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ladylooch · 10 months

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Every Time with Timo Meier

A/N: Feeling a lil angsty, sweet, sensitive T & Em today.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing.

“My life has changed a lot since I became a husband and father, so these days the pre-game nap is shorter and yeah, I think it can be a challenge to focus on hockey all the time, but it is one of those things I have worked through and I’m more adaptable because of it.”

I bite my lip at the interview posted on TikTok from NHL Europe asking Timo about how his off-ice rituals has evolved over his career. I glance up to where he is with Lio, sleeping in the reclining chair because Lio was fighting nap time and wanted daddy snuggles. Normally, Timo takes his pre-game nap in the bedroom with the blinds drawn and a mask on his face to block out everything.

One of those things he’s had to work through and adapt. Because of you.

A darkness in my mind begins to whisper. I lock my phone, looking at Lio’s fat cheek squished into Timo’s chest. Normally, I love these moments. But in two hours, Timo will need to be heading to the rink and none of his pre-game rituals have been done today. What if he plays bad and the team loses and they fall out of the division lead this close to the playoffs? Then all the fans will be crying out on social media at how overrate and overpaid Timo is.

And it will be your fault. You’re the reason his life is so much harder now.

I can’t ignore the mean voice in my head telling me I’ve ruined his life. Panic begins to bubble in my chest. Maybe he never wanted any of this and felt obligated. Maybe he secretly doesn’t love me and wakes up every morning hating how his life has turned out.

Tears fall down my cheeks unexpectedly. I get up quietly, going to the powder room to wipe them away. But now that I am alone, the tears fall faster. It’s clear this wave is going to consume me, so I go upstairs for some distance. I crawl onto the bed, curling up into a ball on the comforter and crying until I fall asleep in mental exhaustion.

I wake up to Timo’s hands on me. One runs through my hair and the other smooths over my butt and thigh. I startle then relax when I see him. My hand cups his bicep, gripping at his sweatshirt as my eyes close again.

“You okay, baby?” I can feel how puffy my eyes are. I imagine my cheeks are red too. I nod, then turn my face into the comforter more. “Em.” The bed dips a bit under me as Timo sits down. He presses his face into my thigh, giving me a soft kiss. I put my hand on his head, starting down at where my knees are bent together. Timo is patient, knowing I am fighting like hell to break my walls down to be vulnerable.

“Do you ever wish things were different?”

“How so?” He asks, hand rubbing along my arm, then tangling our fingers together.

“With us.”

“Like…?” I sigh and he chuckles. “You’re not giving me much to work with here.”

“Like if you could go back, would you do something different that night? Would you make a different choice knowing how it would end?” He starts to respond but I cup his cheek, turning to look him in the eye. “Be honest with me.” He maintains eye contact for a moment, pausing so I know he is speaking from the heart.

“No. I would do the same thing. Every time. I would still rail you on that table and the bed and finish on the floor.”

“I’m not talking about the sex.”

“I know you’re not. You’re talking about the fact that we made a baby together that night. Who is now asleep in the room down the hall and is our entire world.”

“Maybe we messed everything up.”

“Or maybe that was supposed to happen. Em, I wouldn’t have you if you didn’t get pregnant. And you were all that I wanted. This life is what I wanted. With you.”

“I feel like I took something from you.”

“Babe.”

“What if those girls on TikTok from last season are right? I took the best moments of your career from you by making you a father.”

“Ugh.” He groans. “I knew this was coming from social media.” He rolls me onto my back then straddles me, squeezing my hips with his knees.

“You gave me a life that matters. That isn’t just about how many points I score or how much money I make. I wouldn’t have that without you and Lio.” He laces our hands together, putting them next to my head. His mouth hovers over mine as he continues. “I come home every day knowing I have someone who loves me for who I am, not what I do on the ice. I wasn’t sure I could find this, babe.” He searches my eyes, then finishes. “And what would be the point of living my dream without you to share it with?”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I…” I trail off, not sure what else to say.

“It’s okay. You get to have moments of doubt. I have them too. I usually toss you over my shoulder and bring you up here, but.. if you wanna cry instead, I’ll wipe your tears.”

“Kiss me. For like five minutes.” I murmur. He grins then leans down to softly make out with me. By the time our five minutes is up, we are naked, loving each other with our bodies in sweet, sensual thrusts.

When we are done, I lay on his chest while he strokes my spine.

“Show me what made you feel this way. I’ll get it taken down.”

I hand him my phone which is still open to the TikTok. I rest my chin on his sternum to watch him look at it. He is taken aback by it, eyebrows furrowed as he scrolls through the comments too. He was clearly expecting a fan-made slanderous TikTok. Not him in an interview. He tosses my phone to the side again, squeezing me tight to his chest.

“I love you. What I was talking about is nothing negative about you and Lio. Things are different now, that’s it. They aren’t harder. They aren’t easier. Just different than what it was. That is all I meant.”

“I know. I don’t know why it made me feel bad.”

“There is nothing to feel bad about. Our story is ours and it’s perfect.” He pulls me up his body, so he can kiss me. “You are everything. Lio is everything. Our family is everything. If I lost hockey tomorrow I would survive because I have us.”

“I know.” He kisses me softly again.

“I have to start getting ready. Are you okay?”

“I’m great, babe.” I assure him. “I should get Lio up or he is going to be cranky the rest of the night.”

“Okay.” He gives me one last kiss, then watches as I roll off of him and start putting my clothes back on. “Em.” His soft tone makes me pause. “Would you still pick this?”

“Yes. Every time.”

Timo smiles in relief, then heads to the bathroom to shower.

#TM: Loving & Leaving #timo meier blurb

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havesomeballs · 1 year

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dont want to come as off rude but didnt tapalovic caused all that goalkeeper drama with manuel? like not hearing the coach, just focusing on his 'best friend', etc?

Yeah that’s what’s circulating out there? I cannot judge the truth content of those hearsays, obviously, but rn they seem to be rather one sided, to put it nicely. Clearly Toni and Manu are close friends and have been for long, so ofc there’s that. 🤷🏻‍♀️

My main problem with this whole thing is that I feel like they are currently both getting framed in the press and in a way that’s very much not to my liking. All of a sudden the captain of the team (!) and the gk coach who’s been there for a decade (!) are mean, gossipy fossils, who run their bff clique, are uncooperative, against progress/new approaches and hide from competition? All while Brazzo is pictured as the big mediator, which is just lol no thanks.

How convenient it is for all this to come up when one of the concerned people is not even available to properly react/take a stand (very literally ehhh).

I don’t have an elaborate theory of who exactly wants what endgame here (honestly I’ve been avoiding football news/content for a while too for— well, my sanity), and a huge chunk of it is surely the press spinning whatever narrative they “stumble into” and “sells well”, but this is not happening for the first time here. (Maybe I’d be less suspicious if it wasn’t the case.) There has been a rather similar “character assassination campaign” against Hansi Flick back in the day. And isn’t it interesting that Brazzo always had a dream coach, who very clearly wasn’t Flick—

But somehow we aren’t supposed to be discussing/questioning other egos and biases that are in play in this. Wonder who/what does that imbalance serve. Wonder who/what that now longish list of super accomplished, loyal people serve who have been let go from the club one way or another (I’d say mostly disgracefully) over the last 2 years. Funnily many of them work together now elsewhere. Now I only have experience in the corporate world (which is actually great bc Bayern after all is a corporation lol), but this is usually a sign of shit (could say toxic) management.

I’m willing to accept that change can be necessary even if it’s painful, but like— has anyone delivered on the promises here? I’d like to see what all this soulless purge was for.

Even that wouldn’t bother me so much if not for all the “mia san mia” bs. Well, the style and pace in which the club is getting rid of some of its best and most loyal ones make me question who exactly are they really. Hope they prove me wrong, but what’s happening (again) comes off as an attack on more than one club legend at once. One just got fired and I can’t help being very concerned for the other. Can’t wait to learn from Bild how Manu was never actually a good goalie, Toni just managed to hide the facts till now, out of brotherly love—

Sorry, this got a lil off the rails.

Btw, to whom it may concern: if this is how your employer has your back while you are on sick leave, maybe time to reconsider some things in your (professional) life.

(And dammit, Bayern, those are really not the thoughts I used to follow football for.)

#anon reply #re the toni tapalovic news #just another grief post #fc bayern #team toni #toni tapalovic #manuel neuer

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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

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avenger!reader who suffers from depression and is really hard on herself/themself and blames themself after a mission went wrong and locks themselves out, bucky is worried abt them and comforts them

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count:3102 (wow I went off the rails a bit huh 😅)

Warnings: self-blame, mentions of death, nightmares, panic attacks, breakdown, lots of tears, this one’s really angsty, flashbacks, some fluff/comfort but so much angst

A/N: I loved this request and had a great time writing it. This one’s a lil more angsty than I usually do and deals with some heavier themes than some of my other ones, so please take care of yourself and heed the warnings. I love you guys so much!

There was nothing you could have done.

You were the first off the quinjet, anxious to get out of the unbearable silence.

You kept your head down as you walked quickly to your room, trying to make as little noise as possible, stumbling to get into your room as fast as possible, locking the door behind you as you let the tears fall.

You looked up at the ceiling, trying to stave off your breakdown as you tried to keep taking even breaths.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” you said in a small voice.

“Yes?” the AI responded.

You took a shaky breath, trying to keep your voice even. “Turn on soundproofing, please.”

“As you wish. I am picking up on signs of distress, would you like me to call Sergeant Barnes?”

You shook your head violently at the thought of anyone, especially your boyfriend seeing you like this. “No.”

“Are you sure? Would you like me to call -”

“Don’t let anyone in this room.”

“As you wish, Y/n.”

You heard a noise indicating that the room had been soundproofed.

And you lost it.

You brought a hand to your face and sank back against the wall, shoulders shaking with the force of your sobs. You pushed yourself back against the wall, trying to ground yourself. Your mind flashed back to the mission you had just returned from and you let out an agonizing scream.

You’ll never forget the looks on their faces.

“Y/n, come on we have to go!”

“Wait - no I almost have them!”

“Help us - please - no don’t go!”

Blood curdling screams that didn’t belong to you, followed by your own.

A building had collapsed on an innocent family in the aftermath of the fight. You tried to get them out, but you were too late, Steve pulling you away at the last second before you were taken out too.

You were so angry, you had been so close - if you had seen them sooner, if you had just a few more seconds, maybe you could’ve gotten them out.

The last thing that they saw was their only hope being pulled away from them before being suffocated.

You were the last thing they saw, you had promised to get them out.

And you had lied to them.

The last thing they felt was hope that they’d see another day. No - the last thing they felt was betrayal and fear when they realized that one of the world’s greatest heroes couldn’t be their hero too.

The moments that had followed were a blur, your eyes frozen on where their eyes had been, shock coursing through your veins. You had seen someone die before but...not like that. Not when you could’ve maybe saved them.

The shock quickly bubbled into anger as you turned to Steve.

“Why the FUCK would you do that? I could’ve saved them!”

“You would’ve died Y/n!”

“If you hadn’t been distracting me then maybe I would’ve gotten them out in time!”

You had angry tears in your eyes, hitting Steve’s chest and doing exactly nothing to his broad form while he tried to console you.

“Get the fuck away from me! I could’ve saved them, this is YOUR fault.”

The ride back was silent. No one dared to talk to you about what had happened. You felt bad after a while but you couldn’t apologize without completely crumbling. If you opened your mouth you were certain that sobs would come rather than words.

You did feel horrible for what you said, because it wasn’t true. It wasn’t Steve’s fault.

It was yours.

So you waited until you returned to the privacy of your room, screaming bloody murder over the guilt you felt. Replaying what had happened, telling yourself everywhere you had gone wrong, every hesitation that could’ve given you an extra few seconds.

You felt like you’d never stop seeing their eyes, paralyzed by fear.

You were the last thing they saw, and now you would remember their last moment for the rest of yours.

You couldn’t imagine the amount of pain and fear they had felt when they realized they weren’t getting out of the rubble alive. That they would die as a part of a warzone they didn’t intend to be a part of. The feeling of hope draining from their bodies, blood running cold as they realized they had mere seconds left.

“No!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, body curling in on itself as you drew your knees in and wrapped your arms around your torso, sick to your stomach.

This was your fault, and you would never forget it.

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The rest of the team had sighed as they watched you get off the quinjet, walking a bit too fast to be alright. They shared concerned looks with each other, watching your form disappear into the compound.

You weren’t okay, but after what had happened when Steve tried to approach you, they thought it best to give you some space.

The rest of them entered the compound, going their separate ways as Steve sat to down and ran a hand down his face, trying to get his mind off of what had happened. He was shaken up too, but he couldn’t lose you like that. You would die protecting strangers, and while he thought that was noble, he wondered when there wouldn’t be someone to pull you out in time.

Bucky had come down to check on you, knowing that the team had gotten back from a mission. But before he could knock on the door, F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke. “Sergeant Barnes, Y/n has requested that she not be disturbed.”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, both in concern and confusion. Usually when a mission hit you hard, you would talk to him about what had happened. So either you were just tired, or this was worse than it had ever been.

He clenched his jaw and stood there for another few moments before he walked away, heading towards anyone who may be able to tell him what happened on the mission.

He came into the common room, seeing Steve doing a mission report. Well - the mission report was in front of him and he was staring blankly at it.

“Steve?” Bucky said softly, trying not to startle him.

Steve didn’t look up.

“Steve,” Bucky said a little louder.

Steve looked up from the papers, shaking his head slightly. “Hey, Buck. What’s up?”

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, taking in Steve’s tired appearance and how his mind seemed elsewhere.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Steve said, barely looking at Bucky.

“You know, I’ve taken care of enough black eyes from mister back-alley hero to know when you’re not really fine.” Bucky said with a small smirk.

Steve’s eyes flicked up to Bucky’s as he sighed. “It’s not me you should be worried about,” he muttered.

“What happened?” Bucky asked.

Steve recounted the mission to his friend, Bucky getting increasingly concerned about you. He knew you had a tendency to blame yourself for different things, and he knew what blaming yourself for someone’s death was like, even if you couldn’t control the situation.

Bucky was brainwashed. You were too late. Two different things, but the survivor's guilt was excruciating.

“Is she okay?” Bucky asked nervously.

“She didn’t get hurt, if that’s what you mean,” Steve started, “but she seemed pretty shaken up. You haven’t talked to her?”

“She doesn’t want to be bothered,” Bucky said.

Steve nodded. “Just give her some time,” he said, worriedly.

Bucky nodded, though unconvinced. He bottled up his emotions until the two of you met. Ever since the two of you never kept anything from each other. And he knew that seeing someone die and feeling at fault for it could destroy you. He wasn’t sure if time and space was what you needed.

But it was what you wanted right now. So he wouldn’t get in the way.

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Back in your room you were curled in a ball on the floor, sobs wracking your body as you lost all sense of time and space and all you knew was it hurt and if you closed your eyes they were right there and you couldn’t do anything about it. You had a hand pressed to your chest as you tried to breathe but eventually gave way to a new surge of agony when your mind went back to how people died and you couldn’t help them.

You tried to calm down but then your mind would remind you that they had a family and they would never see them again and it was your fault.

“Stop, please just stop,” you put your hands over your ears as you tugged slightly on your hair.

They died terrified.

“Please make it stop,” you sobbed.

You were supposed to help them and you failed.

“No, God, please stop…”

They died because of you

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You had fallen asleep on the floor at some point, when, you weren’t sure, but you woke up to your own screams. You were drenched in a cold sweat, dried tears on your face and chest heaving as you tried to breathe. You brought your hands to your mouth when you realized it was just a dream, sobbing once again.

You didn’t know why these people’s death was hitting you harder than any other death you had seen. This wasn’t the first time you had seen people die - far from it. You’d killed your fair share of agents without a hint at remorse. Because they deserved it.

You’d seen buildings burn down, fall apart, innocent people die - but you’d never felt as responsible as you did this time. Because they were right there. And you were so close.

But they still died and you saw their last moments. And you were theirs.

And it was destroying you.

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You didn’t leave your room the following day. Or the day after that.

Needless to say, the team was extremely worried about you. Especially Bucky.

He knew what survivor’s guilt could do to a person, and he knew being alone with your thoughts wasn’t helping. He also knew that pushing the topic could do much more harm than good, causing you to retreat further into yourself.

He tried texting you, wanting to let you know that he was there for you, that he was worried about you, and that he loved you.

None of them went though because your phone was off, you having not even looked at it since coming back from the mission.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. was still telling everyone that you did not want to be disturbed, as you had requested. Obviously Tony had the power to override the locks, but again, no one wanted to push you.

When it had been 3 days since you had seen any sunlight, Bucky had had enough. He knew you couldn’t be taking proper care of yourself and he couldn’t let you do that to yourself. He had Tony override your locks and he came to your door, knocking gently.

“Y/n?”

Silence.

He knocked again, a little louder. “Y/n? I’m coming in, alright?”

Silence.

Bucky took a deep breath before he opened your door slowly, peeking his head in. it was the middle of the afternoon and your room was dark, the only light coming from the hallway and from the cracks between the shades, which were drawn shut.

Bucky let himself in and turned on a lamp, shutting the door behind him. He looked at you with worried eyes as he took in your appearance.

You were pressed up against the headboard of your bed, knees drawn to your chest as you stared blankly, your eyes fixated on your bedsheets. Your eyes were red, face blotchy, your hair was a mess and you were still wearing your uniform from the mission.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said quietly, voice raspy from yelling these past few days.

