#(there is also a similar dress with strawberries at the Met)

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Best Intentions ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: As vice president, you are obligated to attend your boss's wedding–you're also his friend. But while you should be focused on the newlyweds, you find yourself far too interested in the attractive best man and the woman who happens to be his plus one.

Pairing: best man!yoongi x vice president!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, slight thriller, s2l, oneshot

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3,753

Warnings: No infidelity, dark yoongi, sexual content, death (not major character)

sexual warnings: dom!yoongi, sub!reader, cussing, handj*b, unprotected s*x (don't follow their lead!), penetration, car sex, d*rty talk, they c*me together, yoongi has tattoos

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A/N: Little nervous about this one butI haven't written fic inspired by Haegeum yet so here we go! Hope you enjoy 💞

You watch as he brushes a few pieces of his dark locks out of his face. Never have you seen such a handsome and alluring man. He takes a seat on the barstool, nodding at the bartender in greeting. “Whiskey, neat. And a sex on the beach for the lady.”

He turns his head over his right shoulder, sparing a glance at the gentle hand resting on him. The woman who it belongs to is nothing short of radiant and confident. Her body is athletically built, her skin soft but tough. Her name is Yeong-Ja and she happens to be his plus one.

“__.” She smiles at you with ruby-red lips. “Why don’t you join us?” Her tone is thick and laced with sensuality. You fight the temptation but you feel instantly small compared to her. It’s not that you find yourself unattractive or anything but Yeong-Ja has a certain aura that’s incredibly rare.

The man, Min Yoongi, sets his gaze on you with a similar intensity. You only met the both of them about half an hour ago and they were already perfectly successful at making your bones quake. You’ve heard the idea of power couples a million times and though Min Yoongi and Yeong-Ja weren't officially together, you'd be a fool to think I'd never happen. They came here together after all.

“Thank you for the invite,” you reply, keeping your eyes as firm as you can. “But I still need to pay my respects to President Kim and his lovely new wife.”

Yeong-Ja taps Yoongi twice, signaling him to stand up. “I need to do that too actually. Why don’t we go together?”

He stays seated despite her gesture. “The drinks haven’t come out yet. I’ll wait for them if you two wanna go.” He looks at you again with his piercing, cat-like eyes. “You sure you don’t want anything __?”

You smooth down the sides of your dress, a nervous response you picked up since a teenager. You wish he wouldn’t follow the movement but he does. “Sure, maybe a strawberry daiquiri.”

Yoongi gives a nod and asks the bartender to include it in the order. “Thank you,” you say.

“Shall we?” Yeong-Ja breaks from Yoongi to near your side. “President Kim’s about to have a ton of guests giving their congratulations. It’s best we do it before the newlyweds run out of steam.”

You nod and make your way to the wedding table.

"Congratulations President and Mrs. Kim." You bow in respect until you're pulled into a light hug.

"Thank you __," Mrs. Kim says. You'd be surprised by the hug if it weren't for the fact that the two of you have known each other since before she and your boss first started dating.

You were the one to set them up actually.

You never thought you'd have that much gull with your boss but you and Seokjin had been working together for a long time. You considered him a friend.

"I'm very happy for the both of you." You smile warmly and embrace Mrs. Kim a little tighter. "And you make such a beautiful bride."

Once broken apart, Yeong-Ja bows herself. "President Kim, Mrs. Kim." They bow in return. "I'm honored to be a guest at your wedding. I wish you both a strong, healthy marriage."

Mrs. Kim smiles wide and touches the woman on the wrist. "Thank you Yeong-Ja....I'm hoping to be a guest at your wedding as well. If you don't mind me asking, how long have you and Yoongi been seeing each other?"

Swallow it. That suddenly sick, queasy feeling in your stomach. If Yoongi was planning to get serious with Yeong-Ja, it's none of your business.

Yeong-Ja blushes and lets out a small chuckle. "Of course, I'll be sure to invite you to my wedding but I'm afraid that won't be anytime soon. Yoongi and I have only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks."

Weeks? With the chemistry they have you figured they were at least at months.

"I wouldn't be too set on it being far out into the future," Seokjin says. "One of my colleagues got married after only six months of dating his girlfriend."

"Who was that?" You mouth to which he replied with 'gguk'. Ah, makes sense now.

"Plus," Seokjin continues, "Yoongi's always talking about you and that's saying a lot considering he's pretty brief in general. Whatever you got, it's keeping his attention." He blinks up and cracks a smirk. "Speak of the devil."

Yoongi walks towards the group of you with a drink in each hand. You really need to not stare at his perfectly chiseled face, stoic eyes, and slicked-back hair. Especially after hearing that he's been practically gushing about Yeong-Ja. Still, a bitch doesn't listen.

"Strawberry daiquiri." He passes you your drink before handing Yeong-Ja hers. "And a sex on the beach." He keeps a straight face as he does this.

You notice he's taken his suit jacket off since your last interaction. His sleeves are rolled up too, veins softly protruding.

"Many thanks," you say, taking a sip. "Where's your whiskey?" You distinctively remember him asking the bartender for one but it's nowhere in sight.

Yoongi gives a quick shrug. "Already drank it."

Before another word is spoken the stereos in the reception are cranked up. Yeong-Ja takes a sip of her drink and then snakes her hand into Yoongi's arm. "Come on, we should dance. You too __."

You shake your head. Absolutely not. Dancing is fun when you're with friends but not so much with couples. You learned that the hard way many times when you'd be told that you'll all dance together.

Wrong for you to fall for that.

As soon as a slow, sensual song came on, you'd be hitting the bar or going back to your claimed table in the corner.

"No I'm good. I wanna sit and enjoy my drink for now." You lift your glass to make your point clearer.

Yeong-Ja smiles at you, then tightens her grip around Yoongi's arm and drags him to the dance floor.

You try not to watch them.

You even try sitting in the chair facing opposite of them.

But you look like a wallflower.

Several men come up to you to ask you if you want to dance, thinking you're only waiting for an invitation. Nice of them to offer but you take no interest.

The only man you remotely have your mind on is currently being swayed by another woman. And after about twenty minutes of watching, you find out that Yeong-Ja is not only a sharp thinker and sweet talker—she's also a stunning dancer.

You can tell at first Yoongi is half-assing it but once she starts getting into the beat, his efforts double.

When it comes to the slower songs, however, you can't help but notice a shift in his posture. Yeong-Ja links both arms around his neck in an effort to close the gap between her and Yoongi. It doesn't close, however, as he keeps a safe distance.

It's odd, to say the least but maybe he's just not used to that type of intimacy yet. You continue to study the two of them until you're caught red-handed. Yoongi's eyes shift over to peer into yours.

You have to snap yourself out of your daze a few times. He's definitely just staring off due to the somber music. He's not looking at you.

Oh, shit—he is.

Yoongi traces his eyes down the lines of your dress, all the way down your bare legs and back up to your eyes. His gaze is heavy and gives you goosebumps.

You grip your glass with one hand while the other clings to the edge of your dress, earning you a half-smirk from him.

Fuck.

He's a man of few words but his non-verbals speak volumes.

"She's not his girlfriend." Seokjin looks up at you from his seated position. Mrs. Kim was mingling with some of her close friends so you seized the chance to ask Seokjin about what had just happened. You needed a second opinion. "But they came here together so I assume they're going out. Are you sure he was giving you suggestive looks?"

"I mean, they weren't that suggestive but he definitely body-scanned me and smirked." You pause before continuing. "I'm trying not to think about it in case—uh I don't know. I'm sorry, it's your wedding day and I shouldn't be bothering you about this stuff."

"__, we've been working basically side by side for ten years. Yes I'm your boss still but right now I'd like to think we're friends. You're not bothering me, okay? And as far as Yoongi goes, just ignore it. He was likely smiling at you and it came off as a smirk. If it happens again maybe ask him about it because as far as I know, things are going good between him and Yeong-Ja." Obviously not that well if he's checking out someone else. You bite back the need to speak your mind.

"Okay," you agree. "You're right. It was likely just nothing."

"But you didn't finish your sentence." Seokjin pipes up before you return to your seat. "You're trying not to think about in case what?"

Let's see....how to reply while remaining subtle as possible. Seokjin and Yoongi are close friends so you need to choose your words very carefully.

Telling him you have interest in Yoongi when he's told you over and over again that he's seeing someone would not end well. A classic Kim Seokjin scold would be in dire order.

"....just in case I'm just being foolish or exaggerating what really happened." You say the words casually, no a trace of a fib. "But thanks Seokjin, for letting me talk to you about it."

"Hey." Yoongi catches you in the hallway. Apparently also needed to use the restroom. You do your best to shrug off what happened earlier.

"Hi, how was dancing?" You ask stupidly.

"It was alright. Not usually my thing but I guess I didn't mind. You sure you didn't wanna join us though? Saw a few guys come up to you."

"You saw that?" And here you were thinking you were delusional for thinking Yoongi was purposefully paying attention to you. It causes a twinge of adrenaline to zap through your body. "I didn't really feel like dancing today, that's all."

For a second you and Yoongi exchange silence. You're not sure if he's done talking or if you need to fill the space with more small talk.

"I'm glad it was better for you than usual. Yeong-Ja looks like she knows what she's doing." You fake a small laugh, hoping to break the tension but Yoongi's face remains straight. "Well I should get back in there." You end up slowly walking away but he stops you.

"We don't know each other super well but, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier."

"What are you refering to?"

Yoongi gives you a 'really' look before flashing a gummy smile. It's the first time tonight you've seen him smile so fully. Your breath hitches as he continues. "I think we both know the answer to that. Don't you know how captivating you look in this dress?"

If your mouth wasn't gaping before it such as heck is now. But as giddy as the compliment makes you, you're in no way going to mess up a potentially blossoming relationship. You sure as hell hope that Yoongi isn't double-crossing Yeong-Ja, even if you do wish you'd be in her shoes a little.

"Um, not to be so forward but aren't you with Yeong-Ja? I appreciate the compliment though I'd—"

"We're not serious."

"Excuse me?" You as so utterly lost. Sure he and Yeong-Ja weren't together officially yet but they came here as each other's date. Seokjin and his wife were also making comments about their supposedly romantic relationship and she wasn't denying it so why is he coming onto you like this?

"That didn't come out right. I mean, we're not together romantically but we do work together. I asked her to come because I figured she'd be good company. Seokjin thinks we mold together well but I'm not really interested. To keep it short, I respect her as a coworker and consider her in the highest regard, professionally."

"You're not lying to me right? Because she seems really interested and I don't want to get in the way of anything. I'm not that type of woman alright?" You cross your arms reflexively.

Yoongi takes a step towards you, focused intent. "I have no reason to lie to you __. It's true Yeong-Ja may be interested but she's not the one I've spent half the night staring at."

The hairs on your neck stand straight. Blood rushes through your veins. "You should probably tell Yeong-Ja your feelings then."

"I did," Yoongi interuppts. "When we were back in there she came onto me. I thought all the slow, romantic music was getting to her but she kept trying to kiss me so I had to tell her I wasn't interested in anything beyond friendship."

"Oh, well, is she okay or—"

"She'll be fine. She's like me, not much fazes her. She's likely hitting on the next guy that takes her fancy now." Yoongi inches closer, and you take in the cologne he's wearing. It's subtle but enough to knock you out of your senses. "So you see, I'm not that kind of man either."

"Well good because I would have kicked you in the balls if you were double-crossing Yeong-Ja."

Yoongi snorts. "I'd expect nothing less. But thankfully, my balls are safe for now."

Great, now you're thinking about his balls. Yoongi's breath blows hot against your skin as the space between you seems to get narrower and narrower.

"Do you wanna get out of here for a bit?" He asks with a hoarse voice. "I was thinking about going out for a quick smoke."

"I don't smo—" Yoongi quirks a provocative brow. "Oh, " you finish, knowing full well he isn't proposing to have just a smoke.

You shudder as he towers above you in the backseat of his Bentley. Evidently, Yoongi did well for himself. "We shouldn't be doing this here." When Yoongi proposed you to go out, you didn't expect him to be this quick to get down and dirty.

Fooling around is one thing, but fucking in the backseat of his car in the middle of a wedding is a whole new animal for you.

"No one's gonna see if that's what you're worried about. Everyone's too busy wishing the newlyweds well..." His car is short on space but Yoongi manages to remove his silk vest. The skin of his smooth chest peeks out near the collar of his dress shirt. "But if you wanna stop here then, I won't force you any further."

God this is so indecent but you want him so, so bad. His body on yours, in yours—fuck him for being this hard to resist. You grip the fabric of his shirt and tug him back down.

Yoongi takes the opportunity to sink his head near your ear. "I was hoping this would be your answer." Your eyes roll up when he places a hot, open-mouth kiss on your neck. It's not sloppy but rather controlled as if hinting that this isn't his first go around.

"Take it out for me sweetheart." He coos after a few more nips at your jaw. The look of bewilderment on your face brings out a cocky smirk. "Please?"

His eyes turn playful as he watches you fumble with his belt. "Sorry," he says. "I usually prefer doing this myself but given the position we're in, it's better you do it." You nod. "I'd also take my time with you if it weren't for the fact that we're in my car right now." Who's fault is that? You bite down your bitterness.

"I understand." You pull at his belt buckle, releasing the leather from its hold. He groans when the tips of your fingers graze his bulge. Once you unzip the front of his pants you reach forward to free his cock.

"Fuck," Yoongi breathes, his hard length pulsating in your hand. You whimper and reflexively squeeze him harder. "Shit, don't."

You feel hot all over, drunk on the pleasure he's getting from this. "But you like this," you say, moving your hand up and down his shaft. Arousal pools in your panties as you watch him struggle to gain his composure. You wouldn't be disappointed if he came in your hand from this, but Yoongi puts a stake in those plans like a tidal wave.

He reaches between his legs, suddenly yanking your hand off of him to place it above your head. "You know what I really like __?" He grabs your other hand to join it with the other. "When people listen to what their told the first time."

He pushes up the skirt of your dress, tugs your panties to the side, and thrusts himself into you in one full motion. The immediate stretch has you gasping for air. "Fuck Yoongi–" Yes, you're wet but you still need time to adjust! "Yoongi please, I need a second."

He doesn't respond with any more than husky groans as he steadies himself above you, hands clamping down on your waist. Yoongi stills himself in you, waiting for your signal to move and when you give it to him he wastes no time setting a vigorous pace.

Every push and pull sets your body on fire as his length beats inside you. You move to claw at his back, desperately needing something to grip, but your hands are thrown back down. "Leave them," he growls.

You end up clutching your wrists as your body bounces up and down the seat of the car. The friction is a little rough due to the leather material but you don't have time to think much about it as long as Yoongi keeps fucking you this good.

"Feels-ah-amazing Yoongi, fuck. How'd you get so good at this?"

"How do you think sweetheart?" He wraps one of your legs around his waist, the new angle allows him to sink deeper into your gut. Your hips arch and a few more buttons on Yoongi's dress shirt pop open.

"You have a–chest-chest tattoo?" It's only a blur and you barely get a glimpse when he leans his body forward. But over his heart is black ink in the form of what you can only guess as some kind of wild cat.

"Mhm," he grunts. "Got it when I was 19. One of those impulsive things. Fuck–" he curses feeling you clench around him. "Is this a turn-on for you? You're squeezing me so fucking hard right now."

"Yes. My attraction for you went up about 100%, I can't explain it."

He's amused, shit-eating grin on his far too handsome face. "Well lucky for you, you don't have to explain anything. Open my shirt."

You do as he says and swallow hard seeing the tattoo of a bobcat over his left pec. He can tell you want to ask about it but being that his cock is deep in your heat, he's a little preoccupied. "I'll tell you about it later when we're not you know–fucking like rabbits in the back seat of my Bentley."

You let out a small giggle. It's a wonder no one's caught you yet. Yoongi picks up the pace again, with rough thrusts and beads of sweat around his forehead. "Fuck this pussy is making me so hard. Never been in something so wet and tight in my life." You moan as his cock drags in and out of you, stimulating your g-spot only too perfectly.

"Oh god 'm gonna come Yoongi!" You can't hold back your screams anymore. He's hitting inside you so well, cock throbbing, hair sweaty, muscles tensing, and that sinful chest tattoo teasing in front of your eyes.

"Damn right you are, make this cock yours sweetheart."

Your pussy starts spasming around him. You throw your head back, feeling your tightened core close to unwinding. Yoongi's cock twitches inside you in the seconds following before you both have your release.

Yoongi takes himself out of you, cock dripping with your cum. Your breaths are heavy as you blink up at him from your reclined position. "First time fucking in a car?" he asks, monotone.

"Mhm."

"Did you like it?"

"Mhm."

"Good, I'll give you a few minutes to gather yourself."

Once you both manage to make yourself presentable again, you head back to the reception.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" Yeong-Ja hollers at Yoongi, rushing to him through the parking lot. You're startled at her sharp tone but the closer she gets the more your stomach feels unsettled.

She doesn't give you a glance at all, her attention fully on Yoongi. "Min," she starts. Odd of her to be calling him by his last name all the sudden. "We need to leave now."

You dart your eyes at the two of them. "What-what's going on? It hasn't been that long, did something happen?" Yeong-Ja hesitates to answer so you turn to the man next to you. "Yoongi–Oh my god!" You screech when you see a glowing, red dot hovering over his heart.

