You look like you took quite a tumble.”

“Well I was distracted.”

“Hmm really?” You tilted your head and wiped off a stray droplet of water from your arm. 

“Yes, there was this beautiful woman staring at me and I don’t think anyone would have been able to stay on that board if they had those eyes on them.” 

Your body was singing in adoration and you could feel as your smile broadened. He was as cute as he was charming.

“I think the woman didn’t really mean for you to fall.”

“I’m not placing the blame on her at all… now does this beautiful woman have a name?”

“Y/N and what might the charming surfer’s name be?”

“Graham. Graham Dunne.”

You let out a small laugh at how dorky his James Bond-like introduction had been as you carefully poured the wine you had gotten from your anniversary trip and struck a match to light the candles. That was when you heard the jingling of keys against the apartment door and you wandered out of your small dining room/kitchen with a big smile on your face.

 As Graham stepped through the doors you basically flung yourself across the room into his arms. He laughed as you basically became a koala encircled around him and he started littering kisses all over your face and neck.

“Hi darling.” He smiled at you lovingly after you extracted yourself from his hold.

“Hi, my favorite rockstar. How was the trip back?”

“Tense but I’m much better now.” He started to take off his coat and placed his guitar in the usual spot as you looked on.

“Well I really missed you.” He turned around and mirth sparkled in his eyes before he grabbed you again and started twirling you around the room.

“I missed you so, so much my love.” 

You laughed freely and when you were finally put back down onto the solid floor of the apartment you grabbed one of Graham’s hands as you led him into the dining room. 

“Y/N… this is beautiful. You really didn’t need to do this, darling. We could have just ordered takeout.”

“Graham, you deserve this. And I deserve a night with my boyfriend after these past few months. Let me take care of you.”

He smiled at you gratefully as you placed a fleeting kiss on his lips before turning on a Beatles record and grabbing the plates of… takeout from the kitchen.

“Okay you might have to deal with takeout though, I barely had time to cook when I got back from the firm. I got it from our favorite Italian!” You called out from the kitchen which just made Graham join you in the tiled room.

“Oh don’t worry I’ve been craving this for months, thanks darling. Takeout outside of LA is not the same.” 

He helped you place the different plates of pasta, bread and risotto on the table before pulling out your chair and then taking his place at the other end of your small table.

“Bon appétit mon amour.” You said, as you reached for his left hand.

“Bon appétit.” You kissed gently under the candlelight and then began to dig into the food.

After dinner you decided to just sit on the couch and put on an admittedly terrible horror movie, one of your favorite activities to do as a couple. You kept laughing at the cheesy jumpscares and talking over the atrocious dialogue. Graham was filling you up on all the ups and downs of the tour, he had just finished recounting the more than usual tension between Eddie and Billy.

“You know we should invite Cami and Billy over once all this is cleared up.” 

You said as you carefully ran your hands through his hair as his head rested on your lap. Graham looked up at you with those blue eyes of his with adoration shining through before saying:

“Definitely, I can’t wait to see Julia again.”

“I miss that kid, work has been so busy that I haven’t been able to meet with Cami in ages.”

“Would you ever want that?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

“I mean like the whole thing, kids, marriage… you know?” He looked at you with eyebrows knitted together and a worried pout, you just smoothed out the wrinkle between his eyes and smiled softly.

“Yeah I think I do. But I only really want to do it with one person?” 

Graham’s face brightened and you were sure your expression mirrored his as you were filled with giddy excitement.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Graham placed small kisses over your arm leaving you giggling before he finally placed a kiss on your smiling lips. 

“How do you feel about going down to the beach tomorrow?” You asked after your little makeout session, trying to get back into a calm state since you were both exhausted.

“Don’t you have work?”

“Nope, weekend remember?”

“The beach sounds perfect darling.”

You look at each other’s eyes for a few more moments before focusing back on the movie. Taking care of each other had slowly become something you just did out of instinct but you felt something change that night. You knew you could spend the rest of your life with Graham and never feel anything other than love and admiration for the man who was currently lying on your lap. You felt like the luckiest woman in the world. Similar thoughts echoed through Graham’s mind as he felt your fingers start combing through his hair again.

lmk what you think ly (also lmk if you want to be added to any taglist)

#daisy jones and the six #billy dunne #graham dunne #karen sirko #daisy jones #camila dunne #daisy x billy #warren rojas #warren rhodes #eddie roundtree #taylor jenkins reid #amazon prime #daisy jones and the six imagine #djats fanfic #djats #daisy jones and the six x reader #graham dunne imagine #graham dunne x reader #graham dunne short story #graham dunne one shot

[dkakapizzaboy]

okay listen stoner bf vernon 😩 just imagine him like blowing the smoke into your mouth during seggzy time (im not okay 🤭)

Pairing: Vernon x Fem Reader(est relationship)

Category: Smut, minors shoo away,not that you should be here in the first place 👀⚔️

Disclaimer: haven’t smoked anything in my life so I tried to imagine it to the best of my abilities, thank you @himbocoups for correcting my numerous fire hazards and wrong terminology , Nu you’re literally the best, literally couldn’t have done it without you ❤️

I’m still not very confident in this but lmk what you thought anon 💕💕

Tagging @angelwoozi because she asked me to ❤️❤️

Taglist: @junhui-recs @drunk-on-dk @enhacolor @wonuhour (if you guys don’t want to be tagged in such short drabbles, please lmk 💕)

Feedback always helps!

You and your boyfriend Vernon had a ritual once a month. You would both smoke a blunt each while watching a shitty hallmark movie on YouTube and bitch about it for an hour and a half. You called it your hate watching venting ritual. Nine times out of ten, however, one of you would end up crying at the cliche ending, your high washing out the almost always terrible acting.

This month’s one that you were watching, however, was somewhat raunchy. The British dude had slid up his hand from the heroine’s ankle, to her thigh, and was slowly creeping up to her crotch. Besides you, Vernon’s eyebrows had raised at almost the same speed as that guy’s hand. The blunt in his hand was subconsciously put down on the ashtray on the table as he leaned in towards the TV screen, highly engrossed. But, much to his disappointment, and yours, the scene was cut there. He picked up his blunt again.

“Man, I wished that was longer, that was fucking hot” you thought out loud, losing all interest in whatever was happening on the screen now, taking a hit, enjoying the alluringly warm, peace inducing air in your chest one last time before putting it in the ashtray.

You felt Vernon’s free hand grabbing your ankle that was plopped on the couch. You instantly knew what was coming as you smirked at him.

His hand slowly started to crawl up the bare skin of your calf. Since you were just lounging at home, you hadn’t changed out of your nightgown, both out of laziness and for comfort. You thanked your lazy ass as you felt his hand leaving a trail of goosebumps as it rose even higher. You took a sharp inhale and his hand finally crept up under your silky nightgown.

Vernon’s free hand finally reached your panties. He slowly inhaled one final time from the blunt before putting it down in the ashtray, never breaking the eye contact. He then shifted his position to hover over you while the index finger of his other hand lowered your underwear and he immediately slid his middle and ring finger between your (understandably) very wet folds. You immediately groaned.

He leaned forward , his lips now almost touching your open ones as he finally spoke into them, the smoke from the blunt and the sensuality of his words making your head spin and mouth dry at the same time,

“Let me show you how that scene would’ve played out baby.”

#svthub #svt smut #svt fic #Vernon #seventeen #Vernon smut #vernon x reader #vernon x you #vernon x y/n #svt #chwe hansol #seventeen smut #seventeen drabbles #vernon chwe #chwe vernon x reader #hard hours #sam writes svt #lmk what you think!! #this was so hard honestly

[kaleldobrev]

My Hero (2)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's been over a week since your younger sister has been staying at the Bunker and she's still been able to hide the fact that she's a huge Supernatural fan. But during your girls day, she may of said something that could have possibly blown her cover…

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Cursing (6x), Mentions of sex, Fluff

Authors Note: Okay, here's part 2 of my "My Hero" mini-series | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

My Hero Masterlist

You and Shell were in the Bunker kitchen; you at the kitchen stove while your sister was sitting at the island counter in front of you – her nose still very engrossed in the book that she had been reading. It killed you a little bit not knowing what book she was reading, because she had placed her own cover on it. It was just a simple black cover; similar to the ones that you would place on your textbooks in middle school or high school, but hers just happened to be homemade.