“Y/n -”

“Get out,” you said quietly, though not angrily.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, y/n.”

“Please,” you said, cursing yourself as your voice cracked. You didn’t want to breakdown in front of Bucky.

“It’s not your fault, y/n.”

You pushed yourself off of the bed, shaking your head. “I’m not doing this right now, Bucky.”

“You’re going to have to talk about it at some point, y/n.”

“Not if I can help it.”

“This kind of thing isn’t going to go away, okay? Time heals but not by itself.” You weren’t listening as you ran a hand over your face, overwhelmed.

“Please, talk to me y/n. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

“I’m fine.”

“This isn’t fine. Not taking care of yourself and living in the dark staring at the wall isn’t fine, y/n. Please, don’t hide from me. It’s just me, y/n.”

You shook your head, eyes glazed over like glass. “I could’ve saved them.” you said simply.

“Y/n, there was nothing -”

“BULLSHIT!” You yelled. “There had to have been something I could do, if I had gotten there earlier or - or if I had moved faster or been stronger then I could’ve gotten them out! It’s my fault they’re dead okay? I couldn’t save them and that’s my fault!”

Bucky walked over to you slowly, asking you to look at him. “It isn’t your fault, y/n. The building collapsed, no one could’ve gotten them out.”

“I could have saved them.” you said again, tears falling down your face. “I could have gotten them out. I was the last thing they saw and you know what I was doing? Being carried away like some coward. They died afraid because a superhero couldn’t save them. And that’s on me.”

Bucky shook his head slightly. “You can’t save everyone, y/n.”

“So what, am I supposed to choose? I’m supposed to choose whether I save people or move on because they aren’t part of the mission? Am I supposed to let them die?” you asked incredulously.

“You can’t risk your own life like that, y/n.”

“What? And pretend like my life is any more important than theirs?!” you exclaimed.

“Y/n -”

“No, why do I have the right to walk away from people because I’m afraid of getting hurt when they’re about to die? What gives me that right?”

“Because I can’t lose you!” Bucky exclaimed. “Yes, those people matter, but goddamn it y/n, you have helped so many people and you will keep saving so many people, but you can’t do that if you’re dead. We help who we can and mourn the rest. It’s not your fault that those people died. There was nothing that you could have done.”

“But if I had a few more seconds -”

“The building still would have fallen and you’d be asking yourself for a few more seconds. There is nothing you or anyone else could’ve done.”

You stayed silent, more tears falling from your eyes. Bucky pulled you in for a hug as your shoulders started to shake with more sobs. “I know it doesn’t make it hurt any less, but it’s not your fault.”

“I can’t stop seeing the look they had on their faces,” you shook your head. “Everytime I try to sleep I see them and I can’t make it go away. And I want to forget but I don’t deserve to and it hurts but I don’t deserve to forget.”

“I know, I know,” Bucky said, knowing all too well what being haunted by the fear on someone’s face was like. “But it’s not your fault. You didn’t let them die, y/n. You would’ve given anything to save them, if Steve hadn’t pulled you away you would’ve died with them. You didn’t run away even though you knew you would die if you stayed. You do know that right?”

“I don’t care.”

“I don’t think you mean that,” Bucky said softly. You felt new tears fall from your eyes as you hid your face into Bucky’s chest.

“You can’t tell me that nothing could be done. You can’t tell me that innocent people were going to die and that’s the way it has to be. That isn’t fair,” you spoke through your tears.

Bucky pulled back to wipe the tears from your face and look you in the eyes. “They were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you did everything in your power to save them. It’s not your fault that you got there too late. Those HYDRA agents who destroyed the city - it’s their fault. Not yours.”

“I’m supposed to protect people,” you said as you shrugged and shook your head slightly. “If I can’t do that then what am I?”

“A person who is trying their best. You don’t always have to be everyone’s hero. You don’t have to take responsibility for everyone, that’s too much to expect of anyone. It’s not your responsibility to save everyone because you can’t. But you’ve saved so many people that would’ve died if you weren’t there. You are so important, but you have to stay alive to help more people.”

You took a shaky breath. “Those people were going to die no matter what,” you whispered, more to yourself than to Bucky. Your chest tightened again and you felt sick. “Oh my God,” you said, the acceptance of the fact brought on a new wave of emotions as your knees felt weak.

Bucky pulled you back into his chest again, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “It’s not your fault, y/n.”

“Then why does it hurt so much?” you sobbed against his chest.

“Because you have a good heart.”

You shook your head against his chest. “I don’t want one if it means it’s going to hurt this much.”

“It’s okay, y/n. It’s gonna be okay, I’ve got you.”

“Please make it stop. I don’t want it to hurt anymore.”

Bucky felt tears sting his own eyes at your pain, holding you tighter against him. He cleared his throat before saying “I can’t make it go away. But I’m here to hold you and do everything I can to make it better. I’m not going anywhere y/n.”

He held you against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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Cake & Kisses

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: nothing really

Category: fluff with like 0.01 angst if you squint

Word Count: 2.8k (This one kind of ran away from me oops)

Author’s Note: This is for my darling @mrs-dr-reid, when I saw it was your birthday, I had to write a little something for you. Happy birthday again! <3

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The sun peeked through the curtains just as your alarm went off. Your boyfriend, Buck, had a habit of closing the curtains before he left for work which you didn’t mind on your days off but today, you couldn't wait to get out of bed.

See, today was a special day. It was your birthday and Buck had been hinting all week that he had a surprise for you.

“Babe?!” you shouted as you rolled out of bed.

Peering over the railing, you looked around for your boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found. You picked up your phone to find a few messages, birthday wishes from your mom and your siblings before you came across a text from Buck.

From Buck: Headed into work early, covering for Eddie. Chris came down with something so he took him to the doctors. See you at work, love you

To Buck: Okay, love you too

Huh. No birthday wish. It was a bit strange considering how excited he was but you didn’t think anything of it. Maybe he would tell you at work. You replied to your siblings and just as you were going to reply to your mom, she called you. You spoke with her as you got ready for work. She wished you well before letting you go.

The drive to the station was quicker than expected. Walking in, it seemed like a normal day, you went through your routine- changing, clock in and head up for breakfast. You braced yourself, hoping that maybe there was a surprise for you but nope, just a regular old day. Hen was sitting on the couch, her legs up on the table with Chimney beside her in the same position, both of them saying good morning as you passed by. You smiled at them on your way to the kitchen, your boyfriend had his back turned to you, he was getting a cup of coffee.

Your arms wrap around his waist, hugging him from behind. “Hey you” you smile, Buck’s hand comes down to rest on top of yours, “good morning baby. Want some coffee?” he turns, a mug in his other hand. You sigh, looking up at your boyfriend- head tilted slightly with a small smile on your face.

“What ?” he smiles too, his expression mirroring yours. Shaking your head, you smile, “nothing. You just look cute that's all.”

“Hm, so do you” he leans, meeting you halfway before giving you a kiss.

“I’ll be back love, I forgot my phone in my locker” you give his hip a squeeze before unwrapping your arms from him and heading down the stairs. Once you reach the locker room, you see Eddie in there. Knocking on the wall to give him a heads up, he turns to the door. “Oh hey” he smiles and turns back to his locker.

“Hey, how’s Chris feeling ?”

“Chris ?” he trails off, he was unsure what you were talking about.

“Buck said Chris wasn’t feeling well. You took him to the doctors ?” leaning against the lockers, you look at Eddie. You watch as his confusion changes into understanding.

“Oh yeah, stomach bug he picked up at school. Carla’s at home with him” he says, he gave you another smile before stepping out of the room.

You find your phone and sit on one of the benches. You find a few more messages from your friends from high school and such - not that you didn’t appreciate them, it was just that none of the messages were from who you really wanted one from. Regardless, you said thank you and moved on.

Heading back up to the kitchen, the team had made themselves comfortable at the table and they were having a conversation until they saw you. The conversation stopped, they were all looking at you.

“Come sit, breakfast is gonna get cold” Bobby smiles, nodding towards the chair beside Buck.

You take a seat next to your boyfriend, he smiles at you as his hand comes down and rests on your thigh. “Did I interrupt something just now?” questioning, you take a sip of coffee which you soon realized was Buck judging by the overpowering sweetness.

“We were just talking about the latest episode, Buck said you hadn't seen it yet” Hen tells you, you hum.

Breakfast was interrupted by the sound of blaring alarms. Everyone loaded up onto the truck, you could feel the awkwardness building by the second. From Buck leaving early this morning, to Eddie seeming confused about taking Chris to the doctors and then the dropped conversation at breakfast- something was off today.

Nonetheless, you pushed all the awkwardness aside and did your job. There was a little kid who gotten himself stuck at the top of a tree but his father couldn't go up to get him because the branch was about to break. The entire team wasn't exactly needed, Eddie got up on the ladder and got the little boy down.

You were sitting on the curb of the street when Buck found you. “Hey, we’re about to leave.” the displeasure evident on your face, Buck sat beside you.

“Are you okay babe ?”

“What day is it today ?”

“The 5th, why ?”

“So you know what day it is then”

“Well yeah” Buck chuckled, “are you sure you’re alright ?” he asked once more, you hummed before getting up and leaving him at the side of the road.

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The station was quiet, most of the team had left half an hour ago. Hen was on her way home to Karen and the kids, Chimney was going on a date with Maddie and Eddie was on his way home to his little boy. Your boyfriend Buck, also headed home because he was tired.

Bobby had made dinner and it didn’t seem fair for everyone to leave and have him be stuck with paperwork and dishes so you stuck around and tidied up a bit. After clearing the table and washing the dishes, as well as sticking the leftovers in the fridge, you head down to change and then go home. Seeing that it was empty, you took your sweet time changing. You were sitting on the bench, putting on your shoes when you saw Bobby coming towards you.

“Did you clean the kitchen ?” he asks, stepping further into the locker room.

“Yeah, I heard that you had some paperwork so it didn’t seem fair that you got stuck cleaning” you tell him.

“Thank you,” he smiles and sits beside you, “did they all leave ?”

“Yeah” you hum.

Bobby nudged your shoulder with his, “Happy birthday y/n” he smiles, you look at him- shocked. “You remembered ?” “Of course, how could I not?”

“Thanks” you give him another smile, which turns into a sigh. “What’s wrong ?”he asks you.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Isn't Athena waiting for you at home ?”

“She’ll be okay if I'm a few minutes late, what’s on your mind kid?”

“It’s just that you’re the only one that remembered” you admit to him quietly.

“Your birthday ? Surely at least Buck remembered” he looks at you.

You shake your head, sighing. “Sorry, I feel like dumb whining about it. It’s just a birthday you know ? I mean they’ve got busy lives, it’s fine” you tell him, you were trying to reassure yourself more than you were trying to convince Bobby.

“Hey, don’t apologize.” He gives your hand a squeeze, “why don’t you come over? You can have dinner with Athena and I”

“Thank you, but I couldn’t do that. I can’t crash your plans like that”

“Y/n, I assure you that you wouldn’t be crashing our plans. Plus, she’s been asking me when she’s going to see you again” he chuckles and gets up, “come on. I’ll call her and let her know that we’re coming” Bobby reaches into his pocket for his phone when you get up, you follow him outside and then the two of you head towards his house.

The whole drive over, you couldn’t stop thinking about how they forgot your birthday. You could understand everyone else- Hen, she had Karen and her family to think about. Eddie was worried about Chris who wasn't feeling the best right now and Chimney and Maddie had a baby on the way- but Buck, that one hurt.

Bobby waited for you outside and both headed in. He stepped in first, shouting for Athena as he walked in. “Honey! I’m home! Y/n’s with me!” he shouted, stepping further into the house. Bobby walked down the stairs first, the house was quiet and you hadn't heard Athena answer him either. You followed him in, shutting the door when you stepped in. As you round the corner, you see the living room was empty, Bobby now by the dining room table with Athena.

“Y/n, sweetheart!” Athena called for you as she saw you. She made her way over, arms opened for a hug. “Happy birthday!” She pulls you in for a hug, your arms wrapping around her.

“Thank you Athena,” you give her a smile. “Hopefully, I'm not ruining any plans” She leads you towards the table, her hand now resting on your back.

“Not at all, actually we were just waiting on you” she says, your brows furrow and head tilts in confusion. She holds your shoulders and spins you towards the kitchen where the team and their families are standing.

“Happy birthday!” they all shout, you let out a laugh. “I cannot believe y’all” you’re smiling so much, it physically hurts your face. “Thank you, you guys are so sweet - and here I was thinking y’all forgot”

“How could we forget your birthday?” Chimney asks as he comes over to give you a hug, Maddie following him and repeating his actions. Maddie wasn't far along but just far enough for her bump to start showing, your hand rests on her stomach for a moment, she smiles as her hand comes up to rest on yours.

A few moments later, Hen and Karen come over, both wishing you a happy birthday as Denny and Nia give you the card they made for you. You crouch down to give them a hug, thanking them for the beautiful card they made you and promising them that it’s going to go up on the fridge when you get home.

Eddie and Chris were next, Chris wrapping his arms around your waist as he leant into your side. Your hand coming to his hair, running your fingers through it. “I thought you had the stomach bug lil man” you look down at the boy who was grinning at you. “No, dad and Buck said that so dad could pick up your birthday cake” he tells you, spilling all of his father and Buck’s secrets. “Is that so?” you ask him, looking at Eddie who was holding back a smile. “Yeah! it’s chocolate cake, I picked the flavour” he says proudly, making you smile. Chris walks off at some point while you and Eddie are talking, making his way over to Denny, Nia and Harry.

“I know we shouldn’t have lied- are you mad ?” Eddie asks, handing you a cup of a currently unknown liquid. “I mean, kinda but not really ?” you both laugh, “happy birthday y/n” Eddie kisses your cheek before walking off.

Finally your boyfriend makes his way over to you, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “Happy birthday baby” he smiles, kissing your temple as you lean into his side.

“Thank you but I’m still mad at you” you huff, turning your face away from him.

“Oh, what’s wrong ?” he asks, his thumb pushing your head back towards him. You smack his side, not hard enough to hurt him but hard enough to get his attention. “Ow! what was that for?”

“How could you let me go all day thinking that you forgot my birthday ?!”

“Because I had to come up with some way to keep this a secret! If I told you happy birthday, you'd realize I was up to something.” he tells you, you hum- not bothering to give his answer a reaction. You weren't actually mad, you were grateful that he took the time to plan a surprise party for you- you were grateful for the entire team, they truly were your family.

“Don’t be mad, c’mon” he turns towards you, his hands now on your hips and your arms come up to his shoulders. “I couldn’t stay mad at you if I wanted to” smiling at him, he leans in and kisses you. A chorus of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’ put a halt in your moment as you both look over to see the 3 boys giggling with a very confused Nia beside them. Buck laughs, sending them on their way before turning back to you.

“I hear I have chocolate cake waiting for me somewhere”

“How’d you know that ?” he asks, obviously confused as to how you deduced the flavour of your birthday cake.

“Christopher”

“Ah man, that was supposed to be part of the surprise”

“What can I say ? My charm is irresistible, he just had to tell me” you joke, Buck chuckles. Buck pulls you closer to him, his body basically pressed against yours. “Can I tell you something ?” he looks down at you- although you weren’t super short, he still towered over you, as he did everyone because he was a giant but that’s besides the point. You hum, waiting for him to tell you whatever it is he wanted to tell you.

“It was killing me not to tell you happy birthday. You have no idea how much I just wanted to pick you up and shout it” he groans and then sighs like he’s let out the biggest secret of his life. You laugh, “well I’m glad you told me anyways” you kiss his cheek, he smiles.

“Can you get me a cupcake, please ? I think they’re in the fridge” he asks, you hum. Letting go of him, you turn to the fridge. You spot your cake in the corner, blue frosting with white lettering. Finding the tray of cupcakes, you pull it out and set it in the counter before picking out one for Buck.

When you turn, Buck was gone - well it seemed like he was until you glanced down. Buck was in front of you on his knee, the black velvet box in his hand opened, a beautiful diamond ring sitting in it.

“Y/n, you make me the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I know I always tell you that I don’t believe in soulmates but with you- it’s different. You are my soulmate, the one I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with. From the first day you walked into the station with your “I’m new but I know my shit” attitude, I was into you because babe, that was so hot.” You both chuckle before he continues.

“You’re my best friend and I would do anything to show you how much I love you - literally anything. I love you and I really hope you love me as much as I love you because this is about really awkward if you don’t- will you marry me ?” he looks up at you, the hope glimmering in his eyes.

When you look at Buck, you saw your whole world, your lover, your future all wrapped up into one.

“Yes, I’ll marry you” you lean down, hands cupping his cheeks as you kiss him. He gets up before sliding the ring onto your finger. You hold your hand out, admiring the ring.

“Oh baby, it’s beautiful” you smile at him, his arm over your shoulder again. The two of you make your way to the backyard with everyone else.

“Guys!” Buck shouts, everyone stops and looks at the two of you. “We have an announcement to make,” he says, looking at you and smiling.

“We’re getting married!” You both shout simultaneously.

Everyone’s just as shocked as you were moments ago in the kitchen. “What?!” Chimney shouts back, making you laugh. You hold your hand out, showing him the ring. “Holy shit,” he turns back, looking at everyone. “They’re getting married”

Soon enough everyone comes over to congratulate the two of you, one by one. You and Buck stood together, he was talking to Bobby and Athena, his arm still over your shoulder. You look around the backyard, everyone’s smiling and happy.

