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What Do I Tell My Friends Family? Pt. 3

word count: 7589

Pairing: Recom! Miles! Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi! Reader Tags/Warnings: nsfw, fluff, comfort, bonding, good feels

Author's Notes: Aye yo this took forever omg, my apologies for the wait! 7.5k words later! Hope it's to your liking everyone! The softness! Some niceness for Reader TwT Apologies for grammatical errors.

It’s him.

It has to be him.

You see it in the way he stands, the swag of his stride. But it is most apparent in the way he tastes. This Demon, though he tastes of something wild and foreboding, there is still this underlying taste that is so wholly Quaritch. And you hate him for it. Hate him for everything he is, for everything he isn’t, and for everything he should be.

You cannot even begin to fathom his creation, dare not even ask him. How does he live without being piloted at the behest of his human body? Whatever the reason, it does not matter, at least not in the present.

You are grateful that the visits to the machine have stopped, at least for now. A small reprieve. The Demon’s visits however haven’t lessened in the slightest. He visits you nightly, you think, and based on that alone, you surmise your stay thus far has lasted 2 weeks, perhaps just short of it.

You stopped resisting after that first night. The threat of losing your kuru alone was enough to instill obedience within you. He leaves as soon as he’s done; you resign yourself to deal with him as he sees fit, anything to get him away from you as soon as possible.

Every look, every lingering gaze, every word of filth that drips from his mouth; a painful reminder of your human. Your prayers to Eywa go unanswered; without tsaheylu, you are far from her reach.

---

He hates it.

He fucking hated it; to not be in control of one’s faculties. There was a pull, a tug, a thread made taught. And always did it come back to you. He cannot explain it. Your notable sudden obedience is welcome, but it does not stop the guilt that floods him to the core.

He knows what he’s done to you, continues to do to you, is wrong. And yet he continues to seek you out. There is something indescribable he finds, some intangible force that beckons him; it’s as if this cursed planet itself commands it.

He wonders how long this’ll last though. General Ardmore is growing impatient. His squad has yet to produce any results. And somehow, beyond all possible reason, you have remained stalwart against the machine. He admires it at least, such loyalty, such unfettered willpower.

Perhaps he should consider a gentle approach with you, he thinks. It seems to be working with Spider. The kid has become noticeably more friendly with him and his team, and he wonders if he can convince you both to show the squad how to get one of those dragons.

“Colonel.” Quaritch is pulled from his thoughts and turns to regard the Admiral as she approaches.

“It’s time. Bring the prisoner in, put her back in the machine. She’s had enough of a break. This time, we’re going all the way.”

“All the way? Won’t that kill her?”

“Some sacrifices are worth it Quaritch; especially if we get the information we need. Sorry to cut your, leisure time, short.” She leaves without saying another word.

His tail flicks in annoyance, ears pin to the side of his head. There it is again, that ghostly feeling, the unseen guiding hand beckoning him. A whisper of a warning. He needs to make sure those science pukes don’t hurt you.

---

When you hear the familiar swoosh of the door opening, you sit at attention on your knees, ready and expecting Quaritch.

When he strides through the door, you shuffle to get comfortable. But the look he gives you stirs something uncomfortable inside you.

“Let’s go sweetheart,” the tone of his voice is unsettling and despondent.

Oh no.

No, no, no.

“P—please…Not that…anything but that…” You beg him, eyes watering at the memory of pain. You aren’t sure you’re resolve is strong enough this time. He gently but firmly grabs you around your upper arm, pulling you to your feet.

Immediately you struggle, try to pull yourself back, but it is of little use. He’s just so much stronger than you. As he pulls you along down the winding halls, you start to cry uncontrollably. You claw at his arm, begging in a blend of Na’vi and English.

He calls for Wainfleet and Mansk to help secure you in. He leans in and whispers, “I’m sorry,”.

You don’t believe him.

---

It feels like fire dances upon your mind. The swift cut of a knife. To tear muscle from bone. The restraints cut into your skin with how strong you struggle against them, thin beads of blood trickle along their edges.

You scream with all your might, throat raw, vocals threatening to tear.

The memories they pull do not make sense; an amalgamation of colours with no discernible imagery.

Quaritch can feel annoyance radiating off the Admiral standing next to him, arms crossed and tapping her fingers. She seems completely unbothered by your cries.

“Give us what we want. Which clans are harbouring Jake Sully?” She asks you, but you make no response.

“What the hell is happening? Why can’t we pull anything clear?” She demands angrily.

“I don’t know mam! The readings aren’t making any sense!” One of the scientists is in a panic, in fact, Quaritch notices they all are. Running around, fidgeting with control panels left and right.

You start bleeding freely from your nose. Your eyes are squeezed shut in painful suffering, tears streaming down your face. It takes all his will power to not push through everyone and wretch you free.

But he’s gotta stop it. He’s gotta do something. He can’t let this crazy bitch kill you. They’d find another way. There has to be another way to get to Sully. And maybe, just maybe, killing his kid was not the best way to go about it.

Spider is definitely not going to forgive him for this. He’s not even sure why he even cares so much about the opinion of one savage raised wildling. After all Spider’s not his son; he’s Quaritch’s son. All he has is that man’s memories. He’s not him, not really.

Before he can really fall into some existential crisis, he perks up at the sound of a very familiar voice.

‘Sweetheart put the damn knife down before you hurt yourself.’

‘Wha-?! I’ll have you know my father trained me!.’

The sound of scoff. ‘Yeah I bet. C’mere and show me so I can see what he did wrong.’

That’s…his voice. And that other one, is that yours? The image on the tiny screen in front of you is slowly coming into focus. He hears a soft giggle, a melody oh so sweet.

‘You’re impossible!’

The image snaps into focus immediately, and what he is faced with, causes every nerve in his body to tense up.

There he is. Human Quaritch, there in your memory, and it seems you’re not that much taller than him. That does not make sense. There’s no feasible way for you to have been born, grow up to that height and age, and interact with his human self. Jake hadn’t been on the planet long enough for that to happen.

He’s so confused. That shouldn’t be possible. He, that man, died years ago. What the hell is going on here? Where could you have possibly gotten these memories from? Did you make them up somehow? Figure out a way to fool the machine? He looks to you then, and his blood ran colder than the corpse of his former self.

You’re slumped back, no longer screaming, no longer fighting. Blood paints your face, broken by streams of tears. He’s about to reach for you when one final image flashes on the screen. A dark room. Looks like his old bedroom back at Hell’s Gate. There he stands, in the centre. He turns to look at the camera, at you.

‘Well hey there Sweetheart. Now aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes…’

Before Quaritch can even reach for the emergency shut-down button, the machine suddenly sputters to a stop, sparks flying from it’s spinning mechanism. The screen before the admiral flashes red, loud static screeches from within, causing everyone to cover their ears.

“ENOUGH”

The power goes out, drenching the lab in darkness. The only light permeating is that from yours and his bodies. It takes only a few seconds for the power to return.

He looks to the General, and she is pissed.

“Care to explain, Colonel? What the hell was that?” Quaritch holds his hands up defensively.

“I have no memory of her. I don’t know what any of those images were. He didn’t talk about no Na’vi woman in any of his messages, and she sure as shit ain’t in any of the memories you gave me. I ain’t got an answer for ya.”

She eyes him suspiciously. A stare down. He can feel his ears pin back in annoyance, tail lightly swishing. But he spoke the truth.

“Fine. I believe you. Could very well be someone he acquainted with after his memories were backed up. Though that still raises more questions. And I intend to get those answers one way or another.” She looks to you then, completely unbothered by your appearance. She notices the faint rise and fall of your chest. Still breathing.

“Get her out of here. See to it that she’s ready and able in the next few days.” She walks away from him, not leaving any room for argument. She immediately goes to the scientists to assess the machine, a damage report, run diagnostics. Quaritch doesn’t need to be told twice.

Hastily he unfastens you from the machine, picks you up in his arms and rushed you to medical.

---

The doctors give you a thorough once over, made sure there was no lasting damage. To his utter relief, you were miraculously alright. But you remained fast asleep. After the check-up he brought you back to your cell, carefully placing you on the bed. He tucked your knees into you in an attempt to try and fit all of you on the bed the best he could.

He knelt before you then, stared at your face intently. You looked so peaceful, the slow rhythmic sounds of your breathing luring him in. He brushed some of your hair out of your face, the stain of blood and tears still slightly visible; the scientists did what they could. He’d have you wash yourself proper once you wake up.

His eyes widened. Would you even wake up after something like that? And why does even care, really? You aren’t anything to him; not really. Maybe you were to his human self, but even then, the memories he carries cut off before then apparently. But the longer he stares at your face, the tighter his heart squeezes. An uncomfortable knot forms in the pit of his stomach. Too afraid to dwell on these feelings, he stands and hurriedly leaves the room; he’d check on you later.

He’s got to tell Spider. The kid was going to find out about this one way or another. He’d rather the kid hear it from him.

---

“There you are! What happened before? All the lights turned off. The power go out?” Spider rushes to him as soon as he enters.

He’s words get caught in his throat as he stares down at the boy. His not-son. But he kind of is, isn’t he? The memories demand it so. The paternal feelings he has for this boy are undeniable. But whatever trust he’s brokered with the boy, he’s all but shattered now.

“Why’re you looking at me like that…?” A worried look crosses Spider’s face. “Did…Did something happen to my sister? Did you guys hurt her? Where is she?! I want to see her!!!” The longer the silence remains, the more agitated Spider becomes.

“I’m sorry kid…The science pukes, and Ardmore…They put her in that brain scan machine. It knocked her out cold.” He feels shame relaying this to the boy. The hurt and shocked look that adorns his face cuts him something deep.

“Let me see her. LET. ME. SEE. HER.” Spider tries to push pass him, but Quaritch stops him with just a hand. Spider pulls his hand away and makes for the door. And so the two start struggling. Quaritch holding him back with all his strength, all the while Spider fights him with all his might and willpower, screaming at the top of his lungs. He had to see you. Had to get to you. You can’t be hurt. He’d never forgive himself. For you to be suffering while he was out having fun with the recoms?

“LET ME GO!!! LET ME SEE MY SISTER!!! PLEASE!!! LET ME SEE [Y/N]!!!”

‘[Y/N]? That’s…your name?’ He’s taken aback by the sound of your name. Had he really not deigned to ask it of you all this time? Shameful. Disgusting.

A sharp pain suddenly slices through his skull. He pushes Spider to the side, clutching his head as he falls to his knees. He yells in pain.

Spider is taken aback by the sudden action, picking himself off the floor as he stares intently at Quaritch. Before he can ask what’s wrong, the older man gets up and exists the room in one fluid motion, no words said. Spider bangs on the door, demanding to see you, all the while he can’t stop the tears that start streaming down his face.

---

[Y/N]…

Your name repeats itself like a mantra in his thoughts, dances across his mind draped in silk. The pain has subsided, leaving a dull ache in its wake. He stumbles his way back into his room, collapsing onto his bed. He’s grateful that they were made with their new bodies in mind.

He thinks then, about those images he saw on that screen. He called you Sweetheart. And the looks he gave you? He meant it. The very implications themselves were troubling. What the fuck was he doing after he made these back up memories? Over and over he replays them. Those images. The sound of your laughter. And your name.

Sleep takes him before he even realises.

---

Quaritch opens his eyes with a start.

White.

That’s all he sees. There is no sky, no ground. No floor, no ceiling. Only the bright brilliance of white. He lifts his hands to his face, the blue of his hands a stark contrast to the world.

Where was he? Was he dreaming? He didn’t feel in pain anymore.

He turns himself to assess his surroundings. He finds himself floating, no solid ground beneath his feet. He tries to move then, and finds his legs are held steadfast by an invisible force. He is only able to turn his top half, barely.

A voice then, interrupts his struggling.

“You know, my son…You sure are taking your time. When I put you in that new body, I didn’t expect you to take this long to remember…”

The voice is soft like feathers, the melody of spring. But it is also deep like the ocean, dark as night, hot like fire. It bathes him in sunlight, and burns him all the same.

“Who—who’s there?! Show yourself! Where am I?!” Fear pools into his being. He does not like the feeling of not being in control.

“Silly boy…Always so feisty! It seems then, that you are in dire need…Of a little push.” On that final word, he feels a hand touch between his shoulder blades, and push him with all its might.

The world snaps to black and suddenly he’s free falling. He can’t help the scream that rips from his mouth. He hears a giggle slowly fade above him as he falls further into the abyss.

---

Quaritch sits up in his room, screaming at the top of his lungs as he does. He grabs his mask and breathes deep, trying desperately to calm himself.

Where is he? Where are you? He looks around his room, confused almost. Right, he must have fallen asleep after his talk with…his son? Miles. No, Spider. His son. His. He looks at his hands, almost expecting the golden tan of his human skin. Human?

Confused by his own train of thought, he stumbles into the bathroom to splash water on his face.

He grips the sink tightly, staring at the water as it goes down the drain.

It feels like he’s been asleep for so long. Everything is so foggy in his mind. Spider is, his son. And he called you his sister…You…You? YOU!

The memory crashes into him hard enough to knock him to the ground. Everything snaps hard into place; he feels as though his mind has been whipped a hundred times over. It is a pain he would be happy to not revisit ever again.

The last time he saw you, in the Dreamscape. You disappeared like you usually do, but then…a voice.

---

“My son…”

“Oh…it’s you.” He cannot see her. She never shows herself. But Her presence is felt. It encapsulates his entire being. He cannot escape Her influence. He wonders if She’s here to chastise him about what he’s been doing with you.

“There is something you must do for me, Child. And I am going to put you to rest until the time is right.”

“What? To rest? Why?” Not about you, a good start. Though he finds her request strange all the same. Put a soul to sleep?

“Silly Child. Do not question. When you awaken in your new body, you will not remember. I will let you keep those, fake memories, your fellow Sky People made.” Ah. That.

“Shit…they really gonna go ahead with that?”

“Language.”

He rolls his eyes at the reprimand.

“Why put me back? Wouldn’t the backups be enough to get the body goin?”

She laughs then. As if this was truly the funniest thing imaginable.

“The arrogance of your kind astounds me, truly. No. Your, ‘backups’, will never suffice. I would never allow it. These Na’vi bodies will exist because I allow it. And they will end, because I demand it.”

“Wait, did you say Na’vi?”

---

And then, nothing.

She must have been true to her word. Cutting him off then suddenly putting him into a sort of stasis sleep.

Quaritch throws up into the toilet beside him, reeling as his mind tries so desperately to make sense of all the memories bombarding him at once. He’s not sure how long he lies there, sorting through it all. Groggily he sits up, and goes to the sink to clean his mouth properly.

The minty feeling brings some relief.

When he sees his reflection, it’s a weird feeling of something he’s never seen, and something he should be used to after being awake all this time. He closes his eyes, rubbing his hands down his face in frustration.

In image of you flashes in his mind.

‘[Y/N]???’

His eyes fly open and the thought of you. Guilt tears into his flesh, ripping through blood and sinew. He’s hurt you. He really hurt you. Used you. And you gave up, you just, took it all. He has to find you, he has to apologise, has to make it right somehow. He has to explain, he didn’t remember! Else, he’d have never—!

He runs out the room without finishing that thought.

---

The sound of a door opening is the first thing you register.

Your mind is filled with fog, senses dulled. You muster what little strength you can to open your eyes, but it’s not enough. The only thing you see is a silhouette approaching you, and in the fog of your mind, it looks so much like Your Human. You close your eyes and weep softly.

You think you feel yourself being lifted up, but you're not sure for how long. Next think you feel is the soft feeling of a bed beneath you. There is a hand on your cheek, and it is so warm, so familiar. Then a whisper of your name, and something else.

“[Y/N]…I’m so sorry darling…”

---

When next your eyes open, the room is dark. But damn do you feel refreshed. You haven’t slept that good since you got trapped in this place.

You sit up and stretch, clicking joints as you do.

Your eyes quickly adjust to the darkness, and your heart skips. This is not your cell.

It is bigger. There is a door ahead, presumably out, and what you can only assume is a bathroom door to your left. The bed you’re on is in the corner of the room, and it’s big enough for your tall body. You look to your right and cover your mouth before you can scream. You shuffle back and press yourself into the wall as if it would swallow you whole. You almost hoped it did.

There beside the bed, uncomfortably sat in a chair, arms crossed and asleep, is The Demon.

Did he bring you here? Where exactly is here?

You gaze around the room once more, taking note of some gym equipment in one corner, and the clothes neatly folded in an alcove on the wall. Slowly you move your hands from your face and breath deep, quietly. The scent is unmistakable. This must be his dwelling. You lean down and sniff the sheets. Yup, that’s him alright.

You try to move off the bed quietly, but the shuffle of the sheets is enough to alert him.

His eyes are on you immediately. You stare at each other.

You break eye contact and scramble for the door.

But he’s just as quick, and a strong arm grabs you around the waist, pulling you flush against his front. His other arm crosses over your chest to hold your arms still. You start fighting, kick and screaming, hands clawing at the arms holding you steadfast.

“Let me go! I don’t want to see you! LET ME GO YOU MONSTER! I WON’T LET YOU HURT ME ANYMORE! I’D SOONER DIE THAN LET YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN!!!”

You’re screaming at the top of your lungs. Quaritch is grateful that the rooms are sound proof.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N], calm down! Please!” But you ignore his plea and continue to thrash wildly. “[Y/N]! Listen to me, please! It’s me!!!” You stop dead at that, and the Demon continues. “It’s me…[Y/N]…it’s me…”

You become stock still at those words. You heart beats hard in your chest, the implications of his words break you.

“No…no it’s not…you look like Him…you smell like Him…but you are not Him…” you spit with as much venom as you can, but can’t help the tears that flow freely. The waver in your voice breaks his heart.

“It’s me Sweetheart…I promise…Here, look at me…please…” You feel him loosen his hold on you. He moves his hands to your upper arms, and slowly he turns you to face him. Your tears continue to fall silently.

You look up at him then, meeting his gaze. And in that darkened room, you see Him. Those golden eyes shine down on you, staring at you with such reverence, sorrow, guilt, longing. It all dances in the liquid gold of his eyes. And the way he pinches his brow, is so like Him.

“…Miles?” He lets out a shaky laugh, a sigh of relief. You do remember him. Thank the Great Mother.

“Yeah…it’s me sweetheart. For real this time.” He moves one hand to your face, gently swiping his thumb to brush away your tears. It doesn’t matter, they don’t stop falling as you stare up at him.

“Seeing you in person like this…Getting to touch you, for real…You’re more beautiful than that Dream ever made you…” You scoff at him, and can’t help the smallest of smiles. His other hand moves to cup the other side of your face. You move both your hands to cover his.

“Skxáwng…I only look like this because of my soul, remember?” The low rumble of his chuckle sends shivers down your spine. Oh how you have missed him. But you can’t forget everything that’s happened. You place a hand on his chest, feeling the fast beat of his heart. His strong heart.

“…Why?” You don’t need to elaborate; he understands what you are asking of him.

“…Eywa, she…She came to me. The last time I saw you. Just after you left…”

“The Great Mother spoke to you?” You are shocked. He nods, and continues.

“She told me, she’s gotta put me back in a body. But I wouldn’t remember anything…Not properly. Before I died, I made a back up of my memories. A contingency plan in the event of my untimely death. Seems the higher ups went ahead and resurrected me and a few others, but in Na’vi bodies. But Eywa, she said, these bodies wouldn’t, exist? Without her say so, I guess. So…I’m assuming all of us recoms, are actually harbouring our original souls, that she kept. For this reason I suppose.”

You swallow thickly. It’s a lot to take in. Your eyes cast downward as you try to process it all. So Eywa, blessed Great Mother, did she foresee this? And she keep these human souls so their Na’vi bodies would live?

“[Y/N]…” Quaritch calls you, and you look up to meet his gaze. “[Y/N], I’m so sorry…I mean that, I’m really fucking sorry…Everything I did to you darling, I hurt you. Really hurt you. Please know, that wasn’t really me. I wasn’t thinking properly. If—if I remembered, I would have never—” You jump at him unexpectedly, wrapping your legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Instinctually he has one arm supporting your rump, his other hand splayed across your back. In this position, it’s your turn to look down at him.

“It’s…I don’t want to say it’s okay…Because it’s not really okay…But…I understand. And I’ll forgive you, in time…” You see the quiver of his lips, his ears pressed back as he tries to not cry.

“I’ve missed you so much Quaritch…I thought you left me.” You pull him into the crook of your neck, holding his head to you tightly. He breathes deep the smell of you.

“Never darling. I would never have left you willingly. I’m sorry.” You press a kiss to the side of his head. And it’s all he needs to break. He weeps quietly into the crook of your neck. He truly never meant to hurt you, and he will hate himself for a long time for the things he did against your will.