Shell had been at the Bunker for a little over a week now, and despite the main reason for her being here was to spend quality sisterly time with you, it really hasn’t been in the cards; as much as you both humanly tried. The two of you would sit down and try and watch a movie: Dean or Jack would come in and watch it with you guys; the two of you would try and go out to lunch: Sam and Dean would join you both. You knew that Shell loved the boys just as much as you did (different in some ways of course), but you could tell that she was just starting to get a little annoyed when it came to the constant interruptions in quality time.

“So, I was thinking,” you began as you started plating the breakfast that you had made for you and your sister. The breakfast consisted of your homemade chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs with bacon bits, and a side of fresh fruit. “There’s this cute little bookstore in town that I think you’d love, and I’d love for us to go today.” You said, sliding her plate over and taking a seat next to her.

Shell grabbed the fork next to the plate and looked up at you a little hesitant. Going to the bookstore was something that was right up her alley, and she had a slight idea when it came to the bookstore that you were talking about. While going on her morning jogs with Sam, the little bookstore in town would be one of the things that they would jog past. “Which one of the boys will be joining us for that trip?” She asked as she started eating some of the eggs on her plate.

Your face dropped into a little frown: this was something that you had wanted to avoid. “None of them will be joining us.” You stated, now starting to eat from your own plate. Shell scoffed. “I’m sorry, Shell…Really.” You hoped your voice was sincere as you genuinely were sorry. “I know you were hoping for a lot of quality time together but…” You sighed, trying to figure out the best way to say what you were about to say next without dismissing your sister’s feelings. “I know the boys really want to spend time with you too. Because I’m family, you’re family.” You placed one of your hands on top of hers, giving her a soft smile, a smile that she returned back.

When you had told the boys that your sister was going to be spending the summer at the Bunker, there were lots of talks of concern and lots of “This isn’t a good idea.” But at the same time, the boys also seemed genuinely excited about the fact that your sister was going to be spending the entire summer here. Out of everyone, the one that seemed to be the most excited was Jack, as Jack was the only one that had never met your sister before. “Does she like Star Wars?” Was one of the first questions that Jack had asked you about her.

“I know…” Shell said, slightly trailing off. She had almost forgotten that the boys had considered her family. “But…you’ve seen them basically every single day for…years. Being here with you, this is the first time I’ve spent an extended period of time with you in…years.” Hearing your sister say this had broken your heart. She was right, you knew she was. You had been on the road with the boys for years, and rarely had gotten to see your family; the only time you had seen them for an extended period of time was years ago now, when you and Dean had spent “your year off” living with Shell and your parents.

“I know.” You sighed. “But I think they can manage one day without seeing me.” You said. “Especially the one I share a room with.” You winked.

“You talkin’ about me Sweetheart?” You heard Dean say as he strolled into the kitchen.

“Only good things.” Shell said, finishing up the food on her plate.

“Good. Cause I’m a delight to share a room with.” Dean winked, grabbing an empty mug from the cabinet.

“Except when you snore.” You said, taking a sip from your mug.

Dean scoffed, grabbing the freshly brewed coffee that you had made earlier and poured it into his empty mug. “I don’t snore.”

“So, you’re telling me that Sam is the one I’m hearing from down the hall?” You questioned.

Dean looked at the two of you for a second, trying to weigh his options on how he was going to answer you. There was a large part of Shell that had wanted to chime in, siding with you – she knew for an absolute fact that Dean snored. Not only has she heard him snore before, but there’s been brief mentions of him snoring in the Supernatural books. “Yes.” Was the answer that he decided to go with. You simply rolled your eyes.

In a weird way, Shell liked witnessing these moments, because these were moments that were rarely in the Supernatural books. Yes, Chuck did have some of these cute little moments and quips between either you and Dean, you and Sam, or Sam and Dean, etc. but they weren’t as prominent; probably because Chuck wanted to focus more on the plot than character building – something that you thought was lacking at times in the series.

Seeing the brothers, Cas, and Jack being domestic was something that was rarely in these books, but these were the things that Shell really cherished and were always some of her favorite parts. But that was something that she would obviously never bring up.

“Okay, me and Shell will be gone most of the day. So, please don’t burn the Bunker down while we’re gone.” You stated, placing your wallet into your purse as you and Shell walked down the hallway to the War Room – Sam and Dean following the two of you closely behind.

Sam and Dean exchanged looks. “We aren’t going to burn the Bunker down.” The boys said in unison. Strangely, this made Shell fangirl inside: she had loved the parts when the boys had said things in unison, so hearing it in front of her was something that she had loved. Yet another thing she would never be able to say out loud to anyone.

You turned around and flashed them a look, everyone stopping dead in their tracks. With the abruptness of your stopping, Dean almost smacked right into your chest, but he caught himself by placing his hands on either side of your arms. “It was one time.” Dean said. You raised a brow. Dean looked over at Sam, Sam giving him the ‘I’m not getting involved look.’ “Twice. Maximum. And it was Jack.”

“Don’t blame my Jack.” You said. “I taught them fire safety remember?”

“Can’t believe Dean actually let you take Baby.” Shell said, currently looking out of the passenger side window, with you in the driver’s seat. The radio was on low, but you could still slightly hear Led Zeppelin playing.

“I’m one of the few people he trusts to drive her.” You flashed your sister a quick smile before turning back to look at the road again, Shell giving you the same type of smile. Shell knew you were right, as Shell herself could probably name the select few people that you were referring to.

“I’m not a huge car person but, I do have to give Dean one thing, she is beautiful.” Shell stated. Although she wasn’t a car person, doesn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate how good-looking of a car Baby truly was, how important she was to not only Dean, but you and Sam as well. How much blood, sweat and tears (literally and figuratively) went into re-building her. “It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls but they were never, in fact, homeless,” was a line that Shell had found herself going back to from Swan Song – one of her favorites in the series.

You and Shell pulled up in front of the bookstore. It was a cute little mom and pop type shop that looked like it could barely hold 200 books. The storefront looked like it hadn’t been updated since it was built, which was probably when the town was incorporated back in the 1880s. “You weren’t lying when you said it was a cute little bookstore.”

“Nope!” You said. “I don’t come here that often, but, whenever I’ve come in, the owners always greet me by name.”

“That’s nice.” Shell loved that; it really was a mom and pop type place.

Walking into the store, an older woman behind the counter looked up from the book that she was reading and smiled. “Y/N!” She beamed.

“Hi Missus Jackson.” You smiled back. “This is my sister Shell. She’s spending the summer with me and the boys.” You said, turning toward your sister.

“Well hello there dear.” Missus Jackson said, her voice sounding just as warm as when she had greeted you. “How are you liking being around all that testosterone?” She joked.

“Don’t know how my sister does it.” Shell joked back.

“And she does a fine job whatever she’s doing.” Missus Jackson winked, laughing a little. “If there’s anything I can help you with, let me know.”

“Thank you, Missus Jackson.” You smiled. “Get anything you want.” You told Shell, her face automatically beaming with delight.

As the two of you looked around the store, you had found a couple of books that you had wanted to get (mainly cook books), while Shell seemed to not really find anything that she had particularly liked. Walking over to her with your two books in hand you asked, “Nothing you like? Or has my medical student of a sister read most of these books?”

Shell laughed a little. “Not shockingly, but I have read a lot of these books.” Your sister looked at the shelf in front of her, her eyes growing a little wide as she spotted the first ever Supernatural book. She grabbed the book and started examining the front and back; Shell was trying her best to look at the book in a way that seemed like she had never seen these books in her life.

“Jesus. Which one is that?” You asked.

“It’s the first one.” Shell said. My favorite one. She thought to herself.

“I hate Chuck for that fucking cover.” You said. Shell couldn’t blame you for hating this cover, she had personally hated the cover herself. Not only did the cover art depict shirtless and very ripped versions of Sam and Dean, but it also featured a very scantily clad, and very busty version of you. “Makes me look like a fucking sex object more than a hunter.”