This was your happy place, these people were your family and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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dios-hoes-tm · 3 years

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Okay! Mod Prim here! I got this idea from @risottosplug ! I hope they don't mind me tagging them.

La Squadra x Boss' Daughter!Reader: Gangbang Headcanons

I'm not gonna write a full fic just yet, if you wanna see it, let the mods know!

Warnings: Smut, risky kinks, Sorbet and Gelato are feral, Ghiaccio is worse, Melone being Melone, etc.

Context: (all characters are 18+) You, the reader, are the boss' daughter and La Squadra uses you as blackmail against the boss. You were never picked up by Bruno's squad and were instead taken by La Squadra.

Melone:

All too eager tbh

Tries his best to make you feel comfortable with being at their hideout to start things off.

He DOES want you to consent after all.

He is the one who starts things off because it's MELONE

Will call you sweet nicknames in Italian (cara mia, dolcezza, belladonna(which means pretty woman), mia amata)

The mating press is his go to position due to his general nature and knowledge

Besides, what better way to blackmail your middle aged boss by knocking up his daughter, right?

Most definitely indulges in his own foot kink. We saw that episode. We can't deny it.

This man will suck on your toes.

Decently well endowed, 6-7 inches hard, not unbearably thick, well groomed

Know what the clit is and where it is so it's safe to assume you're gonna cum

Definitely creampies you. That is not up for debate.

Formaggio

He shrinks you down just a lil bit for funsies

He wants you to struggle to fit him

It's the size kink for me

Second biggest tease

Backhanded compliments

"You're so tight puttana. I feel like you were made for this!"

Hair pulling extraordinaire

Please claw at his back he will nut so hard omfg

He's not much for toys but he will shove the handle of a knife in your ass to 'prepare you'

Call him daddy. He'll laugh but he'll enjoy it.

100% into calling you kitten I don't take criticism

6 inches hard, thick, he does not trim thats a fuckin bush down there

Didn't know where the clit was at first until Melone showed him, but he didn't listen

Prefers to pull out and cum on your thighs and stomach

Illuso

By far the biggest tease

He will choke the living shit out of you like your eyes will be rolled back and he's making Melone hold your hand so you can't claw at his hands

Wants your neck to bruise

You might pass out but that won't stop him

If you do get your hands free, pull his hair and this man will MOAN SO GODDAMN LOUD

He will bite the shit out of you though ngl

Like, you're bleeding today

Surprisingly into knifeplay

Yeah that knife in your ass is being gently dragged across your skin just enough to break it and blood to bead up on the surface

Solid 8 inches, he will destroy you, completely shaved. He likes to be clean.

Despite his cocky demeanor and smarmy bitch attitude, he knows where the clit is and will make you cum

He will creampie you but he's also gonna pull out and jack himself off, edging himself until everyone's had a turn with you

Prosciutto

Double-teaming you with Pesci

Consider it a learning experience for both you and him.

Prosciutto in the front, Pesci in the back. Sweet and Sour sandwich.

Sooooooo goddamn rough

He's putting a collar on you and yanking that bitch until you bruise even more

Call him daddy and that makes things better or worse depending on your outlook

Tells Pesci what to do while fucking you

"Use her damn it! Be rough!"

D E G R A D A T I O N

"Take it troia! I wonder what your real daddy would say if he saw you like this. What would he say puttana? Hm?"

Please answer him. He will slap the fuck out of you.

Another solid 8 inches, a little on the thinner side, very well groomed

Obviously he knows where the clit is and you will cum. No matter what.

Big fan of the creampie. Demands Pesci creampies you as well.

Pesci

He kinda didn't want to do this

But he comes around to the idea when Proscuitto makes him join in.

He's shy and doesn't want to be rough but Proscuitto demands that he be rougher with you

So he complies

Holds onto your waist

Compliments you

"Y-You feel so g-good! And you're s-so pretty!"

Buries his face in your shoulder blades to keep from moaning too loud

Average length, 5-6 inches but thick, well groomed

Proscuitto showed him where the clit was but he's still a little inexperienced

Creampies you because Proscuitto told him to

Sorbet and Gelato

Good luck

Oh these two are going to break you

Bruises, bites, scratches, blood

Gelato begs to take your ass and that is probably worse considering he is absolutely feral

Drags his knife between your shoulder blades and gathers up the blood to use as lube. Even he knows how important it is folks.

Sorbet takes the front and gives Gelato a sweet kiss before absolutely wrecking your shit

Pulls your hair like he's trying to rip your head from your shoulders

Bite him, he bites back and he will lap up your blood like a goddamn vampire

He is daddy. If you call Gelato daddy they will laugh.

"Normally it's little bastard but I'll be your daddy just for today troia piccola"

Sorbet is longer at about 7 inches, a little on the thinner side and well groomed. Gelato is 6 inches, a little thicker and man's got a fuckin bush.

They know where the clit is but they don't care

Sorbet prefers to creampie and Gelato pulls out and cums on your back.

Ghiaccio

Feral bastard

Has Melone join in again for a triple threesome

He will scream, degrade, bruise and make you cry before he's even inside you.

Meanwhile Melone is balls deep in your ass

But when Ghiaccio is inside you, he has the most brutal pace out of anyone

He wants to make you scream and damn it he will

Pull his hair it'll make him whimper before he gets even more pissed and decides to fuck you harder.

"You think that was funny puttana?! I'll give you something to laugh about!"

Has Melone hook his arm under one leg while he hooks his under the other and rails you into next week.

He's gonna be sure you either can't walk or have serious trouble walking.

7 1/2 inches, decently thick, well groomed but it's super curly

He also knows where the clit is but he also fails to give a shit

Pulls out and bends you over so he can cum on your face while Melone creampies your ass

Risotto

Once everyone on his team has had a turn, Risotto stands up.

The minute you see him you know you are oh so very FUCKED

He makes a display of his strength by picking you up and using you as his own personal fleshlight.

Lives for the bulge in your stomach he can't get enough of it

He doesn't moan, he groans and growls.

Uses the blood dripping from your body to make handcuffs and chains using Metallica

Orders Proscuitto to put them on you

Calls you gattina(kitten)

Call him master and something snaps

You aren't walking after this

But if you call him Capo

Honey you aren't waking up after this

Adores choking his partners

You are no exception

10 inches(as is the consensus from the fandom), the kind of thick that will split you in two and well groomed

He knows where the clit is and uses that to his advantage whenever he's about to cum

Creampie. This man has enough cum to be a 1 man bukkake

Then he tilts you down so Illuso can finish once more on your face

After you've been thoroughly used and have cum multiple times, you end up blindfolded. You're covered in cum, filled with cum, and you're blindfolded. Turns out the men in LA Squadra fixed themselves up and decided to take a snapshot of you, upload it to Risotto's computer and emailed it to their boss. Your father. This seemed to be ample blackmail.

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lilxberry · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Tony Stark*

NSFW Alphabet Version

Fic Relating To Kink: COMING SOON

Warnings: NSFW obviously. Mentions of SMUT. Contains sexual gifs that may contain nudity.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Believe it or not, the man takes pretty good care of you. After you came along and his playboy ways ended, he desperately wanted to prove just how much he’s changed so, he did so after your first time together. He was so sweet and continued to gently caress you all over whilst whispering sweet words to you as you both lie there, legs intertwined together.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands, how he’s so good with them in a both sexual and non-sexual sense. He also enjoys knowing that uses them to protect you and make you feel safe, just by the shear size difference between his and your own.

He loves, LOVES, your ass. Let’s face it, Tony Stark is an ass man, that goes without saying. But his favourite body part of yours is your nose, more so how it scrunches up at some of the most random times with the most random reactions to any thing.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Although, he doesn’t entirely see himself with kids, he’s certainly not opposed to having them now he wants to settle down with you. So, man is perfectly fine filling up that pussy of yours with his lil’ Stark swimmers. (I’m sorry, I had to, it just sounded so fucking stupid, and I had to share lmao)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s only really a secret due to his embarrassment bringing it up with you. Yeah, that’s right, THE Tony Stark is embarrassed. He kinda fantasizes’ about wearing the glove from his Iron Man suit and fingering you and just watching you get driven right to your climax.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I mean, they didn’t call him a playboy for nothing. He’s more known to flirt rather than fuck but, he’s definitely gotten some notches in his bedpost. He hadn’t tried many positions and or kinks entirely, he’s a simple man in that sense who knows what he wants, but overall, pretty damn fucking experienced.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

SHIIIIII- You guys have participated in doing the nasty on a chair numerous times, maybe more often than the bed. I guess you could call it the ‘sit-and-fuck’. You’re sat in his lap, back pressed against his chest, his hand lightly wrapped around your throat all while he rails into you and bounces you up and down on his dick.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Tony Stark can have his serious moments but he believes sex should be a fun experience that you both enjoy and shouldn’t be taken overly serious. The only time he doesn’t really crack jokes is when you make love after an argument or a bad mission. He likes to savour that time with you because he thought he was going to lose you in one way or another.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s got a goatee, you can’t lie to me and expect him to be hairless down there. He’s got a little going on down there, definitely well groomed, when he remembers to leave the damn lab, at least.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s quite intimate. Like I said, he definitely loves to crack jokes before, during and after, but that doesn’t lessen the intimacy between you both.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tony didn’t masturbate that often before you two had gotten together. (Crazy, right?) So, his self-indulgencing had become an even more rare occurrence when you had gotten together. That isn’t to say he no longer partakes, it’s just once in a blue moon kinda thing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking, but it’s never with a large amount of pressure. It’s more like an anchor or something to just lightly hold as he fucks you in one way or another.

God, he loves anything to do with your ass so sitting on his lap, grinding against his bulge or just walking by him in a tight pair of jeans could get him going.

Honestly, you grinding yourself on him in someway and getting yourself off through that should definitely be considered a kink lmao.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

The lab is definitely high up there on your guys’ list. Fucking you right on top of his workspace, on his chair, even against a wall. That place needs to be damned sterilised. (Poor Bruce!)

Of course, nothing ever beats the privacy of your own bedroom but, that’s not to say one of his fancy cars doesn’t get some steamed up windows and a wipe down of the leather seats.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It wouldn’t surprise me if this man popped a boner ‘cause you scratched your chin lmao. It’s more when you’re doing something that could be perceived as provocative by him, like when you drop something and bend over to pick it up in front or him, but there are times when you are just so innocently and absolutely you, he can’t help but want to take you somewhere nice and private and show you how much he loves you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

SHARING IS A NO GO, BUDDY! He finally feels like he has something good for himself and that he may actually deserve that said good thing, you. He’s terrified that you’ll leave him if there is in any shape or form of sharing.

He detests the idea of threesomes or anything involving a third party from outside your initial relationship. He wants you all to himself and for once, it’s a selfish act that Tony will happily and proudly do.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. Receiving. This man loves it either way, just like yourself. Plus, he loves seeing you with your mouth full of his dick. God, he loves the light of it sliding past your lips repeatedly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

There are moments when he likes to go slow and sensual, usually when he’s either overly serious during the moment or when he’s teasing. Although, the usual pace will be a hard, fast fuck, just how you two like it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are practically an essential within your relationship. With all the meeting and working in the lab, sometimes you just gotta take five minutes to fuck your partner. It’s only an occurring thing though due to you both enjoying it and actually liking the idea that if you aren’t fast enough, you’ll get caught.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Tony Stark is a man of experimentation in many ways, so he’s game to try mostly everything at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

The most you have gone for is 4 rounds, but that was due to pent up energy, jealousy, and adrenaline. You usually just have to go for 1 round, maybe 2 if you’re both feeling it. Usually, they last around 35/45 minutes with your usual pace, 5/10 minutes with a quickie and if it’s a slow, sensual, romantic evening, it could last up to 2 hours a round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He is certainly not opposed to toys, more so watching you use them or using them on you himself.

Toys being used on him is a less likely situation.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you, just as much as you love to tease him. It makes the sex just that bit more satisfying when you can finally get your hands on one another after a long day of brushing your hand against his front or his slowly gliding his hand across your ass as he passes you by.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Apart from the jokes and the usual pet names, he grunts and groans without a shit given. He doesn’t care that he ay be loud, it just shows that you two are making each other feel so good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Stood behind you, hand snaked into your panties and fingers slowly fucking in-between your folds and in your drenched pussy. He loves brining you to the edge with his fingers as he holds you up from behind with his arm wrapped around your waist.

He’ll nibble and bite at your ear and neck as he does so, hot and breath right in your ear as his fingers just tease and tease until you can’t take any more.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a pretty average guy. Well, in some countries that is. He’s about 6.7 inches, with a little bit of girth so he’s bound to hit all the right spots.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You two fuck like rabbits, take a wild guess sis.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Tony is a man who struggles to sleep most nights, but he definitely tries his best to sleep for you. You fall asleep first, so he tends to just lay there, cuddles with you, softly carding his fingers through your hair until he joins you in sleep. It could be 5 minutes after you or 5 hours. It usually only takes him about half an hour for his to drift off afterwards though.

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saladbroth · 3 years

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“Ladybugs are just funky lil ladies doing their best and I love them with my whole heart.”

kiwi!!! babe! thank you so much for the ask, this one went fully off the rails and i love it so much, i hope you enjoy!

(send me a sentence and i'll write a short fic for it)

content warning: conversations about insects

“Ladybugs are just funky lil ladies doing their best and I love them with my whole heart.”

Julie blinks at the light lazily, her vision slightly blurry. Somewhere to her left Luke shifts, and then Reggie shifts, which she comments with a discontend grumble. She’s very comfortable with her head on his stomach.

“Dude, are you crying?” Alex asks and Julie cranes her neck to see Luke wipe at his face. “No.”

“You so are,” she says and Luke shakes his head, putting on his best grumpy face which really still just looks like a puppy, before wiping at his eyes again. “I just love ladybugs a lot.”

“Do you think there’s something like sirbugs?” Reggie asks. “Or gentlemenbugs? What if a ladybug doesn’t wanna be a lady?”

Alex groans and moves, which causes the rest of them to move as well. Julie protests when Reggie turns onto his side but he pulls her close and she snuggles into his arms instead. Warmth seeps into her side and she’s tempted to close her eyes again and to go back to dozing, but Luke is sitting up with a pensive look on his face, and Reggie sounds completely serious, so this is a conversation she doesn’t want to miss.

There’s a reason she calls the three guys her idiots affectionately, and why Flynn has them saved as Himbos in their phone.

“Do you think there’s trans ladybugs?” Luke asks. Julie grins at Alex who rolls his eyes and buries his face into a pillow. Reggie gasps. “Do you think they change colour?”

“That’s literally not how bugs work,” Alex says. Both Luke and Reggie turn to give him an affronted look and he shrugs. “That’s just science.”

“Clownfish change their genders depending on what’s needed in their colony,” Julie supplies helpfully, winking at Alex when he sends her a look that just screams betrayal. She kisses Reggie’s cheek and crawls out of his arms over to Alex.

Reggie whines for a moment before deciding to just follow behind her, dropping his head in her lap when she settles into Alex’s side. Julie takes it as an immediate opportunity to play with his hair.

Luke, eyes still shining with tears, nods excitedly. “Who says ladybugs can’t do that?”

“Because they’re not clownfish,” Alex says. He’s playing with Julie’s hair, braiding it lightly and she leans back against him. It’s been a while since someone has done that for her.

“I think lady ladybugs are just bigger and prettier,” Reggie says. “I think I read that somewhere once.”

“Girlboss,” Luke nods. Julie squints at him and the proud nod he has going on, the wise and serene expression on his face. She’s pretty sure he doesn’t know what that actually means. Reggie and Alex agree immediately, until all three of them are nodding, and glancing at Julie with poorly concealed pride.

“Who taught you that?”

“Willie.” Alex is beaming at her, his cheeks already colouring slightly pink again, the way they always do when he talks about his boyfriend. It’d be adorable if it wasn’t also oppressively sweet at times. And if the boyfriend didn’t teach Alex, and ergo the rest of the idiots modern words without giving them any insights on how to properly use them.

“A ladybug is not a girlboss,” Julie says. “That’s not how that works.”

Luke also crawls over to her, dropping himself onto Reggie unceremoniously and staring up at her with wide eyes. The fucking puppy eyes that he uses all the time, that the three use all the time because they know Julie can’t resist them.

“How does it work then, Jules?”

“This is the shit I have to put up with every day,” Alex murmurs and Reggie reaches around Julie to lightly slap his arm. Julie laughs. “I have to put up with you and them, Lex, so I’d shut up if I were you.”

“But what’s a girlboss, Julie? Can you tell us, pretty please?” Reggie is, by far, the worst out of her idiots when it comes to persuading her to do things and Julie sighs. She knows she’ll regret this, but his green eyes are wide and pleading and she loves him too much to say no.

“A girlboss is someone who’s idolised or treated like an icon or a feminist, but actually they’re doing it for profit and being manipulative and greedy, I think.”

“Like the new Cruella?” Luke asks. Julie nods. He sighs. “That movie was awful.”

“Could Caleb be considered a Girlboss?” Reggie asks and it takes Julie a moment to fully grasp what he’s saying, then she bursts into laughter. Now that Caleb is gone and her boys are safe, it’s something she can laugh about at times, and the genuine curiosity in Reggie’s voice and face send her into hysterics.

“I guess,” she barely manages to get the words out. “I guess so, yeah.”