When he stops, you gently push on his shoulders for him to lean back. When once again your eyes meet, it is your turn to wipe away his tears. You smile at him, gently tracing the stars on his face. Carefully you study his face, really looking at him. He really is Your Human, made Na’vi. Such a handsome face.

“This body suits you well, Quaritch. Then again, you were always handsome.” Even in this low light, you can see the blush that creeps on his skin.

“Heh…that right?” He smirks and you all but melt at the toothy grin. You feel his tail wrap around yours.

“Yeah…that’s right.”

You kiss him.

You kiss him and it’s filled with every lonely night, every mournful sleep, every minute of every day you missed him. You move your head to deepen the kiss, the need for breathing be damned. You feel his hands grip at you tighter, feel him press into you that much harder.

His lips are softer than you remember, and you revel in the feeling. You on the other hand, are just as he remembers; something akin to perfection. The Peace of Eden granted to him.

The two of you move your mouths along one another in a hot sloppy mess, filled with nothing but unspoken words, drenched in a cacophony of emotion. It is almost overwhelming. You feel him lick your lips, begging for entrance, and you are all too eager to oblige. You part your lips and go for his tongue first. You moans low into your mouth at your boldness. The two of you don’t fight, but let your tongues dance in each other’s mouth, tasting and drinking deep of one another.

After a time you break apart, you rest your forehead to his, nose to nose, as close as you possibly can while still being able to breath. The air is hot with your mixed breath.

“I have definitely missed you,” you say breathlessly with a smile, eyes half lidded in bliss. He smiles up at you.

“Then, let’s make up for lost time,” he says and gently lets you down back onto your feet. You entwine your hand with his and move to pull him to the bed, but he doesn’t move. You turn to look at him questioningly.

“Nuh-huh sweetheart. This time, it’s all about you.” He says and pulls you toward the door near the bed. He touches a panel on the side, and as you had expected, it opens to a bathroom.

“Come. Let me take care of you. Properly. Like you deserve.” He leads you in, the door shutting behind you. He is gentle and purposeful with his movements. He moves slowly, as if to savour every moment. He begins with undressing you. Ever since he had ripped apart your original clothes, he had given you a tank top and shorts made for one of the recom girls; though the top did little for you, considering your size.

Once you’re completely naked, he starts undoing your hair. He leads you to the far wall, two shower heads, one overhanging the other. He turns a metal knob and hot water shoots out the higher head. It falls on you like heavy rain, and you sigh audibly at the feeling.

Satisfied you’ll be okay for a moment, Quaritch takes the opportunity to undress himself as fast as possible.

Immediately he’s back at you.

You feel him undo the braid of your kuru. He tilts your head back, slowly he massages your scalp. He rubs his strong thick fingers in slow circles on your head, massaging deeply at the base of your kuru. You moan at the feeling.

“That feel good?”

“Hm-hmm,” you hum contently in response. He nods to himself.

You feel him lather something into your hair then. It smells nice, but also, very strange yet familiar. You realise it’s something you have smelt on some of the scientists back at base. It must be something they wash their hair with then. You don’t really care, more interested in the soothing way Quaritch massages your hair. Carefully he washes your hair, being extra careful with the long hair for your braid.

You can’t help but smile at the attention.

A new smell hits you, and you feel his hands on your body this time. Slowly he works, lathering softness up and down your arms, your neck, your belly, your back. When he gets to your chest, he massages your mounds for longer than you think is necessary to clean them. You don’t mind though, and enjoy the soft pleasure it gives you. You lean your head back into his chest as he continues to massage you in each hand. You feel his arousal between your ass cheeks, and it excites you that much more.

He stops himself though, can’t get too excited. He wants to finish what he started. A soft wet material is placed gently on your sex, and you feel him carefully clean your most intimate parts. When he’s done there, he’s back to using his hands, rubbing them up and down your legs, up and down your tail. He lifts one leg to wash your foot properly, and you giggle at the ticklish feeling. You playfully hit him with your tail.

“Hey, I’m trying to work here,” he says as he busies himself with your other leg.

Once his done, you expected him to get back to his feet. Instead you are caught off guard when you feel his hands squeeze both your ass cheeks apart. You turn to him, and find him on his knees, and you can clearly see just how aroused he is.

“Turn back around baby. Brace yourself on the wall, and stick your ass out for me.” You don’t need to be told twice. You pull your kuru over your shoulder to the front, letting it hang before you. He taps your laps and you spread them further. Hands and forearms pressed to the tiles, ass up. He takes your tail and wraps it around your leg, out of his way.

“Perfect,” he hums.

Slowly he stars pressing light kisses to your inner thigh. Up he travels, closer and closer to your apex. But just before reaching your centre, he moves to the other leg, continuing with his worship. All the while his hands gently massage the swell of your ass cheeks.

He stops again just short of your core and you almost whine. He takes both thumbs to either side of your lower lips and spreads you.

You make a startled moan as he does this a few times, pressing your lips together before spreading you, as if to spread your nectar evenly.

“Hmmm…such a pretty pussy all for me. I didn’t think you could grow to be any more beautiful, [Y/N]…” This time you do whine at his words.

He leans forwards and gives you a slow lick to your exposed hole. You inhale sharply at the feeling, immediately becoming slicker at the feeling. Slowly he licks you, up and down, before he moves to your clit and gently sucks.

The noises you make go straight to his hardened cock. He would give anything to be buried deep inside you right the fuck now. But no, first, he owes you this at least. He wants you to come into his mouth, he wants to know what you truly taste like. Wants to know if you taste different with his new body. He removes his mouth from you for but a moment.

“Turn around darling. I wanna see those pretty eyes when I make you come with my mouth,” You turn around, leaning your back to the wall for support.

He wastes no time, mouth back between your legs. But this time, his eyes are on you, and you can’t look away. He spreads your lips again, pressing his nose to your clit, while his tongue rubs along the inside of your entrance.

“Hnnf…Quaritch…” You moan his name, the feeling of his mouth on your cunt sending fire to your core. You feel the build up of an orgasm, pleasure wound tight around your soul.

One hand has you spread open. He brings his other hand up to replace his tongue. He sticks one long finger inside you, gently rubbing your inner walls. Your eyes threatening to close at the feeling.

“Keeps those eyes open, sweetness,” You will yourself to open your eyes, trying your best not to break eye contract. He turns his hand upward, and rubs a soft spongy part of you.

“Aaaahh!” You moan loudly at the feeling of him caressing your g-spot.

“There we go, that’s the spot.” He says and moves to suck your clit. He sticks another finger in, and gently rubs the same spot.

“Yes yes yes please right there! Quaritch! Please don’t stop, don’t you ever stop!” Your mouth hangs open as you moan the words. You can’t stop yourself; a hand moves to grab his short hair, and you press his face harder onto your pussy. His presses his tongue to your clit, caressing it in time with the fingers pumping in and out of you.

“Not on your life, baby.”

You feel your orgasm approaching, hot white pleasure seeming through your veins, wrapping around each nerve ending. An unfamiliar pressure builds along aside it all.

“Quaritch—I’m…I’m gonna—” You can’t get the words out properly.

“Go ahead darling. Cum for me, [Y/N], let me taste you, all of you,”

And when he sticks a third finger in to rub that soft spot, all it takes is one final hard suck to your clit.

The orgasm hits you hard, harder than he’s ever made you cum, harder than you’ve ever made yourself come.

You scream his name as burning pleasure bursts from your cunt, spreading to every part of your body. But the pleasure builds more as he continues to suck, and suddenly you feel like you’re peeing. You are shocked as you squirt clear liquid straight onto his face, there’s so much he doesn’t catch it all in his mouth. You toes curl at the uncontrollable feeling, your body shaking at the overwhelming sensation. Your eyes roll back into your head as you feel yourself orgasm again.

“There it is…That’s my good girl, always knew you could do it,” he praises you, fingers still buried in you. He stands up then, wrapping an arm around your back to help support you. He buries his face in your neck, sucking at your tender flesh. He slowly starts pumping his fingers inside you, you wet squelch of your pussy embarrassing to your ears.

It’s all too much, you’re not ready yet. The pleasure is boarding on painful.

“Hnnnggg…Sto…Quari...hnnff...Aaaahhh!” You can’t formulate whole words, only strangled sounds as your body burns.

“Easy baby, easy does it now.” He removes his fingers from your throbbing core. He lifts you up then, presses your back against the cold tiles, supporting you under your ass. He has one hand on his aching cock at your entrance. Slowly he rubs the tip and down your slit, coating himself in your juices.

“You’re my pretty little instrument to play, [Y/N]; and I plan to write a symphony.” He pushes into you and meets no resistance. A pitched mewl escapes your lips at the new feeling. Never have you ever felt so completely, full. This new body, you knew he’d be big, but it didn’t really register how big he was when you were sucking him off. You only just came, but already you want to cum again on his cock. You walls clench around him at the thought.

“Fuck [Y/N], you’re so tight baby—Perfectly made just for me,” he groans into your ear, but does not move; giving you a moment to adjust to his size. You secure your legs around him, tucking your ankles into the small of his back.

“Please…Please I need to move darling; you’re driving me crazy here…” He begs as he looks into your eyes. You shake your head and it takes all his willpower to not cry in frustration. But he sees you move to grab your queue, holding the tip between you two.

“First…Bond with me, Miles.” His eyes widen when you call him by his first name. His heart swells. “If we bond…know that it is for life. I will never mate with another. There will only be you…There…has only ever been you. Ever since the Dream I… I have only had eyes for you…You are, were, my human. My first love…And…I want you to be my mate...I love you,” You bring one hand up to gently cup the side of his face, gently rubbing his cheek of the stray tear.

“[Y/N]…are…are you, sure? After everything I’ve done, even when I was human…I did a lot of bad things, terrible things…Then after we captured you…Are you sure I’m the kind of man you wanna spend the rest of your life with?”

You giggle at him, wiggling your hips. He sucks in a breath, clenching his jaw.

“It is by Eywa’s will that you are brought back to me. This time, I am not letting you go,” You squeeze your legs tight, forcing him to step forward. The force alone pushes you further up the tiles, the two of you moaning as his dick pushes as far into you as possible. He doesn’t need anymore convincing. He grabs is queue and brings it to yours.

The two of you watch with baited breath as the pink tendrils slowly entwine.

The two of you drop your queues, hands immediately seeking each other as all new sensations course through you.

You feel it, the sensation of being buried deep into your warm centre, and he in turns feels the pleasure of being spread and stuffed by his own dick.

He smashes his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply, passionately. Without warning, he starts pounding into you, unable to control himself any longer.

And you don’t care. You roughly grab the back of his head, deepening the kiss, and he moans into your mouth.

His pace is fast and rough. It feels like his dick moulds itself into the walls of your slick cunt with each thrust deep inside you. You swear you can feel the tip of his cock tease your womb.

This time your orgasm is not slow. It spreads fast like wild fire, burning every nerve in body, setting your core alight with pleasure.

You breathlessly moan into his mouth. He pulls back and bites you in the neck.

“Hnnnnngggg! Miles! Right there! Yes, YES! PLEASE!” You moan at the pain and pleasure, feeling him lick at the bruise forming.

“Tell me! Tell me how good it feels!”

“AAAaaaaaahhh!!!” You can’t respond to his demands, he starts pumping into slower, but harder, grunting each time he bottoms out into you.

“You think I forgot about those shitty brats from your clan? I wonder what they think of you know all grown up, massive fucking tits, these wide hips. Perfect for carrying a baby. Is that what you want, [Y/N]?” You cry at the pleasure assaulting your nerves, his words stroking something deep and primal within you. Never had you ever considered having children, especially since he had been human. But now, with this Na’vi body?

“YES! YES! YES! Please Colonel, stuff me, fuck me, breed me! Cum in me! Put a baby in me! Make me yours!!!”

He chuckles, and the deep bravado of his voice nearly tips you over the edge.

“You were always mine darling. Eywa must’a made you just for me. You’re MINE, you hear me?!” He starts pounding fast again, his pace unrelenting.

“I love you too—I love you I love you—!” he repeats in your ear over and over again. And so the cord snaps, and your orgasm rains on you, pleasure piercing you. Your walls tighten, and the vice grip is all Quaritch needs to finish. He holds himself as close to you as possible, almost painfully into your pelvis bone.

You feel his pleasure through the bond, you hear the guttural sound he makes as he coats your walls with his seed. He rests his head into the crook of neck, breathing heavily. You feel the strain of his muscles as he tries to hold the both of you up.

You untangle yourself to stand, and he welcomes the reprieve.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he wraps his around your waist, bringing each other as close as possible. You hold each other like that, with his head in your neck, for a short while. Gently do the two of you sway from side to side to some phantom music.

Eventually though, you start to feel a little uncomfortable being in the hot water this long. He feels this too through the bond, and pulls back, pulling himself from you as he does.

You moan at the feeling of his cum running down your leg. What you don’t expect is him scooping some with his fingers and sticking it back up into your sensitive pussy. You yelp with surprise.

“Don’t waste any darlin’,” he says with a cheeky grin. And he doesn’t stop. He pulls another orgasm from you with just his fingers.

“That’s is baby, just like that…” he whispers into your ear and you squirt all over again.

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By time you two are actually done in the shower, you cannot stand on your own. Quaritch didn’t mind though, all too happy to dry you and carry you to the bed himself. He towel dries your hair carefully, mindful of the bond yet to be broken.

You help him braid your hair back over your queue. It is a very intimate thing, and he feels your heart swell at the activity.

“So…does this mean we’re married?” He asks as he finishes the bottom of braid. You giggle at him.

“Yes. You are my mate. My partner. My husband,” you smile sweetly as the words leave your lips.

“Hmm…My wife.” He likes the sound of that.

“Yes, husband?”

He looks at you for a second, confused, before he understands. Oh yes, he definitely likes the sound of that.

“Come here you!” He grabs you and you laugh uncontrollably as he squeezes you to him, peppering your neck and face with light kisses.

He pulls you to lie back down on the bed with him, you nestle into his side, arm draped over his broad chest, head resting in the crook of his neck. He puts an arm securely around your waist, his other hand comes to entwine with yours laying over him. Your bond rests protected under your joint hands.

You plant a soft kiss to his neck, and he looks to meet your gaze lovingly.

“I love you, Miles. Oel ngati kameie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Truly. Deeply. Forever. Oel ngati kameie, [Y/N].”

And you believe him.

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Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who's been following this mini series! Please do leave a comment and share your thoughts with me!

SO! My friend linked me this AI that kind kind of mimic voices if it's learnt off a good enough sample...You best BELIEVE, I attempted to make Quaritch lmaoooo. Anyway enjoy that. It's a bid hard to find balance between sounding close to the original, but also getting it to emote properly!

It's a work in progress ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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dianels · 1 year

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Willow 2022 In Memoriam (for now)

Willow 2022 is no longer available for legal viewing in any format, anywhere. We hope it will be resurrected at some point, somehow, but TPTB at Disney have given us no concrete reason or timeline to expect its return. (Jon Kasdan, the show runner, has tweeted cryptic messages but is not in a position to make key decisions, nor to share details.)

First and foremost, I grieve for kids who now will not have the chance to stumble upon this wonderful show with a diverse/queer cast on a platform with the reach of Disney+. I can’t express in words how much I appreciated being able to watch this show with my enby 11-yo kid. Of course I also regret losing the opportunity to build the fandom over time with new viewers, as the Princess Bride did after a lackluster box-office opening in 1987, and I feel so angry on behalf of the creatives who poured their efforts and craft into this project. But I grieve even more the potentially life-saving representation that young people might have benefited from, and I fear for the chilling effect Disney’s decision might have on greenlighting queer/diverse projects aimed at younger audiences in the foreseeable future.

On a personal note: Actor Erin Kellyman has mentioned in interviews that playing the role of Jade Claymore helped her work on childhood issues, and I feel similarly about what watching the show has done for me. I was raised in central Kansas in the 1970s and 80s, a gender-non-normative “tomboy” lacking any mainstream queer representation. I don’t recall even learning the words “gay” and “lesbian” in the queer context until high school, and of course when I did, they were corrupted by ridicule and shame. Fortunately, I had a very strong sense of self and managed to survive and to thrive as a lesbian as soon as I went elsewhere for college.

I grew up as a fan of all the Lucasfilm franchises (including the original movie Willow, released in 1988). While I identified with both Leia and Han to a degree (and shipped them), something always felt off. There was something lacking in that magical Lucasfilm world. It was not just overt queer and diverse representation; it’s also the case, for example, that the entire original Star Wars trilogy does not pass the Bechdel-Wallace test. The original Indiana Jones trilogy barely does. (Criteria: there must be at least two named women who talk to each another about something besides a man.) Willow 1988 is the rare exception in early Lucasfilm that satisfies the Bechdel-Wallace test without our having to squint. As a fan of the original Willow, I found that Willow 2022 matched its spirit brilliantly and expanded its potential in such interesting directions.

I can’t begin to say how much it would have meant to me growing up to have had Willow 2022 within the Lucasfilm universe, for all these reasons. I really believe that a series like this would have changed the whole trajectory of my life - I am turning 50 soon - even when I count myself so very lucky to have had a supportive family and a strong sense of self. I am grateful that the first season of Willow 2022 exists at all, and it truly has propelled me to do a lot of important healing work around the childhood trauma of growing up queer at a time and place that was totally lacking in positive mainstream representation.

But it’s not enough: Willow 2022 should be made available for legal viewing in some form as soon as possible to keep saving lives and changing lives for the better.

#tanthamore #willow 2022 #willow disney+#jade x kit #kit x jade #kit tanthalos #jade claymore #erin kellyman #graylora #willow ufgood #wlw shows #queer pride #queer romance #diverse stories #lucasfilm #willow 1988 #star wars

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eddiebun · 2 years

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dnd and distractions • 18+

pairing ; eddie munson x fem!reader

request ; yes, “eddie trying to focus (on homework or d&d) and losing it all as soon as you kiss his neck....” i’m sorry i didn’t initially really make him lose it all.. uhh but i hope this is still okay

genre ; smut, one shot

warning ; this content is 18+ only. explicit sexual content (minors away !! grrr), sexual tension, unprotected sex (do better than them, use protection !! ) he finishes inside (like seriously use protection pls don’t do this), filth with little to no plot, penetration, dry humping, oral f receiving, cunninlingus, like a smidgen of degrading, biting, hellfire thong?!?! getting fucked on the dnd table mhhnmmhmgmhhf

wc ; 3.1k

fairy note ; i have not a lot of knowledge on dnd, i’m sorry everything is probably so wrong and butchered like i’m really sorry sjdbdbd, i played consoles and pc growing up, uncultured on tabletop games. feedback is appreciated <3

not proofread

It was just Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and yourself tonight. All gathered around the table, different-sided dice thrown left, right, and center, hand-painted figures, and DND manuals sprawled out across the surface.

And Eddie was in his element, sleeves rolled up, arms gesturing out wildly and expression contorting to portray different characters in the vast world of his campaign he had spent weeks putting together.

And there you were at the head of the table with him, perched on his lap like his little good luck charm, moral support, that’s what you called it. You weren’t even playing, you didn’t know how and Eddie was okay with that and his friends had grown to enjoy your presence, though the kids were never thrilled about the PDA from the both of you, you especially, but luckily they weren’t even here tonight to complain.

Your lips found their place at his lower jaw, just sprinkling innocent little kisses here and there, hearing him spew on some introduction of a new unknown and deadly enemy and you were up on him like it was only the both of you in the room though, Jeff and Gareth were far more interested in learning about the new enemy, the both of their health's down critically low after the previous enemy fight, they were starting to think that they should just flee.

You on the other hand thought your game was much more fun, especially when you felt the strong grasp on your inner thigh whilst he growled out some cheesy line in character. Your head tilted down, lips still ghosting his neck as you boldly maneuvered his hand under your skirt, guiding him to cup your clothed pussy and you didn’t miss the way he curled his palm flush against the thin fabric or the way his skin was heating up beneath your lips, making you sigh softly into his neck.

Eyes fluttering as you tried to gain some composure but seeing his sleeves pushed up, tattoos peaking passed the ruched fabric and spilling onto his forearm with his arm dipped under your skirt nearly had your back arching.

"Time out! Time out!" Jeff wildly flailed his arms about before grabbing Gareth's arm to huddle up in the corner of the room and discuss, your boyfriend shooing them away with a gesture of his free hand.

It was when the others had both turned around you had felt a strong clasp at your jaw, Eddie directing you to look directly at him, "Are you trying to make me hard? here?" he whispered harshly, squeezing your cheeks together a little and watching you jut your bottom lip out.