Reasons why I put covers on all my books. Shell thought. “You know what they say, sex sells.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know that but…these books aren’t even that popular.” You paused. “Wish I could fucking burn all of these.” You mumbled. “And don’t even get me fucking started on the fact that me and Dean are not only full frontal but our sex scenes are too fucking graphic. I mean I know me and Dean can have…interesting sex but…I even felt dirty reading those sections, and I was only skimming.”

Another reason why I always skip those parts. Don’t need to know how you and my surrogate brother-in-law get it on. “Gross.” Was all Shell said.

“Sorry.” You gave Shell an apologetic look. “These books just make me so fucking angry.”

“It’s okay. I get it. I mean, I don’t fully but…you know.” There was a part of Shell that was embarrassed by the fact that she had loved these books as much as she did because of the fact that you had hated these books more than anything. At one point in her life, she had thought about telling you that she had read the books (obviously telling you that she did in fact skip the sex scenes), but hearing you right now, hearing the anger, made her thankful that she never told you.

“I’m going to go and pay for these, and then we can go to lunch.” You told her, walking over to the counter.

Upon entering the diner (which also happened to be very mom and pop), the two of you took seats across from each other and started looking over the menu. “What do you usually get?” Your sister asked.

“Bacon cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate milkshake.” You said quickly.

“Of course.” Shell responded.

“Can you blame me?” You asked, not really expecting her to answer you.

“You’ve been living with Dean for too long.” Shell joked.

Her response made you laugh. “Boy do I know it.”

“You know…” Shell began, “I think I’ll get that too. I really want to understand how you and him both think that bacon cheeseburgers are better than sex.” Her comment had made your eyes practically pop right out of your skull, looking at her like you were a deer in headlights. Have I…told her that before? You thought.

“Yeah…” You nodded, unsure of what to say to her comment. Maybe I told her and I just…forgot? Or maybe Dean told her? Then again, we did spend over a year living with her and mom and dad…

“So, what did you think of the burger and milkshake?” You asked, the two of you getting into Baby. You had wanted to say, Is it better than sex? But it was something that you decided against.

“Pretty good. I can see why you and Dean love them so much.” She said, shutting the passenger side door.

“I’m glad you liked it. The diner makes some pretty bangin’ burgers.” You said starting up the engine. The roar of the engine making you feel somewhat calmer in that moment. “See if there’s anything you wanna listen to. There should be cassettes in the glove compartment.”

“Sure.” Shell said. She never thought she’d ever get the chance to actually pick the music while in Baby, as one of Dean’s rules has been ‘the driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake hole.’

As Shell rummaged through the cassettes, she couldn’t help but picture the scene in the first book where Sam was making fun of Dean for the type of music that he had, in which you came to Dean’s defense. “It’s the classics Sammy. Don’t hate on the classics.” She pulled one of the cassettes and handed it to you, giving you a smile. The title of the cassette read: Y/N’s Mix. “Good choice.” You said, smiling at the mixtape that Dean had made for you about a few months after you and him had started hunting together. This mixtape had to be over 15 years old at this point.

Popping the mixtape into the player, the first song that came on was Since I’ve Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin – yours and Dean’s song.

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[meowdarame]

redhead caught red-handed!!

pairings: stepbro!virgin!tendou x dom!fem!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

synopsis: your new step-brother tendou hides a dirty secret within the four walls of his bedroom.

warnings: DARK CONTENT. 18+ MINORS DNI! stepcest; pervy!tendou; reader is a bit mean at first but becomes nicer later; some vouyerism; mutual masturbation; oral (f!receiving); unprotected sex; creampie; virginity loss; overstimulation; lots of cum LOL

word count: 4.4k words

notes: my submission for tee’s when nobody’s home collab! this isn’t beta-read, so please be kind! reblogs and interactions are super appreciated! hope you enjoy <3

your step-brother— despite being a complete sweetheart— is just a tad bit odd.

a few days after your first year of college, your dad revealed to you that he was going to ask tendou’s mother to move in with him. the sudden announcement was a shock to you at first, but upon seeing the twinkle in his eyes while he spoke about his plans to propose to her soon, you gave in to your father’s wishes and welcomed her and her son into your home with open arms.

you had known of tendou all throughout high school, considering that he was one of the shining stars of your school’s powerhouse volleyball team. but despite his popularity on the court, he wasn’t met with the same treatment off of it— often finding him glued to his teammates during passing periods or reading manga alone on the roof during lunch. one time during the summer after graduation, you ran into him at the movie theaters after a screening of the horror film the ring, and you tried to spark up a conversation with your future step-brother. unfortunately for you, it couldn’t have been any shorter or awkwarder.

…

“satori, hey!” you called out, running up to him and waving your hand in the air. “did you just watch the ring? is it as good as people say it is? my date and i are supposed to see the next screening of it!”

satori stared at you with his eyebrows raised and eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights. “uh— yes! to both questions!” was all he said before scurrying away and catching up with his teammates.

“hm, that was weird,” you mumbled, but after shrugging to yourself, you sat down and waited for your date to arrive.

…

that memory is etched into your brain, and to this day, it still makes you shudder and cringe whenever you remember the awkward encounter. for one, it was your first formal introduction to your future step-brother— which went horribly— and two, your date ended up being a no-show, which forced you to sit through two hours of couples cuddling all around you. you try your best to bury the memory for as long as you can, but it’s to no avail— especially once tendou and his mother begin moving their boxes and furniture into your childhood home.

you’re in the middle of placing your step-mother’s clothes into a dresser, when in your dazed state, you accidentally slam the drawer on your pinky finger. immediately, you yelp and withdraw your hand, hissing and clutching the digit as you wince in pain. tendou takes notice of your discomfort and drops the box that he’s carrying to rush to your side.

“may i?” he softly asks, extending his palm out to you. cautiously, you let him examine your hand, before he steps away briefly to grab a roll of athletic tape from a nearby box.

you flinch as he begins to wrap your swollen finger in the white tape, and he chuckles lightly. “don’t worry,” he reassures you. “i know what i’m doing. i used to break a lot of fingers back when i played volleyball.”

“i know,” you joke back. “you always had them wrapped in sports tape. it kinda became your signature look.”

his eyes meet yours and he softly whispers, “you noticed that?”

“of course i did! your magical hands won our team many victories,” you chirp, and a giggle slips past his lips.

“i guess so.” he delicately lets go of your hand once he finishes tending to it. “does it feel better?”

“as of right now, no,” you admit, and his smile settles deeper in his cheeks. “but i’m sure it will soon! thank you, satori.”

“anytime.”

…

the next few weeks are spent unloading boxes and tidying up your home. tendou and his mother quickly acclimate to their new environment— tendou and your dad easily bounce jokes off of each other, tendou’s mother’s cooking is heavenly, and and your dad and soon-to-be step-mother have never been more lovey-dovey and affectionate. despite the joys of your new family getting along, there’s just one thing that troubles you.

satori hasn’t really spoken to you since the time he wrapped your finger.

you had hoped that the incident would have alleviated some of the tension or nervousness that he feels, but it didn’t. despite your constant efforts to strike up conversations with him, it seems like being in close proximity to you makes him even more uneasy, though you can’t exactly pinpoint why. you see the way that he interacts with his friends and his family, and you don’t understand why he’s not his usual loud, outgoing, and carefree self with you— it’s almost like he’s afraid of you, or worse, as if he doesn’t like you. this feeling bothers you, especially because you want him to be comfortable with you and see you as someone he can depend on, someone he can trust and regard to as family.

instead, he spends most of his days locked in his room (which you haven’t even been inside of yet)— doing god knows what.

one evening, when your dad and his newly-engaged fiancé are out on their weekly date night, you find yourself standing outside of tendou’s door. a pit sinks to your stomach, your palms sweaty and fingers jittery as you wrap your hand around his doorknob. you figure that tonight would be the best time to try to have a heart-to-heart with tendou, considering that if things go wrong, you could silently retreat back to your room without your dad making a fuss over it.

inhaling a deep breath, you twist the doorknob and step into tendou’s room. “satori,” you exhale, but your words are cut short at the overwhelming sight before you.

his walls are completely covered in anime posters, mostly images of scantily-clad, sexy anime characters. an image of fubuki from one punch man hangs above his headboard, surrounded by smaller posters of misa amane, lady midnight, michiko malandro, and other characters from lesser known anime that you don’t recognize. on his desk sits several figures of mirko from my hero academia, and in the center of his bed lies a giant body pillow of faye valentine from cowboy bebop. an empty box of tissues is tipped over on his nightstand, and the crumpled-up thin white papers lie scattered all over his bed and floor.

satori is completely naked as sits on his haunches, a folded up pillow placed in front of his tense thighs. his hips hump into the plush material with significant force, his slick cock sliding in and out from between the white cotton pillowcase. his phone is propped up on another pillow and rests against his headboard, and on its screen you see the lewd image of some woman— who happens to look a lot like general esdeath from akame ga kill— getting her brains fucked out by an impossibly large dick that looks like it shouldn’t fit. soft whines tumble out of his parted lips as he chases his high; he’s too engrossed in his own pleasure to even notice your presence. it isn’t until you let out an incredulous gasp that he finally sees you in his peripheral vision.