Reggie grins with satisfaction and Julie wipes at her eyes, before finally calming down. Luke looks pensive again. “But wouldn’t ladybugs theoretically be girlbosses, since they lay their eggs inside of other insects and then they get eaten from the inside out, and everyone still thinks they’re super cute and helpful with pests in gardens?”

Reggie reaches out for Luke and grabs his left hand, waving it around excitedly. “Bro, you’re so smart, they really are! They have this super good image and then they’re actually brutal! Ladybugs are girl bosses!”

Luke and him light up with that thought, grinning at each other and nodding and seeming so excited that Julie doesn’t have the heart to tell them that she’s pretty sure that’s not exactly how it works, even if she can understand Luke’s argument.

Alex has gone quiet behind her, and she turns to look at him, catching a gloomy expression on his features while he stares into space. When he notices her questioning glance he pulls a face. “I’m starting to think that Willie doesn’t explain modern terms because he thinks it’s funny when we use them in the wrong context.”

Julie laughs. “That’s absolutely what Willie is doing, but it’s sweet, and we love you three for it.”

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kelieah · 3 years

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going on dates with arvin russell

request (summary): anon: I read one of your head cannons for Arvin the other day and loved it!! Could you do one with a drive-in movie theater where they get a little steamy or another one where they go dancing maybe the reader is shy about dancing and Arvin’s all sweet about it? I just love both date ideas and so much could happen! You don’t have to do either, I know it’s vague but I’m here for just about anything:)

anon: Hey Arvin x reader fluff just going on a date

word count: 1.7k

warnings: fluff fluff luff, lil bit of suggestive content

a/n: ugh the idea of going on a date w arvin fking russell during the 50s? yes pls,, and thank you sm doll! decided to do multiple dates bc yes. also yes i decided to make this a head canon bc im too lazy / busy to write out a whole ass fic, but this is still going to be a long ass head canon so ennnjooooyy i hope ehbejsf

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when you first met arvin you never thought of him as a romantic guy

but oh you were so wrong

so wrong

your first date with arvin was nothing what you’d expect to be

i mean

it’s not like you expected arvin to show up with two cans of beer and a carton of cigarettes

but you didn’t expect him to go all out either

you remember your first date with that damn boy like it was yesterday

he showed up to your house with a bunch of flowers

you could tell he picked them out from the park or something

but it was the thought that counted and it warmed your heart

god what a sight he was

all doe-eyed

face still mean as hell though

and pretty too of course

you liked to call him pretty boy and he called you stupid

anyway

his eyebrows were a bit furrowed and knitted together

but the look in his eye and the small smile on his lips

enough to make any girl swoon

“hey,” he said briefly, pushing out the poor yet lovely flowers in his hands

some were fully bloomed, bright yet dull

some lopping over

some dead

even a little bit of dirt and roots hanging from the end

but you could tell he tried

he tied a bit of woven rope around it all to keep it together

before you could speak he interrupted

“i– i know girls like flowers. but i couldn’t get you em fancy ones from the store cus. yanno. m’ sorry doll, but this is all i could get,” he held them out again and you gladly took them

“there’s no need to apologize, i love these arvin. thank you,” you smiled and leaned close towards him, kissing his cheek

his cheeks were instantly dusted with pink at your affectionate gesture

“y’ of course. my pleasure. well, uhm. if you’re ready, my car’s parked a bit down the road, cause you said your parents?” he trailed off, glancing behind you.

you nodded and giggled softly

“yea, they usually don’t like it when boys come over. but i don’t give a fuck,” you whispered the last part and sent him a wink

god he loved it when you cursed

he found it kinda hot he told you

he flushed and looked away, chuckling

“well alright, do you want me to wait in my car?” he stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking back at you

“yep, i’ll be out ina jiffy,” you said, about to turn the other way and put the flowers in a vase

“wait,” he coughed while taking a step forward

“yeah, arvin?” you turned back towards him

“you look real pretty,” he complimented you

it was then your turn to blush

“why thank—” before you said anything he turned around and walked off to your car

you always found him such an interesting fella

you giggled to yourself and retreated back into your home

he first took you on a long drive

which honestly scared you a bit

“you sure you’re not taking me somewhere to kill me?” you muttered and looked around

nothing but trees and road was in sight

“i think,” he replied blankly, one hand on the wheel while the other was on his thigh casually

you blushed at the sight

you weren’t sure why you found it attractive

but you sure did

“how reassuring,” you teased, catching a smirk beginning to curl at the end of his lips

he eventually found a spot and parked on to a hill, that looked over knockemstiff

the sun was setting and the town was dark

it looked absolutely beautiful

he got out of the car and soon opened your door, holding out his hand

you jokingly froze and looked at him suspiciously

“you sure y’ not gonna kill—”

before you could finish your sentence he pulled your arm towards him, holding you close

you let out a squeal and looked at him with a flushed expression

“no, i’d never. you hear me dumb one?” he cupped the side of your face

you blushed and nodded into his touch

“m’ only teasing. jeez.”

he chuckled and pulled you carefully toward the front of his car

“gimme a minute,” he walked off towards the back of his car

you smiled and leaned against his car, looking out at the stunning scenery in front of you

soon arvin came out with a picnic basket

he’d hear you before the both of you went on a date that you loved picnics

so of course, he had to take you on a picnic

it was so sweet

a basket full of sandwiches, pop, and some cheap snacks he managed to buy

with change, he scrounged all over his room, place, and car

the both of you shared your first kiss that night

“i’d genuinely never met a girl like you,” he murmured, looking down at you as lied across his lap

“well i sure as hell never met a boy like you,” you whispered and looked back up at him

you both leaned closer and closer towards each other’s faces

and then pure

bliss

your lips fit perfectly on his

his floppy hair that was surprisingly not hidden underneath a cap fell onto your face

he held your face so gently and you held onto his shirt like you were going to fall

you both kissed the night away

he’d never put so much effort into dates before

most of his past dates were sexual, but he didn’t tell you that until later

the more dates you two had, the better they got

now this one date you took him on

you don’t know how you did it

but you managed to get the poor boy to go rollerskating with you

and lord

was it a great laugh for you

as soon as the two of you rolled out into the arena

arvin was wobbling all of the place

you had multiple fits of giggles and laugh

“how the hell!” he grunted and continuously slipped

eventually having to hold onto the railing

“honey, you just glide y’ feet,” you snickered and held his hand

“yeah no shit. it’s like m’ a goddamn baby again learning how to fucking walk,” he muttered frustratingly underneath his breath

“awe you poor poor baby,” you teased and squeezed his hand. “just watch me lover, look at me feet. move with me, ready?”

he nodded and stared at you closely

you began to move your feet slowly, watching him as he watched you

“yes! see you’re getting there, slowly. yep. wow arvin, didn’t think ya had it in y—”

course

before you could even finish your praise

he let out a loud yelp while slipping, bringing you down in the process

you landed on his chest

he let out a grunt, holding you up before you could hurt yourself more

you both looked at each other in disbelief and burst out in laughter

it was moments like these where the both of you truly enjoyed each other’s presence

some dates were steamier than the other

the two of you were supposed to be watching the movie

while in his car and snacking

but of course y’all couldn’t keep your hands of each of other

his hand was already up your skirt

caressing your skin

while your tongues pressed against each other

your hand tangled in his hair

you felt his finger brush against your lower area and you gasped in response

yeah you and arvin had made out before

but it’s never gotten farther than that

so lil touches like that surprised you

“oh m’ sorry baby doll. did you not like that?” he pulled his hand away immediately

he cupped your face with his other hand and looked at you with pure concern

you blushed and shook your head

“no i liked it. i’m just scared, but you can continue. please?” you leaned into his touch

“okay, i got you,” he smirked slightly and pushed his hand back under your skirt

let’s just say

you saw fireworks for the first time that night

and not any typical fireworks

as the weeks went on

you and arvin were inseparable

everyday was a date and the both of you couldn’t be happier

one day he really surprised you

he got you and him tickets to some dinner and dance

“ain’t no way, you, arvin russell got these,” you looked down at the tickets in your hand

“gee thanks darlin’, but yes. i did get these, for us,” he stuffed his hands in pockets and looked down at the ground sheepishly

you let out a loud squeal that scared the hell out of him

you jumped into his arms and crushed his bones while hugging him

he laughed softly and held you up, spinning you around

honestly, you thought the two of you would just go for the food

for some reason you didn’t think he’d like the dancing

but oh were you wrong

again

“c’ mon beautiful,” he begged and dragged your hand toward the dance floor

“i don’t know about dancing baby, you know me,” you whined and hesitantly followed

“oh yes i do know you y/n. and i know i got you tied around my finger. so you know damn well you’re going to dance with me right now,” he said lowly underneath his breath, leaning close toward your face

his hot breath fanning your skin and sending chills throughout your face

cocky motherfucker

you huffed and glared up at him, “yea i know, i know.”

“okay perfect, follow my lead gorgeous,” he placed his hands around your hips while he brought your arms to snake around his neck

“n-now what?” you said awkwardly, your body still a bit stiff

usually he’d hate to do this in such a crowd but since you were there with him

he felt like it was just you and him

all alone

that’s always how you made him felt

like it was you and him against the world

“i got you. alright? just move with me, it’s just you and me. don’t focus on nobody but us,” he murmured softly and began to sway

you smiled timidly and swayed along with him

you kept your eyes on your shoes, afraid to step on him

“don’t worry about that, just look at me angel,” he reassured

you sighed and looked back up at him, “mk. since when did you dance?”

“mama taught me when i was a kid, she’d dance with me,” he confessed sheepishly

your eyes softened

“i love you,” you nuzzled your nose against his

his heart hammered in his chest at those three goddamn words

“shit,” he mumbled as his cheeks burned red

“w- what?” you said a bit panicked, about to pull back

he pulled your body closer and embraced you while pressing his lips against yours

you complied and kissed him back, smiling against his lips

he moved back and placed his forehead against yours, “i love you a lot more, flower.”

and right then and there

you just knew you were the luckiest girl in the world

to be able to be with someone like him

to be able to go on dates like these with arvin russell

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heauxzenji · 4 years

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I just came across you nsfw with Osamu and I really enjoyed it I was wondering if You could do one for Kita?

Hi love! This is for u 💕 and all the kita fuckers worldwide- myself included bc I’m in love with him now 🥺

NSFW Alphabet - Kita Shinsuke

Nsfw below da cut g

gn!reader focus in this hoe

A/n: ty @honey-makki for being my partner in degeneracy and my wife ilysm bc she can read when I can’t

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

Will feed you a full meal. His way of making sure you’re cared for is keeping you well fed. He will cuddle you and spoon feed you himself if he has to, as long as you eat every single bite. He has a routine for everything, aftercare is no exception. He runs you a bath, then, while you soak, he cooks. Will make sure to throw a hoodie in the dryer before heading to the kitchen so it'll be warm for you post shower. Then he feeds you and holds you, playing with your hair or your hands until you fall asleep.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

You already know what the fuck is going onnnn! Kita is honestly so well sculpted that it really doesn’t matter but let’s talk about his back/shoulders. He’s so mf broad and it's very sexc of him. He’s also very fond of when you cling onto and scratch it up…. delicious

He loves your hands. He loves to hold them, especially when he’s looking straight into your eyes as he drills the hell out of you- he’ll lift one up and kiss it bc ✨romance✨

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Oh he’s going to fill you so full of cum that it pours out of your ears. He has a big breeding kink, and huge loads to match. But he’s also very healthy and takes good care of himself so his cum isn’t bad on your tongue on the off chance he hasn’t already cum inside you 600 times prior to finally doing so in your mouth. And he’s going to kiss you after- very sexc of him.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

Lost his virginity in a barn. Got a tick on his ass of all places. The barn isn’t the secret tho... the tick is.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

When you got together- he was definitely a virgin. Had only gone as far as MAYBE second base. But you used that to your advantage, because you’ve essentially built him up and trained him to be PERFECT for you. You also helped him find out what he likes and what makes him feel good too. Sure there was a lil’ corruption involved, but in the end you’re both very happy with your sex life.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Full on mf wrestling mating press. He’s going to have his cock so deep inside of you that if he even pushed a bit more his body is gonna go in too. Then he’ll just live there. He’s fine with that.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Unintentionally so. Every once in a while, you’ll both giggle or laugh because you have to reposition when you start to cramp up or you accidentally hit him in the face when tying to pull him closer or something. But he’s a firm believer in the whole “if you can’t laugh with the person you’re having sex with you shouldn’t have sex with them” addage, so he’s very grateful for those light moments.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

It could definitely be neater. He isn’t abysmal, but he is hairy and could stand to trim a tiiiny bit more often. He’s just very low maintenance down there. As long as it’s clean he's good, which is both true and a decent place to start but pls tell him to get a little off the top of you know what I mean.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈y

He’s! So! Loving! He’s always going to go the extra mile to make you feel special. He likes to keep things on the softer side I’d say 8/10 times. He prefers to make love instead of just fucking it out- but if you get into an argument or he’s frustrated, he will happily go hard… but still with candles and a massage. Also I said it already but he’s gonna hold your hands while he demolishes you- interlaced fingers and all that cute shit even tho you’re getting railed.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

His grandma is one of those old ladies that’s like “don’t do that you’ll go blind,” so poor baby was a lil pent up before he got older. Now, he still doesn't do it often, but he does it once a month or so as part of his routine. He uses coconut oil because he likes the smell and that it melts easily.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

Breeding, listen it’s just embedded in country boys to fuck and fill. He is no exception.

Spanking, moreso as a way to direct you. Moving too much? slap to stay still. Changing positions? Slap to get you moving. Just wants to see you jiggle? Yeah that too. Motivational slaps also come into play when he wants you to know you’re doing a good job.

Auralism, He LOVES to hear you. The sound of your breath, your moans, the way you chant his name when you’re close… he eats that shit up. It feeds his ego and boosts his pride. He also makes a lot of noise himself, mostly really deep moans but there’s a sprinkling of praise throughout too.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He needs privacy. So he’s definitely one to want to keep it at home or at least somewhere secluded and away, where he knows only you and him are there and will know about it.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He doesn’t care how he does it, but his number one priority, is making sure that you cum. Kita is a giver. And he will make sure to give you whatever you want from him.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He’s not into SUPER rough stuff. He’s not vanilla, but he is the kind of guy that sees sex as “lovemaking” so he’s not gonna punch you in the face or throw you around like a ragdoll. It’s just not his style. Of course if it's what you want, he will… but never expect him to ever bring it up or do so on his own.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Ok so- he's… teachable. I’m not gonna lie, he would start off as absolute trash. But the good thing about him is how adaptable he is, and how willing he is to learn. You’d have to have him work at it a lot but once he gets good he’s great. He’ll love the feeling of accomplishment he gets from you getting off with only his mouth- it does wonders for his pride.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

It’s very even- until he starts to get close. When he’s close he’s going to speed up so much that you have to brace yourself against anything that’ll hold you. He is definitely a headboard grabber too.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

He likes to take his time with you. For that reason, he isn’t a huge fan. You would really have to convince him that it's worth it. He doesn’t see the point in instant gratification, and thinks you should be patient. Good things come to those who wait and all that Kita stop being so stoic and rail me at the farmers market challenge

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Lmfao you think this mans is really gonna go for a public or semi-public scene? Think again. Now, he’s into sex outdoors sure, but only in your fenced in, enclosed backyard. He’s not letting anyone see you point blank periodt, you’re for his eyes only.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Excellent self control. He can hold off on cumming for as long as you need him to. Usually he’ll tap out himself after you’ve gotten through at least 3 of your own highs- but his record is 6. Has a super long refractory period tho- so he does things this way to make sure you get everything you need in one go.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

He actually likes using toys on you. He has a bunch of different plugs and vibes that he uses to suit the situation. He prefers to use a hitachi wand on you while he’s fucking you, but all the others he uses for foreplay- or after to keep you full to the brim of his cum.

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

You both tease each other absentmindedly. He doesn’t know why he gets so turned on by you scrubbing the floor on all fours (that’s why), but he does. He also doesn’t understand why you think its hot when he cuts firewood in winter or wipes his forehead with his shirt during the summer. He thinks he’s gross and sweaty- but you can only think of a million other ways to make him sweatier.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Listen we stan. He’s not quiet in bed by any means, but he’s not overly loud either. He’s the type who takes deep breaths and then on the exhale let’s out a moan from deep in his chest- you know the one. And he does that shit on purpose. Not really, but he does think of it as his way of letting you know that he feels as good as you feel. Will also 100% hit you with the “is that it baby? Is that the spot?” While you’re practically turning into jello underneath him bc he absolutely knows that’s the spot he just likes to make you say it.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Wants to recreate the sex scene from tthe notebook with you. He can’t explain why, he just has an unexplainable urge to suck your face off in the rain and then proceed to raw you after peeling all the damp clothes from your body. Please oblige him.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

He’s got the thickness. Not coke Can thickness but like… you remember the Alaskan bull worm from ep of SpongeBob? Well he’s the whole worm, not just the tongue. I’m going to hell for that reference but ya he has a nice dick. The perfect thickness and and I’ll say a pretty good 5.5-6 inches worth. It’s also very veiny on the underside which- yes I love that.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

Normal sex drive, since you tend to do it at least 2 times a week. He only seems to get a little needier when you CAN’T have sex regularly- ie, one of you is sick or you’re away from each other. When that happens, he’s a little edgier than usual, can snap sometimes but not often.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s the type to get a second wind after. He’ll only go to sleep after he makes sure all your aftercare needs are met, and even then, he’s only going to power-nap it for maybe 10mins. He’ll stay still and cuddle you while you sleep, but he’ll most likely watch tv or scroll through his phone while you enjoy his warmth. Every once in awhile he’ll give you a kiss while you stir.