Yoongi follows your line of sight. "Shit–" He curses under his breath. "Of all fucking times."

Okay, what the fuck is going on?

Yeong-Ja swiftly pulls out a gun from what appears to be a thigh holster. When she does, you spot the same bobcat tattoo on her upper thigh.

Yeong-Ja cocks the gun before aiming it to the far left. She takes the shot, the red dot instantly disappearing from Yoongi's chest.

"You don't know Yoongi very well __." Yeong-Ja lowers her gun ever so slightly. "To the outside, he's Min Yoongi, a reserved and calculative data analyst, best man to your boss Kim Seokjin. But to the inside world, he's Agust D, leader of the most feared mafia gang, Bangtan."

"I'm sorry sweetheart," Yoongi says. "I wanted to spare you from this. But now that you know our dirty little secret we can't possibly let you go."

So she's his right-hand man.

When Yoongi said they were coworkers, this was not what you were expecting.

How the fuck do you get out of this?

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A/N: Me through this whole thing...how do I write warnings without giving away the ending? Anyway, tysm for reading and LMK what you think 💞

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congrats on 4k, my fav writer! can i ask for buddha with fem!reader and number 14? it could be friends/lovers or something similar :) love you

# tags: scenario; strangers/?; a bit of comedy; fluff; size difference; human!reader; precious!reader; playful!buddha; ragnarok time; sfw

includes: female reader ft. buddha {ror}

author’s note: thank you so much, anonnie! love your idea so i hope you like it!

14. “Need some help, shortie?” 

Buddha loved to sit in nature surrounded by animals and plants, so exploring the gardens built in the arena was his favorite thing from the beginning of the first fight. He always sat under the trees with his favorite sweets, and sometimes he just took short naps; very often between conversations with other gods or the eldest Valkyrie and her younger sister.

Currently there was a battle between the most powerful sumo of the human world – Raiden Tameemon – and the god worshiped in India – Shiva. The Buddha was next, and his plan was slowly approaching its culmination. Before the fight, however, he wanted to rest and gather his thoughts, while enjoying a sweet snack in the form of a colorful lollipop, which he managed to smuggle.

Unfortunately (or not?), his favorite tree was taken. A young woman with a beautiful skin tone and a friendly-looking face was plucking juicy fruits in a shade of delicate purple mixed with pink from the huge plant. I would like to mention that she was not greedy and chose only very ripe fruit, ideal for harvesting. She had only three in her small basket and was trying to pick the last fruit, which unfortunately was much higher than she could reach. Her light dress looked really good on her body, while the jewelry decorating her neck and fingers perfectly emphasized the sparkle of her eyes and charming smile.

“Need some help, shortie?” The man stepped a little closer and glanced carefully at the petite woman.

When you turned around, he could have sworn you looked like a true goddess. You were just as beautiful – no – you were more beautiful than Aphrodite and definitely sweeter than the fruit in your hands. Your eyes expressed pure curiosity of the world, and your lips were twisted in a sincere, even childish smile. The necklace jumped slightly as you turned to your interlocutor, then greeted him with a slight bow.

“Only if you want... I’ll gladly accept your help.” You spoked timidly, causing the fair-haired sage only to nod. He quickly reached the beautiful plum from the branch and handed it to you. He was curious about you and really wondered who you were. After all, he had never met such a beautiful goddess before. Which religion were you from? “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Buddha.” He said softly, looking at you even more closely. Your voice as beautiful as the singing of nightingales in the morning, and the blush on your cheeks resembled juicy strawberries. “What pantheon are you from?” He asked curiously, and you only frowned, putting the fruit gently into a dark-colored wicker basket. Then you shook your head.

“Oh. I fight for humanity.” You replied with amusement, causing him mixed feelings. He was surprised; he did not expect that humanity has such beautiful women, and also so modest and delicate in her manner. “You may not know me because I died quite recently.” You added and the man nodded one more time. He wanted to know your story, your abilities, your problems. After all, everyone has one. “I’m seventh in line.”

Since Buddha was in the sixth round and you in the seventh, the deity hoped that you two would have a chance to meet again and talk for much longer; about life and death, about Ragnarok and about these sweet fruits... Like... Why did they catch your eye?

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A Thousand Ways

Chapter 3: "Her Eyes"

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Legend tries (and kinda fails) to figure out what he's going to be dealing with here.

Not Febuwhump (aka not whump, just continuing plot/fluff)

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Zelda was kind. She encouraged him to join her whenever he wanted and had given him free rein of the palace. She didn't seem to have a problem with him, not an ounce of distrust in the least.

Within a day, he was given a new red tunic that went over a white dress that cut off just above his knees. It didn't have the magic he wished it did, it wouldn't protect him from anything, but it was better than nightclothes.

"Red suits you," Zelda commented when he joined her outside the room he'd been staying in. She waved him to follow her. "You are free to do whatever you'd like, but you're also free to just accompany me throughout my day, and leave whenever you wish. I would ask that you stay within the castle grounds at least until your magic is restored."

He hummed and nodded to her. She gave him a small smile and continued down the hall.

He ended up following her the whole day, that innate feeling to trust her also drew him toward her. The guards here seemed similar to his era's own, arrogant and prideful but he'd seen so many whose behavior were less than even acceptable.

She had meetings with officials, mayors and lords, basically all the kinds of people that Legend really, really disliked.

It was dull, draining, but for some inexplicable reason, probably the number of guards around, he really didn't want to be left to be found by any guards alone. So he stuck by Zelda.

Near the end of the day, she met with some knight.

"Link, dear, this is my consort. Alphon," Legend startled a bit at both the term of endearment as well as the man.

"Nice t' meet ya, kid," the man said. Legend managed to nod to the man, shaking his offered hand but pulling back to sort of shift behind Zelda.

"Come."

Zelda led the way down the hall. Legend followed until they entered a room.

To his surprise, he was immediately hit by the sound of children's laughter and squeals.

"Momma!"

A little girl ran up and hugged Zelda, and a white-haired woman came from deeper in the room holding an even younger boy. Maybe four and two in their ages.

The little boy was quiet and made grabby hands at Zelda, who cooed and took him from the woman as the little girl bounced up to Alphon, calling him 'Papa.'

"Link, here," Zelda called and Legend startled as she lowered herself a bit to have the little boy at his eye level. "Link, this is Link."

The little boy, with strawberry blond, nearly pink hair, waved shyly, clearly a bit confused but also not about to ask.

Legend stared in slight surprise. He waved in return, giving a small smile. He didn't—He knew those eyes. Though exactly like this Zelda's, this little boy's eyes were the same, and both were exactly like Fable's, purple with golden flecks.

"Hi Link," he said softly.

He turned his head into his mother's shoulder, but Legend saw that little smile.

"Who're you?" The little girl appeared beside him.

"My name's Link, like his," he told her, kneeling down. Unlike Zelda, this little girl had blonde hair. Alphon had really blond hair, so Legend supposed it was from her dad's side. "What's yours?"

"Zelda! But Papa and Unc'a calls me Zellie."

"My best friend has the same name," Legend told her. "I've called her Zellie since we met."

"But I'm Zellie," she frowned. Then smiled. "That's okay, she can be Zellie too. Why did Momma bring you here?"

"I don't know," Legend glanced up at Zelda, who just smiled.

"Darling, why don't you and your brother show him your goats that Uncle gave you?"

Zellie lit up. "Okay!" Zelda set Little Link down and Zellie took Legend's hand and Little Link's hand to tug them over to the other side of the room.

Legend didn't know what Zelda's game was here, especially why she seemed to trust him so much to introduce him to her children, though it wasn't like he was able to kill or really hurt them as he was, especially not with their knight father just over there.

It was weird, she was so trusting of him. Maybe she had that same feeling he did, the instinctual feeling that she was safe, that she'd... he didn't know, protect him? That sounded about right. He didn't get where it came from, not in the least.

Zellie and Link definitely reminded him of Fable and himself, the way she spoke for him and how she kept him involved. Fable had done that for him back when he'd started acting as her bodyguard for that time between Cadence leaving and Ravio showing up. Link also was clearly a very quiet child, which Legend had been when he was young, he'd only left that phase when he trusted he could defend himself should his lack of social skills result in him accidentally insulting someone.

They were clearly bookish kids, if the numerous ones strewn across tables and the separated beds meant anything. They also had several stuffed animals beside the blue goats with the circle horns, they had a red dodongo, a kangaroo with childishly-made red mittens, a blue bear, and other assorted creatures. There was a toy harp alongside a wooden flute.

Legend sat and ended up playing with the two kids for probably an hour, Zelda soon joining, and Alphon lingering by the window and chatting amicably with the nursemaid.

Eventually, play time came to an end and they left for dinner. The two kids trailed after Legend, Zellie now asking him a dozen questions about himself, his childhood and friends and family, he found himself telling her as much as he could dare. He didn't mention his adventures if he could, and if he did, he called them vacations or trips. Link even tapped Zellie a few times, she'd look at him and a second passed before she had a brand new question to ask.

It was exhausting, but kids often were and Legend drastically preferred the exhaustion from spending too much time with children than the exhaustion of spending too much time with adults.

Dinner had been nice, Legend continued entertaining the kids' questions and ended up telling them the story of his fourth (technically fifth if he split up the oracle ones) adventure, though with different names and a bit embellished for the sake of a children's story. They both loved Ravio's character and found the merchant, as Legend played him, to be extremely entertaining.

The nursemaid —Impa, as she was introduced, unsurprisingly— and Zelda took the kids off to bed and Legend sagged once they were gone.

"You're good with them," Alphon commented and Legend tensed again, he'd forgotten about the consort's presence. "They adored you."

Legend shrugged noncommittally. "Kids are easy."

"Not once they decide to throw a tantrum," Alphon chuckled goodnaturedly. Legend really hated all of a sudden that Zelda had left too, she was a safe space in this castle of knights and guards and nobles. Alphon could be any kind of danger, even if he did remind Legend of...

"Easier than when adults throw a tantrum," Legend replied as tersely but politely as possible.

Alphon laughed. "I s'pose so. Ya know, the Queen thinks yer not from here."

Legend raised an eyebrow. What told her that? The fact that he fell through a portal?

"She thinks you're from an... alternate universe, world, I s'pose. Where the hero never saved Hyrule."

Legend frowned.

"The Hero of Light, his name is Link too, my brother actually, an' Zelda named her boy after him," Alphon explained. "She thinks... I think it as well, but surely ya saw it too, Link—the prince—he's yer spittin' image. His hair's pinker, but that streak is the same shade."

Legend thought about it for a moment. Thinking about the similarities, Alphon wasn't wrong that they were similar, especially in looks and behavior, but he shook his head.

"I'm no prince," he said. "I... I do come from another time, but I'm just an average nobody. Nothing more."

"That symbol on yer hand says somethin' else, lad."

Legend jerked his hand off the table, eyes narrowing and flicking toward the utensils near him and if Alphon had a sword near him, or anything larger than the cutlery.

"I don' mean i' ina bad way," Alphon assured, leaning back and holding his hands up. "Our 'ero's got the same thing on his hand. A birthmark, 'e said. Queen says it's the Triforce of Courage, we saw it when ya were out o' it."

Legend still glared, hand clutched to his chest and eyeing the cutlery.

"It ain't normal, s'what I mean," Alphon continued. "Yer the spittin' image of her boy, an' the Queen says ya feel like 'im too. Magic an' all."

Legend let that register.

"Any other ideas 'cept ya bein' the same boy but older an' wit' differen' s'periences?"

He thought about it, then shook his head again. "Can't be. Even if—I was raised on an orchard by my uncle and a farm with my grandparents. I know the Queen Zelda of my era, she's two years older than me, and we may be as close as siblings, but there's no blood. We'd know by now."

For how often bombshells were dropped on his life, he would've thought that had been one of the earlier ones. Besides, Uncle would've told him.

Alphon shrugged. "If yer sure, I'm just tellin' ya what we're thinkin'... and it won't matter if yer right, the Queen's basically already gone an' adopted ya."

He blinked and gave the man a baffled look.

Alphon laughed.

"Yew'll see it," Alphon assured. "She ain't bein' subtle, that's fer sure."

He silently shook his head. He wasn't a prince, not by blood that's for sure. If he had been... then why wasn't he raised with Fable? Why hadn't he known his sister?

Next>>

#linked universe #lu legend #linkeduniverse #legend lu #fanfic #lu fanfiction #linked universe fanfic #lu dusk #not really whump #just some plot fluff #lu fable #she's mentioned enough I think she gets a tag #prosie writes #a thousand ways au

[olive-gardens-breadstick]

MORE DC HEADCANNONS

bruce wears his mothers pearls, he gathered every last pearl in his little hands before the police got there and either had the necklace remade by a trusted jeweler whom he watched over as they did or remade it him self (after doing copious amounts of research of course)

monopoly and clue are banned from game night

diana is supposed to be the goddess of the moon and hunt, in Greek mythology but diana is actually the goddess for that in roman mythology. now

Aphrodite made the gauntlets she wears to like make sure she uses her powers for good (i think dont quote me on that) what if zeus suppressed his actual daughter, artemis within diana so she would kill ares when the time came (bc rome came after greece and diana wouldnt know ares wa her bother)

when bruce’s kids find the pictures on him with the cats (most of the notes on the back are written by oliver or martha) then spend hours looking through them because their dad is happy in these photos!!! he’s smiling!!

they also digitize them all (front and back) and put them on a flash drive shaped like a paw

after finding them in the attic they decide to snoop around for some more pictures of their dad before batman and find ONE (1) photo of him oliver harvey and harley at a drive in dress as the characters from rocky horror (bruce - dr frankenfurter oliver - janet harvey - brad harley - magenta) upon finding this the immediately to question them they go as civilians and get nothing out of oliver almost nothing out of harvey and way more than they asked from harley

despite being an alien clark is terrified of the ‘alien’ movies

clark met bruce as a teenager and bruce is so thrilled clark has no recollection of this

before they found out bruce was batman he was the justice leagues ‘if i had to pick a guy’ and it took oliver every fiber of his being to not think about it or piss himself laughing

the teen titans and young justice and similar situations when dick and tim were robin

at one point steph said ‘we cannot possibly ALL be dating superman it is not mathematically possible’ at dinner

damien is the only one to ever actually date a superman (jon) and when they ask jon why he would date damien he just shrugs and says ‘once he stops biting and you start to observe him carefully you can see he cares a lot just like bruce!’

the ‘just like bruce’ comment sends them into the stratosphere and they immediately start observing and sure enough jon was right bruce doesn’t say much but does things, when one of them mentions something something about it is done and dealt with (tim’s grapple got crumpled by bane? a new updated version is by his suit next patrol. cass mentions she wants black point shoes? in her bag and broke in by her next practice. steph mentions how she wants batburger before patrol? she’s gotten it twice before the night is over.) they mention this at the league while bruce is away and oliver confirms he’s always been like that, something he got from his mom

star fire hates the taste of actual strawberries but loves strawberry flavoring

kon loves lemon anything and once was in the news for just eating a lemon (tim and rest absolutely flamed him for it)

dream tried to skate board in a dream once and ate shit( it rained in the dreaming for two weeks)

dream’s favorite human food is an extinct banana

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #clark kent #superman #dc #dc headcanon #dc headcanons #diana of themiscyra #diana prince #wonderwoman #oliver queen #green arrow #harley quinn #harvey dent #two face #jon el #jonathan kent #conner kent #kon el #martha wayne #thomas wayne #dream of the endless #the sandman #lord morpheus

[dunnswrld]

i was reading ab the bam x it girl!reader you did (it was so amazing btw) and it had me thinking about a bunch of the guys with a famous gf and my favourite one of chris with the airhead, karen smith, no thoughts going on but has a good heart girlie of the film / music industry. like she's not the smartest but she is the sweetest and would play similar characters, a bit like brittany murphy

I LOVE KAREN SMITH THAT IS MY GIRL!!!

but i totally see out of all the guys chris actually dating a bimbo cause he’s kinda a himbo

when chris told the guys he had gotten a girlfriend and that she’s coming to the house party they were currently at because she’s close friends with the host who was a big time director so they didn’t know exactly what to expect.

all the guys waited at the door with chris for you, not because they wanted to be good friends no no because they wanted to see what you would look like. they wondered what girl chris could attract, the image in all their heads was a girl who was tough on the jeans, liked traveling like chris, and was probably into films if she was close with the host of the party.

so when the bimbo of hollywood strolled through the door the rest of the guys payed mind to her, she had a lot of big tv and movie rolls along with countless modeling gigs because she was just that pretty. in the nicest way possible she was a complete airhead, not a thought behind her eyes but what outfit she should wear next. but she was the sweetest girl in hollywood, she had a big heart and everyone knew even people who haven’t even met her in person.

plus it was hard not to look at her when her outfit was hard to miss; a real short and tight pink dress with matching pink feathers on the hem along with pink heels that had the same feathers on the straps. they also took note of how expensive her jewelry looked, it was so shiny even in the dimly lit house.

she stopped near the door and seemed to be looking for someone with big doe eyes and a slight frown on her lips that were painted with a thin coat of glittery lip gloss.

the guys watched as her gaze moved to their group who were standing near the door but not close enough to annoy any people who pass. all the guys immediately fixed themselves to try and look more attractive to maybe the hottest girl they had ever seen looking over at them.

her eyes lit up and her frown immediately turned into a large smile. she began to gently move through the crowd as quick as she could and when she thought she was close enough to the group she yelled out,

“chris!”

the guys eyes widened as their jaws dropped, how on earth was their stinky chris dating hollywoods hottest girl?