“oh my god. you’re a closet pervert, satori!”

he wastes no time and immediately tries to hide the damning evidence. his shaky hands quickly shut off his phone, and he weasels his sweaty body underneath his comforter to hide himself from your shocked gaze. still, dirtied tissues are scattered incriminatingly all over his room, and his eyes flit back and forth between your face and his mess.

“h-hey,” he stutters, trying to keep up a cool façade that does a poor job of hiding his flustered self. “what brings you to my room?”

you ignore his question. “is this what you were doing all those times you’d spend alone on the roof?” you chuckle, berating him. “were you secretly reading explicit manga during our lunch breaks?”

“n-no,” he stammers, but when you cock your eyebrow in doubt, he knows that he’s been caught red-handed. “fine, yes. b-but only sometimes though!”

“you’re unbelievable, satori,” you mutter, moving closer to him and sitting on the edge of his bed. the mattress dips under the added weight, and tensions rise as his bed creaks when you shuffle to find a comfortable position in the sea of explicit magazines and used up tissues.

“please don’t tell anyone, especially my mom,” he pleads with you, his eyes growing misty and his ears flushing pink. “she’ll be so ashamed of me if she finds out the real reason why i collect all of these pillows and figurines.”

you throw your head back and cackle. “what lie did you tell your poor mother to mislead her from your perverted intentions?”

his shoulders slump and he sighs, “i told her that i’m an anime merchandise reseller. she thinks that i have this stockpile so i can eventually sell it for a higher price, but i just hoard it for myself so i can do…” his hands come out from under the blanket and motion to the clutter around him.

“… what you just saw.”

his sheepish admission of guilt makes you snort. “god, you’re pathetic, satori.”

your step-brother lowers his head and his face contorts into a frown. the pitiful sight ignites a fire in your core, and your clit throbs when you remember how eagerly he was fucking his pillow earlier.

oh, how you wish to see that beautiful sight again.

without thinking, you rip satori’s comforter from the clutches of his fingertips, exposing his milky skin to the hot summer air once again. he shrieks at the action, hastily trying to re-cover himself, but you grab his wrists and pin them to the side of his body.

“you’re pathetic, but you’re also ridiculously hot, satori,” you whisper, and a red tint creeps up his neck and cheeks.

“what— what are you—” he tries to ask, but you interrupt him.

“can you please fuck your pillow again for me? pretty please?” you coo, jutting your lip out into a pout. “it was so hot. i wanna watch you do it again.”

“o-okay,” he replies shakily. after you release him from your grasp, he slowly gets up and resumes his former position, this time with you sitting against his headboard in place of his phone. he begins to rock his hips at an agonizingly slow pace, much too slow for his pleasure or your entertainment, and you instruct him to go faster. he obliges, and soon his thrusts match the same speed and intensity from when you first walked in.

“you know, satori,” you start, faux sympathy dripping from your tone. “if any other girl saw what i’d just seen, she’d probably think that you’re a loser or a creep. but not me though,” you gently shake your head; you feel your slick dampening your panties as you continue. “i think that you’re so, so cute.”

“y-you think i’m cute?” he chokes out, and you can tell that your words are having their desired effect on the redhead. his tongue lolls out as he pants heavily, and beads of sweat trickle down his temples and neck.

“of course i do,” you reply nonchalantly. “i think that you’re the cutest.”

his breath hitches at your praise, and you giggle in delight. but your smile is quickly wiped off of your face when you notice that he’s not looking at you, but rather above you. you realize that instead of focusing his attention on you— a pretty, real-life girl sitting right in front of him— he’s staring at the large fubuki poster that’s hanging above his bed, and a pang of jealousy strikes your heart.

“hey!” you snap, easily calling his attention back to your frustrated face. “eyes on me. i don’t want you looking at her.” satori meekly nods his head, but his gaze still wanders up to the poster, his eyes jumping back and forth from your face to fubuki’s tits.

you huff out in annoyance when an idea sparks in your mind. hastily wrapping your fingers around the waistband of your shorts and underwear, you tug off the clothing in one swipe. your loose t-shirt follows soon thereafter, leaving your entire body completely bare for satori’s hungry and lust-filled eyes. your fingers gently run up and down your slit, collecting your wetness before beginning to rub tight circles around your swollen clit. satori drinks in the lewd sight in front of him before promptly shutting his eyes, turning his face away from your body.

“i’m sorry!” he sputters out. “i’m sorry for being a pervert and for looking!”

your free hand cups his cheek and forces him to face you once more. when he carefully re-opens his eyes, you whisper, “i wouldn’t be spreading my legs and putting on this show if i didn’t want you to watch, right?”

you giggle when he furrows his eyebrows, and you continue on, “i wanna be the reason why you cum, satori.”

he whines when you remove the pillow from his thighs, tossing it off the side of the bed. “sit down and part your legs. i wanna be closer to you.” he does as he’s told, and you drape your thighs around his waist, your cunt merely a inches away from his cock.

“keep stroking yourself,” you instruct. “just like that.”

satori’s pretty hands wrap around his length, frantically twisting and tugging his shaft but concentrating his movements around his cockhead. the sight makes your mouth water— beads of precum dribble out of his slit, and his tip is so pink and overstimulated that you’re certain that this wasn’t his first round of the night.

your index and middle fingers swipe at your swollen nub, and you feel your pleasure building up in your core. you clutch onto tendou’s thigh to ground yourself from the intensity of your looming orgasm.

“fuck, i’m close,” you mewl, and satori responds with a breathy “me too.”

satori’s cum shoots onto your stomach and tits; the semi-translucent, runny liquid slides down your body, the heat from his seed warming your skin and pushing you over the edge. melodic sounds fill the room as you both ride out your euphoric highs, and once the twitching of your thighs subsides, you lie back to stop his cum from sliding onto his bedsheets.

“shit! i’m so sorry. let me clean you up,” tendou stammers, immediately untangling his limbs from yours and retrieving a dirty sock from the floor. “i used up all my tissues so this is all i have. i’m really sorry about that.”

you giggle as he wipes his cum off of you. “wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, satori.”

“sorry, i’ve never done this with a girl before— or with anyone, really.”

“okay first, stop apologizing. and second, are you serious?” you ask, sitting up and tilting your head at him. “you’ve never had sex before?”

satori meekly shakes his head, tossing the sock back onto the floor. his gaze avoids yours, but you press on.

“have you even had your first kiss yet?”

when satori shakes his head yet again, a brilliant— yet morally dubious— idea seeps into your mind.

lifting his chin, you murmur, “well, i can change that.” you scoot closer to him, pressing your sopping cunt up against his dick, and he flinches at the foreign sensation. wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your forehead against his, you add on, “do you wanna fuck me, satori?”

tendou gulps as his eyes bore into yours; his irises swarm with lust and desperation as he whispers, “yes. so fucking badly.”

in an instant, your lips crash into his. at first, he’s hesitant— uncertain, even— but once you mewl and tug at the soft flesh, it gives him the boost of confidence that he needs to push his tongue into your mouth. you can’t help but notice how good of a kisser he is, and you start to wonder how often he’s dreamt of (and practiced for) this very moment.

things heat up just as quickly as they started, and you grab his dick from between your bodies, dragging his tip along your folds to collect your slick. you line him up with your drooling hole, but tendou pulls away before you can sink down onto his cock.