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mymedicine · 4 years

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Love and Other Drugs

or, 5k of new bf harry

moodboard/inspo tag + my masterlist

sum - yacht parties are cool and all, but harry really just wants to spend more time with his girl

warnings - alcohol (have I even written a fic where both mc’s are sober the whole time yet lmao), light sexy stuff (lil bit of ch*king k*nk if you squint), swearing probably, harry being a little shit, fluff to the maxxxxx

notes - good lord, this fic has been the absolute death of me. I stg, murphy’s law is real. anyways, the driving home scene is completely inspired by real life events that once made me swoon, but now I am lonely and so so tired so pls be nice to me thx much love <3

“Hold still!”

Harry whined and craned his neck away from his girlfriend’s hand, but he wasn’t able to go far with his back flush against the car door. “No baby, we’re already late!”

“But you’ve got jam on you!” Y/N cried. She reached her fingers up to rub the reddish marks off of his face, but, once again, he turned his head away like a stubborn child. “And we wouldn’t have been late if you hadn’t spent two hours combing your hair.”

“S not jam, it’s lipstick,” He insisted, deliberately ignoring her second (valid) point.

“Whatever. It’s on your cheek.”

Y/N made one final attempt to clean him up, but this time, he managed to escape the circle of her arms. He ran backwards toward the dock, taunting her playfully as he went, “Come on, baby!”

“Harry!” Given no other choice, she frantically pushed the lock button on the car key and chased after her child—er, boyfriend. She winced as her high heels hit the asphalt, feet aching against the gold sandals already. He’d slowed down a little to give her a break, but she was still panting as she yelled, “You can’t go to a fancy yacht party with lipstick on your face!”

He finally stopped running—thank God, because they were right in front of the ship and the last thing Y/N needed was to embarrass herself (or rather, be embarrassed by her man-child boyfriend) within sight of all the famous people that would surely be onboard already.

“But I like it.” He pouted as she reached him, entwining his fingers with hers before she could use them to try to scrub his face again.

Before she could reply, a familiar Irish accent boomed over the loud purring of the boat’s engine, “Harry! Y/N!”

Y/N really hoped someone was keeping an eye on Niall tonight. It was barely dusk and he already looked a little too buzzed to be leaning over the railing on the top deck. She craned her neck up to look at him, giggling to herself at the flush in his cheeks and the blonde mess on top of his head.

“Welcome abooaaard!” He waved far more aggressively than was necessary.

“Happy birthday, Niall!” Y/N yelled back at him, blocking the bright sun with one hand—a hand she discreetly wrestled out of Harry’s.

Harry, too, looked upward and was squinting into the sky. The sun was just beginning its descent into the horizon, and soon the evening would be hanging behind the silvery moon. In the mean time, the sky was bright and painted with delicate strokes of soft pink and peachy orange.

While Harry waved back at his friend, Y/N took advantage of the distraction—and his exposed cheek.

Without warning, she hurled her hand up to his face and swiped at the pink mark as hard as she could.

“Hey!” Harry whipped his head back to her, mock hurt written all over his face.

Y/N flashed him a cheeky, victorious smile. “Got it!”

September in south Florida was as hot and humid as summer anywhere else. Even out at sea, with the cool ocean wind surging throughout the top deck of the yacht, it was plenty warm enough for the guests to enjoy the outdoors.

“H, can you hold my phone and keys in your pocket?”

Harry was standing awkwardly near the railing of the boat, fiddling absently with the plume of lace and chiffon on his black top. He still had a faint reddish mark on his cheek (she wasn’t sure if it was leftover lipstick or just irritated from her rubbing at it) that Y/N, despite the turmoil that had ensued over it, found very endearing. She always thought he was handsome. She had since the first day they met four months earlier. But tonight, he was positively glowing. He shined in the fabulous black number, his skin further brightened by the setting sun and the utter joy coursing through him (the entire flute of champagne he’d already downed certainly didn’t hurt, either).

He took the phone and keys from her while she admired him, happy to help her but not without a smart remark: “You should’ve worn the dress with the pockets, love,” he chastised her playfully, a smirk dressing his berry lips.

Y/N’s eyes widened, “You said you liked the pink on me!”

Choosing her dress for the night had been an ordeal that rivaled even Harry’s complicated hair routine. She’d originally chosen a black long sleeved one with pockets that was comfortable and appropriate and matched Harry’s own all-black ensemble (which he’d had picked out for weeks). Her boyfriend rejected the black dress, pointing out that she’d be hot it in because “It’s practically summer in Miami, love.” Instead, he chose a silky pink number, midi-length and tight in all the right places with a tastefully low cowl neckline. She’d dressed it up with a few gold bracelets and a single pearl earring in her left ear that, to her satisfaction, matched Harry’s. And yeah—it didn’t have pockets, but Harry liked it and it made her feel sexy and that’s all that mattered.

Harry hummed with a tight lipped grin. “Yeah, you’re right,” His tone was innocent, almost regretful as he looked her up and down. The pink sunset behind her was highlighting her figure just right, wind rushing through her hair, exposed skin supple and tempting. Harry was mesmerized by her.

His hands moved on their own accord to gently hold her by the waist. “Your ass looks really cute in the silk…I reckon the color makes your skin glow a bit, too. And matches your makeup, and looks nice with my earring…” He continued spewing some breathy compliments at her, even after she sort of stopped listening when a waiter holding a tray of delectable looking hors d'oeuvres caught her attention.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Of course, honey,” she replied (mostly) honestly. He was always a mushy little sap for her, but she truly did love the way he appreciated the little things she put effort into. “Thank you for noticing those little details.”

“You’re welcome. Know ya don’ just do it f’me though,” His ring clad fingers drummed against her waist, the metal cold through the thin silky material she wore. “Love that about you.”

Y/N cracked a smile in spite of the nervous shiver washing over her at his words. She couldn’t help but notice it was already the second time he’d said that word since they’d embarked. He was treading dangerously close to the vast, uncharted l-word territory. He’s a little buzzed, she reasoned with herself, despite also knowing it was silly because he’d only had a single champagne. But then again, he was a lightweight—and judging by the way he suddenly dropped her waist to chase down a passing waitress for two more glasses, he wouldn’t be slowing down any time soon. If he told her while he was drunk, would it really count?

He returned to her side, keeping one flute for himself and presenting the other to her. “Thank you, honey,” she said, grasping the stem of it (even though she still had a half full one resting precariously on the railing behind her). It was a fitting nickname for him, she thought. She hadn’t really meant for that to become her little pet name for him, but he loved it just as much as she did. “You’re sweet.”

“You’re sweeter,” her boyfriend hummed happily, “even when you’re checking out that waiter…”

“No! I wasn’t!”

“You kinda were,” He smiled cheekily at her.

“Was not.”

“’S alright, baby. He’s handsome. You’re allowed to have a little look.” But the way he held her protectively by the hip betrayed his words.

“You know I only have eyes for you,” If that wasn’t a hint, she didn’t know what was. “I’m just hungry. He was holding bacon wrapped shrimp, I think.”

“Mmm, me too,” Harry replied, the interaction already forgotten in favor of a savory snack. He tugged on her hand so they could follow that waiter, grumbling as they padded around the crowded deck. “Niall’s a fuckin ass for not serving dinner at an evening party.”

“Oh give him a break! It’s his birthday.” she let him pull her toward the middle where more people were gathered around the bar and admiring the decor—

“Is that an ice scultpure?”

Harry was right. It was a giant clear sculpture of a guitar made entirely out of ice. People were around it, admiring the intricacies and mingling and sipping on expensive looking drinks.

“How long you bet til it melts?”

“Not before Niall accidentally knocks it over,” Y/N laughed and gestured toward the man of the hour, who indeed was stumbling over his feet while trying to maintain a conversation with a group of several strikingly beautiful looking people—models? Probably.

It was obvious that Niall hadn’t planned this for himself. The whole thing was far too elegant and classy. His drunken ramblings were entertaining, sure, but he stood out amidst the black tie formals and live R&B music floating around the large deck of the luxurious vehicle.

Harry chased down the waiter and grabbed shrimp skewers for them both while Y/N continued quietly giggling at Niall’s antics.

Minutes drifted into hours as alcohol, shrimp skewers, and joyful conversation flowed liberally about the deck. Y/N had separated herself from Harry—much to his drunken dismay—to go and mingle with some of the “famous people.” She did it all on her own, confidently striding over and striking up a conversation with anyone worthy of her attention.

“Long time no see, mate.” Mitch’s voice interrupted Harry’s inner thoughts surrounding his girlfriend. He tore his eyes away from her and turned to face his friend, who was standing with his own girlfriend beside him.

“Been busy,” Harry replied.

Sarah’s eyebrows rose as a grin spread across her cheeks. She glanced at Mitch, who wore a matching one.

“You both have been quite busy, yeah?” Sarah cocked her head toward where Y/N was, grin widening along with Harry’s eyes.

Harry hid his smile in his glass, taking a large gulp of the bubbly. “What d’ya mean?” He asked innocently.

“We saw you staring at her, buddy.”

Well, fuck. He can’t exactly deny that. He was indeed watching her as she mingled with a group of people—exceptionally beautiful people. She fit in perfectly with the models, her smile bright and dress shiny, hips swaying tantalizingly to the beat of the drums. She engaged effortlessly in what looked like an exciting conversation with A-listers and held their attention with sweeping hand gestures. Even from across the deck, he swore he could feel her joy. Light just radiated off of her and sent a gentle flutter through his belly and a heat wave through his heart.

Sarah studied him. The way his eyes twinkled and his cheeks flushed with happiness…it was obvious. “You love her.” She deadpanned.

Harry shrugged in response, a knowing smile on his face which he didn’t bother to hide this time.

“You do!” It was Mitch this time, who wrapped an arm around Sarah and looked at her with the same happy smile his friend wore.

“No comment.” A twinge of jealously bit his heart as he watched a handsome brunette lean down to whisper something in his girlfriend’s ear. He frowned instinctively, picturing the man muttering flirtatious compliments or dirty suggestions to her like he should be doing right now.

Sarah continued to watch Harry watch Y/N, unsure if he was even listening anymore. “It’s alright to admit it. Love is a beautiful thing.”

“Don’t listen to her,” said Mitch, “it’s a drug!”

“Hey look!” Harry shouted a distraction, pointing somewhere behind the two of them. He spotted two waiters bringing out an impressive tiered cake swirled with white frosting and topped with those sparkling candles. “It’s time to sing for the birthday boy!”

The boat erupted in a cacophonous rendition of the birthday song as the cake was placed on top of the bar. Night had fallen over the deck, making the sparkly decorations shine blindly bright against the moonlight. Meanwhile, Niall was dancing hysterically among the crowds, even singing along to his own birthday song in a drunken spree. At the final, …to you! he performed a dramatic bow and roared, “Thank you, beautiful people!”

Applause died slowly as Niall began grabbing peoples’ faces to kiss their cheeks in thanks. Y/N looked around for Harry, quite certain that her boyfriend would be perfectly willing to accept a kiss from the birthday boy, especially when he was inebriated. Sure enough, she caught sight of him wrapped up in an embrace with the blonde, a wide smile on his face as Mitch and Sarah laughed hysterically at the interaction.

Harry accepted the cheek kiss, just as his eyes met hers over Niall’s shoulder.

“Y/N!” He screeched and broke the embrace. He started running over to her in an uncoordinated stride, limbs flailing and most definitely spilling alcohol on other peoples’ expensive clothes.

“Y/N!” he slurred, finally reaching her side, “Gimme a kissy!”

She laughed. “You just got kissies from Niall, honey.” “But I want your lipstick on me. Yeh wiped it off.” He frowned deeply, no—melodramatically as his hand cupped his own cheeks where the pink lipstick mark once was.

She called him a little baby but obliged anyways, stamping a firm lip shaped mark on one of his flushed cheeks. He grinned wildly in response and looked at her with that look in his eyes that she absolutely adored. He was looking at her like she was royalty, like she hung the moon and commanded the sea and granted miracles upon mere mortals such as himself.

“Wish I could give you one too…” Harry trailed off, eyes wandering around the room. “Maybe then all those hot models and waiters would leave you alone.”

“Aw, you jealous baby?”

He nodded shamelessly and, with a pouty look, tucked her into his arms. He pressed a series of hard kisses on her cheeks and temples, squeezing the silky pink fabric at her waist. The feeling made her heart squeeze in the most delightful way—chest tight and warm with…with love.

“Wanna go check out the lower deck?”

And Y/N hadn’t known this man too long, but it was long enough to know that he had anything but innocent intentions with his sweet request. She was still only nursing her third glass of bubbly, but Harry’s suggestive stare and wandering hands seemed to ignite the slight heat flowing through her veins into an inferno.

It engulfed them both as Y/N’s back hit the inside of the door to the lower deck bathroom.

Harry’s lips were soft and playful and sexy all at once—just like him. He trailed hot kisses down her cheeks and jaw much like he had earlier, only now there was no audience. No need to hold back. Only hot, sweet skin swathed in pink silk and black chiffon.

“You marked me already, ’s my turn.”

Just when she was feeling a little too sober, Harry’s words drenched her in the heat of desire. This was definitely a bad idea, but it didn’t sound like one when he put it like that.

His fingers slipped from her jaw and followed his lips down to her throat, enticing her with a gentle squeeze—a warning? Or a promise for later? Either way, this bathroom escapade was fucking sliced bread and she was putty in his hands.

He sucked harshly on the supple skin of her neck without warning. A gasp slips out of Y/N’s mouth and Harry’s ringed thumb pressed deeply into the center of her throat in reprimanding. His other fingers gripped the crook of her neck, just enough to make her head spin and keep her body pliant.

Meanwhile, his other hand slithered down the smooth silk to her waist, his hold on her heavy and warm. Harry’s swollen lips retracted from her bruised neck, not before pressing a few gentle pecks to the hickeys to soothe the pain.

Y/N felt dizzy with pleasure and enveloped in love. She couldn’t help but chase his lips for a few more desperate kisses as he pulled away from her neck. She suddenly wished she could admire the marks he’d left, but the glazed, hungry look in his eyes would definitely suffice. The little bathroom felt ten degrees warmer—leaving Harry looking hot and flushed and absolutely irresistible.

“You okay, baby?” Harry whispered in the tiny space between them, words slightly slurred and dipped in bliss.

Y/N nodded aggressively, letting her hands wrap around the back of his neck where his skin was hot and hair curled adorably. “Please kiss me again.”

He did as he was told, of course. His lips moved tenderly with hers and his hands trailed lower, gently caressing her waist and hips. His fingers started a course back up to her ass, this time taking the fabric of her dress with them.

Y/N’s head felt light as a feather, no thoughts besides Harry…Harry’s hands…Harry’s lips…Harry…

She curled her thighs around his hips and he responded effortlessly, hoisting her up by the backs of her thighs and pressing taut between the cold bathroom wall and his own hot chest. The temperature in the room seemed to rise impossibly then, the sounds of breathy moans and gentle sucking kisses seamlessly diffusing into the heat and surrounding them in a delightful symphony.

Y/N was thrilled by the way Harry’s tongue tasted like champagne—as sweet and plushy as always. She decided then that she would never get tired of the feeling of his mouth on hers, of the dizzying joyful feeling his lips gave her every single time.

“Harry…honey…”

“What ’s it pretty girl?”

The pet name in his raspy accent went straight to her core. She let out another shameless whine, squeezing his waist tighter with her legs.

“I need you, Harry…”

“Hm? Need what?”

She groaned—now he wanted to be a tease. After he’d gotten to give her the hickeys like he wanted.

“Harry, please.”

“‘M just messing, pretty girl. I know what you ne—“

Suddenly, a loud crash rang out in the little cabin. Y/N let out a screech and sprang away from Harry, landing awkwardly on her stiletto heels. Wide eyed, she and Harry both looked up toward the source of the sound. Muffled shouts followed, in the midst of a horrible shattering sound, like broken glass, or hail or—

“The ice sculpture!”

They were both wide eyed and panting and a little sweaty, hair tousled and lips swollen red.

“Oh shit,” There were more muffled shouts and some shuffling of feet above them. Even through the ornate ceiling of the bathroom, it was clear there was an ordeal going on up there.

Breathy pants lingered between them, and the room suddenly felt even smaller, even more swelteringly hot and stuffy. Of all things to ruin the heat of the moment…a fucking ice sculpture.

They looked at each other blankly, as if to say what the hell do we do now?

“Let’s head back up while everyone’s distracted.” It was Harry’s alcohol-induced idea, cooked up in his foggy brain.

“There’s no way we can go back to the party like this.” Y/N gestured between them—the sweaty foreheads, messy hair, skin dotted with hickeys, and most prominently, her boyfriend’s obvious arousal.

Harry sighed, glancing down at himself. “Let’s leave then.”

“What, you wanna swim home?”

Harry frowned, “Huh?”

“We’re on a fucking boat, dumbass.”

Harry looked away from her with wide eyes and burning cheeks. Right…Absently, he thought it was funny how she could go from making out with him against the wall of the bathroom, practically begging for more, to mercilessly making fun of him, all within seconds. His thoughts bled into his expression, a happy smile tugging on his lips as he thought about her and her unparalleled sex appeal and her cute laugh and her mock insults and her more and more.