“there you are babe!”

chris said with a smile before you jumped into his arms to give him a big hug, one of your legs kicking up as the other balanced you on your thin heel. chris could smell your strawberry scented perfume as he hugged you. he loved the smell on you, he thought it made you really as sweet as candy.

when you pulled away from the hug you placed a big kiss on chris’s cheek, your glittery lipgloss making a obvious print on his cheek. chris really didn’t care about the sticky glittery substance on his cheek though, he just loved how affectionate you were.

after kissing chris’s cheek you wiped the corners of your mouth and began to dig in your purse until you pulled out a tube of the same gloss along with a small pocket mirror. you popped open the small bedazzled mirror and twisted open the tube and began to slide the wand across your lips as chris wrapped an arm around your waist.

“this is my girlfriend, if that wasn’t obvious already.”

“you just thought to leave out the part of her being a movie star?”

“aw! you think im a movie star thats so nice!”

the guys would exchange glances with one another before you began to speak up again.

“wait aren’t you those guys who got popular for doing like funny things? kinda like chris?”

“uh babe.. these guys got popular with me.. they’re my close friends remember?”

most the guys couldn’t even believe that chris had to remind you who his own friends were then ask if they were people who got famous off doing things like chris when they all got popular together, from the same tv show, that they all were on.

“oh my god you guys are the rest of the jackass guys?! no way that’s like so cool! i watched your guy’s first movie and it was so gross in the best way possible!”

“thanks doll thats just what we were going for.”

“aren’t you a little charmer? are you from around here? you have an accent!”

“well ya see i’m actually from-”

“oop! hold that thought sir i just saw a friend i need to chat with asap! ill be right back chris!”

you quickly gave chris a peck on the cheek before rushing into the crowd house while holding up your manicured hand and yelling your friends name.

“she’s great isn’t she?”

“yeah, great if you like bimbos.”

#jackass #chris pontius #chris pontius imagines #chris pontius imagine #chris pontius fanfic #chris pontius fanfiction #chris pontius fic #chris pontius one shot #chris pontius headcannons #chris pontius headcannon #chris pontius x reader #jackass imagine #jackass imagines #jackass fic #jackass fanfic #jackass fanfiction #jackass oneshot #jackass headcannon #jackass headcannons #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville #bam margera #ryan dunn #steve o #jackass forever #dave englad #ehren mcghehey #preston lacy #wee man

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (You are here)

Breakfast

Lies of P fanfiction, P x Original Character, Ai Somnium universe

Category: Family, Romance, Slice of Life

Summary: P and his family have breakfast. It's a very chill and mundane chapter, so if you would like to read about P just having a peaceful morning with his family, this is for you.

Please read this first before you read the chapter! A short Good To Know pointers before you start:

This takes place in the AI Somnium universe

Think of this universe as reality similar to ours, but the technology in this one is much more advanced. (You could say like Black Mirror, but not as bleak)

I strongly recommend searching "AI ball somnium" before you start, so you have an idea of how AI balls look like.

It is spoiler free, so if you haven't finished Lies of P, it is safe for you to read.

It is also spoiler free for AI Somnium enjoyers.

Bonus image of Kanra and Jeremy at the end.

Please, enjoy.

Carlos was all dressed up and ready for the trip to the zoo. He had his dark blue shirt on, which had a very cool green t-rex on it and a pair of jeans. The only thing he was missing was his sneakers. Since his parents were really slow, he still had time to just laze around in his slippers. After greeting Eggbert, the hedgehog that was living under a bush in their garden, little Carlos ran into the house to see if his parents were up yet. The two AI balls followed close behind.

When Carlos entered the house, he saw that his parents were halfway done with dressing up, but decided to come and make breakfast like that. His mother was wearing her comfortable black outgoing pants and a dark pink shirt, while his father was only done halfway, he just had his black jeans on. This must have been because his father just finished shaving and he didn't like to do that with his outgoing shirt on.

Making breakfast was a family activity for them. Usually, it was just P and Carlos who could do this activity in the morning, but since Gloria was on vacation, this now was again a whole family routine.

Gloria made her way to the fridge, while P began making their mugs of coffee, tea and cocoa. Since mom was home, Carlos' duties of preparing vegetables were now given to her. Carlos hugged his chicken - which let out a long squeak in response, making P let a small chuckle- and walked up to his mom, who was rummaging in the fridge.

"Mama? Do we have any strawberry jam?" Carlos asked. Furrowing her brows, her mom began searching for that,

"Hold on sweetie, let me- Yes, we do. Would you like to have some?"

"Yes, please!"

With a smile, she grabbed the small container of strawberry jam and gave it to her son, "Here you go. And while you're at it, please set the plates too."

Carlos thanked her mother and walked up to his dad, who already prepared the plates, with napkins on the counter. The boy took it away from his father and brought them and the small container to the breakfast table. He then put the jam down close to his side of the table and began putting the plates in order. From his periphery vision, he saw the two AI balls, now standing on the table, silently discussing something between each other, with gestures. Then, Kanra popped his propeller out and flew towards the pantry, while Jeremy began folding the napkins that were on the table.

Kanra reappeared with a bag of pre-sliced bread and headed towards the table. P met him halfway, thanked the AI ball, opened the bag of bread up and placed it on the table. Jeremy finished with folding the napkins and by the time he set them around the plates, Kanra landed next to him and they high-fived each other. They then decided to sit down next to the bread and watch the family dine.

"When we're done with breakfast, we need to prepare some food for the trip." Gloria said as she put a container of butter in the center of the table then turned to the counter to prepare vegetables. P set down the mugs for everyone and sat down at his side of the table which was opposite of Gloria's and to his son's right side. Carlos then set his rubber chicken next to his plate.

"Why do we need to bring food to the zoo?" P asked as he began buttering a slice of bread, the two AIs watching him. He was secretly hoping she was planning to feed the animals.

"Because Gloria is part of the fun police." Kanra chimed in and Jeremy agreed with a series of nods, but stopped when P looked at him with a raised eyebrow, halting his buttering process for a second. He then finished and put the buttered bread to Carlos' plate and began preparing another. Just as he was finished, Carlos put a plate with a lot of sliced hams on it in front of his father. The boy took a slice and dropped it on his buttered bread. 

"Well, a trip to the zoo usually takes a day, so we'll need to eat." Gloria replied without turning to look at P, and continued chopping tomatoes for their breakfast,  "The zoo has restaurants but they are pretty expensive." Carlos dropped another slice of ham on his ham. P internally deflated. He was hoping he could feed horses or even the bunnies. 

"Treat yourself." Jeremy said and watched as Carlos dropped an unbuttered bread on top of his slices of ham. "You guys rarely have a family day out, so why not go all out?"

"Yes, but these restaurants and diners at the zoo ask for a lot." Gloria replied and finished prepping. She brought the plate of vegetables to the table and P immediatley snatched a leek and chomped on it, "And honestly, they don't taste that good to cost that much." She sat down at her plate, which also had a buttered slice of bread and P was just finishing buttering his. Kanra began watching Carlos as the little boy hummed and grabbed the strawberry jam and a butter knife and began spreading the jam on top of his sandwich, making Kanra's eyes narrow. 

"Yeah, but it's faster if we just eat there. It's your vacation, let's have fun." P said gently with a smile and Gloria felt herself flush. She sighed and took a sip from her coffee.

"Fine, you win." Carlos began to put tomatoes, slices of leeks and onions on his plate, completely ignoring the conversation his parents were having, "I guess it's part of the experience. You're right." She then grabbed a few slices of ham and both parents began prepping their breakfast.

"I forgot the salt!" Gloria suddenly said and Carlos stood up from his seat.

"I will get it for you, mama!" Carlos said and walked to the counter and grabbed the saltshaker and then a box of cereal. 

"Thank you, sweetie." Gloria replied warmly and gave her son a peck on the cheek as her son put down the saltshaker in front of her. The little boy then proceeded to take a seat and put down the box of cereal. Jeremy was now also watching the boy, the black of his eye now became a small dot, just like Kanra's.

P was about to bite into his peanutbutter sandwich but froze midway when he noticed his son was pouring cornflakes onto his own sandwich. The cluttering sound of cornflakes landing on the plate drew Gloria's attention and she also froze when she noticed that her son was making.... something.

"Son?" P began cautiously. Carlos innocently peered up from the cereal box, not stopping the rain of cornflakes onto his plate.

"Yes, papa?" more cornflakes fell onto the plate, as Carlos didn't tilt the box up and they now landed on his vegetables too.

"....What are you making?" P asked slowly as he watched a small mountain of cornflakes emerging on his son's plate.

"A diarrhea sandwich from the looks of it." Gloria whispered, horrified and Carlos finally tilted the cereal box back with a happy smile. The plate in front of the boy now looked positively ghastly, especially with the soggy cornflakes that landed in the vegetables.

"A strawberryjam-ham-and-cereal sandwich!" Carlos replied happily, "It is very very tasty and crunchy!"

"Searching for this recipe, I found this sandwich is called, 'the Sinner's Sandwich' on the internet." Jeremy informed all the occupants in the room and watched as Carlos grabbed the sandwich, making a lot of the cornflakes slide and bounce off either onto the table or the floor. The little boy managed to scatter cornflakes everywhere, but both of his parents were too shocked to react. And Kanra was too busy recording it all, so he could send it to Victor later. Victor was Gloria's colleague and his creator.

He then took a happy bite from his creation, much to Gloria's dismay and P's fascination. Jeremy continued, "Many users have created their own twist of this recipe. Overall opinion of this sandwich, is that is tasty and the jam complements the ham." Jeremy helpfully concluded. P then continued eating his own breakfast, satisfied with what he heard. To him, it was fine, since it was not poisonous or anything.

"But certainly, not with this much cornflakes." Kanra added, his synthetic voice mortified as he watched Carlos munch happily. The boy then reached for his cocoa, which made Gloria speak up,

"Honey, I don't think it's a good idea to drink cocoa to that." Carlos blinked and grabbed the mug anyway,

"Why?"

"Because I'm sure your tummy might hurt if you drink it." Gloria tried to give her son a mild reply.

"The chance of you getting diarrhea is high if you drink cocoa to strawberry jam." Kanra helpfully said, which made Gloria give her AI partner a flat look. 

"But I have eaten this before and drank cocoa and didn't have diorama after it." Carlos blinked, confused. His boy's misuse of the word startled P and he chocked on his sandwich, making him quickly grab his mug of tea. Gloria was unconvinced, but to her dismay, her son just took a sip of his cocoa and continued demolishing the cornflakes monster he created. Gloria then turned her head to her beloved with a look of disbelief. With so much corn flakes added to his food, Carlos' crunchy munching became a background music for their breakfast.

"You're not shocked?" she asked him, and P looked at her, then shrugged his shoulders. CRUNCH CRUNCH.

"I've seen you do worse, to be honest. Also, it does sound tasty." CRUNCH CRUNCH. "Just with a reasonable amount of cornflakes, of course." P added with a smile and brought his mug of tea to his lips. CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH, SLLRRP. 

"You've seen me do worse?" Gloria was now very surprised and this made her son's Godzilla like demolition of that monstrosity momentarily forgotten. P just finished taking a sip and put down his mug and gave her an expectant look. CRUNCH KRRKK CRUNCH.

When she didn't respond, he raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, "Ria. Come on."

"What did I do?"

"Broke every gastro law in existence." Kanra said. Gloria took a sip of her coffee and tried to think of the worst edible crime she committed, but she found none.

"Oh come on! The worst I did was dipping my cheeseburger in my ice cream!"

"You seriously don't remember?" P asked in disbelief.

"Or maybe she's suppressing her memories." Kanra added helpfully.

"I think you should psync with her, pal!" Jeremy said and punched in the air, "She must have a mental lock that needs opening."

"Nice try, but P can't psync with me." Gloria grinned at the green AI ball.

"Whafff a fffinkffing?" Carlos asked with his mouth full with cornflakes, among other things. CRUNCH CRUNCH.

"It's what mommy does for work." P replied to his son and his little boy responded with a confirming crunch,"Don't talk with your mouth full, pipsqueak. We don't want your breakfast to go down the wrong pipe." he chided his son gently.

"Fowwy pffaffa." Carlos apologetically said and continued demolishing his breakfast in silence. P then turned back to Gloria who was still trying to think of what was more horrifying than a Sinner's Sandwich.

"Sweetie, do you remember when you were pregnant?" P quietly asked his significant other who slowly raised her head and furrowed her eyebrows. He felt his chest get a bit warm. She still had this effect on him, even years later.

"Of course I do, I... Oh." her eyes widened and then she grinned "The watermelons."

P smiled warmly, "Yes, dear."

Carlos finished his breakfast and silently watched his parents. His mother was blushing furiously, while his father looked at her with a warm and loving expression. He was confused, so he had to ask, "Papa? What about the watermelons?"

P then directed his gaze at his son, "Your mother craved watermelon almost all the time and she loved combining it with almost everything. Literally everything. From chocolate to mustard."

"And yoghurt." Kanra helpfully added.

"And pickles." Jeremy also added helpfully.

"Alright, alright, I admit it." Gloria held up her hands. She had been defeated twice now this day. "I still hold the crown for eating weird sh-stuff." She quickly corrected herself at the end. P grabbed two slices of bread and looked at her expectantly. When she glanced back quizzically, P just nodded towards Carlos' empty plate and then looked back at her. 

She let out a sigh, "Fine, but just one bite."

P smiled and asked his son to help him make the Sinner's Sandwich, much to the little boy's joy. Gloria let out a sigh and watched as father and son put together that very unique sandwich. She figured they'll be arriving at the zoo much later than she expected. But it was worth it.

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Thank you for reading! :)

the Sinner's Sandwich is from Deadly Premonition 1, an all time favorite game of mine.

As a bonus, have some images of Kanra and Jeremy. These are just recolors of Aiba from Ai Somnium, so the design belongs to Spike Chunsoft!

Kanra, in hamster form:

Jeremy, in hamster form:

#lies of p #p #pinocchio #original character #family #chill #fanfiction #romance #fluff #lies of p x oc #lop x oc #lies of p x reader

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Amamiya Henri Main Story — Chapter 06

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Henri: What…! By any chance, are you…?

Henri’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the person behind me.

Henri: Shuji!?

Shuji: Um, yes?

Everyone seemed to be shocked to see Shuji with short hair.

Henri: The long hair was a wig!?

Shuji: Yep, that’s right.

Henri: Wow, that’s a fresh new look! Right, Ritsu?

Ritsu: … I’m already used to seeing him like this.

Henri: Ah, right, you guys are childhood friends.

Henri said and paused to think for a moment, then he looked at Ritsu again.

Ritsu: What?

Henri: I wonder if you’ll look as good as Shuji if you dress like a lady.

Henri: Would you look cute and pretty?

Ritsu: … HUH?

Shuji: Right!? My mother used to tell Ritsu that—

Ritsu panicked and immediately interrupted Shuji.

Ritsu: … W-Wait. What are you about to tell them!?

Ritsu: Shuji, don’t talk about the past!

(It’s so lively here.)

While listening to their conversations, I picked up some meat and vegetables from the barbecue pit and placed them on my plate.

(At first, I didn’t know what would happen here.)

I recalled the day when I first came to the Sakuragi.

== Flashback Start ==

Kyoichiro: But this house is full of men.

Henri: It’s dangerous, like a den of wolves.

== Flashback End ==

(The Sakuragi is a much more lively and enjoyable place than I expected. I’ve been worry-free so far.)

Koki: Evan is clinging to Kyoichiro like glue.

Henri: Haha I’m so happy for you, Kyoichiro. You’re so well-loved.

Kyoichiro: Quit mocking me.

As everyone in the Sakuragi’s garden erupted into laughter again, Henri suddenly looked away from them…

(Oh…)

Our eyes met when I was staring at him, and he immediately rushed towards me.

Henri: Are you eating well? If you don’t hurry and grab food, Haruto will gobble it all up.

MC: Yes I am! Thanks.

(Did he notice that I was staring at him?)

I tried to brush it off naturally by putting some vegetables in my mouth.

I glanced to my side and saw Henri using his phone to take pictures of everyone.

Henri: Haha Kyoichiro and Eisuke are squabbling again. They never get tired of it.

MC: … Henri, do you enjoy taking pictures?

Henri: Well, I’d be similar to a certain jerk if I were to say I love photography… but I kind of like it.

I couldn’t hold back my smile when I realised that I probably know who that ‘jerk’ Henri was referring to.

Henri: I like to upload photos onto social media for other people to see, but I also enjoy looking through them and recalling those memories.

Henri: I tend to talk about how it was back then when those photos were taken, and perhaps how things could’ve been.

MC: That does sound like something you would do.

Henri: Is that so?

Henri’s smile was calm, but it seemed to be hiding something…

(I wonder what kind of photos he takes.)

MC: If you don’t mind, can I have a look at the photos you took?

Henri: Sure! Here you go~

Henri handed me his phone without any hesitation.

In the phone’s gallery, I saw a variety of photos, from landscapes to animals.

MC: There are many photos of clothing too. Oh?

As I casually scrolled through the gallery, I saw a photo of pancakes with strawberry toppings.

MC: Wow, this looks delicious!

Henri: Oh, yes. The pancakes at this place are amazing.