“wait,” he rasps out, his chest heaving as he pants. “can i eat you out first? i’ve always wondered what it tastes like.”

raising your eyebrows, you tease, “you’ve always wondered what pussy tastes like? that’s so cute of you.”

“well, yes. but specifically, what yours tastes like.”

you don’t know how he did it, but tendou’s directness manages to completely fluster you. your brain short-circuits for a few seconds, pondering what he meant by his cryptic words. realizing that you’ll probably find out soon enough, you snap yourself out of your haze and nod your head. you crawl out of his lap and lie back onto his pillows, parting your legs to give him a perfect view of your pussy. tendou’s mouth gapes at the sight, and there’s a twinkle in his eyes that rivals that of the stars.

his tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he inches towards you. he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, but before he’s able to dive in between your thighs, you flick his forehead and draw his attention. “if you do a shitty job, i won’t let you fuck,” you warn. it’s a bluff, but tendou takes the bait, wasting no time and devouring you like a man starved.

his lips encircle your clit, sucking on the bud and flicking it back and forth with his pointed tongue. your back arches at the stimulation, weaving your fingers into his red hair and running your nails along the short fuzz of his buzzcut. his hands grab at your thighs and push them into your chest, allowing him better access to your cunt. everything feels so hot, so dizzying; you don’t know if it’s because of your previous orgasm or because of how good tendou’s making you feel, but you feel a familiar pressure building up in your tummy as he ravishes you.

“satori! so fucking good!” you squeal when his lips release your bundle of nerves and his thick tongue prods at your gaping hole. the pink muscle pushes its way through the first tight ring of your pussy, and he begins rocking his face into your sex, the tip of his nose bumping and brushing against your clit with each eager movement.

a slew of expletives spills out of your mouth as your high plateaus. wrapping your hand around the back of satori’s head, you press his face flush against your cunt, grinding and riding your orgasm out for as long as you can. he moans as your cum spreads across this tongue, and the vibrations only amplify the pleasure that you feel. once the stimulation becomes too much, you release his head, but tendou refuses to let you go.

“too much, satori,” you whine, pressing your heels onto his shoulders and gently pushing him off. upon noticing your discomfort, he quickly backs away. wiping your juices off of his lips and chin, he pants, “how was that?”

“surprisingly amazing,” you reply, taking his wrist and leading him to rest his back against the headboard. “where did you learn to eat pussy like that, hm?”

“i watch and read a lot of… y’know…” he admits. you can feel his heart thumping in his chest as your legs straddle him. leaning in to kiss him once more, you taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes your head swim with desire.

“i’m impressed,” you coo, taking his hardened dick with your dominant hand and dragging it along your puffy folds. “let’s see what else you’ve learned from your pervy little comic books,” you exhale before fully sheathing his cock into you in one solid motion.

you both curse when tendou bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix and his balls pressing against your ass. taking your sweet time, you start to roll your hips and grind in his lap, not wanting to overwhelm him during his first time.

“i don’t think i’m gonna last long,” tendou chokes out, and you reply with a fleeting kiss to the tip of his nose.

“it’s okay. we have all night anyways— we can go for as many rounds as you want,” you promise him, and a shy smile spreads across his lips and his cheeks tint rosy pink. “are you ready for me to start riding you, baby?”

he bites his bottom lip, shuts his eyes, and nods, and with his consent, you lift your hips and slam them back down onto his crotch. his breath hitches as he feels your gummy walls tighten up around him, and his fists clench at the bedsheets beside him, searching for purchase in the cotton material but ultimately finding none. grabbing his wrists, you guide his hands to your ass; tendou takes the cue and digs his nails into your soft flesh, his palms kneading and squeezing the fat of your ass as you bounce up and down on his cock.

craving to taste him again, you kiss him once more, allowing his grunts and whines to be muffled by your swollen lips. “satori, baby,” you whisper as you pull away from his face. “open your eyes. want you to see how we’re connected.”

tendou immediately heeds your command, his eyelids fluttering open and taking in the beautiful sight of his slicked-up cock disappearing inside of your walls, only to reappear with a ring of your cream surrounding the base of his shaft. the whole image before him is so lewd; your tits bounce in front of him, merely inches away from his face, and almost as if on instinct, satori’s pink lips wrap around your nipple. he hollows his cheeks and begins sucking on the perked bud, and you throw your head back and moan.

“fuck, you’re so amazing,” you mewl as he repeats his ministrations on your other nipple. “keep going, baby. gonna cum soon!”

tendou responds by mumbling incoherently into your breasts, a string of words you can barely make out over the lewd sounds of sweaty, sticky skin slapping against one another. snaking your hand in between your bodies, you find your clit, pressing on the sensitive bud as you come undone around satori’s cock. while riding out your orgasm, tendou lifts his hips off the bed and meets your thrusts halfway; when he feels your walls clamp down on him, he holds you down on his lap, shooting his seed deep into your fucked-out cunt.

tendou’s head collapses onto your shoulder, and you know that he’s completely spent. sighing contently to yourself, you twiddle with the little hairs on his nape as he calms down and his breathing steadies. when he’s finally ready to move, you lift yourself off of his lap and lie down on your back right next to him. you can feel his cum slowly oozing out of your hole, but you figure that it’s a problem for later— you’ll help him wash his sheets before your dad and his mom return home in the morning.

“wow, your first kiss, first time giving head, and your first time fucking all in the same night!” you tease as you drape your arm across his warm chest. “i’ve really spoiled you rotten, haven’t i?”

he chuckles. “i guess so. although i didn’t get to cross off ‘first blowjob’ from my bucket list yet.”

“don’t worry. like i said, mom and dad are staying in a love motel tonight and probably won’t be back until noon tomorrow. we have the whole night.” you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, and satori sighs at the newfound intimacy.

“we really lucked out then. but i think i’m luckier since i got to have you be my first time.”

wait. the cogs in your brain start turning, and all the hints and clues that he’s been subtly dropping begin to make sense— him being shy and awkward around you, him fantasizing about giving you head, him feeling “lucky” that you took his virginity. it all adds up, and you can’t believe how oblivious you’ve been all along.

“satori, you have a crush on me, don’t you?”

“i— uh—” he blurts out, his mind scrambling for an answer. you can feel his hand that’s wrapped around your waist begin to grow clammy, and after a few seconds of stumbling for words like an idiot, he finally caves in. he knows he’s been caught red-handed.

“fine, yes i do,” he admits, his voice low and raspy. “i’ve liked you all throughout high school actually. but you were always either dating someone, or some guy was trying to get with you— i just figured that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me.”

he chuckles lightly to himself as he continues, “like that one time we ran into each other at the movie theater. when you mentioned that you were on a date, i felt so heartbroken and lightheaded that i just had to get out of the building as quickly as i could! god, i’m so pathetic sometimes.”

you scoff and playfully roll your eyes. “ugh, please don’t remind me of that night. did you know that my date stood me up right after you left? i couldn’t even enjoy the movie because i was so pissed off.”

tendou shakes his head in disbelief. “y’know, i actually have the ring saved onto my laptop. we can watch it if you want,” tendou suggests, gently nudging your foot with his. gaining confidence, he adds on, “why don’t we turn a sour memory into a sweet one? let me right that loser’s wrongs!”

giggling, you reply, “fine, but only if you promise me that you’ll stop taking out all of your pent-up sexual frustrations on your pillow. i’m only a few doors down the hall you know.” you wink, and tendou throws his head back and chuckles.

“deal,” he wheezes out as he catches his breath. “but only if you promise me that when we inevitably get too distracted to watch the movie tonight, we’ll wake up early and finish it tomorrow morning.”

the corners of your lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.

“deal.”

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Damien x Shayne Ship Questions (2) (from @zillaphoneswag)

Who pulls the other closer while sleeping?