You pursed your lips together and wrapped your arms around his chest, not helping his situation when you continued pressing your lips to his neck, this time more wet and open-mouthed on his skin and you felt the way he almost melted into the chair and if you glanced up you would've noticed the way his eyes rolled back a little.

“We gotta flee!” Gareth turned around from discussing the plan with Jeff, making you jolt in surprise on Eddie’s lap which gave you the most delicious pressure against your clit what with his hand still cupping you, “Fuck..” you gasped before widening your eyes when you realised it slipped out of your mouth.

“Sorry.. I think y/n feels a little sick, huh?” he swiped his thumb over the bump of your clothed clit and watched the way you shuddered with a smug smile plastered on his lips and you just nodded pathetically along with the excuse, nestling your face further into his neck and squeezing your thighs against his hand for some relief.

Eddie glanced down at you knowingly before clearing his throat to compose himself so he could explain what his friends needed to roll, suggesting casts to help escape easier and trying to ignore the feeling of his pants getting tighter and tighter on his skin with his growing erection under your lap.

It was no luck for Jeff and Gareth, they had rolled low and the enemy had a turn to roll, it was a high attack roll and had knocked both Gareth and Jeff’s characters to 0 hp, knocking them unconscious and even worse they have both failed their rolls to save their characters, rendering them dead.

Eddie cackled, neglecting you for a moment as he enthusiastically announces the end of the campaign with both fallen heroes and a victorious enemy who would wreak havoc upon the small town.

Gareth and Jeff were officially bummed and it didn’t take long for them both to sulk out of the door but not after practically begging Eddie to bring the next campaign to a closer date so they could redeem themselves and their fractured egos.

Even though you were already pressed against Eddie, closer than close, you moved both your legs either side of him and shamelessly wasted no time in rutting yourself against him, “What has gotten into you.” he scoffed, tilting your chin up, the dim lighting surrounding the room only making his eyes look even prettier.

With Eddie fidgeting underneath you, you could feel the shape of him grazing between where you needed him the most, especially with a particularly slow grinding motion back and forth with your hips.

"Think I really am sick because I need you really badly.." you whimpered out brokenly, throwing all caution to the wind with no restraints or shame. He let out a somewhat scoff mixed with a laugh, eyes just dragging down to admire the way you were humping his lap, your skirt bunch up, and one of your hands digging into his arm so tight it stung.

You bumped your forehead with his and let out an impatient whine, relieved once you finally caught his lips on your own. The kiss was sloppy and one of his hands came up to push the back of your head even closer and his other hand rested at your hip, pinching and gripping the skin.

"Get up." he rasped against your swollen lips and you were a little bit dazed from all the attention and arousal swimming through your body that it took you a second before pushing yourself off his lap with his help, feeling your ass hit the table, the sound of his dungeon master screens knocking over as he hoisted you on top of the table.

You were about to tell him to be careful but you felt him flip up your skirt and saw him stare down at you, in between your legs and you giggled, leaning back a little on your elbows, "Like it?"

Eddie finally looked back up at you, hands resting at your thighs as he kept your legs open, "You're fucking crazy." he laughed, head thrown back in disbelief until he wanted another glimpse.

It was your panties, a black thong you had hand-painted with the hellfire club logo and writing on it. You did it recently after finding the thin-strapped undies in your drawer, conveniently having some white paint handy and a good idea.

Maybe that's why you were all up on him tonight, you just wanted to show off the fun little piece you worked on, for him.

"That's so hot." you heard him sigh out.

"So touch me." your bottom lip jutted out, pulling his hand on your lower stomach, "Need it."

His fingers dragged down, feeling the bumps of the paint on the thong before pushing his fingers against the damp patch on the fabric, your legs quivering at the pressure, "Please.." you drew out in a moan.

Eddie leaned in towards you, pressing his lips flush against the skin of your neck and nipping the skin in between his teeth where were most sensitive before sucking a fresh bruise that had your back arching and chest pressing against his, "E-Eddie, baby." you gasped out, hands under his Hellfire shirt.

You felt him pushing his fingers further and further against the fabric which was riding up into the slit of your pussy with more and more of his fingering, it felt so dirty even though he was staring you down and marking your body at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Eddie pulled away from you and your eyes followed downwards once he kneeled down in between your legs, dragging the thong down to your mid-thigh, "These stay on."

His eyes were lidded as he leaned in, arm holding you down onto the table, thumb rubbing circles into your clit and you tried your best not to squirm, "Please, please." you whimpered out, laid back more but your head titled in his direction so you could see his every move.

"Shh, I got you." he hushed out, finally pressing his lips to your dripping warmth and licking a stripe up towards your clit, the delicious groan he let out vibrating against you. A yelp left your lips, the feeling of his tongue pushing up into you and the stage light Eddie had stolen from the theatre kids was shining down on you from above Eddie's chair, it all had you feeling light-headed.

The way he had his hand pressed down on your stomach whilst he fucked his tongue into you with so much stamina and eagerness and every time he titled his head further into you, his nose tapped against your clit which had you reeling in joy.

"Shit, that feels s-so good, oh my god!" you cried, watching him shake his head and messily lap you up, your hands fleeing into his curly locks. "Keep going, oh please! I wanna cum!"

As if your sweet boyfriend would ever deny you of that, his tongue movements only getting more desperate in between suckling and tugging your clit lightly in his mouth, enjoying every little beg, curse, and moan of his name.

You squealed in pleasure, legs quivering but luckily the hold he had on you wasn't disrupting his goal to tip you over the edge. "I'm- m' cumming oh my god!" you shrieked, hearing the grunt Eddie made when you tugged his hair a little too tightly but he loved it.

It was pure bliss, your thighs squeezing around his head and your hips rutting up into his mouth as you finally snapped, climaxing and making a gorgeous mess of his mouth as he kept up his tongue dancing along your pussy, not being able to get enough of you, your taste, your smell, everything about you.

"You came so quick." he grumbled against you, feeling that stupid smirk against your thigh, his lips kissing and rubbing soothingly along the delicate skin.

"Shut up." you whined out of embarrassment, your skin red hot and the arousal still running hot through your blood. Eddie looked so gorgeous in between your legs with the remnants of cum mixed with his saliva dripping down his chin.

"Get up and fuck the shit out of me Eddie Munson." you breathed out, tugging your shirt over your head and lazily pushing your bra down to reveal your tits. He had never seen a more enticing sight.

He batted away your hand that came down to tug your thong the rest of the way down your thighs, tutting disapprovingly, "I told you, those stay on, you don't listen? Too dumb to think about anything but my cock." he grinned, putting the thong back on you and tugging the strings to rest above your hips, tight, so tight.

It was squeezing you, riding up your ass and you felt hot and swollen against the constraining fabric. You sighed in relief when he pushed to the side some of the fabric just enough for your entrance, “See. That works.” he was smug, even throwing a wink your way.

You bought your hand back up, pursing your lips together and breathing out calmly, you needed him so badly you wanted to cry, "I listen.. I just- please baby." you were asking so pretty again that he leaned in, placing delicate kisses at your lips and nodding, "Mhm, I got you baby.”

With his sweet reassuring tone Eddie leaned back up so he could tug down his pants and his boxers, your eyes watching when he gripped his rock hard cock and stroked it a couple times, fuck, you could watch him do that all day.

“You okay?” he checked in and you looked up at him and nodded, “Yes baby, keep going.” you gave him a smile, hand coming up to squeeze his arm.

He looked so delicious, his cock was tall and had a nice little curve with veins on the underside, it had you drooling and reaching out to grab his hips. Eddie’s eyes fixated down on your pussy as he still had a grip on his cock, pushing the tip up and down, hitting your clit each time which had you a babbling mess for a moment, cursing out loud when you finally felt him push himself inch by inch inside, the thong was uncomfortable as it pinched onto your skin where it laid to the side so he could fuck you silly, but the sting only complimented the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“Oh god, Eddie, mmh!” you were clenching, unable to help it and you could hear him hiss through his teeth at the way you were squeezing him in.

“Shit, pussy’s gonna drive me insane.” he grumbled, still watching the way you took him, eventually bottoming out once you had relax and he pressed himself flush against you, endless spews of nonsense leaving your lips, head and pussy filled with Eddie, Eddie, all Eddie.

“Fuck, that feels really good baby.” you whimpered out when he started a sturdy pace, pulling in and out of you, dragging his hips back and forth rather slow but his thrusts were deep and you felt like you could feel him everywhere.

When he picked up the pace a little you heard the mini DND figurines behind you clattering onto the, table starting to creak underneath you, “Mh! Mhm! Keep going, p-please.” you stuttered out and he gripped onto your thighs, tugging you flush against him and causing you to yelp, you felt so full, it was such a nice feeling. He couldn’t get enough of you.

“I wouldn’t stop no matter what baby, addicted to this pretty pussy, nngh, fuck, angel.” he moaned, the prettiest sound complimented with the slapping of skin, thrusts getting more and more desperate, your nails digging and clawing in to his hip enough to draw blood as you pulled him close, wanting all of him like he wasn’t fucking you stupid already.

He could pick up on when you were tilting closer to the edge, ready to let it go for him, you were squeezing around him again and letting countless incoherent moans slip out, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip jutted out as you concentrated on how deep he was, “a-ah, eddie, eddie!” you’d chant breathlessly, eyes brimmed with tears.

“I know baby, it’s okay, you’re doing so good, you’re making me feel so fucking good princess, you have no idea.” he groaned, leaning in closer and holding your thighs under his arms to raise your hips and you could’ve screamed out but your voice came out in broken, desperate whimpers.

“There? Right there princess? yeah, hmm?” he hummed, the filthy sounds of his cock erratically slamming into you making him feel like he was on cloud nine, in complete and utter euphoria. He could see the way your eyes were glossed over and feel your legs around his waist, digging the heels of your feet into his back to inch him even closer.

His lips dragged down from your shoulder and down to your nipples, one finger toying with the left and his mouth attaching to the other, tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive bud, your strained moans and tugging at his hair going straight down to his cock.

You were so close, felt like you were going to burst and you could’ve even form a proper sentence, Eddie had made such a mess out of you and you loved it, your hips bucking up into him when he pressed a finger to your clit above the fabric of your thong, pressing and twirling it around on the pad of his thumb the best he could against the cotton.

“That’s it, i’m right here sweetheart, you can let go, pretty baby.” his words were soothing as he coaxed you into your release, arms squeezing onto him as you cried out, back arching and toes curling as he let you use him, helping you through your orgasm, “Yeah, oh fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” he grumbled against your neck, the both of you covered in a sheen of sweat.

You were breathless, completely dazed as you kept a strong grip on your boyfriend, whimpering from starting to feel a little sensitive but you pushed it out of your mind and concentrated on the gorgeous boy above you, pressing open mouthed kisses and grazing your teeth along his neck, “Please baby, inside, need to feel you cum inside.” you cooed against his neck in between broken breaths.

“Ah shit, you’re squeezing so tight!” he groaned out, eyes rolling back and you yelped when you felt his teeth sink against your shoulder, thrusts sloppy and shallow as he chased his high, “Need all of it.” you squeezed onto his back, hips raised.

“Y/n, cumming! ugh! shit, take it!” he gasped out against your neck, his hips stuttering as he split ropes and ropes of cum inside you and your eyes squeezed shut as you felt him fill you up, feeling completely euphoric at the sensation.

You both stayed attached to each other for what felt like a while but realistically a minute or so, whining when Eddie pulled back, dragging his cock out your weeping hole and adjusting the thong to cover you up properly, wincing at how sticky it felt, “We’ll clean up at home.” he hummed, turning his attention back to your face and pressing his lips to yours for a long, sweet kiss, everything you needed in the moment.

“I love you.” he mumbled tiredly in between kisses, refusing to pull away no matter how much his legs ached from standing, “You’re an angel, my everything.” he cooed, kissing every inch of your face with his big dumb grin before eventually pulling back but he didn’t let you get to your feet, insisting that you should rest and he’d look after you.

So the two of you dismissed the mess in the DND room for now, in favour of being carried in Eddie’s arms so the both of you could head back to his place, “Once we’ve showered will you let me put my music on tonight?” you asked, head resting against his shoulder on the way to the car.

“Ugh.. only because I love you.” he teased, playfully rolling his eyes.

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i got my eye on you - four; marauders

pairing: marauders (sirius black x reader) | 2k words plot: albus reaches out to you to keep the marauders save, to not have them die, so you join them in their seventh year. authors note: i hope you're well, love u! If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

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You had left Sirius’ room when the others returned from hogsmeade. With kisses and little miss you’s, you left him alone. The walk to your room seemed longer than usual. You stopped outside the corridor, the moonlit night had a calming effect.

You pushed a stick between your lips and lit it with a tap from your finger. You let your gaze wander, though nothing much could be seen in the dark.

Something caught your attention or rather someone. Four figures argued with each other. You couldn’t make out three of them, they were hidden by the dark but the fourth one, you were sure, was Peter.

Your eyebrows furrowed, unsure what to think of it. You didn’t know Peter as well as the others, not like Sirius. He probably had friends apart from the marauders. You made a mental note to keep an eye on Peter, for his own sake.

Before you were able to accompany Sirius and his friends to breakfast, Albus had waved for you. Sirius didn’t have a chance to argue before you aparated away.

“What’s the matter, Headmaster?” The old wizard swatted his arm, signaling for you to take a seat. You didn’t argue and sat yourself down, the lighter which you stole from Sirius’ bedside table between your fingers.

“You have a little sister, am I correct?” You sighed and nodded your head.

“Millicent Fox, I believe.” You were well aware that your parents had another daughter, although you’ve met her maybe once or twice.

“She’s small, we’re almost twenty years apart.” You answered.

Albus nodded and plopped a lemon drop in his mouth. “Seventeen years to be accurate.” You diverted your gaze and dropped a small “whatever” in the process.

“She’s to enroll for her first year here in Hogwarts.” You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. “How generous of our parents.” He didn’t answer and gave you a small smile.

“Maybe you could look out for her and the first years.” A small smirk found itself on your lips. “Yet another task, Albus?”

“Don’t think of it as a task, I heard she only speaks in the highest tones of you.” You shook your head, face in a scowl.

“She’s a kid.” He nodded.

“Exactly, so help her and the others stay kids, we all know what’s happening nowadays.” You didn’t answer the old wizard.

“Was that everything you wanted to talk to me about?” He shook his head.

“Not exactly.” You waited for him to continue. “I wanted to forward my praises.” He paused.

“For-”For exceptional execution of protection. The incident at the last Quidditch Match was a horrible incident which you defused in a short time. For a brief moment your relationship to Sirius Black stated a problem but seeing how you execute your work erased that worry.”

You were dumbfounded.

“My relationship?” He gave you a smile.

“I know everything, Miss Fox.” You cringed at your last name.

“One issue I do have, I’m afraid.” You once again didn’t interrupt him and waited for him to continue.

“I must plead to you that punishment of students in any form is to be executed by a teacher of this school, vigilantism is something I don’t want to see in these walls again, Miss Fox.” You nodded and excused yourself.

With a cigarette between your lips you wandered the school grounds, deep in thought.

You hadn’t seen Millie since she was a toddler, not that you knew her very well. Somehow you felt bad, bad for the little girl who had to grow up in the same awful household you had to. You’d give her a chance, you thought.

Give yourself a chance, maybe.

“Are you my sister?” A girl with big brown eyes started up to you, her hand grasped your coat with an iron grip. You looked around, eyes wide. “Miss Y/N?” A house elf you knew too well stood in front of you. “Esmy.” You spoke, your voice barely a whisper.

You crouched down, your arms already around the elf’s shoulders. “Where has Miss Y/N been? Esmy was greatly worried.” She tried. Esmy has been more of a mother than your own has ever been.

She cared for you when you were sick, wiped your tears and played with you when neither of your parents paid you any mind.

“Miss Y/N is Miss Millicent’s sister.” Esmy spoke, pulling the little girl forward.

Your sister threw you a big smile and threw her tiny arms around your shoulders.

“I knew, you’re my prettiest best sister ever.”

She said, her pigtails hitting your face in the process.

“Esmy showed me photos and told super stories.” You gave her a small smile and grasped her cheek.

“Is that so?” She nodded and played with your hair while you spoke to Esmy. “How is she at home?” Esmy shook her head.

“Not as strict but not kind either.” She said and you sighed.

"Millicent? Where are you child? Millicent?!”

Your eyes widened. “I gotta go, Millie.” She frowned and sniffled as she stared at you. “

No, I don’t want you to go.” “Take care of her, Esmy.” Esmy nodded and grabbed Millicent.

“I love you, Millie.”

You spoke before you aparated away, desperate to get away before your parents arrived.

“Love, here you are.” Sirius pulled you out of your thoughts, his bag slung over his shoulder.

With one hand he took your cigarette from you and with the other he pulled you closer, his hand buried in your neck. He pressed a hot kiss on your lips and smiled at you.

He took a drag and looked at you.

“What’s the matter?” You sighed and leaned over the railing. “Dumbledore knows of us.” He chuckled and threw an arm over your shoulders, another kiss pressed to your cheek.

“Does he have an issue with that?” Your lips broke into a small smile. “Not really, since I saved your ass a while ago.” He chuckled and took another drag.

He looked at you once more before intertwining his fingers with yours. “That’s not everything, is it?” You shook your head, a sigh left your lips.

“My little sister will come to Hogwarts soon.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Sister? I thought you were an only child.” You shook your head.

“She’s seventeen years younger than me, she’s barely a child. I don’t even know her.” You grasped his hand to take a drag yourself.

“Albus told you that, why?”

Your hand found his brown locks. “He wants me to look out for her and the other first years, with everything that’s going on.” He sighed but rummaged in his pockets for his pack. With a flick of his lighter, the next cigarette was lit.

“Then we’ll look out for them together.” You gave him a smile and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s grab a bite, huh?” You nodded and took the cigarette from his lips.

Sirius poured some pumpkin juice in your cup and went to grab your plate but you stopped him.

“I’m not hungry.” You protested, your head still swinging with all the thoughts and worry.

“You’ve got to eat something, Y/N.” James had to laugh as he grabbed his cup.

“What’re you laughing at, Potter?” Sirius glared at him. “Oh nothing, Black. Just, hilarious to see you acting all love sick.” Sirius straightened up quickly and threw a biscuit at him.

“I’m not.” James and Remus chuckled.

“Do you want some Pumpkin juice, my love.” James reenacted the previous event.

“Yes please, Sirius.” Remus joined in. “I do not at all sound like that.” You protested.

“Whatever you two, we’re hanging out in the yard later, you comin’ too?” James asked, his question directed at the both of you.

Sirius looked at you, his answer totally laid with you.

“Sure-” Your answer was interrupted by a sudden poof as your house elf, Suki appeared.

“Miss Y/N.” Marlene was so badly startled that she dropped her pumpkin pasty with a yelp.

“Suki, what’s the matter?” You watched the elf trying to not step on any plates or knock something over.

“This letter arrived for Miss arrived just now. Suki hurried to deliver it.” You took the letter from her tiny hands and thanked her before she disappeared again.

To: Y/N Fox.

From: Millicent Fox.

“What is it?”

You didn’t answer as you opened up the envelope. The paper was slightly crumbled, maybe she hesitated to send it.

Dear Y/N,

I don’t know if you remember me but I am your little sister, Millicent. I’m about to enroll for my first year at Hogwarts, School of Magic. Your house elf, Suki, has visited me. She let me know that you would be there too, though she didn’t tell me what for. I can’t imagine you as a teacher.

Don’t punish your house elf for talking to me, mother punishes Esmy for every little mistake. I hope you’re nothing like her, hopefully.

I’m excited to meet you, I hope you’re as kind as I imagine you to be.

With kind regards,

your little sister, Millie.

You closed the letter and pushed it back into its envelope.

“Who wrote you?” Sirius asked, pouring some milk into your cup of coffee.

“My sister.” He nodded and stirred the liquid some more. “Here you go.” He paused and placed a biscuit on your saucer. “Just this.” He spoke, puppy eyes forcing you to comply. After you took a bite of the biscuit Sirius had given you, Lily turned to you.

“You have a sister?” You nodded and took a sip from your coffee.

“A very small one, yes.” Sirius placed his hand on your back and spoke again. “What she say?” You grasped his hand and intertwined your fingers.

“She’s very excited to meet me.” Sirius nodded, taking a bite of his food. “That’s good, right?” You nodded, a small smile on your lips.

“I hope.”

“So, are you two official yet?” Marlene asked, the table stilled. She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Oh please, you two hold hands, smile at each other all the time. I’m not even going to begin to imagine what you lot did while we were at Hogsmeade the other day.”

James stared at his friend and then at you.

“You two, I thought you were joking?” Lily had to chuckle.

“You really are blind, Potter.” You cleared your throat, a small smile on your lips.