And just like that, he was laughing. His wild laughter seemed to echo in the small bathroom. Despite their hot rendezvous being rudely interrupted, Y/N swore she could smell the happiness in the room—almost as poignant as the champagne on his breath.

Seconds later, she couldn’t help but join him in happy laughter.

Turns out, the fallen ice sculpture was even more of a hazard than they’d initially realized—so much so that the captain of the yacht demanded an early return to shore and a continuation of the party on land. Many patrons were disappointed by the early end to the yacht cruise, not including the birthday boy himself, who Y/N would be surprised if was still walking at this point.

As they sailed back toward the shore, Harry was nursing yet another flute of champagne while Y/N clung to him in the boat’s interior—half because she wanted to cover his erection from any passerbys, and half because she just really wanted to hold him. He’d also managed to produce a slice of cake on a porcelain plate, which he’d presumably snagged when he left her on the couch to find more alcohol.

“You look cute,” she mused at him while he chewed the forkful of cake she’d just slid into his mouth. She was sideways in his lap, bare feet rested on the arm of an expensive looking couch. She vaguely realized that this area of the boat was probably off limits for guests, but fuck it, she thought, no harm no foul.

“Hm?”

“I said, ‘you look cute.’” Y/N repeated. He really did look cute like that, with his face flushed and hair messy and a tinge of lipstick still lingering on his cheek.

“Oh yeah,” he mumbled with frosting still between his teeth, “I heard you the first time.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying. I take it back.”

“You can’t take it back!”

She gathered another forkful of cake and brought it up to his lips, “I just did.”

“Fine then,” He said, “I’ll just toss you overboard. Out of sight, out of mind.”

At that, Y/N gasped. She quickly turned her hand away and brought the cake into her own mouth, licking her lips for extra impact.

“Noooo!” He held her by the hip and dragged her even closer to him, as if she were about to get up and actually go overboard and take the cake with her. “I’m sorry baby, you’re cute, too. So cute. Like, so cute that I can’t believe you like me.”

Like? I think I more than like you.

“I can’t believe it, either.”

The words were on the tip of her tongue, dancing around in the tiny space between their lips like electricity. Harry leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, sucking on her bottom lip as if trying to pull them out of her.

Yet again, they were interrupted. This time by a loud horn blare and the captain’s voice over the intercom. “Land, ho!”

“Finally.” Harry sighed in relief, already trying to stand up from the couch, “Can you take me home now, please.”

“We can’t just leave when the party’s still going! What about Niall?” Y/N pressed her hands against his chest to slow him down.

“Niall won’t remember a damn thing.”

She considered his words. He wasn’t wrong; Niall had already knocked over the ice sculpture, after all.

“Take a left here,”

“Here?”

“Ye—wait, no.” Harry slurred, shaking his head from the passenger seat.

But his girlfriend had already turned the wheel to the left, inevitably sending the car in the wrong direction, again.

“Shit, M’ sorry baby.” he said with a drunken giggle.

“Good lord Harry…”

She threw the car into a random driveway, grumbling as she executed a clumsy K-turn.

She could hear the cranky frown in Harry’s voice as he groaned, “You’re a shit driver.”

“Well you’re a shit navigator!” Y/N looked over and gave him a pointed look. But the look only fell on his droopy, half-open eyes. “Where the fuck do I go?”

A beat of silence passed as Harry’s head lolled around. He hummed a bit, imitating the low rumble of the car’s engine. Finally, he murmured, “Keep goin’ straight.”

“Are you sure?”

He didn’t reply, just turned to look at her with that mischievous drunken smile.

“Aw fuck, no. We passed it up.”

“Harry!” She couldn’t help but laugh. Despite her annoyance, his antics were amusing. “Are you sure you actually know where you live?”

“Of course I know where I live!”

Y/N sped into another middle-of-the-road U-turn, and Harry dramatically fell into her lap with a low yell.

“Slow down, you minx! Gonna get us killed!”

“You’re so dramatic, Harry. If you’d just tell me where the fuck you live!”

“Can’t remember.”

She craned her head up to ceiling, letting her own eyes fall shut as she inhaled her frustration.

“Okay, fine. It’s that blue one over there.” He gestured vaguely to the right, but it was too dark to see the colors of the houses anyways.

Y/N let out her deep breath, “Somehow I don’t believe you.”

His growing smirk gave him away. After only a few seconds, his foggy brain would not allow him to contain his giggles.

“Harry!” she whined. He was always kind of silly and clingy, but the excessive alcohol made him an actual baby. He was still laying in her lap over the center console.

“Why are you like this?”

He pouted, feigning hurt. “Maybe I just wanna spend more time with you.”

Y/N’s fingers loosed on the wheel. She slowed the car to a stop against on of the curbs in the quiet neighborhood, poised under the soft light of a street lamp. Her annoyed expression softened and the familiar urge washed over her—the urge to kiss his cheeks and tell him she loved him and squeeze him tight and never let him go. How could one person be so annoying yet so fucking adorable?

She pushed his hair back (not without thinking about how he would’ve scolded her for messing it up at the beginning of the night when he had been sober, but now he was far too drunk to care) and wrapped an arm around his neck. It was definitely an awkward position and Harry couldn’t have been comfortable like that, but he didn’t seem to mind. He held her arm in both hands and snuggled into her lap as she cooed at him. “Aw, baby. You could’ve just told me.”

“But we’ve only been together for a little bit…and I don’t want ya to get sick of me.”

“Could never get sick of you, honey. Not even if I wanted to,” she said earnestly, continuing to stroke her fingers gently through his curls.

“Really?”

Now if that wasn’t a hint…this man was even stupider than she thought. In spite of his endearing idiocy, Y/N still could not resist the urge to just love him.

The idea that he could possibly love her back crossed her mind several times, especially in the past few weeks.

But they’d only been officially for a month and a half…was it too soon? Would she scare him off? Was there some unwritten rule of love to wait until they’d at least seen each others’ homes? Although, if she did tell him now, Harry was so drunk he may not even remember. If it went horrifically wrong, maybe she could forget it happened. (No, she definitely would not ever be able to forget if that happened, but the lie comforted her a little nonetheless). But if it went well, she’d be more confident telling him again when he was sober tomorrow. And at last, she didn’t even think she could hold the words in for another second while he was cuddling into her and kissing her arms like a baby kitten.

“I love you, Harry.”

“You do?!”

Suddenly, he seemed alarmingly sober.

“Ugh, yes. How could I not?”

He looked appalled, really. As if the idea of her loving him was absolutely insane. “Well, I annoy you, I kiss you in public, I drink too much, I spend way too much time on my hair, I’m not as handsome as that waiter…”

“And you’re pretty stupid.” Y/N interrupted with her own addition to the growing list.

“Yeah, you’re right. I am pretty dumb…But,” he paused, flipping over in her lap to look her in the eyes, “I did get one thing right.”

“What’s that?” She asked, fondly stroking his gelled hair with trembling hands.

“Falling in love with you.”

And loving him was that easy, as easy as sipping champagne and eating cake and falling overboard. She loved his flamboyance, his confidence, his kindness. She loved his silly tattoos and his bunny teeth and the little scar under his chin and the faint lipstick stain on his cheek. She loved the way they teased each other like children. She loved the way his mouth felt against hers. She loved the way he adored her. And so, she couldn’t help but smile wide.

“Alright, let’s add you’re super cheesy to that list, too…”

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riddlessbasilisk · 4 years

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Hi I’m a fellow tom simp 🥺 I really love a mean Tom but a nice one gets me in the feels when he starts realising he cares and gets that guilty feeling. Do you every see your self writing a Tom x innocent reader who he accidentally hurts and then feels guilty for but doesn’t want to admit it but for some reason her cuteness rules over him😭😭💖 I’m tryna turn his lil agressive ass soft but I wanna see how you could make that work 🙏🏽🥺

Hey 👀 Yeah, I've got you. Gotta love a bit of conflicted Tom, Man is a trainwreck when he has f e e l i n g s

Why is this gif of Tom so- 10/10 *chefs kiss*

Y/H - Your house

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On your first day at Hogwarts, you were considered average, a halfblood with no real reputation on either side of the family. You had a few friends, sure, and you did eventually get sorted into Y/H, which helped people believe more in your kind-hearted nature. But you were still just that, average, plain, unrecognizable in a crowd.

By your Second Year at Hogwarts, you had established some sort of name for yourself. Not all good of course, more than one of the Slytherins had called you too 'soft', but it wasn't enough to overlap what everyone else seemed to think of you. That you were a good person to go to for help, that you were a good person to rely on, that you were a good person.

By your Third Year at Hogwarts, you had been noticed by a certain Riddle, Tom Marvolo Riddle, to be exact. You had heard the rumours about him, girls swooned, guys wanted to be him, and a few, a small few, absolutely detested him - and neither you nor any one else knew why.

By your Fourth Year at Hogwarts, you had been often seen around the said Riddle from before, despite whoever protested to it. Though the name Riddle fitted Tom far too well, and perhaps you should've realised that some Riddles can't be fully solved until the last minute, and sometimes the answer isn't as nice as you'd been made to believe, and sometimes it's so much better than you ever imagined.

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Your fingers felt frosted as you sat on your cloak against the crisp grass of Autumn, the courtyard was barely visible other than the lanterns splaying the walls. The sun went down at 5 usually now, and as much as you loved the stars sparkling up in the sky, the chill was much too noticeable - but it hardly compared to the chill that had turned into a layer of ice around your heart, and maybe that's why you continued to sit there and let the wind take over your body and the moon take over your mind

You didn't know why Tom had did it really, you didn't have the answer to why you had seen him flirting with a Pureblood Witch from your Astronomy class, but you had an idea, and it was that she was in higher classes than you, just like Tom was, and that's probably where they met, and that's probably where he had realised that she's better than you academically, and much more regal and proper.

And as much as you wished he had turned around and apologised when you caught him, he didn't, you swore he had glared actually. But you didn't mind, it's not like either of you had ever declared any sort of relationship, or said you had loved eachother - but it still hurt, really bad, and as much as you wanted to believe that those days at hogsmede, or honeydukes, or when he would let you, and only you, sit with him in the library while he read, meant something, that seemed unrealistic.

Because you had swore that you had seen him take her into the library with him earlier.

Looking up at the stars felt bitter, because they were like him, twinkling, brilliant, and yet incased in darkness only brightened by the moon, and while you wanted to believe you were his moon, it was far too obvious that you were only a shooting star who went as quick as they came.

But the ice around your heart was thawed only by the woes that Tom had told you so many times before, about how he didn't understand himself as much as he wished he did, about how Abraxas and Avery were annoyances more than they were conveniences. Things he had never told anyone else, things you doubted he would even tell her.

And the ice frosted over again when you remembered the time you saw him pin a third year muggleborn against the wall for something so minimal, or when you saw Avery come out of the Slytherin common room one day with bruises along his arms that you were sure weren't there the day before.

Tom Riddle was a bad person

And you were a good person

People had said it before, so why did it hurt you to realise,

And why did you still want him so so badly.

It was because you wanted to be the moon in his darkness, you wanted him to be next to you with frosted fingers imagining you in the stars, you believed you could be the moon to his darkness.

Which is why you were going to the library, because you knew he would be there, and you knew he was a good person, and you knew that Sienna Bowcan only wanted him for his looks.

Pushing open the library door, your confidence slipped away, there he was, there they both were. Tears pushed up against your vision but you blinked them away, taking comfort in the smell of old books that invaded the space around you.

Pushing yourself forward reluctantly, you stopped in front of them, Tom didn't even glance at you, Sienna seemed to be seething.

"What do you want, L/N?", The pureblood spoke through her teeth, an amount of jealousy seeping through, and you noticed Tom stiffen at that, which thawed your heart again, even though you weren't entirely sure it was her that stiffened him.

"Can I speak to you, Tom?" You spoke quietly, trying not to let your nerves show through, because you didn't know if rejection would hurt more or not, "Alone?", you glanced at her again, and the hate surrounding her made you shiver.

The man himself closed over the book he had been reading, a potions textbook, which seemed a little off for him, considering he was perfect at potions, but you didnt comment. His brown eyes looked up at you with a cold glare, which made you almost sure of rejection,

Until he didn't, standing up,

"Where to, L/N"

But perhaps being referred to like that by him of all people hurt like it was rejection, and suddenly you wanted to cry again, "The astronomy tower?", your voice was meek, and it felt humiliating.

The first half of the walk up there was uneventful, but you could feel him looking at you, analysing you as if you were that potions textbook from the library, "Why do you look sad?", His voice was neutral, but Tom Marvolo Riddle didn't ask questions without reason. That in itself made you think that maybe it wasn't all just a facade.

Forcing yourself to look at him, you couldn't help but smile, that face, that face of his right now, the one that was somewhere between frustration and confusion. He had made it before when he was ranting about his feelings to you, "I'm hurt", you admitted.

Suddenly, halfway up the tower, he stopped, prompting you to stop with him,

"Why are you hurt? Who hurt you, I can talk to them, if you'd like", you felt stunned for a second, confused, talk to them? He would do that for you? Of course, unless he planned on talking to himself, that probably wouldn't work today, "You hurt me, Tom" you looked down, not wanting to look at him, but you could only imagine the whirlwind happening in those eyes of his.

You felt your chin being grabbed softly and pushed up, but you didn't register it until you saw him again. Annoyance swirled in his eyes, prettier than any stars that could be born, and yet his annoyance hardly seemed directed at you, "How...did I hurt you?", All of the confidence that was Tom Marvolo Riddle was still there, but he seemed confused, vulnerable almost. Your smile weakened a little, "I just, thought there was...something between us, but then you started..pursuing Bowcan", You shifted away from him a little, prepared to run so be it he laughed, or mocked you.

You hoped he wouldn't, because you didn't believe he was as bad as people made him out to be.

Yet, he just seemed confused when you looked into his eyes again, "I do like you." He stated in an almost factual tone, as if it were the most clear thing in the world.

"But Bowc-", Tom cut you off quickly, not just with the look he gave you but with the pull he had gave your arm before he interlooped it with his own and led you up the stairs and into the astronomy tower, guiding you towards the edge of the rail and looking up at the stars, "Bowcan means nothing", his voice interlapped with the wind.

"Does that mean we...do have something?", as much as you wanted to say, 'are you mine?', or, 'are we together then?', you knew that that was far too blunt for him.

For Tom, however, he looked up at the stars to avoid your gaze, because he didn't know what he was doing. He had you beside him, he had you, he always had, considering anyone else who got near you romantically ended up with some sort of visit off of him (indirectly or not). Yet he had hurt you, and that hurt him, and nothing was allowed to hurt him, or make him weak, and if you were anyone else he was sure he would've threw you over the railing, or atleast debated it.

But if him being with Bowcan hurt you, despite her being little more than a pawn in the game he played, then he would stop. And even though this encounter had absolutely ruined his match, he hardly cared, because it was you

He didn't hesitate to squeeze your arm, "Yes, apparently so", and as much as he wanted to say so much more, he couldn't, because you didn't know half of the things he did, and he didn't want to ruin that innocence - and feeling you press yourself closer to him in some form of content filled him with emotions he hardly understood.

Maybe the stars told him all he had to know. He was the darkness and you were the light within, both the stars and the moon - because the light in his heart, small as it may be, was reserved for you, and you had all the light in the world to offer to everyone else.

#this is p bad ngl #and i kinda went away from the ask tbh #but give me some time 🖖🏻#tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle

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Against all odds - 2.18

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Summary: Henry and Anna find a smutty way to punish Lestat and then they have an important conversation with him.

Warnings: Smut in the first part of the chapter including sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), mentioning of public sex and voyeurism, light daddy kink, light male dom, bad language. Don't read if you don't like porn. 18+ only

Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue, so be warned of bad grammar and wrong spelling!

Reblogs, comments and likes are much appreciated 💜

You can find the previous parts on my masterlist.

Tags @summersong69 @hell1129-blog @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @lunedelorient @agniavateira @mis-lil-red

2.18

When they were lying in Anna's bed an hour later, Anna cuddled up in Henry's arm, her head resting on his chest, she just couldn't stop ranting about Lestat. After all these years he'd managed to shock her with his behaviour.

"The audacity...I mean, can you believe he really did what he did? Said what he said? He obviously tried to play a mean trick on you..."

"Yeah, and it didn't work because there are no secrets between us. Because you were honest with me and told me that you had this one-night-stand with Milton. He made a fool of himself if you ask me." Henry turned around to face Anna. "Let's stop talking about this asshole, okay?"

"Okay. I'll try. But my brain seems to overflow with anger…." She gave him an apologetical smile and stroked his cheek tenderly.

"Just tell me what you want me to do, to fill your brain with better thoughts."

"You want to distract me?"

"Exactly." Henry said with a smirk and with one smooth motion he topped her, spreading her legs with his knees. The kiss he gave her then was sloppy and slow. He let his tongue roam around in her mouth, making her moan. This was exactly the way she liked to start foreplay.

"Do you want me to distract you?" he teased.

"Oh yes, Babe. Distract me and make me scream your name so loud, Lestat can fucking hear it in his room in the castle."

Henry put on a wolfish grin, grinding his erection against her pussy. Anna moaned again, reaching out for his briefs, making him strip them off. She needed him pure and in all his naked glory and started stroking his rock hard dick as soon as he was undressed.

"You want him to hear you come? You want him to witness how I turn you into a heated, horny mess?" Henry asked in a husky voice.

Anna sighed with lust nodding her head, biting her lip.