Damien

Who picks something up, says a pun with the object, then laughs as if it’s the funniest thing they ever heard?

Shayne

When one of them gets a new outfit, how does the other react?

Shayne probably knows about the outfit already because he is there during the steps to get to that point. (Damien is indecisive.) But the few times he does surprise him, Shayne showers him in praises and compliments. (I might write this…the suit with red and black tie he posted on his most recent birthday, RenFaire, D&D movie premiere) Shayne also likes the jewelry a lot.

Damien, being the more tactile one of the pair, is probably more on the side of being speechless and just wants to touch. How the fabric stretches around his skin, the slopes on his chest, he touches his jaw to stare into his eyes because he swears certain colors make them stand out. He tends to buy oversized clothes for comfort anyway, but is happy when they fit Shayne and he can see how he looks in them.

Who tries to playfully scare the other person and who always knows where the other person is?

1) Damien 2) Shayne

Who runs up and hugs their partner while the other catches them?

1) Shayne 2) Damien

(I’ll die with the Damien-can-carry-Shayne hc.)

Who presses their nose against their partner’s cheek before kissing them?

Damien

Who accidentally snorts when they laugh and it just makes both of them laugh harder?

Damien

What are some things they do for their partner because the other knows they hate it?

This is a hard one! I can see Damien not being dirty but being a lil messy just with like clutter (me…) so Shayne being a little better about it, just to avoid tiny arguments about never putting stuff back. But also Damien has OCD and I don’t so idk what that experience is completely like. Maybe Shayne catches on to how Damien likes things and fixes them before he can notice.

In the hc that they’ve moved in together, I can see Shayne setting up appointments for Damien because he hates it, and Damien taking care of the cats since Shayne isn’t used to it.

In the pleasant little AU where nothing could go wrong, they do everything for each other.

Who giggles uncontrollably when the other picks them up?

Shayne

When did they fall in love with each other?

This is debatable especially because of that one agree to disagree video, so to quote John Green, “I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”

(Like Damien catching on to little things about Shayne that he really likes and enjoys: his laugh, his smile, the lil stretch where he puts his hands on his forehead, predicting jokes…and getting that inner urge from his love language being touch of just wanting to hug and caress and poke and kiss and everything…again, tactile.)

I think for Shayne it would take a little longer, lots of self doubt and questioning. Based on this podcast, as well as the agree to disagree video I linked before, Shayne is very heavily demispec coded, both romantic and sexual. (I often have a hard time distinguishing crushes vs someone just paying attention to me, don’t date around because it sucks, have attachment/abandonment issues, don’t have a lot of experience…maybe I’m self projecting but I have felt like emotionally connected to Shayne in that way, like our views on things, anxiety etc. are very similar, that’s also why he’s one of my fave cast members. Oops tangent over-) Anyway, it would take him a little while to come out of his shell bc he would feel like a different person, then just realize their relationship has slowly been progressing into different territory anyway and just let himself enjoy it.

What was their first kiss like?

Ooh, there’s so many ways this could go. One in the middle of a monologue about how they feel about the other? A passionate movie kiss where everything just melts and they feel all warm and cozy in each other’s arms? A confession of feelings one? A quick one that seems accidental, one waiting for the other’s approval, then it turns into more? Or it doesn’t turn into more, and they have a long, emotional, sweet conversation afterwards? So many possibilities.

If they argue and there’s a silent treatment, who breaks it first, apologizing and begging for a hug?

Shayne (clingy!Shayne is another fave trope of mine)

Who makes the other blush without even trying and they find it super endearing?

Shayne (Damien’s already just a blushy guy)

How do they hold each other when the other asks to be held?

Damien - scoops Shayne up and carries him as long as he can, loves to feel him weighing down on him like a weighted blanket.

Shayne - can’t do much because of the height difference, will still initiate hugs from behind and stand on his tip toes to reach Damien’s shoulder, lets Damien use his chest as a pillow to lay on, etc. Any opportunity Shayne gets to seem like he can hold Damien, like if he’s taller in a chair while Damien’s sat on the floor and he can tackle him, he takes.

Who breaks out the first aid kit when one of them gets a paper cut?

Damien

Where did they first say “I love you?’”

Once their outside-of-work hangouts started to become much more frequent

Height difference or age difference?

Damien is slightly older and slightly taller.

Who likes to stargaze?

Both. Damien provides the space facts, Shayne provides the puns.

Who buys cereal for the prize inside?

Both nerds

How do they handle plane rides together?

Shayne likes the opportunity to read, Damien reads over his shoulder, leaning on him if he manages to fall asleep, if he does get nervous tics, Shayne picks up on it and is able to calm him down

Who accidentally becomes a meme?

Shayne

If they went to couples yoga, how would they do?

Shayne tries to take it seriously, but Damien squinting and tilting his head at questionable phrases/positions or staring at him in awe would be extremely distracting.

Who is in love with the other person’s laugh?

Both

Who would run a bath for the other person?

Damien

Who runs their thumb over the other person’s skin to comfort them?

Damien

Who covers the other person with a blanket when they fall asleep anywhere other than the bed?

Both

*NSFW: Skip to the first fluff headcanon if you don’t want to read it* (For me this is only from fanfic reading/writing experience, heads up for inaccuracies)

What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to them during sex?

Knowing them; a funny noise, innuendo, one of them referencing a meme or tweet, or one having brain fog and forgetting what they were doing. I would hope that nothing would be so detrimental they never wanted to bring it up or be together again considering they literally joke wrote/read fanfic of them fucking.

What is the song they’d listen to during rough/hard/kinky sex?

Probably alt rock but I have absolutely no idea leave suggestions, please

What is the song they’d listen to while making love?

I hc 90’s R&B or Fleetwood Mac adjacent

Are they into roleplay or dress up during sex?

Nerds (a little, but it would be hard to take each other seriously. or it would be like Dio!Shayne, not Shayne is Dio)

Do they prefer sex in the tub or in the shower?

Shower

Is there anything they do together after sex?

If it’s after an intense d/s situation Damien is quick to bring in the aftercare elements. But mostly cuddle, talk, make each other laugh, sleep, maybe play a calming easy game like Stardew or Animal Crossing

What is something that will never fail to turn them on?

For Damien, I hc: Shayne dancing, working out, stretching (like showing midriff/happy trail), getting dressed/undressed, his chest.

For Shayne, I hc: Damien’s voice, hands/arms, ability to dirty talk, sensual gazes, certain touches that feel more than just playful, and real big acts of kindness that give Shayne that fuzzy feeling that turns into lust

What’s their favorite body part on the other?

^

*NSFW Over*

Who showers their pet with affection?

Damien

Who can lift the other up?

Damien

Who is better at Mario Kart?

Damien

Who is touch starved and while it’s funny at first the other realizes that their partner hasn’t had much physical affection in their life?

Damien

Who gets jealous easier?

Damien

Who feeds the ducks at the park?

Damien

#ship questions #shaymien #i will gladly do this five million more times they are so fun genuinely #rpf #shipping #prompts #headcanons #txt #p

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five

Chapter 5 of I’ll Be Back Again To Stay

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x single mom!reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s Note: alternative title: it’s Christmas Eve and everyone refuses to acknowledge their feelings

The last few days leading up to Christmas Eve were a whirlwind of present wrapping, Inez-wrangling, baking, and trying not to think about Santi. It was proving to be an impossible task.

No matter what you did, you couldn’t stop thinking about your kiss. And it wasn’t just a simple kiss, it was a full on, bonafide make out session, with someone you’d only met a little over a week ago, that made your head go all fuzzy and your chest tighten whenever you saw him or spoke to him or thought of him.

But that was an issue for another time, because Inez was getting harder and harder to calm down the closer Christmas Eve came.

Kids were always extra excited during the holiday season, but this year Inez was practically bouncing off the walls. She was beyond excited to spend it with her new friends, with more people than just you and her and Sydney, who couldn’t always make the trip after she’d moved away.

You’d felt bad before that you couldn’t give her that picture perfect, large family get together, with everyone smiling and laughing and full of holiday cheer. In your mind, Inez and Sydney were the only family you had, but Will and his buddies were a welcome extension of that.