“He hasn’t asked me yet, so no, not official.” Sirius let go of your hand, eyes wide.

“We kissed!” He threw in. “Boys.” Marlene sighed while shaking her head.

“Oh and how we kissed, my dear Sirius.” You paused.

“But until you ask me to be your girlfriend, I’m not.” He sighed and took another bite.

“Do you-”Not like this, Sirius.” Marlene threw in.

“Not over the dinner table, you neanderthal.”

“But how?” She smirked at Sirius.

“That’s for you to figure out, love.” You smiled before you lit yourself a cigarette.

Sirius stayed quiet as his thumb caressed the back of your hand, his head visibly smoking.

“Idiot.” Marlene commented.

“I really don’t know what you see in him, honestly.” You blew some smoke. “He’s not just a pretty face, Marlene.” She huffed a chuckle as she took a sip of her drink.

“Whatever you say.” You threw her a smile and felt Sirius relax. The letter in your pocket weighed a ton, your head was full of thoughts.

You didn’t know if you were prepared for all that but there was something you were absolutely sure about.

These kids would stand by your side and Sirius would be closest.

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Unexpected

Notes: totally didn’t make this two weeks ago-

Warning: reader is a meanie :(, slight crying, overstimulated, no protection, semi public (a common theme in my smut’s apparently)

What a loser. The way his cock sloppily slammed into you, the wet sounds echoing throughout the classroom that he was suppose to be tutoring you in. Not that you need it. You simply asked him as a dare, knowing how it should plan out. A dare to have sex with the cockiest and most uptight kid in the grade. Sometimes you wonder how such a priss is vice president of the student council. With how big the stick is up his ass you wondered how he could focous in anything else.

His pace grew, his thrusts not stopping, jamming into your tight hole as his fingers clenched your legs. They pulled at the fat of your thigh, your eyes narrowing on the vice’s tilted back head and exposed neck. It would have been better if you got to fuck his brother, the president, instead. Aamon was hotter, smarter and all around better person. It drove Gusion mad whenever someone could compare the two. The thought of moaning his brother’s name instead, just to fuck with him, has crossed your mind.

“God I’m fucking yo-u dumb.” Gusion huffed as sweat clung to his bangs. His shirt was off, exposing his slightly tanned skin and lean figure.

“Like hell you are.” You mumbled under your breath after giving a fake nod. Sure the action of sex turned you on but seeing Gusion try to act dominate didn’t. Though what else could you expect from the lesser brother. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum!”

Semen surged into Gusion’s condom, his head spinning as wet pants left his abused lips. His head fell, brunette locks going everywhere. You rose a brow when he stopped thrusting, noticing how his body seemed tense afterwards. Usually having sex with you has the opposite reaction. However, when you saw a single tear drip down his chin you couldn’t help the scoff that came from you.

Gusion froze, biting his lip. He quickly wiped the tear from his eye and tried not to stammer over his words. “I-I better get going.” He rushed before beginning to pull out. Curiousity got the better of you. You clenched around him, watching as the cutest and dirtiest moan came from his lips. His upper body fell on yours, your legs wrapping around his fitted waist while his face burried in your cupped breasts. You didn’t bother taking your bra off since he seemed to get off just fine.

With your legs, you pulled him closer. He whined in your boobs, hands gripping tightly on your hips. “Is little old Gusion sensitive. Don’t tell me you’re a sub, makes sense why you can’t fuck for shit.” You smirked. It was unexpected, but you could feel the vice president grow inside of you, twitching. You would be lying if you said it didn’t intrigue you.

He picked up his head, chin still resting on your chest, “I’m n-ot submissive you dumb slut.” He bit back with a hiss. Though it’s hard to take anything he says seriously with red dusting his cheeks, the blush blazing to his ears.

The slut comment was fair, he was fucking you in a classroom with you on top of a desk mostly naked. But, that doesn’t mean you’ll let it slide, “Calling me a slut when you can’t even make me cum? For the vice president you sure are stupid to think a person with straight A’s suddenly needs tutoring.”

Gusion choked back a moan as his cock ached in your hole. “I-I-”

“You what Gu Gu?” You teased, your hands cupping his face to bring him closer. His eyes were glossy as tears filled them. “I never d-i-d be-fore!” He argued, though it was more of a cry. His cheeks were hot in your hands, burning and ablaze from the humiliation that seeped through his body.

“I’d hope so, no girl should have to go through that.” You scoffed with amusement. His hips jerked slightly as his eyes rolled back, “fu-ck I can’t do more.” He whimpered, cried, and pleaded for you to have mercy on him. He was a virgin, it’s not shocking how sensitive he was, especially since now he’s more turned on then ever.

A little laugh left your lips, “You say that but your cock is aching inside me Gusion.” Pulling him closer to you, you whispered into his ear, “Do you feel dirty, vice? How about you take off that condom, I’m on the pill anyways. Do you want to know how to pleasure women?” Your tongue traced the shell of his ear, feeling him shudder underneath.

Another whine left his red lips as you nibbled on the skin, a hand going up to pull his hair roughly. “You-u dum-ngh!” His voice shattered in a moan the harder you bit on his ear. You sucked the resistance out of him, making him melt on you. You could feel the sweat of his chest on your stomach as his lips quivered around the flesh on your mounds. For a moment you said nothing, hearing him pant as his cock drifted out of your pussy.

He shuffled, moving his hand down to pull off the condom and toss it somewhere on the floor. A tingling sensation filled your chest from the vibration that came from Gusion. He was speaking but seemed to be too embarrassed. You sighed, “What was that Gu Gu, speak up.”

Painstakingly, the Vice picked up his head. His eyes glowed in lust while his cheeks where illuminated in embarrassment. “Teach me…” He mumbled. For someone so cocky he sure seemed to be a puppy. Funny how that attitude melted away as soon as he got a taste of you.

He swallowed thickly from your stare. He knew that wasn’t enough, he knew you wanted to humiliate him more. “Teach m-e how to f-fuck you.” The Vice stated in a too demanding tone. Your finger traced the lump of his Adam’s apple, watching it bob before he spoke again. “Please.”

Your lips tugged into a smirk as you patted his head, his bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat. “Don’t cum until I say so ok?” Gusion gave a weak nod before picking his body up. You sucked in his sloppy cock with ease as he stammered over his words. Its as if his body ached for you, his tongue seeming too big for his own mouth as he leaned over you and babbled nonsense. His body weight shifted to one of his hands while the other held your hips, pushing them down. His nails dug into you but it didn’t cause pain, he bit his lip as he tried his hardest not to hurt you. “Fu-ck you feel really good~” His pleasure was on a whole other level as you pooled around him.

All of it turned you on. The sight of him flustered and drooling. The smell of arousal radiating from a man who has been secretly pining over you for years. That’s why he picks on you, pokes fun at you, not that it ever worked. So when he got the chance to tutor you he couldn’t pass it up no matter how strange it seemed. The classroom echoed with his moans, only making more embarrassment leak out from his drooling cock. You moved one of your hands to take out your breasts, the other grabbing onto Gusion’s. He flinched at the touch but settled down. His eyes went wide at your perky nipples, they were erected and pretty.

Curiousity got the better of the man as he slid his thumb across the bud. Pride swelled up in him when a small sigh left your lips. He continued that pace, watching you twist and turn from the small stimulation. “Move.” You uttered, one of your hands coming up to scratch his back.

Gusion obeyed with a buzzed expression, a small goofy smile being held on his lips. He tried thrusting but could only make it half way before whining. You clicked your tongue, “How pathetic, I said move didn’t I?”

“I- shit you idiot I ca-n’t!” He groaned. “You’re sucking me too mu-ngh~” The vice’s sentence was cut off by you slamming your lips into his. He cried on your lips as you pressed down on his cock, forcing him to take the rest of you. He whimpered as your tongue invaded his mouth, yet his hips started gaining ryhthem. The wet noises of your pussy flooded his flushed ears as your tongue traced the roof of his mouth. You devoured him, dominated him in his own mouth and man it turned him own. Your wetness dropped onto his thighs as he slammed his cock inside you.

Loving the noises your cunt made only made him go crazier. His hand found your breast again. Pinching and pulling at your nipple as a way to take revenge on you, hearing you moan in his mouth as his eyes roll back. Your hips met his, both of you determine to fuck the shit out of each other. Nails dug into his back, scratching his pretty skin enough that he knew marks would form later. He released your lips and pressed his chest against yours.

Both Gusion’s hands returned to your thighs, pinching at the fat on your legs and lightly slapping your ass to test the waters. He’d rub them after smoothly, never wanting to hurt you. “God, look who likes taking my cock now.” He whispered in the shell of your ear as you gripped him tighter. You grit your teeth, “D-don’t get cocky.”

A light laugh game from Gusion before his teeth grazed your ear. He pulled lightly at the lobe, planting a kiss on the shell before biting on it. He sucked it roughly, no doubt creating a hickey. “Fuck-k Gusion~ keep doing that I’m close~”

“Finall-y y/n. Now cum on my cock for me.” He groaned, moving one of his hands back up to pull at your abused nipples. His balls smacked against the curve of your ass. Everything feeling wet and dirty from how much you were leaking all over him. A choked whimper came from Gusion when he felt you clench around him so tight he was sure it was impossible to move. Your back arched as cum surged into you, leaving it oozing out of you once he pulled out.

Deep breaths left your lips from your release. Your boobs bouncing with your chest, your mouth open and ear ear bruised. Gusion bent down in front of the desk, not caring about the mess you both made on the floor. A hiched breath left you as the vice spread your lower lips open with his fingers. “W-What are you doing?” You hissed but didn’t move.

Lustful eyes peered from brunette locks. Gusion’s tongue rolled out almost as if he were in a trance. Drool peeked from his lips in hunger from the sight. How he destroyed your insides and pumped you full. Now all your mixed arousal was leaking out of your pretty cunt. “Let me clean you up. I’m still hungry.”

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rfxiii · 6 months

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I saw the winter prompts could you possibly do "You're the only gift I want to unwrap." For Franklin

Btw I love your work keep it up 💚

(Hii! Tysm for the request and the kind words! I hope I did your request justice! So sorry for the long wait 🙏)

All I Want For Christmas Is You

TW: smut

Word count: 2903

“Oh my god! This is hopeless!” you growl to yourself, flopping backwards onto the bed and glaring out the huge windows framing the large backyard at Franklin’s Vinewood home.

You’d spent the last three weeks agonizing over what to get him for Christmas. But unfortunately, Franklin was so damn easy to please that when you’d practically begged him to tell you what he wanted for his Christmas gift, he’d simply shrugged and said “I don’t need nothing. Seriously. Anything you get will be great.” But that wasn’t good enough for you. He was the perfect boyfriend, he was the perfect man. And there was no way you were going to get him some generic, boring present. He deserved the world.

You’d broken down last week and asked Lamar for help. But as close of friends as they were, that lanky goofball was little to no help. He’d suggested taking Frank to get a haircut, or maybe buying him some better clothes or a replacement for his “dusty, busted ass shoes.” But even that felt too basic for what he deserved. You’d even asked Michael for his opinion. But after they’d all received all of that cash from their Union Depository score, Michael had only shrugged and said “The kids got all the money in the world now. If he wanted it, wouldn’t he have it by now?”

You’re floundering for ideas now, but not deterred. There’s only one more day before Christmas, but you were not going to let this conundrum get the best of you. And with a new fire ignited inside you, you pull out your phone and call up Lamar yet again, “Lamar, listen! I’m dying here. I need help! Meet me at Rockford Plaza in twenty. Please! I still haven’t gotten Frank a gift, and I’m dying here!” you plead, pacing the bedroom in a growing panic.

“Ugh! Aight, aight! Damn, you really stressin’ about this. And we gotta go to the fancy ass mall?.. Fuck. Aight! I’ll meet yo’ ass there.” Lamar groans, and you hear shuffling in the background which thankfully signals him actually getting up to get ready to go.

“Oh my god! Thank you! Thank you, thank you! I owe you so big for this, Lamar! I’ll see you there!” you chirp, hanging up the phone and scrambling off to grab your jacket.

You’d planned on this shopping trip today, and had thankfully been able to wrangle Michael into your plan of helping get Franklin out of the house to avoid any suspicion. And now, with all your plans set carefully in place, you head off to meet Lamar for your last ditch effort in finding the perfect gift.

But unfortunately, this close to Christmas, your shopping trip proves to be anything but easy or relaxing.

You and Lamar hurry through the crowded plaza, your eyes darting from one shop to the next as you both try to contain your growing frustration. It's been almost an hour since you met at Rockford Plaza, and so far, all you've managed to find are a few mediocre presents that just don't seem quite right for Franklin. You can't help but feel like you're running out of time, and with each passing minute, the pressure to find the perfect gift for the man who wants nothing seems to intensify.

"I don't know, man," Lamar says, shaking his head as he studies a display of expensive colognes, "He's just so hard to shop for. I mean, what does he even like?"

You feel your brow twitching in irritation as you shoot him a look, “What do you mean, what does he like? You’re his best friend! How can you not-“ You stop your ranting and pull Lamar to a stop in front of a jewelry store, the glittering display of diamonds and precious gems catching your eye. "What about jewelry?" you suggest, feeling a pang of nervousness in your stomach. Jewelry like this is a big gesture, and you're not entirely sure if it's something that Franklin would even want. But as you look around, you can't help but feel drawn to the elegance and the beauty behind each piece.

Lamar shrugs, looking unsure. "I guess it won’t hurt nothin’ to look, right?" he says, following you into the store.

The saleswoman, a polished and professional woman with a knowing smile, approaches you both and inquires if she can be of assistance. You glance at Lamar, who seems to be growing more nervous by the second, and then back at the saleswoman, feeling a surge of determination. This is it. This has to be the one.

As you describe to the saleswoman the qualities that you admire about Franklin and the kind of person he is, you feel a warmth spreading through your chest. You're not just buying a present; you're expressing how you feel about him, how much he means to you. The woman shows you various pieces around the store, but when she shows you a stunning pair of black diamond earrings, you know immediately that this is it. This is the gift that gives everything you've been trying to say for the past three weeks.

You swallow hard, feeling a lump forming in your throat, and turn to Lamar, who is watching you with a mixture of anxiety at feeling out of place and hope that you’d finally found the right gift. "Lamar, I think I got it," you say, your voice trembling just a little. "What do you think?"

“Ya know what-..” Lamar mutters, gazing at the diamond studs inside the thick, glass case, “I think we got a winner.”

“Yeah?” you breathe hopefully, grinning up at him as you begin to imagine the surprise on Franklin’s face when he revived his gift.

“Yeah, homie.. Now, hurry up and let’s get the fuck outta here. I can’t put up with too much more a’ this shit.” Lamar snickers, his gaze darting around to the masses of people milling about frantically through the shops.

You grin at the saleswoman, pointing again to the earrings with a decisive nod, “These. We’ll take these, please!”

The price tag on the item nearly floors Lamar, and the expert wrapping skill of the sales associate has you gawking, as well. Finally, she places the perfectly wrapped box into an equally nice bag- decorated with shiny, black tissue paper. You give her your thanks and quickly lead Lamar back to where you’d left your vehicles.

“Aw, motherfucker!” Lamar growls, snatching the parking ticket off his vans windshield, “Double parked? Bullshit! This right here is a perfect park job!” He argues with absolutely no one.

You have the good grace not to mention his abysmal parking job. Instead, snatching the ticket from his hand and taking in the several hundred dollar fine he now owes, “Ya know what- Gimme this. I’ll pay for it as soon as the holiday is over. Like I said, I owe you so big, LD!”

“No shit? Aight, bet! Thanks a lot, homie!” Lamar chuckles in relieved disbelief. And as he watches you jog off to your car, he calls out to you with a big, cheeky grin, “An’ merry Christmas!”

“Yeah! Have a good Christmas, Lamar!” you shout back, feeling relief washing over you at finally having found the perfect gift.

You spend the rest of the day biting your tongue to keep from excitedly spilling your secret gift to Franklin. But the night is still nice together. Michael had taken him golfing, Trevor had joined them later on and gotten them kicked out, then they’d all been forced to go see one of Michael’s favorite, shitty, black and white films, before he’d come home and been happy for time to actually relax with you after trying to corral his two older friends all day. You’d had a nice dinner, spent time together watching tv, curled up together on the couch, before finally going to bed and leaving you struggling to sleep with your bubbling excitement.

The bright morning sunlight streams in through the window the next morning, casting a warm glow across the bed where you and Franklin lie. Your stomach rumbles, reminding you that it's been a while since you've eaten, and with a contented yawn, you roll over to nuzzle into his neck. He hums sleepily, one hand absently stroking your hair as he nestles deeper into the pillows. You grin, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

"Morning, sleepyhead," you murmur, leaning over to kiss him gently. "Think you can get up and help me make some breakfast?"

Franklin yawns, stretching his arms high above his head, before letting out a contented sigh. "I guess I could," he grins sleepily, sitting up and blinking blearily at the clock. "What are we having?"

As you watch him throw off the covers and pad over to the bathroom, you can't help but marvel at how comfortable you've become with him. It feels so natural to be here, sharing this space with him. Even as time passes, there's still an element of newness to it, a spark that keeps things exciting and alive. You know that this is where you're supposed to be, and that thought alone fills you with a warmth that spreads through your entire body.

While he's in the bathroom, you head into the kitchen and begin to rummage through the fridge. You pull out some eggs, bread, and some fruit, setting them all on the counter. The eggs sizzle in the pan as you chop up some avocado, thinking about how much he's going to love the surprise you have planned for him. You're so focused on your cooking that you don't notice him sneak up behind you until you feel his warm breath on your neck.

"Mmm, that smells amazing," he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You lean back into him, feeling the muscles in his chest and arms through his t-shirt.

"It's just a little something I threw together," you reply, glancing over your shoulder at him. "But I hope you like it."

He pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck as he breathes in the scent of breakfast. "I'm sure I'll love whatever you make," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're the best cook I know."

When the food is finally ready, you serve it up on two plates and carry them over to the living room, setting them down on the coffee table. You watch as he takes in the spread, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Wow, this is... amazing," he breathes, looking up at you. "Thank you, babe."

You grin, feeling a rush of pride and happiness. "You're welcome. I hope you like it."

He takes a bite of the egg and avocado sandwich, savoring the flavors before swallowing. "It's delicious," he says, looking up at you again. "You really outdid yourself."

You blush, feeling the warmth spread from your cheeks down to your stomach. "I'm glad you like it." You hesitate for a moment, then reach over to grab the small box that you'd hidden behind a throw pillow earlier. Handing it to him, you watch as his expression changes from surprise to delight.

"Merry Christmas." you urge, your heart racing. He takes the box carefully, his fingers tracing over the intricate pattern on the wrapping paper. With a gentle tug, he pulls it off to reveal the black diamond earrings you’d searched so hard to pick out.

“Babe,-.. Holy shit..” Franklin gasps out, his fingers almost cautiously tracing the gems of the earrings.

His reaction is muted and shocked, and you begin to fear that maybe this isn’t even remotely something that he enjoys. But before you can panic too thoroughly, he’s letting out a disbelieving gasp and shooting you the brightest smile you’d seen since you’d agreed to go out with him, “This is…amazing! Holy shit! How’d you pick these out?” he gasps, the smile on his cheeks unwavering.

“You..like’em? Really? Oh my god, I’m so glad! Lamar and I were out all day looking for something to give you, and he was no help, and I was afraid you wouldn’t like these! But I saw’em, and I thought they’d look really nice on you, and I’ve spent all month panicking over what to get you, and-“

“Babe!” Franklin chuckles, cupping your cheeks to silence your frantic rambling, “These are perfect.” he coos before leaning in closer, “But really-.. You're the only gift I want to unwrap.”

He leans in, stealing your breath away when his warm, soft lips press to yours in the softest, slow kiss that has your heart fluttering and head spinning.

“I love you.” you gasp against his lips- your fingers knotting in the front of his shirt to pull him close.

“I love you too, babe.” Franklin mutters with a grin softly twitching his lips.

As you sit there, wrapped up in each other and the glow of the Christmas tree, the room feels impossibly warm and cozy. You lean in, pressing your lips against his again, feeling the familiar heat of his mouth against yours. He pulls you closer, one hand slipping beneath your sweater to stroke your back, the other tangled in your hair.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the moment, the rest of the world fading away into the background. And in this perfect, fleeting moment, you realize that you are exactly where you're meant to be.

The kiss deepens, and your heart races as you feel his hand slip under your shirt, tracing lightly over your skin. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you find yourself melting further into his embrace. You pull back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, and you know that he can see the desire burning bright within them.

With a soft moan, he presses his lips to yours again, more urgently this time. You respond in kind, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as you try to get it open. He helps you, his fingers deftly working the buttons loose before throwing the shirt aside, revealing his toned chest and soft skin.