"Maybe we should do it on the lawn right under his window. Make him wake up with our moaning and panting. Make him look out of his window. Make him see me fucking you." Henry hissed, pushing up her shirt to touch her tits. He started caressing and kneading them, lowering his head to gently bite her nipples.

"Henry…" Anna's breath was going fast now.

"Would you like that?"

"Yes. I'd love to make him see how you eat my pussy. How you make me come with your mouth like he never could."

"You mean like this?"

Henry kneeled between her legs now, ripping off her panties before he let his tongue run through her folds slowly, teasing her even more.

"Oh god. Fuck, yes…" she whimpered with closed eyes.

He kissed her clit now, giving it a quick suck, that sent shivers through Anna's body.

"Do you think he'd watch us?"

"For sure. He loves to watch. He has a voyeuristic side. He'd get hard watching you go down on me, he'd jerk off on the sight of you pounding your big cock into my pussy." Anna whispered through clenched teeth, panting and moaning when Henry licked her again.

"I'm sure he'd hate it. Hate that we turn him on so much though he detests the thought of you and me being together." Henry said with an evil little grin, looking her in the eyes, his gaze full of arousal, his lids heavy with lust.

"Absolutely. That would be the perfect punishment for him...Fuck, Henry…"

Anna gasped when he penetrated her with his tongue and a finger at the same time quickly, hitting just the right spot. He raised his head again with a smirk.

"Well...let's punish him."

"Yeah, let's make him suffer." she raised her hips with a long moan when Henry started eating her out, bringing her close to the edge so soon, Anna almost felt pathetic for being such a thirsty slut for him.

He seemed to read her mind when he stopped for a moment, looking at her. "Already close?" he said with a smug smile that turned her on even more. "My little princess is such a filthy whore in bed."

"Babe...go on." Anna pleaded whimpering.

Henry started fingering her, keeping her right on the edge of her orgasm.

"God, you're so wet, princess. Wet and ready to come for me, right baby girl?"

"Yes...fuck...yes." She was a sweaty, horny mess now, desperately longing for her orgasm.

"Yes what, princess?" Henry growled, still finger fucking her roughly.

"Yes, Daddy." she hissed.

"Good girl."

He buried his head between her thighs with a sly grin and finished the job with all he had to give, making her cum hard and loud, screaming his name repeatedly.

"Now daddy needs his release. Turn around, princess, get on your knees and lift that juicy ass for me." He rapped out his orders and Anna obeyed without hesitation. Giving her a smack on her butt, Henry rammed his cock into her pussy ruthlessly and started to reward her for taking him so well with a few very deep and slow thrusts before he increased speed, railing her almost into oblivion.

"Yes, princess." he groaned, breathing heavily. "That's it...fuck…"

He came with a loud animalistic growl, burying his dick balls deep in her cunt, digging his fingers into her hips. He let out one last loud lustful sigh before sinking down on her back. He kissed her neck tenderly. "I bet he would have liked that show, don't you think princess?" Henry rolled off of her and pulled her close, cuddling up to her still a little out of breath.

"Oh I'm sure he'd be quite frustrated and envious now." Anna kissed him gently. "That was fantastic, Darling."

"It was indeed, mylady." Henry grinned and closed his eyes. "And now we better get some sleep. There's a breakfast waiting for us tomorrow morning and we're going to need a lot of energy for it. Unless you don't want to go?"

"Of course I want to go. Lestat Dalmasso is not going to ruin this for me. For us. He's going to pay for what he did tonight. One way or the other. And he better eats humble pie if he wants me to talk to him ever again."

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"Good morning everyone." Anna greeted cheerfully when they entered the dining room. Holding Henry's hand she pointedly gave Lestat a wide smile sitting down right beside him. Henry took a seat too and after a minute of awkward silence that seemed to confuse George and Thomas, who had missed Lestat's unpleasant scene last night, everyone started to eat and chat, successfully pretending that nothing had happened.

"Alles okay?" Lestat asked her whispering.

"In English please, Lestat. We want everyone to understand what you have to say, don't we?" Anna said without lowering her voice.

George raised an eyebrow, surprised by Anna's sarcastic tone. "Anna, Darling, don't be rude."

"No, it's fine, George. She's right." Lestat said through clenched teeth. After a while he tried it again.

"Don't be mad at me, okay. I don't know what came over me last night. I was drunk…"

"If that's your excuse you better shut the fuck up." Anna hissed not looking at him.

"Listen, I don't want you to feel bad, I'm trying to explain, okay?"

Anna turned to him, bringing her mouth close to his ear with an innocent smile playing on her lips. "Don't worry, I'm feeling great. Henry made me forget about you last night...he fucked me so hard I almost passed out, I still feel his huge throbbing cock in my pussy. And his sloppy tongue. And his long fingers...God, he made me yell his name so loud when I came, you may have heard it in your room."

Lestat jerked back his head, staring daggers at her unable to say a word.

"Speechless, huh? Shocked? Disgusted? Angry? That's exactly how you made us feel last night."

"Us?" Lestat rolled his eyes.

"Yes, us. Me. Henry. And all the others. You embarrassed every single one of us."

Anna spoke out loud now making everybody stare at them.

"By golly, what is going on between the two of you?" Thomas asked, surprise written all over his face. "Have we missed something?"

"Not at all." Anna tried to calm down, taking a sip of her tea. Henry placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing it lightly. "Don't let him upset you again." he said with a worried look on his face.

"He is sitting right here and he can hear you." Lestat bent his head forward, looking Henry straight in the eyes.

"Leute...vielleicht klärt ihr das lieber unter sechs Augen." Jonas said in german, rolling his eyes. "Take a walk in the gardens and resolve your problems." He turned to Lestat. "And you better get your shit together. We've had enough of your drama lately."

Lestat nodded slowly. "All right. I am more than willing to explain myself. If you're willing to hear me out...both of you…"

"Sure." Henry said before he turned to Anna. "Princess?"

"Count me in." She got up from a chair with a sigh, feeling all eyes on her. "Isn't it a lovely day for a walk in the park?"

After they had left the room, George looked at Jonas with a frown. "You better fill me in, boy."

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They walked in silence for a few minutes, crossing the huge lawn that surrounded the castle on three sides to reach the garden with all it's beautiful flowers and fragrant herbs.

Lestat was the one to break the silence when they had passed the garden door, making them stop in their tracks.

"Listen, I really want to try to explain my behaviour, okay? I'm not trying to justify myself, I just want you to know where...it…came from?"

"And by 'it' you mean all the shit that came out of your mouth?" Henry asked with a frown.

"Yes. I...just hear me out, okay? And please try not to interrupt…" He gave Anna a lopsided smile. "All right?"

"Heavens. Stop making a fuss about it and say what you have to say." Anna rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "And please spare us the melodramatic part, just come to the point."

"Fine." Lestat cleared his throat. "Straight to the facts. Fact one: when I came here I expected Henry to be a stupid prick, a mediocre actor who saw a chance to get a foot in the door of aristocracy, to get a little of that glamour and the prestige of a noble house like this." He nodded towards the castle. "I thought he was using you."

Anna was about to say something but Lestat shushed her with a small gesture before she even managed to open her mouth. Henry took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.

"Fact two: During dinner I realized quite soon that I was wrong. That Henry is a nice guy with a good heart and it wasn't hard to see that he adores you, that you truly love each other." Lestat paused, taking a deep breath. Anna knew how hard this was for him and she almost felt something like sympathy.

"Fact three: I was surprised and a little shocked to see how good you and George get along, Henry. To him you're already part of the family after only six months and this showed me how serious your relationship with Anna really is. Maybe more serious than our relationship has been in over 14 years. And this realization really hurt. It still does. I know that all the times I cheated on you did the damage that prevented our relationship from getting this strong and deep but it still fucking sucks, Anna. And you know what jealousy does to me. It turns me into a slimy git. And all that wine I drank made me a drunk slimy grit." Lestat gulped before taking a look around. "Can we sit down on the bench over there? This is somehow exhausting." Anna had to bite her tongue to hold back a nasty comment.

"Sure." Henry gave Lestat a friendly smile and Anna was a little upset that he'd surrendered to Lestat so easily.

After sitting down Lestat continued.

"Fact four: Eva broke up with me. I know I said I ditched her but it was a lie. Truth is she ditched me because she was sick of me. Sick of my constant complaints about my unfair ex and her asshole boyfriend. And that's a real problem, because I love her. I really do and that means I've been in a foul mood over the last weeks, feeling lovesick and lonely. So seeing you so extremely happy, realizing that Henry is your perfect match and that you do such a great job as the estate manager, I had to admit to myself that you belong here, Anna. That I've lost you for good and that this -this life, this place, this man- is the best thing that could have happened to you and all this felt like a fucking kick in the balls. And you know me, I never take a kick without returning it. So I kicked back." Lestat shrugged with a sigh, indicating that he was done talking.

"Yeah...roundhouse kick." Anna said dryly.

"Yes. And I'm really sorry." He turned to Henry. "I'm sorry for behaving like an asshole, for provoking you, Henry. Please accept my apology. It would be great if we could begin anew."

Henry cocked his head with a frown, nodding slowly before speaking. "I accept your apology but don't expect me to forget what happened last night too soon. It's gonna take time but in the long run I would like it if we could be something like friends or at least not enemies." He offered Lestat his hand and he took it, shaking it visibly relieved. "Thank you, Henry."

Lestat turned to Anna who stared at them, her arms still crossed. "Anna, I'm sorry for embarrassing you, for my terrible behaviour - not only yesterday but over the last months. I know I've been giving you a rough time with my silly jealousy. I promise I will stay out of your way. I'll be there if you need me but I won't interfere anymore. I'm going to let you live your life and I'm going to try to live mine. But please forgive me. Verzeih mir."

Anna didn't say a word, she just kept staring at him. "This is not so easy." she finally answered. "I accept your apology, Lestat. But forgiveness...this is nothing I can give you right now. This is going to be a process. Maybe someday I'll be over all this. You. Me. Our relationship. All this mess. But this day is not today and it won't be tomorrow or anytime in the near future." She took a deep breath. "I need time."

"Sure. Take all the time you need. All I ask for is the chance to remain a part of your life. As your friend."

Anna nodded. "You'll always be my friend, Lestat. A distant friend for now. Maybe a close friend again someday. We'll see."

"Okay. That's more than I could hope for." Lestat said with a grateful smile. He offered her his hand but Anna didn't take it. Instead she pulled him into a quick hug. "Just stop being such a pain in the ass. And please, for everybody's sake, win Eva's heart back, okay?"

"I promise. Thanks, Anna."

"Well, what about breakfast now? I'm starving." Henry said with a big smile. He was incredibly relieved that this argument was settled. Now that this problem was solved he would finally be able to put this idea into action, that had been on his mind for weeks.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #cavillry #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfiction #friends to lovers #smut #henry cavill smut

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~~Dangerous Woman~~

Another oneshot starring an AU pairing of Harp and Copper, this time in the MafiaTale universe! @avtfol came up with the idea, and I've decided to put it into writing.

TW: Massive creep vibes, sexual harassment, shady mafia stuff

Goldie may have been the don of New York City's largest human mafia, but there was somebody else who could rival his power. His most favored member, who went by the nickname of 'the Lady Boss'.

Her mere presence commanded respect, and she radiated cold confidence. Nobody but her don knew her real name. As Goldie's closest confidant, she knew all the inner workings of the mafia. But, for being such a stoic woman, there was one thing that she couldn't hide, and that was the fact that she HATED being around Goldie. Being around him made her nose crinkle in disgust and her eyes narrow in contempt.

But it wasn't like she could tell him outright to fuck off when he got handsy, his hands sliding down her waist with a look full of lust.

He knew where her family lived. In fact, he'd even ordered a group of his men to always keep tabs on them just to keep her from leaving, effectively trapping her. She hated being trapped.

But she also loved her family. She would do anything for them. If that meant putting up with a pervy don, killing people, and dealing with constant, suffocating paranoia every day?

Fine. She'd do it.

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"We're going to the gala tonight, angelbird. Eight p.m, sharp."

Bee didn't look up from the papers in front of her. "Mhm."

"I picked out a dress for you. You'd look absolutely breathtaking in it."

Ugh. She'd prefer not to show off ninety percent of her body, thank you very much. "I'll think about it."

"Please do, angelbird." The don turned and marched from the room, probably to spend four hours pampering himself and getting ready to meet with the other dons. Bee huffed and brushed a strand of her short, pitch black hair behind her ear, only for it to fall back into place a moment later. So much work to do...

As she thought, the black dress Goldie had picked out for her was far too risqué for her taste. Sure, she didn't mind showing off her body a bit, but she didn't need any more men leering at her tonight. Goldie was more than enough. So, she settled on something far better: a beautiful red, floor-length gown with a slit up the side of it and some gold jewelry with red gemstones to match.

Fixing her hair, she sat at her vanity, carefully applying eyeliner, lipstick, eyeshadow, and mascara. She rubbed her lips together and opened her mouth with a popping sound, the blood red a beautiful contrast to her icy blue eyes. Bee looked over her reflection critically before sitting back with a soft, pleased smile. She looked beautiful.

Satisfied with her appearance, she stood up and slipped into her red heels, gliding from her room and to the elevator. Outside the penthouse was a black car with a driver waiting for her. She sat down in the back, taking care to not catch her dress in the car door. As soon as she was situated, the car took off.

Hopefully this night would go without a hitch.

The hall where the gala was being held was already full of people when Bee's black car arrived. The car parked in front of the entrance, and a man outside opened the door for her, inclining his head to her as she stepped out, gracefully standing up. "Welcome to the gala, Madame."

"Thank you." Polite and simple. That's all she needed. She swept from the bottom of the staircase up to the main hall, keeping her eyes straight forward. She could see Goldie at the other end of the hall, talking to the other dons, including several monsters she hadn't seen before. One of them was a skeleton with a strange collar that was glowing green around his neck.

Ugh. Fantastic. More people Goldie got to parade her around to. She kept a pleasant smile on her face as she walked up to them, sliding her arm through Goldie's. She could feel his smirk widen. "Hello my darling."

She hummed in response, tilting her head against his shoulder. If she said anything, she'd probably start cursing him out. Goldie turned his attention back to the others. "This is my beautiful angelbird. The brains behind the operation, if you will."

His hand slid down her lower back. This greasy bastard.... She felt her eye twitch, though her smile remained pleasant. She glanced up and saw the skeleton looking at her oddly. She quickly averted her gaze, pretending to be shy. Please, God, just let this be over with quickly...

Three hours later, and Bee was done. She had abandoned Goldie as quickly as possible after his little stunt in front of the other dons. She was currently hiding from the other slightly-less-powerful mafia members in an attempt to not socialize. She just wanted to have a few drinks, then go home, wash all her makeup off, and go to sleep. She raised her half empty glass of wine to her lips again, her gaze flicking around the large hall.

She heard footsteps approaching from the side and glanced out of the corner of her eye. Oh. It was the skeleton with the glowing collar. He leaned against the wall next to her, silent for a moment. "You looked quite angry."

Ah. So he noticed. Her voice didn't change. "Sorry? You must be mistaken."

He chuckled, swirling his own wine glass. "Nah. Could see it in yer eyes, doll. You hate that guy... Goldie, was it?"

She didn't say anything, just took another sip of her wine. "If you want something from me, say it and leave."

"Quick to cut to the chase, eh? Sure. I wanna help you."

Bee turned her head to look at him. "I beg your pardon?"

The skeleton stared back. "He's the don. Even if you do most of the work, he's still the head honcho. Which means you gotta do what he says."

"Mentioned that fact, did he?"

"Oh yeah. Got some real creep vibes from him, too. Sayin' some nasty things about you."

Bee's grip on the wine glass tightened. Of course he would go behind her back and make disgusting jokes about her body. How very like Goldie. She could feel the glass in her hand starting to crack when the skeleton spoke again. "Like I said. I wanna help. I can help."

"Thanks for the offer, but I've been doing this for a VERY long time. I know what I'm doing."

"You hate it, though. You hate HIM, specifically."

He nodded at the blond still talking and laughing with the other dons. Bee sent Goldie a cold glare over the top of her wine glass. "... Fine. What's your offer?"

"Some of my guys are already working on being accepted as new members of pretty boy's mafia. I want you to try and convince him to let 'em in so they can get to tearing his empire down from the inside. In return, I'll help ya get away from Goldie."

He must've seen the look on her face, because he hastened to speak again. "I know ya've got things keepin' you from leaving. Rest assured, whatever you need, I can help."

Bee looked him in the eye sockets. "How do I know you won't snitch to Goldie as soon as I walk away."

He chuckled. "Aww, don't trust me, doll?"

"Absolutely not."

He barked out a laugh. "Clever lady. Alright. I'll give you my word, I will not say anything to him."

"Your word won't mean anything to me if I'm being beaten into a bloody pulp."

"Can see why yer the brains of the operation... Alright, here."

He took a ring off one of his phalanges and offered it to her. "Keep this until you know I'm not gonna rat ya out."

It was a 'don ring'. A physical representation of his status. She examined it, then slipped it on. As long as nobody looked too closely at her new ring for the rest of the night, she would be fine. "This will do."

"Sure. Hey, I wantcha to meet the guys who are gonna be 'joinin' yer mafia. Tonight. Now, if ya got nothin better to do."

"... Fine. Let's go. I never caught your name, by the way."

"Ya can call me Res, doll. What about you, you got a name?"

"You may call me Vee."

"Vee, huh. Welp, alright. Let's go."