MC: Do you like pancakes?

Henri: Yup. I like all kinds of dessert.

Henri: Whenever I hear of a new dessert place opening, I’ll go as soon as possible!

MC: I see I see

Henri: MC, do you like desserts too?

MC: Yeah. I used to go to cafes with Shuji a lot, but I’ve been very busy with work recently and our off-days never match…

(Now that I think of it, I indeed haven’t done that in a while.)

Henri: Well then—

Henri: Want to go with me?

MC: …! Sure!

When I answered enthusiastically while clutching his phone, Henri gave me a cheerful smile.

Henri: Then it’s decided~

Henri: Let’s go after the upcoming ‘Own The Night’ performance.

MC: … Okay.

Henri held out his little finger, so I did out the same and we made a pinky promise.

Henri: Make a pinky promise— what’s the second line?

MC: If I break it…?

Henri: Ah! If I break it, I’ll be pricked by a balloonfish.

*This is the japanese equivalent of ‘cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye’.

We did a little handshake and laughed, then separated our intertwined pinky fingers.

(The way he asked me out was smooth.)

(And I made a pinky promise with him…)

As I looked down at my pinky finger that was still tingling from his touch, Henri chuckled.

Henri: MC, you’re so easy to read.

Henri: Are you thinking that I’m one of those kind of guys who are used to asking girls out?

Henri: I’m telling you that’s not the case, okay?

MC: Really!?

I couldn’t hold myself from saying that out loud.

Henri: I’m serious. I usually eat desserts alone.

Henri: Otherwise, I occasionally invite Ritsu or Kyoichiro to eat with me. But…

Henri put his hand next to my ear and whispered sweetly.

Henri: You’re special, MC.

Henri: … Just kidding~

Henri grinned mischievously as he pulled away.

MC: That’s why you seem like a player!

Henri: What—

Henri: Um, do you hate it?

MC: I don’t mind, but it really does make you look like a mega flirt.

Henri: Oh really? All I did was tell you the truth though.

MC: I…

(Don’t be fooled, MC.)

I repeated that in my head countless times, but my cheeks wouldn’t stop burning.

Henri: You’re beet red.

MC: … Don’t mind me. It must be because of the fire from the barbecue pit.

Henri: Haha if you say so.

Haruto: Henri, the fire went out.

Henri: Kyoichiro isn’t there? Wait a minute, I’ll go get something to start the fire.

Gaku: What’s this?

Gaku was at a nearby table, poking something soft and white with his chopsticks.

Henri: Ah, that’s a marshmallow dessert MC made!

Koki: Hey Gaku, it’s rare to see you interested in food.

Gaku: Yeah. … I don’t have to chew too much with this one.

Henri: Hahaha that’s true.

Henri returned to the main house with a smile on his face.

(Henri is cheerful, dependable, and a happy pill.)

(He’s an amazing guy who can do almost anything. But…)

== Flashback Start ==

Henri: But…

Henri: You’re special, MC.

== Flashback End ==

I shook my head as I felt my cheeks start to heat up again.

(This is dangerous. I have to be careful not to misunderstand his intentions.)

I shoved some meat into my mouth to distract myself from those thoughts.

That night…——

I was in my bedroom, the invitation to ‘Own The Night’ in my hands.

(The barbecue tonight was fun, but I’m looking forward to the live concert more.)

(I’m so nervous… my heart is going wild…)

(There’s one more thing I’m looking forward to.)

== Flashback Start ==

Henri: Let’s go after the upcoming ‘Own The Night’ performance.

== Flashback End ==

(I’m looking forward to… hanging out with Henri.)

With a huge amount of anticipation and excitement in my heart, it was finally the day of the ‘Own The Night’ performance ——

I returned to the Sakuragi after my piano classes.

(I thought I’d have enough time to go home and wash up before heading to the venue.)

Right when I was about to rush back out of the Sakuragi because I didn’t have enough time…

Henri: Oh, MC.

MC: H-Henri!?

I happened to run into Henri at the main entrance still in his suit.

MC: What’s the matter? I thought you went to the venue immediately after work…

Henri: I came home because I left something behind. I have to hurry or else Kyoichiro and the others will get mad at me.

Henri: Are you leaving now?

MC: Yup! I’m running late.

Henri: Then…

Henri held the car keys up in front me and grinned.

Henri: Shall I give you a lift?

(Never have I ever imagined that I’d be in a car with Henri as the driver.)

MC: … Thanks for the offer.

My heart was racing and I was about to get into the passenger seat when…

Henri: Oh wait—

Henri reached over from the driver’s seat and adjusted the passenger seat’s chair to make it more comfortable for me.

Henri: Alright. You can get on now~

MC: Thanks.

Henri: Let’s go—!

Henri happily exclaimed as he took the wheel.

MC: Y-Yeah.

Henri: Have you double checked whether you left anything behind?

When I glanced over at the driver’s seat, my eyes met Henri’s and he gave me a warm smile.

(The way he’s attentive to details is perhaps another reason for his popularity among ladies.)

#ikemen live #ikelive main story #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #henri main story

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Meet Alexandra Caroline Speedwagon (adopted by Speedwagon and my Phantom Blood OC, Alicia)

Here's the next of my Jojo's Bizarre Adventure OCs, Alexandra!

If you haven't seen my first OC, Alicia, here's her post!

As before, I will include the bio!

Name: Alexandra Caroline Speedwagon 

Species: Human (Hamon user)

Age at the start of Battle Tendency: 21

Height: 5’7

Hair: Auburn with strawberry blonde highlights, Merida curls, down to the bottom of the shoulder blades.

Eyes: Hetrochromatic. Left eye is hazel and right is grey.

Skin: Fairly tan with freckles spattered over her upper half, concentrated on her face and shoulders. 

Build: Slightly stocky, but not bulky. Wider shoulders with a fairly slim waist. Muscular without being overly so. Not to be underestimated.

Outfits: Mostly button-up shirts with high-waisted pants. If it’s a more formal occasion, she’ll wear skirts or a dress, but she doesn’t really like wearing them. In winter, she wears peacoats on top with beanies and fur-lined boots. In summer, she wears shorts and short pantsuits. 

Abilities: Some Hamon uses. Mostly just the basics, but she knows the basics really well. She focused a bit more on healing than fighting. And then she trains with Lisa Lisa and got a lot better at fighting and gained some more healing tips. 

Personality: Similar to Joseph, but not quite to his level. She has more awareness of the consequences of her actions and isn't as self-centered as Joseph, but is still a goofball who will prank you or fight you at a moment’s notice. Has a lot of respect for those who earn her respect, like her parents, Erina, and Joseph to some degree. Has no respect for people who pick on others for no reason. 

Occupation: Former family headache, current CEO of the Speedwagon Foundation.

Misc: Alex must have a cup of coffee in the morning. Otherwise, she’ll be whiney and complaining of a headache all day.

She got bullied for her heterochromia when she was younger, and her and Joseph got into fights about it growing up.

Her and Joseph are protective of each other and refer to each other as siblings, which confuses a lot of people.

She’s also very protective of her family and Erina. Heaven forbid anyone threaten them. Expect to be beaten the shit out of.

She met Ceasar Zepelli at a charity gala, they danced together, and he was intrigued by her after she caught on to his Hamon kiss and got mad at him about it. Then he spoke to Speedwagon about her and got her address, sending her letters explaining himself and they become friends, then start dating a little while later, just passing their two-year anniversary when Battle Tendency starts. Joseph doesn’t approve of this Italian Casanova ‘stealing his sister’, so they still have that ‘rivals to kind of friends to best friends’ dynamic. 

Hope you guys like her! :)

#fanfiction #original character #original female character #OC Insertion #Alexandra Caroline Speedwagon #Bizarre Adventures of the Secondary Characters #Don't have a tag for her fanfiction yet lol #jjba oc #jjba

[short-hot-stories]

Erica's Man: The Wedding Night

My Wedding Night turned out to be more than I bargained for! 

by MysteryTe.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories

We got married in August, and the day was perfect. Everything that needed to go well, did. The weather was beautiful, the food was delicious, and the party was amazing. Most of all, my bride, Erica, was perfection. She always is, of course. She's 28, slim, slightly above average height, with small but pert breasts and a pretty face. Her legs are firm and toned, and so is her bum. That day, she seemed to transcend beyond her normal gorgeousness though, leaving me stunned. Her long strawberry blonde hair held in waves and her dress... I'd never seen a more breath-taking sight as when she walked down the aisle.

The DJ finished at half past midnight, and our guests began to make their way to their rooms in the hotel. After almost everybody left, there were a few of us still up, namely my wife's younger sister Alice, my brother and his wife, Erica's brother Alan, and a female guest he had been working on unsuccessfully all night! As it reached 2am, the last of us decided to make our way up to bed. I, of course, was very ready to head to the bridal suite, as I was looking forward to finally removing that beautiful dress from my new wife. Alan offered to walk the other guest back to her room, and my brother and sister-in-law took their leave.

At last it was just me, Erica and Alice. We all headed upstairs together. Alice's suite was next to ours so she walked upstairs with us. As we were about to say goodnight, she pulled a thoughtful face, before asking, "I hadn't thought about the buttons. Would you mind if I came in and perhaps your new hubby can help undo them for me?"

I looked at the back of the dress. There were a lot of buttons, as there were on the back of Erica's bridal gown. In fairness, there was no way Alice would be able to unfasten them all herself. "It's ok with me," I answered, looking to Erica for guidance. Normally I'd have been all for this. Alice is five years younger than my wife at 23, but similar in build and not dissimilar in looks, but with slightly larger breasts and a rounder, very pert bum. Helping her to remove her dress would offer me the opportunity to get a good look at her shapely legs and that bottom. She was also looking stunning today, a vision as chief bridesmaid. Plus, she obviously needed help, but I was very much looking forward to removing my new wife's gown!

"Of course it's fine!" Erica laughed. She and Alice had always been close, and I knew she'd respond the way she did. I unlocked the door and we all headed into our gorgeous bridal suite. The large bed took up the majority of one half of the room, but the rest of the suite was plenty big enough, with a table and chairs in one corner, a sofa by the wall and of course a large dressing table by another.

As the door shut, Alice suggested that actually we should both help Erica with her buttons first. I was about to argue, as I had plans for her, as soon as I could get enough buttons undone, but she continued, pointing out it would allow Erica to get herself ready. She gave me a pointed look at that, and I saw Erica nod out of the corner of my eye, so I bit my tongue and we set to work unbuttoning all ninety-something of the buttons on the dress.

I started at the top, and as I revealed more and more of my new wife's back, the inevitable happened and I felt the blood start to redirect to my cock. It was a little awkward, knowing that Alice, who was unbuttoning on her knees right next to me, could almost certainly see the bulge in my pants growing. Still, this was my wedding night, so I contented myself with the thought that with Alice's help, Erica would be out of the dress twice as fast.

Sure enough, soon Alice and I met in the middle. We both grasped for the last button, and her hands closed around mine. She quickly pulled away, grazing my erection as she did so. Looking up at me, she blushed and must have seen me do the same as she giggled and murmured an amused, "sorry," as she stood up and turned around.

Erica looked around as I undid the last button, and seeing Alice had her back to us, stepped out of the dress and turned to face me. Braless, her pert breasts showed rock hard nipples, telling me she was as horny as I was. Her wedding lingerie was a beautiful pair of almost see-through lacy panties and a similarly lacy garter, which caused my erection to strain against my pants again.

"You look beautiful," I whispered, and she smiled back, before pressing herself against me so I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, and planting a long, sensuous kiss on my lips.

As she stepped away again, I noticed her panties were growing a dark, moist patch at the front and I almost pulled her back towards me, until she reminded me, "Sort Alice's dress out now. I'll just get ready in the bathroom."

As she turned away, I turned my attention to her sister, waiting patiently by the sofa with her back to us. Looking at her dress, a long, pale blue, I was glad to see that while there were plenty of buttons, there were nowhere near as many as on Erica's. I started from the bottom this time, working my way up and Alice silently stretched her arms out in front of her. As I came up to her bottom, the dress started to open up, allowing me a perfect view of her pert, round arse. The buttons kept going and I was able to enjoy the unfolding view of her bum framed with pale blue, lacy thong panties. I kept unbuttoning, revealing her also braless back. She groaned in satisfaction as the tight dress loosened, and then caught me by surprise as she leaned right forwards, pressing her arms against the arm of the sofa. I had to step forwards to unfasten the last couple of buttons, and my crotch pressed against her bum. I was relieved to realise my cock had at least drooped to a semi, although it began to twitch again as it nestled between her cheeks. I could only hope she couldn't feel it.

The last button came loose just as Alice straightened back up, and the entire dress fell to the floor around her. She jerked around and as I stepped quickly away I couldn't help seeing beautiful, perky breasts fully on show, rock hard nipples poking out above a flawless body, toned and slim with a couple centimetre gap I couldn't help noticing between her thighs. She stared at me for couple of seconds, before she slowly but deliberately covered her breasts. I stammered an apology.

She smiled and chuckled. "It doesn't matter. We're family now. I'll go and tell Erica I'm out of my dress." A quick glance to my crotch told her I was fully erect again, and she smiled to herself as she lowered her arm to her side, showing me her breasts, before she stepped around me and headed to the bathroom. I assumed Erica would give her a towel or something to go back to her room in, and I began to undress, laying my jacket on the sofa and removing my shoes, before taking off my tie and unbuttoning my top buttons, making myself comfortable for Erica's return.

Erica came out of the bathroom quickly, closing the door behind her. She kissed me and then stepped back, holding something behind her back. I admired her almost naked body for a second, and then asked what she had behind her back.

"All in good time," she responded, before directing me to take a chair from under the table and sit on it in the middle of the room, facing away from her. I did as I was told, and was almost immediately blindfolded. "Won't be a second," she whispered, and a few seconds later I heard her open the bathroom door, and shortly afterwards the room door opened briefly and then closed again. Alice must have left. Idly I wondered what she'd used to cover up.

Sat in darkness, I could only wait for what would happen next. My erection strained in anticipation. Soon, I felt Erica's lips against mine, as she kissed me, long and deep. She whispered to me to keep my hands by my side, as her hands roamed my body, first unbuttoning my shirt, before moving to the clasp of my belt. She undid this and unbuttoned my pants, before pulling them down. I lifted my feet and she removed them, before pulling off my socks. She stood again between my legs and then climbed atop to straddle me. Her breasts pressed against my face and I sucked and licked her hard nipples as she ground herself against my rock hard cock. Her lacy panties and my boxers did nothing to hide the fact her pussy was sopping wet as she slid back and forth.

After a minute or so, Erica climbed off again and immediately pulled at my boxers, revealing my thick, eight inch erection. My cock was throbbing with the need for her, and she duly obliged, climbing back on top of me and guiding my cock smoothly into her drenched pussy. She slid on easily, moaning loudly in pleasure as my whole eight inches entered her, and then started to grind and circle, a method she always used when she was desperate for orgasm but wanted me to last longer, as it provided minimal friction for me. I could feel her panties had been moved to one side rather than removed completely, which, if anything, was even more of a turn on, having seen her in those lacy knickers earlier. I returned my attention to her nipples, as having them sucked while she rode me was a sure-fire way of bringing her to climax. Sure enough, after only a few seconds I felt her tense and she moaned loudly as she came hard, clinging to me and kissing me hard.

After a few breathless seconds, she climbed back off me, easing herself off my cock now soaked in her juices. I reached up to remove the blindfold, eager to continue. Just as I reached, she grabbed my hand. "Not yet," she whispered into my ear, and I let my hand return to my sides. A couple of seconds later, I felt her hands on my legs, pushing them apart. She crawled between them and her hand closed around the bottom of my cock. Her other hand cupped my testicles as she guided my length down and I felt her warm, wet mouth enclose the head, sucking her juices off it. She took it out of her mouth and licked around the shaft, lapping up her cum, before returning the head to her mouth and beginning to suck as her hand started to move up and down my length. Erica didn't often go down on me, so I quickly felt myself nearing orgasm. I whispered to her to let her know, and she silently gave one, final, long lick from the bottom of the shaft right to the eye of my penis, sending shivers through my whole body as she tasted the pre-cum oozing from me.

Shuffling back, she moved from between my legs, and seconds later I felt her step across me. This time, she remained standing, and I felt her backside against my chest. Placing her hands on my knees, I sensed her leaning forward, and the delicate musk of a wet pussy entered my nostrils. Ducking my head slightly, I kissed her bottom, following the shape of her until I was able to kiss her soaked panties. I trailed my tongue along her wet groove, and heard a low moan. One hand moved from my knee and I felt the panties move to one side, allowing me access to her sweet pussy. I kissed, first, before licking along her groove several times, moving from the hole all the way up to her tiny arsehole and back. Unable to quite reach down to her clitoris, I lifted my hands and moved her forwards slightly, allowing me to reach my tongue down to her clit, which I began to flick with my tongue, drawing small moans of pleasure.

Soon, the moans began to increase in intensity, and she finally removed a hand from my knee to take hold of my cock, guiding herself onto it as she lowered her wet pussy back onto my length. I groaned as the moist warmth enveloped my cock. She lowered herself slowly this time, and I heard a small gasp as I filled her further. She felt tighter this time. Perhaps after her first orgasm she'd satisfied herself more than she expected. Her tight pussy wasn't fully taking me, and she began to slowly move up and down on me, her tight wetness sending waves of pleasure through my cock. I decided now was the time to move my hands, and I reached around to massage her clit with my right hand as she rode me. My left hand reached higher, grasping at her chest. Something felt... different, somehow. I put it down to the angle, and began to play with her hard nipple.