You reach up, brushing your fingers over his hair, marveling at the feel of it between your fingers. He shudders at the touch, and you can feel the hardness of his erection pressed against your thigh. You pull him closer, feeling the heat from his body sear into your own, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as humanly possible.

"I love you," you sigh again, your voice barely more than a whisper as you gaze deeply into his eyes. And in that moment, you know without a doubt that it's true. He smiles, lips curving into a lazy grin as he responds, "I love you too."

As if the words themselves are a catalyst, your clothes seem to melt away, and you find yourself lying naked beneath him, bodies entwined. The air is heavy with the scent of the pine Christmas tree and desire, and the only noise that fills your ears is the rhythmic sound of your hearts beating in perfect unison.

With a soft groan, he presses the length of his erection against your entrance, and you feel the hot, thick head of him press into you. You gasp, arching your back as he slowly begins to push inside. He fills you slowly, inch by excruciatingly perfect inch, and when he's finally buried deep inside you, you feel complete.

His hips begin to move, and you throw your head back, moaning as he starts to thrust. The sensation of being so intimately connected to him is overwhelming, and you feel your orgasm building quickly.

"Franklin..." you breathe, your voice shaking with the effort to hold back the release. "Oh god, I'm going to..." Your words are cut off by a sharp cry as your body is wracked by an intense shock, your muscles tensing and your nails digging into his skin. He follows soon after, his thrusts growing frantic as he releases himself deep inside you.

As your breathing begins to steady, he rolls to the side, pulling you into his embrace. You feel his hot breath against your ear as he whispers, "I love you, baby. I love you so much." And in that moment, you know that this is real. This is forever.

Your heart feels lighter than air, and the warmth from his body seems to spread through your entire being. You lie there, content and at peace, feeling the rhythm of his heart against your chest. He nuzzles his face into your hair, kissing your neck and shoulders, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

“So,-..” you sigh softly, looking up at him with the faintest hint of a teasing grin, “What’d you get me for Christmas?”

“Oh my god! You’re ridiculous. Hang on!” Franklin chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and stumbling to pull up his pants before scurrying off to the bedroom.

And you can’t help but laugh as you watch the love of your life stumbling downstairs with his pants halfway off his hips.

This Christmas had been hectic, and more than agonizing in your endeavor to find the perfect gift. But seeing the smile and excitement on Franklin’s face had proved to be more perfect than any gift.

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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hi :D let me ask you : would you consider writing a (any bucky)bucky x reader that the reader is a virgin and like with size kink and corruption kink and innocence kink you know ? maybe a bit of possessiveness?? —i never had my first kiss even tho i’m 24 and like i am having a hard time finding a fic that fits that ? so i was just wondering pls feel free to ignore this thank u

If I Stay

Pairing: Bucky x reader (virgin!reader)

Word Count: 3,017

Summary: You and Bucky have been seeing each other for a while and he's been more than happy to take it slow but tonight you're ready for more.

Author's Note: Thanks a bunch for this request anon! I wish I could give you this Bucky! I hope you enjoy this and your day! Hugs! ❤️ PS: I wish my first time was like this and I wish it was with Bucky beacuse he's literally perfect and I know that most people's first time is not this good- I wish it was for all of us- but Bucky is my favorite fictional perfect man and therefore if he was your first time it would be perfect. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love🥰

Warnings: dom/sub vibes, teasing, light dirty talk, praise kink, Bucky loves that he's your first, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), cursing, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Gif not mine: Credit goes to @zacharylevis

“Thanks for walking me home Bucky.”

Your nervous hands fumble with your bag as you try to search for your keys, his intense stare sending a wave of heat over your skin.

He smiles. A lopsided grin that spreads his plump lips and crinkles the corners of his eyes before he steps into your space. Your back presses against the door and his chest brushes yours.

“Of course, doll face,” he hums. “Thanks for lettin’ me take ya out again.”

His metal hand rests above your head and along the doorframe while the other reaches up to gently cup your cheek. He leans in and you close your eyes, your breath caught in your throat. With a soft press of his lips, he kisses the corner of your mouth and you feel a slight tinge of disappointment.

Your eyes open as he pulls back and his expression sharpens at whatever he sees in your gaze.

“Fuck baby girl,” he hisses. “Tell me what you want.”

It takes you a moment to find your voice but when you do you boldly slide your fingers along his jacket, grabbing the open ends tugging him closer.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, dropping your eyes to his lips.

Before you can register his movements he has one large hand wrapped around the nape of your neck and the other grazing along your waist. His lips cover yours and you drop your bag, a breathy moan leaving the back of your throat.

His hand tightens at the back of your neck and he groans, his kiss growing more intense and demanding. When you feel the hardness of his cock press against your stomach you whimper and grind your hips.

He breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His own are dark, his lashes lowered and his lips parted with his heavy breathing.

You feel two of his fingers slip under the hem of your dress and then he freezes. Desire and something else wars in his expression and then his hand drops to his side and he leans his forehead to yours. His hand closes around your waist and he tightens his grip.

“Bucky?” you squeak.

His eyes lift and he takes a small step back.

“I’m a gentleman,” he says with a wry smile.

“I know,” you answer breathlessly.

His gaze washes over you and his face has a pained look as he runs a hand through his already mussed hair.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “I need to leave.”

He leans in for a quick and sweet kiss but you grab his arm before he can turn away.

“Wait. Don’t,” you plead weakly.

He stares at you, his metal fingers twitching at his side.

You swallow hard before whispering, “I want you to come in.”

He fills your space once again, his whole body lined up with yours as he takes your chin between his fingers and holds you there.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “I won’t do…”

You cut him off. “I’m sure. So sure.”

He releases you so you can unlock the door. When you get inside you drop your purse and walk into the kitchen, the feel of his heated gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do you want anything?” you ask, leaning against the counter for support.

“Just you,” he answers with a smirk.

He stalks toward you with purposeful steps.

“I want you Bucky. All of you.”

He drags you into his chest, dipping his head and ghosting his lips over yours.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “I’m gonna make you feel so good doll but you need to tell me if anything is too much, ok?”

“Ok,” you whisper.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks at the gentle press of his lips.

“No,” you breath against his mouth.

“And now?” he asks as his warm breath trails along your jaw and he kisses the spot just below your ear.

You shake your head no and he pauses.

“Use your words for me baby girl.”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” you gasp.

This time he doesn’t hesitate as he slides his fingers slowly up your thigh. When he reaches the lace at your hip he dips his finger inside and runs it along the material, teasing the outline. He grabs your waist and lifts you onto the counter, spreading your legs and taking your face in his hands.

His nose gently bumps yours as he tilts his head and kisses you, soft at first but when you reach your hand down and palm his cock he growls deep and slides his tongue between your lips.

He toys with the strap of your dress, his fingertips feather light as he pushes it off your shoulder. He releases your mouth and his lips trail down your neck as he removes the other strap and lets your dress fall down to expose the swell of your breasts.

“Please Bucky,” you whine.

“Please what?” he simpers. “What did I tell you about using your words?”

Your lashes lower and you worry your lip between your teeth.

“I want you to touch me.”

His eyes settle on yours, dark with desire but also a softness that steals your breath and when his hand cradles your cheek and he pulls you in for a kiss you melt against him. His long fingers fall to your chest and he massages your breast, pulling down the cup of your bra to carefully pinch your nipple.

You gasp into his mouth, your hips thrusting forward at the contact. His head drops and he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before rolling his tongue around the hardened nub. You drag your nails through his hair and pull hard, loving the way he moans against your skin.

His lips kiss a warm and wet path back up to yours as his hand slides lower and his finger brushes over your panties. The fabric is soaked and sticking to your skin.

“So wet for me. Such a good girl,” he croons.

You rub yourself along his finger, whining his name. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for another kiss, sliding the lace to the side and softly teasing his finger along your folds. Your body trembles and he pulls away just enough to look you in the eyes, the grip he has around your neck tight enough to keep you from looking away.

He watches you as he slowly pushes one finger inside. Your body tenses as your eyes begin to flutter closed.

“You’re doing so good for me baby girl. So perfect,” he praises.

“Oh god,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He drops one hand to your thigh, caressing your skin while he pushes your legs open wider. He pumps his finger in and out, his breath coming in short pants.

“More. Please I want more,” you cry out.

His lips move down your neck as he cranes it back, sucking along the soft skin until he reaches your pulse point. A second finger teases your entrance, his movements delicate and slow as he pushes it inside you.

You drop your hands to the counter, gripping the edge so hard your knuckles turn white as your head falls back.

“Talk to me angel. Tell me what feels good.”

“Slow,” you breathe out, rocking your hips onto his hand.

He slowly pulls both fingers out, the motion languid even as he pushes them back in, going deeper.

“Do you touch yourself?” he asks, looking down between your bodies as his fingers pump in and out.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“Show me,” he demands.

Your eyes widen and you drop your chin slightly. The hold he has on your hip loosens and he takes your face in his hand, lifting your gaze.

Your hand moves tentatively across your stomach and settles at the apex of your thighs before stopping. His fingers still and you let out a whine.

He gives you a small smirk and waits.

You let out a shaky breath and press your finger to your clit, circling the swollen nub.

“That’s it baby girl. Fuck,” he hums. “Is that what you like?”

You try to squeeze your legs together but he holds them open, his fingers now moving faster. He brushes your hand away and presses his thumb to your clit, repeating your motions until you’re writhing on the counter and clenching around his fingers.

With a chant of his name, you fall apart against his shoulder, your toes curled and your entire body trembling.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So beautiful. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”

He softly kisses your forehead, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks and tracing your lips. His hands fall away and he kneels, keeping his eyes on you as he drags your panties down your legs. His lips trail up your calf until he reaches your inner thigh and he brushes his nose along your slit. He inhales, humming appreciatively before dipping his tongue inside you.

Your fingernails drag over his scalp and you grab hold of his hair, pulling his face closer. He slides his tongue up to your clit and gently sucks, making your hips buck onto his face.

“Buckyyyy,” you whimper. “Ohhh my god. Do it again.”

“There’s my good girl,” he sings before he takes your clit between his lips.

He alternates between sucking your clit and sliding his tongue through your folds and it’s enough to have your stomach tightening.

“I want your fingers again,” you mewl…pausing with a deep breath. “Your metal fingers.”

You feel his smile as he slides his left hand along your thigh, the metal a cool contrast to your heated skin. He slowly pushes one inside you and you gasp his name.

“More,” you beg.

He growls as he slides a second finger inside you, dragging out the motion with his mouth still wrapped around your clit. The sounds that fall from your open mouth only urge him on as he devours you with fervor.

“Are you going to cum for me again doll?”

His tongue flicks over your clit and he curls his fingers slightly.

“I want to you to cum on my tongue baby girl. Let me taste you.”

Your eyes screw shut and you thrust your hips onto his face and fingers, riding both until you can finally see straight again. He gently teases your clit, kissing and sucking while his fingers still move slowly in and out.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, giving you one last lick before he pulls his fingers free and stands. “Did so good for me doll.”

His lips meet yours, his tongue coated with your juices so you taste yourself.

“See how sweet you taste?” he hums when he pulls away.

Your cheeks are flushed and you lick your lips, giving him a coy look.

“What if I want to taste you now?” you muse.

The muscles along his jaw clench tightly and your lips lift into a small smile.

“As much as I want my cock in this pretty mouth it’ll have to wait doll. Tonight, is about you.”

“But why can’t I just have a little taste first. I want to know what you like too,” you whine.

“Fuck,” he grits out, closing his eyes and burying his face in your neck.

He peppers kisses up to your ear before pulling the soft lobe between his teeth. You arch into him and whimper.

“You can’t because I said so,” he murmurs.

With no room left for argument you let out a little huff but concede, scraping your nails down his neck and holding him to you.

“Are you going to fuck me then?” you sass.

“So good,” he whispers into your skin.

He lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom, gently laying you across the bed. He’s still fully clothed so when you sit up and push the jacket from his shoulders he doesn’t protest. It falls to the floor in a heap and you grab his shirt, pulling at the tight material until it joins his jacket.

Your fingers trace the chain of his dog tags before following the dark trail of hair under his belly button and reaching his jeans. You pop open the button and slowly pull the zipper down, moaning when you reveal his boxers and his hard cock pressed tight against the pulled fabric.

“Oh my,” you whisper, panting as he slides his jeans over his thick thighs and kicks them off. “Do you think it will…? You’re so big.”

He chuckles as he watches you, your eyes still trained on his cock.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me baby girl and remember we can always stop if it’s too much,” he says softly.

You reach out for him, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. You pull him closer and trail soft kisses down his chest and stomach. With deliberate movements you slide his boxers down, breathless when his cock springs free and rests against his abs.

“Bucky…” you moan, wetting your lips.

He wraps his metal fingers around his cock, slowly stroking the length as he kneels on the bed. You lean back on your elbows and squeal when he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it free of your body. Your legs fall open invitingly and he settles between them, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra.

His hand closes around your breast and he kneads the soft flesh, his mouth lavishing kisses along your jaw and neck. He rocks his hips, positioning himself between your folds and sliding his cock through your wetness.

He continues rocking his hips, gently at first but the more you moan his name, your nails scratching down his back he moves faster.

“Fuck doll. Feel what you do to me? I’m ready to cum and I’m not even inside you yet,” he hisses.

His hand moves from your breast, caressing your stomach until he reaches your thigh and pushes it down to the bed, leaving you wide open for him. He takes his cock in his hand and teases your entrance, pushing in only a little.

“So good baby girl, such a good girl for me,” he purrs. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”

He pushes in a little more and your eyelashes flutter closed, kissing your cheeks.

“Don’t angel,” he pleas. “Open them. Let me see how good I make you feel.”

Your eyes open and he holds your gaze, his metal hand grazing along your collarbone as he pushes in more. You suck in a breath, the burn of the stretch making you wince.

He immediately pulls out and kisses you, whispering sweet words of praise.

“Nice and slow doll. You’re so tight,” he murmurs, pushing in again.

You whimper his name, your pussy clenching as he goes deeper.

“That’s it doll. Taking my cock so well.”

With languid thrusts he fills you up, inch by inch until you’re stretched around him and the pleasure overwhelms any discomfort. He doesn’t move and every time you squeeze his cock he throbs inside you and mutters a curse.

“You feel incredible. Can I…?”

“Yes Bucky, God yes, please fuck me.”

His metal fingers ghost along the base of your throat and you grab his wrist, pushing it higher until his hand closes around the delicate column. He pulls out, pushing slowly back in at the same moment his hand tightens at your throat.

“Fucking hell,” he croons, rocking his hips again.

“Yes Bucky, just like that. Please don’t stop.”

“Look at you baby girl. Fuck. I love watching my cock disappear into this perfect, tight pussy,” he praises when lifts his torso to look between your bodies.

You gracefully accept his praise, reveling in his sweet words and the look of awe on his face.

He starts to move his hips faster, releasing your throat and sliding his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in just the right way.

“Oh my god,” you cry out, your thighs squeezing his waist.

“That’s it angel, squeeze my cock. Soak it. I want to feel you cum.”

His words send you over the edge and your release hits you like a wave, your body quivering as it as it pulses through you.

“Fuck baby girl. You feel so good, so perfect. You’re gonna make me cum.”

You feel him spill inside you, the pulse of his cock dragging out your pleasure. He sags on top of you, supporting his weight with one hand while the other softly strokes your sweaty skin.

You sigh with contentedness, your body completely pliant under his as your fingers card through his tussled hair.

“You did amazing doll. You’re such a good girl for me.”

He kisses you sweet and slow, savoring every touch of your lips.

“I can’t wait to do that again,” you giggle.

He throbs inside you, your breathy moan making his cock twitch and his hips grind against you.

“Fuck, I love all those sounds you make.”

He does it again and you whimper, meeting the next thrust of his hips.

“We can do this all night if you want baby girl but I need to take care of you first,” he says softly, lifting your hand to his mouth to kiss your palm. “Stay right here and I’ll get a warm cloth and clean you up.”

He pulls out slowly and you whine at the loss of him but your body is too sated to do much and you try to wait patiently until he returns. The warm cloth feels nice against your skin and his touch is gentle.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, dipping his head to shower kisses along your inner thighs. “Let’s get some rest so you’ll be ready to sit on my face and ride my cock later.”

You rub your thighs together at the thought, your body tingling but your eyes drooping as you slip into a blissful rest in his arms.

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s0ft-d3cay · 6 days

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Worrying Thoughts of You

Mike Schmidt x Male Reader | I don't know if you're all seeing the pattern, but I need cuddles with a pretty boy. Side note, I have a cute fun fic with this adorable doe eyed man coming up soon as well as a new charater! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!!!

Warnings: reverse comfort, established relationship, they cuddle, reader is eepy(me), mentions of being overworked, light mentions of longing and loneliness, they worry for each other, mentions of knowing each other during childhood, Y/N is used

WC: 695

Mike, still wide awake in bed staring up at his Nebraska poster. Another late night for his partner Y/N, his was often more demanding than Mike’s security guard shifts. Sighing he turns to his digital clock, 4:14am, reflected back in thin green lines. A chill of unease runs through the man, the unease soon morphs to dread for his partner, Mike cuddles to his pillow as he awaits for Y/N.

Exhaustion claws it way through Y/N as he parked his car outside Mike’s house, eyes barley staying open as he gets out and walks to the front door. Quietly opening the door, sneaking his way to his boyfriend's room. The man’s tired eyes flash over Mike as he enters, seeing him awake and waiting for him. Y/N’s gaze glosses over in guilt and worry.

"Y/N?" The doe eyed man mumbles out, sitting up in bed. Wordlessly, Y/N takes his shoes off and climbs over the covers. Laying between Mikes leg as he cuddles his torso, arms around the man’s back, nuzzling his cheek to his sternum. Mike’s arm instinctively hold his boyfriend closer to himself, his other moving his hand up to play with the other man’s hair. Y/N visibly relaxes, his heavy eyelids closed before he answers back. "I think I might need some early morning cuddles for a while."

"You can have all the cuddles you want, just rest baby." Mike softly replied, watching Y/N with a loving gaze. His earlier worry now replaced with familiarity and warmth, that buzz of silence he always found comforting in. The man below him hums back in acknowledgment.

"I don’t think I have the energy to even joke back right now…but I have one last question for you before we both pass out." He utters in a low, sleepy tone, almost a whisper it's so quiet. Mike pulls the man closer at his request, his own voice mirroring his boyfriends. "And what would that be?"

"Why are you still awake right now?" Y/N gently asked, the words warm like coffee. No accusatory or worry filled, instead it was in genuine curiosity for the man. Mike knew without his boyfriend they’d both be getting no sleep. Selfishly he wanted to brush off the question as sleep, Y/N’s hair made him think otherwise. The unique feeling had a way of softening him up.

"Worrying about you…I can’t just lay here and sleep knowing you out and working yourself to the ground. And I…can’t sleep without you." He answers in a hush, leaning back against his pillow. "So do you…" Y/N replied, a tired giggle following suit as he continued.

"I know you worry about everything else except yourself. You need some of that worry too, can’t be strong for other people when you’re exhausting yourself." The man’s arms tightened around Mike’s body as he nuzzled his cheek to the other man’s stomach. At the mention of his own exhaustion, Mike’s eyes began to flutter closed his lips softly grow to a bashful smile. His breaths growing deeper and steady as he lets himself embrace the edges of sleep.

His hand playing with Y/N’s hair slows, he whispers back. "What did I do to deserve someone like you?" That question makes Y/N grin, indulging the pleasant warmth between the two. Allowing the sentimental moment to linger before his drowsy brain responses for him. "You were nice to me and gave me snacks when we were kids. And like an outdoor cat, I always come back for food…and those amazing head scratches."

Rumbles of giggles make their way out of Mike, the image of Y/N as a cat now permanently stuck in his mind, his smile now widening. “Ah, so you came back here because you needed someone to look after, spoil you with snacks, and baby you in bed?” He questions in his slurry whisper.

“The babying and spoiling are an added bonus…and I may have grown to start liking your presence at some point.” Y/N answers, adding a little heartfelt confession as he drifts to unconsciousness. “I also might have grown to like your presence around here too…a lot.” Mike says, following his boyfriend to a peaceful sleep.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

#male reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #fnaf x male reader #mike schmidt x male reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x you #Seraphimsbrainwritings

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f0point5 · 29 days

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controversial: Antonelli is overrated and nowhere near as good as Max is. everyone keeps sayin "yo, he's Verstappen re-born"... guys. this boy was held by hand by Toto Wolff since karting and his way to Formulas was cleaned from any stick or stone so he wouldn't God forbid stumble. Max had to fight it hard way, plus his dad obviously didn't make it any easier (not saying I hate Jos for that, I just don't agree with his parenting style). if Antonelli comes the next year to Merc because TW is so desperate to show everyone that he no longer cares he lost Max cause he made his own, the performance expectations from Antonelli will be so high that him being freshly eighteen, growing up in the pressure of social media... it will destroy him. this is the example of not rushing things otherwise you can damage them before they could show their full potential.