Now, though, with your invitation to the Morales house, you and Inez get to experience that large family atmosphere. She’s able to run around with Maria while waiting to open presents, and they can play with their new gifts together afterwards.

The day before Christmas Eve, Inez was practically uncontrollable. You, Syd, and Will had taken her to the movie theater to watch the older holiday movies they played, just to give her something to distract her for a few hours. And it worked, but as soon as you left the theater, she was talking a mile a minute about what toys she hopes she gets and how she’s too excited to sleep, even though it’s still the middle of the afternoon.

To keep that holiday cheer going, and to keep her occupied, you have Inez help you with the gift wrapping you’d put off until the last possible second. She wasn’t much help at the actual wrapping part, but she was an expert at sticking the bows on.

Eventually, she runs off to play with the army of stuffies she’d brought, and you plop down on the couch next to Sydney.

“How are you feeling about tomorrow?” She asks, putting an emphasis on the you.

“Terrified. Extremely anxious. Like I’m on the verge of throwing up.” You tell her, honestly.

As much as the group had included you, you couldn’t help the times you felt like an outsider, an intruder ruining the dynamics that they’ve created years ago. Spending a holiday with someone is important, and you just don’t want them to second guess or regret asking you.

Plus, tomorrow would be the first time you’re seeing Santi since you kissed him, and you already know that Sydney will be able to tell that something’s off. The last thing you need tomorrow is Syd’s teasing.

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” she reassures you, giving you a squeeze on the shoulder.

“Yes I do,” you counter, “what am I supposed to wear?”

“Whatever you want.”

“But I left my ball gown at home.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” She deadpans, before you both break out in giggles.

It takes you a minute to recover, but once you do, Syd is ready to offer you real advice: “It’s honestly just a casual thing, you’ll fit right in in a pair of jeans. And don’t make a big deal because it’s a holiday, just approach it like just another night hanging out at the Morales’.”

Her advice actually worked to calm you down, but you were still beyond anxious about seeing Santi again. He hadn’t texted you since he dropped you off that night, so now you’re worried that he regrets it. You aren’t even sure how you feel.

He’s an attractive man, no one can argue with that, but you’re still not quite sure if your feelings go any deeper than that. And really, do you want them to? What good would it do for you to fall completely in love with a man who lives on the other side of the country?

But still, there’s that part of you that craves him, that wants to spend time with him. Just being near him is enough, his presence sending your nerves haywire and your heart pounding.

You try to ignore your feelings towards Santiago, and your nerves, but they’re always there, humming below the surface.

You give Inez a hot chocolate before sending her to bed early, because you know she’s going to beg you to let her stay up as late as possible tomorrow, and you’re going to let her. She needs as much sleep as she can get, because even though she refuses to nap, she’s a beast when she’s tired.

Luckily, she falls asleep pretty fast, all of the excitement finally getting to her. You sit with her for a few minutes, just watching as she drifts off, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead and creeping from the room.

You call it an early night yourself, far too anxious to sit with Sydney and Will and enjoy the holiday movie they have playing on the TV or the festive drinks they’ve made. Instead, you try your hardest to fall asleep at a decent time, steering your mind away from Santi.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but suddenly Inez is leaning over your groggy form, trying her hardest to whisper in your ear, “You gotta get up!” over and over again. Not your ideal wake-up call, but you put a smile on your face just the same.

You haul Inez downstairs for breakfast, where Sydney is making some last minute additions to your lunch contributions. She’s the exact opposite of Will, finishing tasks at the last possible second and somehow never worried about them.

They both greet you warmly as you set Inez at the kitchen table, wandering over to pour yourself some coffee. You know you’re going to need it. Inez, on the other hand, is absolutely bursting with energy and excitement, so much so that she can barely sit still long enough to eat her breakfast.

Once she’s finished and you’re almost fully awake, you haul her back upstairs to get ready for the day. Inez must be in a great mood, because she barely complains when you wash her face and help her brush her teeth. She’s all smiles as you help her get dressed and send her off downstairs so you can get ready.

You agonize over your outfit choices before you force yourself to calm down and remember what Sydney had told you last night, settling on a pair of jeans and a sweater. You take another minute to remind yourself that today is going to be great and to not overthink everything.

Once you’ve completed your pep talk, you join Inez and Will downstairs as you wait for Syd to finish getting ready before you can all head out. Inez helps Will load all of the gifts and food into the car, finishing just in time for Sydney to pull on her shoes.

The Morales house is already bustling by the time you arrive, and Benny and Santiago have yet to show up. Maria zips to the door to greet you, and as soon as Inez has her boots off, they’re running away to play. Frankie is in the kitchen, still trying to finish up the main dishes for lunch.

Sofia helps you arrange the gifts you brought under the tree, next to the TV that’s softly playing Christmas movies nobody is paying attention to. Soon afterwards, Benny arrives, followed by Santiago. Maria doesn’t bother coming downstairs to greet them, too distracted by Inez and their discussion of what toys they hope they get.

All the adults gather around the kitchen table as Frankie puts the finishing touches on the main dish and Sofia sets out place settings for everyone. Benny helps her carry the other dishes everyone brought, an array of snacks and side dishes so the Moraleses didn’t need to stress about every part of the day.

It’s almost impossible to make Maria and Inez sit down and eat, and they keep craning their necks to glance at the tree in the corner of the living room, as if someone would sneak in and steal all their gifts. As much as the adults want to have a leisurely meal, the girls scarf down their food, impatiently waiting for you all to do the same.

Sofia sends them from the table, exhausted by their endless bouncing, and when the rest of you exit the dining room a few minutes later, they’ve set themself up in front of the tree, intently staring at the gifts, as if they’re attempting to see through the boxes and wrapping paper. You can’t hold in your giggles at the sight, and the look the girls give you sends you into a full on laughing fit.

After what you’re sure felt like hours to them, you and the other adults finish cleaning up the kitchen and dining room before piling into the living room. There’s not enough room on the couch, so you settle yourself onto the floor, and Santi lowers himself next to you.

Frankie gives him a look, glancing from his face to his knees and back to his face. Santiago dismisses it with a shrug, and Maria comes barreling onto her father’s lap, ending any further inquiry from Frankie.

As you’d suspected, Inez had more fun tearing up wrapping paper and digging through bags than anything else. Of course, she was very happy with all of the gifts she’d received, especially the toy dinosaur in a dog’s Halloween costume princess dress from Benny. She absolutely squealed when she opened it, and Benny’s grin in response was one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen.

But, her gifts would keep her entertained later. For now, all she wanted to do was rip things open. So much so that you let her open your gifts for you, just to keep that excited little smile on her face. You also loved the way she’d go “oooo, look mama!” and hold up whatever was in the package. It was practically impossible to keep a smile off your face.

Everyone was in a great mood. You’d sense some tension earlier between Frankie and Santiago, when everyone was filing into the living room, but that’s disappeared. Now, happiness is practically radiating off of everyone in the room.

It’s amazing to you how comfortable you felt, how much these people felt like family when you’d been so reluctant to meet them. It seems crazy that you’ve only known them for less than two weeks when you could swear you’ve known them your entire life. You’re already dreading the return home.

But, you try not to focus on that. Instead, you focus on the fire Frankie had built in the fireplace, the chatter of your friends around you, the warm press of Santiago’s thigh against your own, and the excited grin of your daughter. You couldn’t be happier.

Once all of the gifts had been opened and Frankie had gone into full dad mode and cleaned up all of the wrapping paper and gift bags, the girls scampered off to play with their new goodies while you and the rest of the adults stayed in the living room.

You truly couldn’t remember the last time a holiday had been like this, all fuzzy and warm and full of laughter and people you cared about. As much as you enjoyed it, you were more grateful that Inez was able to experience it, the big get-together with all the warm, happy feelings.

You spend the rest of the afternoon snacking and chatting, tuning in and out of the holiday movies playing quietly on the TV. Inez and Maria are completely enamored with all of their new things, even taking turns to admire each other’s prizes.