The feeling of her tight, wet pussy gliding up and down on my cock was incredible. Her right arm wrapped sensuously around my head and pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue wrestling with mine. I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. Then, as she slid up and down, finally reaching the bottom of my shaft and fully impaling herself on my cock, I felt her cup my testicles and take one into her mouth.

I know. It took me a second or two to move past the pleasure to realise. If she was kissing me... whose mouth was sucking on my balls? I began to reach for the blindfold when her left hand grabbed mine and held it hard against her clit. In my confusion I hadn't realised her moans were getting louder. She was nearing climax again. Her kisses were deep and intense and her movements spoke of a fervour for orgasm. I felt the mouth release my balls and a tongue ran up the length of my shaft onto her pussy.

Suddenly I felt a hand on each side of my head and the blindfold lifted. The scene was one I could never have imagined. The face I was kissing, whose nipple I had between my fingers, whose clit I was rubbing, whose pussy was grinding on my cock, whose moans of orgasm suddenly screamed out of her mouth as her back arched and her cunt flooded over me, was Alice. Between her legs was the tongue of their cousin, Kasey, her long, red curls framing her pretty face as she licked up and down my shaft and Alice's pussy, still wearing her long, royal blue dress.

"I want tonight to be the best night of your life," Erica whispered down my ear, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders and her breasts pressing against my head as her sister orgasmed on my cock. Needless to say, the whole scene was too much for me, and I unloaded with a groan, cum spurting into Alice's wet cunt as we came together.

As Alice's orgasm subsided and she relaxed against me, my erection inside her right to the balls, Kasey slowly, sensuously lapped up the combination of my cum and Alice's as it seeped from her. I'd always known that Erica and her cousin had experimented briefly in their late teens, but it would seem Alice had no reservations about her cousin's tongue either, suggesting Kasey had helped both sisters with their experimenting.

Alice turned her head to kiss me again, and then slowly climbed off me, my cum dribbling down the inside of one of her thighs. Kasey took my length in her mouth, sucking Alice's juices from the shaft. After a moment, Erica joined her, on her knees before me, and the two took it in turns to keep me erect following my orgasm. Alice draped herself over my shoulders from behind and we alternated between kissing and watching the two licking and sucking on my hard cock. When it became clear I wasn't going to lose my stiffness, Erica began to kiss Kasey, running her hand up and down my cock as she did so. After a few moments, Erica guided Kasey to her feet and, her hand still wrapped around my cock, guiding me to follow, led us to the bed. As they stood I was reminded just how short Kasey was. She's beautiful, with brighter, flaming hair compared to her cousins' softer colour, but really small, at less than 5 foot tall.

Reaching the bed, Erica released me and lay herself down on her back, shuffling on far enough that when she crooked her finger at Kasey, Kasey could climb onto the bed on her knees close to the edge. Erica spread her legs and Kasey immediately understood, wrapping her arms beneath Erica's legs and burying her face in my wife's soaking pussy. Erica moaned loudly and I could see the pleasure on her face. Clearly Kasey knew exactly how to pleasure her. I felt Alice's hands wrap around my cock as she knelt in front of me, and then the warmth of her mouth, as she wrapped it around the head. Slowly she slid me further into her mouth and began to suck. Erica fixed her eyes on mine and then glanced down at my throbbing cock, which was now buried deep into her sister's mouth. She pointedly moved her gaze from me to her cousin, and smiled at me.

"Alice," she said. Alice released my cock from her mouth and looked round, slowly running her hand up and down my shaft. "I think it's time Kasey got fucked, don't you?" Erica very rarely talks dirty, so this sentence on its own was enough to have my erection straining to grow even further than it already was.

Alice turned on her knees and shuffled over behind Kasey. Taking hold of her cousin's dress, she lifted it up, over her hips, to reveal a perfect, pert arse, hidden only by a lacy, royal blue thong. Kasey's pussy was clearly soaking wet, and as Alice slowly peeled the thong down, eyes locked on mine, it stuck for a second in the moist area before uncovering a glistening, throbbing cunt, desperate to be fucked. Alice ran her tongue the entire length of the sopping crevice, bringing a long moan of pleasure from Kasey. She reached out again and took hold of my shaft, guiding me forwards to stand behind their cousin. I had an amazing view of Kasey's head buried between my wife's legs and the whole length of Erica's beautiful body, ending with her beautiful face creased in pleasure, and her blue eyes fixed on mine, as my cock slid into Kasey's waiting pussy. Alice's hand slipped up beneath me to rub her cousin's clit. Kasey must have been very ready, as less than ten seconds after I entered her warm wetness, I felt her contract and she arched her back, her head lifting from Erica's clit as she moaned so loud it was almost a scream to match the intensity of her orgasm.

I continued to thrust in and out of Kasey as her orgasm subsided and she returned her attention to Erica's pussy. I could feel myself building to another orgasm soon too, as I slid in and out of her tight hole and watched my wife's face contorting in pleasure. I could tell she was beginning to get close to cumming too.

Erica caught my eye and held my gaze.

"Alice," she said, not taking her eyes from me. "Come here." she continued, and then paused, staring intently into my eyes, before she continued, "I want to lick my husband's cum out of my little sister."

This sentence nearly made me cum again on its own. Alice stood slowly from where she had been knelt next to me, and climbed onto the bed. Slowly, she crawled around so that she was facing towards me, her face above Erica's. She kissed her sister, and then slowly, seductively, watching me the whole time, crawled forwards until her pussy was above Erica's face. She knelt up, allowing me to see the whole bodies of both of them. My thrusts were unconsciously getting faster and I could hear Kasey's moans getting quicker and louder as I pounded into her. Slowly, Alice lowered herself almost onto Erica's face, and I watched as Erica wrapped her arms round Alice's legs and pulled herself up, her tongue reaching out to lick a bead of my cum which had escaped from Alice's pussy. As Erica's mouth continued up Alice's leg and reached her tight pussy, Alice moaned and put her arms behind her head, arching her back slightly to allow Erica better access to her clit, and me an incredible view of her beautiful body.

Watching my beautiful wife tonguing her sister's pussy, hearing Alice's moans of pleasure, the sharp gasps of Kasey as my cock slammed into her, faster and faster, mingled with the muffled moans of Erica as Kasey expertly licked her wet cunt, all combined with the tight, slick walls of Kasey wrapped around my cock, not to mention the sheer sight of what was happening, soon brought my second orgasm of the night as I unloaded deep into Kasey's body. I held myself tall, with my cock buried into her right to the bottom of the shaft as I groaned in ecstasy. Erica came almost immediately afterwards, Kasey continuing to lap her juices as she cried out. Alice must have been close, because as Erica relaxed after the orgasm, she lowered herself further, almost demanding Erica continue, and as Erica resumed her tongue work, Alice ground herself against Erica's face, herself cumming just a few seconds later.  

Alice collapsed to the side after she came, lying panting next to my wife. Kasey lapped a couple more times at Erica's sopping pussy, before easing herself away from my rapidly dwindling erection and also rolling to the side next to Erica. Her dress fell back down beneath her legs as she did so, and I saw my cum dripping out onto the fabric.

I merely stood for a few seconds, taking in the scene in front of me. Alice and Erica both lay with their eyes closed, their breath slowing down as they took a few seconds of rest. Kasey also lay in front of me, more to the edge of the bed, her dress still covering her top half and partway down her thighs, but her panties wrapped around her knees, where Alice had pulled them down to allow me in. My cock quickly stopped softening, but remained at half-mast after releasing two loads of seed.

A few seconds was all it took for Kasey to catch her breath. She stood beside me and smiled, her short stature causing her to look up at me. "It's time you fucked your wife again," she said, and I saw Erica smile, her eyes still closed. "Looks like I need to help you get ready again though," she continued, looking at my semi-erect cock. She reached around her back and I heard her unzip her dress, a second before she pulled the front down to expose small, but pert breasts with rock hard nipples. She kissed me hard, reaching down to stroke my shaft as she did so, and I felt rather than saw her shuffle her dress down over her hips and then let it drop to the floor, taking her thong with it. She kicked both to the side and knelt, running one hand along my quickly hardening length and fondling my testicles with the other. As I regained my erection, she licked around the head, teasing me back to full hardness before taking me in her mouth again.

Erica was watching now, and shifted herself to the bottom of the bed where I could enter her from a standing position. Seeing Erica pull herself close, Kasey released my cock from her warm mouth and guided it to Erica's moist pussy lips. Erica felt like heaven as I slowly pushed forward, my head parting her thick lips and her warmth engulfing me once more. Kasey stood and moved round to lie next to Erica as I began to slowly move backwards and forwards into her. She and Alice watched for maybe a minute as I had sex with my wife, then Kasey leaned in and kissed Erica, before moving to flick her tongue over her nipple. Erica loves having her nipples played with while we fuck, and began to moan immediately. She brought her legs up to my shoulders as she moaned in pleasure, allowing me more leverage to slide deeper inside her.

I couldn't take my eyes from Erica's, until Kasey gasped and Erica looked round, breaking our eye contact. I followed her gaze to see Alice was returning the favour Kasey had done her earlier, licking at her cousin's cum-filled pussy. Kasey's moans built fast as Alice ate her cunt, and she only distractedly sucked and licked at Erica's nipples. This was enough to push Erica over the edge though, as she soon squealed as she orgasmed against my cock, and Kasey followed suit a couple of seconds later, releasing more of her own juices and probably some of mine for Alice's tongue to clean away. I pounded hard and fast into my wife then, ramming my full length into her belly until I felt myself ejaculate the little sperm I had left into her. The orgasm wracked through me and I spasmed as I shot twice, before collapsing, gasping to the side.

All four of us lay panting for a short while, before Alice and Kasey quietly gathered their things, kissed me on the lips and wordlessly left, wrapped in towels they gathered from the bathroom.

I reached out and took Erica's hand, not knowing what to say. We lay like that for a while, before she spoke. "I wanted tonight to be the best night of your life. I had you first, and I had you last, because we are first and last to each other, now. I love you."

"I love you too," I responded. We got ourselves ready for bed, and had tired, quiet, intimate sex again before we fell asleep.

by MysteryTe for Literotica.

[adriankyte-writes]

Lipstick strawberry and gore!

I'm going to be using my WIP Kitsune's Bride for this one.

Strawberry - The first thing I created was The Switch, a magical feature that is a critical component of the setting.

This world was initially created to fit with a D&D character I had created. He was a gambler cleric, who was in debt to a gangster. I really liked him and wanted to use him outside of the campaign. But every time I envisioned a scene with him, the setting would be wildly different. From a 1920's aesthetic to a medieval setting and a bunch of others. So to justify it, there is a magical phenomenon called the switch. It sweeps over the world in defined waves and causes an aesthetic change. So, for example, my lead Briar is in a blue wedding dress in a fairly traditional European setting, but a switch sweeps through midway through the wedding and the aesthetic changes to something a lot more post WWII Japan and he's wearing a red cheongsam instead. The switch is the first thing I remember directly creating for the world. (It also needs a better name.)

Gore - There are three basic factions atm, they're separated by mindset and behavior more than style. We have medieval Europe with a tyrannical king. Execution is the most common means of murder, and is legal, since there are no checks on the king. The next faction is based on feudal eastern culture, if the feudal states had persisted to higher levels of development. War is the most common cause of death, although a feudal lord can also order someone's death. Both legal. The last faction is based loosely on 1920's gangsters and the founding of Las Vegas. The most common cause of death is dueling, which is legal, or being taken out by the gangs which technically isn't but there's a lot of looking the other way by corrupt officials.

Lipstick - (This is pretty underdeveloped atm, it's not something I had thought to explore before.)

By the nature of the world, the aesthetic choices like style and makeup will change. Beauty is more a matter of choice. Briar wants to be unnoticed, so no matter the style of the switch phase, his clothing will be understated and cut to hide his gender. Whereas the Kitsune general is confident and flamboyant, his clothes will reflect this as well, projecting power and flattering his physique. Physically, male beauty would lean towards a swimmer's build, lots of compact muscle. A lot of the beauty standards will vary by culture. Long hair on men is favored in one, but not the others. The western based cultures will lean a little more towards bulky muscle. Female, again varies a bit by culture. In the gangster based culture, curviness and attitude are going to play a big role. In the European based culture modest clothing, and submissive natures will be the most sought out. In the Eastern based culture, gracefulness and delicate features will be the most sought after. How often are they met, that's going to be pretty similar to real life, beauty standards are fickle and unrealistic. Only a few people will attain the ideal.

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #creative writing #world building #ask game #wip

[canadarocks]

July 2, 2022. Saturday Toronto, Canada

Meeting the Matsuos

Today we drove to Kitchener, about 45 minutes away from our place in Mississauga, to meet up at Greg and Shannon’s home. The navigation system in the car we are borrowing (thanks to Tak and Kaz for letting us use their car) made getting there easy.

We met Sanaye (Jon’s mother’s cousin) and her husband Sam who had driven over earlier from Chatham (another 2 hours west of Kitchener). We all jumped in their van and went to St. Jacob’s Farmers’ Market nearby in Woolwich. This market had your typical outdoor tents but also two big indoor market buildings. This area is in a Mennonite community so many of the vendors were Mennonites in traditional clothing.

I had something called a doner sandwhich, similar to a gyros in pita bread. Jon had pirogis and rolled cabbage. And we would all have had apple fritters but the line was out the door.

After a nice lunch at the market, we drove through Mennonite country. Shannon was quite knowledgeable about the Mennonites and pointed out how homes were expanded in a certain way, and explained all the various sects of Mennonites and how they differ from each other as well as the Amish. I learned quite a lot as we passed churches and schools along the rolling countryside. We stopped by a Mennonite store called Wallenstein General Store where the locals shop. A horse-drawn buggy was in the parking lot and a few Mennonite families were shopping while we were there. I caught glimpses of the families between the aisles, but the cute Mennonite girls in matching dresses didn’t hide their stares. Perhaps we were as unusual a sight to them as they were to us! This was the Walmart of the Mennonite community… everything you could ever need was there including rows of black shoes, suspenders, an entire aisle of many kinds of hats, embroidered handkerchiefs, smocked bonnets, and reams of fabrics in the approved Mennonite patterns. It was if we stepped back into time.

Then back to Greg and Shannon’s home for a lot of hanging around and sharing stories over a table filled with long johns and mini pies from Wallenstein’s, Ontario strawberries and a bunch of other goodies. Afternoon snack time merged right into dinner and then it was time for take-out from a Greek place that serves everything from baby back ribs to fish and chips. More talking, more food until dusk which in Toronto means 9:30 at night! The long hours of sunlight were still throwing off my sense of time. So off into the 10pm sunset we rode finally reaching home at 10:30. A nice end to a nice day spent getting to know the Matsuos.

[marzipanandminutiae]

you’ve seen the strawberry dress; now try

the raspberry dress

(1800-1810. Musee les Arts Decoratifs.)

#fashion #memes #regency #regency fashion #historical fashion #(there is also a similar dress with strawberries at the Met)

[ladymochawrites]

Hi! So I have a wholesome idea (for once I'm actually not thinking about angst-) where you know how Eclair Cookie teaches about history in the Parfaedia Institute? Well I have an idea where reader teaches about technology/magichanical engineering, and they're very kind and friendly. Can I have a one shot/headcanons (whichever is easier for you) where the two meet? Thank you! ^-^

“Write that down! Maneuvering to success— with broad engineering skills and minds for evaluating ideas”

ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ

Eclair x !Mechanical Engineering Reader

topics: a reader who specializes in the skills of technology use and mechanical engineering.

- Eclair is least likely to understand the field of modern technology and highly integrating mechanical engineering machines

- Once he takes a glance at some of the projects a lot of the students are capable of making and doing, he is impressed. His eyes sparkled—never seeing anything like it before. Taking notes down frantically to make sure he studies and understand the qualities of mechanical engineering and technology

- He wonders who the professor is here. Since he’s not aware of the Institute having an addition underground segment where they have garages implemented into the building. This is where all the tech-savvy students come into play and study all of the fundamentals of technology and modern machinery today. Even magic may be hinted into the machines and robots since Magic City is formulated into the use of magic for every subject you acquire yourself in.

- Eclair comes down to seek the Professor. The professor seems eye-catching. And I mean like no other Professor being dressed as how you appeared yourself to be. Yes, you were wearing a white lab coat, wearing cybernetic glasses for screen monitoring and the use of sensory advancement. Almost much similar to Strawberry Crepe, but for more interesting to him.

- He comes down to greet himself, flattered by you interest in the wonders of magic and tech. He often finds himself stuttering in how he wants to compliment you. Even getting the right words leavings himself embarrassed, but he’s sure glad he has met you.

- He wants to see more of your work, such as your most recent projects, including the students. He takes the time examine once again—every single detail and maneuvering piece of each part, that works like a charm.

- Did you know at least 50% of magic is integrated in the product made and build? He’s very impressed!

- “Such remarkable figures! Simply remarkable! I did not think the digital age today would take its toll into surpassing modern life all across Earthbread.”

- You also show him one of the students’ creations, which is like a oven top machinery. Serving you a hot cup of tea and a quick 1 min magic generating oven to serve you a fresh eclair.