Well. WELL.

He is obviously nowhere near the level Max is now, but when Max entered F1? Idk, probably not, but also, you don’t have to drive like Max to be a phenom. Max was 1 in a million and maybe this kid isn’t as immediately polished, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the stuff to be an incredible driver.

I don’t know about Kimi’s karting record but by all accounts is extraordinary. No, he’s not setting the world alight in f2 but having watched some f2 this year I’m not about to base all my opinions on that.

It depends what you mean by Max didn’t have it easy. He didn’t have barriers to entry to the sport, he didn’t have parents who wanted anything different for him, he didn’t have parents who weren’t committed enough to drive him around Europe. He had a team of people around him from day 1 who grafted like hell for him and made sure he was not a victim of snake oil salesmen and people who wanted to make money off him or would have pushed him around. So no I’m not saying he had it easy from a personal development side but he did get to make racing his whole life from a very young age, and he had people around him who only had his best interests at heart. Not everyone has that. I can only hope Kimi has the same strong unit around him.

From what I understand, Max advanced as quickly as he did because however much he needed to do to win, Jos was pushing him ten steps further. Max learnt to ignore the noise because Jos was making most of it. It seems that Kimi has grown up differently. But let’s not forget that Kimi’s dad is also a racer, it’s not like he’s just been catapulted into the sport straight from Toto’s laboratory.

I don’t think having had Toto’s support and not having been forged in hellfire means his success or talent isn’t valid.

That being said, I do hope he has a good support network and they insulate him from the media chatter as much as possible. Because yes that will ruin him very quickly.

I think more than anything what will ruin him is not going to F1 too early, but going to the wrong team. I think those with talent will swim, because at the end of the day with enough testing you can learn how to drive the car and if you’re talented and you’re fast you’ll be fine. But what you don’t want is an 18 year old kid being pushed and pulled from pillar to post by a TP who expects a well rounded driver from day 1, and who will allow the kid to be brow beat by overzealous stewards and bullied by other drivers in track. Imo Toto will not stand up for a young driver in the way he will need to and that is what will damage a kid’s confidence and career prospects. So yeah, there’s an argument for leaving him in F2 until he’s had long enough to not make the mistakes that come with being an inexperienced driver. But I’m not sure if any amount of F2 can really prepare you, look at Logan (I could go on because my beef with f2 is REAL).

All this to say, I don’t know if he’s overrated. I think the comparison to Max is not helping him but it also doesn’t invalidate his potential. Max has really fucked the curve for young drivers I think. But I do think that the worry about ruining him is a bit uncharitable the way it’s often presented, especially in a climate where the fear around young drivers is really causing a bottleneck getting into F1. I think the right team wouldn’t ruin a real talent. I don’t think Merc is the right team but that’s just me.

#f1 #formula 1 #max verstappen #kimi antonelli #f2

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How about a Shou-nya fic, where the reader is having a movie night with izuku and eri, and shouta comes back from the grocery store(he went to buy the apple cookies/candies that eri loves) with another hybrid under his arms, and is like, "meet my son, Hitoshi-" ✨️[ while reading the last one, I thought Eri's brother would be Shinso, was quite surprised to find Izuku as the brother instead. I love izuku but, I need my purple head son in the scene.😭]

sorry this took ages, been working on kinktober chcbrjcj but i wrote it all at once so have at it <3

“do you think unicorns exist in other worlds, maybe?” eri asks quietly, curled up against your belly and chest on the big couch while hugging her tail and gazing at the brightly flashing lights from the tv screen as the object in question quietly walked through the woods. rubbing her ears gently and drawing a stuttery purr ( she was still learning! ) you chuckle softly.

“i don’t see why not,” you reply gently, and she giggles excitedly.

“i hope i have one in another world, they’re so pretty,” she sighs, her eyes drooping a little as she grows more and more tired. her brother, curled up behind you, is already dozing and on the verge of sliding into a deeper sleep — something you wished eri could follow suit with when it came to bedtimes. that being said, you’d not regretted bringing the two home a single time, and they’d more than made a home for themselves in your and shouta’s hearts. shouta, despite trying to keep up the grumpy old man exterior you were so fond of, was obsessed with the two and hardly let them out of his sight. he had no problem with eri following him everywhere and demanding to be carried or izuku asking endless questions, no problem sharing his nap spots with them and making larger meals when it was his turn to cook and sacrificing all of his personal time to pay attention to them. he was perfect — and while at first you’d worried that maybe he would grow tired of it after living such a quiet, lazy life, he’d shown too much mild-mannered excitement to really convince you that that had happened. he enjoyed the two living with you both, and you were more than happy with your decision once the misunderstanding he had initially had had cleared up.

eri yawns hard and nuzzles into you, seeking out the natural warmth your body would provide her despite the many blankets you and shouta kept on the couch for the two kittens to roll around on and nest in. as she begins to fall asleep, you sneakily take your cellphone and begin searching amazon for the best unicorn plushies you can find, knowing exactly what the little girl would like best after the last year and a half with her. she’d say she liked anything you got her, but she’d be especially obsessed if the toy’s mane was light blue, and that’s what you would find her. while searching, you glance at the time and nibble at your lip nervously.

shouta should have been home at least two hours ago.

you’d trusted him to go out and get some snacks for the four of you as well as pick up the food you’d ordered for dinner; while you’d both been cooking more at home with two little mouths to feed, tonight was friday, and the two always got to pick on fridays whether they wanted to order out or cook at home. he’d gone out at a little past five and should have been back around six or six-thirty, but it was almost eight and you were getting nervous and the kids were getting hungry, so you made them both popcorn and put on a couple movies.

what could have happened? it wasn’t abnormal for families to have hybrids do some chores, not since they’d gained a few more freedoms in 2019, so no one would question shouta being there or give him a hard time over it — and same with the fast food place. he had his identification card with all of your info and his on it, he had more than enough money for everything, he was fully clothed and spoke well, so he should have been home with no issues — and yet here you were, and here he was not.

you were almost ready to wake izuku and tell him to keep an eye on his sister while you went out to look for shouta ( although in a way that wouldn’t worry the two ) when you hear the door unlock and open. the smell of the food you’d ordered slowly begins to enter the house, and a gruff, “‘m home,” from shouta in the entry hall makes you relax.

“if you ever go that long without updating me when you’re gonna run late, i’m gonna kick your ass,” you sigh, knowing he can hear you. you hear him chuckle lightly in the kitchen, and you roll your eyes as eri and izuku both start to stir from the smell of food hitting them.

blinking awake tiredly, eri’s eyes brighten when the smell fully reaches her. “food!” she squeaks excitedly, wiggling out of your grip. “and sho! food ‘nd sho!”

izuku also abandons you on the couch with an excited noise, and you sigh through a smile before following their swinging tails to the kitchen where you could hear shouta unpacking everything. the slightly scared gasp that follows eri when she reaches the door to the kitchen, however, has you on alert and you rush over, scooping her up into your arms where she clings to you.

“i have acquired a child,” you hear shouta rumble, and you let out a disbelieving noise.

“shouta, what the fuck does that mean?!” you ask wildly, and you peer into the kitchen only for your eyes to widen.

behind shouta was a purple-haired kitten that looked to be around izuku’s age, and he looked absolutely terrified. of what, you were unsure, but hopefully you could help him — shouta wouldn’t bring him home without such an intent in mind.

“he’s purple,” eri whispers from her place in your arms, and you nod slightly.

“yes… he is…” you answer slowly, never taking your eyes off of him. izuku moves to go in, and the other boy lets out a frightened hiss, his own fluffy tail shooting up and izuku racing to move behind you. never tearing your eyes from the new boy, you notice how he does the same with shouta, his little fluffy head peeking out from behind the eldest hybrid, and your heart aches.

god, he’s a mess. sticks and debris in his hair, cuts and scrapes and dirt all over, no shoes and shredded old clothes — he had to be a stray of some kind.

“he’s ours now,” shouta says simply, returning to unbagging the food. there’s extra there, likely for the new kitten he’s brought home, and you watch as he flicks the boy in the face with his thick tail and the kittenboy relaxes a little before making your way into the kitchen as well. he puffs up again, eyes filling with slight panic, but you pay it no mind and sit eri on her chair before coaxing her brother into the kitchen as well.

“come on, izuku, it’s time to eat,” you say softly, but he’s too busy glancing worriedly between the boy and his chair to do so.

“he won’t do anything, kit,” shouta rumbles lowly, “y’just startled him — come eat your dinner. i know you’re hungry.”

“i am!” eri squeals excitedly, kicking her legs in her chair and grinning when shouta gives her her plate. she starts eating immediately and wiggles happily in her seat.

izuku, trusting shouta implicitly, quietly squeezes into the kitchen and into his seat, thanking shouta softly when given his own plate and receiving a nod in return. he starts eating as well, and your eyes lock with shouta’s and he asks you a silent question that you answer with a glance to the kitten hybrid behind him ( who’s looking at the other children eating with confusion ), and he sets to making the young boy his own plate as well.

“here,” he grunts, “eat up.”

the boy is quiet for a long time, staring wistfully at the food but avoiding it as if it were a trap. “they haven’t eaten yet,” he mumbles, glancing at you as he says it, and you and shouta share another look before you take the plate from shouta’s hands and gently set it on the table in front of the boy, not wanting to startle him.

“you can eat before me, sweetheart,” you say softly, your voice kind. “no one will be angry with you.”

“but — but humans are supposed to eat first!” he argues quietly, as if the thought of him eating before a human was absurd, before he realizes what he’d done and cowers back a little. “i’m sorry-!”

you swallow hard. god, you and shouta were gonna be in for it with this one.

“eat dinner, sweet boy,” you say softly, trying your best to coax him back to you. “we all eat together here — eri and izuku are just really hungry, that’s why they’re eating already.”

“yeah, we waited forever!” eri says brightly through a mouthful of rice.

“don’t talk with your mouth full,” shouta scolds gently, and she giggles around it and goes back to eating happily. you move to stand beside him and begin taking out the groceries to put them away, and when you turn your back to put up some ice cream you’re pleased to hear a chair scoot a little and someone quietly begin eating. you know it’s the boy when shouta quietly prises him, and when you turn around and see him wolfing down the food, you sigh.

it was going to be a long night for you two, it seemed.

#shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x you #aizawa shouta x you #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #shou_nya.♡#shouta.♡#if u want a continuation of shinsou content just ask <33

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Soft and As Pure As Snow

Thirteenth Doctor x Yasmin Khan

Word Count: 2.9k (insane)

Fandom: Doctor Who

Song Inspiration: Would That I by Hozier

Summary: The Doctor and Yaz travel to the final Frost Fair of 1814, with a couple of inconvenient tag-alongs.

a/n: Apologies to all for the desperate attempt at fluff, but I hope you enjoyed it, and that all of the Thasmin shippers get some well-deserved recognition here. Now I go back to hibernating and not writing for another six months. Special thanks to my dear friend Heidi for proofreading this within twelve hours of completion (the dedication!), and to @vorsdany, my best friend and writing inspiration, for encouraging me and providing prompts for me to write this.

It wasn’t often that the Doctor had time off from saving the universe throughout time and space, and she was going to make the most of it. Whether she’d admit it to herself (or to anyone) or not, her first thought was to take Yaz on a trip somewhere special, somewhere she reserved only for very important companions. The problem, however, was not convincing Yaz to come along, but to make sure it was only Yaz.

“What, do we only get to come along when we’re doing your dirty work?” Graham folded his arms in a dramatic display of indignance. “That ain’t fair, how come only Yaz gets to come along?”

“Maybe the Doctor’s just in the mood for a girls’ trip,” Yaz suggested, and the Doctor smiled at this upstanding gesture.

“Well, isn’t that sexist,” Ryan chuckled. The Doctor knew he was only kidding, but she was growing more frustrated by the second.

The four of them were seated around Yaz’s family flat, with Yaz’s family away for the week. The Doctor couldn’t have been more pleased with how everything was lining up, but Ryan and Graham were about to ruin everything.

“Listen, fam-”

“I thought I told you I wasn’t too fond of that term?” Graham grunted, instigating an eyeroll and small smile from Yaz.

The Doctor gave a small sigh of exasperation. “I love all of you equally, but I don’t think you’d be keen on this particular spot I’m taking Yaz to. It’s just not that...interesting.”

“Well, what is it then?” Ryan asked.

“Just the Frost Fair of 1814.” She glanced around the room as she half-mumbled the words, trying to come off as nonchalant as possible.

“Yo, does that mean ice skating?!” Ryan sat bolt upright, a grin spreading across his face. “Not that interesting. What are you on, mate?”

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t that be difficult with your dyspraxia?” She wasn’t one to practice ableism, but her desperation had her grasping at straws.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t give it a shot,” Ryan protested, standing up from his seat. “I’ve been learning to ride my bike, haven’t I? I’ve climbed huge ladders, I’ve faced robots and aliens, for crying out loud. I can at least have a go.”

The Doctor was bewildered. This was a burst of self-confidence from Ryan at a time that most inconvenienced her.

“Yeah, and don’t count me in as uninterested,” Graham joined in. “They’ve gotta have some bloody good shish chicken there, and I’d be keen to have a taste of 1814 gin. Not to mention, weren’t there sword swallowers there? I wanna figure out how they do it.”

The Doctor blinked, and Yaz voiced her exact thoughts. “Suddenly you know everything about the 1814 Frost Fair?”

Graham shrugged. “Well, you gotta do your research when you’re travelling with the Doctor.”

The Doctor couldn’t believe it. It was already impossible to have any alone time with Yaz on their journeys, but now, even in their free time, she couldn’t have one day to explore the feelings that had been growing in her chest with every passing moment.

Throwing up her hands in resignation, she raised her eyebrows and smiled tightly at the boys. “Fine, we’ll all go then.”

The two of them whooped and high-fived, and Yaz smiled knowingly at the Doctor; although, the Doctor didn’t think Yaz could possibly have understood her intentions. She wasn’t even exactly sure of her own feelings, and she certainly didn’t expect the young officer to reciprocate them.

The four clambered eagerly into the TARDIS, the Doctor dawdling behind with a slouch and a pout. She noticed Yaz watching her out of the corner of her eye but thought nothing of it as she made her way to the control console. Forcing herself to regain her focus, she began inputting coordinates, biting her lip lightly in concentration, and, in part, to force down her vexation.

“Oi, Graham,” Ryan said, a small smile playing across his lips. “What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowman?”

“What?”

“Frostbite.”

“That was a crime,” Graham groaned.

“That was pretty bad,” Yaz agreed.

“No, I’ll tell you a real good one,” Graham continued and Yaz sighed. “I thought it was going to be frosty, so I plugged my electric blanket in beside my toaster. I kept popping out of bed all night!”

“Not the time for jokes, fam.” the Doctor interrupted before the boys could continue their tirade. “Everyone hold on to something, I’m having to reason strongly with the TARDIS right now, and I can’t predict how she’ll react.”

“What’re you reasoning with it for?” Ryan asked, grabbing onto the nearest time rotor crystal, unsure of what exactly there was to hold on to.

“I’ll explain later,” the Doctor replied hastily, still irked by his and Graham’s presence, and her concentration fixated on preparing the TARDIS.

The TARDIS began its all-too-familiar whirring and vworping, and the Doctor allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. Humans may be difficult and inconvenient, but at least the TARDIS was constant and, while not always predictable, predictable in its unpredictability. She ran her hands over the console, soaking in its mechanical warmth and finding grips as the ship began to take off. She grinned in relief as she sensed the vortex energy giving in, and widened her stance in preparation.

After a short, bumpy flight, the four of them released their holds, and the companions turned to the Doctor for guidance.

“Doctor,” Yaz murmured, approaching the blonde with her hands folded. “This is 1814, yeah?”

“Yes, yes, it is.”

“What are we gonna do about, um...” Yaz trailed off, unsure of how to address the subject, but instead gesturing to her face in a circling motion, and then Ryan’s.

The Doctor bit her lip in acknowledgement. “Don’t worry, I’d thought of that, this ain’t my first rodeo with the terrible man-made creation of racism. Unfortunately, I can’t do much to protect you two, but I’ve got a closet full of clothes to dress you up, and you’ve got me to protect you every step of the way.”

“And me,” Graham butted in, puffing his chest proudly. “I’ll protect you with my life.”

“No offense, Graham, but I feel much safer with the Doctor,” Ryan replied, earning an indignant pout from his grandfather.

“If you want to find the wardrobe, just head down that corridor,” the Doctor continued. “It’s the first door on the left, then the second right, duck under the stairs, go past the bins, and it’s through the fifth door on the left.”

Ryan blinked, Graham raised an eyebrow, and Yaz bit her lip to hold in a chuckle. The Doctor sighed in amusement and waved a hand towards herself. “I’ll just show you the way, eh?”

Once the four of them had decked themselves out in 19th-century-style clothing, they returned to the control room, Graham visibly uncomfortable in his tight waistcoat and tailcoat.

“Glad we evolved from this uptight garb,” he mumbled grumpily as the Doctor opened the TARDIS door, allowing a blast of cold air to rush into the room, blowing Ryan’s top hat off. The four of them stumbled back a little, before peeking out into a world of white. Snowflakes drifted lazily around them as figures, young and old, wandered up and down the frozen River Thames, barely any unsmiling faces to be seen.

“Doctor, this is beautiful,” Yaz murmured, taking in the view, her mouth slightly agape. Despite having seen countless regions of space and lands she’d never anticipated seeing in her lifetime, this winter wonderland was still enough to leave her almost speechless.

The Doctor couldn’t help but smile to see her eyes so full of fascination, but after allowing herself only a moment of adoration, she dragged herself back into the present. “If I’ve calculated the coordinates correctly, we can’t possibly collide with one of my previous incarnations,” she said. “Ten points if you counted how many c words I said in that sentence.”

Ryan choked on a short laugh, but Yaz raised her eyebrows. “You’ve been here before, Doctor?”

“Oh, yes, few times,” the Time Lord replied. “I took another companion, Mai, ice skating, three generations back; came here twice with two different friends in my last one; I even came here when I first ever started traveling; and finally, I took my, er, dear friend River here to hear Stevie Wonder sing under London Bridge.” She wasn’t quite ready to explain the nature of her relationship with River, especially not to Yaz. Not that she fully understood or acknowledged why it was so tricky to tell Yaz.

Yaz’s eyebrows shot up even farther. “So, this is quite a special place for you, Doc?” Graham said.

The Doctor kicked around at something at her feet, shrugging. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Yaz opened her mouth to say something, but Ryan interjected with, “Well, what are we all standing around for, come on now, let’s check it out!”

They headed out, the Doctor locking up the TARDIS, and the cold air swelled in their nostrils, their throats and their lungs. Wrapping herself up tighter in her coat, Yaz turned slowly as they walked toward the stalls, taking everything in.

Dim rays of sunlight glimpsed through the thick cloud coverage, and Union Jacks were draped from makeshift pubs and food stalls, some of them adorned with the red ensign, presumably to represent the boatmen who could no longer travel down the river.

Children chased each other across the ice, dodging and diving between traders and their customers. Small fires were lit near food tents, meat roasting on spits across them, the smell wafting through the chill and tantalizing her senses. The subtle scent of brandy mixed with it, as well as bitter hints of tobacco, but Yaz breathed it all in, grinning as she absorbed the final Frost Fair in all its grandeur.

It warmed the Doctor’s heart to see her dearest companion so happy; she didn’t even register her own smile growing as she watched her.

“Is that my shish chicken?!” Graham cried, turning to the Doctor helplessly. “You don’t happen to have a couple quid that’d work in this century, do ya, Doc?”

The Doctor turned to him, amused, and dug around in her pocket. “I always come prepared, Graham,” she replied, pulling out a few pounds and shillings. “Who am I to deprive you of your shish chicken? Share these with Ryan, and don’t spend it all in one place!”

“You got it, Doc, much obliged!” He sauntered over to a wide-eyed Ryan, hooking an arm around his and guiding him towards an aromatic tent, his face upturned to soak in the smells.

The Doctor couldn’t believe her luck. Maybe her plan wasn’t completely spoiled after all.

“So, how was it exactly, you got Stevie Wonder to sing in 1814 on the River Thames?”

The Doctor turned to see Yaz, her hands dug in her pockets and a small smirk playing across her lips.

“Well, I can’t spare all of the details on that,” she replied, “but let’s just say he was entirely unaware of any time travel.”