It’s past dinner time when the Morales’ finally kick you out so they can do their yearly FaceTime call with Sofia’s family, who’s schedules never align for an in-person holiday. Benny heads back to Will and Sydney’s with you, but Santiago returns to his own house, waving off Will’s invitations to join you.

“He likes being in bed by eight,” Benny jokes as you’re walking towards your cars, earning a middle finger from Santi. You laugh at the joke, but you can’t help the little ache in your chest at the thought of Santiago returning to nothing but his dog. And, deeper down, the thought that he’d rather do that than spend more time with you.

You know you’re being dramatic, so you shake that thought away as soon as it comes, not allowing it to fester and grow into some ugly beast. You turn your mind away from Santiago, something you find yourself doing more and more often, and instead focus on making the rest of the day as perfect as possible.

Once you’re back at the house, you usher Inez upstairs for an early bath before changing her into the most festive, coziest pajamas she owns. Returning back downstairs once you’ve changed into your own comfy clothes, you find that Sydney’s set up plenty of snacks and drinks for you to spend the rest of the night watching movies.

The excitement of the day finally catching up with her, Inez is asleep before the first movie is over, her head resting on your lap and her body nestled between you and Benny. Instead of bringing her upstairs and potentially waking her up, you keep her with you, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her back to keep her asleep.

Benny leaves around 11, so he helps you haul Inez off of your lap and into your arms before he heads home and you and Inez head up to bed after saying goodnight to Sydney and Will. Miraculously, she stays asleep the entire transfer from couch to bed, even as you maneuver her out of your arms and onto her side of the bed.

You fall asleep soon after your head hits the pillow, exhausted from the day behind you and the even longer day ahead. You know that Inez will wake you at the crack of dawn, too excited to see what Santa brought to even entertain the idea of more sleep.

Sleep finds you quickly, and the man in your dreams shares a shocking resemblance to Santiago, but it doesn’t mean anything. It can’t mean anything.

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#santiago garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x you #santiago pope garcia #santiago pope garica x reader #triple frontier #triple fontier fanfic #i’ll be back again to stay

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Body Swap - June 21st

Characters and Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield and Thranduil / Thorin x Wife!Reader

Movie: The Hobbit

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard​ @lathalea

AN: Ok, Thorin, Thrandy plz don’t come at me, this was just a joke!! Love you both!! 😂 @i-did-not-mean-to​ this is what I meant Angel! Also, I’m sorry no graphic for this, and I’m really busy for the next few days. Ok bye bye, Haldir is whining for my attention again! 😂 - Haldir: Shalini! Get off that thing and look at me chasing my tail or I will chew your slippers again!

“It suits you!” You winked mischievously at your husband. His eyes flashed at you, the icy colour sending chills down your spine.

“I feel very uncomfortable that the fact you like me in this wretched figure, dear wife,” Thorin grumbled. You had to admit, it was odd hearing your husband’s voice fall from the elven king’s lips.

“Who are you calling wretched figure, Oakenshield!” The shouting from the other side of the room made you almost throw your head back in laughter. It greatly amused you; the once tall regal elven king now standing in the body of a dwarf to assert dominance, “If anything you should be grateful, to be blessed for the chance to wear a body so gifted and crafted by the eyes of Eru Ilúvatar.”

“I feel disgusted to have the body of a traitor,” Your husband growled out as you rolled your eyes. You placed a hand gently on his shoulder- or well, Thranduil’s shoulder. As amusing as all this was, it was uncomfortable to suddenly address your king and husband within the body of King Thranduil. The touch of velvet silks underneath your fingertips was not welcoming, nor was it, loving as the leather your husband always wore.

You have heard the fairytales from your own world before, the enchantment of the glass slippers, the curse of a rose, the darkened taste of death from a red apple, to possess the body of an animal and many others, though this, here, was truly something you never thought you would have ever come across. But your husband was within a world where magic flowed with free will, and dangerous curses lurked on the horizon. To be honest, this really, shouldn’t surprise you too much, compared to the many other things you have seen and heard (thanks to that certain wizard with tall pointed grey hat).

“You both do realise this is your own fault?” You stressed out, now strengthening your voice to overthrow them both.

“Pray tell, strange little human, how so is this our fault?” The elven king mocked from within your husband’s body. ‘Strange little human,’ well it was a nickname that started from your initial meeting with his crazy, big, giant tallness!

It wasn’t your fault the humans from your world were in the height range of dwarves. The elven king couldn’t believe you were a human during that first meeting while on the quest to reclaim Erebor.

“Both of you, as per usual, argued non-stop!” Your eyes twitched ever so slightly with each word, every little fight between these two- you swear, sometimes you just wanted to suffocate the both of them.

“I sent you both for a bonding trip, and you come back with some odd curse?” You groaned out, wanting to facepalm yourself for ever thinking this was a good idea. Maybe you should have listened to Balin’s warning, then you wouldn’t have screeched at the sound of Thranduil’s voice from inside your bed chambers, the one you shared with Thorin.

You had however whipped yourself around to find the body of your husband, but he grunted his disapproval of anything and everything he found. You had to listen to a whole speech from Thranduil as you made your way over to Mirkwood about how offensive of a treatment this was.

At times you felt like pulling your own hair out in the middle of these two, but you accepted your fate.

“I don’t know why, I agreed to this stupid ordeal!” Thranduil’s grunted, his voice falling from Thorin’s lips.

“That’s because I promised to give back your precious necklace, you moron! Now, shut up, and think about what happened on your so-called walking trip!” You almost screamed at the elven king, now having enough of his attitude.

The glare you received was familiar, the features of Thorin’s beautiful face moulding together to wear the emotion, but the person was different. You saw it through the eyes... because even if your husband was ever mad at you, he would not let you receive the full heat of his anger, a simple gaze from you or the touch of your skin on his would be enough to melt it all away.

“I do not remember meeting anyone,” Thranduil hissed out, you knew his patience was running out faster than the current of the river just outside, “Except that odd-looking elderly lady on the road on whom that stupid dwarf made a rude remark about and it had angered her!”

You raised an eyebrow, that sounded more like a Thranduil thing, than a Thorin thing.

“You wretched fool! That was you!” Thorin barked at him. Sometimes you actually felt like you were stuck in a nursery, with two of the naughtiest kids known to mankind!

“Thorin, honey, just wait,” You tried to cool how the rising anger within your husband, “An odd-looking elderly lady?”

“Yes, why does it matter?” Honestly, at times like these, you understood why Thorin would often speak out wanting to meet his fist to the elven king’s jaw until it was out of place. But you rather whack him in the head with his own berry-filled crown, though you couldn’t, even though you desperately wanted to, because it was your husband’s body that would receive the damage.

“You idiotic king of these stupid trees!” You whined, running a hand over your face, “For all, we know, that elderly old lady whose appearance you mocked about could have been a wicked witch!”

When a look of realisation passed over the faces of both kings, you rolled your eyes and let out a laugh.

“Then... what do we do now?” Your husband spoke, with a frown Thranduil’s features. For a second, you thought, if Thranduil wasn’t an ellon but a human, like yourself from your world, he would have been probably been concerned over the wrinkles frowns and smiles caused. You covered your mouth trying to keep in a laugh as you imagined Thranduil as a version of Victoria Beckham.

“Amrâlimê?” Thorin questioned at your sudden giddiness.

“I will tell you later, husband,” You promised him with a wink.

“For now we must find a cure for... all this,” You gestured vaguely at them in whole.

“How do we break this curse?” Thranduil made himself known again, of course, he couldn’t stay quiet for too long.

“You both kiss!”

The snap of their alarmed shocked faces towards you made you throw your head back in laughter until you were holding onto your stomach in stitches and tears dwelled in your eyes.

“Y/N!” Thorin grunted at you.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” You said, still laughing, “Let us find this elderly lady then. Unless... you two are actually willing to kiss!”

“Absolutely not!”

“I would rather die!”

You giggled as they answered you quickly with strong disapproval.

“Alright then, let us go find this witch. Maybe she’s the wicked witch of the west in middle earth?” You hummed, nostalgically, remembering the fairytale of Dorothy and her ruby red slippers.

You laughed at the confused expression on their faces, “I will tell you the story on the way!”

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