- “Oh my stars! Why you shouldn’t have…”

- Overall he would definitely take the time to get to know you more as he wanted to learn more into the modern like of mechanical engineering and magical technology. I’m pretty sure his scrolls are filled with some of the notes he took today to grasp a little bit of knowledge. Silly him. Trying to stay on top of things.

- You enjoyed owing the pleasure of showing him around the corridors. He definitely would like to see you one-on -one with you to chat up and have some tea and pastries during breaks or even after school/office hours.

⚜｡꘏꘏ 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑠 ♡ (⚗ ˘ ⚗) 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆. ꘏꘏｡⚜

((Sorry this took so long! Had to do some research on this one but enjoy the read (: I definitely tried my best with the ‘one-shot’ hc thingy ))

#cookie run kingdom #head canon #fanfic writing #head canons #cookie run #cr kingdom #fanfic #crk x reader #eclair x reader #eclair cookie

[ideasihadbutdontlike]

Lost In Time

Again, I am so sorry to anyone that has already read this, but I did just accidentally delete my account so this is  repost. 

Title: Lost In Time

Word Count: 1054

Summary: A young half-blood meets the Avengers sooner than expected. An Avengers/Percy Jackson au

Characters: The Avengers, Apollo, Reader Insert, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Pain. All you could feel was pain. Your body ached, your muscles sore after weeks of fighting. And now, you were so close to safety that the final stretch was going painstakingly slow. You were so close you could see the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood. Drenched in sweat and ratty clothes, you notched your last arrow. Twisting mid-air you shot the hydras coming up on Percy. 

“Y/N! Look out!” With a quick glance down you saw orange sparks at your feet before falling into a seemingly endless hole. 

“Percy” You screamed, “Annabeth!” It didn’t matter what direction you looked, all that surrounded you was black. Your friends were nowhere to be found, and you had no idea where you were. Another burst of orange sparks had you pulling your arms around your head. You landed with a thud on what felt like solid concrete. Your senses were on fire. Every instinct was telling you to get up and run, but after the last two weeks you had you could barely stand. 

“Y/N?” You heard a man’s voice. You had never met any gods other than Apollo, who so graciously happened to be your father. Fueled by a newfound rage, you shot off of the floor. But alas, your nerves were shot, and as your muscles begged for mercy you fell right back to your knees. Looking up towards the voice, you were startled to see a group of people staring back at you. Now, like I said, you’d never met the gods before, but these people didn’t feel very godly. And Apollo wasn’t there. 

“Who are you?” You asked, reaching for your bow. 

“Alright, easy killer, we're not your enemies.” A man, who was dressed in the most elaborate cosplay you had ever seen, said. 

“Then who are you?” You said, voice low and  flat, looking between each person you began to glow. 

“Y/N, my name is Dr. Stephen Strange and these are the Avengers. I’m gonna need you to calm down.” 

“Calm down? Calm Down! You kidnapped me! You took me out of a fight and I have no idea if my friend made it back! Don’t tell me to calm down!” The faint yellow hue surrounding you grew bigger and brighter with your anger. 

“Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase are fine, they returned to Camp-Half Blood two minutes ago.” That settles your nerves a bit, but if you still had a whole lot to worry about. And you can’t remember learning about the “Avengers” in mythology class. And if you were perfectly honest, you had never prayed to the gods much, but right now you were blowing up your father’s inbox. 

“Okay. Where am I and why am I here?” You asked. Nerves still on edge as you stood up off the ground. 

“You,” another guy with strikingly similar facial hair started. “ Are in New York. 13 years into the future, well your future really. See Here’s the thing. Future you works with us, and we lost you and now we need you to find you.” 

“Tony!” Strange yelled

“Wait What?” You asked, “okay listen, I’ve met some pretty crazy people in my life, done some pretty wild things, but this, YOU, take the cake.” 

“Yeah that’s great but if y-” Strange said, but was interrupted by a flash of golden light. Apollo. 

“Who are you?” The tall blonde guy asked, crossing his arms for extra intimidation. 

“Oh we haven’t met. Shame, you’d love me” Apollo smirked at the mystery man. “You my dear,” he turned to you. “Should not be here.” 

Now let's pause for a second and talk about Apollo. Your history with your father was well, for lack of a better term, complicated. He had claimed you on your first night at Camp. At the time you were only 8 but you were damn good at archery and a musical prodigy. Through the years and many quests later it was discovered you also had quite the skill for healing and light manipulation. On your 9th birthday he showed up, called you his “prodigy” and you haven’t seen him since. You’re seventeen. 

“Tell me you mean place and not time” You said, desperately trying to get out of this. 

“Wait a second. You know him?” Tony Yelled. 

“Enough!” Strange yelled over the crowd. “Apollo, please excuse us. I will be sure to return her to 2010 as soon as we find her in this timeline.” 

“You know she’s a demi-god, why not just ask me?” Apollo quipped. 

“And would you have been willing to cooperate if I did?” Strange challenges. But things change, and who knows maybe so can irresponsible gods. 

“Never long, interferes with the job.” 

“Dad! I can’t just stay here right? This isn’t in the fates right?” Apollo winked at you.

“That’s classified sunshine. But I can tell you this, you will be perfectly fine.” He offered you one last seemingly genuine smile before walking out of the balcony doors. Staring in shock at the fact that your only hope of escaping unscathed just walked into the sky. While you were busy looking at the sky, you felt a weight on your wrist. 

“Uhh, kid. What’s that?” The Blonde guy asked. 

“Who are you again?” 

“Steve, Steve Rogers.” You cocked your head in confusion. 

“Isn’t that Captain America?” 

“Yes ma’am.”

“Aren’t you dead?” 

“Oh alright,” Strange interrupted. “No you’re not dead, this isn’t exactly your timeline. Now pull on one of those charms.” You looked down at the new golden bracelet on your wrist. Decorated with charms of an arrow, a sun, and a lyre. Despite your rocky relationship with Apollo, you couldn’t help the joy you felt looking at it. You gently caressed the sun charm before giving it a gentle tug. 

You jumped back as your bracelet disappeared, turning into a pure celestial gold bow. And a sudden weight on your head and shoulder made you look into the reflection of the glass window. Staring back at you was you, in a warm glow with a golden hue with a golden laurel crown and a celestial gold bow and quiver, with shiny sleek golden arrows that you were sure were equipped for anything and everything, made from Apollo’s special stash. You looked like a goddess. 

“Okay. let’s get this over with.”

#The Avengers #Avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers x you #Avengers imagine #Bucky Barnes #James Bucky Barnes #the falcon fanfiction #steve rogers #ironstrange #percy #pjo #percyjackson] #percyjackson #annabeth #percabeth #apollo cabin #trials of apollo #apollo

[talkfastromance4]

Flowers 4+1// ashton irwin oneshot

A/N: this is my first ever 4+1 fic so I’m kind of nervous, thank you Angie @littledrummerangie for the idea! This is also SUPER indulgent as being a birthday fic for me and a birthday fic with Ashton😅 since mine is the day before his. This has everything I love in it, flowers, hot tubs, a cabin, christmas, love… This is 4 times Ashton gives you flowers and 1 time you give him flowers

Word count: 6k

Masterlist

Enjoy!💕

*****

One

The first time they met was when Andy and Sarah invited Ashton to help her move into her new place. The movers basically set all the boxes and furniture into her house and then left her to her own devices. She called Andy and Sarah for help and if they had any reinforcements it would be greatly appreciated. 

She was trying to find wine glasses when there was a knock at the door. When she opened it she had to look up at her guest. His copper brown hair fell in waves and necklaces hung perfectly down his neck, his hazel eyes were bright and friendly.

First, she noticed how good looking he is and the second thing she noticed was the mason jar filled with orange and peach flowers. 

“Uh, hi can I help you?” she asks suddenly feeling very self-conscious of her ratty t-shirt and paint splotched shorts. 

“I’m Ashton and I’m your honorary mover,” he smiles. “Andy called me. You must be Y/N.”

“Must be. I mean--yes, I am! And oh, right, wow. Sorry, please come in and thank you for helping,” she says, moving aside to let him in.

“Yeah, of course. These are for you,” he holds out the mason jar. “A housewarming gift.”

“Thank you so much,” she smiles, taking the flowers with both hands. Their fingers brush. “I’ve never gotten flowers before.”

“Really?” his eyes bore into hers and she’s momentarily frazzled. 

“Apart from my mom or grandpa but...um, I’ll put these in the kitchen. Andy’s in the bedroom putting the bed together if you’d like to help in there.”

She escapes into the kitchen where Sarah is wiping down the fridge. 

“Who was at the door? What pretty flowers!” 

“Your friend Ashton and he gave me these,” you touch one of the roses before burying your nose in the plumage. The petals tickle your nose and the scent is wonderful. 

“He’s sweet like that,” Sarah smiles. “Did you find the glasses?”

“No,” Y/N huffs, setting the flowers on the counter by the sink. “They’re probably in the bathroom or something.”

“We’ll find them.”

The four of them continue working on unpacking and it isn’t until about 10 o’clock when Andy and Ashton enter the living room.

“The bed, vanity, and dressers are all assembled,” Andy announces wiping at his brow. 

“We’re the poor man's Avengers,” Ashton laughs. “We put the bed in the middle of the wall and the vanity next to the window. Best lighting to do make-up.”

“That’s...perfect actually, thank you guys,” Y/N smiles, balling up the newspaper and shoving it in a large garbage bag. She just finished placing her books on the shelves, she’ll sort them later in the week. 

“We were thinking of getting pizza,” Andy says.

“Pizza sounds great! Here, I’ll give you some money--”

“No, my treat,” Ashton says, “you’ve been working hard.”

After eating pizza they all went back to unpacking and Ashton made comments about the art pieces she has. He asks where she wants each one hung up. 

“You don’t have to do that, I’ll put them up later,” she waves her hand at him. 

“It’s my job as honorary mover,” he grins. 

Midnight came upon them sooner than she would like. Andy and Sarah headed out because of Pebbles, she’s been cooped up all day so it was just Ashton and Y/N. He asked questions while unpacking to get to know her better and he was very open to her questions. 

He stayed until 3 in the morning but he made sure to get her number before he left. She took a photo of the flowers on the counter before going to bed.

Two

She changed her outfit about a dozen times. Her bed was covered in discarded clothes and she still had to put on her makeup. The clock on her wall ticked reminding her that Ashton would be here in a little less than an hour. 

It’s been six months since he helped her move in and in that time, they became close. He showed her all of the best coffee shops and bookstores he knew of. He introduced her to the rest of his band and they accepted her kindly. 

She accompanied them on outings, parties, and Ashton always made sure to stick close with her. He knew she was shy around new people so he always made sure to include her in conversation. 

One night when he was walking her back to her door after going to dinner with the band and their significant others, he was acting strange. He was unusually quiet and she’d find him staring at her across the table. 

“So, I’ll see you Monday, right?” she asked, shuffling through her purse for her house key. 

“How about Saturday?” 

“This Saturday? I thought we were going to try that new restaurant Monday with Andy and Sarah?”

“I mean, we can do that, too but I was thinking...Saturday could just be us. You and me.”

The air changed between them and she stopped looking for her keys. She turned to face him but she couldn’t quite read his expression. 

“Oh, okay. Did you want to watch that new movie on Netflix?”

“Y/N, I’m trying to ask you on a date here,” he laughed nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Ask me on a...you are? Oh God, and I’m ruining it. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize--”

“You could never ruin anything,” he smiled. “But, would you like to go on a date with me this Saturday?” his hazel eyes were hopeful and Y/N couldn’t believe this was actually happening. 

“I’d love to Ash,” she smiled. 

And now here she is, half naked and indecisive on what to wear. She shouldn’t be freaking out like this, it’s Ashton. But it’s also *Ashton. Ashton who can always make her laugh and he makes her feel safe and they always have fun together. But it’s also Ashton who gives her butterflies whenever he touches her lower back and her heart race when he gives her a hug. 

Her phone buzzes and it’s Ashton letting her know he’ll be there in forty-five minutes. She lets out a loud groan and goes back to her closet, maybe a new article of clothing she’s never seen will just reappear. 

To her astonishment, there was a maroon dress that she wore to a wedding. 

“Might as well,” she sighs and puts it on. It really doesn’t look half bad as she looks at herself in the mirror. 

She rushes to put on her makeup and by the time she spritzes on her perfume, the doorbell rings. She checks that she has everything in her clutch and moves to the door. 

It’s like a deja vu moment from six months ago because he’s handsome as ever and holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. His necklaces are perched perfectly in the V of his white button up shirt and it contrasts nicely with his skin. These flowers are full of pink and white flowers with a hint of peach thrown in there. The ivory paper crinkles when his fingers squeeze it, his eyes widen at the sight of her. 

“Wow, you look...wow.”

“You’re pretty wow yourself,” she giggles then glances at the flowers. “Are those for me?”

“Um, yes,” he holds his hand out, the flowers bumping your chest. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she laughs, taking them from him and buries her face in the center of it. “They smell wonderful, thank you so much. I’ll just put them in water and then we can go.”

He follows her into the house, she doesn’t see him glance down at her ass in the dress. He’s rubbing his neck again when she looks at him getting a vase from the counter. She fills it with water and arranges the flowers. 

“So, where are we going?”

**

They’re sitting outside the restaurant, it’s a warm breezy summer night. The rustic atmosphere feels comfortable but when she flicks her gaze at Ashton over the drink menu, he’s drinking his glass of water heartily. His other hand is tapping against the table, it’s a thing he does when he’s nervous. 

“Thirsty, huh?” She tries to ease his unusual activity and he shakes his head.

“Yeah, throat’s a little dry,” he clears his throat just as the waitress comes by. 

She takes their drink order and Ashton requests a pitcher of water if it’s available. Their roles are reversed, she’s the one doing most of the talking and he’s the one who’s listening. She can tell he’s still being reserved so she takes out her phone and points it at him.

“Smiiile!” She sings turning on portrait mode. 

“Why?” He laughs nervously but it makes him smile so she snaps the photo. 

“Because, the lighting is perfect and you look cute,” she flirts with a smile.

Ashton laughs again but it’s his real laugh, the laugh that always gets her laughing. She snaps as many photos as she can and it seems to have done the job of making him act like himself. Even though they’ve hung out nearly everyday, the evening still had the air of a first date. 

They even tried each other’s food. She stabbed her chicken and noodle with her fork, blew on it, and fed it to him across the table. 

“Wow, that is really good,” he hums in approval. He swirls his own noodles on his fork and feeds her slowly. 

“That sauce is amazing,” she moans, loving the lemon flavor. 

They share a dessert of chocolate mousse and split the strawberry. After dinner, he took her to the art museum. They're open later in the summertime. There were only a few people meandering in the open space and standing stagnant in front of pieces. 

“This is why I wanted to bring you here,” he says, taking her hand easily in his own. 

Her butterflies returned and he lead her all the way to the back. It was a Claude Monet exhibit and she tried to look at the paintings but Ashton was on a mission to a certain piece. He stops in front of it and she stares in amazement at the painting. It’s of Claude Monet on his boat. She gasps, staring at it and Ashton is staring at her. 

It’s the painting she tried to replicate when she was younger in her art class. It’s the painting that introduced her to Monet because the style was similar and it always stuck with her. She told him she wanted to find the painting when they first met and stayed up until 3 in the morning.

“You remembered this?” she asks, stepping closer to it. She makes sure their hands are still locked together, his thumb is rubbing her skin in soothing circles. 

“Your eyes always light up when you talk about things that matter to you. They’re always so bright when you talk about him...and when I give you flowers.”

“Ashton this is…” she shakes her head at a loss for words. She gazes upon the painting, loving the visibility of the palette strokes and the blending of the colors. Tears formed in her eyes. “This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” she wipes the stray tear that slipped from her eye.

“Hey,” he says softly. His fingers graze her cheek tilting her face towards him. 

His thumb rubs at the leftover tear, his own face inching closer to hers. She closes her eyes, exhaling when his lips brush against hers. He squeezes her hand, his lips controlled and gentle yet also hesitant. As if he’s testing the waters. 

They unabashedly makeout in front of the paintings and in her mind she’s thinking of what they look like to an outsider. Still life man and woman lost in each other.

Three

The holidays arrived faster than she wanted them to. She still had a ton of shopping to do for her family but at least her flight is scheduled. Ashton is accompanying her on the trip and she’s so excited for him to meet her family. 

“Make sure you aren’t doing anything the weekend before the holiday,” he tells her unravelling lights from her box of Christmas decorations. 

“How come?” she asks searching through the tv for the claymation movies she loves to watch.

“That’s when I’m going to give you my present.”

“You need a whole weekend to do that?” she laughs. 

“I won’t say anything more than that,” he smirks at her. 

“I can help with that--”

“I got it sorted,” he waves her off, “you enjoy your movies.”

“Have I told you you’re the most amazing boyfriend?” she wraps her arms around his waist. Ashton shifts the lights into one hand so he can hold her against him with his free hand. 

“You’ve never told me that,” he grins and kisses her. 

“I’m sure I have,” she mumbles between kisses. Her hands slip under his shirt, thumbs grazing over his warm skin causing Ashton to grunt at the contact.

His hand rubs up her back and into her hair, he breaks the kiss with a shaky breath. “Let me finish putting these lights up and we can get back to this, baby.”