Yaz chuckled. “Isn’t that a little mean?”

The Doctor pursed her lips, considering this. “In hindsight, maybe, but no harm was really done. He got to visit an exciting point in history. He’ll just never know it.”

Rolling her eyes and grinning, Yaz copied Graham’s move and hooked an arm through the Doctor’s, making both of the Time Lord’s hearts skip a beat or two. “Show me around, Doctor, since you’re clearly so familiar with the place.”

Taking the opportunity with no hesitation, the Doctor led the way towards a wooden barricade, weaving deftly through the crowd while Yaz had no problem keeping up. She looked around keenly, before emitting a relieved ‘ah!’ and dragging Yaz to a small booth, pulling out more coins from her pocket with the other hand. Handing them to a short, bespectacled man who appeared to be running the stand, she grabbed two pairs of ice skates off the counter, handing one to Yaz. “Hopefully they fit alright!”

Yaz inspected the skates, the long metal blades sharp and shining, the boots made from starchy leather, unlike any she’d find in her own time. She looked up to see the Doctor hopping from one foot to another, trying to remove her shoes and replace them with the skates without having to sit down in the snow. She chuckled at the sight, and offered her arm to steady the struggling blonde. The Doctor took it gratefully, and once she’d donned the skates, offered her own for Yaz.

Tossing their regular boots to the side, they slipped through a gap in the barricade, where snow had been shovelled away to create a rink. Children, young and old couples, and solo skaters glided around the two of them as they struggled to gain their balance.

“How likely d’you think it is that our boots will be snatched up?” Yaz queried.

The Doctor shrugged, giving her a small apologetic smile. “Probably.”

Yaz shrugged back, and the two clasped hands and began moving slowly across the ice, their skates scraping viciously as they tried to create a rhythm.

“If you let go of my hand, I’ll kill you,” Yaz said, giggling.

“You would need to be able to skate on your own to catch me.”

Yaz’s jaw dropped in amused shock as the Doctor snatched her hand back, skating away at what she probably thought was a rapid pace. The two of them laughed as they began a clumsy game of cat and mouse, wobbling and trying unsuccessfully to maintain their footing.

Eventually, the Doctor made one false move, sending her foot flying out from beneath her, and she fell on her back with a small thud. Yaz, in a desperate attempt to stop herself from crashing into her crumpled form, felt her weight shift forward as she plummeted down. She threw her hands out just in time to catch herself, hovering mere millimetres above the Doctor’s panting form. Their eyes met, both at a loss for words as their shared body heat became overwhelming and Yaz struggled to keep herself up.

“Here, let me-” The Doctor gently pushed Yaz up from under her arms, sitting up as she did so. They shuffled themselves to the edge of the rink and sat back against the barricade, grinning shyly at each other, hoping the other skaters wouldn’t be inconvenienced by their respite.

“So, waddya think?” the Doctor asked, kicking at the ice timidly.

Yaz smiled. “No Stevie Wonder in sight, but this certainly is nice.”

The Doctor opened her mouth, then closed it. She wanted to say that Stevie Wonder was entirely unnecessary when Yaz’s presence was a delight enough for her; but there was no way to know she felt the same way. Unless-

“Doctor,” Yaz interrupted her thoughts; it was her turn now to kick nervously at the ice, her eyes drifting anywhere but towards the Time Lord’s familiar gaze. “You- you said you brought your dearest friends here, a- and you didn’t originally want Ryan and Graham coming along with us.”

The Doctor couldn’t look away from Yaz’s shivering form despite the confrontation in her tone. Something about her being so vulnerable, so comfortable with her, although nervous, made her even more beautiful in that moment. She bit her lip lightly as she shifted her weight, and Yaz finally turned and locked eyes with her.

“Is- is there something you want to talk about, Doctor?”

It was rare that the Doctor was at a loss for words, but in this moment, she had nothing but love in her hearts, and it was a difficult thing to speak into existence.

Instead, she reached a hand out to caress Yaz’s cheek, cupping it, holding her gaze, her face inching closer. She waited for her to pull away, to protest, but she didn’t; in fact, she seemed to be moving in in time with her.

“... You’re good to me, Yaz,” she murmured, before their lips met tenderly, and heat blossomed within her chest. Nothing had ever felt so long-awaited and so right, and as Yaz’s hand crept around the back of her neck, the fire inside of her blazed brighter.

Her lips were impossibly soft, and the Doctor’s hearts fluttered with every movement of their mouths, her hands near losing feeling with the bliss that overwhelmed her. It felt far too soon when they inevitably pulled away, hands lingering around each other’s necks.

The Doctor almost felt relieved to see the beaming smile on Yaz’s face, both of them slightly breathless, their eyes drifting back helplessly to the other’s lips.

“We should probably go find the others,” Yaz murmured, and the Doctor blinked, bringing herself back to earth.

“Of course, yeah,” she agreed hastily, worried that she’d somehow read it wrong. She scrambled to her feet, but Yaz pulled her back down to her level.

“We should absolutely revisit this later, though,” she whispered, “Doctor.” Pressing another chaste kiss to her lips, Yaz rose to her feet, using the Doctor’s arm as a brace before the besotted Time Lord could even process what just happened.

Much to their surprise, they found their boots exactly where they’d found them, and in no rush, they replaced their ice skates with them, eyes flitting back to each other, lips still tingling and embers still glowing in their breasts.

They returned the skates, smiling first at the bespectacled man and then at each other, as if they shared a scandalous secret. They wandered through the fair in search of their friends, the snow falling around them as they disappeared into the crowds, hand in hand.

#thasmin #thirteenth doctor #doctor who #yasmin khan #yaz khan #jodie whittaker #mandip gill #doctor who fic #doctor who fanfiction #i barely know these characters i have no business writing for them wtf is wrong with me

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chrisbbygyal · 1 year

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Tennesse Whiskey

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Black!reader

Warnings: Slight angst, future smut (Just not this part), Swearing, size kink??, 18+ minors dni

A/N: First fic, hope you guys like! I'm open to criticism and I kind of suck at writing so please let me know how I can improve! I wanted to have this up as soon as possible so Ya'll have something you can read.

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Word count: 2.5k

You were tired. Tired of everything around you, your miserable boyfriend who you knew was cheating on you but had no evidence of it. Well besides the lipgloss on his collared shirts and him coming home smelling like a cheap Bath and Body Works spray. You couldn’t exactly put your finger on it but you thought it was their Japanese Cherry Blossom scent. That old bitch. You thought to yourself, you never knew Jake to like older women. You huffed as you shut the engine of your Ford pickup off, it was cherry red and while it was an old car, it was your baby. The first car your grandparents gave you actually, right before you left to move to Jake’s hometown right in the middle of nowhere Georgia. You had a promising career before this, all of your family would constantly tell you, “Oh she’s going places,” “Her future's so bright.” and it was until you met Jake. You were bright eyed and bushy tailed when you met him and he just knew how to suck that joy and light right out of you. A neon sign flashed above your head. “3 Drunk Bears Pub,” you knew you had told Hursh to fix that sign but he never wanted to spend the money for it. ‘3 Drunk Bears’ was your current job and while it wasn’t what you wanted to do with your life, Hursh the owner understood your situation and immediately let you join the team after you told him you were saving enough up to move back to Washington state. So this was your life now, bartending at a small pub to leave your bum of a boyfriend behind. As you walked closer to the building you heard the music through the doors, it was smooth and mellow, the type of music you loved. Whoever was in control of the jukebox had good taste, you thought. The door chimed open and you were immediately greeted by Hursh standing behind the bar wiping the counter. Looking around you took notice that there were only a few customers tonight, which was odd since it was a Friday night before a big football game the next day. You walked around and pushed through the cafe door at the bottom of the counter.

“Y/N! How ya’ doin tonight honey bun?” his southern accent rang out. It made you smile wide. Even if your life was shit, Hursh and his family were a little bit of a light at the end of the tunnel.

“Hursh, I told you to stop calling me honey bun,” you warned playfully before smiling back, “I’m fine though! How’s Laurie and the little ones?” His face immediately lit up at the mention of his growing family. Laurie was his wife and they had 3 kids and one on the way. You always made fun of them because all of their children were under the age of 5. In fact when Laurie came by to tell you the news during a day shift your first response was to slap Hursh with a towel and yell “Stay off of her!” repeatedly until he slipped on the freshly mopped floor. Hursh’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“They’re fine! Laurie’s tired of being pregnant and my two youngest are learning their ABCs! My oldest is getting ready to start pre-k next fall!” You smiled in response and then his smile dropped, “Listen Y/N I- I know you hate working the bar and you have been the ONLY one working it these last few shifts, but I ain’t got no one else tonight. Y’know Curtis would pitch a fit, that asswipe, and you know the girl’s that wait tables don’t know how to do shit. I told Laurie about hiring them and she didn’t listen-”

“I’ll do it Hursh, it’s fine,” you interrupted, sighing. Hursh released a breath. He hugged you from the side and kissed your head.

“You are a doll honey bun! I owe you one!” he spoke before disappearing into the back door where the kitchen was. You grumbled to yourself about how much he would end up owing you.

You looked up to the digital clock in the back of the bar, 12:15 A.M, You rolled your eyes, the neon lights from the clock glared back at you. The bar was still dead besides the few regulars and a group of obnoxious guys in the corner who were off their ass. But there was someone in the far dark corner of the bar who was sitting quietly. He hadn’t ordered anything and he’d been here for over an hour at this point. Whoever it was, you could tell that he was big, but you just couldn’t see his face and it was consistently pointed downwards under a baseball cap he was sporting. Hursh poked his head out of the back, “Hey doll, a big bar got shut down in the city of downtown, expect a bunch of drunk college kids here soon. Also tell the people at the bar if they aren’t gonna order anything, they needa’ get lost. Remember, ya’ only get tips if they buy somethin’.” You rolled your eyes at him before making your way towards the man in the corner.

“Uh, excuse me sir, I don’t mean to be rude or anything but my boss said that if you aren’t gonna order something, I’ve got to ask you to leave,” You spoke trying to seem as tough as possible. The man lifted his head before reaching around and pulling off his baseball cap which let you get a good look at his face. He had a full beard that wrapped completely around his jaw and it was thick. His eyes were a stark blue and absolutely gorgeous, and his hair, oh his hair was amazing, thick and shaggy but perfect. Your breath caught in your throat as he smiled at you. Ari thought you were perfect, just the right size. He found your height so cute and he wouldn’t mind toting you around on his arm.

“That’s alright, I was just waitin’ on ya’ to make ya’ way over to me. Not from around here, not so sure how bars work in Georgia. I’ll have whiskey, straight please, sweet cheeks,” he spoke, his voice was like velvet and it made your knees wobble. You smiled tightly and nodded, you would’ve spoken back but you were nervous that your words would get stuck in your throat. You poured his drink before going back over to him and sliding it his way. “Thanks sweet cheeks. You’re gorgeous by the way, the name’s Ari. Ari Levinson.” You smiled awkwardly before responding.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” In order to avoid his blue eyes you looked down towards the counter and picked at the same stain that you had been trying to get off for the past two months. He smirked at that, automatically realizing his effect on you. The door chimed open and the whooping of college students filled the calm pub. While you were excited that you could finally leave the hot air that had crowded the two of you, college rushes almost guaranteed that you would basically be harassed by the horny college students.

“Aye sexy mama! Bring big daddy a beer!” you heard someone yell from the other side of the bar. Oh, you just knew that they were going to work your last nerve tonight and it was just 12.

Dipping into the cooler beneath the counter you grab a beer and walk to the other side of the bar before handing the man a drink with a tight-lipped smile and moving on to help the other customers.

Ari watched you float from one end to the bar to the other, occasionally looking in his direction. You knew he was watching you and it made Ari smile. He wanted you to know he wanted you. Ari watched your hips sway and took notice of how nice your ass looked in those black jeans. It almost made him groan out loud.

“Aye Sexy I need anotha’’ beer over here!” The same man from earlier shouted. This was his 4th beer and Ari was watching him closely. Everytime he asked for another beer, he would try to grab you or he would say something out of the way and it was pissing Ari off. He watched you visibly cringed as you walked the 4th beer over to the noticeably drunk college student. When you went to hand it to him, Ari had seen enough. The fucker had the nerve to grab your head and bring it to his mouth before kissing it. Ari knew it made you uncomfortable without even seeing your face, he just saw the subtle way your body tensed up and shuddered uncomfortably when the man stood up to whisper something in your ear. Ari threw the last bit of his whiskey back before slamming the cup down and making his way towards the man on the other end of the bar.

“Get your fucking hands off the pretty lady,” He stated calmly, looming over the man who just then noticed Ari’s presence. He let go of your hand and only then did Ari notice you rub the area where his grip was, even with your skin tone, it was beet red which made Ari snarl. The man looked up at Ari with a bored look.

“You must be the slut’s man,huh? Tell me something, is she as good in bed as she looks, I mean with that behind you must be putting in real wor-” The man was cut off when Ari grabbed his head and slammed him into the wooden bar. He made a garbled noise before Ari lifted his head back up and punched him twice before kicking him in the calf making his knees give out. You and the other patrons could only watch. Some of the college boys were yelling and the other customers watched with hands over their mouths, but no one dared to jump in. See, Ari was a large man, had to be at least 6 '4 and he was a large boy, his nickname as a child was actually “Bear” and no one dared to mess with him or his 2 older brothers. He was brooding but a sweetheart and that’s why his mother opted to redoing his nickname as teddy, but only she could call him that, him being a certified mama’s boy. The door slammed open and Hursh walked out with a pistol.

“What the hell is goin’ on out hea’? Everybody out!” He screamed, taking the safety off of the gun. All of the patrons got the hint immediately, everyone in town knowing Hursh wasn’t one to play around. Ari stopped and dropped the man onto the ground, and once you did, you had never seen someone run so fast out of that bar before.

“Hursh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” you tried to reason, feeling bad because he had lost all of his customers.

“Don’t worry about it honey bun get home safe, and you,” he pointed to Ari, who was now fixing the collar of his flannel and smoothing the rest of his clothes, “You ever need a job as a security guard, I’m your guy, but please don’t destroy my bar.” Hursh winked at you before yelling to the other workers that they were free to go. You grabbed your purse not sparing a glance at Ari, and walked out of the pub as quickly as you could, Ari following you. Making your way through the vacated parking lot to your pick up, you took notice to the sound of Ari behind you. Once you made it to your truck you turned around and stopped him.

“Look Ari, I appreciate the help but if you expect anything in return for saving my ass in there you are sadly mistaken, I’m not that kind of girl,” You spoke, poking a long nail into his chest. Your heart fell to your ass when he started laughing, it wasn’t a chuckle nor a giggle, but a full on belly laugh, he even doubled over and slapped his knee.

“I don’t want nothin’ mama, just wantin’ to make sure you got to your car safe,” he said once his laughter had subsided. You fought the urge to smile at him, before you put back up your facade.

“Well I’m here, so you’re good.” You opened the door of the pick up and hopped in putting the key into the ignition. Ari stood there still watching you. You turned the key, nothing. You turned it again and it spluttered, nothing. Again, nothing. You hit the steering wheel, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Ari knocked on the window.

“Needa’ ride mama?” He smiled before pulling your car door open and leading you to his Jeep on the other side of the parking lot.

That’s how you got here, pulling down the street where Jake’s house was located while some mellow 80s song played lowly in the background. “I’m sorry about tonight, mama, I just don’t take too kindly to disrespecting women, I would kill someone if that ever happened to my little sister,” Ari broke the silence, slowing down to the house you had pointed to and pulling into the driveway. You smiled kindly at him.

“Sorry for being a bitch about it, I appreciate you for standing up for me,” You spoke back, letting silence fill the car again. He turned off the ignition and you went to open the door before you saw something. Jake was stumbling down the steps of the front porch of the house. You could tell he had been drinking. “I just can’t win,” You let out, exasperated.

“This your boyfriend?” He said, watching Jake closely. You nodded and slapped your forehead, watching as Jake made his way to the car. You opened the door before Ari could protest and hopped out.

“This the dude you’ve been cheating on me with, you slut?” Jake asked as he walked closer to you. “Oh shut the fuck up Jake you’ve been cheating on me for FOREVER now! Plus I just met this man, I’m not you! Calling me a slut is like the pot calling the kettle black You grade A asshole,” You spat trying to make your way into the house. Jake ran behind you and tried to grab onto your hair but he missed and you turned around and slapped him before he got the chance to hit you. “Fuck you Jake! Fuck you!” You turned back to Ari’s Jeep and walked towards it as Jake stood there and held his face.

“You know you can’t get rid of me bitch! I’m all you’ve ever known!” Jake yelled as he stumbled back towards the house. You turned and flicked him off before swinging Ari’s door open and hopping back in.

“Ari I don’t care where you take me, just get me the hell away from here,” you said as you gritted your teeth. Ari smiled at you.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice mama!” He winked at you before putting the car in reverse and backing out of the driveway.

#ari levison x reader #ari levinson #chris evans x black reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x black!reader #i hope this is okay!#hope you like <3

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keketopia · 1 year

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Tamaki Amajiki x Female Reader with Depression

This fanfic is going to be a sad one, but there is going to be a happy ending at the end. Trust me ;)

TW: Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Self Harming, Attempted Suicide, Mentions of Bullying, Attempted Murder, Mentions of Abuse

All right, let's go :D

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You were not having a great day, well not like every other day was great.

You've spent your entire life in hell. You frequently question whether you were born unlucky.

Everything has been a disaster ever since you were born. Since you were a baby, your father has been absent, so your mother has raised you. It didn't get any better despite that, though. She was mentally unstable.

When you were seven years old, your mother tried to drown you in a bathtub but mercifully let you go. She suffered from paranoid schizophrenia. You broke out of your house and raced to your neighbor's next door.

The next thing you know, your mother had been placed in a mental hospital, due to being declared "unfit to raise a child". While you were placed in foster care.

Your foster family didn't treat you any better; they were appalling. They would consistently favor their biological children over you and ignore you in favor of playing favorites. They would verbally and occasionally physically abuse you. They threatened to return you to the foster care system and would constantly remind you that you were a foster child. It was very clear that they only promised to take care of you for money.

Not only do you get mistreatment at home, but at school too. Students would pick on you from time to time. And it gets worse every day. It first started with insults, then stealing, and then escalated to full-on violence.

Every time someone is being bullied, they always advise you to tell an adult about it, but the adults do nothing and simply turn a blind eye. You complained to the principal, a teacher, and even your foster parents, but nothing was done. Your foster parents...well, they don't really care. The teacher would just tell them to stop, the principal would just give them detention.

The bullying just keeps getting worse and worse. You thought they would learn your lesson after your bullies got detention but no, they just got angrier. They absolutely made sure your life was a living hell. They would gang up on you and beat you up, leaving bruises all over your body. They would write profanities on your desk in class, telling you such crude words.

"BITCH"

"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE!"

"DIE!!"

"SLUT"

"I HOPE YOU DIE"

"YOU BETTER WATCH OUT"

"KNOW YOUR PLACE"

"WORTHLESS"

"GET LOST"

"NO ONE LOVES YOU"

"EVERYONE HATES YOU"

Who in their right mind would say such things to another human being? It truly wasn't a surprise that you experienced depression. Your mind was clouded, and you heard voices in your head urging you to do harmful actions, and you did so.

...and you were sick of it...

Now here you were, standing on a high bridge. You lean onto the railing, looking at the water and the view of the city.

"The view is so beautiful...too bad I won't be able to see it much longer..." You thought to yourself.

As you stared off into the bright sky, memories of your life started to flash. The memory of your mother curled into a ball in the corner of the room, repeating "It's not my fault" to herself as if she's losing her sanity.

The memory of you and your foster family at a restaurant, watching as their biological kids enjoyed their milkshake and pancakes while you on the other hand got eggs, even though you also wanted pancakes and a milkshake.

The memory of your foster parents when they laughed at you when you mentioned that you were being picked on at school, saying "Don’t be so sensitive"

The memory of your bullies when they cornered you in the bathroom and beat the living hell out of you and said "Just a reminder that nobody loves you and nobody ever will, you'll just be alone and grow up to be a nobody. You should do the world a favor and get lost while you're at it" Before laughing their butt off as they walked out, leaving you in a bloody pulp.

The memory of your foster father banging your head against the wall when you came home from school.

The memory of you in your bedroom with a razor blade in your hand as you put the sharp blade on your skin and slowly moved it, making a perfect, bloody line on your arm.

And finally, the memory of your birth mother, drowning you in the bathtub.

As that memory flashed in your head, you look down at your arms, both in bandages as you recently harmed yourself. You looked back up and closed your eyes.