He strode off with purpose, back toward the entrance of the gala. Bee followed him, not caring whether Goldie saw her leave or not. She didn't have a responsibility to be here anymore. She and Res got into a black car rather similar to her own, and the driver briefly glanced at her before taking off.

While they were traveling, Res gave her the rundown of who would be attempting to join Goldie's mafia. Several dog monsters, a flame monster, and another skeleton: Copper, Res' brother. After Res finished with explaining who was trying to get in, it was Bee's turn to explain the 'process' of getting into Goldie's mafia.

It... wasn't a pretty one. Dangerous, too.

Res furrowed his nonexistant brows. "And you're SURE they'll be fine?"

"Of course. Entry is brutal, but everyone going in has lived. And once they're in, there's practically no other security measures. You're part of the 'family' now. You can make your way up through the ranks, but it sure as Hell ain't easy."

"How'd you do it?"

"I've been stuck with Goldie for over a decade. I'm competent at what I do. But as much as I hate to admit it, Goldie favors me, so I get special treatment."

Res nodded slowly. "So... Jus' try and stay on his good side?"

"Yeah, basically."

"Thank you, Vee."

"Yeah. Sure."

Another fifteen minutes, and they had arrived at a large manor. Res got out and opened the door for Bee, and she stepped out, goosebumps crawling up her arms as her bare skin met the cold air. Res motioned for her to follow him, ascending the stairs up to the entrance. He strode inside, waving off his guards to let Bee pass. Inside, he called for his brother as Bee looked around. It was rather nice. Expensive looking, too, but that came with the benefits of being the head of a mafia.

A minute later, someone very tall appeared at the top of the second floor railing, looking down at Bee and Res for a moment before turning and walking down the stairs.

Wow. Okay. He was VERY tall. He easily dwarfed her, standing at.... eight feet, at the bare minimum. He looked down at her, mismatched eye sockets crinkling slightly. "Well ain't you a pretty lil thing."

Great. Another Goldie. She smiled sweetly at him. "This 'pretty lil thing' is your ticket into the biggest human mafia in the city, so keep your comments to yourself."

He blinked at her, then turned and looked at Res with a raised bone-brow. Res cleared his 'throat'. "Copper, this is Vee. Vee, this is Copper. I apologize for his lack of manners."

"Hm. Show me the others."

Res led Bee away from Copper, who watched her leave, an intrigued expression on his face. She had barely spoken to him, but he could already tell.

She was one very dangerous woman.

#oc oneshots #oc short story #mafiatale #mafiatale au #mafiatale harp #bee #bee my beloved #mafiatale copper #mafiatale res

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derekmorganscrocs · 3 years

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Nancy Drew 2x10

Thoughts While Watching

Spoiler Alert!!

YO- THE- WHAT IS THAT-

Pls the Ryan puns, I can’t even lmaooo. Wholesome Nancy? PLEASE LMAOOOOO OK OK THIS GIRL IS MAKING ME LAUGH. oh no- the straw: SHE KNOWS. ms reporter is gonna DNA test nancy.

Is aces contact info for his bro “long lost brother”? GEORGE IS A RENTAL CAR? Pls. George has abs- I think I have a crush ngl. Bess knows- ODETTE IS CRUSHING ON BESS. Nick and Bess are about to be sister wives no cap.

Apparently he is Tamura, not Tamara... I’ve been calling him the second this whole time- was no one gonna tell me?! Oh enemies to lovers 250k words I see how it is. JOKING, JOKING. We don’t ship nancy and tamura.

“I thought I smelled bacon” OH PERIOD GIL. Sass king, I love. Oh Nancy getting all up in his space is something else. Good to see that Gil is rockin with ghosts, as he should.

“Typical waitress occurrence” okay, Tamura is kind of growing on me. He’s a little funny. “Whatever do you mean, another?” Ace stop trying to lie please. HOW OLD IS TAMURA- oh he’s like a history guy... I really just thought he was like an eternal being for a sec. “the supernatural detective and the basic one”

OMG BESS IS FALLING FOR ODETTE IN GEORGE’s BODY. and nick is seeing a contractor. (Awkward thumbs up). I STILL THINK GRANT IS A MURDERER. pls Nancy’s lil cheesey smile is so cute and funny.

Ryan coming off all smoldery, okay Riley smith. Own that swag.

Bess falling over made me laugh. Odette coming thru with the skating skill. Odess? Bessdette?? I love. Ace’s brother??? ALCOHOL- ODETTE. ACE HELP A GIRL OUT HERE!!!?

Tamura got left at the alter. NO WAY I WAS RIGHT LMAO sorry Tamura lol I know you got left at the alter or whatever but I like being right. PLS HES SO SARCASTIC ABOUT THE DRESS THEORY NO- AHAHA HES KILLING ME. (poor word choice but the point stands).

OH NO I SAW THIS NICK CLIP ON THE IG- IF THIS BITCH LIGHTS MY MAN ON FIRE I STG. NAH NAH NAH HES STUCK IN THERE. WITH A MURDERER.

OH M G. I SAW GAY SO I SAID GAY. THEYRE IN LOVE. ODETTE AND BESS IS SO CUTE. I love the French accent too.

OH NO NICK- DON’T GET LIT ON FIRE MAN, YEAH DUH THE DOOR IS WELDED SHUT- OH THEY BUSTED THAT DOWN LIKE NOTHING. Fire extinguisher fight.

SALT AND BURN, HOES. WHY WOULD YOU BREATHE IN THE SMOKE WTF

My girl nancy just fainted omg. I’m cackling at the prospect of what’s about to happen. BESS AND GEORGE GOT ARRESTED- GEORGES HAIR. what’s going on rn. “My face isn’t working yet” MOOD.

IM CACKLING OMFG TAMURA SLOW MO- pack it up property brother number three. “Were you just waking in slow motion” MY GIRL IS STRUGGLING. she’s trying so hard. GIL TOO- OKAY BUT GIL IS HOT- “so smoldery” YES MAAM HE IS. GOOD TASTE GIRL. She’s petting him? “No seriously get me away from them” the way she said that is sending me- she’s so freaked.

FANSON RIGHTS!! NANCY NOOOO. NO NANCY. STOP PETTING GEORGE’s BOYFRIEND PLEASE NANCY. THE HAIR- THE HAIR. I don’t blame her not gonna lie, I would also want to touch his hair. “I’ll kill Annette” MAAM JEALOUS MUCH OMFG. “Your palms are really sweaty” ACE STOP OMFG. Wow sis snapped there omg.

They locked her... in the freezer.

He FOUND the brother- ACE HARDY ACE HARDY ACE HARDY PLEASE. Ace half Hardy? Okay we’ve paused the show so I can do some math: so Ace’s dad was the Marshall for mom 1 and father to brother. And also father to ace but different mother. Okay we got it. Bess and Ace are such a cute friendship.

Aw FANSON YAY. “We’re gonna work on it okay? And we’re gonna get better at it.” PLEASE SOMEONE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT OMG. o nancy ruined the moment.

“She’s okay. Just a lil boy crazy” RYAN IS SO CONFUSED OMG.

Nancy having a breakdown in the freezer is a mood. Is she about to stab someone- NO SHES BREAKING OUT OF THE FREEZER. THEYRE ALL THERE OH NO. why’d she go over the railing like that I’m laughing so hard- SHE JUST BODY SLAMMED GEORGE OMFG IM SCREAMING LMAO

OH GOD THEY CAN HEAR GEORGE AND NANCY FIGHTING FROM THE FRONT- i love the absolute dragging that’s going on here, honestly vibes. it’s like they’re feeding a child.

The girls are fighting (Tamura and Gil) NICK JUST KICKED THEM OUT.

I thought she was gonna escape lmao. WHY DOES SHE RUN LIKE THAT OMG AHAHHAHA. oh no Tamura is... they’re gonna kiss Rn I’m gonna barf ew. STOP MOVING SO SLOW JUST GET IT OVER WITH SO I CAN LOOK AWAY PLS. oh nvm she’s good now. She just dipped and Tamura is like: what now

LOVE THIS GIRL TALK OMG. YES PLS NANCY. Did George just emoji? AW GIRL HUG. I love the friend moment here, pls the sleuth sisters are the CUTEST trio.

HIS BROTHER IS IN TOWN? PETTY BESS I LOVE HER.

aw poor Tamura... oh no omg I actually feel bad for him now :( aw besties!!! Teamwork moment here, I love. HE TOTALLY HAS A CRUSH ON NANCY AND IDK HOW TO FEEL 😭

WHAT OMG DID ACES DAD GET KIDNAPPED? That might just be an old photo I’m kinda dumb ngl

NANCY CHOSE GIL? ARE THEY ABOUT TO KISS RIGHT- yup they just kissed.

RYAN IS SMILING WHEN HES TEXTING HER OH NO. HES GONNA GET HIS HEART BROKEN 😭

DAMN IT VAL. NO NEED TO OUT NANCY AS THE GRANDCHILD, HOLY CRAP.

Okay, so the episode is over, but I KNEW one of them was gonna fall in love with a ghost. KNEW IT! But on the down low, Bess and Odette are cute.

Sister:

Literal GASP at Ryan’s photo shoot. Like sat up like she rose from the dead and gasped SO LOUD- Yeah we’re both Riley smith groupies, what about it.

(When they locked nancy in the freezer) “I gotta ask. Is the meat hook still in there?”

Here are some more (ignore the contact image please lmao the vibe in my phone is random pics of my friends/family):

So the only explanation you really need is she LOVES Riley Smith, and is definitely crushing on Ryan lmao. She literally GASPED so loud at model Ryan.

And she’s not a huge fan of Tamura x Nancy. Tbh idk how I feel yet.

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #ned nickerson #ace nancy drew #alex saxon #bess marvin #george fan #george fayne #nick nancy drew #leah lewis #madison jazaini #tunji kasim #ryan hudson #riley smith #detective tamura #odette lamar

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xhollandbabex · 3 years

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“I’ve got you”

Warnings: smut (18+), mob!tom x fem shy reader, cursing, badly written.

Please send in requests this is my first smut so don’t hate me pls.

(Gif not mine)

READERS POV

“Ugh” I said as I threw my bag down on the couch the minute I stepped through the front door. I had just gotten home from a meeting at work that I didn’t really want to go to anyways. I decompressed my body by stretching out my arms and letting my head sink low to stretch out my neck.

“No, I told you, that’s not the fucking deal. I’ve had enough Dante....No.”

I heard Tom on the phone as he paced through the hallway back towards me.

Tom and I had just began dating and we hadn’t really done anything sexual yet but I really wanted to, all the time. You see him? Yeah, I’m ready to jump his bones ;) every 12 seconds.

I knew he was in a shady business but I didn’t really care about that as long as he was safe.

“Okay, I got it.” He huffed as he hung up. His eyes instantly met mine and he shuffled towards me.

“I’m sorry darlin, I didn’t mean for you to hear that” his arms wrapped around me “How was your day?” He questioned. His cologne surrounded us and my mind relaxed from such a stressful day.

“I-uh, it was fine” I said as I looked up with a half smile. He kissed me on the nose and asked “are you sure?”

It was weird how this man could go from all pissed off baddie to a lovey lil bitch every time he saw me.

“Yeah, I just didn’t wanna go today” I shared. God the way his long sleeve black button up curved to his muscles made my core throb.

He sat down on the couch and patted his lap. “Come here and tell me about it.”

“-are, are you sure?”

Again me and Tom were a fairly new thing not to add that I’m terribly shy with him.

“You’ll be alright darling, I’ve got you.” As he pulled me down on his lap and held me close. I was tense at first but when my eyes met his I melted further in love with him.

“So tell me, who made your day bad?” He stated as he clenched his jaw at the thought of someone being a hinderance to you. He was always so protective.

As I was straddling his lap I realized a sudden wetness that made me blush, but I quickly spoke so he wouldn’t notice.

“It wasn’t- it’s not really a person that made it bad it’s just I didn’t really wanna be a person today” I nervously chuckled.

His hands were dangerously close to my ass and I wanted nothing more than to move his hands for him and attack his neck with my lips.

But we’ve never had sex before, what if he isn’t ready and I make it awkward?

As my mind was rushing he put his lips on mine for a quick peck and said “I’m sorry your day was bad, anything I can do?” He rubbed up and down my sides which made my face erupt in fire.

“You could- you could uhh”

I wanted to be ballsy but of course I had to talk myself out of it. But I was in too deep now.

“What is it?” He questioned putting his face closer to mine.

“Are you blushing?” He asked which only made me blush harder. He realized what I was asking and he snaked his head to the side of my neck and gave me a peck there and then whispered dangerously close to my ear “what do you need darling?”

His voice low and sexy, I wanted to tell him to rail me but I couldn’t bring myself to it.

“Can you- can you touch me?”

“Where would you like me to touch you?” He said still close to my ear.

“Anywhere” I finally breath out and his hands immediately grab my ass and his lips attack my neck.

I sigh in relief as my hands grab his brown locks. His lips explore my neck for a bit but once he found my sweet spot I tugged on his hair a bit and moaned.

His hands working my ass and thighs as his lips were on me was heaven in of itself.

“Like this?” He said continuing to suck purple marks on my neck.

I paused for a minute to think about what I should say.

He leaned back to look me in the eyes, I immediately blushed. “You don’t have to be shy darling, I love you. Let me make you feel good. Is that okay?”

I nodded quickly with a smile knowing this man is the man for me. I looked in his eyes as I grabbed the top button of his shirt. He nodded in agreement that I could take it off and I started to unbutton. He was rubbing up and down my thighs as I worked on each button and once I got his shirt open I felt myself almost dripping.

I slid my hand down his chest as I went back in for a kiss and this time it was different. He wanted to take his time with me. He wasn’t just hungry for sex, he really wanted to make me feel comfortable.

My hand traveled down to his abs and I moaned involuntarily. I knew he was ripped and I had seen him before but something about touching his body right now made me want him so much more.

He continued to kiss me as he all of a sudden flipped us over. He laid me on my back as he slipped the rest of his shirt off. He then tugged at the bottom of my top and looked at me for permission.

“Please,” I said just ready for him to fill me up. He peeled my shirt off and kissed me again. He then looked at me for permission again suggesting that I take off my bra. I lean up and start to take it off as he leans up and takes off his belt.

Once my breasts were exposed I realized how hard my nipples were. He immediately put his face in the valley and started to kiss and suck wherever he could. He was so hungry to have me and I was so ready to be his.

He finally wrapped his lips around my left nipple and I let out a pornographic moan. My hand flew to his hair as he sucked and licked on the sensitive bud.

He gave just the same amount of love to the other. I moved my leg up and my thigh grazed against his buldge. He came back up to kiss me as my hands roamed all over his back and shoulders and hair.

I love every part of him.

I then got a little cocky ;) and reached my hand down and palmed his bulge through his pants.

He looked up at me in shock, but his expression soon turned to pleasure. I kissed him again passionately.

“Oh fuck this, I need you” he scooted down to pull off my skirt and panties in one go. He kissed my hip before he spread my legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he ran his fingers along my folds. A huff escaped my lips as I wanted him inside me. “God you’re so wet..can’t wait to get inside you”

He slipped two fingers inside me. I moaned as he worked me perfectly. His fingers curled at just the right spot and his thumb slowly worked my clit. My face got hot and the knot in my stomach grew bigger and bigger.

“You close?”

I nodded in response

“Use your words darling”

At this point I didn’t care I just wanted to feel close to him. “Fuck, tommy I’m close. Mmph I’m really fucking close” I almost screamed

“Let go darling I’ve got you” he said as he leaned up to kiss my forehead.

And with that my body let go. My hands gripped bis bicep and the couch cushion. My back arched and my eyes screwed shut as I released all over his hand.

I tried to slowly catch my breath with my eyes still closed. When I open my eyes he is inbetween my legs with just his boxer briefs on.

He leaned down to kiss me, he caressed the side of my face “are you alright?”

I smiled at him and sighed “of course I am”

“Can you still take me?”

I nodded as I looked down at his now very apparent boner. I didn’t know how big he was, I had an idea but I didn’t really know how perfect he was until he pulled his undies down and his cock sprang out.

He pulled at himself a few times before he lined up with my entrance.

“Is this alright? We don’t have to if you don’t want to”

“Please fuck me” I said as I looked him in the eyes

“Oh fuck” he muttered as he pushed himself in

He was stretching me out so good but it was a bit painful because of how big he was.

“Move, p-please.”

He slowly moved in and out and that pain turned into incredible pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me to try and muffle his moans.

He stopped kissing me to look down and watch him slide in and out. His grunts were so sexy that I wrapped my arms around his neck and scratched at his back when he picked up his pace.

He leaned up to look at me and what he was doing.

The familiar knot started to form again as I saw him in all of his glory.

Him naked, glistening with sweat, hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed, and him thrusting in and out of me, and his concentrated face on what he’s doing.

He kept going and my knot started to unravel.

“I’m-im close”

“Me too baby, come with me.”

He leaned down again in missionary just to kiss me and I’m pretty sure he wanted to hold me as I came.

The knot finally came undone and my back arched as he grunted right in my ear. I felt his cock twitch as he filled me up. He slowed down to help me ride out my high.

He flopped down next to me.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, Wow” I responded.

“Are you okay?”

“Tommy, I’m absolutely perfect right now. Thank you.”

I kissed him again as he wrapped his arms around me.

I was weirdly comfortable being naked in front of him.

“I love you.”

“I love you more tommy”

#tom holland #spider man #peter parker #tom holland smut #i tried #Tom Holland x reader #Peter Parker x reader

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