“We could get to this faster if you let me help,” she stresses, pinching his skin. “You never let me do anything.”

“You do plenty, baby,” he smiles, kissing her forehead. 

She sighs and retreats to the couch curling up to watch the movie and Ashton wrap and weave the lights around her tree. Two and a half movies later he was finally finished and turned the lights on. The white light reflected on her wooden floor and she beamed at his job well done.

“It’s perfect! Thank you!” she throws her arms around his neck in a big hug. 

“My pleasure,” he chuckles and kisses her temple. She starts to give small kisses to his neck, featherlight and ticklish on his skin. “Get outta here, you know I’m ticklish.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” she teases continuing her small attack of affection. 

Ashton shifts her in his arms making his way to her couch and drops onto the cushions. She situated herself so she’s straddling his waist. His hands smooth over the curve of her ass while his lips suction kisses along her jaw and to her neck. She shivers at the contact, tugging at his curls when he sucks a mark.

“This is what I’m gonna do about it,” he says gruffly and rocks her against his hips. 

“Okay,” she sighs, enjoying his mouth on her neck and the bulge in his pants rubbing against her core with each rock he makes her do. She moans when his hands move to her thighs and gives her a squeeze. 

Needing more of him, she drags his head away from her neck so she can feel his lips on her own again. She rolls her hips against his without his help and his hands slip under her shirt, moaning when he feels she’s not wearing a bra. 

“Damn, baby,” he growls cupping her breasts together. He tweaks her nipples and she squeaks in his mouth. “You like that?”

“Feels good,” she nods nipping at his lip. His phone rings and buzzes in his pocket, the vibration adds another element to her arousal.

“Leave it, they can leave a message,” he pants, sucking another kiss from her. 

His phone stops ringing only for hers to start on the coffee table behind them. She breaks the kiss and turns around trying to see the caller ID.

“Leave it,” he repeats, squeezing her breasts again.

“It could be an emergency,” she reaches for her phone to see it’s Sarah calling. “Hello?” She picks it up staring at Ashton and he smirks, lifting her shirt up. He takes her nipple between his lips and she scowls at him. “Oh, that was tonight? Um, yeah he’s with me. We’ll be right over. Okay, yeah…” she sighs when his teeth tug on her nipple. “See you soon.”

She tosses the phone to the couch and tosses her head back relishing in his mouth on her sensitive bud for a moment longer. Their physical relationship is progressing slowly, they’ve almost had sex three times (now four if Sarah hadn’t called) but she likes the pace they’re going at. 

“We need to go to Andy and Sarah’s,” she strokes his cheek curling his hair around his ear.

“Why? I’d rather stay here,” he shifts his mouth to her other breast, his tongue rolling over her nipple salaciously. 

“Mm, me too but it’s their Christmas party tonight. And we’re late by two hours,” she snickers, fingers still tangled in his hair. She has goosebumps from what his mouth is doing to her.

“I’m sick, can’t go.”

“Ashton!” she laughs pushing his head away from her chest. “We won’t see them until after the holiday. Come on, let’s go.”

She crawls off him, turns her tv off and changes her top, and puts on a bra. When she comes back Ashton is still sitting on the couch. She leans over the back of it next to his head. 

“Do I have to drag you off this couch?” she murmurs in his ear.

“I need a few moments,” he huffs, shifting his legs. 

“Oh,” she giggles, seeing exactly why because he still has a prominent bulge in his pants. “I’m sorry. Can I help?” she kisses down his cheek to the corner of his mouth. 

“You helped make this problem,” he laughs, turning his head to kiss her lips. 

**

The Christmas party was a hit and it’s the weekend before Christmas. Y/N was awakened by Ashton petting her hair and kissing her cheek, he used the spare key she gave him for emergencies.

“What a way to wake up,” she smiles, pulling him on top of her. His strong arms are caged around her head and his body weight makes her feel protected. 

“Your coffee is all ready, now you just have to pack and we’ll be on our way.”

“No breakfast in bed?” She traces his eyebrows. 

“I can make you breakfast in bed tomorrow*,” he nuzzles his nose against hers. “There’s a present by your coffee mug if that will help you get  your cute ass outta bed.”

Then his weight is off her and she’s left scrambling out of bed to follow him into the kitchen where her coffee is already in her to-go mug with a card and a bouquet of red roses and cranberries inside to make it more of a holiday special. He’s standing next to the small gifts with a grin on his face. 

“I love these, they’re so pretty,” she gushes, lifting the bouquet to her nose. She loves the sweet smell of a rose. 

“You’re so pretty when I give you flowers,” he comments, lifting up the red envelope. 

She holds the flowers against her chest and unfolds the envelope. Inside is a white card with writing formed in the shape of a Christmas tree, a star placed on top. The words read:

“TO A 

KIND

STRONG

BRILLIANT

SO BEAUTIFUL

AND TRULY AMAZING

GIRLFRIEND”

Ashton wrote his own inscription inside in his nice loopy script:

‘The past year with you has been one of the best of my life. Our friendship was the perfect foundation for a relationship and I can’t imagine what my world would be like now if you weren’t in it. So this weekend, it will just be me and you in our own little cabin, no interruptions. xx Ash’

“A cabin?”

**

After the 2 hour and 40 minute flight to Seattle, she and Ashton arrived at the cabin where a dusting of snow covered the ground and a wreath was on the door. Y/N was floored at how beautiful it was and Ashton took her hand leading her up the wooden steps. He took a key out and unlocked the door. 

It smelled like cinnamon and Ashton with cozy couches and armchairs, a large rug in front of a stone fireplace and a massive kitchen with a grill attached to a chimney. A Christmas tree was set up with presents scattered underneath and there was a large bouquet of roses on the kitchen table. 

“Ash…” she begins and then can’t find more words. 

“There’s more, c’mon,” he smiles, leading her up the winding staircase and into a loft area where a futon was and empty bookshelves. There were a few guitars on stands placed in the corner and some incense sticks. “What do you think?” He leans against the railing and Y/N ventures into the room.

“I think it’s wonderful, but there aren’t any books. Is this someone’s cabin and you’re renting it? I can chip in--”

“No, no. It is someone’s cabin...mine.”

She whips around from looking out the half circle window overlooking the backyard where she saw another grill and some chairs. 

“This place is yours?”

“Yep. I come here when I need to get away and just let my creative ideas flow. You can fill the bookshelves if you’d like.”

“Ash this is…” she shakes her head then launches herself into his arms for a hug. “This is incredible. And we’re here the whole weekend? Just us?”

“Just us, angel,” he nods, rubbing at her back. “There’s also a hot tub.”

His voice changed at the mention of the hot tub because she didn’t bring a suit. 

***

Ashton’s plan for Friday evening was to unpack and go into town for a nice meal. After dinner, they changed into their sleep clothes and snuggled on the couch with hot chocolate watching the first Home Alone movie because they’re her favorite movies. Her mind was on that hot tub and her stomach twisted with excited nerves at the thought of using it. She wanted to use it now but her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth each time she tried to bring it up. 

She was also thinking of how this would be their first time sleeping together. Ashton never stayed the night because he didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. She found it sweet but it also increased her infatuation for him even more.

When she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore, he had her lean on him while they walked to the bedroom. The bed was huge with a large comforter and even fluffier looking pillows. It looked heavenly and she slipped inside willingly. She rolled over and became awake again at the look on Ashton’s face. 

She tossed over the blanket on his side of the bed and patted the space below the pillow inviting him in. He crawled in carefully and shut the lights off and they were in darkness. Ashton remained sitting against the headboard and Y/N reached out for him in the dark. His forearm was warm and soft.

“Are you going to sleep like that the whole night?” she whispers, giving his arm a squeeze.

“No,” he whispers back, sliding further down the bed. Her hand now rested on his chest, she could feel his heart beating. He turns on his side clutching her hand in his. “Is it weird I’m nervous? I feel like I’m fifteen.”

“You first slept with a girl at fifteen?” she laughs.

“No, I meant--being around girls at that age made me nervous,” he chuckles. 

“I’m nervous, too. But in a good way. Just warning you, I’m a kicker so I apologize in advance.”

“Why are we still whispering, we’re the only ones here,” he says, raising his voice to a normal level. That only makes her giggle more. 

“I don’t know, it fits the mood with you regressing back to fifteen years old. Our parents could walk in at any moment.” She scoots closer to him, so close that she can feel his breath fan on her face. 

“I hope they don’t,” he murmurs, inching closer in the dark until he finds her lips. It’s a tender kiss, the kind of kiss that took her breath away slowly and made her heart smile. 

She keeps him close with her hand pressed to his cheek. They kiss and talk in hushed tones until she falls asleep and Ashton tickles up her back until sleep finally finds him, too.

Saturday morning did indeed include breakfast in bed. Ashton made pancakes, bacon, coffee and a small bowl of fruit. His itinerary for the day consisted of lounging around the cabin watching holiday movies and then he was going to make her a steak dinner. She insisted on helping him in the kitchen amidst his protests.

“I’m not a good cook but I’m a very good listener. I’m your sous chef.”

“What does ‘sous chef 'even mean?” he asks getting the ingredients out of the fridge. 

“It means ‘under.’”

“Ah, so you’re under me, huh?” he winks. 

“Let me help you cook and I just might be,” she challenged with a smile. Ashton shakes his head, a slight blush rising on his cheeks. 

She followed his instructions with the garlic and mashed potatoes. The dinner was exquisite paired with a delicious white wine. They each had a full glass, their bellies full and face warm from the wine, they were extra giggly and extra flirty. 

“How about that hot tub?” he asks, circling the rim of the wine glass with his finger.

“Did you pack a suit?” She raises her eyebrows. 

 “Nope.”

“I didn’t pack a suit either,” she points to her chest.

“Must have slipped my mind,” he gulps the last swallow of his wine, eyes on her.

“What a shame.”

He sets his glass on the table and takes her hands in his, his eyes looking almost apologetic. “You can wear a t-shirt and shorts. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” He kisses both of her hands. 

“Go get the water ready.”

Twenty minutes later, she walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and Ashton is already in the water. His arms are resting on the sides of the tub, his face even redder from the steam, his eyes hold hers steadily. 

The confidence she had in the bathroom is gone. She wanted to come out here and just get in the water completely naked, but now she’s nervous because what if she was reading the signs wrong? What if he doesn’t really want to have sex with her?

“Um, can you close your eyes while I get in?” she asks.

“‘Course,” he closes his eyes.

She takes a deep breath dropping the towel. The air kisses her skin and she climbs up the steps carefully. The water is hot as she descends into the tub, she bends down so only her head is exposed above the water. Ashton remains still and she inches closer to him until their knees touch.

“Hi there,” he smiles softly.

“Hi.”

“Can I open my eyes now?”

First she nods then realizes he can’t see her so she clears her throat. “Yes.”

He opens his eyes slowly, and they look so pretty in the nighttime sky. He’s looking at her like he’s staring into the full face of the moon, his eyes are full of wonder and adoration and her confidence starts to rise within her. 

The longer he looks at her, the more bold she becomes and she rises up from the water. Her breasts are completely exposed. Ashton licks his lips, his eyes lowering over her wet chest. She doesn’t want to break the spell that’s cast between them so she moves towards him slowly, her hands rest on his shoulders. His arms remain on the sides of the tub. 

“Ashton.”

“Yeah?” 

“Touch me.”

In a flash, his lips are on hers and she’s pressed to his chest. His large hands cover her back, one dips over her ass and she gasps when she feels his hard-on against her thigh. He lifts her effortlessly in the water so she’s straddling him. 

Instinctively, she rubs herself against him groaning at how he rubs against her most sensitive area perfectly. 

“Need you,” she whispers against his mouth.

“Bed,” he gasps.

They exit the tub excitedly, drying off as quickly as they can and she presses herself against him in front of the bed. Their bodies are warm from the tub and he lifts her in his arms again. She loves feeling his muscles wrapped taut around her, he knees onto the bed and stays there. Their arms are wrapped around each other and they remain kissing.

“Do you have something?” she asks, pulling away to catch her breath. She twists his chest hair in her fingers.

“Um, yeah. Shit, hang on,” he sighs, slipping her back onto the bed. She watches him appreciatively as he skimpers to the kitchen pulling his coat off the hook.

“You have a really nice butt,” she compliments when he returns with a condom in hand. 

“Thanks, babe,” he laughs then stops at the foot of the bed staring at her.

“What’s wrong?” she asks suddenly self-conscious. 

“Nothing. You’re perfect.”

She smiles and pulls him on the bed with her again, connecting their lips. He rips open the condom and rolls it on his length. He kneels on the bed again and she’s quick to climb on top, moaning at his shaft rubbing between her folds. 

“Such a pretty moan,” he praises, grasping his cock in his hand. He teases her hole with his tip, nudging it inside a few times. Her lower body meets his in a desperate way, small gasps coming from her each inch he goes in deeper.

“Please, Ash...want all of you,” she knocks her forehead against his.

He takes a deep breath and pushes all the way in, his eyes watching her as her mouth opens and her eyes close at being filled. Their bodies tremble together and they remain still, experiencing being connected for the first time. 

“Good?” he asks, rubbing her nose affectionately.

“Mhm,” she nods and starts to roll her hips against him. “Ohhh…” she lets out a shuddering breath.

He follows her rhythm easily, arms wrapped around her, enjoying the way she rides on top of him. He kneads her ass as she moves, her breath picking up and when he can’t take it anymore, he rises on his knees, her legs fall on either side of him and she gasps. 

He rests her on her back gently, resting his chest against hers so that they’re still touching and rocks his hips in even thrusts. He slips his tongue in her mouth just as her legs wrap around his waist. She moans when he picks up the pace, her lower half meeting his thrusts perfectly. 

“Are you close baby?” he pants feeling her walls start to flutter around him. “So good for me...so perfect...taking me so well.”

“Don’t stop,” she moans tilting her head back. Ashton pounds into her faster, each time he thrusts in she clenches around him a bit more tightly. 

“Fuck…” he hisses when she clenches and stays that way. Her moans are loud in his ear and he always wants to be the one that makes her sound like that. He can’t hold his climax off with her sounding like that and he’s coming with her. “I love you,” he groans loudly in her neck.

When they recollect their breathing she holds his face in her hands.

“What did you say?” she gasps out, eyes wide with lust and surprise.

“I love you,” he breathes, stroking her temple with his thumb. “You don’t have to say it back, but I wanted to tell you that this weekend, too. It’s hard for me to say out loud and with just us--”

She kisses him fiercely. 

“I love you, too.”

Four

When she went to work there was a flower arrangement at her desk with a note from Ashton wishing her a great last day before her vacation for her birthday and his birthday. Hers was the day before his and everyone wanted them to do a joint party when they found that out. 

“No, that’s weird,” she scrunched her nose at the suggestion.

“Yeah, we aren’t siblings. That’s gross,” he agreed.

She took the week off for their birthdays so they could maybe go to the cabin or even rent a house on the beach. She loved her birthday but whenever she made plans, they always fell through or people never showed up.

She texted him that the flowers were beautiful and she couldn’t wait to spend the day with him the next day. When she got home, he was already there wearing an all black outfit with his shirt open. He knows how much she likes seeing his chest. 

“Thank you for the flowers,” she holds up the vase of pink peonies showcasing them. “Why are you all dressed up?”

“Kiss me first,” he puckers his lips at her.

“Oops, sorry,” she giggles and steps on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. They always kiss each other hello. 

“Now, go get changed. We’ve got plans,” he grins.

“What kind of plans?” 

“Look on your bed and see,” he nods to her room down the hall. “I’ll put these in the kitchen for you.”

She shakes her head and does what he says. On her bed is a dress she always ogled when they were at the mall, Ashton clearly bought it for her. He spoils her too much. Next to the dress is a black satin blindfold. She narrows her eyes at the blindfold but quickly changes into the dress.

“What is this for?” she asks, stepping out into the living room with the blindfold in her hands.

“For your eyes. Turn around.”

“Are we roleplaying?” she asks, turning her back to him.

“No,” he laughs, placing the fabric over her eyes. 

He helps her walk to his car and she’s asking him so many questions. He refuses to answer them and laughs at her outlandish predictions of taking her away to a private island. 

His hand is firm in hers when they’re walking to wherever they’re going. She stumbles a little because she doesn’t know the terrain but it feels like pavement under her feet. 

“Are we there yet?” she asks.

“Almost. Okay, there’s a few steps. Up, up, up, up, and last one. Good. Okay, I’m going to take it off you now.”

She feels him move behind her. He unties the blindfold slowly and it drops from her eyes. She blinks slowly to get used to the light and is met with all of their friends and family before her. There’s flower arches behind them and they’re all wearing flower crowns on their heads. 

“SURPRISE!” They shout and she gasps when they start to sing Happy Birthday.

Sarah wheels in a cake with flowers sprawled over it and her name in the middle. Y/N grasps Ashton’s hand in her own, tears forming in her eyes. His other arm wraps around her waist, his chin rests on her shoulder as he sings softly in her ear.

“...dear Y/N...Happy Birthday to you…”

She wipes at her eyes overcome with emotion from the surprise and that Ashton went through all this trouble.

“Make a wish, angel,” he murmurs in her ear.

She closes her eyes, thinks of a wish, and blows out the candles. Everyone cheers and she twists around to give Ashton a big kiss. There’s even more cheers for that and then she’s whisked away for hellos and hugs. Flowers are hanging from the ceiling like vines and she’s never been surrounded by so many flowers. 