"Maybe they were right...I don't deserve to be here"

You opened your eyes and looked down at the water.

"I should end my life the same way my mother tried to do years ago, but failed as she couldn't bring the heart to do it. Honestly, she should've killed me, I would grow up to be a nobody anyway"

You took a deep breath as you were mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to do, you never thought it would come to this, but hey, life sure is surprising.

As you went back about your past, you knew you had made the right decision, you didn't want to live like this anymore. You were tired of your foster family using you for money. You were tired of the non-ending insults and beatings you received from them and your bullies. You were tired of feeling like a piece of shit. You were tired of falling apart. You just want it to end.

You were about to climb over the railing when you spot someone walking. They stopped and looked at you for a split second before deciding to stand right next to you and lean onto the railing.

You immediately stopped what you were doing, you didn't want anyone to witness you about to jump off of a bridge. You wanted to go back home but remembered what's to come when you go there, so you stayed and waited patiently for the person to go away so you can finish what you were doing.

You both didn't talk, you just admired the view. You glance at this person, he was a boy about your age, he had messy indigo hair which sticks out behind his head, and ears that were very pointy, somewhat elf-like. You recognize this boy, he went to the same school as you, and although you weren't in the same class as him, you'd sometimes spot him in the hallway hanging around that blonde kid.

You were a little bit frustrated that this elf-looking kid was interrupting your death, but it's not like you can just say "Hey, so I was in the middle of killing myself, if you could just please leave and don't tell anyone, that would be great"

"H-Hello..."

You were taken aback when the boy suddenly spoke to you, even though you don't know him, you heard from other students that he is known to be quite shy and usually doesn't start up conversations.

"Hi..." You replied, not looking at him.

"I-I didn't know you come here, I-I usually come here f-for comfort whenever I need to feel s-safe"

"Yeah, I always come here just to view the city, it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay," You said as you frowned. This was the first time you came here, you only came to get one last look at the city of Musutafu before you were about to take the leap of faith.

"Aren't you t-that girl that got milk poured all o-over you at the cafeteria today?" He asked.

Your body froze at that. Your mind instantly went back to when your bullies took your carton of milk from your lunch tray and poured it all over your head, leaving you soaking wet as they laughed at you.

"Yeah, why? You want to laugh at me and say how much of a loser I am"

"N-No! That is not my intention! I'm not that kind of person!" He finally looked at you.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how those girls treated you, y-you don't deserve that"

You scoffed, "You're just saying that to make me feel better"

"No, I'm saying that because I feel bad for you! I pity you!"

"Who cares? I'm worthless anyway, I don't even know why I thought things would get better"

"N-No! You're not worthless! Y-You're amazing! Even though I barely know you, I know you're a w-wonderful person with big dreams that I know you're gonna accomplish, who cares if others are too self-absorbed to see that"

You were shocked by what he was saying, nobody has ever said something nice to you before. Your whole life you've been given insults left & right, but this was new.

"You really mean that?"

"Y-Yes! I mean everything I said. You don't deserve to be treated as anything less than a human. You deserve to be treated how you want to be treated"

Tears started to form in your eyes, this was the first time someone has ever comforted you, was this what it's like to be liked by someone, if so, please don't let it end.

"A-And to think that those girls want to be heroes, last time I checked, heroes don't pick on i-innocent people and beat them up for no reason, they're better off to be seen as v-villains."

Out of nowhere, you hugged him. This took the shy elf boy by surprise as he wasn't expecting you to react like that. He blushed before hugging you back. He knew he did something right, he snapped you out of your bad thoughts and brought good ones into your head.

You, on the other hand, were crying on his shoulder, you were in so much pain, you just wanted someone who cares for you and loves you. I guess God answer your prayers and brought an angel to help you out.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! I wanted someone to say that to me all my life!"

"Y-Your w-welcome. Don't listen to what anybody says. You keep your head up high and focus on yourself. I will be there for you every step of the w-way"

You broke the hug. "By the way, I never caught your name"

"Tamaki Amajiki"

"Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" You smiled.

The rest of the day, you chatted with Tamaki, you've talked about heroes, your hero names, your quirks, what you can do, etc. But in the end, you both parted ways. You went back home to your foster parents, which you dread for. Even though you got the most terrible beating you could ever ask for, you smiled as you finally made a friend in forever.

The next day, you hang out with Tamaki and that blonde kid who you learned his name was Mirio. Sure, you got passed insults from your bullies and got assaulted by them a couple of times. You had two new friends that got your back.

3 years later...

Things had gotten a lot better over the last 3 years.

To start things off, you were able to make it into your dream school, U.A. High! Along with your long-time pals, Tamaki and Mirio. Oh, speaking of Tamaki, you two started dating. This man was the sweetest boyfriend, despite his shy and timid nature, he'd always take care of you and would be there for you when in need of comfort.

You also made a new friend along the way, Nejire Hado was the name. Her endless curiously and childish personality always made you giggle. She always believed in you whenever you start feeling down about yourself, she would literally yell at the top of her lungs that you could do it. All in all, she's pretty great to hang around with.

Also, you become one of the top hero candidates in all of Japan, along with your boyfriend and your new friends, thanks to the newfound support, you learned how to master your quirk and became one of the best students of U.A. You guys became known as The Big 4.

Even better, now that you are 18 years old, you have been officially removed from the foster care system. The only issue was that since you didn't have much money, they needed to make sure you had a somewhere to stay, which you don't.

Luckily, your mentor, Fatgum, was kind enough to let you live with him until you were able to afford a place to call home. How did he know you were a foster child? Well, long story short. He may or may not have seen your healed up scars on your arm while you guys were on patrol one day.

Your hero suit tore when you were fighting the bank robbers because you and your friends got caught up in the crime. Your scars have now completely healed, however the cuts still have bright red lines. And because they are so obvious, you always wear long sleeve shirts or arm warmers to hide them.

When Fatgum took notice of this, he had a chat with you privately, asking if everything was okay with you. You tried to explain that nothing was wrong but he insisted to tell him the truth, especially since those scars looked like they were done months ago. So, you finally spilled the beans of what's been going on in your life.

You told him about your mentally unstable birth mother, the abusive foster parents, and the bullying that you'd endure in middle school, but you also told him that you're doing fine after middle school because you found someone that turned your life around.

Fatgum was about to take action against your foster parents but you stopped him because you were 17 going on 18 in just a few months and once you turn 18, you'll be out of their house and out of the system. He hesitated at first but eventually promised to not send those horrible parents to jail for child abuse.

Now you live with Fatgum. He treated you like his own daughter, something your foster parents never did. It's true what they say, Fatgum really is a dad.

However, only you and Fatgum are aware of this, nobody else knows it. Not even your own boyfriend. You haven't told him about the real reason why you were at the bridge, or your depression, or the hell you went through.

You knew the man would blame himself even though none of this was his fault, nor was he involved. But, that's just how he is. Maybe one day you'll tell him. Thank him for saving your life, even if he doesn't realize it. But not now, you don't want more problems when everything was getting better and better.

And to think that none of this wouldn't have happened if Tamaki didn't come to the bridge...

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ghostbeam · 2 years

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when i’m good i’m very good but when i’m bad i’m better (bet on forever) | dabi/touya todoroki

“Hey!” His voice sounds from the end of the store. You turn to look at him, and you can see his shoulders physically relax at the sight of you looking back at him. He looks at you, that pretty smile that spreads across your lips, how you stare at him with nothing but love in your eyes, at him, the man who just knocked a cop out for you. He smiles and speaks. “I love you.”

You let out a breathy laugh before turning around completely and making your way back to him. You lean up and capture his lips in a kiss, even though he’s still got a gun pointed at the clerk’s head. He wraps an arm around your waist as he melts into the kiss. You press your lips to his one last time before you pull away completely. “Love you too.”

notes: hiiiii this is chapter 3 of bet on forever and it’s honestly embarrassing how long it took me to write considering how short it is. If u need a break from the violence of the last couple of chapters this is that break (but not really cause there’s still some violence…just no murder) this is a lot shorter than my other chapters and will probably be the shortest one in the whole series but anyways I hope u enjoy!! (title from you’re so cool by Nicole dollanganger) listen to the playlist here!

warnings: 18+ (nothing nsfw in this chapter but the series still is) f!reader, violence, blood, use of guns, drugs (weed), possessive relationships, codependent relationships, mentions of murder

words: 3k

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Dabi is already looking at you when you gaze out the window. He fills the car up while he studies you through the glass, sunglasses sitting atop his mop of messy black hair. You watch his jaw move as he chews the gum you’d offered him in the car, feeling embarrassed at how flustered the act makes you, how he makes something as simple as chewing gum attractive.

You’re broken from thoughts of your boyfriend as you hear the bell at the top of the gas station door jingle. You pause your movements at the slushie machine, watching as the uniformed officer crosses the threshold. Your breath catches in your throat and you hide your body behind the shelf of candy and snacks at the end of the aisle. When you look outside, Dabi is nowhere to be found, no longer outside of the car. You can’t seem to spot him inside either, and you feel your stomach turn in knots.

“Morning officer.” The lanky clerk behind the counter greets him, his voice cracking as he does, probably thinking about the weed he has stashed in the breakroom or how his tags haven’t been changed on his car yet. The cop doesn’t seem to notice or care as he speaks again.

“Seen anyone suspicious come through here.” You hear the officer speak. A quick look from behind the shelf shows the man leaning against the counter as he questions the clerk at the front of the store. He shrugs, looking the officer up and down.

“Lots of suspicious types come through here.” He tells him, keeping his voice calm this time, you observe. “Looking for anyone specific?”

“Some kid killed a man and ran off with his car and his daughter.” The cop explains, his voice low as he speaks. You can barely hear him, but your eyes grow wide at his words. “We’re calling it a kidnapping, but if you ask me, I think she’s in on it.”

“You mean she went willingly?” The clerk questions.

“Lovers on the run and all that bullshit.” He quips. “Seems like they watched one too many movies.”

The clerk is silent for a moment, before he nods his head towards the window of the store. He says nothing, but the cop understands. You watch him nod and take a step towards the door. You don’t know where Dabi is, but there’s no way he’d leave you at some gas station in the middle of nowhere. He’ll be caught if the cop gets the chance to have a look around, so you do the only thing you can think of.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, feeling foolish for what you’re about to do. You lean forward and take the half full slushie from the counter before pouring it out onto the floor, and letting yourself slip through the icy liquid. With one hand on the self beside you, you take the whole thing down with you, snacks flying through the air as you try to fall to the floor without hurting yourself.

You screech.

Both of the men turn to look your way, worried looks on their faces. It’s clear that the clerk forgot you were even in the store as he makes his way from behind the counter. Both of them begin to walk your way as you start to stand up. Red slushie runs down the back of your legs as the cop starts to help you up.

“Took quite the fall there, hon.” He speaks. You steady yourself on your legs, looking at the two men. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” You speak in your sweetest voice. You let out a faux laugh, placing a hand over your chest as if trying to catch your breath. “I slipped!”

You burst out into a fit of giggles, and the men join you. They laugh at your mistake, and you feel relieved that you’ve managed to distract them. You’re doing a good job. You have it handled.

At least you think you do until Dabi walks through the door with a gun.

He fires a warning shot into one of the bottles of alcohol behind the counter before sauntered over to the three of you. The cop steps in front of you, pointing his gun in the direction of your boyfriend as he walks. Dabi lets out an amused chuckle, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“You stay right there.” The cop demands before looking over his shoulder at you. You look at Dabi through wide eyes in faux fear. “You’ll be alright, darlin’”

You roll your eyes when he turns around to look at your boyfriend, and Dabi laughs.

“Yeah, you’ll be just fine, darlin’” Dabi mocks. The cop doesn’t seem to like this, clicking the safety off his gun as he points it right between his eyes.

You don’t have long while the cop is distracted, so you sneak up behind him and send a kick right between his legs. His gun goes off as it hits the floor and you watch Dabi jump up in the air as it slides past him. He looks up at you as the officer falls to his knees, eyes gazing over your figure in concern after the gun went off.

“I had it handled.” You tell your boyfriend with a roll of your eyes. He scoffs at you before bending down to pick up the gun behind him and throwing it towards you..

“You’re covered in red dye.” He argues. You catch the gun in your hands easily, before shaking your head at him. You turn around quickly, pointing the gun in the direction of the clerk. He raises his hands, clearly shaking in fear as he stares down the barrel of your gun.

You hear a commotion behind you, turning to glance back as Dabi knocks the cop’s head into one of the shelves. The cop groans, blood pouring from his nose when Dabi pulls his head back once more. He slams it back into the shelf before the cop is out cold, and Dabi wipes his bloodied hand on the officer’s uniform.

“Fucking call her ‘darlin’’ again, asshole.” He spits, kicking him in the side for no good reason. You try to ignore how his words make your stomach flip, how violence in your name makes you feel, especially when it comes to Dabi. Turning back to the clerk, you speak.

“You gonna call the cops?” You ask him.

“No, ma’am.” He assures, frantically shaking his head.

“No?” You lean your head to one side and raise an eyebrow. Dabi walks away as you question the man. You don’t think he will, at least not until the shock wears off. And by then, you and Dabi should be far away from here. You hear Dabi walk up behind you, his boots loud on the floor.

“He won’t.” Dabi confirms. He places a hand on your shoulder before holding up an object in his hand. You turn towards him, spotting the role of duct tape that hangs from two of his fingers. “At least not for a while.”

You look up at him with a wide smile, which he returns. The clerk says nothing as he looks between the two of you before letting out a defeated sigh and holding his wrists out towards Dabi.

“Bring the car around, okay?” Dabi tells you, fishing his keys out of his jacket pocket and handing them to you. You nod, tucking the cops gun into the band of your jean shorts before turning to walk away. You make it half way down the aisle before Dabi calls out to you.

You snag a pair of cheap sunglasses off the stand before making your way out the door and bringing the car around for Dabi. He doesn’t keep you waiting long before he hops into the passenger seat and the two of you are off.

“You’re amazing! Do you know that?” Dabi’s excitement fills the car as he speaks. His voice is loud over the sound of the radio. The two of you speed down the road, nothing but mountains and dirt for miles ahead. “I mean, you caught the gun like it was nothing! You were so cool!”

He leans across the console and takes your head in his hands, planting a wet kiss to your cheek as you drive. You giggle as you feel his lips on your cheek. “You are cool. You’re so cool.”

“Yeah? You think so?” You laugh at him, looking between him and the road as you drive. “As cool as you?”

“Even cooler, babydoll.” He tells you, leaning his head back on the seat. You watch his chest rise and fall with each breath, looking between him and the road. You reach out to run a hand through his hair, noticing how the white of his natural hair is coming in at the root. It’s not noticeable yet, but you make a mental note to pick up some black hair dye at your next stop.

…

“He’s gonna love you.” Dabi says, removing one hand from your waist and knocking on the door that you stand in front of. The door is old and beat up, with the numbers at the top scratched over and faded. You think it might fall off the hinges if it opens.

“You’re sure?” You ask, bouncing a little on the balls of your feet, nerves settling in your bones. You were good with Giran, and that was huge for you, but this feels different and you don’t know why. Dabi speaks so highly of Jin, tells the story of him being saved from getting jumped with excitement in his voice and light in his eyes. You need Jin to like you. It’s important to you, but mostly, it’s important to Dabi.

“Hey,” he speaks, squeezing your hips with his hands. He knows you’re nervous, can practically feel it as he’s wrapped around you. But he loves you, and he knows Jin will too. You’re the most important thing in the world to him and Jin is no fool. He’ll be able to see it. Anyone with half a brain would be able to see it. “I promise. There’s no way he won't.”

You squirm in his hold, feeling your face heat up at his words when the door swings open in front of you. A tall blond man stands in the doorway, with dark circles underneath his eyes and a faint scar down the middle of his forehead. A white tank top fits snug on his torso, and you twitch in your boyfriend's hold as his dark eyes analyze you. The smell of weed is strong throughout his place, probably from the joint that hangs from his lips.

His gray eyes brighten at the sight of your boyfriend standing behind you. He pulls the joint from his lips and opens his arms wide in the doorway.

“Dabi!” He bellows with a smile. His voice surprises you, friendlier than you expected, from the way he appears with his tired eyes and imposing figure. He’s even taller than Dabi. Then his eyes land on you. “Are you gonna introduce your girl?”

“What? Not even a ‘how are you’? You see a pretty girl and go all stupid.” Dabi huffs from behind you. You shake your head and introduce yourself, holding a hand out for him to shake. His hand is large as it envelopes yours, rough and calloused from work you aren’t aware of. He’s comforting, you think, handshake firm and strong as he grins down at you.

“Nice to meet you, girlie. Come in! Come in!” He says, opening the door to allow the two of you to step into the hazey apartment. It’s nicer than you expected from the state of his front door. It’s a nice apartment, lived in and decorated in the way you assume he likes. “You can call me Jin. I’m sure Dabi’s told you all about me if you’ve come all this way–probably hasn’t told you jack shit–shit, sorry.”

He turns around with an apologetic smile and you send him a smile back, assuring him that you weren’t phased by his sudden change in behavior. His shoulders relax as he continues to lead you through the apartment. Dabi pulls you into his side, placing a kiss to the top of your head as you follow Jin. You’re happy that you’re making a good first impression, but Jin is not at all hard to talk to. You like him, and you can see why Dabi admires him.

“Sorry about the smoke. Helps with the headaches.” He says, motioning towards his head with a wave of his hand, his joint snug between two fingers. “You hungry, sugar? I don’t have much, maybe some cereal.”

“Cereal sounds good.” You nod, feeling Dabi pull away from you to pick up the remote that sits on the beat up coffee table in front of the couch. You watch his lanky body drop town on the couch as he scrolls through channels, knees bent too high from how long his legs are and how close to the ground

“Want some Dabi?” Jin asks from the kitchen. Dabi tells him that he does and you can hear Jin mumbling to himself about something you can’t make out. Dabi leans his head over the back of the couch, staring at you where you stand. He nods you over, holding a hand out for you to take, pulling you down with him. He leans forward and picks up a freshly rolled joint from the ashtray on the table.

“You ever smoke, baby?” He asks you, fishing for his silver zippo in his pocket. He tosses it towards you, and you catch it easily.

“A couple of times in high school.” You shrug, flipping the lighter open and holding the flame to the end of the joint in between his lips. You go to give him the lighter back, but he stops you.

“You should take another look at that.” He says, blowing smoke from his nose. You look down at the piece of silver in your hand, flipping it over to try and understand why it’s important. Dabi turns it over in your palm and you see faint lettering engraved in the metal, your name.

“When did you do this?” You ask, flattered by the gesture. It’s not much, but it’s sweet, and it's undoubtedly Dabi.

“Had it done back home.” He explains. “I like having you with me.”

“I’m always with you.” You say and he grins. He nudges his forehead against yours before speaking.

“I know, baby.” He kisses your cheek before closing your hand over the lighter. “Keep it safe for me, yeah?”

You nod, holding the lighter close to your chest as he leans down to kiss you. You pull away quickly, hearing Jin’s footsteps as he returns from the kitchen.

“Well aren’t you two just the sweetest–yuck!” You hear Jin speak from behind the couch. You let out a small laugh, hiding your face in Dabi’s shoulder.

“Fuck off.” He grumbles, placing a large hand behind your head. You can’t stop laughing as he holds you close, sounds muffled by his t-shirt.

“You’re the one making out on my couch!” Jin argues. You laugh again at the ridiculousness of the situation, at the fact that you and Dabi just left a cop knocked out at a gas station and are now getting high and eating fruit loops with a friend from his past.You pull away from Dabi and let out a loud laugh, throwing you head back as the sound bubbles from your throat. Dabi would bottle the sound if he could.

The two men join in, laughter filling Jin’s apartment as you try to catch your breath. He comes around the back of the couch, handing you and Dabi your bowls before squeezing his way in between the two of you. Dabi’s hand flies to the back of Jin’s head, scolding him for separating the two of you. It makes you giggle again. You think they act like brothers, maybe. It makes you happy to see Dabi interacting with someone without keeping his guard up. He’s only ever been that way with you.

Dabi eventually lets Jin stay where he is, shut down by the argument that you were, in fact, about to make out on the couch and that Jin is letting you stay with him on your “True Romance crime-fueled road trip” as he put it.

You don’t talk about it. You find that you don’t have to when Dabi tries to explain, and Jin shuts him up by putting some colorful cartoon on tv and telling him that he’ll take the both of you in no matter what you’ve done. Dabi lets it go.

And it’s nice, sitting there with them, eating colorful cereal and mindlessly watching tv. It feels normal, a place where you and Dabi don’t have to keep moving, don’t have to be constantly looking over your shoulders or wondering where you’ll go next. A life that stands still.

It’ll all be worth it, you think.

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