“Were you surprised?” Sarah asks as a waiter starts to cut the cake.

“Totally surprised. But my birthday isn’t until tomorrow,” she gives Ashton a side eye.

“You told me you wanted to spend it with me, so your party with everyone else is today,” he smiles. 

“And all these flowers? I love it all so much, thank you.”

“Your eyes will have that shine all night,” he grins, kissing her nose. 

One

“Do you even know where you’re going?” Ashton laughs behind her as they trek through the woods by the cabin.

After her surprise party, on her actual birthday they spent the first half watching movies and the second swimming at the beach. They had a late flight to go to the cabin. Upon arrival, Ashton spent the last hour of her birthday pleasuring her with his mouth and fingers. When the clock struck midnight, she flipped him over with a smirk.

“Happy Birthday to you,” she whispered and slid down his body so she could please him. 

She loves hearing his moans just as much as he loves hearing hers. She loves how one hand is fisted in her hair and the other rests behind his head watching her go down on him. 

“Yes, I know where I’m going. Come on birthday boy.” She ducks under a branch then sees the clearing ahead. 

“I’m twenty-seven, I’m not a boy,” he grunts.

“Sorry, old man,” she teases and he smacks her ass playfully. 

When they come into the clearing, there’s a red and white checkered blanket in the grass with a large basket in the center. Wildflowers surround it in purples, yellows, oranges and a few reds. It’s a magical place. 

“Did you do all this?” he asks seeing the set up. 

“I did. Come on, there’s more.”

They kick off their shoes and sit on the blanket. She opens the basket taking out his favorite foods and a wrapped gift. 

“I told you, you don’t have to get me anything,” he sighs while taking the gift. “You’re more than enough.”

“I know, but it’s part of my love language. And it’s homemade anyway,” she shrugs. “Open it up.”

He unwraps the corners before tearing the paper all the way off. He stares at it in his hands for a long time. She made him a shadow box frame with a picture of them when they were at the beach during sunset. It was their favorite picture and surrounding it were dried flowers. 

“Do you know what these are?” she asks, pointing to the flowers.

“Flowers?” he chuckles touching the glass. 

“This one is from the first flowers you brought me when you helped me move in, these are from our first date, this is from Christmas and the small cranberry. These are from work and my birthday, and these are from Valentine’s Day. These are all the flowers you’ve given me,” she smiles and he looks at her stunned.

“You kept them all?”

“You’re the only one who ever bought me flowers and I loved them all so now you have them, too.”

“This is incredible, I love it. Thank you,” he reaches over to give her a kiss. 

“Wait, there’s more,” she grins and reaches into the basket again. She pulls out live flowers arranged in a pretty bouquet. “These are for you.”

“Baby,” he stressed in astonishment and set the picture frame next to him. 

He pushes her back on the blanket kissing her with all he’s got. The flowers get crushed and some stick in her hair but they’re surrounded by love and the sweet smell of flowers and kiss with passion.

“Happy Birthday my love,” she gazes up at him and sticks a flower behind his ear.

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A False Marriage

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Rating: PG-13 Summary: On a recon mission you and Obi-Wan must pretend to be a married couple. This brings feelings to light that neither of you realized were there. Written for @sugared-strawberrys who was a winner of my 600 follower giveaway! I hope you enjoy this, I absolutely loved writing it. It turned out really soft and I hope you don't mind 🥰 Also I really can’t help myself with the tropes in this one haha oops. And this is the inspiration for the dress reader wears in this. Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: Tension, kissing, mentions of sexual situations, fem reader, talks about braided hair and putting hair in an updo Tags: @crazycatladyjenga @oneirnaut , @a-dorin , @blxwjobsforclones, @lynnie51 @katrynec @mistermiraclee​ @theelvenvalkyrie​ , @ifvckedurmom​ Masterlist & Obi-Wan Kenobi Masterlist

You had tried to hide the terse look on your face as you sat next to Obi-Wan on your transport to a high class gala on Alderaan for your mission, but unfortunately you were never good at holding you expressions in check. You would have felt much more comfortable in your A-wing than the civilian ship you and your mission partner were travelling in. 

A short sigh left your mouth as you tried not to worry yourself about the mission, after all there wasn't much you could do to change your circumstances. Your brief noise caught the attention of Obi-Wan and he tilted his head towards you, taking in your tense features. A small smile covered his lips as he quipped, "Come now, it's not as if you actually had to marry me."

You rolled your eyes at his statement and shot a facetious glare his way, "Not everything is about you Master Kenobi."

Settling back into your seat you allowed your eyes to slide to the window in front of you watching space pass by. Though you could certainly see why he would think your little huff was directed at him considering you had been less than pleased at your mission partner when in the mission debrief. It wasn't that you lacked respect for the Jedi General in fact you held him in the highest regard. However, your perfectionist nature and the fact that Obi-Wan seemed to be naturally gifted in most things he did led to a fiercely competitive friendship through the both of your lives. In truth you weren't really upset that you had been paired with him, the frustration stemmed mainly from within and your worry that you would make a fool of yourself in front of the esteemed Jedi next to you. 

Apparently you missed his reply, lost in your own thoughts, and you were startled from your racing thoughts by a call of your name. Turning abruptly you met his genuinely concerned gaze and you blinked blankly at him for a second until he prompted, "Are you are alright?"

This time your huff was directed towards him and you narrowed your eyes in annoyance, this was just like him to question you like that. You knew he was truly just wanting to ensure there was nothing wrong but the part of your brain that enjoyed pushing his buttons seemed to take over as you muttered, "Fine. Just thinking about how I have to pretend that I, your wife, let you keep your hair like that."

Obi-Wan's mouth parted and a rather indignant noise flew from him before he glared back at you, one hand subconsciously tugging at the end of his long locks, "Yes, well at least you don't have to deal with a partner who's recon missions tend to go as well as falling into a sarlacc pit goes."

An audible gasp flew from you as you spun towards him, your face heating in anger, and you spit out, "You're lucky I don't have my lightsaber on me Kenobi!" A smirk covered his lips and you knew whatever was coming next would only serve to further provoke you. Your thoughts were proven absolutely correct as Obi-Wan smugly questioned, "I think rather it's you who's lucky that your weapon isn't on you as we both know how embarrassing it would be for me to best you after that little quip."

Having known Obi-Wan for so long you could pretty easily predict what was going to come out of his mouth and this time you were ready. You let out a short laugh before retorting, "I'd only hope that you'd grant me the small mercy of knocking me out so I don't have to listen to you prattle on anymore." "My dear it seems that would be the most beneficial option for both of us." Came Kenobi's smooth reply. Crossing your arms and sinking further down into your seat you snapped back a short 'fine' and allowed the space craft to fall into silence. It remained that way for majority of the few hours left in flight, the quiet only disturbed by the occasional question as you went over the mission plans again. The mission in question was to find out if a high ranking Alderaan official was secretly pushing a separatist agenda - something that Bail Organa's wife had become suspicious of. You had questioned why this wasn't simply a solo mission and much to your displeasure had found out that this man had a penchant for married women it seemed, thus here the two of you were.

Thanks to your rigorous study of the mission details it didn't seem all that long until you were arriving on Alderaan and being escorted to your room within the royal palace. When you arrived you barely had time to take in your surroundings before Obi-Wan was softly muttering that he would get ready first and you could make yourself comfortable. He quickly retreated to the bathroom of the luxurious accommodations and you took a moment to take a look around. Though the room was grand it was decorated minimally, not that it mattered when a large window gave a stunning view of the snowy topped mountains.  

 You took a long breath to soak in the beauty that you didn't often get to see within the bustling confines of the city before turning and setting your bags down. One bag was dedicated solely to the gown you were supposed to wear tonight - a truly impressive dress that made you feel like royalty and at the same time completely out of your element. Pulling it gently out of the bag you laid it across the couch, ensuring there were minimal wrinkles. Satisfied you let your eyes roam the room and then you settled your gaze on the bed in the room. Blinking for a few seconds your head quickly turned to look around the rest of the room as if you could will a second bed into existence.  A deep exhale left your mouth as you pinched the bridge of your nose already deciding that you would offer to let Obi-Wan take the bed, after all you had been the one to pick a fight with him on the ship, it seemed the least you could do. 

Settling on the couch next to your dress you pulled out a small mirror and began to undo the tight braids your hair was in to hopefully save you some time in the bathroom. It wasn't often that you wore your hair down and your could feel your scalp thanking you as you lightly massaged any sore spots. You weren't sure how much time had passed, once again allowing your thoughts and worries about the mission consume your thoughts despite your best efforts to simply relax, and you startled slightly when the refresher door slid open. Obi-Wan strolled out dressed in a similar style to Bail Organa and you wondered if perhaps the senator hadn't lent him some of his clothing. Though all thoughts flew from your head as he passed the window and the sun caught on his cheekbones, highlighting his skin and lighting up his brilliant blue eyes. You could have sworn time slowed down as he offered you a gentle smile and your breath caught in your throat as you tried to regain some of your sense. It was only after a few moments that you noticed he had trimmed his hair, where the curls had fallen just past his shoulders they now just brushed them. Had he done that because of your snarky statement? Your brow furrowed slightly as you questioned why you were so caught up in his appearance in the first place and the moment was broken by your gaze snapping to the floor. 

Obi-Wan's gaze lingered on you, a slight frown covering his face as he wondered if he had somehow upset you when you quickly gathered your belongings and practically fled into the bathroom. A small noise distracted him from your retreating form and he bent down to pick up the fake engagement and wedding rings you had been given to wear. Standing he turned to call out to you but as the refresher door slid shut he simply held onto them, figuring he could give you them before the two of you left for the gala.

Staring into the mirror you sighed deeply, shaking your head. The only reason you were distracted by Obi-Wan's appearance was because of your nerves about the mission you had decided. Nothing more and nothing less. You had certainly never looked at Obi-Wan in that light before - though there were all the times when you found yourself captivated by his grace in combat and how his......no you definitely had never seen him like this before.  

Focusing back to the task at hand you applied your makeup and finished putting your hair into a simple updo, one that you had done before and that was elegant and yet functional at keeping your hair out of your face. And then came the dress. You disrobed rather quickly, folding your clothes into a neat pile, and stepped into the dress. Pulling it on you could admit that it truly was a beautiful dress though as your arms slid into the small off the shoulder sleeves you could tell that there was no practicality in the dress. Your arms seemed to fit into the sleeves a bit snugly and thus your movement was quite severely limited, an issue you found when attempting to reach back and lace the back of the dress. After several futile attempts you hung your head in defeat, taking a deep breath before calling out for your Jedi partner. You waited several seconds before calling out again, this time hearing several hurried footsteps before you heard your name come from the opposite side of the door. Sighing you gave in and as quietly as you could manage (while still ensuring he could hear you) asked, "Will you please come help me?"

The door slid open and you stubbornly stared at the counter as your face heated in embarrassment, "I just- I can't get the laces and I'm not really even sure how they're supposed to go. Please don't laugh, I know I look completely ridiculous and I-"

You were cut off by a soft, calming call of your name and then you felt Obi-Wan's fingers brush at your back, gathering the laces. His gentle tone caught you off guard yet again and you stilled, chancing a glance in the mirror. Blue eyes caught yours and the serious look on his face had you freezing where you stood. Deftly he laced up the back, tugging and pulling as lightly as he could, only breaking eye contact for a few moments at a time. His sureness had you feeling more calm by the second and when he finished, tucking the laces in between the layers of your dress, his gentle smile brought you back to reality. Turning your face heated for an entirely different reason as you realized how close you were, gaze dropping to the floor again. 

A warm hand captured your left hand and gently raised it, calloused fingers brushing softly over yours. Looking up at him in confusion you were met with a mischievous grin and his opposite hand procured the rings you were supposed to be wearing. You let out a small laugh as you relaxed completely in his grip, "Looks like I'm not getting out of this marriage am I Obi-Wan?"

"Most certainly not my dear." A smile crossed your face as he slid the rings onto your finger delicately. Your other hand rose to run through the hair at the nape of his neck as you questioned, "Did you cut your hair for me?"

General Kenobi tensed slightly at your question and as your eyes met his a light pink dusted his cheeks. That was answer enough for you and an airy laugh fell from your lips, "Thank you darling, it looks wonderful."

Purposefully you drawled out the pet name in an attempt at his accent. There was a pause and the Obi-Wan let out an equally as bright laugh before he squeezed your hand, "Well I'm glad you think so. However, I do believe it is time for us to head to the gala."

As if sensing your nerves about to spike Obi spoke again in a teasing lilt, "And you don't look ridiculous, you truly look absolutely ravishing."

With that he swept out of the room, leaving you to pick your jaw up off of the floor and your hands smoothed down your dress before you followed after him - an air of confidence overtaking you.

The two of you arrived shortly after the gala had began, a steady flow of officials and ambassadors filling the room. Swallowing you took a step closer to Obi-Wan and a comforting hand met your lower back. Sharp eyes scanned the room as the two of you searched for the target. 

"I don't see him." You said lowly and Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, "Nor I. While we wait would your prefer to mingle with others, dance or should we make ourselves known at the bar?"

You opted for the last option, as it offered a solid vantage point of everyone entering and having a small drink never hurt. Courteously Obi-Wan guided you through the crowds and even pulled out your seat for you, ensuring you were sat comfortably before taking his own seat next to you. Ordering quickly your partner slid around on the stool to face outwards and you turned to face him, your thighs brushing together lightly. 

The contact had you taking a healthy swallow of your drink once it arrived and then you distracted yourself by keeping an eye out on the entrance. A warm palm settled on your knee and a shock shot up your spine causing you to nearly choke on your drink. Glancing at Obi-Wan you noticed his eyes trailing someone. A look towards his eyeline confirmed that he had located the target, who in a stroke of good fortune was heading directly towards the bar. Deciding it would be best to play up your false marriage you softly called out for Obi-Wan's attention, which was promptly given. You inhaled deeply as you made eye contact and whispered, "Do you trust me?"

Obi's eyes searched yours as he nodded and surely stated 'of course'. That gave you the courage to lean forwards, left hand coming up to cup his face, and connect your lips together. The Jedi jolted and froze for a split-second before responding to the kiss more eagerly than you had anticipated. His lips were soft and warm, moving in tandem with yours, and when his hand slid up to your thigh a small nip on your lower lip had you melting into him. In the moment everything faded away - the mission, the crowd surrounding you, the cacophony of sound - it was only you and him, that's all that mattered. His other hand rose to cup your hand on the side of his face and he gave it a soft squeeze as he parted from you, a warmth gleaming in his eyes that hadn't been there before. 

You felt your face heating as he gave you a sparkling smile, you pulled back slightly but he kept your hand clasped in his. A brush of his lips against the tips of his fingers sparked something in your lower stomach and you had to suppress a gasp as he then pressed a kiss to your palm, lips trailing to the pulse point on your wrist. As his lips made contact you swore you forgot how to breath, his cerulean eyes locked with yours as your lips parted in a silent exhale. With that gentle touch he slowly rose, brushed a stray hair off of your cheek, and bent to your level. Beard tickling at your cheek he whispered to you, "He's directly behind you, I think we peaked his interest darling." 

Standing up to his full height again he made it clear that he would be right back before pressing a kiss to your forehead, seemingly leaving you alone with the target, your heart racing from the intimate touches. You knew that he wasn't going far, the banquet hall in the palace had secret eavesdropping locations hidden behind screens and you knew he would be retreating to one of those. 

Spinning to face the bar again you caught the bartenders attention to order another drink and a gruff voice spoke up from next to you that he would be paying for your drink. A false smile coated your face as you turned to thank him and you made sure to show off the ring on your left hand as you finished the first drink. As the man gave you a smug smile you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.

He turned out to be a ridiculously easy mark, caring more about impressing a stranger who he thought he could fuck than keeping his mouth shut about his views. It was only after you got the information you needed to relay to Senator Organa that Obi-Wan swooped back in. His arm sliding around your waist and he pulled you close to him had the stranger grumbling as the two of you excused yourselves. To keep up appearances you made your way around the ballroom once before sneaking out. You weren't going to lie the two drinks had you speaking a bit more freely than normal which led to several bouts of unrestrained laughter from the two of you as you made your way back to your quarters, Obi-Wan’s arm never leaving the comfortable way he had it wrapped around your waist. 

When you reached the doors Obi-Wan hesitated and you tilted your head at him in confusion. There was a pause before he spoke, "I know throughout our years we've both strived to best each other and given that you are a fierce competitor I wouldn't have it any other way. However, I enjoyed tonight and how easy it was with you."

You simply smiled and entwined your hands, pulling him into your quarters for the night. Once the door slid shut you pulled him into another soft kiss, this time it was short and sweet, leaving a tender smile on both of your faces. 

It seemed there were many unspoken things left to be said but for tonight as the two of you lay on opposite sides of the bed (both of you had refused to let the other sleep on the couch) nothing else needed to be said. It wasn't long before you had rolled over and scooted close to the center with Obi-Wan following shortly after. As he wrapped you up in a cozy embrace you nuzzled into his chest, sleep nearly overtaking you but you couldn't let him go to sleep without a teasing reminder of, "I hope you know this won't make me go easy on you when we spar. I'll still have no problem beating you." A chuckle rumbled in Obi-Wan's chest as he muttered something that suspiciously sounded like 'you can certainly try'.

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